Saturdays spent playing video games, reading trashy magazines and reliving the past three decades in song.While I brainstormed what to write today (lazed on the couch in front of a fan & read UsWeekly), Jamie caught up on the latest news online (checked the posts on his favorite UGA sports message board) and stumbled upon (clicked faster than you can say HOLY NAPSTER, BATMAN) a free music site. The next three (four?) hours were spent building quite the catalog. I dozed off to Robert Plant rambling on and awoke to Michael Stipe imploring me not to go back to Rockville. I sang along (badly) to R.E.M., U2, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Alice in Chains, Guadalcanal Diary, the Meatpuppets and more. Jamie regaled me with tales of nights long before we met spent in clubs, at concerts, or ahh...elsewhere..., listening live to the evolution of modern Alt-Rock. (deep contented sigh) Right now, Jamie is wrapping up a coaching session in the virtual SEC on his PlayStation. I am still lazing on the couch, balancing a laptop on my knees, tap-tap-tapping away. Our little girl, Tilly the Terrier, is snoring at the opposite end of the sofa. She'll probably wake up when the pizza gets here. Chemoville seems a long, long -- long -- way from this place. Yeah. It's the end of the world as we know it. But I feel fine.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
One of the advantages to having your child eat and drink out of bowls on the kitchen floor is that she can get herself a snack whenever she wants. It's also nice when she snoozes the whole day away, even burrowing her head under a pillow when her parents get to be a little too much to bear. File this under Reason 672 it's a good thing Cathleen & Jamie didn't reproduce:
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