mom: You got a new brother, his name is Mareno.

me: What?

mom: And a new CD. I'll send you a copy.

More later.

Update, 05/23/09: His name is Mareno, he lives in Guatemala, and he just fell into a goldmine of care packages to be sent his way from "some nice lady in Mississippi."  Hope he really meant it when he said he liked soccer.

I'm just sayin'.

It's not always a bowl of cherries, 

but the rally is sweet.*

*Thank you, Susan. xo - b

image source: Daily Heller Print

China: Not so big anymore.

Hey.
When my mother calls it, she calls it.

Note: If you read past the first sentence of the first link,

you may temporarily lose your eyesight.

And your hearing. I know I did.

Knowledge Today source: Knowledge @ Wharton

The Expandable Mobile Mini House

What a rare and beautiful thing,

when you find exactly what you dreamed for:

exactly what I want.

observation no. 30198345.b.v4

People who preface an opinion with "I don't dislike it, but..." 
probably do dislike it.
A lot. 

Finally, a photo contest I can sink my teeth into. 

(Sorry, I'm in gooby headline mode today. And everyday, really.)

She's 10 years and 2 months old, and so am I.

hannah: "try this."

me: "What is it?"

hannah: "it's a special taffy, strawberry banana with peanut butter. or something. maybe it's cotton candy."

me: "Call me crazy, but I don't like strawberry and banana flavors together."

hannah: "you'll like it. trust me."

me: "I'm working on my own piece. It's like, I don't even know what, something with lemon, but it's pink."

hannah: "please, taste it. please? it tastes JUST like potpourri. and trust me: i know what potpourri tastes like."

I miss Hannah. Her mom? Not so much after all, I guess.

An open letter to the guy in Apartment 42,

Thank you, for at least closing your mini-blinds. I was becoming a little too concerned as to why you hadn't made your bed up with sheets in well over a week. And to be honest, I've been growing more apprehensive by the day that you might decide to lounge about in your unawareness and your allness. But you've drawn closed the blinds now, which is great a success as this is a step in the right direction for you and mainly for me. But let me introduce you to the ancient art of shadow puppetry.

It is an ancient form of storytelling and entertainment using opaque, often articulated figures in front of an illuminated backdrop to create the illusion of moving images. It is popular in various cultures. At present, more than 20 countries are known to have shadow show troupes, and I believe you are unwittingly starring in your own performance in your own country known as Nakedmanland.

What I'm suggesting to you is pants. Or perhaps a table lamp instead of the overhead lamp, which is very, very bright. And you are very, very frightening me. Once again: maybe a can of Slimfast every now and then, and a bit more decorum, and pants will do very, very nicely. It's just a thought.