Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I am the eye in the sky

I've have this sneaking suspicion that someone who seemed completely uninterested in my not-secret-but-not-widely-publicized blog has, in fact, been reading my blog. And I don't know why, but it kind of bothers me. I mean, it would be one thing if he read it and acknowledged that he read it, but it's another thing altogether to read it on the sly, pretend like you're not reading it, then bring up a topic from my blog like it's just been on your mind.

It's not like these things couldn't be on his mind as well, but it's just the way he says them. We generally have different ways of talking, and when you turn a phrase in a way that you usually wouldn't, and in a way that would be a DIRECT QUOTE from my blog, well, I just can't help but wonder. So...let this just be a little warning. I'm on to you, Seaton. I'm on to you.

P.S. I love you. Stop secretly reading my blog. It makes me feel dirty (as in UNCLEAN).

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Gratuitous Baby Pictures

Because he's so damn cute...

Also, now just know that this is very unlike me because I'm a CUBS FAN (unlike a certain someone who happens to be married to me). But, you know, play offs don't really happen too often in Chicago, so, OK, Go Sox. There. I said it. Go and do your baseball thing.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Inquiring minds want to know...

I don't fully understand; what does this MEAN??

They're a lot like people, only more so.

For those not in the know, it's a line from the Berenstein Bears cartoon theme song. I mean, what do I tell Eric when he gets old enough to wonder what it means himself? Forgive me if, once again, I just don't get it.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Oh, the bitter, bitter irony

Have you ever noticed that at the store, the birth control and pregnancy tests are all neatly stocked in the same place? I guess it makes sense on one level, but on another level, if we could've found the damn condoms in the first place, we wouldn't be looking for pregnancy tests, now would we? Why rub it in? I personally think it's somebody's sick little joke.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The Woman at the Rock Show

A couple nights ago, Chris and I went to the Weezer/Foo Fighters concert (which was awesome, by the way). It felt like we were the oldest people there (well, except, of course, for the band members themselves). Luckily for me, Chris is five years older, so I knew that I, personally, was not the oldest person in the crowd. The guys sitting behind us were *maybe* 16 and kept talking about "the Weeze" like they were old friends of the band. These boys were in diapers when Weezer's Blue Album came out. That alone nearly put me over the edge.

When I think of Weezer, and the Blue Album in particular, I am taken back to a much simpler time in my life. A time when I was in HS and my greatest care in the world was whether or not the boy I had a huge crush on knew that I existed. My friends and I called this boy (who was a big Weezer fan, hence the connection) "Hank." I can't even remember his real name, but due to my friend Erica's tendancy to loudly and accidentally talk about my crushes within earshot of them, he was ONLY to be referred to as "Hank." Obviously, judging by the fact that I can no longer remember his real name, I did not ever end up dating this chap. But, I still admire the way he got a black eye from crowd surfing at the Weezer concert. That's real devotion. Devotion that the boys sitting behind me thought they had, but didn't, judging by the fact that they were sitting in the last aisle in the arena, rather than crowd surfing down on the floor.

Anyway, after a while, I realized that Chris and I were far from the oldest people there. In fact, the more I looked around, the more old people I saw. Most of them were chaperoning their children, whose diapers they were changing as Weezer was suggesting that they looked *just like* Buddy Holly and/or Mary Tyler Moore. Hmmm...I wonder if Hank was there?

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

The funniest simile I've ever heard at Church

"Happiness is like wetting your pants. Others can see it, but only you can feel it's warmth."