Monthly Archives: September 2002
I realize that I did not try hard enough in the previous entry. I had all sorts of opportunities to finagle some witty tangents out of “blow” and “goo” and “Krust” and I just didn’t make the effort. If I … Continue reading
Perhaps one good thing has come out of Jackson’s week-long snotfest: I finally taught him to “blow.” Sometimes, if I have a handkerchief, he even lets me wipe the goo off his face. If I’m driving, though, he’s on his … Continue reading
Fifteen months old today.
click And I’d like to say, thank God for Kegel exercises.
Another List
. . . because paragraphs are for pussies. 1. My deodorant has “100% vegetarian ingredients.” 2. License plates I have known recently: (a) IAN VAGN = normally I can coax some meaning out of even the most truncated platespeak, but … Continue reading
Fun things to do while both you and your one-year-old are sick. 1. Pin him down while he flails around and try to wipe the snot from his nose with your shirt. 2. Lie on your back on the floor … Continue reading
pfffft
Ah, the first day of Fall. Nothing like celebrating the new season with deathless poetry. Leaf Whiz by B. Henderson the color of the leaves is like fluorescent cheese. the kind that squirts out of a can. pfffft.
On a campus that didn’t much care for poetry, my college had two poetry prizes. I won one sophomore year, and the other one senior year, which pretty much made me Big Poet On Campus. Every spring, five seniors from … Continue reading
Speaking of movies that I once hated but now really like because Jack made me watch them over and over again . . . I don’t know if it’s one of those codependent relationship things where my tastes and beliefs … Continue reading
