Spent most of yesterday evening and this morning cleaning house. People will arrive in about an hour and a half to help celebrate baby girl's birthday. Not a lot of people, mind you. My brother, his wife, and kids. The wife's great uncle and aunt. That's about it.
My own mother would love to have come, but that drive is too much for her. Besides, she's got....other concerns at the moment.
Floor's almost dry. Time to go do more s*!#.
Can it ever be a beautiful day in the neighborhood on a Monday? Methinks the odds are against it.
On the other hand, the little party we had for baby girl yesterday was pretty cool. My brother and his family gave her a stroller/walker, which we put together right away, just to see how she'd do. Most everyone was thinking she'd faceplant pretty quickly.
We were wrong.
As can be seen by those on FB, she was rocking and rolling with that thing. She had a bit of trouble on the turns, but give her a straight run and she was off like a rocket.
Also, note to self: When allowing your baby girl to eat chocolate cake, make sure to wipe her hands before she get's tired and starts to rub her eyes.
Other note to self: When allowing the aforementioned baby girl to crawl around in the kitchen, make sure the step-stool is not directly underneath where the remnants of the also aforementioned chocolate cake are sitting on the counter top.
Then, don't take your eyes of the twice aforementioned baby girl.
Yesterday I saw what looked like a delicious alternative to the turducken. It was called the lambpigcow.
Green, spherical Christmas ornaments + colored ribbon + google eyes + some glue = TMNT Christmas Ornaments!!
Note to self: Check for text messages from wife before you get in the car to drive home, that way you can respond to requests for dinner plans before you are already home.
Also: Stoopid iphone software update. Now I have to plug into iTunes again, since I can't get it to run any other way.
I've said it before and I'll say it again - this is likely the very last iphone I'll ever own.
Probably the very last Apple product as well. There s&@$ is not as all-worshipful kick ass as many of the Apple fanatics like to believe.
At least that's my opinion. And since it's mine, it's correct.
I gave my wife her Christmas present early, but only because I wanted her input on where she would like to sit.
We're going to see Fleetwood Mac in March!!!
And if anyone feels the need to criticize Fleetwood Mac, just remember these simple rules:
1. Aberzombie is always correct.
2. If you think Aberzombie is not correct, see rule #1 and then kiss his lily white ass.
Busy day. I missed my morning mini-blitz of posts telling everyone about how awesome my life is.
Did I mention? I bought a few more Lost Coast booster packs last Friday - HELLO LAMASHTU!!!
Why the new thread, you may ask?
Well, someone has to try and counter every Negative Nancy that comes around here trying to poison our good gaming Karma. I appointed myself to the job, because I'm always so damned happy!
It's one of the reasons I also started that "Why I Love My Life" thread.
I've only got a few more gifts to buy. My younger brother and his wife are each the godparent to one of my children, so I was thinking a joint gift to both from the boy and the girl. Probably a gift card to a restaurant or something.
And I've got to get my sister-in-law something else anyway.
I'm also thinking of stopping by Toys R Us and picking up something from the Thomas the Trian Wooden Railway collection. Something small, like a single engine, the boy doesn't have yet.
I'm only considering it, because he hasn't played with that stuff in awhile. Maybe, however, if I get him a little something as a stocking stuffer, I can reawaken his interest.
I'm also planning to spend more time with him, just maybe building train track set ups on his play table.
Note to self: Find Christmas Stockings.
Other note to self: Decorate Christmas Tree (after you check the water level).
Third note to self: Kids + Picture with Santa = Achievement Unlocked.
Yesterday I had a brilliant idea here at work: Everyone needs a secondary job title. Mine is Bringer of Merriment.
And now, I go to accomplish both my job titles.
Incidentally, my main job title is Senior Mechanical Engineer. I'm not the most senior, though. There are actually a bunch of us.
I also happen to be the lead mechanical engineer on this big project I've been working since I got here. It's pretty cool, but can be a hassle sometimes.
Anyway, off I go. Be awesome peeps! And remember, I love most of you.
I was glad to see GRRM offering to show that movie The Interview in his own theater (which I wasn't aware he owned). It's good to see that someone in the entertainment industry has the balls to stand up to those little tinpot pissants in NorK.
Crappy weather today - lots of rain. And my son delayed our departure from home just long enough that the rain started up again and I had to walk through it.
Ah well, f!!$ it. Not like it's gonna put holes in my head, or something.
Something my oldest brother firmly believed when he was a child.
Still haven't had a chance to decorate the Christmas Tree. But at least I've only got one more gift to buy.
It's Saturday morning here in the Aberzombie household, the last weekend before Christmas. And there is much to be done. Gotta get the kids to Santa Claus for pictures, continue working on menus and such for Christmas Day, hit the grocery store, and I'm sure there's something I'm forgetting.
At the moment, I'm kid watching. The wife just left to bring her car in for brake pad replacement and oil change. About to get the boy a waffle for breakfast.
At least we finally got the tree decorated last night.
On a somewhat sadder note, today in New Orleans, my family there is having a funeral for my cousin's son. He was 30 years old, and died about a week ago. He was in a facility in Alabama, trying to get help when he passed.
It sucks, but in the end, he brought it on himself. And the people who should have been supporting him more often than not helped enable him as well.
I was 12 when he was born, and he was one of the first babies I can remember have experiences with: seeing his diaper changed, feeding him a bottle, etc. Over the years, I'd not really associated with the kid much. I had lived away from Louisiana, and typically only saw many in my family on special occasions. So I can only say that some small part of me will miss him.
R.I.P. cousin. Stupid kid.
I was so proud of my boy this morning:
(A) He refused to share his last piece of bacon with me.
(B) When Rescue Bots was over, my little pony came on. He asked me to change the channel because it was a girl show.
I have taught him well.
I also introduced him to Star Wars Episode IV yesterday. He liked Darth Vader. Unfortunately, it was not exciting enough to hold his attention until the end. I chalk it up to his youthfulness.
My brother and I purchased tickets to a quote-along screening of A Christmas Story at the Alamo Drafthouse tomorrow night. And Karbach Brewing Company will be on hand with keg of their Yule Shoot Your Eye Out beer. If your purchase a pint, you can get a free Karbach pint glass (while supplies last).
Should be awesome!
Before I forget, my boy has claimed a part of his birthright as a man - he has begun to pee standing up!!!!
Nice quiet night, followed by a fairly routine morning. Added bonus - the traffic was super non-existent. Left the house a little late and still made it to work around the same time.
You know that's one of the big reasons I don't mind working 2 days this week.
A Christmas Story was awesome tonight! And I've got the pink bunny ears to prove it!
So, my brother and I did the quote along A Christmas Story screening last night. While there, we found out they do this sort of thing all the time, with different movies.
On 2 January, they're going to have a quote along screening of Monty Python's Holy Grail. Needless to say, we'll be there.
Also, the boy really got a kick out of the pink bunny ears. I let him try them on, along with the glasses, and took a picture. I'll do the same with baby girl later today, then post the epic cuteness to FB for all the cool people to behold.
I hear people talkin' bad,
About the way we have to live here in this country,
Harpin' on the wars we fight,
An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be.
An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides,
An' standin' up for things they believe in.
When they're runnin' down my country, man,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
I read about some squirrely guy,
Who claims, he just don't believe in fightin'.
An' I wonder just how long,
The rest of us can count on bein' free.
They love our milk an' honey,
But they preach about some other way of livin'.
When they're runnin' down my country, hoss,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
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