Stories of my Boys

First, a shout out to Baby Duncan for sleeping through the night last night! Woohoo, go Baby Duncan! What a great little guy :) They say that most babies sleep through the night at 4 months old, and he'll be 4 months old on Thursday, so I guess in our case it was true.

Poor Ian had a rough day yesterday. We went to Grandpa & Nana's to pick up some of their furniture that they're giving away.

When we got home, Jon backed into the driveway so that we could unload the truck bed. Ian had slept the entire way home, and I opened the back door to say hi to him before helping Jon. He must not have remembered that, because after we'd unloaded the furniture, I took Duncan inside and Jon went to get Ian. Poor Ian was crying hysterically - he woke up and didn't see us, and he thought we'd left him. Poor little guy!

Needless to say, Ian got lots of hugs and some ice cream for dinner.

Regarding this health care bill that they just passed, it's not very comforting to hear members of our legislative body shouting "baby killer" at each other while the House is in session. Seriously? These are our elected officials? We're all going to hell.

Nip/Tuck Series Finale (Spoilers)

I finally got around to watching the N/T series finale that I had DVR'ed.

Was anyone else depressed or bored by that ending?

I mean, these are characters who have spent 6 odd years doing everything they possibly can to screw their lives up and make themselves miserable. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they all seem to have found their ka and are moving towards it. Matt decides he wants to be with Ava, who's back after years away, and him and her and poor baby Jenna wander off into the sunset together. Kimber is mysteriously dead-but-not-dead. Sean's wife and children are conveniently sent away. Sean goes to Romania to start working with disadvantaged children. And Christian goes back to hound dogging.

It just seems like they all got exactly what they wanted, all of a sudden. Like Liz being pregnant and suddenly being made partner. Really? After all that time?

It didn't work for me. Personally, I think the show jumped the shark when they moved to LA. Miami was MUCH more interesting. The whole storyline about Sean being on TV was lame. And the crap about Julia being a lesbian (but oh NO she wasn't, because now she's marrying a guy, right, sure). And Christian getting it on with Kimber's MOM before the funeral? Ok, that one I believe, knowing the character.

What a disappointing series finale. Sigh.

Really?

Was it really necessary to have Ted Allen talking about the "best darn pickle" he ever ate? You couldn't let him talk about a hamburger or something, Food Network? You know he's gay, don't you? C'mon now, let the man have some dignity.

ANTM

ANTM cycle 13 premiered last night. I'm still friggin' watching this show. What's wrong with me?!?

Tyra seemed a little more sedate than usual last night, except for the part where she made Mr. Jay lie down on the floor and she humped him like a stripper, demanding his sperm. Why do I watch this crap?!?

Ok so Angelea - ugh. Her nose ruins her face. Her attitude sucks as well.

Genevieve - pre-makeover, I didn't think she had the goods to compete. Post-makeover, she looked a lot better. I still don't like her attitude, though. It's all good to act tough, but if you're competing to become a model, it's not very conducive.

The girl with all of the piercings who didn't make it and cried piteously - seriously, what did you expect? Most modeling clients are not going to want someone with holes in her face. I get it hon, I really do - I pierced my tongue once. But even without studs, there's still holes that would have to be airbrushed, which = more money for postwork. Clients don't want that. You're in the wrong line of business.

Ahh ANTM, you are my favorite trainwreck.

On another note, I saw this on a resume today: "I am a detail, oriented person." Really?

Holy crap!

Corey Haim died. Bummer, dude!

What is up with this - it's the celebrities in their late 20's (Heath Ledger) and 30's (Corey, Brittany Murphy, Boner) dying instead of the young pups. When is someone from the Twilight movie or 90210 going to die?

I blame McDonald's. Those of us in our 30's were raised to think fast food is ok, so we eat more of it. Our parents didn't know any better. The kids in their teens and 20's, their parents learned the damage that bad eating can do, so they grew up eating right and exercising. Great for them, bad for us!

Ok, well maybe drugs have something to do with it too.

Duncan's First Post

Wassssuuuuuuup!!

I are Duncan Robert! Holla, bitches!!!

So's I was born in Novembers and I'm not so old yet. But I am the boss! No, don't try to tell me nothin' - I won't have it!

I say no, and I say no again, and I say good day! Stick that in your binky and suck it!

Aw, I's just kiddin'. I'm way cute, lookie:




Aw. I look just like my brother! That's good cuz he gets all the ladies. I have a girlfriend, her name is Miley. She so pretty! We're gonna get married when we're really old, like twenty.

So I rule da house and I run my mommy and daddy ragged. They just started putting me in my crib at night, which sucks ass becuz I want to be held all the time! Whassup with dat?!? So I wait til like 2 and then I cry and it's hilarious.

And I has a minion:




If I cry, he runs and gets me my binky. And he is helpful and tells Mommy, "Da baby's crying!" Is nice. He tries to feed me my bottle too but Mommy won't let him. He's a good minion.

Hey check me out!

I'm resurrecting my blog! Get down with my bad self!

I'm going to write about all sorts of crap now though, not just the kids (although I'm sure they will provide me with much consternation, and you with much merriment).

Be warned - I'm gonna cuss in this blog now. Just so you know.

So today I want to bitch about rude ass people in the skywalk. For those who don't know, I work in a downtown office, and park about 5 blocks away. There's a skywalk that goes from the parkade to my building, and this skywalk is connected via doors at various intervals.

Now, when I was pregnant, I was quite used to people slamming these doors in my face. But even if they didn't slam the door, they sure didn't hold it for me either. Folks, it's NOT considered polite to go storming around someone (who, incidentally, may or may not be walking slowly due to a watermelon in the belly), thrust open the next door, then give it a limp-wristed push as you go through it. That's not cool. In fact, most times I had to bring up an arm so the door didn't hit me in the fetus. Thanks. I'm sure your mommy is proud of you.

This morning, I was heavily laden coming from my car with various vittles of Monday goodness: laptop, purse, pump, six-pack of soda, milk, etc. I was pulling my little cart behind me. This asshole in a 3-piece suit storms around me, opens the door that's RIGHT in front of me, then just goes through it. Didn't even do the limp wristed push. !!! Seriously, dude? That's the way you want to play it?

I hope he gets the clap.

When did people stop holding doors for others? I always do it. If I'm in the skywalk and the person behind me is within 5 feet, I hold the damn door. Is everyone so busy that they can't take ten seconds to wait for someone else? If I ever find out that my boys don't hold doors for people, I'll blister their behinds.

Don't EVEN get me started on when you hold the door for someone, and there's someone else coming up behind them, and THAT person just churns right through the door (with or without a "thank you"), and there's ANOTHER person that chugs through, then ANOTHER, and you're standing there like a doofus because you don't want to be rude and shut the door in someone's face. If it were me coming through the door that someone was holding, I would thank them and take over the door holding for the next person. Then that person could hold it for the next person, and so on. This happened to me when I was pregnant (getting stuck holding the door for umpteen million people passing through) and my body language was that of someone who was getting quite annoyed with it all, and people would give me a sympathetic look and still go through the door. Um, really?

Courtesy seems to be gasping its last breath in our country.