Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Thanks, Katie, for turning me on to this little slice. I have to say that my favorite parts of this clip are actually not the flying shoes, or the cat-like reflexes of our lame duck C.I.C. (undoubtedly a former 5th grad dodgeball champion), but rather the "coming-in-from-the-top-handshake" he throws down in the very beginning...I bet he did the whole "pull-back-the-fingers-and-follow-with-a-knuckle-pound" thing, out of sight and behind the podium.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
...since my last post. I know it's a long time, and I have heard a few comments from both of my readers, so I must apologize. Truth be told, I have plenty to write about; the kind of posts that start out in the vivid reality of life and make their way to a blog, then a short story, possibly a book with obligatory movie deal. Or so I would have myself believe. Whatever is going on in this head of mine, and on this rollercoaster that I call a life, however, it's just not ready for prime time yet.
And so I will continue to post pictures of the two most precious, special, beautiful, loving, charismatic, sweet, funny, entertaining, snuggly, tender, sensitive and perfect human beings on the planet: Sean Patrick and Ireland.
This is them enjoying their pancakes with m-n-m's at the grand opening of the West Street Urban market last Saturday morning. I didn't have any pancakes, so although I can't attest to the culinary prowess of the *insert charity here* pancake breakfast crew, I can say that just watching them eat and smile fills me up completely. They are my sustenance.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Thanksgiving was it's usual whirlwind of activity this year, (save for the few exceptions to the family dynamic that are currently in flux in my life). Despite any struggles or awkardnesses, however, I managed to thoroughly enjoy the hell out of my relatives and my kids over the holiday. We had dinner at my dad's house where he and his wife, Beccy went Big for the event. And when I say Big, I mean it, as they rented a large tent with heater for the back patio, and accommodated what appeared to be a couple dozen of my favorite people. My sister Mo Mo and her boyfriend Matt were in from New Zealand to participate, as were my Vegas resident sister Erin and her husband Michael and children Jeffrey, Molly and Elle. My uncle Mike and his wife Jenny also made the trip up from our Sin City sister to the south, and they joined my Grandma, my brother Paddy and his wife Sarah, uncle Jeff and aunt Terri and their 3 kids Ian, Melissa and Maddie, uncle Mark'O and his wife Richelle, and their two wonderful girls Chelsea and Jillian. Babymama and I hooked up and brought the kids over early to cause havoc with their cousin's (a great spectator sport, to say the least), and enjoy the company of real, nice people...WHICH INCLUDED MY BEAUTIFUL MOTHER, ELLEN, AND HER VERY ASTUTE AND HANDSOME BOYFRIEND/LOVER/CAR AFFICIANADO/FAVEY DR. FEELGOOD, PAUL.
The dinner was awesome with a combination of bbq turkey, traditional turkey, stuffings, potatoes, salads, sauces and desserts that would make Oprah blush. (Oprah now, not 2 years ago). It was a beautiful spread, and a relatively drama-free evening wherein everybody did what they were supposed to do: just relax and enjoy each other. I love that my kids get to be immersed in that family dynamic and get the time to adapt to and relax in the surroundings of some of my family members who normally don't get to see them all warmed up and fun.
And I had a nice, long dance with Ireland that will make me smile for years to come...for that I am completely thankful.