As I reported last night Evie hit her head I thought it would be good to report that she’s doing relatively well today. She’s grumpy (which is more normal recently), and aside from the Klingon welt on her forehead she’s running around being herself.
I’d post pictures but that seems inhumane or something protective.
Oh, and she has s new nickname: Evelion. She’s been into roaring a lot lately and so since Abby is Abigator, Evie is now Evelion.
This evening Evie walked out of my office (where I was draining the water pipes due to yet another winter storm) and tripped and smashed her face across the bathroom door frame. She has a bruse that runs down her forehead, nose and lips. Its sad, really. She was snuggling on my lap as I held her and then rolled over, sat up on her knees and then threw up all down my jacket, shirt, pants and even managed to score some into my pants pocket. The poor little girl is not doing well. Tomorrow is Jessica’s birthday and I’m thinking its going to be less fun because on top of Evie’s funk, Abby has a cold.
I love my family and I hate to see them sick like this.
At our local mega-giant-club-store-where-you-buy-in-quantities-that-would-feed-third-world-countries they had a compost bin for a price I couldn’t pass up. I bought the bin because I hate throwing away so much food. We throw out so much stuff wrapped in plastic trash bags that could be recycled that I’m embarrased to be involved in the process. So along with recycling glass, plastic, paper and metal products I’m also recycling some of our food waste. That food will go into the compost bin, get eaten up by bacteria, and according to the line drawing that came with the instructions, will come out as small lines of garden goodness.
We’ll till the compost into our dirt and then our dirt will be happy. Happy dirt for happy worms that will be eaten by happy birds. I’m hoping the happy birds will then drop happy bird droppings on our car instead of the sad or solum droppings that they now drop periodically. Because that would make me happy. Not as happy as, say, not having the droppings hit my car at all, but better than sad droppings. That’s why you should compost, too.
What environmentally friendly/fiendly things do you participate in? Not “earth day” which is just a joke, but real things that you feel emotionally involved in like driving a Hummer or a Prius?
If you’ve not already checked out the Pandora Podcast, please consider doing so, its excellent. Rather than link straight to it I’m going to suggest you start here: the History of Reggae & Ska. Wow. This podcast continues to amaze me with the quality of the information. Very, very worthwhile for musicians.
There is nothing like country music and line dancing to make you wish you married your sister. Or if you don’t have a sister, maybe you wish you lost a dog or something.
Squaredancing on the other hand makes you wish that you had coordination enough to dance more sophisticated dances like you see people doing in theater productions. Don’t get me wrong, squaredancing is fun because its easy, but after evaluating my ability to play simon says where every call is something simon said, I’m ready to take on dancing with the average Joe. Its like reality TV only its reality. I have relatives who went to school for dance, I have even more relatives who ballroom dance, but its just not in me. When I have danced ‘improvised dance’ I think that some people present were ready to call 911 to make sure that the ambulance was hurrying because the convulsions were getting worse.
This last Saturday our church had a dance – but it was a square dance. Various members of the congregation stayed home because they had some sense, but we wanted our girls to be able to have fun. And fun they did have [<- that sentence was so Yoda, I don't know where it came from]. And we as adults had fun. It was the first time I’d danced with my wife in public since we got married. 8.5 years of not knowing that the easiest way for me to dance with Jessica was to take up square dancing.
I have written in the past about eBay and man breasts. Today I think that I found out about eBay and breasts of all sorts. While reading a blog (that to my knowledge does not write about nude breasts every day) I saw this advertisement and just had to snap a shot:
I never thought that you could buy those sorts of things online – I thought it took a plastic surgeon or a pixel surgeon.
For the fun of it I’ve decided to take advantage of the free 10,000 step a day exercise program. I’m going to try to walk 10,000 steps or more a day. That way, if I calculate correctly, I can increase my ice cream intake to quarts a day instead of my usual summertime intake of half a quart a day.
What are you going to to do participate in my weightloss program? No, not for you, for me? Will you help me walk 10,000 steps a day? For every comment that gets left on this post I will add 100 steps to my daily steps up to 2,000 more steps (or 20 comments, whichever happens first). I’ll add a bonus 100 steps to my daily count if someone can tell me what book the title of this post comes from (besides my wife, who knows this book most likely because she’s read it).
Rebecca/Becky/My: +200 [right answer for the bonus question]
Total: 10,600 steps a day is now my goal (or roughly over six miles). Achieved today by an end of the day walk-around-the-sofa-fest.
Tonight’s super-star was a girl who couldn’t have been more than 11 or 12 years old. She cried during several of the performances. How do I know? Because when she was crying the camera crew was on her. She got more attention than the artists when she turned on the water works.
Congratulations Ashley (Ryan Seacrest asked her name) for rocking America with your tears of joy. It was truly like the British invasion video footage I have seen of teen girls crying over the Beatles.