dang, all we got was a foot.

I can totally see it, can you?


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I don't know if you know this already, but we have a weather columnist. He's kindof a smartass.

Stricken denizens of Central Texas this morning continue to dig out after the longest and bitterest cold front in more than eight months mercifully moved out of the area.
The front, dragged here by a muskoxen team from Iqalut, a tiny town in the Canadian Arctic province of Nunavut, brought with it frigid temperatures in the mid-20s in some godforsaken places and left a blanket of frozen snow at least zero inches deep in most of the Hill Country.
Commuters are being warned by the National Weather Service this morning to dress in their longest shorts and their thickest long sleeve tee shirts. They are being asked to use extreme caution on roads that were not plowed overnight.

heh.

Barbie, eat a sandwich

awesome.

Chip In for Sweet Songs

hey yall, I want to help get the word out about a project my friend Elizabeth is working on. She's part of an album in the works by nine moms/Austin singer-songwriters. The proceeds of this album are going to go to the Mother's Milkbank of Austin but they need help completing it. If you can help at all, it sure would make some babies happy.

oh hi--you still here? What have you been up to lately? I know we haven't been around in a few days. See, there was this little revelation late last week that there is only about six weeks left til the new year and that set off a wee bit of panic--many projects must be done before then--some at work, some at home,some involving ladders. I haven't even had time to take a "I'm busy, Here Look at the Baby!" Picture. Oh wait, I lied. Here, look at the baby. Have I told yall about the standing? Yes, standing cracks him up. Yep, yep, he's almost ready to walk. oh and yes, that utterly terrifies me. This is moving too fast for me: mama not ready for the baby who does not stay where she left him. it was bad enough when he started rolling over, and I was just barely getting over the crawling when this started. Yeah. And if you think I'm in flinchy, you should see the look of fear in Hudson's eyes when it starts to dawn on him that the kid just pulled up to his face and he's not in the jumperoo (eerie music). We all need a little bit more time there, junior mint.

I like this kid

“I've always tried to analyze things because I want to be lawyer,” Will said. “I really don't feel that there's currently liberty and justice for all.”

You go on with your bad self, Will.

This story from an interview with Jane Lynch (AKA Sue Sylvester from Glee) cracks me up, not because I enjoy digs at the blind, but because this is TOTALLY something that would happen to me. In fact, I'm sort of surprised it hasn't.
Jane Lynch: I was at a movie and a woman was whispering to a man the entire time what was going on—like “Oh, he’s walking through the door now, look, he’s doing this, he’s doing that.” And I got so mad that as they were rolling credits, I turned around and said, “Thank you for the ongoing commentary.” And the guy said, “I’m blind!” and I said, “Well, then, sit in the back.”

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il dente

It's the dawn of a new day. A day that may end in Cheerios, or possibly just more avocado.

If you haven't seen the Mad Men finale from last night, don't worry, I won't spoil anything for you, but I have to say this made my week:

Roger: "Peggy, can you get me some coffee?" Peggy: "No."

good Monday morning yall, today we're ignoring the fact that the weekend is over and that I spent much of yesterday with my foot propped up because I broke my toe.. AGAIN. How 'bout another Sam baby picture, shall we? This one I don't have much to make fun of.. it's cute, huh? The dog's name is Peter Jones. Apparently, he had a first and a last name. I haven't asked why that last name isn't Hovland. I'm sure there's a reason. As for Sam, I'm fairly certain he's eating a pancake in this picture, or something that looks suspiciously like a kitchen sponge. Whatever it is, Peter Jones would like a bite of that.

This is an excerpt from an email I got from a friend of mine who works on the base at Fort Hood.

We did not know if there was another shooter out there. I was hearing stuff from 1 shooters up to 5, running into the gate shooting gate guards, troops on the ground searching for snipers on the loose. Also on the news were shooting reports in a residential area on post which I can see from where I work. We were told to turn off the lights, lock the doors and turn off the ventilation and air since they did not know if it was a terrorist attack or not.

There were helicopters all over and also military vehicles, swat teams, police. I realized how much of a chicken I am. I could not leave to pick up my baby and nobody was allowed in.

She and her family are OK, but I can't imagine the terror they went through yesterday. My heart goes out to all of them. Peace on earth, guys. Let's work for it.

Sweet, Sweet Toys of the 70

Sam's mom is visiting this week and brought a whole bunch of baby pictures. Solid Gold.

Ahhh, beautiful fuzzy Dixie Cup, how I love thee.

At the core, my brain registers that there is absolutely no possible way that he is playing with a condom wrapped in a sock. On the surface, however, I have no other explanation for what this is.

Magic Gourds with Handheld NotaChopstick Wizard Wand from the OrganiX Collection by Milton Bradley


you'll hear no complaints from me. I played with mud. And I liked it.

Sam's mom is in town visiting this week and she brought baby pictures. I plan on making the most of this.


Girl, if there is any doubt in your mind as to what time it is, let me break it down for you: It is time for you to get Smooved.
Aw, baby, I know that I had said some things that made you mad, but I am extremely sorry. If you just come on home, I will make it up to you. I will take you to new stratospheres of love. I will sex you wild.
To make up for all the foolish things I said, tomorrow night, I will escort you to my crib, where I will prepare for you a romantic meal comprised of succulent lobster from the finest sea. We will both eat the lobster and enjoy a side dish of rice with it. There will also be a baked potato waiting for you, and some butter for you to place upon that potato. In addition, there will be sour cream, which you may also put on the potato if you so desire.
I will also serve juice.



~the onion, january 12, 2005, issue 41-02

seriously. When are people going to figure out that this is a phenomenally bad idea? I mean, does it ever cross anyone's mind before they leave the house--"Hey, I look like a big fat bigot"?? No??? In her defense, she's going more totally black, not just black face and she makes a passable Lil' Wayne and...nevermind. Still really stupid.

in the ongoing debate of who Hopper looks like, clearly, this round goes to me based on eyes alone. The hair, however, ALL DAD'S.

man. This is so,so awful: a fire devastated the Central Texas Humane Society on Saturday night. They think it started in the kitchen (no arson, thank god), but they've lost over 110 animals, mostly cats and small dogs that were being treated for illnesses in a room next to the kitchen area. You can keep up with what's going on here. They need help. Now's the time to give it.