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Avery Spielberg'd

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Avery Spielberg'd

Avery Spielberg’d.

What a snuggle bunny.  Which reminds me – we’re soon going to cross that line where she becomes irrevocably nicknamed Bunny for life, like some Republican grandma from the Deep South.  How do we feel about that?  Is it time for an agressive intervention in favour of Pepper?  Or do we chance that Pepper will evolve on its own sometime around age five?  The jury is still out on this one.

Segue!  I did get X-rayed today.  I do have a fractured rib.  Marjorie had the grace to not say “I told you so.”  She’s a nice lady.  I got copies of the x-rays hoping there would be something to show, like Jim’s awesome brain scan, but I’ll have to get a doc to point out my injury, because I can’t see anything out of whack.  I’ll apparently be feeling it for six to eight weeks.  Have to avoid heavy lifting.  Take it easy.  No going back to the gym just yet.  Dammit.  Double dammit.  Double dammit hold the extra cheese and I’ll just have a salad.  What a pain in the… chest region.

Still – hey – nothing broken.  Super fantastic awesome.  Thank you, mother, for letting me drink 5 liters of milk a week growing up.  That calcium is paying off big time.

On Tuesday I’ll call the fella that hit me.  Don’t want to bum his long weekend.  Then… well, my doc said I should have filed a personal injury claim.  Yes, the legal kind.  The radiology folk laughed at the silly Canadian for not filing.  This sucks.  I do not want to contribute to the insurance lawyers vs insurance lawyers racket.  If I don’t file, what happens?  Does my insurance company deny my coverage?  What if there’s secondary issues down the road?  This sucks donkey balls.  So I’m still thinking about it.  Do not like.  At all.  So far the best I’ve been able to come up with is talking about it with the guy that hit me.  Maybe he’ll say he’s insured out the yin yang and please do go right ahead and hey I brought you a muffin.  Or he’ll say I have the wrong number and that will be that.

Stupid broken system.

Meanwhile, seeing as we were all in town, Marjorie took Avery to Macy’s and found some adorable outfits.  It’s ok that part of parenting is playing dressup with dolls that actually live and breathe, right?  Fun!  And the Gap is having a big sale this weekend (Veteran’s Day, remember?  Obviously).

Well team, I’m bushed.  Need sleep.  Stuff to think about.  May your weekend be scintillating in the kind of way that makes you almost blush to talk about, because you feel kinda spoiled, even though you know damn well you deserve it.

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A snowman on the 28th floor

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A snowman on the 28th floor

It’s a great day in America, ladies and gentlemen.  (Is Craig Ferguson still on?  Does he still do that?)  The good guys won the election, and today you could definitively tell that Avery does try to carry a conversation.  She’ll even yarp at you if you aren’t paying enough attention to her.  This at 7.5 weeks old.  The next couple decades should be a real hoot.  I jest.  She’s utterly charming.  We managed to hang out a lot today, just hanging.  Chatting.  It was awesome.  Also, she loves being an airplane.  I can tell because the airplane drools.

What if she’s talking before she can even reliably find her hands?  That would be weird, right?  Unusual?  She’s very smart.  No pressure on us, right?  To keep her entertained?  Stimulated?  Challenged?  Yikes.

I’ll wait a bit before calling Mensa.

It snowed yesterday!  A nor’easter, whatever that is.  Today was sparkling crisp blue skies with an inch or two of snow on the ground.  We took Avery for her second subway ride ever, into town this time.  We saw some snowmen, some snowangels, some kids having a snowball fight.  She slept through it.  Maybe it won’t be so hard to keep her entertained.

pancakes

That might do it.  Thank you, Thomas, for being our very own lolcat.

I saw a comment on FB that gave me pause.  I hadn’t thought about it before.  It said, “Please be respectful of our veterans and don’t put up Christmas decorations until November 12th.”  They don’t have Remembrance Day down here in the US – they have Veterans Day (also November 11), which seems to be mostly furniture sales; and they have Memorial Day in May, which is mostly barbecues, fireworks and more furniture sales.  Remembrance Day in Canada, depending where you are (and what age you are), can be a vaguely understood minute of silence at 11:11am, or a full day of solemn acknowledgement of the horrors of war and honoring those that died in them.  I was somewhere in my high school years before I had some sense of what that meant.  There’s this urge to glorify soldiering, which is what landed us in World War I, and continues to send testosterone-fueled boys off to get themselves killed at the direction of politicians who may never have held a gun.  The point of Remembrance Day, in the words of those that decreed the day in the first place, is lest we forget, and it’s not the glory we’re supposed to remember, I can tell you that.  For me, it’s not even about some notion of noble sacrifice, though there are countless stories of that.  Lest we forget is a solemn vow, for me, to remember the desperate wrongness of taking human life.  Honoring those that sacrificed is right and appropriate, yes, but that’s only half of it.  It doesn’t go far enough.  The hope is that our leaders will grasp at every last straw before resorting to war.  If everyone could manage to take ego out of the equation… really, how much more war would there be?

So I promise not to put up decorations until after November 11, this year and every year.  Seeing as that’s still seven weeks of silly season, that’s not too big a sacrifice.  Not by comparison, right?

If you know any veterans, thank them.  So many of them have been through hell.  If you know anyone thinking about signing up for the military, ask them why.  Defending your country or fighting for the rights of others is a lot different from kicking some camel jockey ass.  The sort of person that thinks that way would do his country the greatest service by not having children.

Heavy.

I wonder if I get into the heavy topics here because I spend the day writing comedy and trying to make my daughter laugh…

Hey, let me ask you this – do you read all the words, or do you just check out the pics and tl;dr?

Sleep well, dear reader.  I hope your tomorrow is pretty great.  I’ma get x-rayed to see if I have a broken chest.

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Shiny Tellys

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Shiny Tellys

Short short post tonight.  Dude’s gotta sleep.  But we unpacked our Telly awards tonight.  Aren’t they shiny.  We won for production company and promo piece (our own, naturally).  We kinda rock at stuff.  The People say so.  Thank you very much for your votes.  It’s just that kind of encouragement that keeps us going, so please don’t ever hold back.

In other news, the blustery nor’easter on the heels of Hurricane Sandy is currently dumping heavy, wet snow on New York.  Only an inch or so is sticking around so far, but I do not like imagining what all those without power or even homes are doing right now.  Stay warm, neighbors.  This too shall pass.

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