Archive for January, 2009

spotlight: facebook status brilliance

January 30, 2009 Leave a comment

facebook status updates, like twitter updates, demand that you show up ready to play with your “A” game.

they gotta be short and sweet – and nobody I know is better at that than Devin Maddox (who some people actually call FaceDevin or TweetMaddox because of his skills).

here is my favorite offering thus far:


well done , Devin, well done.

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Do you have a friend with a gift of quick wit who uses his powers for the forces of facebook good?

Any favorite twitter posts, facebook statuses, or even microblog posts?


‘you’re tight as a tick’

January 29, 2009 Leave a comment

20090129-the_tickSaturday mornings would not have been the same without ‘The Tick’.

Not that they would have been worse, they just wouldn’t have been the same.

But I digress.

I didn’t post this picture because of any unusual affection for the man in the blue rubber suit with furry antennae – I posted this picture because when I saw the alternative options after I googled “tick” they made me want to throw up a little bit.

That reaction is exactly what makes this brief interchange between Beth and our nurse at the doctor’s office so bizarre:

Nurse: Did you bring your urine?

Beth: I remembered today

Nurse: Put it on the counter . . .

(She tests it with her kit)

Ok, it looks good.  How have you been feeling?

Beth: I have felt good this week

Nurse: Lay back on the table.

(She puts her hand on Beth’s belly)

Oh! You’re tight as a tick, girl!


It took us a minute to process it too.

The nurse compared Beth’s belly to a parasitic insect that sucks blood out of a host animal until it gets so fat that, if you touch it, it will burst – gushing blood everywhere.

You can feel free to thank me for opting to use a picture from the cartoon, and not a real life bloated tick.

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Ever had an unexpected, shocking, or embarrassing trip to the doctor’s office?

(The more your experience is properly described by those adjectives, the better)

cracked mug, mended friendship

January 28, 2009 2 comments

Don’t get ahead of yourself, don’t read this post until ‘cracked mug, broken friendship‘ is under your belt.

Seriously, don’t play games – read the original post.

You don’t want to be a “last page reader” (this is similar to a “middle brownie eater”).

[note: in the original post I miss-ordered the video clips – a problem now corrected]

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I dropped my friend.  He broke, busted almost in two.

I wanted to cry. I nearly cried. I made a pathetic yelp as I saw my cherish friend fly through the air.

It was awful. I don’t even like thinking about it, even now – three days later.

Here is the scene of that fateful moment:

I did go to work, but I did not stick to my plan.

I couldn’t help it. I just couldn’t wait.

Instead of giving my beloved mug a day to rest and letting the superglue have ample (you might argue “excessive”) to set – I plunged into the fiery furnace of caffeinated trial.

And thus began the testing of my newly mended mug:

Many people have said to me, “Lee. that sucks about the mug man, but at least you can say it has more character now.”

I appreciate the commiseration and the hopefulness, but I must say that my heart doesn’t quite leap the way it once did . . . before the accident.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love my inanimate friend deeply.  I still have a true sense of satisfaction when I drink a warm cup of joe and admire it as it sits beside my laptop.

Maybe its because the sexiness has worn off and I have realized that loving my mug won’t always be easy – it will take work and special care – but I know it will be worth it.

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My special thanks to Brandon Rogers, who has proved (as he has many, many times) that he is a true friend and generous man (who also happens to be a brilliant photographer, eager and ready to meet all of your photographic needs . . .

Also, if you know me then you know that I write about my mug with a genuine sadness about the damage that has been done to it, but I realize the humor of this guy loves inanimate object melodrama.

If you don’t know me, I am not crazy – and if you don’t believe me, ask my friend the mug.

cracked mug, broken friendship

January 27, 2009 4 comments

[note: order of videos have been appropriately corrected]

Have you ever befriended an inanimate object?

My friend Keith used to make friends with movies.  In college I developed a special affection for a worn down, cheesy “U-turn to Jesus” sign on highway 21.  Beth has a peculiar fondness for her Chi hair straightener.

The last year and a half of my life has been marked by a deep and abiding friendship for my mug.

I fell in love with it at my favorite coffee shop in Louisville – Quills Coffee & Books.

It was handmade by Norman Silva, a true ceramic artist.

I loved the earthy beauty of my friend.  He was always there with me. Every morning, every afternoon. every warm cup of aromatic coffee.  I loved the way he fit perfectly in my hand and I loved to admire his craftsmanship.

My mug was with me for many a good conversation – happy and sad.

My mug was an inanimate object, yes, but a good friend none-the-less.

I took a video because I knew that some of you would want to laugh at me . . . and some of you would want to commiserate with me:

Heartbroken, I realized how ridiculous and pitiful I was in my mourning, so I was able to laugh at myself.

But I was not willing to give up.

I would fight.  I would do whatever it took to get my friend back:

Would it work?

Could superglue patch my mug, hold up to hot liquid contents, not taste like superglue?

It was worth trying to find out.

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Are there any inanimate friends who enrich your life?

Is it okay to mourn material loss?  To be saddened by the loss or destruction of some “thing” that you own?

Where is the line between appreciating  material possessions and being materialistic?

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Update: continue reading about the saga of my broken friend at the follow up post ‘cracked mug, mended friendship

highs and lows of motherhood

January 26, 2009 2 comments

Today we went to the doctor for our weekly visit.

There was good news.

Then, there was bad news:

Good news = “you get to have another ultrasound because your belly is smaller than average” (translation: we get to see Abbey again! maybe Abbey is a small baby!)

Bad news = “Let’s see what the computer measures her at . . . oh, wow, 7 pounds, 13 ounces . . . shes a big one” (translation: that’s almost 8 pounds. she has about 4 weeks left in there.  babies gain half a pound a week.  Abbey may be almost 10 pounds!)

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Pray that Abbey would be a healthy size . . . and that the machine was wrong.

Beth thanks you.

spotlight: much needed name change

January 26, 2009 10 comments

There is little worse than a bad last name – the kind of name that . . .

  • makes you cringe every time you say it.
  • causes you to wonder if a girl would reject the guy’s request for a date – fearful that she may fall in love and have to take his name
  • leads to a conversation including the words “if your last name was . . . would you change it?”

I randomly ran across one such name.

Here is the quote from the undisclosed blog post, written by an undisclosed author, about an unfortunately surnamed family:

Had the chance to hangout with two out of town couples who are great friends of ours today. The Knipples from down in Gatorland and the Braddocks from St. Augustine. They are awesome friends and we miss them a bunch.

Is it humanly possible to look into another human being’s eyes and say “Hey, Bob Knipples, how is your week going? – all without collapsing into a fit of hysterics?

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If your last name was Knipples, would you change it?

Have you encountered any last names that rival Knipples in terms of “changeability”?

important update: beth’s condition

January 24, 2009 2 comments

If you are unaware of Beth’s recent condition, please review our previous post, ‘Beth’s Condition‘, to see a few of her symptoms in action.

Watch the video to see us get a little closer to a diagnosis for Beth’s condition:

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Note: Web MD, while often touted as a miracle of modern science and technology, proves itself to be a major dissapointment.

What if Beth has a tropical disease?

Let the research continue . . . thanks for nothing Web MD.