dad is home from florida!

an inside joke among us kids that i'd almost forgotten until emmett said it tonight.

you see, this is mom and dad's anniverary weekend.

when we were growing up and dad got back from his yearly scuba trip in florida, he was usually very happy to see mom again.

"dad is home from florida" became code to sleep with your headphones on.

emmett said he was texting this message to our little brother, cole, who still lives at home.

i say no more.

pics below are from dinner with 2 of my sibs and the 'rents.

amy treated and it was very enjoyable.

highlights included:

me and emmett arguing over who has the fatter face when photographed.

mom got a little tipsy. 1.5 glasses of wine. What a lightweight! lol

it took 4 tries, but this picture was determined to be the best by amy. even at dinner i'm being art directed.

32 years of marriage. still laughing and still good looking.

143, mom & dad.

it all started 32 years ago...

today is my mom and dad's 32nd anniversary.

mom and dad always like to tell the story of when they new they would be together forever.

it was the night of the freak storm that caused a lightning bolt to hit the clock tower.

mom always thought dad was a little dorky until he defended her honor by cold-cocking the school bully in the parking lot of their high school.

then dad led her into the the gymnasium for their first dance to the song "earth angel."

that night, some skinny kid with a big booming black man's voice performed "johnny b. goode" and then mysteriously disappeared in a stainless steel hot-rod.

years later, they had 5 extremely attractive children and life was good.

except for that time when their second son went delusional in his online journal and kept confusing reality with 80's-era family/sci-fi films.

happy anniversary, mom and dad!!

TO THE DELOREAN!!!

update: next week, i'll tell you about the time when my friends and i, along with a malformed, retarded but kindly giant discovered a treasure map that lead us to the secret treasure of the nefarious "one-eyed willy." my little japanese friend used to crack me up when he was setting his booty traps.

cool technical drawerings

i made this at work yesterday.

i thought it was cool.

pun of the week...

my puns go unappreciated at work so i had to document it here.

we were discussing the scandal of the late, great james brown's burial.

i mentioned that there was a dispute over where and how to inter his remains.

leandro said that they should settle it king solomon style and just split him in two.

to which i responded, "but who gets the good foot?"

(thump, thump... is this thing on?)

join the equal resistance!!!

i got this from the kitchen at work.

call the ACLU!!! my 78th amendment right to flavor is being trampled on by the insidious blandness regime!!!

seriously, is there some sort of underground rebellion brewing to topple the evil sweet & low empire that i don't know about?

and how far does equal expect us to take this proposed fight for flavor?

should we be prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice for our iced tea?

i keep imagining russell crowe in gladiator screaming "are you not sweetened!!!"

my wacky subconscious

i had this crazy dream the other night that actually made me wake up from laughing in my sleep.

my friends, troy and stacy, were doing relief work in new orleans over the holiday break and i dreamt that i was at their apartment and they were regaling me with tales of their experience.

we were all having a great time when stacy stops the conversation with a major announcement.

"ohmigosh! noah!" she exclaimed, (stacy gets very excited when she talks in real life) "we met the perfect girl for you in new orleans!"

having been single for a long time, i can easily recognize when my married friends are scoping me out for potential matchmaking. i sensed this when i first started getting to know troy and stacy. now apparently it was being manifested in my subconscious.

in the dream, stacy began listing all of this mystery girl's wonderful attributes.

"ohmigosh! she is so cute! she's so funny too."

dream-noah was intrigued, but in my waking hours, i had been fooled by these claims before.

"she's very devoted to her faith and is even learning chinese to expand her preaching work!"

these things were more pluses on the potential lady-friend's scorecard, so i asked stacy to continue.

"she's so kind and wonderful! troy and i just love her!"

my dream-self then looked at troy to get his verification. he nodded his head yes and gave me the thumbs up. all signs were looking positive. i was becoming eager to meet this dream-girl.

i asked stacy to tell me more.

"ohmigosh! the best thing... she wears the cutest underwear!!!"

this kind of caught me off guard in the dream, but not in a bad way.

stacy continued, "i stole some of her panties while we were there. do you want to see them?"

she then reached into a duffle bag and pulled out a tiny pair of women's underwear with the words "girls rock!" screen printed across the back.

my dream-self was convinced that they were, in fact, cute.

"wait! there's more!" said stacy, as she pulled out another pair.

these were normal-sized with the familiar "i (heart) ny" logo on the back.

also cute.

"but check these ones out!" she said as she pulled another pair out that were slightly larger.

what followed in the dream almost reminds me of the classic clown gag where the endless hankies tied end-to-end keep coming out of a sleeve.

stacy continued pulling out progressively larger and larger pairs of women's underwear with screen printing on the behinds until the last pair was the size of a small boat cover.

i went from being intrigued to mortified.

i can't remember what the last pair was emblazoned with, but i do remember thinking that it was odd, first of all, that stacy had stolen so many panties and secondly that, in my dream-world there exists a silk-screener that specialized in printing on such large materials.

even funnier, when i recounted this dream to troy, stacy's husband, he said, "that sounds like something she'd do."