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Cocoon

So, my folks tell me, "Peri, dad has to do some work on the house."  Okay, fine.  But then they kick me out of my room!  I tried to get back in there but my old man has built this "cocoon" and I'm trapped on the other side.  So then I get hauled off to Ohio about nine different times.  No biggie, I mean, I like staying at Nana's house.  Every time I come home there is this enormous pile of wreckage in the backyard and 'Jas' is looking like Al Jolson.  "It's going to be nice," they keep telling me.  Well, I may only be two, but give me a break.  I finally got a look at the other side of the cocoon, and I don't think Jas knows what he's doing. Our house looks like a burned out building down by the docks.  I think I saw some feral cats scatter when we opened the door.  I'll let you be the judge.

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That Peri is such a little trooper!

Some people know where they want to be buried

On the eve of my birthday, I'm thinking a little more about life and death. Mostly life, in case anyone was concerned. But it's hard not to think about how freakin' fast time flies past and how I really don't even understand how "old" I am, but I do know that I'm basically hurtling toward the end of my life much faster than I sense I was before this point.

I've been spending a lot of time recently at a senior living center/nursing facility where my mom works part-time. Growing up, my mom and I regularly used to visit area nursing homes just to visit people. I have no idea what spurred this pasttime; I suspect it had something to do with the fact that it was close to the laundrymat and we needed to kill some time. Who knows. What I do know is that we spent a lot of time there, and I became very comfortable with peeking my head into every room and saying hello to random people, singing songs, playing the piano dancing-- whatever struck my fancy. I also remember that these places reeked of some awful fragrance designed to cover up a lot of other human odors that apparently were less pleasant than the overpowering stench of fabricated "good smell." (I wonder)...

Anyway, this place my mom now works is awesome, and I don't say that cavalierly. I've spent a lot of time visiting these facilities, both as a hobby, as a service project in high school, and because many people in my life have wound up living in these facilities at the end of their lives. This place is 1000% better than any of them, and I honestly love hanging out here. They are so laid back and accepting, and they apparently don't mind that I come here on a regular basis to watch cable TV (mostly Ohio State football games), enjoy the activities (dude, they have a room set up just for Wii Fit and another room that's a giant theater with La-Z-Boys and a huge screen) and now, to do my work when I'm away from home (free wireless Internet access!)

So while some people know where they want to be buried, I'm happy knowing that I just want to retire to this little place in Nerk, Ahia, and I won't worry about what happens after that.

J-j-j-j-j-ohnstown

My first night alone away from Jason and Peri since Peri was born... and it's at a Holiday Inn in Johnstown. Somehow I feel like I could have done better. No offense, J-tahn.

We've made it to the big time

I had to come out of a long posting retirement to say: WOOP!

Peri made it to the front picture on Vox today. Go, Peri, go!  (And I can take credit for the picture).

Love you, Lovebug!

Our child not left behind, either

We thought about letting her stay there, but then thought better of it.

This is the entryway to the U.S. Department of Edumacation. There are so many things I can say about this, but I won't.

Where's the freakin' KttD audio, Vanna?

Ok, my friends. It's been awhile since I've had a coherent post of any sort. Needless to say, I've been a tad preoccupied, what with having a baby and all. But my priorities are intact... Nothing really ever could overshadow Karaoke to the Death in this lifetime. And in case there was any doubt... yes, we are attending the event this year. No, we will not be taking our newborn into the smoky abyss that is the Rock It Grill, however, we will be there, in shifts.

While my priorities may be intact, my actual follow-through is lacking. It started with some technical difficulties that Hotrod helped me remedy last weekend. That was followed up by four days of completely forgetting about my priorities, and then me leaving the computer where the audio files reside at an undisclosed location for two more days. Hence, it's Thursday before the big event, and the 30 audio files I have from KttD 2008 are 1) not posted to my blog; 2) not going to get posted to my blog before the event. I'll get to them, though. This is history, after all, it can't go unrecorded or un-Voxed.

All that being said, they're good. Really.

Been a li'l busy over here

But you can see why... here. Check out the lovely Vox blog Papa Vrabel has made for our little bambino.

January 5

While I am thrilled Ohio State managed to wrangle a BCS Bowl Game appearance on January 5, I'm not thrilled it's against Texas.

By the way Hotrod, the Pittsburgh Passion would be happy to play the Wolverines-- we know one of the players, and she's confident the team is ready and willing.

In good company

A couple of months ago, I caved and joined Facebook. I don't spend much time there, but I am amazed at how many people I've "discovered" in a short period of time, and those who've found me.

Since I've recently been tapping into my teen angst years, I joined the Andrew McCarthy Fan page (533 strong as of this morning). I'm in good company... this is a recent post on his Wall:

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!
Andrew McCarthy IS VERY SPECIAL FOR ME!!!

i like very moush Andrew McCarthy
:)

im from mexico city!!

Ahh, yeah. Now this.

Tuesday night was pretty freakin' awesome.

But I hafta move on to a new subject. Peregrine falcons. I know, I know. Not what you'd expect, and me neither, but these birds are pretty freakin' awesome in their own right, and an Onion article today got me thinking about how awesome. I have the privilege of working on the 27th floor of a building, and occasionally I see a peregrine falcon zip past my field of view up here, which is (say it with me) pretty freakin' awesome.

But now I know we have more in common than I once imagined:

"For decades, the peregrine falcon faced a very real and very serious threat," U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service deputy director Rowan Gould said. "There was a time when many of us feared we would never see this majestic creature again, when we did everything in our power to ensure that this marvel of nature would be around for generations to come."

Added Gould, "If only we'd known then what cocky little pricks they'd turn out to be."

In recent months, the peregrine falcon has continued to infuriate environmentalists by reclaiming its habitat without so much as a simple thank you, frequently and loudly mating in everyone's face, and hunting prey off the coast of Maine as though it were "master of the fucking skies."