Monthly Archives: January 2006

Got me some booty

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So Owen and I went to the store today to buy some Owenfood, which is any kind of food that Owen will actually put in his mouth and then chew and then swallow and then leave in his stomach for at least 10 minutes. This is very hard to find. If it’s not made of wheat and in cracker form, he’s pretty much going to spit it out. Sometimes, if the menu item is particularly offensive [peas, say], he’ll chew it, spit it into his palm, and deftly slip it down between his armpit and the edge of the tray, to be defiantly plopped onto the carpet.

You should see our carpet.

Anyway. Our surprise mid-week grocery trip yielded “meat sticks”, organic baby crackers, peaches [again], pita [I mean, Pocket Bread!] and hummus [Flavor Sauce!]. Oh, and some major booty. That is, 100% vegetarian Fruity Booty. Turns out Owen is all about the Booty, just like his dad. Booty booty booty. Am considering making up a new sign for him, so he doesn’t have to just sign more, he can sign MORE BOOTY.

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Talked to Carrie this evening, one of my best friends from college. We’ve always had the kind of friendship where the actual words dont’ matter as much as the speaking. I mean, we were on the phone for two entire hours, and I don’t think we covered anything more relevant than her cat’s balls or that TV show The Biggest Loser. But I love that about her. We can live hundreds of miles away and not talk for months and then just pick up -bam- where we left off. That and the fact that she doesn’t mind my horrible phone manners, either. Like today, crunching munching loud salty snacks as she described the gory details of her cats’ manhood-removal.

That’s true friendship, dudes.

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and … that wraps it up, boys and girls! Grocery store and phone call! We’re thrill a minute here at Supafine! Tick-tock we don’t stop! Check back tomorrow as I balance my checkbook [har-dee-fucking HAR] and, uh, load the dishwasher! Watch for blow-by-blow accounts! The suspense will rivet you to your seat! Literally!

DON’T MISS IT. I recommend it for those of you suffering insomnia.

“It’s in my nose and it won’t get out of the house”

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Oh, wah wah wah.

So what? So I burned the sweet potatoes, filling the house with a puke-tastic noxious stink. So I mistakenly put a disposable diaper through the wash, cementing absorbent gel everywhere. SO WHAT?

That’s my superpower, being an utter idiot.

Better than Iain’s superpower, which is being able to repeat something FOR FIVE HOURS AT A TIME.

God.

“We gonna need more wax”

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Another bulleted list! Isn’t that cool.

☠ Grand Slam: Dude. Heard a commercial for Denny’s today, and I was like, when was the last time I ate at Denny’s? Seriously. Four years ago, something like that? And hey, any of you Ohio posse remember the Denny’s on Buck Road? I swear I lived there for at least two years. We had a little song we sang to the waitress. We used to ask for “mucho croutonnage.” Five of us would go at at a time and order five waters and a plate of fries. We were horrible.

I’m all nostalgic for Denny’s now.

☠ His simian ways: So Owen’s latest trick is hooting like a monkey. All the time. “HOO HOO HOO AH AH AH AH!” and his eyes get all big and he makes the monkey face. Oh how I love it. That’s what I woke up to, the other day, is monkey calls.

Kid really takes after his father.

☠ Ready? Blogher registration is live! Sweet, dude.

☠ Let ‘em wed! Was so glad to see Maryland’s law effectively banning gay marriage was ruled unconstitutional [for the time being, anyway]. It’s so mindboggling to me that anyone could find fault with gay marriage. I think a lot of us straights take for granted the rights and privileges that go with marriage. And there is no reason but for personal prejudice why we should deliberately and stubbornly withhold those rights from people looking to commit to each other.

☠ You know how I know you’re gay? So 40-year-old Virgin was very funny. I had forgotten just how much I love Paul Rudd and especially Seth Rogen.

Okey-doke. My eyes are closing of their own accord. I’m veddy veddy tired. Must go nigh-nigh *making sleepy sign*

p.s. Remind me to tell you about Owen’s newfound love for the knit cap Dani’s mom made him. He wears it all the time. Gets pissed if I take it off. It’s ha-larious.

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Wednesday TV blogging: The hell??

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1. The O.C. as a TV show that “redefined a generation”. Oh. My. LORD.

2. American Idol: The worse it is the more I love it. Will quit watching when they weed out all the baddies.

3. LOST: Just not feelin’ it this season. Can’t get into it. Lost [!] the momentum. Very sad.

4. C’mon — why is Beauty and the Geek gotta be pretty women and geeky boys? Make a show where the brilliant but not typically attractive girl is matched up with the stupid but attractive guy. Why is that never a show? I would totally watch that.

Sigh. Big fat sigh.

OK two more things

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1. When I read Brit Chick Lit I start saying things like “nappies” and “Mummy”.

2. Owen is doing this thing now? Where he puts his own bib on. Lifts it up to his chin and then kind of ducks his head down to keep it in place. It just … kills me.