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From Ebay via Duncan…

You are bidding on a mistake.
We all make mistakes. We date the wrong people for too long. We chew gum with our mouths open. We say inappropriate things in front of grandma.
And we buy leather pants.
I can explain these pants and why they are in my possession. I bought them many, many years ago under the spell of a woman whom I believed to have taste. She suggested I try them on. I did. She said they looked good. I wanted to have a relationship of sorts with her. Im stupid and prone to impulsive decisions. I bought the pants.
The relationship, probably for better, never materialized. The girl, whose name I cant even recall, is a distant memory. I think she was short.
Ultimately the pants were placed in the closet where they have remained, unworn, for nearly a decade. I would like to emphasize that: Aside from trying these pants on, they have never, ever been worn. In public or private.
I have not worn these leather pants for the following reasons:
I am not a member of Queen.I do not like motorcycles.I am not Rod Stewart.I am not French.I do not cruise for transvestites in an expensive sports car.
These were not cheap leather pants. They are Donna Karan leather pants. Theyre for men. Brave men, I would think. Perhaps tattooed, pierced men. In fact, Ill go so far as to say you either have to be very tough, very gay, or very famous to wear these pants and get away with it.
Again, theyre mens pants, but theyd probably look great on the right lady. Ladies can get away with leather pants much more often than men can. Its a sad fact that men who own leather pants will have to come to terms with.
They are size 34×34. I am no longer size 34×34, so even were I to suddenly decide I was a famous gay biker I would not be able to wear these pants. These pants are destined for someone else. For reasons unknown – perhaps to keep my options open, in case I wanted to become a pirate – I have shuffled these unworn pants from house to house, closet to closet. Alas, it is now time to part ways so that I may use the extra room for any rhinestone-studded jeans I may purchase in the future.
These pants are in excellent condition. They were never taken on pirate expeditions. They werent worn onstage. They didnt straddle a Harley, or a guy named Harley. They just hung there, sad and ignored, for a few presidencies.
Someone, somewhere, will look great in these pants. Im hoping that someone is you, or that you can be suckered into buying them by a girl youre trying to bed.
Please buy these leather pants.

Stock.Xchng does free digital stock photography. Don’t forget next time Arwen comes looking for something.

Just sitting here watching the Daily Show, and I thought I’d just take a moment and reflect on what a great day we all had. Mostly because of a little outage that we had to go out for a little trip for a checkup for Arwen. Everything’s cool, her blood pressure is cool, and Tate’s cool. Yay them!
Okay, so after we did that (Rip and I sat in the waiting room, reading a Sesame Street book that was ANCIENT – with old scary skinny Big Bird and some sorta GREEN Grover-look-a-like in it.

It was awesome,) we wandered down to the Toys’R’Us looking for a dinosaur costume for Rip. We found one dragon one that was pretty good, but then we found a wicked Dinosaur costume that was… too small. POOP!
So, as any normal 3.5y/o would, Ripley had a massive melt-down about not buying a Thomas the Tank Engine, of course. We ended up outside the store while Arwen paid for the burp cloths ($9 for 4 of them?) with me talking to Rip like a Negotiator because he was already “Timed Out” of being in the store, but I couldn’t send him to a room anywhere (A’s got a post about what we’ve been doing to R’s head as of late) unless you want to count me sending him to the baby section.
(Commercial Note To Self: Tommy Lee Goes to College – God Help Us All)
Cameron Diaz is on the Daily Show now, pumping “In Her Shoes” and she’s got some really REALLY bad hair. I’m not a huge fan of hers in the first place, but seriously, who’d she piss off in the green room to go on-stage looking like that.
Arwen’s falling asleep in the glider chair ’cause Tate’s toasty warm, and cute as hell, and gets this look on his face like Bernard on Black’s Books when he asked for a sandwich with pickles and was told “sure.” Pure bliss.
got totally sidetracked, and will have to talk about the day later…

“Spark” is here, and it’s three days later, and we’re home now. Cute little boy, Arwen’s blog has the first photo. More updates in a bit, but I’ve gotta make pancakes for Rip and I.

Arwen’s doing really well, and the contractions are around 4-5 minutes apart, 50s+, and are getting pretty intense, all of which is good. Lots of sitting around and reading stupid magazines (People, Cosmo, InTouch, Lifestyle, Walrus, Star, Wired, Geist), and then Arwen going “okay, time” and everyone jumping to their battle stations (me rubbing back and shoulders, Emma helping talk her through the contraction, Grammas being there for emotional support).

Doing well, more reports later.

In the meantime, you can giggle at our friend Sam’s Photoshop silliness:

Arwen went into labour with baby #2 this morning (Saturday) at around 4:30am, and she’s progressing nicely. Further news as events (and Internet access) warrant. We’re hoping that this time it takes a lot less time (was 30+ hours last time), and a lot less back (back labour last time).

Think happy thoughts for us.

Rules:

1. Go into your archive.

2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).

3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).

4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.

Here’s mine:

She gets sad when she gets sick, y’know?

Notes and photos compiled by a member of the Texas Army National Guard.
The very first photo gives you an idea of what people saw as Katrina headed straight for them..

Click here to see the story and pictures.

via email sent around the office here at work…

Ever wondered what it’s like to be an ESL teacher/tutor in Vancouver? Who talks about vibrators with people in the UK? With a 4096-bit vocabulary? And belly-dances? While thinking about how to keep little Asian folks from trying to make friends with coyotes?

Wonder no more. Liz has start bloggin’. Go check her out

Christmas came early this year.
Check this link out to see where our money goes….