Oh, and as for Motown: apparently my dad loved it. When I went through his vinyls few months ago I was all "Dad! I never knew you were into Motown!". He replied with "what's Motown?", and I just pointed on 3 of the vinyls around me (Supremes, Aretha and Aretha and Marvin Gaye), "this".

Now I want a Buffista Motown collection. And go through some Stax shit.

I have skipped a lot.

I know to say YAY Tom. But that's about it. and ~ma to Susie.

I'm helping take care of my nephew aka The cutest baby eVER (sorry buffista babies, it's true).

Last night I was holding him and flipping through the channels and we got to SCI FI , Star Trek Enterprise was on and his eyes locked right on, not sure if he could see but he's head was turned toward the tv and when a commercial came on he turned his head back.

So trekkie in the making! Whoo!

Right now he's been fed, he's propped up on his bobby making noises at himself and we're hoping he'll go back down to sleep.

We'll see. Mom got made at me becuase I refered to him as the Vominator, but this kid... it doesn't matter if he's been breast or bottle fed, he throws up after eating a bit more than you normally see.

I'm not talking cute little baby spit up, but near projectile vomiting. He has range with that.

I've gotten hit several times,The doctor says that's just how he is, but Mom worries.

Askye, of course Mom worries. That's part of the job description. Have fun with the little guy, and good luck ducking.

So, I woke up at 4:30, tried and tried and tried to get back to sleep, finally did about half an hour before the alarm went off. Stupid weird work schedule.

finally did about half an hour before the alarm went off.

I have a normal work schedule and this happens to me all the time.

House ~ma, Suzi!

house~ma, Suzi. I really hope it works out.

My Bobby was that way, askye. We called him 'back at ya Bobby' when he was wee. Same diet as his brother, nothing but breast milk for months, wouldn't hold anything down for long. His brother has maybe thrown up 3 times in 16 years. Bobby, still more often than most people.

No alarm and I slept in late. Still thinking about heading back to the comfy pillows.

Mr Peabody wants me to go outside and play. It's 28 degrees, dog. Get a grip.

Ginger, your dog is INSANE, obviously. Cute, but insane.

am showered and getting ready to head in for another day of fun. Today we get to record the backing vocals to all the songs they sing in the show. Which means I get to sit under headphones and listen to the 1980's samples from a Casio VL-tone keyboard. Yipee!

Yes, this post is DRIPPING in sarcasm. What I'd much rather do is avoid the 43º chill and stay curled up in bed.

Wow, Tom is super-ultra popular right now! About time!

Ginger, based on the 'fo you gave, I'd say dye your hair tomorrow. What will make us dyeing twins, cause I am also dyeing my hair tomorrow, because...

A friend of mine is moving to Seattle, and his going away party tonight is at his boss' super-cool pad. The Evite reminder just came reminding us to bring suits for the hot tub.

Query: Would it be rude and anti-social if I spent the ENTIRE party in the hot tub? I am tempted to just wear my terry robe and swimmies, and pour myself and drink and stake out territory for about 6 hours.

I have been dreaming about a hot tub for my shoulders and back for about the last six weeks (well, the full dream involves a hot tub, a cool shower with mint soap, a 2 hour, 2 masseuse full body massage and 12 hours of sleep on a feather bed, followed by breakfast in bed with Jamaican Blue coffee, Belgian waffles with strawberries, and country bacon. Followed by a foot rub and a nap.)