Posted on November 10, 2009
Criminality Gave Trey The Pink Eye!
The perilous landscape of daycare is fraught with danger at every turn. There’s the big kid who steals the bouncy balls from smaller kids, then laughs with delight as they cry bitter tears of crestfallen shame. There’s the stinky kid, whose parents believe that baths are things that happen to other people, and then there are kids like the boy with the perpetually snotty nose, the girl who’s discovered the childhood art of gleeking and so goes about misting everyone with her saliva, and the guy in who sits in the corner eating paste and licking his shoes. It is not a place for the timid or the easily infected, as all manner of disease and malfeasance run rampant through the echoing corridors of any given daycare facility. Recently, and sadly, Trey fell victim to one of the most pernicious and omnipresent forces of darkness that daycare buildings harbor like unseen bacterial terrorists: he came down with pink eye. Read More
Posted on November 9, 2009
The Honeymooners, or: Pow! Right In The Kisser!
The honeymoon is over. I know this not simply because another Monday has dawned over a new week like a searing nuclear blast of fissionable suffering (as Mondays so often do), but because Brittany and I spent Thursday night through Sunday night wrapped in the warm embrace of our official Honeymooning period. During this time, we enjoyed the sights and sounds and all the best that New England has to offer. Or, we took in the rustic pleasures of Austin, TX or the cosmopolitan glitz and glamour of industrial Houston. Our exact destination depends on who you ask and which lie we told, but truthfully we never left the comfort of our own home. Read More
Posted on November 3, 2009
The Wedding, With Pictures And Minimal Snark!
It’s picture pages day here at Coquetting Tarradiddles, and I’ve got a dozen or so wedding photos to share with the quivering horde of my readership. I’ll (try and fail to) go light on the prose and heavy on the visual aids today, so let’s get started. For the less net-savvy amongst you, remember that you can click on any picture for a larger version. The first photo up for viewing was taken after the ceremony, during the interminable period of posing that follows any wedding, where the same smile must be replicated without end as the infinite combinations of interchangeable people are interchanged and combined before the blinding strobes of incessantly exploding flashbulbs and plaintive requests to ‘hold that pose and say cheese!’ People say it’s a long journey to the altar, but this is misleading. The longest journey is, in fact, walking away from the altar, as friends and family are arranged around you in every possible order in a twisted photographic version of a jumbled Rubik’s Cube. Eventually, owing to the expense of film in the past and now, presumably, to the limited battery life of digital cameras, the voracious appetite of the photographer is sated and the wedding can proceed to the reception. Read More
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