lolrus bukkit: There is nothing better than the lolrus bukkit. Even Clitorious likes the lolrus bukkit saga.

In fact, the whole phenomenon of LOLCat is so pervasive, linguistic scholars have been writing about it. This cracks me up even MORE because I LOVE it when serious academia types take a look at pop culture phenomena in attempts to locate them in a larger scholarly context. Usually I get all giddy when this happens to a romance novel, but I’m all about the Lolrus getting his academia-speak on, too.

For the record, Freebird still prefers a buckle, but whatever.

cyclobenzaprine: I haven’t the foggiest why someone would be searching my site for a muscle relaxant. I can’t take it, either way. So enjoy your prescription.

But rememberz:

Back when the internet was brand new, and I could only access it while I was visiting Hubby at his university in Chicago, I was surfing Yahoo, which I had NEVER seen before, and was black text on a gray background. I found Archive X, which was a collection of user submitted ghost stories. Some of them are awful and poorly written. Some of them creep the crap out of me. I can’t believe it’s still around. And still somewhat creepy. 

1. What do you think someone might put in a ziploc bag decorated with marijuana leaves? I can’t imagine anything appropriate to put in there, can you?

2. With a continued woot-off, will I get anything done? NOOOOOO.

3. Why is it that Freebird is suddenly obsessed with clasps and buckles? I called Rbelle last night and said, “Do you ever have to wait to get your kids out of the car?” She was like, “Uh, NO.” Me? I’d been standing in the driveway for 15 minutes while Freebird tried to figure out the top buckle on his carseat straps. Normally I’d be all “I’m the Mom and it’s Mom’s Law round here!” but he was so happy and so fascinated (and I was kind of amused by his complete fixation on the buckle) that I hung out with him and wondered if I could set up carside service for his dinner so I didn’t have to go anywhere once I pulled in the driveway.

3.a Why is it that Hubby thinks of good things to do that I totally blank on. Freebird’s obsession with buckles vs. his intense dislike of laying down on the changing table? Aha! Give him the strap - conveniently equipped with a BUCKLE at the end - to play with. Very happy Bird who gets clean pants and fresh clothes with no fuss. Man, Hubby is a genius.

4. How long until I Photoshop a picture of Freebird with a buckle and the caption, “I HAS A BUKKLE! NOOOO THEY BE STEALIN’ MAH BUKKLE!”

Freebird is still happy and eager to wake up at 3am and start COUNTING TO TEN AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS OMG. This has yielded two very tired parents who wake up and have no choice but to listen. He’s not crying or anything. Just counting. Over and over. Until he goes back to sleep.

I think we need earplugs that exclusively filter out the counting. I bet Sesame Street makes them. Right? RIGHT?! 

This is the link that caused Hubby to go into convulsions. He laughed so hard he had to sit down. TWICE. TWO SEPARATE TIMES he fell over giggling at the thought of this chair taking up residence in our home.

Man, it’s almost tempting to get it and see if the top of Hubby’s head comes off when he laughs at the real live version.

Last night I got the urge to make a dish I hadn’t cooked in at least a year - spicy peanut soba noodles with chicken. YUM.

This morning I got up, and despite low blood pressure had the urge to cook some more, and made oven-puffed pancake with sliced fruit for breakfast. Again, yum.

I’m not sure what’s going on, but my urge to cook is in high gear like damn. 

Last night Hubby and I had an outstanding dinner, reminding us both that (a) we need to take advantage of Parents’ Night Out at our daycare more often and (b) really good food is so much fun to eat and talk about. The place we ate last night was just incredible, and we loved it. All these little touches - silverware we’d never seen before, tiny salt dishes with tiny spoons, and an amuse-bouche of cucumber-wrapped seared tuna with wasabi crème fraîche. While we love fine dining, it’s not something we can make a habit of. Next time we might go for the local Ethiopian place, or something much more lower scale. But gosh dinner was good.

And then this morning, we met with the architect with preliminary designs for our home - we both agreed easily which one we liked better, so next up our nice architect dude is going to draw up a three-dimensional computer model of what we want to show us how the whole thing will actually look. He also did designs for a second addition to add a master bath and closet suite to our existing bedroom, but we don’t think that we can swing doing both at the same time. The kitchen alone will be a big kahuna of a project.

All this fine dining and house renovation is making me seriously think that we need to win the lottery or something. Maybe a dumptruck of money will park itself in my driveway. That’d be awesome.