Around the house and garden this morning:
Unrelatedly, today marks 6 months since I quit smoking. To celebrate, I shall stop and inhale the scent of flowers deeply today, my nasal passages untainted by nicotine residue for perhaps the first time in my entire adult life. Yowza.
In honor of Earth Day:
This is my favorite photo of all the ones I took in California. For so, so many reasons, I don't think I could list them all.
I love this photo because her goofy smirk really perfectly captures a big part of her personality, her silly, goofy sweetness.
Oh, my lovely girl.
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PSST! We Covet! Don't say I never did nuthin' fer ya.
Me & Ted Allen last night (who I need to send this e-card to. snort.).
More photos -- and tales of the wackiness that ensues when you mix red wine with baby products -- coming soon!
Here Truman deploys the classic pug head-tilt. I give it a 4.2.
Self Portrait with car seat (I don't know if I've mentioned this here before or not, but this kid's camera is by far one of the best purchases we've made toy-wise for M, like, ever.)
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Sooo... not like you hadn't noticed or anything, but posting is going to be (and uhh is already?) kind of light this week (or L-I-T-E, if you prefer). Besides the launching of We Covet (yay!) and all that went with that, I'm going to Joisey today and won't be back until very late Friday.
I still love you, though. I love you very, very much, intarwebs. BRB, okay?
Do note, however, that I'll be surrounded by other bloggers during my 3-day stay in the Garden State, so there's a decent chance that drunken blogging will take place at some point or other over the next couple of days. Keep your eyes peeled and your fingers crossed.
Jamie was out of town this past weekend, so M and I spent our Easter morning at the Baltimore Zoo, enthusiastically participating in the continued enslavement and subjugation of our animal brethren FOR THE KICKS, BRO. Oh and while we were keepin' other species down, we also had breakfast with the Easter (totally fake, dude in a suit) Bunny, who is apparently in cahoots with The Man, and a traitor to his own kind. Bastard.
All told, it was a lovely day. And here's the photographic evidence to prove it:
Did your Easter involve animal oppression by any chance? Because I'm sensing a theme here.
Much love to each of you, my friends inside the computer, on this lovely spring day.
Now go eat some bunny-shaped chocolate fer crissakes!
I signed up for that awesome Photojojo twice-monthly flickr timecapsule, and have been so enamored of the dispatches I thought I'd share them here. Here's this week's selection, two photos from one year ago:
I took this during SXSW last year, walking around Austin with this dork and this dork and this dork. That there's a three Armadillo bus stop, pardner. sho nuff.
Psychotic Candyland clogs I bought for M last year. She barely wore them, and now they're too small for her, of course. (weeps)
You'll all be happy to hear that Truman's life was made immeasurably better this weekend when we presented him with a new Mister Snorty Hedgehog II, sequel to the former Mister Snorty Hedgehog (RIP) (pours a little out for OG Homie).
The first MSH was long Truman's favorite chew toy, so beloved that he actually LOVED IT TO DEATH, finally tearing a hole in its abdomen and extricating the noise maker buried deep within its belly, source of a satisfying snort sound when properly squeezed. That was a dark day in Trumandom. That will live in infamy. Or something.
Her: Hey! Don't fast forward through commercials! I LIKE the commercials!
Me: They're just trying to sell you stuff, M. Stuff we don't need.
Her: HUSSSSSSH! HUSH, LITTLE BABY!
Capitalism: 1, Parenting: 0.
(Speaking of capitalism: Awesome Radiohead kids shirt and others yonder.) (We also got the Beastie Boys tee.)
Ahoy! Shiver me timbers! Avast! Etcereraaaaaarggh!!!!!
(Our NYC poetry friend (and covert pirate), Gina.)
A recently captured artifact for my ever-expanding People Are Fuckin' Dumb file:
dun dun dun dun-duh-dun dun-duh-dun...
To truly appreciate, you simply must see the full-sized original.
(On the eve of the eclipse of a few days ago:)
It was a dark and stormy night. I'd recently taken a creative writing course...
I WILL HAVE YOUR SOUL... AND YOUR WHOLE GRAIN GOLDFISH CRACKERS. (pleez?)
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the bakery...
August 19, 2007
You can almost smell the fear, can't you? (RUT-ROH!)
Hand-crafted with love (and a little help from Jamie) by M, to ferry the doggy muffins she made this weekend to our various friends with pooches. (Doggy muffin recipe available in this book.)
My mother would like you all to know, for the record, that she didn't steal these. They fell off of her neighbor's tree and into her yard -- almost like the tree wanted her to have them. True story.
This is my daughter's favorite stuffed friend, Horsie.
And, to be perfectly honest, I'd kind of selfishly hoped for something a little more creative in the name department. We discussed different naming possibilities back when she first singled him out from the mountain of entangled stuffed animals piled on her bed. How about Fred? Brownie? Mortimer? Jedediah? Diddy? But no, Horsie it was, Horsie it remained. Sigh.
Before:
A bit frumpy and dowdy. And though the shade of green is quite lovely on you, I'd like to see a little more color and contrast... something with some pizzaz to make you stand out from the other bits of foliage...
And who could refuse? WHO?
(Our cat Maxine, who would indeed like to take your soul and make you a slave for her afterlife)
(Hey, guess which movie we watched this weekend?)
They've arrived (and they're just as awesome (and adorable!) as I imagined they'd be)!
Get yer own here.
(pantpantpant) mypool mypool mypool mypool (pantpantpant)
And now here it is, your moment of zen:
sniff.
letz meh into teh bathstimes!
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Somebody get Peta and Greenpeace on the phone, a-sap!
Many lovely beers, courtesy of Dogfish Head.
Kelly & Me, July 19th 2007
(Awesome courtesy of our friend Justin)
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