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So, now Nya says everything we say. Everything.
Last week, I read a book with a kitchen scene to her, and pointed out each object.
(me pointing to the book) "Apple. This is an apple. Apple. You say; apple." (and then I point to her lips) "Abu." "Good! Book. This is a book. You say; book." "Bût." "Good. Girl. This is a girl. You say." "Gur." "Good. Frying pan. This is a frying pan. You say." "Fynpan."
And so on. SINCE then, she just says everything we say, without prompting. Everything.
So needless to say, we've been editing out words like "jerk", "douche-bag", "punk" and "moron". Now, dinner conversations go like this:
Tamika: So, did that big project get done? Benjamin: No. They decided to be Elmos and ask for revisions. Nya: Ewmo! Tamika: That stinks. Benjamin: Yeah, they were a bunch of Big Birds. The completely Dora-ed the whole process, and sent it back for 6 Snufalumpagus revisions. I'm so sick of this Telly Monster project. Nya: Dooo-wah! (Dora) Tamika: I'm tired of them treating you like Ernie. How much more do you have to do with them? Nya: Eehnie! Benjamin: Not too much, this is the last project. It's not the AE's fault, the client is on it's way out and it's being a Backpack. Nya: Bah-pat, BAH-PAT!
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Just because I'm a graphic designer, doesn't mean I can't still love physics.
If you do to, you're going to enjoy these. The explanation is pretty simple, if you don't get it from the first video, you'll understand by the last one.
There are 2 shows, one at 8:30pm, and one at 10:30.
Comedian Stacey Carver is going to be headlining the event.
If you can come, please contact Tamika! The band has to sell some tickets for their spot in the lineup, and if you order them through her, you only have to pay $15 (they're $20 at the door).
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Lately, I've been pulling 19-20 hour days, just trying to get everything done.
Last night, I got home late from a meeting with Bourbon Coffee, which was further exacerbated by a Mercedes doing an oscillatory dance between a 3-ton truck and a Kia right at the I-95 Northbound exit off of 459.
Tamika just needed to talk, because the kids had been driving her up a wall all day long. I listened quietly, and then our conversation spilled into finances. With a lot of help; we've been slowly digging ourselves out of our financial difficulties by surviving on a shoestring budget. But that has been taking it's toll. Tamika wished we could afford a babysitter, and wondered about what our future was.
After a while, the conversation subsided. I glanced at the clock. It was 11:30.
I got up silently and went downstairs.
Tamika followed me, and quietly sat in the chair next to my desk.
"Why are you working?" she asked softly.
I stared at the screens for a moment while programs fluttered open. "It's all I know how to do." I replied, "It's all I can think of to help out."
Tamika got up, and took my head in her hands and held me close. We must have stayed like that for a half an hour. She just held my tight, played with my hair, rubbed my back, and smoothed out the lines of worry on my head.
She kissed me, then headed upstairs. A little while later, she came back down with a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and vanilla ice cream in it.
