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And it is awesome.

Or something like the creation of this new blog will happen.

Actually, it has been in the works for a week now, but I never would have had the time to really finish it if Meg and J hadn’t taken off for Ohio and left me with the burden of: what to do (take pictures, build this site)?

So I’m blogging again here for the first time in 10 months, and I might have to delete some old, junky posts. There’s nothing worse than reading things about your own life from a time when your own life was pretty dull. Read the rest of this entry »

We’re in Ohio for a wedding/visiting family and decided to stay in our old house (which we’re currently renting). Even though we were living here eight months ago it still seems incredibly surreal, especially to see what has happened to Wooster since we left. But going through empty rooms where Jonah once had his crib, or using the tub where we did so many baths is pretty strange. A combination of feeling like it never happened and feeling like we were here yesterday.

But there is a Starbucks a few miles up the road now. The multi-million dollar library is done and only three blocks away. The grocery store has $1.00 movie rentals?! And yet, the three houses to the left of us are all for sale. Ohhhh Ohio. Read the rest of this entry »

What greater way to prepare for our first vacation in 6 months than with a last-ditch effort to clean up our place before we abandon it for five days.  Not only does this interrupt my finishing of the third Harry Potter book in a week, but it just sucks.

So OCD has kicked in, and we know that coming home to a dirty house next Tuesday after 7 hours in the car would probably result in this kind of brawl.  And what better way to top of a successful cleaning up than having the cat knock over a plant onto a floor I finished vacuuming less than an hour ago.

Now hold it right there.  That last sentence says a lot.  1) I vacuumed, which is a rarity in itself.  2) The recency of this rarity should have resulted in the immediate disposal of The Most Annoying Cat In The World, because there is no other way to clean up some freshly watered soil and plant crap than with a vacuum.  Again.

At 8 o’clock.

After Jonah has fallen asleep.

And of course this happens when Megan is out doing bidness. Something random and stupid like this always happens when she leaves me alone for more than 10 minutes.   But she came home with a half pound Hershey’s bar, which is waiting for me right….over…there…

It’s hot again, which isn’t contributing to the lack of posts.  As mentioned earlier, Harry Potter has a hold of me, but tonight, it’s the Soft Baked cookies on the charcoal grill.  Yeah, that’s right.  They’re gooey, and hot, and one fell the grate and is currently roasting on the embers, which is a tragedy in itself, but smells wonderful.

Your welcome, neighbors.

Finishing his half-eaten meals.

The lack of posts over the past few days can only be slightly blamed on the blog funk.  The distraction/problem that has been keeping me up at night but away from the computer is the addictive series of books titled “Harry Potter and the _____”.  You may have heard of them.  I’ll pause now for you to laugh and point your finger and make fun of me and click away from the site.

Oh, but you’re still here, because you know the books are that good.   Literary CRACK, I tell you.  Not because you can just crank through each one and can’t wait to get your next fix, but because I’ve sacrificed sleep to re-read books that I flipped through less than 9 months ago.  Exactly.

And of course this is because the fifth movie (which was one of my least favorite books) and the final book (which will pretty much make live less worth living once I finish) will be here in less than a month.  Soon.  So I’ve started at the beginning, again, and won’t see the movie or read the last book until I take in every addictively wonderful word.

Sure, I could be reading The Bible or something else I haven’t read but know I should…like Moby Dick or some other classic stuff, but then Megan wouldn’t be able to make fun of me for talking about how I want a magic wand instead of an iPhone (unless you can cast some spells or something with the iPhone, which I’m sure Apple is working on).  So that’s that, and there goes half of my already small audience.

Annnd Jonah has a cold, which he has managed to avoid for a while now.  We’re hoping that he didn’t contract it today when he ditched his delicious ice cream cone with sprinkles for a little bird poo on the picnic table.  To his credit, they looked a lot alike:  some white creamy stuff with flecks in it.  He did stick his tongue out after realizing that it was not ice cream, but not before Megan and I screamed and made sure that no one from Child Services was watching.

Live and learn, little one.

I don’t know how real blahgers do it, day in, day out.  Maybe it is the money they’re cashing in on advertising, or their huge reader fan base. Since I have neither, I’m beginning to wonder how long this will last.

While I do receive pretty steady traffic, it appears to be from the same folks, half of which are likely related to me or Megan.  Thanks guys.  But the other half, those of you I don’t know, have never met or spoken to,  you’re still giving me hope that what I write here might be somewhat interesting.  So thank you too.

That is all.  Go tell your friends!

That’s right.

I don’t care if it is really really really shiny, will play my music, and can display this website (and allow me to blog from it?!)…since the iPhone can’t change diapers or prepare a vegetarian meal for three, I can think of a few other places to invest $500.  Like a medium soft serve in a kiddie cone on my way home from work for the next 250 days.  Or a few plane tickets to get us the hell out of Ithaca for a weekend.  Or a goon to rough up whoever controls the temperature in my office building. But it will likely go to more diapers and food for vegetarian meals.

Company has left until next week, so I can once again melt in to a useless pile of mush at 10:30 and watch Scrubs.  Dreamy.  And is it ironic or pathetic that we can’t finish An Inconvenient Truth because it is too hot to sit still in our living room for that long?  Sorry Al.  I’m actually writing this from our balcony because using  a three-year-old PowerBook inside right now would melt through our desk.  And make us have to yell over the fan (combustion system?) inside it.  That’s 0 for 2 Apple, 0 for 2 (and cut your damn prices in half).

It’s times like this that I wonder what ridiculous things I’ll be complaining about in five years.  I mean, it’s not like I don’t have a roof over my head, or clean water to drink.  But really, the fact that the temperature inside right now would have felt cool to me on any of my days in India really does put things in perspective.  Like, no wonder I kept getting soft serve from McDonalds in Jaipur.  And like, some of the kids on the streets in Delhi have to put up with the heat and no food or shelter?  Jonah, you have it pretty good, with your Elmo and sippy cups, and clothes…

Six months from now you’ll find me in one of those remote, white “tundra” areas you see on the globe.  Eating ice cream.

So the first set of company (sister and soon-t0-be-brother-in-law) have left, but not without taking some photos.  Check it out (Kelly took these, not me)…

Annnnnd, we have company again, hence the lack of actual posts.  Besides, I’d probably end up bitching about the heat, which I clearly hate to do.

However, Meg and her visiting family decided to make some old-fashioned home-made ice cream in one of these nifty balls, and it was pretty yummy.  There was one injury in the making of the ice cream, which could have had something to do with the ball being made of hard plastic, or it could simply be further proof that someone around here has to get hurt while trying to have fun.

But gosh, it was worth it.