I Have No One To Blame But Myself

Well. As I lay in bed this morning, Connor let me know that he has now learned app. 6 words. The first five words were - Mama, Dada, E-ten or E-tee ("Ethan"), Cah (Car), and Cop-Car or Cop-Car-Sih ("Cooper" or "Cooper Sit"). The sixth word?

"Ha-Hah."

As in:
"I just broke something intentionally now I'll look at my dad knowingly and say "Ha-Hah." Dammit! Too much of The Simpsons in this house...

Okay, back to my sinus infection.

B-Wizzard In The Mother Humpin' Hay-owse

A few pics. But none from Christmas, really. If anyone wants to see the pictures from the holidays, just look at the Flickr, man. They're all there.

For the last two years, Skip's gotten me a Cabela's gift certificate for Christmas. My order came today...

Sweater, cap, headlamp - all for under $65. I'm a savvy, savvy bargain shopper. Yes, that's a wool sweater -my clutzy atse can't have a cotton or poly sweater for more than a day without snaggin' it. The giant nose zit and chapped cheeks were free, and arrived a few days ago.

If I was good with GIF stuff, I would have made one of those retarded moving things out of those two pictures, instead of having two pictures posted. Know what I'm sayin'?

While I was trying to take pictures of myself, I had a monkey tugging at the camera's "Oh S#!%!" chord:

Oh, he was all smiles, the little devil.

Here's the only holiday pictures I'll post, as they need the most explaining.


The best part of having lamb for Christmas dinner? The Greek(ish) leftovers you get to have for lunch. Lamb-wrap and coleslaw, yeah.

Later that week...

I know that it looks a lot like a giant caterpillar that's been laid on one side and roasted, but what it really is is a pork loin that I butterflied in a spiral sorta thing, then wrapped some stuffin' all up inside of, and it came out...Gloriously.

I Know

I've got tons of pictures yet to blog, most from Christmas. But work has been either too busy or not busy enough to put them up (Interesting dichotomy, no?), so I'll leave you with a verbal update instead.

After temperatures in the 50's at the end of last week, we have hit official bitter, ass freezing cold recently. The windows in the shop and the upstairs are covered with a thick layer of frost on the inside. Metal doorknobs on exterior doors are also covered. My hands are cracking and bleeding from the lack of moisture - not to mention that I got a good coating of capsaicin on them de-veining/seeding some peppers yesterday whilst making delicious tortilla soup. When I took the dog out this morning, I hated life, and the snow on the ground makes the gross Styrofoam sound/feel underfoot. But I actually kind of like the cold - it's a novelty to a Seattleite like me.

I've got a few short, silent movies of the kids that I can send out - e-mail me if you want them and I'll send them. Mostly Christmasy stuff, I think.

I bid you adieu.

Meme Thing

Keith tagged me for this - I posted with it once, but wasn't happy with what I came up with on the fly so I deleted it. Hopefully no one read it. Here's the new version. Forgive me if I stop short of five...

1. I speak fluent gibberish. Seriously. I should record myself in the car sometime - especially if there's someone driving like an @$$ nearby. I can do a great stream of consciousness swearing bit that sounds like I'm cursing in Italian or something. But you'll never get to hear it - I don't think it would work at all in front of anyone else.
2. For whatever reason, since I met Cindy, neither one of us has lived anywhere that doesn't constantly need a light bulb replaced (or the entire fixture). Our last college apartments, apartments in both the Seattle area and Saranac Lake, and now the house...Always replacing bulbs, some of them only last a week or two at a time. Must be the wiring? Or maybe the wife and I exude some resonant EM waves that damage things like that?
   
3. My only ambition in life is to get through it all as easily as possible. That's a pretty attainable sounding goal, right? And yet, most of the time, I feel like I'd have more luck if I were trying to become president or an astronaut or something. Not that I'm complaining...
4. The number one thing that pisses me off the most are people who are rude, insensitive, or mean for no reason. I can actually laugh at the rest of it - and I'm talking about some things other people get really offended by (no examples, this is a family blog), most of the time. But people who are selfish and pigheaded to others with no good reason to behave that way can go stab themselves.

That's all I've got. Hope it helped...Anyone else that I know that blogs is now tagged to share five random facts about themselves with the world - since there's only two or three of you besides Keith, you should know who you are.