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see? send me a picture of a cute kid in a halloween costume, and I put them on my blog.

this is noah. he’s (e)’s nephew, and I will meet him (and his new baby brother) at christmas.

gnome
doubt
knee
island
yacht
mnemonic
arkansas
biscuit
pterodactyl

and my personal favorite…
matte
(did I just make anyone throw up a little in their mouth?)

I went to the a’s game last night with matte and my sister. the a’s played the angels. can you see the black sparkly horns attached to my hat? get it? no, it doesn’t imply horniness, I’m rooting against the angels, so I am a devil. not satanic, just clever.

this is me with matte. isn’t he cute? hands off, he’s mine. don’t make me kick you with my psoriatic arthritic feet. matte is wearing a sweatshirt usually reserved for the packers (he’s a cheesehead), but it doubles nicely as an a’s sweatshirt, dontchya think?

this is me with my sister. we’re pretending to be all devilish and scary and not los angeles angelsish. my sister makes a funny sign to hold up nearly every time she goes to a game. the first time I went to a game with her, she got on the giant screen, holding up her “throw ’em harden fast” sign. the anti-LA angels sign at the last game we went to that said “spank the monkey” didn’t. but last night, the camera dudes dug her “no-angels” sign attached to a pitchfork, and the horns atop her hat. they invited her to come out to the aisle and be onscreen with a dude that was dancing all crazy. so while he danced, she made evil faces and devil fingers, while matte took pictures of the jumbo screen while she was on it.

the a’s lost. they seem to lose when I go to a game. is it me?

if you ever run into a ravenous bugblatter beast of traal, just wrap a towel around your head. the beast is so dimwitted, it thinks that if you can’t see it, then it can’t see you.

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(e) is so helpful!

You know how when you’re looking for something, and you finally find it…in the last place you looked? well, of course that’s where it was…a person doesn’t keep looking for something once they find it. That’s just silly.

And you know how when you spend so much time looking for one certain thing, like a missing puzzle piece, the left shoe, or a CD that’s missing from its case? You know it’s around, but just can’t find it. You look and look, eventually giving up and moving on to something else, and you push that thing you once so fiercely sought after to the back of your mind for awhile.

But the best is when whatever it is you once spent so much time searching for just appears one day, out-of-the-blue. That’s when you say “aha, there you are.” You tell people you found it in the last place you would have thought to look and you make sure you keep it safe and close, never to search again.

September 6, 2005

it *does* matter

catheroominated at 2:53 pm | filed under: (e)
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