12.31.2005

Out With The Old


The end of 2005 will be ushered out with much blowing of noses and consumption of Nyquil at the Holbrook house, and 2006 will be ushered in with more of the same. And when I ask The Husband for a back tickle in the New Year his answer will be the same as it was in the Old Year: "I'm trying to sleep!”

Peter Pan took his first outdoor steps today as he had his final round of shots earlier this week. He is immune! Hallelujah! Quarantine was rough, and not allowing his paws to touch a floor another dog may have touched was a little bit sanity-consuming, but we made it through! We celebrated by dressing him up in his jaunty Isaac Mizrahi trench coat and booties and taking him for a very jaunty but terribly ADD style walk in the snow. It went like this: walk walk walk - stop to sniff- walk walk walk- lick the cement!- walk walk walk- gotta catch the leaf gotta catch the leaf!- walk walk walk- run run run! - wait, where was I going? And then we let him race down the hall on our floor, and let me tell you, with good carpeted traction and free space to run, that dog can catch some speed! And then he whimpered at the door while The Husband took a shower. He could find no solace in his mommy who was sitting on the couch fully available and waiting for love. So sad.

So, here's to your New Year, and here's to ours as well, which The Husband has decided will be a Naked New Year; a new tradition he swears up and down we're starting tonight. We'll see about that one. Happy New Year!

12.30.2005

thoughts on trains.


I like taking the Number 2 train because the announcements are done by a tag team of what I like to imagine is a happily married couple. First the woman tells you what stop you're at and what stop is next; then the man tells you to "Stand clear of the closing doors, please." I like it because the man is looking out for our safety (as all men should, really) and the woman is being kind and telling us where we are.

It is much preferable to the Number 5 train. I dislike it when I'm told, "This is the last stop on this train - please exit the train immediately," because that means I have to sit at the Bowling Green stop for just about forever with the tacky orange subway tiles where it’s hot and sticky until another train comes along, and really.

That's it, kids.

12.15.2005

some more thoughts on subways.


I was on the slowest subway in all of the world this morning. We were stopped for 15 minutes at the bottom of the East River because of "signal failure." Under the East River for crying out loud! The longer you sit there the more you're aware that you're trapped under some five million gallons of water and I might be exaggerating but it was a lot to think about.

I asked The Husband if his train experience was similar to mine, as he'd left for work 30 minutes earlier than me and left me to put on makeup and make vital wardrobe decisions all by my lonesome, and he said no. (No!)

12.11.2005

CHRISTMAS


And now it is Christmas! We have our tree up and everything. Our very first Christmas with a baby. Who is a puppy.

Peter Pan is growing up so fast. We stripped his coat for the first time and now he's quite the striking gentleman. The Husband has taken his LSAT and has finished his admissions essay. All that's left to do is make cookies wait till Christmas comes along.

This photo is obviously THEEEE most flattering photo ever taken. 

12.02.2005

And They Call It Puppy Love



I've told you all about this new puppy of ours who just happens to be a genius, haven't I? He's so smart that in just three days he's figured out paper training and will quietly excuse himself from the living room to take a piddle on the pad and then come back for big praise and a treat. He’s a genius, I really mean it.

In other news, the Christmas tree is up (aluminum and in all its tiny glory) and we're watching one of those claymation Christmas movies with the Burgermeister Meister Burger and questionable songs about kids sitting on strange men's laps.

P.S. Brandon takes his LSAT tomorrow morning. He's studied for months and lost about 5 pounds of worry weight. He needs lots of support. And a 180, if you please. Pray for him.