gratuitous picture of a failed retinal scan
gratuitous picture of mumblelard’s snow day orange hat shower optional bed head
(image via floyd)
southern snowstorm
Archival photograph from the biggest snow day we have had in Atlanta (even better than this one). It was not good sledding snow, but it was perfect for rolling huge snow man torsos and crunchy exploding snowballs. The dirty dirty is supposed to get wicked cold next week, so maybe we will get to do it again.
(left to right: floyd, orangina, mumblelard, fallie, finn)
are you the king of anything? king of the lanes at the local bowling alley? king of the trolls? king of a clandestine land found under your floorboards? on a scale of one to ten what would you consider the likelihood of you being assassinated?(quote via stranger than fiction, image via committee for the usurpation of mumblelards)
gratuitous picture of mumblelard’s commuting demeanor
Intense yet blank, eight hours a week, one thousand two hundred miles a month.
gratuitous picture of mumblelard and fallie on the day after thanksgiving
Fallie tops the tree on the odd years, but as soon as one of them is as tall as me, I get a turn again.
gratuitous picture of mumblelard in the former ice cream factory
gratuitous picture of a couch nap
gratuitous picture of the double piggy back takedown banned in seven states
Obviously they forfeited the match and I won by default, but my back is still saying that I lost.
gratuitous picture of a delicate flower (with bed head)
In our house, calling someone a “delicate flower” attributes to them the most witheringly frail degree of contemptible wimpiness, but I have to admit* my excessive sensitivity to these stupid time changes. If I were to assemble a list of optimistic responses to the imminent end of civilization as we know it, I would have to put the demise of daylight savings time near the top of the list.
*I can admit it here in this forum but never to those blond demons that I live with. One hint of weakness and they will surely attack.
peer pressure is a witch
Finn, Fallie, and Floyd were all witches of one sort or another this year, but I put off my costume choice until the last minute. As I was going through the trunk of costumes and dress-up clothes, I tried on this “Desperate Gossip” wig, and the girls would not let me look any further; they decided that I had to be a witch too. Floyd thinks that the wig frames my face in a flattering way, but Finn and Fall just thought I looked creepy. At least one neighbor girl, that I have known since she was born, refused to speak to me for the duration of the evening. I suppose that is an indication of a certain type of success.
gratuitous flowers in the attic
be seeing you
We have two wedding anniversaries…its a long story.
reverend kalvin augustus mumblelard
Last night, as I lay in bed, sleepless and contemplating the book I am reading, brooding about unemployment, begging for clarity, anticipating the approaching birthday of my youngest daughter, and dreading the troubles that life will inevitably bring her, the image of this certificate of ordination, the product of an eight plus year old whim, appeared to me.
I suppose I was thumbing my nose at the credentials of every minister I resented for wasting my time during the interval of my minority, taking a jab at the keepers responsible for my pew bound confinement. I know I was contemplating vocations, avocations, purpose, callings, and this certificate was part of a sarcastic abandonment of that whole line of thought, a realization that no revelation was forthcoming.
Now, a scant decade later, I find myself stuck in the same and again unproductive cognitive loop, but last night there was a small revelation. I have looked at this certificate hanging over my desk daily for nearly nine years; I can see it from where I am sitting now, and it occurred to me only last night that this would have been the exact period when my youngest daughter was conceived. At the same time I was fruitlessly struggling with unanswerable questions, I was also making fruitful decisions that have ultimately made my life richer.
I wonder what actions I am taking now will seem most significant on future reflection. What am I doing that will change my life the most? And also, I really really hope this isn’t some subconscious revelation that Floyd is pregnant again. I am not ready for another one.
