this morning, before mike went to work, i was telling him about my strange day yesterday. i went to the grocery store and filled my cart up with baby stuff (oh my god baby meat. they have baby food lamb. i don’t even eat lamb. i’m not feeding my babies cute fuzzy little lambs. babies eating baby lambs. ick). the checker was pale and kept holding her head in her hands like she had a migraine. i asked, “are you okay? you look like you are going to pass out” and she assured me “no, no, i’m fine, i feel like i’m going to fall over but i’ll make it”. she continued checking my groceries but two minutes in she rested her head in her hands and mumbled “i think i need someone to come over here” and stumbled a bit. i walked around to her side, grabbed her arm and led her over to a bench where she continued to wobble until someone else came to help. i felt bad for her because i’ve been in that position before and you never feel worse than you feel when you are sick at work. there’s no real point to this story, i was just telling mike about my day and ended with “so, that was interesting.”

he answered “that is interesting but listen to this. i walked out to the garage last night to smoke and saw something furry run under the shelf. i thought about looking under there but decided putting my face under there was a bad idea so i stood over by the door and silently watched. a minute later i heard it moving around and creeped over to see what it was and…. there was a possum. it was sitting up in the middle seat of the triplet stroller looking at me. it definitely didn’t play dead- it was hanging out waiting to see if i was gonna mess with it. i opened the garage door all the way to see if it would run out when it saw freedom but it just sat there. i grabbed a rake and kind of poked at it with the handle and it started hissing and baring its teeth but still didn’t move. finally, i pushed the stroller out of the garage into the driveway and when i looked at it again it had curled up to take a nap while i pushed it. it still didn’t move. so, i poked it again with the rake and it finally jumped out and ran off. crazy possum”.

his interesting story won.

(edited to include overdramatic trainwreck trophy wives show) we don’t have a lot of extra funds at the moment but we reserve a few extra dollars a month to pay for HBO when certain shows run. i am still mourning the end of six ft under but other shows fill the void.

big love. oh my god i can’t stop, it is addictive. i tivo this and the sopranos on sunday nights and watch them on monday and tuesday mornings before monster wakes up. the babies watch bill paxton’s viagra fueled love fests with me while eating breakfast. ‘eh- they don’t know what’s going on.

the sopranos. holy cow. i like the vito story line- homosexuality in just a traditional, straight, tough-guy environment. i found the hypocrisy interesting when the guys said vito was committing a sin by being gay. this from men who blast the hell out of each other, steal and commit every other atrocity known to man. tony trying to turn a new leaf while the storm gathers in the background. i’m just waiting for him and carmella to hate each other again after i read that juliana marguilis is going to be on the show- possibly tony’s new goomah. and why is meadow with finn anyway? he is totally boring. a.j. is going to end up just like tony and you have to wonder, is tony dying or going to jail in the end? no way he can walk away or join witness protection. i loved the commentary on george bush and immigration reform bullshit and how the administration is eroding civil rights while claiming to fight terrorism. sopranos is still an excellent show and one of my favorites. BUT i can’t wait till deadwood starts again, it is my ultimate hbo favorite. fucking hell i love that show- the preview alone made me jump up and call mike at work to share the excitement.

the only other non-hbo shows i am watching at the moment are amazing race (go b.j. and tyler!) and my name is earl (gotta love any show that begins each week with a good claw machine retrieval). i just can’t watch american idol this time around (but rsm can!) and, as i said before, deal or no deal is annoying.

How Could I Forget? The Real Housewives of Orange County. I watch the reruns on Bravo during the day- oh my god- it is like watching a trainwreck. Most of the wives have fake tits, tans and teeth with overindulgent children and spending habits. I can’t stop watching their excessiveness and excuses for being complete consumer whores. Haven’t seen it? Watch for all that is wrong with the world.

i spend a lot of time watching kid’s shows. this morning i turned on boobah for the babies and they were as mezmerized as i was horrified. what is up with these psychedlic british kid’s shows? first teletubies and now the freaky penis headed boobahs. but, at least it is better than barney.

what have you been watching?

Jack has figured out how to grab the mirror toy on the Gymini and stare at himself. He learned how to scoot across his crib and turn on the toy aquarium in his crib. He jumps and shrieks in the johnny jump up and we are ignoring the physical therapist who hates them because how can something he loves so much be so bad? Anything that makes that child happy is a good thing. He is very serious when he isn’t shrieking and a bit shy. He loves to curl up on my chest and grabs my hair so I can’t get away. Today, he lunged out of the nurse’s arms towards me and snuggled in my arms. I forgive him for months of colic.

Ethan is one happy boy. His open mouthed smile is contagious and he makes you feel like the best person in the world when he sees you. Everytime you walk in the room, his face lights up and he waves his pudgy limbs at you. Big E outweighs the other two by at least half a pound and his legs are strong. He loves to be rocked and makes this adorable half asleep sucking sound when he falls asleep. He has so much personality and loves people.

Lily. Oh Lily. We survived another month pocked with doctor’s appointments but once again, you came through it all smiling. You scared the hell out of me by coughing out your trach and turning an unsightly shade of blue. You worried me by deciding you didn’t need to eat by mouth anymore because your thumbs were just too delicious. For two weeks we thought you would never eat again and we would always have to feed you through the hole in your stomach but yesterday, you decided to eat. Thank you for showing me once again that you are definitely in charge. You had a rough month kiddo- sick again, shots, surgery, tube coming out of your neck cutting off your oxygen supply, stupid nurses and screaming brothers. but you keep on smiling with blue eyes that actually sparkle. i had never met someone whose eyes truly sparkled- i thought it was just a metaphor- but you proved me wrong. here’s to a better month, princess.

babies, this month you became mesmerized by baby mozart; started eating baby food; smiled more; laughed for the first time; had your first easter and traveled as a pack in your fancy new stroller. you are growing so fast that you look bigger when you wake up in the morning than you did when i kissed you goodnight. you are now closer to toddlers than infants and i’m amazed. a year ago i didn’t even know there were three of you. who the hell would have guessed? 8 months old. it seems like i’ve known you forever.

i just don’t get deal or no deal and now i can’t watch it without thinking of the saturday night live skit impersonating the real game show. the guy who also does the “dios mio” mexican talk show host did an excellent howie mandel impersonation. Deal? OR NO DEAL? bah- i’d rather be on jeopardy.

It is 8:23 am as i sit at my computer listening to Johnny Cash with Ethan bouncing and squirming on my lap. Mike is playing City of Villians before drudging off to work. It is dark down here because he hung quilts and blue flannel sheets on the windows. He makes nests for playing video games. There are seven empty Diet Dr. Pepper cans surrounding his monitor and clothes strewn about. Two of the babies are asleep upstairs after they passed out watching Baby Einstein.

(blogger decided not to post this till this afternoon. why? dunno.)

This from Raising WEG

Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three events, three births, and three deaths, including the year.

Events – Apparently, my birthday is a big day for big hitters. Sometimes, my birthday also falls on Yom Kippur and/or Citizenship Day.

1967 – Jim Morrison and The Doors defy CBS censors on The Ed Sullivan Show. Morrison sang the lyrics, “Girl, we couldn’t get much higher” from the song, Light My Fire when asked not to.

1984 – Baseball: Reggie Jackson becomes the 13th member of the 500 home run club with a home run.

2004 – Barry Bonds becomes only the third Major League Baseball player to hit 700 or more home runs.

Fellow Bithdays
1923 – Hank Williams (d. 1953)
1935 – Ken Kesey (d. 2001)
1948 – John Ritter (d. 2003)

Deaths
1997 – Red Skelton
1996 – Spiro Agnew
1322 – Robert III of Flanders

cuz she’s cool like that.

one more easter picture before we close the book on the holiday.

random – damn typos fixed.

i was reading an article in O- the oprah magazine- while gettin my hair did. it was one of those “can this marriage be saved” articles and one point the wife made was “we are too different. i like the grateful dead and he likes the ramones”. hmmm, i have both of those artists on my ipod. does that make me odd?

i have been trying really hard to exercise and control my impulses to devour copious amounts of chocolate and various forms of potatoes. today, my cousin brought me an entire cheese, cherry and apple strudel from the bread company (panera) and later, a nice church lady brought us a dinner of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and one of those incredibly delicious pepperidge farms chocolate cakes. gah! everyone, stop bringing incredibly fattening foods to my house! i ate a piece of the chocolate cake and threw it in the trash. then i threw two dirty diapers on top of the trash cake because i would have been tempted to scoop it out of the trash because it was on the top and not touching the garbage. self control? i have none.

to work on the post babies body and soothe the savages, i’ve been going on very hilly walks with the boys in the babymobile. i haul my ass up and down the monster subdivision hills, enjoy the spring greenery and observe the natives. today, i saw the super nice gay men that live by the park in a version of my house that they added on to and my god they have nice landscaping; the old pakistani woman who pushes her grandson in his stroller and asks “how many boys you have?”; a mexican flag on a white picket fence and this creepy looking kid with a pinchy face. today the suburbs seemed downright diversified and cultural! sometimes i don’t mind living here.

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