For Steph: [link] This is a wall in Burbank, across from the theater and the Buffalo Wing place.

That is EXCELLENT!

HA! I saw it and immediately thought of you. I don't know if you can tell, but the entire thing is covered with all sorts of punctuation marks. FUN.

Seriously, bobsled doods, I know you're world class athletes but couldn't you put a little skirt on that thing?

I wonder what it would be like to be a man and feel that comfortable in my body. I know its not a universal truth, but I've seen hundreds and thousands of shirtless men who, were they women, wouldn't even be seen sleeveless nevermind in a bikini top.

I don't know if you can tell, but the entire thing is covered with all sorts of punctuation marks. FUN.

I could see some of them. That is a damn fine wall.

A lot of the animal-friendly claims on egg cartons aren't actually regulated in the US.

I buy the Farmers Hen House eggs, which I haven't found any bad reports about. I don't ask for the hens to have a perfect life; I just don't what them to suffer the torture of a chicken factory.

Just about everybody that I know who is raising kids vegetarian or vegan says that, around kindergarten age, they all go through a vegan evangelist phase. Frequently leading to things like a five-year-old announcing at Thanksgiving dinner, "Grandpa, you shouldn't eat that, because it's a dead bird, and birds deserve to live because animals are our friends."

When I was a kid, my best friend's brother (about 6) went through a vegetarian phase after learning that hamburgers came from cows. This lasted about a week until he realized that being a vegetarian meant having to eat his vegetables.

Huh. Was thinking of farm chores just now. I still have dreams about doing chores pretty regularly - usually I dream about being up in the hayloft, throwing hay or straw down for the cows to eat or sleep on. Knocking down hay or straw was kinda' fun - you could start little avalanches of the stuff. (We didn't bale our hay; we chopped it and blew it up into the barn in huge piles that reached the ceilings.) And if the hay piles were all hard to knock bits off, we'd use a hay-fork that had the tines bent 90 degrees to pull down hay above our heads.

Maybe someday I should just walk into some guy's dairy farm and ask if I can throw some hay down for the cows....

I gave Mister Kitty a bath. His fur was looking awful and the dandruff was bad. Thank god he is a cat who LOVES a blow dry. Still cranky and slightly damp, but he made out with the hairdryer.

When I was a kid, my best friend's brother (about 6) went through a vegetarian phase after learning that hamburgers came from cows. This lasted about a week until he realized that being a vegetarian meant having to eat his vegetables.

HA! That's pretty funny.

Noah, I think has already has inkling where his food comes from as we tend to say things like, "It's chicken! Bawk bawk!" Or "No, that's not bawk bawk chicken, that's pig chicken" (or cow chicken).

We're sorting clothes for consignment. this blows. I AM not doing this again. I don't think. Until it's time to sell the crib.

We're sorting clothes for consignment. this blows.

I dunno. I'm kind of envious. The one kids' consignment store I know of in SF went under the week before I got all our stuff sorted out. OTOH, I suppose our loss will be Kalliope's gain (it's all 6-18M stuff, so probably all too small for Gracie--though I do have some bigger girl things set aside for her as well; Matilda hasn't even had a chance to wear most of the warm weather stuff).