don’t feel like posting so i’m posting to say i don’t feel like posting.

Ethan McEtherson

My Grandpa as a young soldier in Italy.

365 days later, we’re still good. through all of the craziness of the past year, in the end, we still act like goofballs and have fun most of the time. three babies in our first year of marriage was a lot to handle and i’m sure it will continue to have challenges but my god, what a year. hopefully, the future will entail less time in hospitals and more time enjoying our family. one year is the paper anniversary so we bought each other scratch off lottery tickets (no one won) and wrote each other love notes. you can now gag and roll your eyes but we were happy in our cheesiness.

we also went out to dinner and reveled in overindulgence. tenderloin, lasagna, bananas foster, tiramisu and overpriced wine! we even dressed up, it was fancy.

one year down, many more to go.

Blackbird wants a list of 5 activities, 5 foods, and 5 drinks that signal the beginning of summer -

The activities
1. Swimming. Outdoor swimming at a neighborhood pool. Night swimming. Swimming.
2. BBQ’ing
3. Floating. Piney. Canoes. Eating fried chicken on a rock sand beach. Empty beer bottles in the mesh bags, sore ass from sitting on the metal bench, pruney feet.
4. Going to Cardinals games. I haven’t gone to the new stadium yet but soon.
5. Sweating in the humid hell that is summer in Missouri.

The Foods
1. Watermelon
2. Ice Cream/Frozen Custard. Since I’m a county girl, I think of Fitz’s not Ted Drewes.
3. Ballpark Hot Dogs. Only time I eat hot dogs is at the Cardinals Games.
4. Popsicles? They are a food and a drink. (HOLY COW I googled popsicles and um there are some people out there that do disturbing things with frozen treats.)
5. Homegrown tomatoes. Yum.

The drinks
1. Boulevard Pale Ale
2. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale
3. Blue Moon Belgian White Ale
4. Heifweizen
5. Ice Tea

i got into a funk yesterday after looking up four bedroom houses for sale in our area. gah. we have spent four years fixing this (three bedroom) house and i no longer feel disgust when i look at our kitchen, the bathroom vanities aren’t thirty years old with someone else’s foot powder in the cracks and the carpet doesn’t have an odd piss shaped stain. i’m comfortable in the areas where i most often am in this house. granted, there are areas, like my master bathroom, that make my skin crawl.

my bathroom shower actually fills me with disgust. it has been leaking for years and defies any attempt to fix it. mike has made that shower his project de jour at least twice- which means he goes to the hardware store to buy tools to replace the tools he bought last time but can’t find, starts installing the new whatever, “this will stop the leak this time!” part, finds he’s missing some essential “dammit the pipes are thirty years old and they are crap! this is bullshit! it all sucks!” piece, heads back to the hardware store, gets back and tracks shower water and mud across the carpet, puts the new piece in and declares the day has been so stressful that he must play video games for at least an hour to recuperate.

the shower, it still leaks. is leaks with a vengence. it leaks like the fist leak on the titanic before it sank. it leaks like a drunk forty year old divorcee whooping it up at hot shots after work.

i’ve run out of metaphors so i’ll just say i hate the shower. i want a four bedroom house with a basement and these mediocre houses up for sale in our range piss me off because we’d have to compromise and/or renovate which i’ve had enough of for at least a few years. painting? yes. major repairs? uh, no. i am going with the attitude that the right house is out there and it will show itself to us sometime soon. or not. i think i’ll just resist the urge to look for at least a few days.

there is a scene in the last emperor where the child emperor’s poop is examined by monks to determine his health and dietary needs. with three babies, i feel as if i am like the monk who needs to adjust apple juice intake, choose oatmeal versus rice cereal, push the prunes and karo syrup to loosen the stools. too much and there is likely to be a poopsplosion but not enough results in pasty little poo balls the consistancy of wasabi that escape the diaper and roll on the floor. administer the glycerin suppository, monk of poo, we’ve got rollers.

have you ever grabbed your new deodrant in a rush and forcefully grazed your armpits, expecting a smooth layer of silky deodrant, but instead practically removing a layer of skin because you forgot to remove the hard plastic protective shield? me either.

i just watched the csi season finale and ooohhh snap! gil and sarah getting all kinky with the komonos. i’m glad they got together but i hope they don’t make them a smoochy couple or anything stupid. gil is so much better than david “low talker” caruso and, while gary sinese is better, he still sucks in comparison to william s. petersen. oh csi, how i’ll miss you during those long, hot summer months. but the hiatus will be so much better with the return of….

deadwood cocksuckas! SWARGIN!