Benidict Are-You-Serious?I'm feeling like a complete traitor. I can't even believe I'm getting ready to admit this, but...here goes nothing...I kinda want a Mac. I know, I know, but it's those stupid commercials. You know the ones with the two guys, one all laid back and cool (playing the Mac), and the stiff suited-up PC guy who doesn't have a clue. I still like the flexibility of a PC, and I could enver get rid of mine altogether, but also having a Mac would be nice...maybe. Maybe not. Writing it has, well...purged me of the urgency I was feeling in regards to the whole Mac thing. I feel much better now, and I think I'm firmly back to my senses. After all, I would have to give up my additional storage...I couldn't just "pop-in" a new DWD-RW when I wanted...when I faster one came out. I'd be stuck with whatever I buy. No upgrades, etc would really suck. Ah, yes...I'm over that one. Damn those slick Marketing fucks.
Good to the Last Drop...Recently the news has been rife with reports of
coffee's apparent health benefits despite the previously thought notion that the original "flavored water" was detrimental to your overall health. I, for one, celebrate enthusiastically at this welcomed discovery. Mind you that I take these "studies" with a grain of salt...hell a whole bucket of salt considering the wishy-washy back and forth
nature of such observational reports.
However I can't help but hope that this one holds up since I have been a coffee drinker since about the age of 3...an everyday multi-cup coffee drinker since the ripe old age of 9 (or so). I still enjoy several cups per day, as do many other drinkers of the addicting warm liquid that gives many of us the only humanity we will cease all day. I say several cups because lets face it...a cup of coffee is not what it used to be. In my home I have traditional "coffee cups" and the standard issue super-sized mugs that most of us drink out of in the morning, and let me tell you a "cup of coffee" is now more like 3 cups of coffee. If I were to try and drink coffee out of my traditional cups I'd be up getting more coffee within about 30 seconds and really pissed off about all the running around. I sit here now with my extra large cup of Dunkin Donuts coffee easily 10 cups of coffee in total. I'm on my second one. I'm not sure what the measure is for a cup of coffee, clearly it wasn't eight ounces being that my little cup at home could never hold that much, but perhaps they have changed it to eight for the purposes of these latest studies. In that case my extra large is only about three and a half cups and I don't feel so bad. Or should I say feel so good? I guess it depends on what study you're reading.
Up For Some Air...Time for another recap. I had my baby!!! Which is a good thing otherwise I'd be almost 12 months pregnant by now if I hadn't given birth. She's doing and looking lovely I must say...see for yourself.
My oldest daughter is very protective of her, but a little jealous at times, but that is to be expected. She has after all been the center of attention for five years now, and that is a hard position from which to be suddenly removed. Just ask anyone who's ever been featured on
Behind the Music. Although this fall from popularity is sans the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll it is still difficult to understand at such a tender age. The baby
is looking very serious in this picture. Since she hasn't yet mastered talking, I have no idea what she is thinking {war in Iraq, oil prices on the US economy, Taylor Hicks winning American Idol...} but I do know that whatever it is she is giving it careful consideration. When anyone sees this picture they say, "WOW! She's holding her head up already?", and I say, "No, Criss Angel is just levitating her head. He's just outside the shot." Now that I think of it, that is probably what she is thinking about. How does a magician get all that bling? Beats the hell out of me, but it definitely makes me wish my husband was a magician. No, no...makes me wish I was so when he makes me mad I could make him disappear...or at least saw him in half. Thats one way to always know where the bottom half of your mate has been. Not that we have those types of issues. The only part of his bottom half that pisses me off these days is his wallet. Damn free will. Damn it to hell.
Speaking of PD...I've been thinking that he really needs a new alias. I mean in the commencement of this blog, PD {as in Prince of Darkness} was fitting. He was Satan Incarnate. However since the changes we have made through the years and the fact that he IS now my husband, I think that it is time for a new sobriquet. I'm not feeling especially creative at the moment so I'm going to go very practical and just say DH {as in the web savvy abbreviation for Dear Husband, although it could mean Dead Husband if he doesn't watch it...} got it? Good.
nature of such observational reports.
My oldest daughter is very protective of her, but a little jealous at times, but that is to be expected. She has after all been the center of attention for five years now, and that is a hard position from which to be suddenly removed. Just ask anyone who's ever been featured on Behind the Music. Although this fall from popularity is sans the sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll it is still difficult to understand at such a tender age. The baby is looking very serious in this picture. Since she hasn't yet mastered talking, I have no idea what she is thinking {war in Iraq, oil prices on the US economy, Taylor Hicks winning American Idol...} but I do know that whatever it is she is giving it careful consideration. When anyone sees this picture they say, "WOW! She's holding her head up already?", and I say, "No, Criss Angel is just levitating her head. He's just outside the shot." Now that I think of it, that is probably what she is thinking about. How does a magician get all that bling? Beats the hell out of me, but it definitely makes me wish my husband was a magician. No, no...makes me wish I was so when he makes me mad I could make him disappear...or at least saw him in half. Thats one way to always know where the bottom half of your mate has been. Not that we have those types of issues. The only part of his bottom half that pisses me off these days is his wallet. Damn free will. Damn it to hell.