A little treat

For those of you who still check this site. I tend to post more on Facebook now that I joined it a few weeks ago. Here's a video from Noah's 3rd birthday party today.

Happy Halloween

Bubbles the Powerpuff Girl and Black Spiderman. Oops, from right to left that is.

Noah's fashion style

I didn't get a picture, but Noah dressed himself today. He had some of those swishy gym pants on, but they're about 3 inches too short, so they look like capris. Then he put on a Spiderman shirt, with a Batman shirt over the top (both are the exact same color of blue). Then he had Batman socks on, with Spiderman sandals over those.

Noah loves his superheroes.

Let's try this one

This is from last year, but maybe you'll get an idea of how closely Joe Rospars resembles me.
I just need new glasses (which I now have, that are more like his), and more facial hair (which I now have). Damn he's good looking.

Well now, mom, anything to tell me about my twin brother separated at birth?

My Doppelganger

Bro-in-law Jeff sent me a link to myself. At least I thought it was myself when I opened it. I was thinking, "Hmm, when did I buy that suit?" Judge for yourself.

If you don't know what I look like, it's sort of like the guy on the right. His name is Joe Rospars. I'm looking for a picture of me that's recent and haven't come up with anything yet.

Happy Birthday Sister

I'm pretty sure I'm the worst brother in history, since her birthday was yesterday. I haven't phoned her yet. I don't think I did last year either, and next year isn't looking so good. I don't know what it is with me. General aversion to telephones? Birthdays?

Since her birthday is in August, as mine is, it was the one birthday I've always remembered pretty much my whole life. Except yesterday. Sorry hon!

Curiosity Almost Killed the Cat

Truman didn't come home last night. He left the house in the morning, as we left to take the kids to a sleepover. We didn't think much of it.

We didn't see him all day, come to think of it, as we were in and out of the house a lot during the day. After dinner it dawned on us that something might be wrong. Every 30 minutes one of us would go to the front door and call for him.

Nothing.

Today I was at work, but called home at noon to see if he'd turned up yet. Nope. The wiffer had driven around the neighborhood a little, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, or at least a corpse, maybe get a little closure. I wondered what was worse, him getting run over, or him being locked up in somebody's basement, the subject of grotesque little Frankencat experiments. My mind did run a little wild.

The kids were home when I got off work today, and they were going on about how they missed Truman. Lexi said we should go to the pet store and get another pet and name him Truman. Suddenly, out the back door, we hear a meow! There he was, just as if nothing had happened.

A minute later there was a knock at the front door. The lady from next door was apologizing, saying Truman was locked in her car's trunk. I think she had been unloading groceries and he jumped inside. That's her story anyway. I didn't see any stitches or electrical burns, but I wouldn't be too surprised to learn she'd been at least experimenting a little on the poor fella.

God Bless Les Paul

I know I'm a little late...was in Seattle for the weekend and got very ill indeed. If you've played an electric guitar, then give this guy your thanks.

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You don't need to tell us

A couple days ago, Billy Mays came on the tv with a commercial for the Slider Station, a little stove-top grill that makes mini-hamburgers.

Lexi looked up and said, "We have that".

A minute later, as Billy was further extolling said Slider Station, Lexi said, "You don't need to tell us! We already know!".

I couldn't help but laugh.