Entries from January 2006 ↓

From the ladies’ match: “A big fat cow enters the ring and you get excited? Oh, I forgot all the women in Vermillion look the same.”

Very disappointing development. After asking about the clarinet of my youth for a couple weeks and my mother assuring me that it was here (at her house in Vermillion), it is apparently not. I was fooled into believing that perhaps the saxophone of my brother’s youth was here — to which I replied that I took about 3 lessons one summer and I could learn. It is not here either. All that remains of any sort of middle school band experience is a trumpet. A trumpet! I don’t know how to play the trumpet! Might as well go experiment and make my mother rue the day she promised me a second chance at the clarinet.

What good is your parents’ house if they don’t keep everything you’ve forgotten about and want again in 10 years?

Last night was the last night for bedtime antics with Dot and Harley for the month. I took some unflattering photos of myself with the kitties because they are funny and, yes, even though I complained about wanting to stay home every night, I will miss these kitties and the way they woke me up at 6am for breakfast almost every morning.

Thusly I present: CAT PHOTOS.

I just wanted a photo with Dot and she just wanted love.

She had to lay on my magazine in order to receive love.

Harley had just bitten Dot in the butt in order to chase her out of bed. He is laying on my knees in this photo.

Tonight Jon brought a very small human into my home. His name is Jace and he is 18 months old. He said “Hi” and “Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” a lot. He was entertaining!

We were all there and we all swear that this bottle was empty, Officer.

Jace will be a good corporate slave someday.

The newest Bell Museum baby (born around 4am this morning) was going to be a natural birth, but after Catherine was about 4 centimeters dilated, the baby wasn’t having it. The hospital performed an emergency cesarean, only to discover that the umbilical cord was wrapped around baby’s neck! Yikes.

Anyway, all is well now. Welcome to the world, Jackson Mandle!