Yeah, We like the Doctor
Tyler drew this before Christmas last year. Too cool.
August 16, 2007
July 21, 2007
Trippin' down the lane of memory
Old photos turn up in the strangest places.... One day, my past in photos will be organized. Until then… remember when?
March 16, 2007
Super Husband
August 23, 2006
Our Little Beauty
Yes, I succumbed. We entered Mykela in a beauty pagent. No, she didn't win. Yes the winner actually deserved to win despite the "who you know" rule.
But that doesn't mean that we're not disappointed that she didn't even place.
She had a good time. She made a few friends. She looked beautiful.
Maybe I can get over the horrible dreams I had last night. Do I want to put my child into the whole pageant thing in the future? She's three. She's not wearing eye makeup. I'm not screwing judges. Does that mean if we do this again, she won't win?
August 4, 2005
"Is that a band?"
This is the shirt that I found on sale Sunday and decided to save to wear when I went out with Thomas to celebrate my birthday last night.
I love The Doors. My eldest wiggled to “People Are Strange” in the womb. Thomas looks like Val Kilmer who played Jim Morrison in the movie with Meg Ryan. (Of course, Thomas looks more like the Val in Top Gun or The Saint and less like Jim Morrison)
Anyway, the whole point of this is that I found the shirt in the juniors section of Penny’s. So I figured The Doors are still widely known, like the Rolling Stones or the Beetles. Obviously, last night I found out I was wrong.
I don’t want much in life. So our big celebration included dropping of the kids to a babysitter (who was not my mom for the first time), going by Big Lots looking for school supplies at rock bottom prices and just spending quality couple time at a local restaurant with a couple of drinks (for which, I got carded). No, I do not lead an exciting life.
We’re checking out at Big Lots when the cashier looked at my shirt and asked innocently, “Is that a band?”
I was too shocked to have anything remotely like an intelligent comment, so I nodded politely. She kept on, though. “I’ve never heard of them.”
I don’t know what she wanted. Polite chit-chat or new avenues of musical enjoyment.
I couldn’t say anything. Two things jammed in my head. “How old am I really?” and “How the hell can any red-blooded American not know The Doors?” They were no longer a band when I was born. I’m not that old. I was sheltered like nobody but a Catholic child might relate to.
I’ve discovered that I obsess. I dwell on things. I probably won’t get this out of my head for a week. “Is that a band?” (Sort of in the same voice as “It lifts and separates.” from the commercial.)
This whole thing doesn't help the age thing. I'm still thirty. But I got carded last night. I get carded when I buy lottery tickets. So either I look young, or the carding policys have changed since I had to do it. Back then, you only carded those of questionable age. Today, I'm beginning to think they card everyone in their twenties.
How can someone not know The Doors?
November 9, 2004
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Before it got so cold, it rained a whole lot. I just thought it was cool that we had a fairy ring in our back yard.
