Friday, March 10, 2006

Friday Concoction

I have to make this short today. I need to get the pack (of wolves) ready for our conference with Madeleine's teacher, and Quinn woke up too late to take a morning nap. Right now he's crawling around, using baby sonar to look for me (he crawls a couple steps, yells "AAAA" and then waits for a response - my little baby bat). If I type quietly maybe he won't hear me. Quinn's namesake [Update: it should read opposite-of-namesake, but what's the word for that?] is coming this afternoon for a barbecue and we're going up the mountain in the morning. He lives in Okinawa and we only see him once a year, at the most. He and Jim were BFF growing up, and he's great. Hence the name thing.

Oh yeah - remember how I was going to leave the house on Thursday? I did. I went and had a giant coffee, an M&M cookie and a tangerine and sat in a coffee shop window and wrote and eavesdropped. It was heaven. Then I got my glasses fixed, bought Madeleine some purple nail polish and monkey Kleenexes and came home. I can't wait for next week! Babysitter Extraordinaire was awesome, the kids were fed and happy and we survived another Thursday.

One note before I get on with the Concoction: I'm very sorry if I normally visit your site and comment daily, but what with suppositories, Thursday Free Day and other interruptions I've only been able to occasionally catch up on my blogroll. I still heart y'all.

Now The Links

  • I got one of these from Esereth and another from a friend. It's fun to drag Bush around.
  • Here's a classic example of how breaking down humor makes it decidedly unfunny. Here's what real-live funny people say about writing humor.
  • Yummy yummy. Let's eat some kidney-shaped babies.
  • One final item... Did anyone watch Without a Trace last night? Somehow they've turned this show into a comedy. I'm serious. I laughed out loud at least 5 times in a show about the FBI tracking down missing persons. At one point Anthony LaPaglia was confronting an agoraphobic woman who had not left her apartment in 2 years. She had paid a hilarious Asian man to drag her out of her place, after which she tracked down the estranged mob boss dad of her secret crush slash female assistant, then traveled to the suburban bowling alley that kicked off her agoraphobia. So she's crouched in this little compartment where the bowling pins go after they're knocked down and LaPag crouches next to her and says, "Julie [or something] come on out of there." She says, "I can't. I'm an agoraphobic." And he says, "You're 15 miles from your house! You're the worst agoraphobic I've ever seen." Did that sound funny? It was really funny, I promise.

And...

Then (me at work, circa 1995)


Me (at work, circa 10 am) (isn't it funny when Madeleine does that bratty thing with her eyes? yes we all laugh and say How Charming!)


Wish me luck at the p/t conference and have a great weekend!

13 Comments:

Anonymous TB said...

Um... the opposite of namesake - Evil twin? No, that's not quite it, let me think about it.

The baby sonar cracks me up! Quinn is getting bigger and cuter every time you post a new picture. And I have a blanket/throw/piece of fancy fringey fabric that totally matches that fringey pillow on your couch.

I take it the first picture was from your Environmental Engineer days and not your stint as a weight room monitor, because if you had to wear rubber gloves for that job, I would hate to see the people who worked out in YOUR gym.

Have a great time skiing!

3/10/2006 9:56 AM  
Blogger Jess Riley said...

I feel guilty laughing AT the "how to be funny" humor guy, but instructing someone to "Act like a clown" and "Mock a public figure" just cracked me up. So bad it almost satirizes itself.

The baby sonar? THAT was humor. :)

Glad to hear your Thursday went well! Now I want a cookie...

3/10/2006 1:37 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

teebs, Evil Twin! I gotta take a picture now of the two of them. Big Quinn is a tall, half-Japanese guy with big cheeks and a goofy smile.

That fringey pillow on our couch is one of the many creations by my MIL that I'm not sure what to do with. She takes as many neon fabrics as she can find, particularly fish-oriented patterns, and sews them into pillows and blankets for us. We have a king-sized quilt made out of a hundred neon fish fabrics sitting under our bed right now. Do you want it to go with your fringe-y pillow? (I'm guessing yours is a lot more tasteful. ;)

Jess, I know. I kind of laughed too. In a sad way, imagining somebody reading that for real instruction on how to write funny stuff.

3/10/2006 2:10 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I hope it went well and the weekend is relaxing...you deserve it!

3/10/2006 4:43 PM  
Blogger Esereth said...

Halfway to town today I started laughing about "baby sonar" again. Told Rock, he laughed.

We laughed.

Thank you.

3/10/2006 7:29 PM  
Anonymous DD said...

That sounded like a very nice Thursday outing / break.

Wish I could have been there to share coffee and company with you once again. It's been too long :)

3/10/2006 10:00 PM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

Love the babysitter and Thursdays out!! Yea for you!

I can so relate to the baby sonar.

3/11/2006 7:23 AM  
Anonymous Nancy said...

Sounds like a lovely Thursday out. Hope they're all relaxing and wonderful like that.

Great pic of you in your current job. :-)

3/11/2006 3:45 PM  
Blogger mama_tulip said...

YAY! Thursday sounds AWESOME.

I love the 'now' pic. You make nice lookin' kids.

3/11/2006 3:53 PM  
Blogger Ditsy Chick said...

Good luck at the conference, I have one coming up pretty soon, as well.

The Bush thing is funny and twisted.

WTF with the babies....

I know how it goes with keeping up the blogroll. Don't worry about it.

3/11/2006 6:25 PM  
Anonymous TB said...

Under your bed? You need to have that displayed somewhere. It sounds fabulous. Especially in Montana. WFT?!
Perhaps you should hang it as a tapestry. I heard those are making a comeback.

3/11/2006 6:49 PM  
Anonymous TB said...

Uh, I meant WTF. Because WFT makes no sense at all. Damn Amstel lights.

3/11/2006 6:50 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

DD, yeah, me too. Me too, buddy. Thank goodness for this and your journal.

And thanks y'all about the kid comments. I admit without having my mom around all the time I totally fish for 'cute kid' compliments. Unabashed pandering. Oh well.

dc - good luck with yours. Mine was painless - I'll post about it maybe.

teebs - just the thought of that enormous fluorescent fish fabric covering my wall is giving me a headache. I've gotta send you a picture (I can't post it - Jim reads occasionally now, except can't figure out the comment deal). And I kinda liked saying What Fuck The over and over in my head. But I also knew you'd comment again to fix it!!

3/11/2006 7:18 PM  

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