Fancy baby’s fancy day

My nephew, “Flapjack”, was christened last weekend!

One of us is paying no attention to the words being spoken.

One of us is paying no attention to the words being spoken.

He looked VERY fancy in his special outfit and was well-behaved — albeit a bit puzzled — during the service.

Happy baby in his fancy Christening suit.

Happy baby in his fancy Christening suit.

I was surprised at how difficult it was to find an outfit for him! Many of the stores that we checked don’t carry christening outfits in-store anymore. I guess that’s a testament to the role of organized religion in modern American life. Check out this 1997-era style-less HTML table!

Stores with in-stock christening outfits
Nope! Yep!
Babies R Us
Burlington Coat Factory
JC Penney
Buy Buy Baby

The stores that did have christening outfits in stock had racks and racks of cute dresses for girls, and two styles in one size (usually the wrong one) for boys. And the styles for boys either had gaudy embroidered doves on them or looked like a white satin ventriloquist’s dummy suit. Which, no. We ended up going online to Baby Beau and Belle (not a sponsor, I suck, etc) and were very pleased with the selection and the delivery. Etsy was out of the question because of the time constraint.

I don't know why I look so smug. I had nothing to do with bringing this child into the world. But he's pretty awesome.


I don’t know why I look so smug. I had nothing to do with bringing this kid into the world. But he’s pretty awesome, and it was an honor for proud auntie to be proud Godmother.

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Life Itself review

Life Itself: A MemoirLife Itself: A Memoir by Roger Ebert
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I love a good autobiography. I’d been wanting to read this book for ages, but since I’m opposed to paying $12.99 for an eBook and the library didn’t have a copy available to borrow, I waited until it went on sale. The price dropped to $3.99 last week and I was all over it.

Things I enjoyed:

His newspaper stories – I worked for a paper for 12 years and started just as the glory days were ending. I love hearing old newspaper stories.
The stories of his early childhood and his twisted relationship with his mother. I admire that he put that stuff out there.
The stories about Chaz, Siskel, and his health, including his battle with alcoholism.

Things that I wanted to read about that he didn’t include:

Moving on after Siskel’s death. / Anything about Richard Roeper.
His books! His Pulitzer!
Why he chose to to build his website.
His opinion about the changes in the newspaper world.

Things I could have done without:

The reprints of his Esquire interviews.
The friend chapters. Drove me nuts how the beginning of each chapter on one of his friends would take me back to 1967. At least I heard of John Wayne and Lee Marvin.

With all the years Ebert spent writing for newspaper I expected an autobiography so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. Instead it was really rambly and I feel like a complete heel for pointing it out. (As if I could write better.) Three stars and a thumbs up.

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Macabre musings

Macabre musing #1:

Because a box of ashes deserves more than a plastic bag.

Because a box of ashes deserves more than a plastic bag.

This is the bag that Charlie’s remains came in. Doesn’t it look like it came from some swanky little artsy boutique? I’m tempted to carry my lunch to work in it and see if anyone notices.

Macabre musing #2:

(in bathroom, staring at new bathroom rug)
Me: (sighs sadly) Now that Charlie’s gone I can have a bathroom rug again.
WM: If it makes you feel better, I’ll pee on it.

Macabre musing #3:

(at Target)
Me: (pulling cheap white towels off of a stack) Rather than pee pads, we can use these for Max until his peeing slows down.
WM: In that case, get the yellow ones.

Need towels for leaky pets? Urine luck!

Need towels for leaky pets? Urine luck!

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Forty-two years of me!

I did this for the pets this year so I had to humiliate myself in the same way, right?



So yeah. Forty-two, aka my twenty-first (times two) birthday. That makes me a senior citizen in Internet years, doesn’t it? Today I brought some donuts into work because may as well share the joy with coworkers, right? :) Tonight I’ll take it easy, but tomorrow night we’ll be off to dinner with my nephew and his entourage. And on Sunday I’m having dinner with some ladies I met in Junior High THIRTY years ago! (gulp!)

Life is good, but there are still pockets of sadness among the sunshine. I miss Charlie so much and I’m bummed about Max. I’m a little adrift and still not sure what the point of my existence is. Am I meant to shuffle off the earth in 42 more years with nothing good left behind? This year I’m going to keep referring to Invictus by William Ernest Henley.

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


As I begin my forty-third trip around the sun, I want to thank you all for taking the time to read ye old blogge. As our attention spans have been reduced to 140 characters or less, it’s nice to still have blog readers.

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