Friday, August 29, 2008
The black dude picked an old-timey liberal as his running mate. He's talking about change and "eight is enough."
The old white dude picked a chick as his running mate. A chick from Alaska where there are about 300 registered voters. He's talking about...?
I'm not really sure what the old white dude is talking about. The press doesn't seem to report much about him.
Anyway, the choice seems clear.
I'm voting for...
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
A car drives in and parks next to another. A man climbs out of his car and opens the passenger door. Children climb out.
Hugs are exchanged.
A woman climbs out of the other car and opens her passenger doors. The children take a one last look at their dad and climb into mom's car.
In the best cases a few pleasantries are exchanged. Sometimes the parents can't manage even that.
They drive away only to repeat the ritual in two weeks.
Friday, August 22, 2008
I took her to In-N-Out for lunch.
I was probably ten years old before I jumped off this diving board. Abigail jumped, swam to the side and did it again. Over and over.
Two very handsome men sitting by the pool.
That kid is hard to pin down.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tomorrow is the opening day of the 2008-2009 English Premier League.
Can ManUtd repeat as champions? Can Chelsea get back on track under Scolari? Will this be the year for Liverpool to win domestically? Will the young Arsenal players fulfill their potential from last year? Will Newcastle finally prove they are a "big" club by winning something?
Will Verizon FIOS stop advertising "The Manchester United Red Devils host the Newcastle Magpies" or "The Arsenal Gunners take on the Fulham Cottagers at Craven Cottage"?
Seriously, these are not American teams like the Packers, Devil Rays, or Dodgers.
These are football clubs with histories stretching back over a hundred years. They have roots buried deep in their communities.
Anyway, I'll finally have something to watch on TV again.
As they get closer, they realize they recognize him.
He's some famous guy named Stephen Hawking.
I guess he's a theoretical physicist or something. I hear he wrote a book or two.
And no, they did not bring me back a football jersey. I wanted an Aston Villa one this time.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
It's called Parmigiano Reggiano.
It's good. Real good. It's not quite "Jesus" good but probably "Mother Teresa" or "Gandhi" good. That's pretty good.
Real Parmigiano is made near Parma by real Italian dairyman with mustaches and big rubber boots. They mold the cheese into big wheels and stamp "Parmigiano Reggiano" around the outer edge. And then they stuff them into caves or barns or somewhere cool and dry and and age them for at least 18 months.
It develops a thin rind around the edges to protect the salty, tangy, grainy goodness inside.
You may have had Parmesan cheese before. You probably opened a plastic bottle with a well known American brand name emblazoned across the front and shook it on your spaghetti. It was okay. It's cheese after all. But it's not the real deal.
Do yourself a favor. Go to your local grocer and buy a wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano (look for the stamp on the rind). The last wedge I bought was priced at 15 bucks a pound. It's not cheap but the best things in life aren't free. And it lasts forever - a little goes a long way.
I grate it fine with the rind on edge. It grates a little rind into the cheese but you'll never notice and you won't waste any cheese. It is so good. Or break off a chunk and let it melt in your mouth (don't bother trying to cut it).
You won't be sorry.
Thanks for being you Mom.
And have a great trip down on the train. We can't wait to see you.
Tabitha received a notice of suspension from the DMV today. She will not be able to drive starting on Tuesday.
It's going to be a challenge to do all the things we need to. We are going to have to rely on the kindness of friends and family.
Thursday, August 7, 2008
We had our breakfast with the characters at Storytellers Cafe again and then went to Toon Town.
That's the cutest pumpkin face I've ever seen.
The ever popular Goofy.
We had lunch at the Wine Country Trattoria in California Adventure. It was a nice change from the usual burger, fries and coke. This was the best lasagna I've eaten. Ever. Or maybe it was the glass of pinot noir I washed it down with.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Aidan was not so patient.
This is my favorite pizza.
I saw Mommy do it this way.