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  • I’m A Creep

    Ok first things first, F@#* bombs are flying in this song.  So no sweet little faint of hearts need bother listening to this one. Tamara and I had a lot of fun recording this one.  It really benefits from Tamara’s driving slow groove, which is coming along quite nicely I must say.  This was the […]

  • Policy of Truth

    Life can be terrific and terrible simultaneously.  That has certainly had proof of concept in our goings on in 2011.  I stumbled on this song and started working it out just because.  I have never adored Depeche Mode… they’ve always been the more danceable cousin of things I actually held dear to my heart and […]

  • We DID Celebrate Christmas!

    Life has been a challenge lately.  We have a variety of relationship issues (relationships outside of our own with friends and family, not our marriage, that is) and dealing with all of that stuff plus losing Calvin was a major blow to our holiday season, and just to life in general.  So after Calvin passed, […]

  • Chicken Dinner

    The kids are upstairs brushing teeth and washing up. Apparently it was a race because I just heard Jude protesting, “That’s not winner, winner chicken dinner, Gigi!”.

  • How to Make a REAL Sno-Cone

    Well, the first step is the most difficult.  You have to broker a deal with Mother Nature and get her to dump enough snow on your lawn to cover up all the gross stuff so you can eat CLEAN snow.  I’m not going to tell you what we did to arrange for this little snow […]


This is the archive for January, 2012.


Gigi Said

  • Topless Tapas 2012-11-03 18:44:52-

    Tami was leaving to go out with her friend and the kids begged to go with her. I said, "you don't want to go with mom, she is going to the Tapas bar and we are going to stay here and play games."

    Gigi stiffened, "That's weird", she said as she blushed. I processed fast and realized the problem. "TAPAS bar. It means 'small plate', not TOPLESS bar!"

Jude Said

  • Nicknames 2013-01-04 21:30:33-

    The checker at the store asked our always conversational little boy what his name was. He replied "Jude" then added "but sometimes they call me pumpkin brown". LOL.

    And they are right. We call him that after the folksong that we sing sometimes.

A long time ago…