Monday, October 30, 2006

FrankenConga

So, here comes Zoë. She's rounding the island in the kitchen, but she's walking really really slow. And her arms are sticking straight out in front of her. Her steps are staggered, and I can't figure out what's wrong with her. Then, as she comes into full view, I see two hands white knuckled on the waist of her dress. And there comes Jason, staggering behind her. I kept expecting them to both kick a leg out to the side.

Tomorrow is Halloween. I'm sure I'll have more to report on Wednesday.

-J

Friday, October 20, 2006

No more neopolitan...

Well, I'm not going to try and explain the crazy math that created the thermometer to the right. The point is, the total is getting bigger. Bah, I have too much grey already. I wasn't even going to post, but I knew I'd get emails asking about the white section reappearing.

-J

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Walk, Walk, Walk, Walk, Walking Machine

Watch me get down, while I do my thing on the video screen.

Now back the other way.

Now really be impressed.

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Wednesday, October 04, 2006

What's in a name?

Who knows, but we got to submit new names for the kids today. Nothing official, just names for the paperwork. But it's another step.

-J

Breeding rabbits is a hare raising experience.

And so is a triple alert alarm in the middle of the night. The heart monitor has three levels of alarm (at least that's how many I've discovered). Well, the highest level, when it comes out of no where, will jump you out of your hide. Jason was fine, he'd just pulled off a lead. He was asleep, in fact. Nevermind the air raid siren right next to him.

That's okay, sleep is for the week.







Heisenburg may have slept here.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Scenes From My Life

ACT I

-kids are in the living room playing, Mom in the kitchen cleaning-
(no dialouge)
--begin scene--

Zoë is playing with a tube of lotion she got in trouble for playing with less than an hour ago and knows she's not allowed to play with (much less chew on)

Mom notices, but Zoë dosen't realize she been seen

Mom starts walking toward Zoë and she finally looks up, Mom dosen't look happy

Zoë looks left, then right. Nothing seems out of place, no incriminating evidence in view there.

Mom's still coming and still dosen't look happy

What could it be? Zoë checks her hands, Uh-oh!

Zoë drops the lotion much like one might drop a live scorpion they suddenly discover they are holding and proceeds to furiously play with the nearest toy as though that was what she had been doing all along.

Mom arrives, she dosen't look fooled.

--end scene--

ACT II

-Mom and kids sitting in front of the couch in the living room, having just finished reading a story-

--begin scene--

Zoë, feeling pleased with her story and having gotten enough attention to satisfy her for the moment moves off to play.

Jason, though, feels more attention is necessary and whines his way into Moms lap.

Mom gives Jason big hugs and cuddles, which he returns enthusiasticly.

Mom: oooh, sweet boy!

Jason: uuhhooohh. (as he pats mom's back during a suprisingly long hug)

Jason: (a short pause followed by maniacal cackling)

Jasons feet begin to scurry against Mom's lap, abdomen, and chest.

Mom: YOU USED ME, SKINNER!!!

With one last cackle Jason launches himself over Mom's sholder and onto the couch (which he can't get up on by himself) and begins his triumphant bouncing.

--end scene--
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-Bonny

Monday, October 02, 2006

Baldy

I don't see what Bonny's complaining about...