The strange napping habits of pets.

Penny has learned a lot of weird dog behaviors from growing up with Dutch as her brother but lately I think she’s begun teach him some of her odd tendencies instead.

Exhibit A, the strange napping habits of pets:

Penny has been sleeping like this since she was a kitten and all of a sudden a few weeks ago I walked into the office to find Dutch in a very similar position.

These two absolutely kill me. Dutch being 10 years older than Penny I can’t imagine how she will ever get on without him, unfortunately we’ll likely be finding that one out the hard way sooner or later… with fingers crossed for that ladder. We have the best children, EVER!

And if Dutch and Penny’s napping habits ever graduate to this type of adorable I will have to die several times over… I couldn’t be contained.

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CUTE OVERLOAD!!!!

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Happy Christmas, Charlie Brown stlye.

Here is our Charlie Brown Christmas Card, I knew we’d find a use for those old Halloween costumes eventually.  Here we are, starring in no particular order…

Terrence as Linus Van Pelt:

Ana as Sally Brown:

Dutch as Snoopy:

and Penny as Woodstock:

 

I hope you all enjoy your holiday! Please keep in mind that theirs twelve days of Christmas… so if I see any trees out on the curb before January 6th I’m gonna cry. You don’t want to make me cry do you?

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year & A Happy 3 Kings Day to you all!!!!

(ED Note: Click on our Christmas card to see outtakes from the entire photo shoot)

Rally to restore sanity and/or fear, and Halloween…

A few weeks ago I had a pretty jam packed weekend, Terrence, his sister Beth and I embarked on an adventure to Washington DC for the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, and I desperately tried to find a venue to exploit my amazing hollween costume (made by my mommy).

It all began a few months ago when Terrence showed me this…

I fell out, it was one of the best things I’d seen since the Bed Intruder Song… which in retrospect wasn’t all that far apart… but still.  Up until then I was trying to figure out a way to dress as iamamiwhoami for Halloween without having to be all naked and such.  It began as a joke that quickly turned to reality when my mother and I made a dash for the fabric store after a friends wedding ceremony and right before we packed the car up and moved mom to Queens.  It was like a last chance rush to greatness.  It was a perfect idea, I thought.  While all the girls were shivering in their blank as a whore costumes I’d be all cozy in my fleece Panda costume, ingenious.  I learned how to flawlessly say “Never say no” in Arabic, I got the  Buddy Holly and the Picks version of True Love Ways set and ready to loop on my phone.  Now I just needed to squeeze in time to wear the suit.

We’d been planning to follow John Stewart and Stephan Colbert to DC, but sadly the rally was strategically planned for the weekend before Election Day, which also happened to be Halloween weekend.  Since we had to leave at 4am to make it to DC in time that meant no partying on Friday night.  We were optimistic about returning to Staten Island in time to party after the rally but a last minute change of plans got us home just after midnight… I’m too old to have pulled that one off, I needed bed.  I tried to squeeze in a nap on the 4 hour drive home but Terrence, who was running on 2 hours (if that) of sleep was relying on me to keep the music upbeat and sing-a-long-able.  We did an excellent Tiny Dancer, one that would have made Cameron Crowe jealous.

The rally was pretty awesome, I am glad that we went.  We were somewhere in the middle of the nearly 200k person crowd.  My favorite part was being apart of a MythBusters experiment, mostly because I’m a giant nerd. The experience would have been made better only by some miracle that my genetics didn’t suck, it sure would have been nice to see most of the things I heard.

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It was an experience I’ll tell my children about, I only wish I were more articulate so I could express just how awesome it was.

When I woke up on Sunday aka Halloween day the only thing I could think to do to show off all of my mothers hard work was to go trick or treating with my nieces and nephews.  Only by the time I actually woke up and got all ready, all of them were done.  Whatever happened to trick or treating at night?  When I was a kid we didn’t start until the sun went down, this year all the kids were done by 3pm and all the houses barely had candy anymore… not to mention they all looked pretty annoyed that we were bothering them at dinner time.  Thankfully my oldest niece is thirteen and was completely willing to stick it out with us and ring all the bells.

We had fun.  My mom really enjoyed taking us trick or treating.  I had reservations that I might still try to party that night, but when me and Julija got home and began to dig into our haul I lost my appetite for showing off.  Maybe one year I’ll throw myself a Bronx Zoo themed birthday party and be able to show off my Panda suit.

Don’t worry John, it was worth it. No matter what the media had to say about your moment of sincerity, I dug it.

 

 

Currently Listening: Kanye West’s My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

I take my duties very seriously.

As I’ve mentioned before I’ve been working on a music mix for my goddaughter/niece, Riley.  It’s a song from each month of her first year.  I take my duties as godparent quite seriously, it’s my job to guide her in the absence of her parents.  And since my brother and his wife don’t listen to anything outside of radio Disney, I feel it’s my job to show Riley the way.  Today is her 1st birthday, I’ve decided to put a copy of her year one mix on this adorable memory stick I found on Think Geek.  Since I always have to over do everything I also decided to continue the tradition and make her a mix every year until her 16th birthday, at which point I’ll present her with all the mixes in this, very plain and classic music box.  I decided on giving it to her then because I think she’ll be old enough to appreciate it.  Not that I won’t let her hear and enjoy all the tunes in the meantime… I do have to (co)raise her up right you know.

In case you’re curious here’s the finished line up for her mix:

Oct ’09, Crown On The Ground by Sleigh Bells
Nov ’09, Don’t Go Phantom by Jookabox
Dec ’09, Heaven Can Wait by Charlotte Gainsbourg
Jan ’10, Norway by Beach House
Feb, New York Is Killing Me by Gil Scott-Heron
Mar, Icarus by White Hinterland
Apr, I Go Away by MNDR
May, Terrible Love by The National
June, T by iamamiwhoami
July, XXXO by M.I.A.
Aug, All Delighted People (Original Version) by Sufjan Stevens
Sept ’10, Thank You For Your Love by Antony and the Johnsons

Perhaps not all of these songs are child appropriate, however, I was sure to not use any with curses; but man is she missing out because those were some quality tunes. I am going to try to be more conscious of posting updates of Riley’s monthly songs, with the loss of imeem I feel like I’ve been slacking on the music content of this blog. Thank goodness for my brothers complete lack on interest in rubbers or I might not ever right about music again. Hooray!

The Neapolitan.

Every year I mock Terrence for his t-shirt tans aka farmer tans and he only recently began to try harder to ward them off, i.e. applying sunblock occasionally. Earlier this Summer I joked with him about putting sunblock on the already tan parts of his upper body and leaving the rest to catch up in color. I guess I said it enough because Monday at the beach he actually did it. Halfway into it he said he was going to quit and apply sunscreen as a precaution since he had started to feel he’d had enough sun, but got sidetracked and forgot. Needless to say we spent the entire time at the beach with him only half blocked.

I was just teasing him after looking through some of the photos I had taken, I decided he can be some sort of circus sideshow attraction, “The Amazing Sunburned Man”. I think we could make a decent cash flow.

But all joking aside I really do feel sorry for him, the poor guy can barely move without bellowing in pain. Aside from his own vanity he did only do it because of my constant mockery of his hideous farmer tan. HAHA! No, it is still kind of funny. Maybe it’s because I don’t know what a sunburn feels like, being that I’m Hispanic I don’t burn in the sun, I brown. I also didn’t put sunblock on as a show of solidarity, Terrence is always wishing I would tan a little so he can show off his dark and exotic Spanish girlfriend. I got one shade browner almost instantly… no pain, no wait, no disgusting peeling.

I’m actually slightly excited to peel Terrence, I think it’s fun. It satisfies that child in me that poured glue all over her hands to peel it back in large pieces. Oh, the excitement.

My new friend Krazy Glue.

Wednesday night I fell asleep watching television in bed when some time in the middle of the night I woke up to turn it off and officially go to sleep. I reached for the remote, after which I went for my glasses and noticed something a bit odd. It was the feeling of my left speck arm falling by my neck instead of following the rest of my glasses towards my “night stand” (crate of records). Why!? I was so ticked off I couldn’t sleep the rest of the night and even had to go to work in a 7 year old pair that made me want to puke all day long. Since that day my new best friend has become this tube of instant Krazy Glue that Terrence brought home for me. The arm has since fallen again to dismemberment but I will continue to mend it until I can afford a new pair. It’s depressing because I have to tap into my camera savings for this sudden necessity. I’m currently doing my research for an even more awesome pair of cateye lenses… of course in the red variety since I now have a trademark to uphold. So much for my terrific Nikon. Stupid pillow.

Lips that touch swine…

I’m tired of taking the train with a group of people that look ready to perform surgery… or Man in the Mirror for that matter.  People are too paranoid for their own good.  Everywhere I turn people are misinformed and bug eyed with the fear of dying from eating bacon or rubbing up against some stranger.  So I decided to do a photo shoot depicting what I see whenever I walk out my front door.  I’m contemplating going out and purchasing a rubber pig snout and wearing it to and from work everyday.  Not that I’m making light of this serious matter… or maybe I am, I’m just an asshole.