Every year, a marching band comes down our street - they use our street to practice for the Johnson Co. Old Settlers parade. It is absolutely thrilling to stand in my own yard in a bathrobe with hair still wet as a gaggle of teenagers marches past playing a slightly off-key rendition of Eye of the Tiger. A song that I also played in my marching band days when it was a new release.
Band geeks unite!
The lovely thing about babies and toddlers is that they grow and thus need new wardrobes. Frequently. During this period I have come to refer to as My Malaise, I have found that some guilt free Retail Therapy in the guise of "winter wardrobe, 2007" goes a long way in offering relief. After all, it is for the children, right?
I am sure I am not the first to express this particular concern to the producers of Thomas the Train. But still. I wonder. George Carlin? Alec Baldwin? Really?
After Anjali merrily fills a diaper, she enters a state of utter and complete joy. I am almost embarrassed for her. I mean, do I offer a cigarette?
I learned recently that it is no longer necessary to add two spaces between sentences. I first heard of this through Average Jane, but I thought she was joking. Jane, she is a funny gal sometimes. However, Erin posted about it quite seriously. What the fuck? My world will never be the same. When did this happen? Why? Who made this decision? And most importantly, where was I and why was I not consulted?