August 7, 2006
When in doubt, unplug it
Some mornings, it just doesn’t behoove you to get out of bed. Like this morning, for instance.
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August 7, 2006
Running the Bases
Today started at 7 a.m. and is just now winding down. After mass, we packed up and headed to Busch Stadium. All three of us. For the very first time. That’s right: today was Zozo’s first Cardinals game.
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August 5, 2006
Be the change
Per the comment posted to my last entry: Martino! Finally! So I was all anxious to read your new blog, only to realize that you didn’t really write anything so much as fill out a giant survey that asked questions that I already know the answer to. You have one entry posted. One. C’mon, son, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Anyway, I’ve updated your link and added a couple others. I know, I know. It’s a shock that I do, indeed, have friends. One last request to Marty The Party (which is such a frat boy name): can you please archive your posts from Hanging By a Belief somewhere on your new blog? Because they are really good and I like ’em and don’t want to see them banished to a cyber wasteland.
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August 4, 2006
Pineapples and Robots
I don’t have much of anything really good to post, so I’ll take this opportunity to post some funny stories about Beans. This is in retaliation for her leaving my swimsuit picture up on her blog for waaaaaay too long.
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August 3, 2006
Cholera Schmolera
Crabby this morning. Crabby Crabby. Wenchy. Bitchy. PO’d. Cranky. Full of piss and vinegar.
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August 2, 2006
Beach Hut, Ecks Os, and a Birfday Song for Stef
All is right in the world once again. Meaning: Stef is back where I can harass her on a daily basis (sometimes more), Saara is back where she’s communicatable again (is that even a word? I almost used communicable, but the only way I’ve ever heard that used is partnered with disease, as in communicable disease, and I certainly don’t want to imply that she is that when she’s anything but), and I’m back to doing lame-brained idiotic things.
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August 1, 2006
Happy Birfday to Melsypan!
Happy birfday to you
Happy birfday to you
(It’s your birfday…it’s your birfday…)
Happy birfday dear Melsy
Happy birfday to you!
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August 1, 2006
Where’s the line in the budget for Starbucks?
Tired today…stayed up too late doing pretty much nothing at all. Don’t you hate it when you do that? When you’re looking at the clock going, “It’s almost midnight, I should turn in,” and then you keep reading the magazine? Stupid stupid.
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August 1, 2006
‘Nilla Puddin’
Life is good. Guuuuud. Steffi is back in the U.S. (we spent 1 hr. 30 min. on the phone tonight catching up), our power is still on, we balanced our budget for month-end July and M didn’t scowl at the computer screen and shake his head and I didn’t cry a single tear (wooo hooo! we made up $24!), Zozo went down like a dream (like she always does, awesome kid that she is), and now M is makin’ me some ‘nilla puddin’. I gots my cat sitting here and a glass of ice cold milk waiting. The air conditioner kicks on regularly, keeping our home at a comfortable 76 degrees. What could be better?!
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July 31, 2006
Back to the grind (and happy to be here!)
It’s so nice to be back to normal again. Whatever “normal” is. I mean, being back in our own home, on our regular schedule. Feels like a vacation!
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