P.S. According to Lucie, I apparently spend 90% of my time lying on the couch watching t.v. and eating Mcdonalds. Fortunately the other 10% is spent taking the kids on super-exciting bike rides.
These are by me:
Before:
After:
19 hours ago
Saturday, November 07, 2009
lucie warhol
Melissa has let Lucie have free reign over a little digital camera lately. I pretty much gave it up for landfill fodder but she has actually turned into quite the little photographer. The following shots were all taken by her in the last couple of days. Granted, I didn't include about 90 doubles, but I think their are some really cool shots in here. Notice the music, Sarah! Thanks to everyone for all of my b-day presents! More pics to follow and likely a mass of posts as I am on vacation for the next 10 days (glory be!)
P.S. According to Lucie, I apparently spend 90% of my time lying on the couch watching t.v. and eating Mcdonalds. Fortunately the other 10% is spent taking the kids on super-exciting bike rides.
These are by me:
Before:
After:
P.S. According to Lucie, I apparently spend 90% of my time lying on the couch watching t.v. and eating Mcdonalds. Fortunately the other 10% is spent taking the kids on super-exciting bike rides.
These are by me:
Before:
After:
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Required Viewing
Every 1-2 years I am required, by my own personal laws and regulations, to watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (as well as Amelie and It's a Wonderful Life). Tonight I was way overdue for some ESotSM. It's funny how it can have the same effects on me every time. I've got that whole joie de vivre and carpe diem thing going on now. Not to mention a certain veni, vidi, vici and of course, eine kleine nocht musick.
Hmm...Maybe I'll watch Amelie now.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I.Suck@blogging.com
Mostly just to get that obnoxious freeze-frame of strange canadian college students off the top 'O the blog:
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Monday, September 07, 2009
A few days ago I was trying to show Lucie how a stethoscope works. She had it positioned over her heart and after listening for a few seconds she looked up and said, "My heart smells stupid."
Awesome.
Monday, August 24, 2009
pics
Captions to follow when my job stops draining every second of my time. More on this and other stories at 11, including why on earth I'm on call 8 times in 12 days.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
surprise, it didn't suck.
In fact I really liked it. Really.
Melissa rented Knowing with Nicolas Cage and I rolled my eyes. Ever since he entered his post-family man, National "I can't believe they made two of them" Treasure, what-the-hell-is-going-on-with-his-hair
phase I have completely lost interest in him or any of his films. Thus I expected nothing short of pure annoyance from this film which seemed right similar in plot synopsis to 2007's Next, a film which sucked enough in the 8 minutes I saw to cause me to turn it off. But, much to my surprise, except for a few plot points, and awkward lines, I was fairly riveted by the whole thing. There are some amazing scenes (I don't use that phrase lightly) and a couple of story decisions which were downright brave. Good on you, Nicolas Cage! Way to not suck so much. Of course, now you* will have slightly increased expectations if you** take any stock in this blogger's opinion (and you*** had better), and this may thus ruin it for you****. Whatever. Go rent it, you.***** Lemme know what you****** think.
*ryan and/or peter
**again, ryan and/or peter
***you get the idea
In other news, a while back I barked at lucie for heaven knows what and she started crying, as she is wont to do. Then she floored me with the following remark: "Daddy, I'm just a widdow girw!" I immediately melted into pieces and gave her whatever she wanted (probably a knife or mixed drink). She picked up on this, however, and now throws that line around just about every time she doesn't get exactly what she wants. Ahhh...kids.
I got to sit in a dunking booth for the first time in my life today. It was fun, although as there were only a handful of people at the fundraiser, and as the other booth was populated by a famous Missouri Basketball player, I spent the majority of my stint sitting sadly dry on my sad pedestal. Fortunately my friend was kind enough to pay for his 6 year old son the throw enough balls to eventually get me in the water.
Did you know that I will never have to be on general surgery call again? Never will I have to hear the words, "hey, Holyoak, there are 2 traumas coming in and three Nec Fasc* [pronounced "neck-fash"] consults in the ER. Good luck with that." And although I am currently on call and have been for all but 2 days this week (YIKES!), it is a glorious time filled with prostates and kidneys. So happy I picked urology. I am actually super lucky as I pretty much picked my specialty out of a hat based on little to no real knowledge of what lay before me.
*Necrotizing Fasciitis (click at your own risk, and that of your appetite). Is it legal to start a new series of asterisks?
Finally, some much overdue pictures. I had spent about an hour offloading 5 or 6 hilarious/adorable vids from my camcorder only to realize the sound didn't transfer over, (wtf, firewire?) and totally lost my mind in anger. So you just get these. Deal.
Melissa rented Knowing with Nicolas Cage and I rolled my eyes. Ever since he entered his post-family man, National "I can't believe they made two of them" Treasure, what-the-hell-is-going-on-with-his-hair
phase I have completely lost interest in him or any of his films. Thus I expected nothing short of pure annoyance from this film which seemed right similar in plot synopsis to 2007's Next, a film which sucked enough in the 8 minutes I saw to cause me to turn it off. But, much to my surprise, except for a few plot points, and awkward lines, I was fairly riveted by the whole thing. There are some amazing scenes (I don't use that phrase lightly) and a couple of story decisions which were downright brave. Good on you, Nicolas Cage! Way to not suck so much. Of course, now you* will have slightly increased expectations if you** take any stock in this blogger's opinion (and you*** had better), and this may thus ruin it for you****. Whatever. Go rent it, you.***** Lemme know what you****** think. *ryan and/or peter
**again, ryan and/or peter
***you get the idea
In other news, a while back I barked at lucie for heaven knows what and she started crying, as she is wont to do. Then she floored me with the following remark: "Daddy, I'm just a widdow girw!" I immediately melted into pieces and gave her whatever she wanted (probably a knife or mixed drink). She picked up on this, however, and now throws that line around just about every time she doesn't get exactly what she wants. Ahhh...kids.
I got to sit in a dunking booth for the first time in my life today. It was fun, although as there were only a handful of people at the fundraiser, and as the other booth was populated by a famous Missouri Basketball player, I spent the majority of my stint sitting sadly dry on my sad pedestal. Fortunately my friend was kind enough to pay for his 6 year old son the throw enough balls to eventually get me in the water.
Did you know that I will never have to be on general surgery call again? Never will I have to hear the words, "hey, Holyoak, there are 2 traumas coming in and three Nec Fasc* [pronounced "neck-fash"] consults in the ER. Good luck with that." And although I am currently on call and have been for all but 2 days this week (YIKES!), it is a glorious time filled with prostates and kidneys. So happy I picked urology. I am actually super lucky as I pretty much picked my specialty out of a hat based on little to no real knowledge of what lay before me.
*Necrotizing Fasciitis (click at your own risk, and that of your appetite). Is it legal to start a new series of asterisks?
Finally, some much overdue pictures. I had spent about an hour offloading 5 or 6 hilarious/adorable vids from my camcorder only to realize the sound didn't transfer over, (wtf, firewire?) and totally lost my mind in anger. So you just get these. Deal.
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