31 Flavors

Here's 31 special ways to say I'm 6 weeks pregnant:
arf
barf
become a fountain of flavor
bhluuuugh
blow chunks
brack
call ralph on the big white telephone
call to the seals (arrrrrr aaarrrrrrrrrr)
Chuck your Cheerios
Chunky Belch
commode hugging
copiously cough one's cookies
curl and hurl
eating backwards
facial diarrhea
food flight
Gonna blow
Harf
Like, well, you know
liquidate your assets
Perform peristaltic pyrotechnics
porcelain projectiles
Pressing the reset button
Psychedelic belch
rainbow fountain
Ralphy McMalfee
reverse gears
Screaming at your shoes
shpew
Yack
and my favorite...Yawn in Technicolor.

Yeah! See ya in a couple months!

McCain vs. Obama

Inspired by the recent debates, Richard and I had some Sunday evening fun. We took a turn with each candidate, and let me tell you, there was something extremely satisfying about a well aimed punch:

Crime and Punishment

Legend goes that:

Yon yonder in the early years
The youthful, innocent, blithe, cheery, carefree,
Silly, happy, untroubled, slightly reckless
And foolish Timothy
Took the pen of power,
The instrument of doom,
The permanent black marker
And inscribed his indecipherable runes
All upon the white porcelain throne
In the Nickel home.

And the Father, in the throes of a just rage,
Condemned the thoughtless child
To a punishment suitable to his age
"Here you shall sit and scrub,
And scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub,
Until all the ink is off this tub.
Er, I mean toilet."

And so now Timothy still sits,
Wiping the years away,
Never to go and play,
Because permanent marker is, unmercifully,
Permanent.


So you can understand that when I saw that Sam had scribbled all over the wall with (thankfully) pencil, there was no doubt as to what to do.

He scrubbed, that boy did.



(Once my brother Tim wrote all over the potty in black permanent marker. Dad made him clean it for, well, what seemed at the time to be forever, until he learned his lesson. Then we got another lid.)

Madison Street Festival

We went to the Madison Street Festival this past weekend, and it was a lot of fun. Okay, let me qualify that. Down one side of the street was a row of vendors selling nice crafts, albiet nothing like the cool stuff at the Memphis festivals- Pink Palace Crafts fair, Italian Festival, Germantown Festival, Overton Square...Memphis was pretty hip. But down the other street it was the Madison Church Festival! All the more prominent churches in the area each had a booth and were spreading the word with go fish games, clowns, ball drop games, bubbles, handouts, and all kindsa friendliness. Hannah and Sam had a blast. It was a good Saturday morning.

Trick or Treat?

We just found out that we are scheduled to close on our house October 31st. Yeah!!!

Here's the plan: close at one, move in and be passing candy by that evening. We can totally do it, right!?

In celebration I spent an hour wandering around Lowe's and Home Depot, waiting for inspiration to strike and snatching up any color that looked good to me. Here's the somewhat overwhelming result:



Hmm, do ya think I like red?

Mr. Crawley

Meet Mr. Crawley, our new pet. (Richard still thinks it's Mr.Crowley, y'know, by Ozzy...)

I knew it was time to get an official creepy crawley when Hannah and Sam started capturing bugs in our apartment and making pets out of them. And so far, he hasn't made us sneeze. Yeah!