"if I had a nickel for every damn dime..."

Sunday, August 28, 2005

You can't handle the truth

"Daddy, we had a deal" is what my four-year-old says to me today. Allow me to explain. She regularly demonstrates un uncanny ability to precisely state a clear and appropriate response to any given circumstance. The problem is she often times has no idea what she's saying. But it's timed so perfectly. And delivered with such assurance. I actually have to consider weather I forgot about striking a deal with her. As it turns out, I probe further using my obviously superior adult reasoning, and once again, she's categorically off base. I think. Unless I'm categorically off base. Good thing I'm a lot bigger. And I have a job. And can pretend like I'm really busy with something and can't discuss the deal at that particular moment. Gives me time to provide a rebuttal at a future time.

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Dropping sail at the dock

Mom's ashes were scattered at sea today.

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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Smoochie pup, the toy puppy that really kisses you

I drink Ceylon organic white tea. Sounds sophisticated. And isn't. After all, I'm drinking it. Juniper Lee, now she's sophisticated. In a simple, youthful, innocent and bad-ass sorta way. She's a protector. And has that really cool red streak in her hair. And of course, I digress.

Considering I'm seriously lacking posts as of late, I'm attempting to cover the bases... Jesus, that's too much. I can't imagine covering all the bases, whatever that means. Sitting on the couch, the laptop sitting, now this is unusual, in my lap. Ever eaten Harry and David's Moose Munch? It's fucking fantastic. A glance to the left at the girls:



Of course a deserved mention here. Not a day passes without their inclusion, one way or another. They're brilliant, they're beautiful. I would say that even if they weren't mine. We've had a busy summer:





The Zoo. The Aquarium. The beach. The pool. Wish I didn't screw up the camping reservations. If one hopes to reserve a campground on the beach in Southern California, the reservations need to made 7 months in advance. The machine was not operating at a capacity to accomplish reservations 7 months in advance. Could someone remind me in November to make camping reservations for next May? Thanks in advance.



I'm in love. (Have I said that too much?)


Sorry if that's the case.

I love Seattle. I really do think we're gonna move. My goal, and this is a secret, so don't tell anyone, is to move to Seattle next summer. And I may have a job. But I'm not gonna jinx it right now. More pictures, I'm running out of things to say:




I can find similar sights and sounds in California. I can also find 900 square foot condominiums for 325 thousand dollars. And smog. And traffic. They, (whoever they are) have tried to tell me there's traffic in Seattle. Um, no. Not even fucking close.

I have no idea what bases were covered here. I needed an excuse to share some pics. My vacation is over. I'm a little lonely. I really miss my Mom. And that's about all I have to say.

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Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Where are we going, where are we going? Home again, home.


I went on vacation once to San Francisco. As I drove out of the city, I felt sad. Sad because I was leaving a fun, insane, drug-induced vacation. Good times no doubt. Today I am seated in Seattle's Seatac International Airport. I've had an incredible vacation. Without drugs. Or booze. Including wonder. And I do feel sad. Not because a vacation is coming to an end. Sad because I feel like I'm leaving home. I think I'm coming back. To live. In the rain. And the wonder.

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Sunday, August 07, 2005

Does this make me look fat?


Max n' Me Posted by Picasa

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Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Con·va·les·cence - Gradual return to health and strength after illness.


From the bottom to the top:
- pictures my youngest drew for her Daddy.
- note to self: Call Eleno about his water glasses.
- copy of Newsweek featuring the drug that took
her Daddy away before she learned how to walk.
- the Docket Report summarizing his court appearances.
- the final form. Daddy's felonies were dismissed today.

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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Enter Ahab; to Him, Stubb

I'm sleeping more. Working less. Accomplishing less really. Fathering, boyfriending; afterall, I am in love. I've gained a little weight back. I fucking hate my job. Not because it's too hard, but because the machine that is payroll operates like a manual organ grinder, hand-cranked, unrelyable, not to be trusted. And I'm reading Moby Dick. Moby Fucking Dick.

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