Monday, April 17, 2006

D-Lidz is a STELLAR student and other news...

It's so nice to get a call from one of the kiddos--completely out of the blue with no strings attached. I get to find out what's going on without reading it in their blogs!

And so it was that today I was getting ready to call it a day at work--my first day back in just over 9 weeks of medical leave--and D-Lidz calls to tell me that she is the recipient of not one but TWO art scholarships! One is a "Dashiel" (sp?) travel scholarship for her trip to Japan at the end of May for 10 days. The other is an art history scholarship for 500 big ole buckaroos!! Woohoo! News like that warms a DolliMama's heart...and HHarveyboy is pretty damn proud, too!

In other news, Ell-wee-dot (our Bean) and Mommy (Baddao) are finalizing their plans for their whirlwind trip to o-HI-o so that a) Bean can hang with the grandparents, et al. and 2) Momma can go see her favorite Hammel on Trial and attend the big Tin-Huey-etc-etc (Mug-o-Sheep Connection) gala at the Lime-o-Spider on April 29. Daddy Kreahs probably won't be able to make the trek this time but will save up his time for some kickin' back in AK-Rowdy style in July for a family va-cay.

Mombi was getting her thrift on today after 40 days and 40 nights of sacrifice...a pain just shy of flagellation. Nice way to spend her day off! She and the Pirate still have an overstuffed Easter basket waiting for them at Castle Gold, filled with pounds of chocolate, Cow Tails, and Peeps. Yes, PEEPS!--luscious, colorful PEEPS--blue, yellow, purple, and pink! Come and get it, kiddos!!

And that's how WE roll!

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Health Report



D-Mom’s getting better. D-Mom’s looking better. D-Mom’s feeling better.

This is good.

But she’s turning me into my old disorganized self by starting to take over little household chores.

This is NOT good.

When I knew that if I didn’t do it, it wouldn’t get done, I was a happy, productive Harvey who’s work was never done, so there was no opening for Mister Inert to raise his wooly, ugly head!!! No thrashing around making sandwiches and waiting for an email I could sink my teeth into.
Now she’ll empty a wastebasket. Fold a little laundry… and I let her, cause it’s good for her, but not so good for me.

I mean I was pleasantly humming around the house, grabbing the errant newspaper under one arm while shuttling the laundry, coming out of the laundry room, depositing the paper in the trash while NOW carrying a light bulb and the stepstool, having started a load while hanging up ANYTHING IN DOUBT to dry and starting the dryer on everything else. I’d change the light bulb, only after having pulled out the chicken to thaw, then stopping to add sour cream to the shopping list while repainting the ceiling (I mean, I DID have the stepstool out, right?), and … um… coming up with some lyrics to my newest song that I’ll likely never record. All on just over 4000 calories a day. I- WAS- READY!

But enough about me. D-Mom is the story here. I WAS really busy on the day of my tale in question, as my humble little production company in New York has been doing some big stuff recently… see the Oscars telecast? I rest my case. Anyway, I was pacing around my office and kitchen, on the phone, readying our gang in NY for the onslaught of the infamous “CLIENT COMING IN FROM L.A.” again, when I noticed D-Mom quietly but ‘elegantly purposeful,’ padding around the house, going from room to room to room and back with something in her arms.

This answers, at least partially, at least for D-Mom, the question of “what will she do with herself when she retires?” We already know about sleeping, eating, shopping, watching DVD's, sleeping, and sleeping. But this was simply inspired.

In her loving yet a little twisted grasp was my henchbaby, Clicky (officially birthed, I believe, by Lizzard and her friend M-Lee, but I have since hired said purchase away from their clutches), in D-Mom’s arms, with yet a new piece of armament. Why? I know not. I’m just grateful for this kind of activity, both on the part of my henchbaby, embracing new technology for the purpose of both my protection and the implementation of my sinister bidding, thus simply, the stuff love is made of, on both Clicky and D-Mom’s parts.

The fruit of all this is in the above photo D-Mom shot, and Clicky was kind enought to sit for, and a beautiful photo it is. What a family I have… a lucky man I yam. Thanks D-Mom.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

... and I had to pick it up with a paper towel and set it free back into it's natural habitat.

So I did. Aren't you glad you got us started, Mombi?

Debbie brought a slug into the house today, spit it onto the floor and licked it.

I have nothing more to add. Isn't that bad enough?

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Right Straight to Blogger Hell

Every once in a while, barkyboy chides me for spending some time with my beloved blogs: baddao, mombi, markovicious, zaina, kcshow, dooce, and now jammed-on-on. Each night before I go to bed, I find it soothing to know that Blog's in his heaven and all's right with the world--or that one of my kids is suffering/recovering from a malady or struggling with a barf issue. There's always something there to set my dreams afloat.
 
But now barky's one of us...yesterday i sent him straight to blogger hell.
 
You see, the Tin Huey bulletin board was inactivated a couple of years ago when it began misbehaving in technologically unacceptable ways. While we would periodically post stuff on the news pages, there was no convenient way for fans (aka, friends and relatives) to write back in a more public way. Yes, e-mails are nice but they don't afford one the benefit of visiting and revisiting the a) scene of the crime or 2) public display of (dis)affection. A blog, while not the perfect venue, allows blabbing by the owner and corresponding blabbing by an audience; a group diary, sans padlock.
 
So, re-energized after receiving a faboo web-savvy tutorial from my son-in-law, kreahs, I went about the work of creating a blog for barky/tinhuey last night while he was practicing with his bandmates for their upcoming gig (4/29). When he came home, it was done and he loved it! His own private idaho!
 
But I can see it now--I'm sure I've created a monster: he'll be in his office tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard, now solely dedicated to his blogging; I'll be in the kitchen on the laptop, hitting "reload" to see what's on his mind. Isn't this the kind of thing that broke up that wonderful couple, Prince and Kim Basinger? Not quite the same but still, a wordless conveyance of messages, right? Naw, not to worry--one of us always has something to say out loud! Don't *you* find the sounds of our voices quite charming??
 
Thus, here it is--tinhuey.com/blog.htm. While you're there, poke around the site...you may see some faces you recognize.