My family had this conversation about an hour ago:
Gabe: I looked online at Target for 8 X 8 frames and they didn’t have…
Me: Dick?
Gabe: Dick.
Ian: Dick!
We’ve been trying to get better about our foul mouths and we’ve really made some progress, but not enough, apparently.
Don’t let the bastards grind you down.
I know I’ve posted this picture before, but The Goon Squad wanted to remind everyone that The Tampa Bay Lightning are still the reigning Stanley Cup champions.
Even more importantly, Buccaneer training camp begins today. Let the football, beer and chicken wings begin!
You all may already know about this, but PostSecret is an interesting blog. I just saw it for the first time.
I got this off of The Sports Guy’s links, so if you read him everyday, you may have seen this too, but Corey Feldman is a freak, and somehow, still working.
Apparently Hurricane Dennis was good for something.
I was watching Maisy again today, and this time the chicken (Tallulah) took off her dress and underpants and the mouse (Maisy) took off her shirt and pants and red polka-dotted underpants and they got in the bathtub together. Plus, I think all of the characters on Maisy might be, um, mentally handicapped. There is no way I could be making this up.
Here is a very short article on why a drug dealer somewhere is about to get in big trouble with his boss.
Here is something interesting for those of you who like to read. On the Gnooks website, in the “Map of Literature” box, type in your favorite author.
I was looking through all the pictures from our vacation to put up on The Goon Squad’s website, and I noticed something odd. This is going to sound incredibly selfish, but I am shockingly absent from the pictures of my family. I know I should not be surprised, or upset, because I take most of the pictures, but it just appears as if I’m not there.
Here’s the morbid part. I keep thinking that if I died tomorrow, my kids would think I wasn’t involved, or that I never held them, or they wouldn’t be able to remember me the way I was when they were little. I guess if you looked at it objectively, they would understand that I was there, I was just taking the pictures.
I remember when we started getting doubles of all the pictures that were taken in the first week or two of the squad’s life. There were no pictures of me – or Gabe. We had pictures of the twins with grandparents, Aunts, friends, nurses… at the time I remember that there was one picture of me, and I looked so bad that I was half relieved that there weren’t more. But I was also sort of sad. You always see pictures of mothers holding their newborns and looking tired. I know I had extenuating circumstances… right after my c-section I spent several hours receiving a blood transfusion and my kids were in the NICU for a week, so it’s not like the whole family was hanging out in my hospital room taking photographs.
They could always look at my old photo albums, filled with pictures of me when I was in college. My college roommate Tammy took even more pictures than I do. I also have tons of pictures from high school when I would just hand people the camera and say “Here, take a picture of me”.
When my Uncle started using digital cameras, he began taking other pictures of himself and cutting himself out and adding himself to pictures he took of the family. At first I thought it was silly, but now I realize why he does it.
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I found this one. Our friend Mark took this one. It’s a little blurry, and Ian looks a little goofy, but it shows I was present.
I’m sure that I’m being over sensitive about this whole thing, but that is what a blog is for, right?
Maybe subconsciously I stay away from the camera with my post-twin bearing body. Maybe I’m too busy holding one twin out of the way while we take a picture of the other twin.
Maybe it is all part of the anonymity of motherhood.
It is that time of year. Fantasy Football time. I love Fantasy Football so much, that I am the commissioner of my own league on my favorite fall website NFL.com.
Anyway, I sent out e-mails to a group of people who have played together for a couple of years saying how to sign up this year for our league. They just go to the website, pick a team name, and set up their rankings for an autodraft (you basically rank the players in the order you would draft them, then at a specified time, the computer will do the draft for us, because we don’t all live in the same time zones, and several of us have kids preventing us from spending lots of consecutive time in front of the computer).
Then I got the following e-mail back from Aaron:
I’m not sure which is funnier. Is it that he was trying that hard to work the word turd into his team name? Or is it that THEY WERE ALL TAKEN? Seriously, how can that many teams have the word turn in them? This is really early in the season. Training camps just started. Either way, I’m glad I’m friends with Aaron, and I can’t wait to see what the rest of these guys pick as their team names.
