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February 5, 2008

Giants 17, Patriots 14: Winning a Championship Is Exhausting

Whew. I think I’m finally recovering from all the excitement - I’d forgotten how much energy it takes to win a Super Bowl!

Michael Strahan celebrates his sack of Tom Brady

So which one is Goliath?

The Giants deserved the win. They won three tough playoff games on the road, including the NFC championship game in Green Bay where it was so cold it looked like Tom Coughlin’s face was going to fall off. And on Sunday, they played hard the entire game and even recovered from a couple of big mistakes. As the lead changed hands for the final time in the 4th quarter, it was hard to contain my exuberance in a room full of Patriots fans.

So I didn’t.

It’s a shame we live in hostile territory, too far from NYC to take the kids to the parade today. They were rooting for the Patriots — silly kids — but I bet they would have enjoyed the celebration in NY. It might have even helped them put their sports loyalties in the proper perspective.

I’m thinking about taping the front page of yesterday’s local paper to the window next to my front door. It sports the headline “Super Shock” with a large photo of a dejected Tom Terrific.

Would that be mean?

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January 14, 2008

Hands Down, the Cutest Dog Ever

You seriously can’t argue with this:

cutest dog ever - and his toy


December 26, 2007

Our Own Winter Holiday

Because all holidays have been created by humans and are, therefore, made up, our family decided that we not only could but should make up our own winter holiday. We haven’t finished figuring out just what our holiday will be, but we do seem to have agreed that any quality holiday should at the very least include:

  • chocolate
  • comic books
  • family
  • food
  • music

Those items aren’t listed in order of importance, although I would argue that chocolate does, indeed, rank first.

Happy winter holidays, no matter how/if/why you celebrate.

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December 15, 2007

Confessions of Book Snob, or, How I Started Reading Comic Books and Graphic Novels

I‘m somewhat new to the medium of comics in general and graphic novels in particular, which is odd because for 15 years I’ve been married to a guy who owns hundreds, if not thousands, of comic books. They’re all bagged, boarded, and stored away where the kids can’t get their sticky little fingers on them — unless they ask first. I admit I’ve been a bit of a book snob, looking down on comics as a lesser form of storytelling, as genre unworthy of my precious little free time, rather than as a legitimate storytelling medium or format that works well for many genres. Until recently, I not only had no interest in comics, but I actively stayed away from them. I mean, really, aren’t comic books for kids?

Why, yes they are! Some of them, anyway. (But many, if not most, are not.) And miraculously one day my kids started reaching the age where they could appreciate comic books. And poof! I was seeing comic books lying around the house. Turns out, comic books are a fantastic medium for my son because he’s still learning to read. He can follow the basic storyline of a decent comic book even if he can’t read the text. And comic books don’t make him feel like he’s reading a “baby book,” as some of the cute-little-bunny-laden early readers make him feel. Plus, even after he’s read a comic book to himself, he still wants me or my husband to read him the book from cover to cover, so he eventually understands the entire story.
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August 18, 2006

A Life of Quiet Doggy Desperation

Doggie kersplat
It’s hard to stay awake all day.

Sleeping on the big bed
I’m never fast enough to make the bed before someone gets comfy

Waiting for the sun
Sunbathing, the favorite summer hobby. Second-favorite: waiting for the sun.

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July 28, 2006

You Eyeballing Me?

The hairy eyeball



February 10, 2006

Richard Thompson: He’s Missing the Stew

On our way to my son’s preschool one day last week, the boy asked me to turn some music on. So I punched the stereo power, and out blared the Richard Thompson CD I’d been listening to a day earlier, Action Packed: The Best of the Capitol Years. The song was “Cooksferry Queen,” an upbeat tune with a snare drum and bass line that drive the song’s rhythm. The song kicked in at about the middle, just before the musical break, during which my son shouted:

Mommy, you know what? This music is is making my heart dance!
Dancing Heart Image

I knew exactly what he meant. Between the drum and bass, my crappy/buzzing minivan speakers, and the volume, my heart was dancing in my chest, too. At the preschool, we sat in the car and listened until the song’s abrupt downbeat end, at which point the poor kid groaned.

I’ve played the tune for him every day since then.

About a year ago, my daughter, then six, had a different response. I my sucked my daughter in the first time with “The Goldilocks song,” more appropriately known as “The Uninhabited Man.” The refrain:

Who’s been sleeping in my bed?
Who’s been sitting in my chair?
Who’s been sipping my bowl?

She liked it! Then we listened to more songs, and she ultimately came to favor “I Feel So Good,” a song about a recently released inmate who’s on the prowl.

Perhaps that’s not the most appropriate theme for a six-year-old, but sometimes you just have to live on the edge. Of course, living on the edge meant living in fear that she’d one day sing a verse along with Thompson:

Now I’ve got a suitcase full of fifty pound notes,
And a half-naked woman with her tongue down my throat.
I feeeeeel so good. I fee-eeeel so good.

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