life is a cabaret.

wingman has a beautiful voice. he sings a LOT. he makes up songs, hums, the works.

he does not want to join a choir or study voice. he does not want to sing in front of others.

shit, there goes my retirement plan.

anyhow, lately he has been repeating what people say in song.

for instance,

"wingman put on your shoes, it's time to go"

"put on your shoes, your shoes it's time to go...."

"wingman, leave. me. alone!"

"leave me alllllooooone! allllooooonnnee!!!"

this morning i was stirring cream into coffee while the duke was regaling me with his knowledge of vitamin k.

"so, if there wasn't vitamin k we'd all bleed to death"

"bleeding to death...it really hurts!"

indeed.

x.

youth is never wasted on the young.

last night awhile before bed wingman was having some toast at the dining room table.

i sat across from him reading a magazine and looked up in time to see him wipe his mouth on the tablecloth.

"did you just wipe your mouth with the tablecloth!?!"

"not my mouth. my chin"

"the tablecloth is not for wiping your mouth!"

"but i didn't have a napkin"

"there is a whole drawer FULL of napkins two steps away from you!"

"but i wanted to be mr. messy"

"well you can be mr. messy when you're grown and have your own house and your own tablecloths"

"but i won't do it then"

"why not"

"because i will think like an adult then and won't want to be messy"

get it while you can lad.

it is ever so fleeting and you're absolutely right.

x.

if two trains leave the same station.

tuesday march 18, 2008

leave the house at 11:30 a.m.

1. susan b. anthony play ~ 1/2 an hour in one direction. then on to...

2. piano ~ 1/2 an hour in the opposite direction, so 1 hour from the play. then on to...

3. baseball ~ 1/2 an hour in a slightly other direction, though only 20 minutes from piano.

get home at 7:30 p.m.

whew! good thing gas is at an all time low, i'm driving an ultra fuel efficient vehicle, and i love leaving the house all day long!

otherwise, that might look like one sucky schedule!

x.

snakes, my ass.

it's that time of year again. the annual post wherein i say disparaging but no less true things about st. patrick.

i'll spare you the vitriol as i'm sure you're familiar with my feelings by now and move on to the good stuff!

corned beef slow simmered for hours and then finished off in the oven enrobed in a delicious dijon mustard, brown sugar, and clove glaze.

cabbage, red potatoes, and carrots boiled in the broth left from the corned beef until tender.

homemade and baked in a cast iron dutch oven irish soda bread.

a horseradish sour cream sauce to serve along side.

and of course, guinness. black and tans to be specific.

you don't have to like st. patrick to enjoy the day. plus there's irish floating around in me somewhere. but, i suppose that doesn't really matter today now does it?

moving right along.

i know when i hear the phrase

"you ruin ALL the fun!"

i have either

a. just saved myself at least a couple hundred dollars in repairs or replacement.

or

b. just prevented the almost certain breaking of a limb.

ruining all the fun

=

priceless.

happy st. patrick's day!!!

x.

freaky friday.

well, this whole business with the governor of new york certainly has grabbed the headlines.

but what's more interesting is the bashing of his wife. she stands by him during two press conferences and everybody's all up in arms about what a weak woman she must be! how the whole stand by your man thing is just a crock of shit.

yeah, right. do you suppose we'd be seeing mrs. bill clinton on the campaign trail had she not stood by her man? yeah, not so much. there are a lot of roads to take in this world. cutting and running is one of them, but others get you a LOT farther.

plus, the thing is, after all those years of marriage and three daughters the spitzers are more than a married couple. they are a family.

and when the shit hits the fan, you want your family by you. even if they're pissed, even if they're not talking to you, you want to know you've got support. that you are loved despite your shitty behavior.

and being in a family means standing by your loved ones even when they've screwed up.

no. body. is. perfect.

people are weird and they do a lot of weird things. but when it's all said and done, family is family. and hopefully that means no one gets left behind.

god forbid should i ever spend 80 thousand bucks on a hooker and then have to go on live tv and say what a schmuck i'd been i'd sure want the lord of the ring standing beside me. for better or worse. and all that.

so i say good for you, silda! you keep your chin up and don't let the bastards get you down. because it's not what happens to you but how you deal with it that determines character.

strength takes many forms.

(as an aside, though, if i were her, i'd be WAY more pissed about the 80 thousand bucks than about the infidelity!!! just sayin' is all.)

x.

want to add a little excitement to your day?

take a time release vitamin. especially one that colors your pee.

you take it in the morning and totally forget.

then, when you least expect it a routine bathroom trip becomes a two or three times a day freak out with the unexpected existence of neon yellow pee.

good times.

of course this only lasts the first few days of taking said vitamin before you get used to it and it no longer provides the same level of excitement.

or, it does, in which case perhaps you ought to get out more.

happy monday.

x.