Monday, May 29, 2006

I know you are, but what am I?

You Are a Frappacino

At your best, you are: fun loving, sweet, and modern

At your worst, you are: childish and over indulgent

You drink coffee when: you're craving something sweet

Your caffeine addiction level: low

Thursday, May 25, 2006

Bad, Bad Leroy Brown

Baddest toad in the whole damn town

Wild animals are never in short supply here on Costa drive, what with the poisonous snakes, bats, foxes, and now - toads. This is Leroy. He lives in my flowers. Evan is completely smitten with him, and searches for him in the evenings as Leroy hops across the sidewalk to get to the other lines of begonias.

Twice, he's brought Leroy into the house to show him to me, which wouldn't be a problem, except Leroy is an escape artist and doesn't really like to be held. Now he's banned from the inside of the house.

But I do like having him in my flowers. And I think he eats bugs. Another brownie point for Leroy.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Off'd a Hoffa who?

We think he's around here somewhere...

So, the FBI finally has its ass in gear, 30+ years later to find the body of Jimmy Hoffa.

That would be wonderful, except they're looking in the wrong place. Being from Jersey and all, I long stood by the idea that good ol' Jimmy was stashed under the 50 yard line of Giants Stadium. However, that was before I moved to Costa Dr.

Since moving here, our dog Guido has developed a more than freaky habit of staring at the landing, directly at the empty space between ceiling and floor. Being a devout Sylvia Brown fan, I know, of course, that this could only mean one thing - Guido was seeing a ghost.

I tried to compile a list of people who I thought it could be, but really, there's no one it could be other than good ol' Jimmy. And so, armed with that knowledge, I sprung it on my husband, demanding he rip out the (already loose and crumbly) drop ceiling under the spot where Guido stares.

After agreeing with my stellar plan* he could hardly contain himself** as he tore down ceiling tiles. Much to my dismay, we couldnt see the spot we*** were hoping to, and we stood staring at one another, stale, stained ceiling tiles swimming around our ankles.

From what we could see, there was nada. However, after pulling back some paneling, we found a really spooky and completely out of place wall:

That could totally conceal a teamster. So, I'm still holding out hope.

* Read: after calling me a freak, and saing he wasn't going to rip out the ceiling, no matter who was buried in it
** Read: he ripped it out anyway, because at the time, his wife was 9 months pregnant and her moods were wild and scary
*** Read: I

Monday, May 15, 2006

So, I had me a baby

Cecilia Grace
born: April 26th 2006
7:19 pm
7lbs 3oz
19.5 inches long

In case you're wondering, that's what perfection looks like :)