Year: 2008
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My Brother. He Lives in Beijing.
Did you know that my brother moved to China? It’s true. He lives in Beijing. He used to work on Wall Street. (Remember this?) Now he’s learning Chinese. (Mandarin, I think.) He has a blog. And he’s threatening to shut it down, which would suck because it’s really the only way I get to hear…
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8 Months Old!
Emory started crawling yesterday. He crawls while on the rug but the wooden floor is still designated for commando baby. But that’s OK because commando baby makes me laugh. I’m not ready to say goodbye to commando baby yet. I had to say goodbye to fake coughing baby, drunk babbling old man baby, and shrieking…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 39)
This post is dedicated to Jen and Mike who had to say goodbye to someone very special last week. I have a bad habit of not realizing how much I’m going to miss a part of my life until it passes me by. I get nostalgic over everything even “bad” times, depressing times. For example,…
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There is Something in the Air Today
The last time I had a strange sensation about a day, two planes flew into the World Trade Center. The thing about that was I never said it out loud and so I wasn’t sure if I thought I had the sensation ahead of time or if I decided I had the sensation ahead of…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 38)
If somebody from Animal Planet contacted you about taking part in a reality TV show about pet weight-loss (Biggest Loser for pets) would you consider it? Murray’s so fat! Speaking of Murray… TobyJoe and I have talked about how Murray will most likely be considered Emory’s first childhood pet. Tucker and Pookum are much older…
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Clearing the Air.
Someone left a comment (anonymously, of course) on the last post I wrote calling me a racist. It bummed me out enough that I haven’t wanted to approach this Web site all weekend. At first I thought, who cares what this coward anonymously wrote on my Web site, but then I realized that others may…
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A Shiver Runs Through It.
No matter how many times I remind myself to do otherwise, I find myself out of the house at the very same moment every school in Williamsburg and Greenpoint is letting out. Yesterday, I did it again. Imagine you’re a guppy wading through a river with your young and a school of piranha are released…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 37)
It takes anywhere from five to 15 minutes for Murray to take a poop. It’s never an easy, in ‘n out kind of deal. I think he plans for it, actually, like a vacation or a picnic in the park. I’m usually in bed or watching something REALLY IMPORTANT on the television whenever he decides…
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Tuesdays With Murray (Chapter 36)
I was going to write a story to go along with this photo, but I think the photo speaks for itself. Murray does this every single time we bathe Emory. Even after Emory begins to flap his arms and fling water everywhere, Murray remains. Someday when Emory’s older and he and his friend Jim Brown…
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I Write This As He Screams.
Emory has been sick. He got a cold the day before we left for Florida, kicked it the day before we headed back north, and then got another one from one of the 4 billion kids we saw while we were away. He’s been cranky. Wiping his nose has become one of the most impossible…
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