I Was Bored Before I Even Began
NO ONE comes here to get news or even editorial opinions, so there will be no Pope or Terri Shiavo or Wolfowitz content here. Besides, for that last one, I'd still rather see Bono as head of the World Bank. Then he might stop fronting that U2 tribute band he's been running around with lately.

I've finally gotten a handle on Piazza, New York Catcher after hearing a few live versions. But that's not saying much in my case. Like, you can get a handle on taking out the trash, but it's still a smelly job.

Now that doesn't quite make sense. What I mean with that analogy is that I still pretty much stink.

Yesterday Sam and Gabe pushed Sam's booster seat into the back of the van, saying, "Crump, crump, crump." I asked what they were doing and they replied that they were crumping it out of their way. New slang?

When I was walking out the door this morning Sam called to me, "Seeya later, Bucky," which is what Lauran sometimes says to Gabe. At the time Sam was making his 18th peanut butter sandwich for the day. Perhaps he's growing.