halloweenie

i love halloween. it's not just the candy either. not that i dress up each year, but i love the fact that people do. i always have an idea of what i'd be if i hadn't been working on putting together no. 1 and no. 2's costumes. by the way, no. 1 will be appa this year, a flying bison from his favorite cartoon, and no. 2 wanted to be a scary skeleton monster somethingerother. gone were the days when he wouldn't even glace in the direction of a costume. of course, who could forget this one.

craftsmanship out the arse...

i hate laura.

hi-ho

well, the tonsil removal went smoothly, not a hitch. not even the adenoidectomy was necessary. he did pretty good til the demerol started to wear thin, and then pain set in. he doesn't much like his pain medicine either, but i too recall thinking that the pain meds didn't do a whole lot. i think the hardest thing was sitting through family dinner watching everyone else eat brisket and cole slaw (one of his faves). he didn't even drink his fresca. we gave him a little bit of meat and potato salad, i just didn't want that scab to come loose. anyways, we're bunking together tonight, so i should mosey. tomorrow is gonna be a doozy, so much to do, so little time....

what do tonsils do anyways?

tomorrow is the day of reckoning for no.2's tonsils. they will be removed at approximately 7:30am. poor guy, he has no idea what pain is, and yet, tomorrow, he shall discover it. chances are, he'll also hate me for it. i stocked up on yogurt, ice cream, popsicles, and applesauce. i'm thinking that should be good for a few days. i wonder what no. 2 will do when he finds that his big brother gets to eat ice cream for dinner. that's gonna be a fun argument. anyways, i should rest-up for recovery tomorrow. news brief to come tomorrow night.

river bottom nightmare band

there once was a day in my not too distant youth when i longed to be a rock star. yes, it's true. i even have the pepto-bismol pink guitar to prove it, but alas, you kinda have to have some skillz to play such an instrument, of which i have none in that department. anyways, i would sit and conjure up songs, and names for my band with other conceptual bandmates, and one day we decided that we would cover the emmet otter's jugband christmas song that was sung by the opposing band during the talent contest, in which emmet otter, for those of you not familiar, lost to. poor thing had to put a hole in the washtub to do it dadgummit. this was the river bottom nightmare band song for those of you with foggy memories. any bands out there who may feel the need to steal such a song has my permission to do so, so long as you send me a copy of your results. perhaps someday, my dream will be fulfilled by some other. mike ireland, i am looking in your direction, even if it has to be country....