Seven Beautiful Years

Monkey-Girl and I have been married for seven years today.

We're busy enjoying ourselves.

More tomorrow.

A Little Bit of Luxury

There's nothing better to do on a Sunday night than giving your baby a bath then sitting down to a light dinner of brie, a baguette, seedless grapes, and cherries. Top that off with streamed episodes of Lost from abc.go.com, and wow.

We don't get out much.

Fake Blog Entry

Too busy enjoying SNL with my baby-momma. Catch you tomorrow!

Mission Accomplished

"Success through lowered expectations."

It's a phrase some of my more cynical colleagues will pull out when we get good news as part of our standardized test results. I dislike it tremendously. How demeaning for the students!

Since this particular entry only deals with my accomplishments, I guess I can use the phrase without being a total hypocrite.

"Success through lowered expectations." I've finished my Transformers cross stitch project. How amazing! Especially so since I said I could find the floss necessary to do it. (See? That's where I lowered your expectations.)

Actually, I did finish before Phoebe was born. I only just today framed it.

Now the world will be able to gaze upon Wheeljack's lovely visage in all its folksy crafted glory.

(Hypocrite!)

Being a Dad is Ridiculous

Meet Kowl. He hangs out with She-Ra, the Princess of Power. He looks like he's part koala part owl. I really don't know much about any of the characters from She-Ra: Princess of Power owing to the fact that I'm a boy. I have a younger sister who was only mildly interested as a way of connecting with her two older He-Man loving brothers.

There is no reason I should think about this mutant bird/marsupial. I don't even like He-Man anymore! That being said, someone please tell me why sleeping on the couch next to Phoebe's bouncenette I have dreams with this dude in them.

The amount of research I had to do identify this guy necessitated this blog entry. One doesn't dig around on the internet for two hours just to say, "The crazy pink Dumbo-eared bird from my dream was named Kowl, Honey," and call it a day.

One must share his insanity . . .