August 2006

Not enough time in the day

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It has been quite a while since I've done an update on Greta, but I haven't had the time to post an update that is worthy. And, unfortunately, you're really going to have to wait just a while longer. To give a preview, I will say that she has been rolling over like a champ for over a month now, eating lots of fun solids, and she has some other odd and/or cute habits emerging. I hope to write an update on that stuff soon.

Meantime, I will post some recent pictures of G.Rock. Even though I tried to push my love of bunnies on her, she seems to have an affinity for ducks. (Jenny, her faaaavorite is the stuffed duck you got her.)

Duck



Duck



You thought I was going to say "goose," didn't you?



And get ready for this one...so cute.



I seriously think this girl could model if we could just keep her from scratching her face like Edward Scissorhands.

-Fran

Pat's b-day festivities

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This past weekend we celebrated Pat's 30th with a good old-fashioned kegger. No lie. We sent the baby to Pat's aunt's house and dusted off our plastic solo cups for a nice little backyard fiesta. We were quite pleased with the turnout, considering it's wedding season and all. We just had some burgers, dogs, and keg beer (plus an ice-filled wheelbarrow [classy] of drinks folks brought). It seemed like everyone had a good time - ourselves included.

Amy brought a hula hoop, which provided lot of edjutainment. What was the educational part? Learning that none of us could hula hoop worth a darn. It was funny to watch a bunch of 30 or almost 30-year old people, myself included, try.

 

Pat also did a keg stand. It was not very edjutational, but it was entertaining. He was aiming for 30 seconds, but ended up going for 25. Perhaps because 30 is the new 25? Amy has some pictures posted on Flickr.

Thanks to all who came. Those of you who RSVP'd yes and didn't come are dead to Pat. (His words, not mine.)

The three words whose spelling has surprised me most in the last two years: badminton, marshmallow, and wheelbarrow. As it turns out, I've been mispronouncing "wheelbarrow" for my entire life as well. I always thought it was "wheel-barrel," as in Wheelbarrel of Dolls. Gar.

-Fran

You know you're a mom when...

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...You're thinking to yourself and it sounds like babytalk.

-Fran

Happy 30th birthday, Patty!

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I hope it's a good one.

Love,
Franny

This site's like therapy

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Okay, I'll tell you five weird things about me if you tell me five weird things about you via the comments section. Okay go!

  • I have to eat two pieces of fruit a day to feel right. Not physically, but just in general.
  • I find the act of plucking my eyebrows soothing.
  • I sucked my thumb until I was...wait for it...12.
  • My entire family (except for my inlaws and my brother) calls me Shannon, but the rest of the world calls me Fran.
  • I didn't drink (alcohol) until I was 21.

Seriously, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

-Fran

I make all of your decisions now

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I think you should go see Snakes on a Plane tonight and then report back and tell us all about it. And for pete's sake, go call your mom and tell her you love her.

Happy Friday.

(This Photoshop is not my own. I stole it from the World Wide Web.)

Addendum:

Finally, someone started listening to me! My friend Andy just IM'd me to say he took my advice and went to see Snakes on a Plane. I'm a dummy so I closed the AIM window before I thought to get any direct quotes from him. I can say he enjoyed it, and while he said the movie itself tried to be serious, it was quite a humorous movie. I asked if he could give me a full play by play, and he said that he could do that by simply screaming the movie title. I like that. Reports of Andy calling his mom to tell her he loves her are unconfirmed.

-Fran

You know you're a mom when...

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...You've had "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" stuck in your head for three days straight.

Good times, bad times, you know I’ve had my share

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Maybe it’s the fact that Pat and I are going to celebrate our three-year wedding anniversary tomorrow, or Kirsten writing about her living situation back in 1999, but I’ve been doing an awful lot of reminiscing lately. I thought back to where I was living in 1999, and it reminded me of some pretty funny stuff.

In 1999, I was living with Pat and our friends Colleen and Jason in a 2 ½ bedroom attic apartment on Vick Park B [Editor's Note: It was actually Rutgers St. I'm losing my marbles. The rest of this story should be accurate, I hope]. It was a total dump, but I do have a special place in my heart for that place. Most of the enjoyment, I think, was that rent was only $160/month/person, and I love a bargain.

Like I said, the apartment was a 2 ½ bedroom attic apartment, and it was pretty small. To put things in perspective, I will tell you that my dresser and some of my other commonly-found-in-the-bedroom things were in the living room, simply because that was the only place they would fit. The half bedroom was kind of a joke. It was so small that it had a little half door, and even I couldn’t stand up in it (standing in at a hulking 5’3”). During the summer, our friend, the notorious John Vienneau, asked us if he could move into the half bedroom for a couple months. We were all pretty hesitant at first, since the place was already small for four people. We ended up agreeing to the deal when he offered to pay a full month’s rent, and - get this - give us ice cream every night. (He drove the Scoops truck that summer.)

There were some pretty interesting tenants below us. In the middle apartment, there was a fellow who went by the name “Reverend Sin.” He was a punk rocker who lived with some other folks, who, no doubt, did his bidding. He wasn’t terribly charming, and the best part was that we found out he had been evicted by his former landlord for setting his last apartment on fire. Awesome.

In the bottom-floor apartment, there were four (excuse my French) b1tches who had a puppy. One night, there was an altercation involving all three apartments' tenants. The puppy would do his business in the yard, and the aforementioned young ladies wouldn’t always dispose of it properly. The Rev, apparently, picked some of the doody up and smeared it on the gals’ door. Somehow, they blamed us, of all people. Our friend Boston John, who also lived with us for some time, got incensed that we were accused of such a wrongdoing, so he confronted them. His response to them was, “When I’m walking to my car and there’s dog sh1t, that’s bullsh1t!” He just kept repeating himself, but I don’t think the ladies were impressed with that reasoning.

Now when we don’t like our neighbors, we just have a six-foot fence built. Much easier.

Probably my best memory from 1999 was the blizzard. I hadn’t moved in with Pat yet. I was finishing up my last semester of school, and Pat was working at Kodak. It was common for him to call me early in the morning when he had just gotten to work and I was about to head to school. He called me on one particular day, and nonchalantly asked how I was doing. I said I was fine, but that I was dreading the presentation I had to make for one of my classes. He asked me if I had looked out the window. I said no and checked it out. Man alive, no one was going anywhere - state of emergency, National Guard called in, the whole nine. I lived super close to Pat, so I walked over there to hang out on the “snow day.” His roommates and I drank espresso like coffee, watched a ton of movies, cranked the heat up, wore Hawaiian shirts, and drank lots and lots o’ booze. So, so, so, so, so much fun.

WHERE WERE YOU IN 1999???


-Fran

2006-08-13 19:58:10

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We really enjoy this more rough-and-tumble stage.

Upside-down baby

Here's a chunky monkey all excited about going to school, looking smart in her mint green cardigan.

This weekend:

  • We got a new fence!
  • Greta was a complete beast on Saturday.
  • Not realizing it was Saturday night, we went to Wal-mart, only to find out what Wal-mart was like on Saturday night. One word: Yikes.
  • Greta was a complete dove on Sunday.

I's gots lots more, but no time right now.

-Fran

2006-08-11 14:58:15

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How does this constitute as "news"?

I'm going to have to file this piece of info under W for Wasted Knowledge.

-Fran