i’d rather dance with you.

welcome to Vertigo and the year 2000!

lyndsey got an iPod for christmas.

Granted, the gift came after some vague threatening (i.e., ‘if you get me a Shuffle, so help me … I’ll shove it up your ass!’ etc.) but much to the joy of the lord and the angels on baby Jesus’ birthday, it was a NANO. hurray! gigabytes!

so, my younger cousins are all hip to the scene, and already know about “syncing.”

i am a very old woman, and I do not need another excuse to be on the computer.

but i am “syncing” and i likely will be all night long.

there was a lot that happened on ‘vacation,’ much of it — surprisingly — outside of the internets.

my sister-in-law officially announced her pregnancy today. you heard it on theteet.blogspot.com first.

We heard seth’s mother shriek, and she came out crying, holding a soon-to-be two-year-old Jacob who donned an “I’m a big … BROTHER!” T-shirt. Very cute, although I suspect howtotellthefamilyyourepreggers.com.

I can’t wait to hit the road with this little MP3 player. No more 8 lbs. Walkman in tow, although I will miss the concept of the “mixed tape.”

Maybe I’ll tell you more about it when I’ve calmed down a little bit.

Bill, two words. Amazing. Beer.

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  • Bad Town

    Say what you will about Catholic monks, but those Trappists sure know beer. Maybe strong, complex beer helps them to deal with that vow of celibacy. I never took a vow, but I know it helps me.

  • Anonymous

    You can still have mix tapes. You have to listen to *something* in your car.