I’m listening to Ben Fold’s “You to Thank” right now, and since I am limited in what I can pick for Sonific I’m going to put it on here today for you to choose to listen to if’n you want.

We had a pretty good weekend. We got to see our favoritest New Yorkers while we watched K-State get shafted by blatant SEC homer ref calling (ok, Casey, I’m done) and enjoyed our favorite collegiate drink/shot. Really though, we do do more than drink when we see Sam and Misty, I promise. I mean, we eat too.

There were a couple BBQs with the neighbors, which is always fun. We were laughing though, because we knew we had morphed fully into parenting when one of the guys found himself sitting in the living room with all the kids singing ‘Wheels on the Bus’. And all week I had a book sitting on the counter that I was waiting to read until after I finished Illuminated, so I was jonesing to go to bed and start reading last night. I remember the book from high school, and was excited to re-read about Heathcliff and Catherine. Well, I got into bed and noticed the book had a Model-T on the cover. That’s odd. And the jacket was talking about Oklahomans in the dustbowl and I was like, wha? Then I realized my blockhead checked out Grapes of Wrath from the library instead of Wuthering Heights. Huh. Oh well.

And lastly I want to make a bet that by the end of the week my MIL will have seen the recent announcement – which I’ve heard before, so I don’t know how this is new news – that kids shouldn’t watch more than 2 hours of TV a day, and she’ll call me to tell me about it. We don’t watch a whole lot of TV (and regardless, Jack gets so much of his language from scripting from his videos I stopped worrying a while back), but I get reminded of this by my MIL every few months. And I always find the convos hypocritical considering she brings movies over to watch when they babysit, but whatever. It’s all good. Just wanted to claim it for future Itoldyouso points.

So that’s all. Happy Tuesday everyone and enjoy some random pictures!

Jack has enormously large Jon-sized feet

Shoe Man

Jon, Sammy, me and D-Wall before the game went downhill*


*Misty, I’m sorry that the only picture we got with you is messed up, and Sam, there is no way I’m posting that one with you and Jon. I’ll send it to you for your wall.