I haven't much inclination to write. I think you can understand why. Or, maybe you don't. No one really knows how to act when crap things happen. You just are.
So, instead of focusing on any one thing, here is a collection of randomness that I've had under my thinking cap for a spell. Enjoy.
- I find great pleasure in checking my voice mail, only to be asked to resave the following message from many months ago: "WHAT THE HELL?! *click*" It was a wrong number, and it's some old man, sounding very much like Grandpa from "The Simpsons", apparently frustrated with my greeting. Granted, it was a long one as it was still my old business greeting, but isn't it odd that he listened to the whole thing and then decided to curse at a stranger? What a wonderful and silly gift he gives me every month.
- Amos has new and delightful ways to entertain us lately. He will sometimes only eat if he is presented with a fingerbowl of water and some items to dip in it. The latest favorites are floating letters and numbers that are meant for bath time. He loves to dip the letters, say, "DISSH? DISSH?" which means, "This?" as in "What's this, Mama?" While he marvels at the letters, somehow we manage to shove a whole meal into his piehole. Simply amazing.
- Another Amos-ism comes right from my own past. We dug up a treasure trove of toys at my parents' house, and amongst the pile was my giant doll, Mikey. He's this big fella with a giant head, a serious case of hair loss, and red suspenders. Amos thinks Mikey is The Shit. He talks to Mikey, feeds him, feels his strange plastic hands, and gives him a binky when appropriate. At times, we use Mikey to ease Amos into a nap. At times, we peek in and find Amos straddling Mikey's face and bouncing the crap out of him. I wonder if this Amos' way of telling us, "Yeah, you see this? Expect this behavior if you decide to have another kid."
- In my quest to find solace and peace while I have retreated from the world, I decided to use a bit of mad money. I went crazy and bought a Wii. Yes, I have fallen to the calling of Nintendo and their ding dang invention that makes people look like they are in the midst of a seizure as they virtually bowl or ski or throw the controllers at the TV. My precious arrives Thursday. You can definitely expect radio silence from me from that day forward.
- Snow. Cold. Started my diet again. Losing weight makes me cold, so I have to throw on extra blankets or strap the cat to my feet. But I look fabulous.
- And so do you.
6 beautiful people muttered something back:
You'll enjoy the Wii. It'll probably otherwise occupy your brain when you need it most.
A very cultured young man you're raising there, missy. :)
We have procured a Wii also. But don't tell because Ol' St. Nick is dropping it off on a certain day later in the month. Apparently we can bring our controllers to each others homes (because that's where the Miis live) and we can battle!!
Wii's are cool. I was playing on my sister's Wii fit yesterday. You don't realise that you are doing exercise when you playing on the games. You know it the next morning when you can't move your arms!
Ah, you can't help but admire a woman who can look fabulous with a cat strapped to her feet. Lovely to hear from you.
The sight of you playing the Wii with the cat strapped to your feet will surely be a treasured holiday memory for years to come. Amos has no words to describe that yet.
I suppose we should start putting a lemon slice in his finger bowl to make him appropriately cultured. He's becoming quite a young sophisticate.
she's got cat strap fever!
yay for the Wii! They are SOO much fun. :)
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