Pulling out all the stops

Love me? please?


Argh. *^$#*

Me and my big stupid mouth. I never know when to stop.

I should probably be humanely put down for the sake of the general public.

Dam. dam.

it's official

Avicus (the most widely misquoted name, Arbicus, Archemedes, Lusticus, Averagecus, Abacus, Advocate) has made me proud. See? See?

Child has not been tampered with in any way.


All the most beautiful love stories are tragic, so be perfect now and walk away.

Forget the Notebook, who wants to see very old people kissing?

See Casablanca. It's from an age when people were still classy.



Currently: Completing a 6-hour online course on the laws, liabilities and statistics of alcohol consumption and service.


Background noise: Seth is playing Call of Duty.

Good news: I'm happy because I measured my BMI after a month of exercise and it's gone from 23% to 18%. Flex flex.

Guilty pleasure: I went on a cleaning binge which to my detail-oriented perfectionist includes toothbrush scrubbing the floorboards and organizing the sugar packets.

Smelling: spaghetti.

Guilty pleasure #13: Kettle Cooked Jalepeno Chips (with French Onion dip)

Word of the day:
indurate - to make hard; to harden.

Quote of the day (in response to a discussion):
Even if all the things that people prayed for happened - which they do not - this would not prove what Christians mean by the efficacy of prayer. For prayer is request. The essence of request, as distinct from compulsion, is that it may or may not be granted. And if an infinitely wise Being listens to the requests of finite and foolish creatures, of course He will sometimes grant and sometimes refuse them. Invariable "success" in prayer would not prove the Christian doctrine at all. It would prove something more like magic - a power in certain human beings to control, or compel, the course of nature.

C. S. Lewis, "The Efficacy of Prayer"


Cheers darling.

I went to a birthday party the other night. It wasn't so much a party as a festival of her youthness and the struggle of survival in a rugged world. Because really, every night that we close our weary eyes is a triumph of our frail indomitable frame against this insistant and weighty world.

Sooo, ever the optimist and the itch you can't scratch, I'm just going to keep prodding you to "be the best", "live your dreams" "forgive your..creams? teams? regimes?"
  • Well, forgive anyways. Yourself mostly.
  • Always lock the door behind you.
  • Don't get pulled down to their level. Drag them (kicking and screaming if you must) up to yours.
  • Gerard is hard at work customizing your Heavenly Mansion.
  • Outdo your friends in accomplishments, not boys.
  • Love your enemy. Bless them that curse you and do nice things to those turds who despise you.
  • You are the light of the world. A city on a hill is pretty much visible for a couple hundred miles. So don't lose that light or hide it under a basket of a rough woven weed, instead show it off so everyone can admire the skillful work of your Master Crafter.
  • Laugh. Alot.
  • Bring me more wine.
  • Make mistakes. They're twice as fast for the learning process.

feast and famine

Around the middle of the month, food and resources always get a little low. ramen!

Fridge inventory:

[Top shelf]
Sour cream. Small.
Small container of some type of red soup from last month (all i can tell you is it contains rice), pushed in back and forgotten.
A couple of olives floating in formaldehyde.
Half a jar of pickles.

[Second shelf]
Huge container butter. Empty..wierd. Must have been there months.
Some kind of strawberry spread I don't remember getting.
Ham, sliced.
Empty jar of dip. Who does that??

[Bottom shelf]
Cheese sticks
Crud from upper shelf drippings.

Quarter onion.
30 limes. Why?
Rubbery carrots.
Empty plastic bag..again Why?

[oh and door]
a host of other condiments less important than MAYONNAISE
Roll of film from 1982
Maraschino cherries (gross)

So there are my ingredients. What would YOU eat for dinner?

bonne bouche:
Seth comes home at 2:55 am to say, "You've been naughty ALL day."



You sly fox, you

Thanks for the 1000+ views yesterday.


Outside: 100 degrees. Feels like: 100 degrees

Clearing out my camera chip. Texas does strange things to people..i doo love yoo.

Crit. Graceful, angry and full of hot hot monkey love.

Seth. Teaches his son the timeless ritual of Finger Lickin' Good.

Marky. Trying not to let his eyes show that he's grazing boob.

Drew and Tony. Making short shrift of Polvo's Famous Table Margarita

This is the face of wild abandon. Beware!

At this moment, Seth is thinking ___________.
Bonus point: At this moment, Avi is thinking _________.

Marky, turning up the heat, enjoying a beer AND flashing the eye. Multi-tasking ladies and genteelmen. Multi-tasking.

Poised to strike, no one saw it coming. The revenge of the Last Dorito.

The Awkard but Crucial Picnic Conversation on the True Paternity of The Too White Child.
by Gliff Barton

Conjoined from birth, Twin 1 grinned while Twin 2 "did her thing".

Jer. In a rare public appearance, demonstrates his infamous two-fingered-lick-em-and-stick-em move.

Jamie: I've got something I'm not telling. Heh Heh.
Heidi: I've got something I'm not telling. Tee hee.