super-duper!

Obama wins Iowa!!!!!!!!

57% of his turnout was UNDER 30! 

Joe and I watched the returns on Sam Seder’s “Sammy Cam” (sp?).  We are so excited to live in an age when we can watch two guys sitting in a room chatting and messing with their webcams instead of corporate media.  Hooray for 2008. 

And haha for Huckabee.  Yeah, right!!!

bring on the new!

I guess sitting at home during a snowstorm is a fine enough way to end 2007.  2007 has been that sort of year? I don’t know,  I am not really into rating years.  The thing I always liked about New Years Eve was related to party potential (and very seldom party payoff, most of the parties I have been to on New Years have been just unbearable).

As a child I daydreamed of growing up to have incredible New Year’s parties.  This was all based on something that involved cocktail weenies and cocktail weenies and metallic strappy sandals (this was the late 70s) and a lot of champagne.  A super fantastic rocking adult party with tons of drunken kisses and singing when the clock struck 12.

I have no desire to throw such a party tonight.  I still want to have some big crazy party sometime, just not in this tiny apartment with a small child, etc.  I am going to do it, though.  You just wait!  It will be the craziest grown-up NewYear’s party ever.  Crazy music! Confetti! Noisemakers! Super awesome drinks!  Just not this year.

This year the hubby and I will no doubt will drink cheap champagne and be grateful for the fact that 2007 was kinder to us than 2006, which was far less stressful than 2005… you get the picture.

-hmmm, I just made and deleted a list about 2007.  2007 was a good year, a hard to list year.  Good things happened, life was calm, people were nice, all is well.

RESOLUTIONS (or something like them)

-I will indeed run a 5k (and run it all).  I was supposed to last year but.. you know… stuff

-I will attempt to write (and post!) a short story a week.  Sound crazy?  Maybe.  It will be fun.  I will post the blog link here a the end of the week.  The thing about this?  They can suck.  Okay?  Don’t judge me: I didn’t say I would write a good or even read-able story a week.  Just a story a week.

-I will get all new clothes and actually discard some of the old crap.  I am struggling lately with the newest ‘tits on toast’ shirt styles.  People know what I mean, right? So many shirts now are so, uhm, BOOBIE.  I mean, I am not insecure in the rack region but I am moderately modest came of age in an era when it was enjoyable to kick a guy in the nuts for staring one’s chest for too long (right grrls?)… I have a hard time trying to do something like buy milk, check-out a hotel guest, pay for gasoline… whatever, any of these things with some man old enough to be my grandfather or almost young enough to be my son (or actually any age, to be honest) staring me in the chest.  Its just not me.  That being said, all the shirts I like are boobie like that and I don’t know what else to do except move to the middle of the wilderness and wear them all by my lonesome self.  Sorry.  This is not a resolution, is it?

-Maybe we should look into finally finding a place that we want to stay in since we have been here, in this apartment that we have no love for, so damn long.

That is all I’ve got.  Nothing too crazy.  I would like to resolve that my husband stop smoking but I don’t think one can make resolutions to be executed by another, right?  So read this Joe and just do it!

Happy 2008!

so

The holiday did end up being a bit more of a holiday in the end.  I guess it was all just a day late.  My family all came together for a ‘thing’ at my house last night.  My sister put together a meal, I decked out the table in desserts, we all traded gifts, the tiny Christmas tree remained up- it worked out.  At the end of the evening my son (who had been an absolute bear that morning, see below) turned to the room of people and announced “It’s a family”.  Aw.  He is full of those, a regular Tiny Tim.

Yesterday was also doctor’s appointment day.  The doc must have been soooo happy that Joseph was his first appointment after the holiday.   I brought my sister along for (much needed) moral support (and physical defense) since my husband was at work.  The first part of the appointment went well.  He is healthy and has hit all his little three year old benchmarks (and exceeded the “smart-’butt’”milestones by a bit).  The doctor and I had to begin our discussion of immunizations.  It was all downhill from there.  The kid gave us no credit.  The doctor and I were actually knocking shots off of the agenda.  He ended up getting two (down from four) and I don’t think I have ever seen anything like the hell he rained down on that examination room.

Pook got pretty slashed up.   We bought the kid a cake.  It was a small cake, but a cake (and a concession on my part) none the less.

In other news: we are trying desperately to change our 60 year old toilet seat.  Metal rusted/mess…. ack.  Uhm…. we are taking ourselves on a little vacation this weekend- just the three of us for a weekend of hotel, hotel pools, pizza in the room… I don’t know- relax.  First I have to stay up for two days straight(ish).

Also- (and please don’t judge) my husband and I have found ourselves randomly somewhat obsessed with the song “No Myth”.  We both remembered it individually and had to hear it.  Now we always have to hear it for some reason.  That some always reminds me of one summer in particular- the summer it was always on the radio.  I remember reading “The Heart is a Lonely Hunter” and running around in the woods/skinny dipping/playing with Ouija boards at night- such classic 15 year old fare.  It just wouldn’t be as much fun to do that stuff at 32.  We have also been listening to “The Milkman of Human Kindness”(Billy Bragg), a song I also enjoyed back in that day.  I don’t know why that era in particular has found its way to our mp3 player lately.

Today the tot and I are going to hang with the grandparents in their hotel room.  I am bringing a book of short stories and taking full advantage of the fact that someone else will be the entertainment.  I entertain a lot!

I won’t be blogging until I get around to my sort-of-mandatory New Year’s entry.  I have to think of those resolutions…

…and also maybe a look back?

jck3 is 3!

I am due for two tribute posts.  My hubby’s kind words are overdue and will have to wait another day or so.  He has not yet told or even hinted that my icky illness has wrecked his week and any fun anniversary plans we may have had.  I guess that in itself is testimony to what a stand-up guy JCK2 really is.

It is JCK3’s day.  I can’t believe he is already three!  I mean, I sort of can, because a lot has happened since they finally ended up snipping him out of my abdomen.  He has gone from a tiny, staring little thing to an intense and plotting little package of fun.  I could go on forever and I never know where the line is when it comes to bragging about one’s kids.  I would brag and brag and brag if I was sure it wouldn’t offend anyone but since I know people tire easily of such things I will give you a list of five ‘fun facts’ about the boy of the hour: the one and only JCK3 (don’t let his 3ness fool you, he is indeed a ‘one and only’).

1-He is an intense lover of fruit.  Given the choice of a pear vs. any other sort of food he will ALWAYS choose the pear.  I can’t think of a fruit that he will not eat.  There are many sorts of cookies he will not eat.  He is not always a fan of pasta or pizza.  I have seen him turn away many pieces of cake.  The kid will always eat fruit.  Good for him.

2- It is a good thing he does not have much to work with when it comes to cursing.  The child is a born cusser.  Currently he has only ‘cwap’(crap) and “ma’am”(man) to work with as far as expletives but he uses them astonishingly well.  Example: he was watching JCK2 play a video game.  He encountered a particularly menacing bad-guy.  JCK3 whispered a very serious “cwaaaap”.  When he gets mad he storms off mumbling “I don’t ablieve it… oooh ma’am, cwap, cwap, cwap.”.   We have been trying to work on this “cwap thing”.

3-Probably common knowledge but his first word was “gourd”.  It was his first and only word for about 6 months.  “Gourd” is a pretty cool word for a first word.

4- He is a bit of a teeny-tiny academic.  He spends a large portion of his days viewing  pages and pages of  encyclopedias of sorts with his grandfather’s old camera phone.  He can already count as high as anyone probably will ever need to, he can read more than we know and likes to spook people with random reading of words in public and has had all of the solar system as well as an impressive amount of geography under his belt for some time.  This is the part that makes me uneasy when it comes to other people.  This sort of just happened.  He has his own ideas about what is worth knowing and what is not.  He has his own agenda.  We haven’t been preening him for anything, I swear.

5- His favorite song so far is Ben E. King’s “Stand by Me”.  Runners up include Otis Redding’s “Dock of the Bay”, The Beatles “Hey Jude”, Wire’s “the 15th”(that is sort of a family anthem, actually, don’t judge us), Bjork’s “Human Behaviour”, The White Stripes “Seven Nation Army” (he digs riffs) and any excruciating depressing Moby song.  We learned this when we had an extremely random selection on the mp3 player for a while.   He won’t do kids songs.  Mostly because he seems to go for over the top emotional stuff- he likes Yann Tierson (sp? sorry) Amelie soundtrack sort of thing, etc.  or stuff like Led Zeppelin.  Dan Zanes isn’t offering much in the way of “Whole Lotta Love” now, is he?  Gosh, I am sure we are terrible parents somehow….

So there we go.  A post about some stuff that is our birthday boy.  He has already enjoyed himself some “Strawberry CakePie” as he called it and some ice cream.  He got a pretty good stash of stuff this year.  He seems to get the whole birthday gig this time around.  So much so that he has suggested doing the ‘Happy Birthday’ thing on more than one occasion since the big celebration on Saturday night.

If he were to have resolutions for his third year I would suggest the following-

-wear a hat without a tantrum!

-USE THE POTTY

-stop chewing your clothes

did i mention euphoria?

Today has been a really lovely day. It was cold but the sun was shiny. I am tired and not really able to do much typing but I must get an entry out. I think I like an-entry-a-day. It seems more honest somehow.

I was commended at work and that makes me happy.

It was cold so we took Joseph for a ride in the car at dusk. I love driving around listening to music. I saw Joseph looking at all the lights (it got dark) and the moon and remembered how much I loved riding in the dark as a child. Oddly enough we were listening to Camera Obscura’s cover of “Super Trouper” in the car. The ride reminded me of being four or so and riding around in New Brunswick listening to Abba (and yes, “Super Trouper”). Damn! Full circle?

Now we are at home and full of (snap decision, rare for us) pizza and listening to “we are going to be friends” and getting ready for our rum and cokes and bad television.

I noticed that the lack of sleep has robbed me of my precision when it comes to the harmonica. What a mess my playing was today. I am usually sort of a harmonica whiz.

Must go.