Shards

To the guy who wants to know what I do all day, mistakenly thinking a 10 month-old allows me time to read….

Happy Birthday Dan!

I am off to take Miss ScreamyPants on her first airplane ride to DC to see CS. She has been cranky this morning, so this should be so much fun that I’ll want to fall on a sword by the time we touch down.

Have a good weekend, people.

I heard stirrings from Amelia’s crib around 6 am this morning, which is too early for a bottle and much too early for me to get out of bed. There was no crying, and I knew she’d fall back to sleep, so I dozed off until 7:30. Then, I got up, threw on my robe, and passed her room to go downstairs to get her bottle ready.

She was awake and I glanced in as I passed. I thought I saw…no, it couldn’t have been…must have just been my sleepy morning eyes deceiving me. I went downstairs and fixed up her formula.

I put the bottle on CS’s nightstand so me and little miss could hang in bed and watch the news during her breakfast. I went to collect her and what did I find?

Amelia had pulled her diaper off. It seemed that she had been bare-ass naked for quite some time as the diaper was heavy, but dry. She had been tossing it around in her crib to entertain herself while waiting for me to get her.

Use number 1054 for duct tape.

A while after Hurricane Katrina, December 2005, I went off searching for a photo that was featured on an American Red Cross spot and I never found it. Well, just yesterday I received a comment on that original post from a former employee, Marin, and she supplied me with the name of the photographer and a link to the person’s site.

Thank you, Marin. You are insanely cool.

This is also a notification to all of you that I read every blessed comment you leave, no matter what post you leave it on. Type away. I’m listening.

ADDED: Upon further research, I discovered that Marin and I DID correspond via email back in 2005 and she referred me to the agency that created the spot. It was there my search died. I don’t know where she works now, but I hope they pay her well.

Christina won Hell’s Kitchen. Why? She can’t run a kitchen, she had a terrible menu..what the hell?! Seriously. Because she has a blond ponytail? The minute she coupled upholstered chairs in the dining room with sliders on the menu, he should have booted her. What the hell is that, fine dining before a Sox game? I made a more elegant fruit salad this weekend. Please.

What a joke. I hope I find out that Gordon Ramsey has very little control over who gets chosen. I was looking forward to an opportunity to dine in one of his restaurants, and I know it’s only a television show, but I’ve lost respect.