Saturday, October 11, 2008

I got myself a Gerbil. We be kickin' it as friends.

That's what AK thinks Shaggy is singing in his song "Keep'n It Real". It's on the Springtime mix CD I made her this year. How pathetic-old-80's-romantic is it that I still make mix CDs? If I want to do it next Spring we'll have to get her an MP3 player (Max and I already have ours). I don't think stores will still be selling CDs next year. In fact, now that I have an iPod, that technology has surely jumped the shark and will soon be obsolete.

Surely I'm at least a runner up for Worst Blogger of The Year. It's been over two months. Facebook makes petty narcissism SO much easier than blogging.

The following mysteries have been haunting me of late . . .

*Banks. I keep reading/hearing that we are in a banking crisis. Huge banks are going under every day it seems. And yet, here in State College, every new building being built/opening is a BANK. Actually they are called "Retail Banking Centers" now, since the traditional savings and loan business model doesn't work anymore. No one saves money in savings accounts, so creatively backed securities underwrite what gets loaned out. They make their money now in fees, like credit cards and video stores (remember those?). Oh, and in selling people money they can't afford. How hard is that? "You deserve a trip to Disneyworld, Mr. Smith. Take your whole family, please. Lets sell you an RV while you're here". I see why maybe they PLANNED to build these buildings and open these credit whores . . . ahem. . . retail banking centers over the past few years. But in light of what's going on, don't you think they'd change "Coming Soon: Cheap Charlies Pleasing Fees!" to "For Lease. Will Build to Suit"

*Baby Fork. As our kids have grown, the trappings of each age grouping have slowly migrated out of our house. Diapers slowly went extinct. I took years, but I think we're finally free of the Great Toddler Era Sippy Cup Invasion. But for some reason we still have this one tiny little learning-to-eat fork with ABCs and 123s on it. It's barely big enough for a grown up to eat hors d'ouvres with. This is not entirely remarkable. What's strange are the following facts: every time I do the dishes it's dirty (well, I don't see food residue, that might clear up the mystery . . . ) and I have never seen anyone in my family using the fork for eating. Or stirring. Or poodle prodding. Or anything. WHO USES THIS TINY USELESS FORK and for what? I caught AK with it at the table the other night. She claimed she actually at her Minnesota Hot Dish casserole with it, but by this time her plate was empty. NO PROOF. I'm very suspect.

*Why. Oh. Why . . . did we not name our twins "Opa" and "Uffda"? This would not only reflect their non-to-nearly-non existent Greek and Scandinavian heritage . . . it would ensure that they would somehow become famous as sitcom actors or olympic athletes or flash-in-the-pan pop group singers.

Yup. Aswhati'mchattinbout.

 

 

2 Comments:

Blogger Sarah said...

good to have you back. You should update your side bar pictures...the kids are way too young in them!

7:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

He Lives! Missed you.

1:02 AM  

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Pupp Daddy Dog spends his days working as an entrepeneur and as a Dad. He is passionately in love with/obsessively neurotic about his family. Imagine Kicking Bird mixed with Albert Brooks. Oh, and throw in some Notorious B.I.G.

 

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Max is smart and handsome, with a big heart. He is not only growing like a weed, but he has the attention span and concentration abilities of a weed. Despite my best efforts, AK keeps feeding him and he keeps growing. Our plan is to keep him so busy with school, sports & the arts that he won't notice he's a teenager and is supposed to hate us. T minus 2.5 years to teen launch, so far so good.

 

 

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