Sunday, December 31, 2006
NOTHING TO SAY BUT MAYBE SOMETHING TO MURMUR
Our local MSM outlet is mopping its brow with relief:
I think my favorite munchie of the album is this. But they're all kind of mesmerizing. Hmmm ... those Christmas cookies look quite delicious right now...
Ennui and exhaustion are idling some online opiners. Next year may see a decline -- or at least a leveling off --in the blogging boom.We admit, we at Spitbull haven't exactly been bucking this lazy trend lately. It's not only that we have little of value to post (not that ever stops us when we're in the right mood), but we've been spending far too much time toking this buzz.
I think my favorite munchie of the album is this. But they're all kind of mesmerizing. Hmmm ... those Christmas cookies look quite delicious right now...
Sunday, December 17, 2006
THE THINGS WE DO
Is the motivator love? Obligation? I don't know, but this afternoon I occupied a table at the kids' version of Vegas and attempted to corral our designated hostess into giving us plastic forks for the birthday cake (I do know the guests will eat it with their grubby hands, no hesitation, if you don't act quickly).
I've been there before for similar shindigs so I thought I knew the drill but things seemed even more chaotic than I remembered, the hostess more unavailable than I remembered. Finally, she explained. She was a trainee and having some difficulties with her duties. Oh joy. I became more vigilant about the schedule. I called her over again. Weren't the kids supposed to be getting tokens to play the games? Yes, she said, but her twin sister was the one assigned to us and not her. Really.
Of course the kids had a great time anyway. The Warrior Monk had a beer which kept him on an even keel. I? I had a post (the bar is low nowadays).
I've been there before for similar shindigs so I thought I knew the drill but things seemed even more chaotic than I remembered, the hostess more unavailable than I remembered. Finally, she explained. She was a trainee and having some difficulties with her duties. Oh joy. I became more vigilant about the schedule. I called her over again. Weren't the kids supposed to be getting tokens to play the games? Yes, she said, but her twin sister was the one assigned to us and not her. Really.
Of course the kids had a great time anyway. The Warrior Monk had a beer which kept him on an even keel. I? I had a post (the bar is low nowadays).
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A CHRISTMAS (SHOPPING) STORY
I have long reached that stage in life where beautiful young women look at me (if they look at all) solely as a source of babysitting revenue. But Sunday I got not one, but two looks!
She was gorgeous. Probably around 25 or so, blonde, maybe 5'7". Low ride jeans, tight, powder blue top. She was quite thin, but still really nicely curvy, even disproportionately so, in all my favorite places. And – I distinctly remember – she was wearing artsy-looking eyeglasses with green frames. (What is it about eyeglasses that’s so sexy?)
So here’s what happened. I was out Christmas shopping with my two older sons, ages 4 and 2 years old. We came across a store with a revolving door, my 4-year-old’s first encounter with such a fascinating device. Of course I had to let him try it. He went in first, followed by me, holding the 2-year-old in the next section. The gorgeous young woman then entered the next section of the door.
The 4-year-old gathered impressive, properly counter-clockwise momentum, pushing with all his little heart. Then, when he reached the interior of the store, he suddenly decided to go back out the way he came, pushing hard on the opposite wall.
"Stop!" I yelled, but it was just too late. I turned around to warn, but way too late. The door smacked the girl right in the face.
Look #1 was a sort of shock, just what you’d expect of a person unexpectedly thwacked in the face with a heavy glass pane. Look #2 was one I recognize too well – intense irritation.
She was gorgeous. Probably around 25 or so, blonde, maybe 5'7". Low ride jeans, tight, powder blue top. She was quite thin, but still really nicely curvy, even disproportionately so, in all my favorite places. And – I distinctly remember – she was wearing artsy-looking eyeglasses with green frames. (What is it about eyeglasses that’s so sexy?)
So here’s what happened. I was out Christmas shopping with my two older sons, ages 4 and 2 years old. We came across a store with a revolving door, my 4-year-old’s first encounter with such a fascinating device. Of course I had to let him try it. He went in first, followed by me, holding the 2-year-old in the next section. The gorgeous young woman then entered the next section of the door.
The 4-year-old gathered impressive, properly counter-clockwise momentum, pushing with all his little heart. Then, when he reached the interior of the store, he suddenly decided to go back out the way he came, pushing hard on the opposite wall.
"Stop!" I yelled, but it was just too late. I turned around to warn, but way too late. The door smacked the girl right in the face.
Look #1 was a sort of shock, just what you’d expect of a person unexpectedly thwacked in the face with a heavy glass pane. Look #2 was one I recognize too well – intense irritation.
Monday, December 04, 2006
CHEERS!
December 5, 2006 is the anniversary of the ratification of the 21st Amendment, a fitting occasion indeed for a toast to distant friends. I will observe it most reverently.
