What I Did On My Bloggy Vacation
May 15, 2007
Not so much of a vacation as technical difficulties, as we've gone from a busted keyboard to a busted power cord and I was completely laptopless for most of the weekend and yesterday:
Luckily, I managed to keep myself occupied. SOMEHOW:
Happy Mother's Day! Now everybody get the hell away from me so I can concentrate on mah show. Oh, but bring me another mimosa first.
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I mowed a lawn for the first time in my entire life on Saturday. I nearly took a chunk out of my flip-flop with the weed whacker, but otherwise the entire operation took place without incident. I just feel the need to document this important event in the Suburbification of Amalah.
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We also said goodbye to Heather this weekend. I have nothing to say about this except that she is a whore and I hate her. Also that I cried and hugged her a lot.
You will never guess what her goodbye present to Noah was.
I am posting this one because I know it will break her heart, and I am vindictive.
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In other news, I went to the dentist this morning, which is always fine holiday fun, especially when it's been about two years since your last appointment.
"So why haven't you seen a dentist since early 2005?"
"I had a baby. I got distracted."
Obviously, my mouth is a big hot mess at this point, as I have apparently clenched and grinded all the enamel off of several teeth, and pushed other teeth into my jaw, where they are currently bumping and grinding against my jaw bone. Apparently when tooth vs. bone (the ultimate oral grudge match!), the tooth wins.
(Also, apparently when your dentist says stuff like "your teeth are bumping and grinding against your jaw bone," the appropriate response is not, "a-boom-chicka-bow!")
I'll spare you the rest of the gory tooth details, but suffice to say: it's gonna take a little more than some Thomas the Tank Engine Training Toothpaste to fix things in there.
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And this one is just for the sheer, blissful hell of it.
Arrested Development is beyond awesome. My favourite is Gob. Yours?
And Noah look like he's 4'6" in the last photo. Crazy.
Okay--um--is that where Jason usually stores the remote?
Noah just needs a beer in his right hand to go with the left hand down the pants. This may be proof that the classic Al Bundy pose is purely nature not nurture, resting squarely on the Y chromosome.
Long live Arrested Development! You can't laugh at it, because you'll miss the next joke. A cruel shame that its life was ended prematurely, but I am so grateful for DVD technology (and marketing whores).
I recently went to the dentist for the first time since 2005 too (the baby is a good excuse, I thought, but my dentist didn't appear to agree. Ridiculous woman) and learned that I have been grinding my teeth as well. Now I have an unbelievably attractive bite splint, which I fortunately only have to wear at night.
What happened to your BABY!?
How did that even happen? I was right here, lurking all along, and then all of a sudden, Noah's all grown up.
The time? Where? Takes my breath away.
Be warned about those Arrested Development DVDs - I bought all of them about a year ago and am still not sick of them. Could watch them over and over and over and over and...