for the past week logan has pretty much stopped calling me papi or dad as she had always before, now i’m matthew.
at first i was put off by this change in designation; then it was kind of cute; now i’m just plain tired of hearing my name the three hundred thousand times a day she says it…
i have never been much of a fan of wallpaper and after having spent half of my sunday taking it down from a bathroom in the house, i like it even less.
this was the first time i’ve ever removed wallpaper and my experience was a bit different than all the how-to articles i read that advocated this potion or that and scoring tools.
for me it was all about water. the more warm water applied, the easier the removal. this is experience i hope to never need again.
its bad enough to live in a country where we elect politicians much the same way we elect a homecoming court (see the male centerfold, senator elect of massachusetts with the broadcast journalist spouse and american idol daughter as the most recent example).
so in five to seven years when we have the next financial crisis, as jamie dimond, the ceo of jp morgan says is routine and not representative of corporate malfeasance, which politician he has paid to have elected do you think will be siding for the people and not in jp morgan’s interests.
we’d probably have better luck discussing the significance of martin luther king jr. day in our house it wasn’t a celebration of his birthday.
the four and six year old in our house are much more interested in discussing the cake and decorations required for a proper birthday party than the advancement of civil rights.
this weekend while cleaning up the basement we came across a box of photos from my first marriage. this led to the following observations/conversations:
that the funny looking guy in the pictures could convince anyone to marry him is quite remarkable.
natalie dated a guy who found out his father was married to someone before his mother by finding a similar box in their house. apparently, that was not the right way to let the kids know…
my parents in the pictures were just two years older than natalie and i are now. we can’t see ourselves now in them then – so we are obviously age delusional.
logan said of my first wife “she has mom’s smile”. that would be the singular feature common between the two.
in thirty minutes of telly last night i learned of roxxxy, the life-sized sex robot and that national geographic has spun up a series taboo where some clown dating a mannequin in their promo claims “i have never had a relationship with an organic woman”, as if there were some other kinds.
i sort of get the robot, but when did national geographic go to a foxish, reality show based format?