The Wedding

Seventeen years in the making, but it finally happened:


We were hot, but happy.


And for the first time in almost two years, all the sisters were together again.


It really could not have gone any better. Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Walker!!

They're not pubes. Really.

Jesse has chest hair that is thick, black and curly. Stan has head hair that is thick, black and curly. I feel like I'm living in the land of the pubes. Seriously. Some people have to use a lint roller to get rid of cat hair, but for me it would be for the psuedo-pubes that litter the house. I wonder what other moms think when they see a hair on Noah's toys. It's probably that we are using it for some weird sex toy when in reality it's just some of Stan's head hair that shedded as he was playing with Noah.

In a similar vein, Noah is currently trying to eat two hot dog buns at once. The bakery kind that isn't cut and looks extra phallic.

Wow, this post is screaming latent sexual tension. I don't mean it. Really. Stan is my leviathan machine. And yes, I did type that just to make people who read it squirm.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

(note to Renee: Aren't you glad you found my blog?)

Living Room = Decompression Chamber

I have not been posting. I have been reading blogs, surfing the net, reading books and doing cross-stitch projects (don't ask - and don't worry I'm not turning all middle aged craftsy on you). I also finished my massage therapy website. Check it out. Call me for a massage. Refer clients to me. My massages will rock your world - in a non-sexual healing way.

Life has just taken too much from me lately and I needed a serious refill. Despite the cost of it. Gas at $2.40. Damn. And a big F U to all of the people who voted for Bush because you thought the oil monger would keep gas prices down. Idiots. (Oh yes, and I finally watched Napoleon Dynamite.)

The wedding shit has actually calmed down a bit, with only 10 days to go. My little sis will be in town a week from tomorrow with her new boyfriend Dean. I feel like I already know him, via the wonderous technology of the telephone, but it will be nice to converse with him in person and to give my sister one of those hugs where I lift her off the ground.

My back is hurting again, due to my admirable past lack of exercise. Last night I got a massage and I have been doing some isometric exercises which are helping. Along with ice and ibuprophen. Sonofa! I gotta get my doughy ass in shape.

In other news: looks like we're taking out a home equity line of credit, the "check engine" light on the car went off (hooray!!), and I may have a new babysitting job a couple days a week.

Life. It is okay.

It's Dazzlemania!

This was our 4th of July:

Earlier in the day we hung out and grilled.



Then we went and watched fireworks.



It was the first time Noah's seen fireworks. I thought he'd be more enthralled than he was. But then again, I'm not surprised that a 3 year old didn't want to sit still for 10 minutes. We were sitting on mostly empty bleachers near Central Park in Roseville and he loved to crawl up and down them. He made friends with a 9 year old boy and kept talking to him and playing with his stuffed toy dog. So we spent part of our time watching fireworks, and part of the time making sure Noah didn't fall off the bleachers.

At first though, he was sitting on my lap saying, "ooh!" and "wow!" It was one of those great parent moments where you get to share something very cool with your child. Watching fireworks without him will never be the same.

Birthday Party - Take Two

Noah had his birthday party with his relatives a week after his BBQ birthday party. He was a little confused that we were celebrating his birthday again, but seemed to just blow it off and was really okay with it once the presents started coming.

He raked in the loot. His cousin also brought some of his old toys for him, including a cowboy outfit that Noah put on and didn't take off until he went to bed that night. He looks so cute in it!

We are now done with Noah's 3rd birthday. I am so floored that Noah is three. He is very willful at this age, but also imaginative and very sweet. He's started doing neck cuddles with me at naptime. He wraps his hands around my neck and presses his face against my cheek when he's falling asleep. It's the best thing that's ever happened to me.