Oh, Ha

This is one of those things that you shouldn't laugh at, but I can't help doing it anyway. I know that I can't be the only one who adores when all things politically incorrect get the historical treatment.

Farewell, Molly

Did it. Sold Kailee's beloved Mazda, Molly. I'm comforted that she's going to a good home (the car, not Kailee), a cute couple with three little boys. Lisa, the new owner, is quite excited about her car.

I'm slightly less excited.

I'm not sure what it is-- it is, after all, just a car, but...

Ok, I'll admit it. As long as Molly was in the driveway, I could pretend that Kailee was just on an extended trip. But now, the empty driveway sends me a very clear message. Kailee has moved away.

Lest anyone think I'm crying on my keyboard as I type this, let me assure you I am more intrigued than depressed. After all, I've never sent a child into the world, so all this is new. I'm excited for Kailee, and feel completely comfortable with her readiness for college and beyond. And of course I miss her, terribly. It's an odd feeling, trying to reconcile both emotions. I feel like an ice cream cone, a chocolate and vanilla twist.

If I were Paul McCartney I could turn all of this into a great song for the ages. Here, I give a heavy sigh at my inadequate attempts to capture the place I'm at. But more than that, talk of chocolate and vanilla ice cream has me craving a trip to Dairy Queen.

[whatever]

It's a rule, apparently, to keep a public journal, so I've made a lazy post to satisfy the requirement for making an update once every year or so. My life since the last update will be the sort-of topic. Whatever.

Over the course of the week, I discovered my my new favorite video of all time. It. Is. Incredible. And funny. Even if I'll never Sigur Ros live (sigh), I can always entertain myself with this.

Jet's Big Day, the day of his rabies shots, was pulled off with success. Success with Jet comes about as often as an opportunity to attend a Sigur Ros, but Jet was a good boy who did not (as in, failed) to eat the cat in front of him in line to get his shot at the clinic. And he took his shot like a gentleman. Good boy, Jet. We took him to Petco as part deux of his Big Day and he had an accident in the store. But he got a bone that's buried somewhere in the backyard. Somewhere. With the chunks of tree, pieces of grill, and deceased pets of years past. He'll dig it up someday.

And finally some quality comedy from Hugh and Stephen- can't go wrong there or here or here.