Half Shirts/Half Assed Post

The term half shirts brought in 9 readers on Monday June 22nd alone. Interesting. I wonder what prompted people to Google half shirts. Perhaps I should write about half shirts everyday to keep the traffic coming on in. For example:

Half Shirt News of the Day-
Remember in the 90's when men wore those mesh half shirts? With some sort of neon hat and Hammer pants? Didn't Will Smith wear a half shirt?

on babies

The other day I showed Jim a picture of a newborn baby (of course I did) with a full head of hair and said "she's adorable, but I don't want our baby to be born with any hair." He replied very quickly, "Oh no, me neither. I want like a Charlie Brown."

"Like a Charlie Brown?" Good grief, boys are weird.

KillMeItsMonday

I woke up with the sun on Saturday morning convinced that I needed to go to work. Within seconds, panic and dread had been replaced with joy. It was just Saturday...two more mornings left. This morning when I woke up with the sun, I thought to myself, "say it ain't so." Ok, so it was more like, "oh hell fucking no." The dread returned. After a lengthy vacation and a break from the office for a few days prior (while in Chicago on business) I would have to return. Return to people saying stupid things like, "back to work" or asking "are you rested?" Rested? I am of generation whatever (what generation am I a part of?) I will never be rested. I never, ever look forward to heading back to work. I could lie in bed until 10 every morning for the rest of my life.

Well amidst all of this sunshine and lollipops, I saw a man who had appeared to have been pulled over, getting taken away in handcuffs. At 8:30 am. Gee, I thought I was having a rough morning.

Perspective.

4th of July 2009

yesterday i told my niece ava that i would take her to the beach after i finished my drink. within 30 seconds she asked "aunt brooke, when will you be done drinking?" to which i replied: "never ava, never."

i am oh so blah. blah is not good. i just returned from 5 days in san diego....end of vacation blues? i missed JJ terribly, until he peed in the dining room right in front of me (payback for leaving him with his great-grandmom). i was hungry, until i splashed tomato sauce all over the kitchen. i was psyched about heading to the shore tomorrow to catch up with family and celebrate the 4th, until i saw the condition of this house. 

as silly as it sounds i am so bummed about these awesome eyeglasses that i bought in la jolla/san diego. i had them in my possession for all of an hour and poof they're gone. i was even thinking about over paying for lenses so that i can get them done today at one of those mall places. jim really, really loved them too...which is a bonus. $250 literally down the tube and i am still without a pair of eyeglasses (that haven't had the temples eaten away by a certain furry creature with insanely sharp teeth). 

i am so over not having a pool in my yard. i grew up with a big built in pool for most of my life. now all of these trees shade the yard from the sun. i miss the sun. i love, love, love lying in the sun. reading in the sun, laughing in the sun, drinking in the sun. i am usually the one defending this house to jim, but today, i hate it too. 

oh and speaking of  jim, he is so grumpy i want to stab him. like one of those days when i walk around thinking "what the fuck did i do?!"

this was a lovely comeback blog, no?