Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Screamapillar/The Definition of True Love
Ah, I fondly remember the sweet little cry that Liska had as a newborn...I could listen to it for hours on end, which normally caused Kat to say "will you feed her already" or "how about going ahead and changing the diaper Jak!". Seriously, it was cute. Well, Galt began his nascient life with quite the same cry...while we were in the hospital it was SO sweet. As of the time we arrived home though...no mas. He began screeching. A very annoying, yet faintly familiar screech. No warm-up cry to warn of the impending screech...just straight to screech for the G man. But, where had we heard that particular nails on the chalkboard sound before? Well, my astute wife pinpointed it. He sounds just like the Screamapillar that appeared in the Simpsons episode where Homer builds a Koi Pond for Marge in the backyard. I am working dilligently to find a soundbite on the net so I can share this heart-stopping sound with each of you. I hope you will join us in playing it throughout the night during your deepest sleep so you can empathize with us.
As many of you, my faithful fans, know, my family is currently being held prisoner on Tuesday and Wednesday nights by the Fox network. American Idol is something that not only cannot be missed, but it must be Tivo'ed for replaying of our favorite Taylor dance "moves". Well, last night was the finale of the performance portion of the show. As luck had it, my basketball league game was scheduled for 8:30pm...I was going to miss the show and have to watch it later by myself. Or so I thought. Now, in our home, this is the definition of true love. My gorgeous, piano playing, songstress of a wife sacrificed her own immediate gratification by refusing to watch the show live and waiting to watch it for the first time with me!!! So, we watched it together and basked in Taylor's talented vocals and loss of muscular control. Knowing that he had won and that McPheever would not become the pandemic we all were concerned about. If Taylor somehow does not win, you can rest assured you will be hearing/reading about it on this blog. Your single-stop source for all things important in the world.
So, she waited to watch AI with me...but did you catch the other subtle way in which my wife expressed her true love for me? That's right, she allowed me to leave her at home with a screeching Screamapillar of a newborn to play a basketball game at 8:30 on a Tuesday night when she had just spent the entire day dealing with him and Liska (who is back to being the most well-behaved, wonderful girl in the world). Gotta love that girl. By the way, we won. I scored 19 points in the winning effort and was 3-5 from beyond the arc. Not that I was counting.
Alright, one more thing and then you can go back to your less important tasks of the day...we found out some wonderfully surprising news this weekend...my cousin Carrie and her family along with Joanne and Chuck and my dad are all coming out to stay with us in California over my birthday weekend in September! We cannot wait!! It will be a full house and we will get to utilize all our unbelievably comfortable air mattresses, but it will be a blast. I'm trying to work out what we are going to do that week. I'm thinking Dodger's game and a couple studio tours. Trip to the beach....etc etc.
OK. Back to your lives. If you read this before 6pm PST, there won't be any new pics of Galt and Liska up, but I will rectify that when I get home, so don't worry. I know that is the only reason some of you even read my blog anymore. :-)
As many of you, my faithful fans, know, my family is currently being held prisoner on Tuesday and Wednesday nights by the Fox network. American Idol is something that not only cannot be missed, but it must be Tivo'ed for replaying of our favorite Taylor dance "moves". Well, last night was the finale of the performance portion of the show. As luck had it, my basketball league game was scheduled for 8:30pm...I was going to miss the show and have to watch it later by myself. Or so I thought. Now, in our home, this is the definition of true love. My gorgeous, piano playing, songstress of a wife sacrificed her own immediate gratification by refusing to watch the show live and waiting to watch it for the first time with me!!! So, we watched it together and basked in Taylor's talented vocals and loss of muscular control. Knowing that he had won and that McPheever would not become the pandemic we all were concerned about. If Taylor somehow does not win, you can rest assured you will be hearing/reading about it on this blog. Your single-stop source for all things important in the world.
So, she waited to watch AI with me...but did you catch the other subtle way in which my wife expressed her true love for me? That's right, she allowed me to leave her at home with a screeching Screamapillar of a newborn to play a basketball game at 8:30 on a Tuesday night when she had just spent the entire day dealing with him and Liska (who is back to being the most well-behaved, wonderful girl in the world). Gotta love that girl. By the way, we won. I scored 19 points in the winning effort and was 3-5 from beyond the arc. Not that I was counting.
Alright, one more thing and then you can go back to your less important tasks of the day...we found out some wonderfully surprising news this weekend...my cousin Carrie and her family along with Joanne and Chuck and my dad are all coming out to stay with us in California over my birthday weekend in September! We cannot wait!! It will be a full house and we will get to utilize all our unbelievably comfortable air mattresses, but it will be a blast. I'm trying to work out what we are going to do that week. I'm thinking Dodger's game and a couple studio tours. Trip to the beach....etc etc.
OK. Back to your lives. If you read this before 6pm PST, there won't be any new pics of Galt and Liska up, but I will rectify that when I get home, so don't worry. I know that is the only reason some of you even read my blog anymore. :-)
