This is my final 2012 New Year's Resolution update post. I MADE IT!!
Me & Mine 2012
When I first conceived of my 2012 New Year's Resolutions, my thought was that making homemade pasta would be a gimme. A one-time thing? Sure! Easy!
But, as time went on, I became less and less convinced I would ever get it done.
I know many of you aren't really going to sympathize with me on this, but I'm sad. Why? Because today is the final workday of my leave at home with Nathan.
I can hear the derision now... "Ohhhh, poor baby. You had seven weeks off and are going to whine about it coming to an end."
I'm tellin' ya, folks, don't mix sinus and cold medications with alcohol. You will have seriously effed up dreams.
For background's sake, I've been sick since Wednesday. Mostly coldlike symptoms... severe sinus congestion, cough, sore throat. No fever, thankfully.
The final triple date we'll have until the 22nd century. If the human race survives that long, of course.
I realized that today also marks the start of the single-digit countdown until the Mayan prediction of the end of the world.
Guess I can stop paying my bills.
If you're my age and walking around a college campus pushing a baby in a stroller, do you think you're immediately thought of as some pervy old guy using a baby to pick up coeds?
I get the feeling that I may come out of this paternity leave a few pounds lighter.
What's the secret to my diet? Sitting on my ass. Sitting on it plenty.
I was *this* close to having a 50% posting rate last month. *THIS* *CLOSE*. I missed it by one day because I got lazy yesterday. D'oh!
I'll hold that post until tomorrow or the day after and will, instead, give you my New Year's Resolution Recap for November.
Remember, remember on the fifth of November
a New Year's post I've yet to jot.
I know of no reason a simple blog post
Should ever be forgot.
I had a dream the other night that my iPad developed a blemish.
It was a round spiderweb like crack and, when I pressed down in the middle, it functioned like the home button. Kinda strange. Sure, no one wants a cracked screen but at least it served a utilitarian purpose.
I read an interesting article on CNN.com today about the LIVESTRONG brand. In it, the writer posits the question about whether or not it's appropriate to continue wearing the iconic yellow LIVESTRONG bracelet.
In light of all the crap that has been going on with Lance Armstrong and the ultimate outcome announced today that the International Cycling Union is banning him for life from the sport and officially stripping him of all seven of his Tour de France wins, should people still wear the bracelet?
Can someone explain to me where the time goes?
Today is Nathan's one month birthday. Our kid is ONE MONTH OLD!! Just... wha... how... I... yowza.
We received a postcard in the mail yesterday from a local realtor advertising a recent sale they made in our neighborhood. The idea, I gather, is to show that they can actually make sales in our subdivision and that we should use them if we decide to sell our place.
Such is my life these last couple of days.
For obvious reasons (well, actually just one reason, really), New Year's Resolutions sorta fell by the wayside this month.
I will do better. I hope. Oh heck, I can't really say. Life is in a state of change right now. Who knows what will happen on any given day, right? Such is parenthood.
Here's my September recap all the same.
So here's the latest news on the kapgar 2.0 front.
Basically, there is no news as there is no baby. And there is no baby because there is zero dilation and zero effacing ("effacement"?). Because there is zero of those two very vital things, the doctor doesn't want to rush it with inducing the baby.
Hey all. Nope, still no kapgar 2.0. So, in the absence of a baby for the time being, how about a Snippet Wednesday?
No, it doesn't seem like an even trade to me either.
In case any of you would like an update on Kapgar 2.0 Watch 2012...
It's time for another mixed bag review of my month's worth of progress toward my New Year's Resolutions.
Ready? Set? Go!
Today is a very sad day in the kapgar household. One from which we may never fully recover.
We lost a friend. A good friend. One that has been with us for several years now and has helped pick us up when we were feeling low. Entertained us. Made us laugh, cry, scream, and think.
While I wouldn't call this month a "failure" in terms of my New Year's Resolutions, I wouldn't call it a spectacular success, either.
I did make progress on some fronts. But I bombed on a coup,e others, too.
Oh, well. Can't win them all.
The level of creativity and detail of which the human brain is capable both astounds and terrifies me. This morning, I was convinced that I had missed out on a fantastic photo opportunity to share with all of you via my blog, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Flickr. I wanted to kick myself.
Then I realized it was all a dream. A very vivid, detailed, graphic dream. And it all happened in the span of 10 reality-based minutes.
Have you ever heard of a "slumpbuster"?
In sports parlance, and according to Urban Dictionary, a "slumpbuster" occurs when an athlete is in a slump and needs "an easy score to get [their] confidence back up and break the slump" usually by sleeping with someone with whom they normally wouldn't associate. To say it in better-than-provided terms, someone who is not the normal model or beauty queen that many athletes are seen with in public.
Sure, in this case it's definitely a negative term, but the concept is a solid one. Well, other than the sleeping around bit, that is.
It's been a bit of a bad month for me in terms of my New Year's Resolutions.
First, there are several on which I failed to make even a modicum of progress.
Second, I didn't even get this recap post out there on time. As I recall, today is actually July 2, right?
Oh, this doesn't bode well.
You remember that post where I was joking around about Hollywood-ized, out-there names for our baby if it happens to be a boy? Well, there has been a rather unexpected side effect courtesy of Jen (one of our SiLs).
Since we don't know the gender of our baby and we're not planning to find out and therefore cannot use stand-in names like "Baby Boy A" or "Baby Girl A" or even gender-specific pronouns like "he," "him," "she," or "her," Jen has taken to calling our baby by one of the names in that blog post.
The world is so consumed with things that need to be fixed these days.
"We need better and cleaner forms of energy!"
"We need to mend the rift between political parties!"
"We need to feed the world's starving populations!"
"We need to figure out why Lindsay Lohan's career is in the crapper and her life has become so f'd up!"
I forgot that summer vacation is upon us. I truly cannot believe it's already here.
I work in the downtown area of a large Chicago suburb and, as a result of it being summer vacation, the place is crawling with kids. And I don't mean the occasional one or two. More like one or two hundred.
When I was a kid, one of my favorite games to play when going on a road trip with my family was the good ol' License Plate Game.
You know the game, don't you? While your parents are driving to whatever pseudo-exotic locale that never seems to be close enough to erase the constant nagging of children and their raisin-sized bladders, you check out the license plates of the cars around you and try to find all 50 states and however many protectorates and Canadian provinces you can (I'm still not sure entirely how many provinces there are; we just marked them and they became a bonus). It was basically a form of semi-innocent stalking.
Welcome to June!
Wow. Yeah, I just said "June." Katie and I are having a baby in less than three and a half months. Where'd the time go? Not that I want it to stop. We both are really excited about this new chapter, but it doesn't feel like we've been given enough time to enjoy this growing-inside-the-belly phase of the game.
Oy! Well, being that it's June 1, I need to recap my progress on my New Year's Resolutions.
Print is dead.
It pains me to say that, but it is and I'm finding myself shockingly willing to accept its demise.
Adios. Arrivederci. Adieu. Auf Wiedersehen. Aloha.
I like to swear. I'm very good at it. I'm not talking Al Pacino level or anything. I mean, that dude can swear like nobody's business. I do strive to be like him, though.
Well, I did anyway. Until the point in time where Katie and I found out that she was pregnant. That lifetime of dedication to the fine art of verbal cursing came to a screeching halt. I'm told that kids are sponges and, whether you realize it or not, they pick up what those around them say and do and feel.
I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for all their well wishes and kind words and expressions of sheer shock on our announcement yesterday. The outpouring here on my blog and on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram has been overwhelming to say the very least.
Who'd'a thunk that to be popular online, all I had to do was get Katie pregnant?
I keed! I keed!
Dear readers of Kapgar.com,
I owe you all an apology and a sincere debt of gratitude.
For the last several months, I've been lacking as a blogger and host. You all regularly pop in on me or have your RSS aggregators set to collect my latest post and, yet, I've given you little or nothing in recompense for your loyalty.
As you know, I've become an Instagram junkie over the course of the last year and a half. At first, it was never easy to share what you take with friends unless you had your account tied to social media such as Facebook or Twitter. Then we got the ability to add to Flickr. Then the system opened up to Android phones instead of just the iPhone.
Now we have one other new way... and a chance for me to potentially make money as well!