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Saturday

Posted on September 3, 2011 | Leave a comment

Saturday was the most fantastic day of the week when I was a kid. Two days seemed like an eternity to do whatever I pleased. Saturday mornings had the promise of cartoons and big breakfast and pajamas.

Saturdays when you are moving in six weeks are not so lazy, they more closely resemble a meeting of war officials. You round up the troops, you assess your abilities and you develop your plan of attack.

We didn’t quite tear the roof off last night. But we did stay up past one in the morning. This is not a small piece of news in our household these days. So, at least two-thirds of the troops were struggling this morning as we were developing the day’s agenda. Unfortunately the remaining third is not quite as gung-ho about a trip to Bed Bath & Beyond to measure some blinds or scouring the thrift stores for a dresser for the baby.

This pregnant lady might have only had four hours of sleep. But she is ready to kick some “We are moving in October” ass this morning. After a Saturday morning that was more like Saturday circa 1982 than I had anticipated I am ready to take on the world.

Thanks, MQD and Em. Flowers + Pancakes + Sausage = Happy Mom

Tear the roof off the mother!!

Posted on September 2, 2011 | 2 comments

As we were leaving to go the bus stop this morning I realized we were running well ahead of schedule so we opted to hop in the car and run a quick errand. As we were driving I asked Em “Do you wanna listen to the band that dad and I are going to go see tonight?”

Parliament’s “Give Up the Funk” started filling the car with it’s funkitude and there were smiles all around. I swear even Fisher was feeling it.

I pulled up to the bus stop and parked the car, turned around to see my little lady with a face full of tears. I turned down the funk and asked her what was wrong. “It’s just not fair!! Why can’t a kid see a good band EVER!? I didn’t know you were going to see THIS band!!!”

I tried not to smile. I really did. But man, oh man, I was swelling with pride. “Baby the first time I saw George Clinton and and the Parliament-Funkadelic I was twenty years old. I promise you that I will take you to see them before you are twenty, okay?”