minorthird

so…
“and if you give meeeeeee….
weed, whites and wine,
and you show me a sign,
I’ll be willin’, to be movin’” — Little Feat

so…Sammy might be days — or maybe hours — from walking, and we all know what happens then…his world, and the number of little girls that will not be able to resist his charms, grows exponentially.
Lock up your daughters!

so…Sammy’s birthday celebration is over, and we’re starting to recover. And by recover, I mean get sick — Erika is fighting a stomach/all-over-ache bug, and I’m play host to a sore throat.
fun.
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my mom bought me new headphones for my birthday while she was visiting (thanks mom!), so my morning commute is just zooming along!
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I need […]

so…Saturday was Sammy’s first birthday!
I am pretty much without word to describe what a year it has been and how amazed I am everytime I look at him. If parenting wasn’t such an engaged activity I would sit in a corner to watch him explore life — he finds enjoyment in everything, including the […]

so…according to a piece of spam I received in the wee hours of the morning, 4GB might be Vista’s RAM sweet spot.
Awesome! If I’m ever seducing Vista’s RAM (or it’s sheep, or cow, for that matter) I will have a gameplan!
Who says spam is all bad?
Actually, I think that goes against one of the lesser […]

so…like I’ve always said: “You can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can’t take the trailer park out of the girl”

so…in my excitement over the idea of eating more of Erika’s previously mentioned chicken tortillini soup today for lunch, it would seem that I filled my thermos a little too much.
This over-zealous act caused said thermos to leak.
Now, I think the mark of a good thermos is that it is water/air-tight and that it […]

so…it finally snowed. Not just a dusting followed by rain, but a good, all-day 7-8 inches of snow!
I’m pleased to announce that our snowblower started up with one pull, and handled everything the storm had to offer. I ended up going out twice because the storm decided to cover my tracks, but it felt good […]

so…it’s so cold outside.
[insert your line here. Yes, you really need to say it. Out loud.]
It is so cold that the steam from my breath froze into a thin film of ice on the inside of my glasses and I had to stumble through a foggy, psychedelic haze for three blocks down Tremont.
Maybe walking from […]

so…the great experiment has ended before it really began.
I decided that I was going to start driving to work, instead of taking the train, in an effort to work more billable hours in a week. 5 more, to be exact.
I figured out all of the costs and balanced them against taking the train, and still […]