Chocolaty Goodness

I'm watching the Sox game as I write a paper (which some might argue is not the most efficient way to get work done--nor is blogging at the same time ideal in producing my standard high quality work in a short period of time). There's this player on the Indians named Coco Crisp. I had the game on the other night as I folded laundry, and I could've sworn I heard the announcer talk about Coco Crisp's at-bat, and then had to ask myself whether I was taking crazy pills again. But no, sure enough, this guy actually goes by the name Coco Crisp.


I was going to put up side by side images of the cereal and the man, but somebody already did it for me

I'm not sure what the deal is...whether it's the name given to him by his parents with a good sense of humor(hey, I happen to know a Mr. Peter The Sage), or if he made his first million and then had the very difficult decision of renaming himself either Coco Crisp or Count Chocula. Personally, I think being a Count would be a lot cooler.

You what else is funny? Well, perhaps I'll just show you a picture:



And more is always better:



This is a coat that Caitlin's mom owned in the 80s, and I think she actually even wore it in public. Now, Caitlin just breaks it out when someone looks sad, or at important events, like here at her graduation party last month. It's hard to tell in the picture, but aside from the zebra print lining and beautiful star pattern, the jacket features tassels on the sleeves and in the center of the back, and has sleeves that are baggier than a sleeve should ever be on the upper arm, gradually tapering towards the wrist, creating a sort of "wing" effect.

What's the point of this post? I don't really know, but I do feel sort of bad for letting you waste the last 3 minutes of your life.

Compliments to Miss Whitney for the gorgeous pictures of a not so photogenic coat. I'm going to find some chocolate cereal.

Sizzling

I enjoy the weather that most people despise. I see "hot and humid" on the weather forecast, and leap for joy. So the past week of temps around 90 were lots of fun for me in general. I got a fan, set it by my bed on medium, and slept with my blanket and down comforter each night. My air conditioner sat wrapped up in its box on my floor. Air conditioners are for babies. But just so you don't think I'm crazy, I did switch to wearing shorts to bed this week rather than pants as usual.

Then today I woke up, put on another pair of shorts & a tank top, and headed out the door for the day. Why then, and I sitting now in jeans, a short sleeve shirt, a long sleeved shirt, and a fleece? Where is my hazy hot and humid?

I finished up my last music class with Henry this week. I think it's too early to tell how much Henry has gained from this experience. Perhaps once he starts walking, I'll ask him to dance and see how his rhythm is. But I know I had a blast every Monday morning, hopping around the room in a circle singing "Jumpin' Josie." In fact, because Monday was the last class, the teacher asked each of the kids their favorite songs so we could do those. But since Henry can't talk, I was supposed to tell her his favorites, and obviously I just told the teacher my own personal faves...I just needed to sing and dance to "Jumpin' Josie" one last time. That song is FUN.

And now that I don't have an outlet in which to sing badly and run around the room each week, my poor roommates will have to suffer so much more.

Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now

I hope I'm still alive when the scientists come up with a pill to take so you don't have to go to the bathroom. It's not out of a lack of respect for bladder infections...I just hate the hassle. And it seems like in the year 2005, especially in the United States, where we have machines that do everything for us so we can be more efficient than we'd ever want to be, there should be a way so we don't have to interrupt our busy lives to find the nearest bathroom, deal with buttons and zippers, washing hands, etc. etc. etc.

That's all. Where's the party at? I'm bored.


Weird, I saw this same exact scene at the Porter T station this afternoon