Once upon a time, there was a blog named Planet3rry. He was a good blogger. Always careful to type up a nice entry every day and share it with the world. One day a thing called LIFE came and kicked planet3rry’s butt all over the place…
I can only update this with my patented Reeder’s Digestible (don’t want copyright infringments) version:
The Tuna Can, Can You?
The biggest thing that has been keeping me from doing funstuff at work, is… well, work. I received a load of comments from the fine people up in DC (my taxes pay your salary!!) and have just now (today) finished incorporating them into the report. Most were pretty easy, some were quite a challenge. But after two long days, I sent it back up to DC for some more
I was going to have a new episode of Gravity@1053 ready on Monday, but the aforemention “The Thing that gives me cash” precluded me from putting the pieces together. I hope that on Wednesday, if I have time (see impending doctor’s visit)I can patch the pieces together and there will be joy and harmony in the world (and another episode too).
Rub A Dub Dub
I woke up Sunday morning and thought to myself, “Wow, no rub in my chest, today is a GLORIOUS day.” The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming and a blue bird sat on my shoulder. It wasn’t until about 5pm when I took a good look at that blue bird and it wasn’t quite blue and it qouth to me, “Nevermore”. And with that the rub was back and in Full Force (no, Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam weren’t there). It was not gently rapping on my chest wall, it was rattling evermore and just as much as before, enough for me to call my doc-tor, should you scan me I implore, he told me wait ’til yonder morn and come calling at my office door, I shall see you and we will explore, this rapping and rattling and find the cause and eraticate it evermore. So, I see the doctor Wednesday morning. Details when I get them.
It sounds like Crease
Our Au Pair’s name is Christiane, but she goes by Cris. Now, the American pronunciation sounds like Chris. Well, unless you are from the South, then you are obligated to add an extra syllable. But with her Portuguese accent… come on now… not everyone speaks Spanish in South America… it sounds like “Crease” but you need to do it in her accent. The kids absolutely love her! The Younger, who requires 3 forms of identification before he will acknowledge you (unless you are Mommy, Daddy or Grandma), went right to her at the airport.
One interesting tidbit… we are going to be getting here a mobile phone for when she is with the kids, we can reach her. We can get a plan for her that includes unlimited access to some Brazil radio station and she can use the Nextel walkie talkie feature to talk with her parents… included! Hopefully that will keep the ole homesick “send me back home” feeling.