sytycd: top 8
who will go? mark and comfort or a surprise?
anyone really love anything last night?
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stop the presses. 2 weeks until the finale? cat, say it ain’t so!!
fine, i’ll ask: what is with the hand on the shoulder thing? how did i miss this?
i just got this email from erica
…miles was screaming and pounding on the door because i wouldn’t give him scissors to cut open the mtn dew. and oz had barfed all over my shoe….
He’s calmer now…phew. He’s drinking tea.
how do you see me?
yesterday after i found out about the rabbitohs, i did in fact google it and became obsessed with procuring a south sydney t-shirt. as is her wont, erica began gently taunting me. i said, if there was a sports team somewhere in south africa or something whose mascot was your last name wouldn’t you think that was cool?
she informed me that i would have to come up with some kind of analogy that would help her relate to the situation. so i said, a ballet troupe? a really kick-ass choir? a cool jeans designer?
she said, this is kind of revealing. i continued, a gaggle of blabbermouths? by which i meant an awesome group of funny, interesting and talkative women.
my new favorite team
after today’s stage of the tour de france i happened to catch the first episode of a new reality show about the rugby team that russel crowe bought in australia. the name of the team is south sydney rabbitohs. what!?!
look it up, eh?
so. erica’s started this thing. whevener she makes a dubious claim and she can sense that i’m about to challenge her she says, “google it!” like, “oh my gosh, i haven’t been in this video store in a year… google it!”
she’s been saying it so much that miles has started saying it with her. after we picked up the boys from daycare today we were in the van on the way home and erica demanded that i google something else. then from the backseat i hear, “gooby it, daddy!”
why is my toddler already a fourteen year-old girl?
beauty regimen
on saturday erica was on her own with the boys. when i got home she told me that it had taken forever to get miles down for a nap. it sounded like the day when i accidently shut vixen in his room while he tried to nap. she said that the only difference was that he eventually quieted down for a while. when he eventually made some noise and she went in she found him and his bed completely covered in diaper cream. smeared all over his face, in his hair, big clumps in his ears.
he screams if we try to put the stuff on his butt, then he voluntarily paints his face with it. miles’ rule number one: it’s only a good idea if i think of it.
‘doption day
the Oh-ficial adoption day is next friday, july 25th. after 21 months of living with that kid, we can’t wait to finally celebrate miles joining our family. our two tasks before friday are to get the house a couple steps above merely presentable and to convince miles that adoption doesn’t mean that he’s going to live with someone else.
plan a is to explain to him we’re adopting him so he’s staying with us. plan b is basically to focus him on the idea of a big party. once he found out there was cake involved he seemed to feel much better about adoption. i’m pretty much the same way. here’s my mary murphy-style one rule: scary thing + cake = light at the end of the tunnel. like father like son.
sytycd: top 10
point of order: i think it is against the laws of physics to be buck while wearing a sparkly sash.
question: will will ever get to wear a shirt again?
observation: it would totally suck for comfort if she came back just to get voted off again but at least we go to see two hip-hop dancers kill a hip-hop routine.
i can not wait to see what happens when people are no longer protected by their partners. anyone dare to venture a prediction?
still recovering
the soreness from the ride has mostly passed and i’m almost over the gatorade poisoning. when i sweat as much as i do during a two-day bike ride in the heat i have a hard time keeping my salts and water balanced. no matter what i do i end up at least a little bit dehydrated. add to it two full days in the sun and my lips are anything but kissable.
and because life is so awesome, i had to go to the dentist this morning. the poor hygienist had to offer me vaseline. twice. she was like oh, it happens all the time. i told her it was because of the bike ride. i don’t know if that made it any less embarrassing but at least it changed the subject.
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husband of the funniest attractive woman west of the mississippi river. proud father of two beautiful boys, Miles (2 years) and Oscar (6 months). studied chemical engineering in college. oops. aspiring photographer. practicing technical writer and designer. recreational cyclist. avid consumer of the written word. watch too much tv. i refuse to apologize for it.
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