Buck up little planets! Here are your favorite hor-o-scopes again — peppered with fancy astrological lingo for you cleverest of folks. As far as I can tell, I’m still a Taurus. So, apologies in advance if burn any of you with the steam I’m blowing off this month.
Well, dooce has done it again Like that overly-referenced butterfly in Asia creating a typhoon in America with a simple flutter of its technicolor wings, dooce may have created a bloggy tidal wave with her post about letting Leta cry it out (CIO for non-parents). It’s only just beginning, but I suspect we will see some big wreckage in the days to come. I was preparing to treat you all to a treatise on why CIO is a totally different ball of earwax when you have twins. I was going to talk about how the sleep deprivation endured by parents…
Compared to your average 19 year old, I realize I’m a little slow on the uptake with this one. But I just now saw it, and I know you’ll be able to sleep tonight with my having addressed it here at the UpsideUp. First, I guess, came this. Then came this. Personally, I think they’re both pretty amazing, but YouTube users seem to want a winner declared. The fact that a battle is being waged at all is, well, ridiculous and amazing, all at once. It’s Ridiculazing. People? This free time you have? Where does it come from?
Me: Taking a bite of Zoe’s neck. “Is it alright if I take a bite of your neck?” Zoe: “No. It’s not.” Me: “Why not?” Zoe: “Because then I will not have any head.” Me: “Oh no. That’s no good.” Zoe: “No. It would not be good if I don’t have any mouth or any eyes. So don’t do it.” Me: “Okay.”
Today was a good day. A better day. Dad was in physical therapy almost the entire day. From 9:30 til 3:30 he was working, talking, exercising, biofeedbacking and kicking his endorphins back into gear — all good. He also got visits from all three of his granddaughters — good, good, good. He was saddled with me from 11 til 5 — comme-ci, comme ca. And he was moved into his own private room — good with a capital “I’m Not Worthy.” Most importantly of all, he was in good spirits. I tell ya, there is no amount of money you…
So, shit, y’all. I’m in Charlotte this week but for a crappy fucked up reason. My dad had a routine nerve block procedure on his back last Friday. It’s a spinal injection of steroids that is supposed to make his back feel instantly better (and he’s had them before) but something went terribly wrong and now he’s recovering from acute paraparesis. This is a slightly less severe way of saying he was paralyzed from the waist down for a few hours. Then he started to regain feeling in his left leg, and then following way behind, the right leg. But…
When I went into the hospital to visit my dad yesterday (more on that later), this was the rug in the elevator: When I left the hospital, after midnight, this was the rug in the elevator: I’m not currently of the mindset to expound appropriately, but I knew it was blogworthy and had to be shared with you.
So the painters have begun work on the exterior of our house. I think this is the color we’re going with: Your thoughts? Today the carpenter is repairing the rotten wood along the roofline (soffit?). He is working directly outside the room I’m sitting in right now. He is latino. He is listening to music. The music is turned up pretty loud since he’s up on a 20 ft. ladder and the boombox is on the ground. He is hammering in time with the music. (I swear I’m not trying to be racist by mentioning that he’s latino. It just…
Happy Spring! y’all. Not only is it Spring! (my favorite season — not an original comment) but it is also a big day in history: 1852 – Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin is published. 1916 – Albert Einstein publishes his theory of relativity. 1928 – Mr. Rogers is born 1969 – John Lennon and Yoko Ono get married. 2003 – In the early hours of the morning, the United States and three other countries begin military operations in Iraq. And last but not least. In fact, most important of all, if you ask me (and isn’t that why you’re…
