What am I doing on Sunday?
I’m flying to Florida with The Goon Squad. Just the three of us.
Just me and two three year olds.
On an airplane.
I’m scared.
Hold me.
Last night I had a dream that I was talking to Ronnie James Dio about going to BlogHer. He didn’t make his reservations early enough, so he was staying in some Days Inn. I told him that he could put all of his giveaways in our room during the conference.
Apparently I am very generous when it comes to metal icons.
(Thanks to The Kaiser for my Superfly Dio/Sarah on the phone pictures)
Who says Yahtzee isn’t dangerous?
Right here is the dance that is going to win us the BlogHer dance off. Y and Jenn don’t stand a chance.
Did you know the naked baby from the cover of Nevermind is about to turn 16? He can almost drive.
Sorry, that is all I’ve got. It’s been kind of a boring day here. You know, unless you want to hear about how one of my cats keeps peeing in my dirty clothes baskets.
At least I hope it is one of the cats. Technically I have no proof that it is cat pee.
You don’t want to hear about that do you?
Last night I set my alarm for 6:00 am.
I usually don’t set an alarm unless I have a flight to catch or it is a school day for The Goon Squad. It is Summer, and I am not going anywhere. So knowing that Ian will wake me up before 7:00 am at the very latest, why did I need to wake up so early?
I also write over at Strollerderby. Most mornings we run a feature called “Strollerderby Playdate“. I am in charge of Thursdays. Since I never got around to doing my post for last night I figured I would just get up early and finish writing it this morning.
After hitting snooze a mere three times, I actually got out of bed and turned on my computer. I was about 3/4 of the way done when I realized what you probably already know.
It is Wednesday.
Okay. Let’s move on.
Mel from Freak Parade thinks I am a Rockin’ Girl Blogger.
She must have seen my guitar.
(This is a button that I got from Jessica at Oh, the Joys - She is also a rockin’ blogger.)
Now for my nominees:
Dawn totally rocks.
Bossy Rocks.
Tink Rocks.
Jess rocks and rolls.
And Chase - Chase rocks the mic like a vandal.
This is not to say that the rest of you don’t rock, but I could only pick five. So there you have it.
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Oh, and one more thing…. anal fiesta.
Gabe just sent me a link to the Top 25 Car Names That Are Funny When the Word “Anal ” is placed in front of them.
This made me laugh so hard, that I will not only link to it, but I will also give you the entire list here:
25. Frontier
24. Ascender
23. Excursion
22. Diablo
21. Defender
20. Vibe
19. Commander
18. Aviator
17. Trooper
16. Avalanche
15. Odyssey
14. Avenger
13. Prowler
12. Raider
11. Breeze
10. Trailduster
9. Quest
8. Legend
7. Amigo
6. Rodeo
5. Rampage
4. Scoupe
3. Town and Country
2. Probe
1. Ram
Gabe’s favorite is the Town and Country. I’m fond of the Rodeo.
Seriously, Explorer didn’t even make the list? That would be funny. You know what, they are almost ALL funny. Expedition? Applause. Accent. Sonata. Liberty. Escape. Golf.
I swear I could do this all day. Instead, I will feed my children.
Claudia was a really difficult newborn. I think it stemmed from the fact that after sharing a womb and then being born almost six weeks early, she just wasn’t done cooking. She was colicky and I probably shouldn’t even admit this, but when she was a couple of weeks old I started calling her “Angel Baby” and I meant it sarcastically.
Well, the nickname has stuck. And sometimes it is even true. 
Marty McFly rocks way harder than you remember. (Thanks Gabe)
For all of you other Guitar Hero addicts out there. (Thanks Kate)
Oh yeah, speaking of Guitar Hero II (well, I was) - Free Bird is kicking my ass.
I love my commentors. Commenters? Commenteurs? (Commentators can’t be right, can it?) Whatever. What I am trying to say is that you people are hilarious.
I don’t know most of you, but I do know a lot of you in real life. Some of you I have known for a very long time, take my Mom for example. But really, I have known Alison from AliBlog and her brother Beau since I was in first grade. AliBlog was the first blog I ever read. I remember one time she called some of us out. She thought we should have our own blogs. She called out Gabe and Mich. Neither of them started their own blog, but then there was me.
She created a monster.
Back to what I was saying before. I have known Mich since I was in girl scouts. She doesn’t comment all of the time, but when she does it is always worth reading. Read her comment from this post:
Mich Says:
My favorite neighbor is an alcoholic dead beat dad with party plates and a breathalizer ignition. When he gets home from drinking on hot summer nights, he pees in the driveway. We live in one of those rustbelt city neighborhoods where the houses are separated only by the driveways. The screen in our bedroom window is the only thing to buffer the sound. It’s like he’s pissing in the same room with us. (Oh — and by the way — we mow his lawn sometimes. But that’s because it would NEVER get mowed otherwise.) And he’s our favorite!
The neighbor on the other side told us he is sick. My husband asked what was wrong, and the dude just pointed at his head. He constantly asks if he can use our ladder. I don’t know what for. We keep saying no.
The sick-in-the-head-ladder-craving guy lives in a two-family house and the people who live upstairs from him are Middle Eastern. We saw them the day they moved in. We see the husband all the time, but the wife has never come out of the house — in two years!!
We have another neighbor who noticed a small leafy twig growing out of our chimney. He begged us to call the authorities right away so that we wouldn’t die of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Before the Middle Eastern couple moved in, there was a chain-smoking 60-something-year-old woman living up there. We called her Leather Face. Once, we were driving through town and saw her lying on the ground propped up against the storefront of the corner bar. We said, “Hey! That was Leather Face passed out on the curb!”
Abbreviated version of the rest of the neighborhood:
Cat Lady (our second favorite)
Screaming Derrick
Bearded Man
The Stripper
If Mich doesn’t need her own blog, I don’t know who does. Either that or a sitcom based on her neighborhood. I already told her that if she does get a tv show, I want to play Derrick the Screamer.
There is this lady in my neighborhood. She isn’t anybody I know. I’m not even sure which street she lives on, but I see her walking around the neighborhood a lot.
There isn’t anything inherently strange about a lady taking a walk in a neighborhood, but this lady is usually carrying a little cage around with her.
Yesterday I saw what she had in the cage.
I always kind of wondered what was in that little cage. Looking back, I think at first I thought she had a very small, very high maintenance dog. Maybe she was the dog sitter and she was taking it back and forth to wherever it lives. Then later I realized that this particular cage was probably a little bit small for any breed of dog that I could think of.
At some point a couple of months ago I decided that it was probably a guinea pig.
I have no idea why I thought she was carrying a guinea pig around my neighborhood, but it doesn’t really matter because the truth is almost as strange.
I hit the timing perfectly yesterday and I was turning the corner just as this lady was coming the other way and I saw what was in the cage.
It was a bird.
Some lady carries a bird around in a cage in my neighborhood.
Does that strike anyone else as odd?
Who takes birds for a walk? It doesn’t look like any parrot or cockatoo or some other fancy bird either. It just looks like a small regular bird. Maybe a love bird? Maybe a parakeet.
Whatever. I am just looking for a reason - any reason that some person would be walking around with a bird in a small plastic cage on a regular basis.
Any ideas?
