A PHAT Tuesday
Enjoyed the fact that Stacey was off work today. So, we slept a little later than normal, then got up...dawdled around the house for a while, until we called Elizabeth and met up with her, her mom, Emma, and Meredith at Ruby Tuesday's for lunch. All in all a good time, except that Emma was in a little bit of "rare form," with a little fussiness and the occasional loud shriek. But Eli laid down the law with her. Man, I hope I never make Eli mad ;-)
Afterwards, we headed to a thrift store. Yeah...I know... They've got a LOT of just good old fashioned junk. Lots of junk.
Came home, put Kailyn down for a nap, went for a brief walk, then headed back out to Wal-mart for some shopping. Then came home...blah blah...headed back out and brought J-mo my copy of Halo to try out.
Now...I'm here...
Hmm...my day seemed busy, but now that I'm typing all this, it seems like it was busy, but boring at the same time. So...I apologize for boring you with my details...
Maybe I should talk about boring things with more dramatic "flair." EXAMPLE: "And as soon as the spoon hit the ground, Emma could tell that she'd finally crossed THE line with her mother... Silence fell over the table as Eli stood up, placed Emma's small hand in her iron grip, and marched her to the bathroom...but for Emma, it's not a bathroom...it's her own personal purgatory."
Hmmm...maybe not. Instead, maybe I should get philosophical and spiritual. EXAMPLE: "Ah...the memories in all the items of junk at the thrift store. When you see the oak grain table with the chairs and the orange cushions that scream "I love the 70s," you can't help but drift back to memories of Starsky and Hutch and Columbo. On that note, why does "style" change so much? Why can't people stick with something? Why does everything have to be 'new?'"
Hmmm...maybe not that, either. Oh, well...maybe my blog doesn't need a "character" or an "indentity." Maybe this is, after all, just a safe place to rant about...whatever...
KEY PHRASES: "Wow...I think Eli just had a coniption." "Stacey...look! A LaserDisc player, and it's only $42." (LOL). "Hmm..I thought J-mo and Eric were going to play online tonight." "Kevin, it IS almost 11:30." D'OH! "Great, the 'smell' is gone."
Afterwards, we headed to a thrift store. Yeah...I know... They've got a LOT of just good old fashioned junk. Lots of junk.
Came home, put Kailyn down for a nap, went for a brief walk, then headed back out to Wal-mart for some shopping. Then came home...blah blah...headed back out and brought J-mo my copy of Halo to try out.
Now...I'm here...
Hmm...my day seemed busy, but now that I'm typing all this, it seems like it was busy, but boring at the same time. So...I apologize for boring you with my details...
Maybe I should talk about boring things with more dramatic "flair." EXAMPLE: "And as soon as the spoon hit the ground, Emma could tell that she'd finally crossed THE line with her mother... Silence fell over the table as Eli stood up, placed Emma's small hand in her iron grip, and marched her to the bathroom...but for Emma, it's not a bathroom...it's her own personal purgatory."
Hmmm...maybe not. Instead, maybe I should get philosophical and spiritual. EXAMPLE: "Ah...the memories in all the items of junk at the thrift store. When you see the oak grain table with the chairs and the orange cushions that scream "I love the 70s," you can't help but drift back to memories of Starsky and Hutch and Columbo. On that note, why does "style" change so much? Why can't people stick with something? Why does everything have to be 'new?'"
Hmmm...maybe not that, either. Oh, well...maybe my blog doesn't need a "character" or an "indentity." Maybe this is, after all, just a safe place to rant about...whatever...
KEY PHRASES: "Wow...I think Eli just had a coniption." "Stacey...look! A LaserDisc player, and it's only $42." (LOL). "Hmm..I thought J-mo and Eric were going to play online tonight." "Kevin, it IS almost 11:30." D'OH! "Great, the 'smell' is gone."
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