Monday, March 12, 2007

 

The calm before the storm...


It's really a moment of remarkable calm here in California, the week before Jen Seale, Campbell Warner and their compadres show up to kick butts and take names. I'm using this interlude to make some new friends, especially with those fellow tourists from the upper midwest. As a midwesterner myself, I know what to look for-- pasty white legs, drowsy demeanor, loud shirts. These are salt-of-the earth people, the kind of folks without whom there would not be enough corn and soybeans to feed the Swanburgs and Stephen Bakers of the world, or Ford Tauruses for them to rent on business trips.

Comments:
They're also the kind of people who build upon interlocking relationships, aren't they?
 
Is your pal made from legos?

-B
 
Watch your hands Tex!
 
Love the pic!!
 
Osler, tell me more about your relationship with Mr. Lego.

That is actually hilarious. I like your LL Bean Camp Mocs.
 
I keep meaning to ask when you became a Dale Earnhardt fan. The big #3 emblazoned on your sash certainly stands out.
 
tydwbleach -

There is no relationship, ma'am. This goofy pseudo-Texan showed up, put his hand on my knee and, well, you can see I'm checking to make sure there is no further movement up towards my, er, petroleum distillates. Why do all you foreigners think California is the land of Lego-free mores??
 
If you're in California looking for Swanburg's Mom she isn't there. She was there but you missed her. I think she is in Atlanta or something this week. I think she was in Newport this weekend for the golf tournament but she isn't there any longer.

Enjoy LegoLand, and know that you can't steal the pieces.
 
Keep the soybeans coming, fly-over country.

- Thanks.
 
OK

Here are some "Spencerisms" to cheer you up in case you need it:

1. We are at a restaurant called SEASONS, sort of upscale. We are in a booth next to the window and suddenly the train goes by. Spencer stands up, looks out the window and yells at the top of his lungs " MOMMY LOOK!!!!!! TWAIN!!!! TWAIN!!!! CHOOO CHOOO!!!! CHOO CHOO!!!!!!"

We wanted to crawl under the floor.


2. He never says "I don't like this." He only says. "I Can't like this."



3. We are in the Wilco Farm Store. ITs like this Farm supply store near our house. THey have baby chicks for sale some just five days old They fascinate SPencer and he is really excited feeding them and stuff. He says,loudly, "I like black chicks the best!!!" This is fine, but we did get a few strange looks... until they saw the actual chicks there....

4. I asked him what he did at preschool today. He said he played with all the "GOOLS." I was like Ghouls? "No I play with the GOOLS. I tell them I a Boy."

5. Someone asked him how he likes his preschool. It is on a really pretty tree lined street. He said: "My school is good. My school is in the forest."

4.
 
Mark, you need some sunscreen pronto! You do not have the deep dark George Hamilton tan of Celebrity Luvr, but you are so rocking the "hip professor" look. Seriously, SPF 4000 would not be overkill. Good luck & kick ass in Sacramento!

Tyd:
I feel your pain. My 3 year old eats nothing but frozen pancakes and Cap'n Crunch. I am waiting for CPS to knock on my door. He also likes to yell "Me need issors" (translation: We need scissors) at top volume, on repeat, when we hit the grocery store. Not sure why me need so many issors, maybe he's going to become a ax murderer, or expert in shearing, or something. Maybe, if I'm lucky, he will be some kind of hairstylist to the stars, and I can get my celebrity fix vicariously!
 
Wilco has a farm store? I was wondering why Jeff Tweedy and the boys had not put out an album in a while.
 
Mrs. CL-- Sadly, I burned today while slathered with SPF 400. Go figure. I kind of have the urban Dork look rather than California suave.
 
Mrs Celeb Luvr:

WOW. I thought I was the only one with a wacky three year old. The truth is I write all of this stuff and I am pretty sure that NO ONE gets it... all of these lawyers, you know. I am not a lawyer. I am a civilian. I merely went to high school with Osler's brother. But now I feel a part of the Razor, no matter how I annoy others.

Mine will be three on April 1. He is having a BOB THE BUILDER themed B day party with twelve of his closest friends. This happens the day after the countertops get installed, and that night we will have to do the plumbing and stuff. My inlaws who will be here for two weeks, I am sure will help. I am sure my idiot boss the Seven Habits guy will understand...

ON the happy side, Osler looks happy in CA. Lego land suits him but he is very very pale. My husband is also this pale. I like to say that Bill is so pale, he is almost see through.

Well, I lost my issors. Must go buy more.
 
Oh PS My three year old eats only string cheese and bananas and any kind of fruit you put in front of him. including plastic.. ALso Lava Rocks... Yeah, those ones from your BBQ grill.
 
Osler:

Did you rent a Taurus Wagon? That is a bad ride, a real chick Magnet.
 
Tyd--

I'm rockin' the beach in my Kia Sedona!
 
IPlawbaby, Iplawwife and I enjoyed So.Cal in a rented Dodge Magnum Wagon last week. It was way cool. Iplawwife loved the powerful engine. Of course, back here she drives a Scion.
 
Hehe, urban dork, that made me laugh!

Tyd: Osler has a brother? Now THAT must have been entertaining. Same hair? Just kidding, we love his hair, he just bet the mock trial team that if they won, he would get it cut, and I happened to be at said wager. I am not a lawyer, nor do I do hair for a living, but, hey, it's always fun to frighten people with Aqua Net and a bad dye job!

The Celebrity Luvr & I have a bazillion kids between us, ages 3-19. Kind of a modern Brady Bunch, but at least they don't all share the same bathroom. It is fun, but crazy. I love your posts, and it's the same all over, sister!! My love to Habib, does he have a brother in Waco? Also, I can only think of 7 BAD habits, and they're all too fun to give up!
 
Osler has a very nice brother, younger, named "Will." He was "Bill" when I knew him, back in tenth grade. He was very funny, nice and sort of cute and he has blondish hair. I remember him always in plaid shirts and corduroys.

(He was musician, and a drummer and he still plays the drums. He was a very good drummer. Bill and I were in plays together and the future Professor Osler wrote HILARIOUS columns for the school paper.

I left that school after a while, my parents though boarding school would be better for me, and it was, (mostly because I was away from my parents ha ha but that is a whole OTHER post) I saw Osler's brother once in Grosse Pointe during college but that is it. Then I always wondered if he had become a professional musician. I googled him and found Osler instead. THen I started posting on the Razor and reading it, and whining about my goofy life, and the rest is Osler History.
 
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