In the Meantime...

Here's a Christmas card my dad made and
sent to family when he was in the Army.
Apparently, I inherited the 'smartass gene' from him.

Trust Proof

The note that came with this picture said:

"And-- By God-- I WILL hurt you if you don't
stop the self-deprecation of your physical appearance."

It's just that, after a huge Mexican dinner
and nearly an entire package of Almondettes,
my belly truly DID look big to me.

Distorted body image is insidious.
When I can't trust my own perceptions,
Proof always helps make things clearer.
Thanks for the visual evidence to set me straight.
And for the warning.

Oh, Christmas Steve...Oh, Christmas Steve...

I excitedly wrapped up some vintage Christmas ornaments from my own collection to give to Lorelei--she was out doing her holiday shopping, which included picking up a tree, and I wanted her to have something to decorate it with at our scheduled Logan Square rendevous later in the evening.

On the way downtown for our little tree-decorating hangout night, I get a call. "I didn't get a tree. But I got lights. You can help me decorate Steve." Steve is Lorelei's wicker dress mannequin. Complete with boobs and hips and all that is good and right for a mannequin to possess. Even one named Steve.

So here we are. Me n' Steve. He looks much cooler at 4 a.m. in the dark (what guy doesn't--especially one with blue glass nipple rings?), but Lorelei reserved the surreal night-shot pics of Steve for her own blog, Damebramage. Perhaps she will actually get them posted before the new year, but I can't guarantee that. She's got much better things to do with her life than I do (which means, Missy, if yer not gonna get a chance to do it, I will happily do it here.)

Anyhoo...'twas a very fun Saturday night. Just ask the guys in the meat department at Dominicks.

Mole! Mole!! Mole!!!

Too much mole makes a girl sleepy.
Or maybe it's the tinsel octopus on my head.
Y'know...sucking out the brain cells.

Santa Baby

I can't believe we did this to our kid.

It's just wrong on so many levels.

But I laugh my ass off every time I see it.

Miss You

Happiness Is

A puppy always makes the pain more bearable.

Cut Down

I lost a 12-year-long friendship today.
Goodbye Eric.
You've made your choices.
I hope they work out for you.

Chicken Pizza

The Great Pyramid at Chichen Itza
December, 1986

Cheesecake

Cancun, Mexico
December, 1986
The only time I ever went away for Christmas.
These girls were selling cheesecake on the beach.

Pageant

Last night was the Lincoln School Christmas Pageant.

My kid singing on the Jumbotron.

Take a bow, y'all.

And put that tongue back in yer mouth, Stevie B.

Redwall

Red, Jr.

Red

Oh Dear

If it's not one thing, it's another.

Matchless

Another great word.

"Matchless Wonders"

Elfish Pretzely

Hey Joe

Joe Smoller, THE Babies' Friend.

Keeping Tabs

He's watching...

Snow Day!!

This is the first time in my child's 5 1/2-year school career that he has a snow day. Looks like some sledding might be on the agenda for later on. Or at least a rousing snowball battle (yeah, with my good pitching shoulders!)

Perhaps I'll just be 'war correspondent photog' and leave the battling to others more combat-fit. Not sure who fits that bill in this household, but we'll figure something out.

Anybody wanna come over and play?

911

Thanks for the transport, WFD.

Size Matters

Rx-mas

Just spent 6 hours in the ER.

Told ya I was sick.

Glasses

They're really kinda ugly, but it's all my insurance would cover.

Brandon

Bedridden

Interesting word, 'bedridden'.

[Middle English bedreden, from Old English bedrida : bed, bed; see bed + rida, rider (from rdan, to ride. See ride).]

Hmm...nothing like THAT going on 'round here lately.
But alas, I digress...

In the past few days I have been quite thankful for all the crap lying around my room as it has given me something to look at while languishing in my fevered stupor.

FYI, I am actually feeling much better today.

The Annunciation

Prednisone Is Evil

Anybody know what'll to me happen if I just stop taking it?
Would I feel any sicker than I do already?
Cuz being on this shite is fucking awful.
God, I hate drugs.

Happy Thanksgiving

Give thanks for all that's good in your life.
And even for the stuff you don't think is so 'good'--
it's still often necessary for your evolution.

Enjoy the vittles.
No matter how good or bad (or naked) the cook is.

And remember this...an after-dinner nap is de rigueur.
Blame it on the tryptophan.

Be well, my friends.
Eat food. Food is good.
My love to you all.

Birthday Boy

Today, mah pappy turns 68. Happy Birthday Franciszek.

Stigmata

Camp Wannalobotomy

Voodoo Galaxy

Rash