Stay Tuned to This Space

I will have more to say when the incision in my leg heals and I can sit at the computer for more than a couple of minutes.

I love my country...

Quick observation.

I do not watch American Idol. Not because I am an East Coast effete, drinking Chardonnay & reading the New Yorker (okay I do read the New Yorker, but I am woefully behind, having missed most issues in the past 3 months. And most effetes drink only red.). My TV watching usually consists of AL baseball and currently the World Cup.

Which leads me to my observation. I have noticed that 2 American Idol winners, including the new guy, Taylor (he of the androgynous name) Hicks, are currently selling vehicles for Ford, in song format.

Could they at least wait more than a MONTH to have these people start hawking cars & trucks? Give the poor schmuck a moment of excitement before you show him the fine print.

The show isn't currrently called "American Car Dealer."

When I see these commercials, it makes me sad. I'm trying to find the Roman equivalent, but it's difficult. Drip, drip, drip.

And now back to the Star of our Show

New quote (as best as I can replicate it here):

"No Touch Bees.

Touch dogs and cats... some...times.

Touch Delia & Frankie-boodle." (they are our cats)

Repeat ad nauseum.

World Cup

After watching only the first half of toay's match, I am making my prediction that the team to beat is now Argentina. Wow!

Wow... Sorry to all of my fans (please note irony) - Eventually we get to Grace

Just noticed that I haven't posted in a while. Unemployment has kept me a little busy. Let's review:

Went to Baltimore to see my kid sister graduate from college. She had a double major and graduated with seriously high grades. Nice. (except for the very wet ceremony. But a plus was commencement speaker Bob Schieffer). Then back to NYC to see more family before their cruise in the Mediterranean. Grace remembered all their names several days later. Nice work!

Then parents came to visit. They did not spoil Grace but showered her with lots of love. No political arguments with my Republican father. I love him dearly but hate his politics (now I know how Carville & Matalin feel).

Back upstate with demoralizing rain and the curse of dial up (not to mention a serious hiccup in my master career plan. It would seem that the good folks in the world of network television have deemed that all new directors are needed on L&O Criminal Intent, so I am officially no longer a "cool kid."Time to rethink everything, career-wise.)

Holy shit, this dial-up is slow.

Also, Grace is doing extremely well. She seems to have a world class memory, with special mention to "Children and their mothers." She can rattle off any duo that she has spent time with in the past 8 months. Perhaps all kids have a memory like this. If so, I don't want to know: MY KID IS SPECIAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So keep it to yourself, if you please.

Also, the first stirrings of recalcitrance (aka will) are here. This usually involves some sort of climbing on a dangerous surface. I anticipate much spilling of blood before we lose her to the world.

Also, any time she naps for more than 2 hours, I get all scared inside that she has somehow suffocated herself in her crib. WHY IS SHE SLEEPING SO SOUNDLY? IS SHE OK??? NOBODY SLEEPS FOR MORE THAN 2 HOURS AT A TIME!!!

Stupid I know, but my fear is this is what will be compounded by school, then dating with boys (or girls - I'm no bigot!). It will never end. Love=Fear in some sense.

Did I mention the dial up sucks here.