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yeah yeah, so i’m trying to get back in the swing of posting again.

lets see what’s been happening…

so natty is getting ready to return to school and finish out her course work, this means we hiring sitters and the like. I am personally embarassed about the state of our house, with piles of stuff all over the place and whatnot. so i got the big idea to head up to ikea, drop a crap load of money on mondular furniture that we prolly don’t really need, in an effort to get the piles of crap out of plain sight and in to cabinets and bookshelves and the like. at the same time, after seeing the kitchen’s  dyson up close the other weekend, i had a hankering for a new vacuum to replace our POS who’se brush won’t spin if it’s actually touching the carpet (yes i changed the belt). point being, after a whirlwind tour of new england, where i honestly did not spare any expense, didn’t look at any bill and scoff, just threw it all on the credit card….it seems that type of behavior (holy shit, i just put a ‘u’ in behaviour with out realizing it!–i had to correct myself what did that time in canada do to me?) it seems that rather than getting the money spending out of my system, it just took it up a notch.

right, i’m getting off topic.

saturday we went up to ikea for our bi annual, semi annual? err every 6 month money dump. the real reason to go was to get doors for the  waredrobe in the capt’s room (i don’t call it a nursery anymore, as he’s never slept in there). as the capt is now auto-motive or should i say loco motive, self propelled, whatever.. he’s getting in to everything in the waredrobe blah. so that ws the main reason for going. along the way i invented a need to refurnish my office here, to get better storages for crap out of his prying hands and shit.

i won’t repeat my thoughts on the fucked up social experiment that is ikea. i’ll just say this, 600 bucks later, we had all sorts of crap that we bought using our ‘mind’s eye’ which means for the most part, it’s either bigger to smaller than we thought, and doesn’t exaclty ‘fit’ into the spot in the house we thought it would. ok no biggie, i think it’s all gonna work out.

the beauty of the swedish furniture experience, is well you get what you pay for. those doors for the waredrobe–yeah they have signs up everywhere so you konw to buy handles or knobs…but no news about hinges. so yeah, 5 hrs of my life. 600 bucks of my money, and i have 2 62 inch long paneled pieces of partical board, that i can’t do anythign with. Natty took this as a personal insult, and has called the store 2 times and corporate and shit. she refuses to drive back up there and buy hinges. i see her point. i just want to get the doors out of the hallway and on the fucking thing. i guess that’s how they win. when you just do things out of desparation.

sunday was thus spent assembling shit. as much stuff as i have put together from there, i still can’t get through a whole session without having to go back and take somethign apart b/c i reversed one support beam or something. maybe it’s because i’m a lefty, maybe b/c i’m american and some scandnavian is just laughing at me.

on to other topics:

the captain had his first hair cut on saturday, we went to a ‘hair design’ salon on the famed avenue. perhaps it was my fatherly duty to force all of us to go to some barber shop with penthouses on teh waiting table (that’s the sign of a good barber shop) but since i don’t know of any, it was natty’s show. all in all the capt did very well. i sat in the chair and held him up, while the lady did the cutting, he had the receptionist and natty entertaining him.  i’ll say this, i dunno if he’s gonna be gay or what, but the kid loves the ladies now. blonds especially.  at any rate, his hair is cut and he no longer looks like a little girl. it’s funny how different he looks actually.

after about a 3 month dry spell, henry got a rat the other night. i was actually there for the whole thing this time. i dare say that i didn’t even screech like a woman once. he sniffed the thing out in the garbage can area, it curled up against the house to hid, he went in after it, there was a scuffle, and he killed it. at first he didn’t pick it up and do the victory lap, that was until i got the pooper scooper to actually collect the rat. then the fun began. finally though, he gave it up and i put the fucker to rest in the garbage. the end.

i think deadwood has now become my hands down favorite show of all time. i can’t even think of what was in the running, but damn, that show keeps getting better and better. this season we’ve been watching it with closed captioning on, even though we dont’ really have to anymore (capt now sleeps for a few hrs upstairs alone), i think i missed half of what people said before–what a great job that must be, to caption “and we’ll cut the fucking cocksuckers if they come in and don’t by cunt” and shit.  do they get teh scripts or do they have to do it by listening. i find they’re pretty accurate, not liek news captions or sports or whatever.

ok i should actually work, shouldn’t I?