Monday, February 26, 2007

Faces

I have taken a few pictures of faces and I just wanted to share them.


This is my face but bigger and different.














This is Natasha's Face. You see that sky today? Talk about blue.
This is our little cousin Logan.











This is my friend Vinny the mandolin player with his friend Anthony Harrington, who was top mandolin player in 1998 I think.
This is my face at the fourth of July.










This is our friends' the Fellers baby Scot running a marathon.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

I'm just the same

I put my shoes on and eat my burritos the same as everyone else: one at a time.

Friday, February 23, 2007

A lugubrious entry

We have very bad news: V has departed from us. She never adjusted, and we never got here a better food than the flakes. I feel awful. Not funnily awful either, genuinely awful. I am sorry V.
There is hope for a better future. Natasha's mom is going to bring a small fish tank that is much more adept at keeping fish alive than a glass pitcher. I am going to do what I can to keep the next one or ones alive.
I promise.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Blog of Desperation

I have nothing to say, really. I just wanted my blog to look different than the last time I looked at it. Here's a picture of me with my birthday cookie of my head the Janalyn made for me. I think it looks just like me.

Friday, February 16, 2007

Bad news

V is bulimic. She eats her flakes and then throws them up. Her water is cloudy from vomited bits of TetraMin. I think it's because she eats them off the surface and so she sucks air into her stomach. When she coughs up the air she spits out all the food she eats. I think she might be starving even after eating all the food. But no bubbles come out. I can't figure it out. I am so sad.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

V

Happy Valentines day everyone.
Steven and I have had a good one.
We started off our morning getting to know the the new member of our household: a shubunkin fish I got for Steven as a valentine. Steven named her V, short for, you guessed it, Valentine. These are a few pictures of her.


She's a red head and she has an attitude. We love her. We left her the ensign to read, I hope she wasn't bored all day without us.
Steven got me some beautiful miniature potted roses which smell amazing, and for our valentines day grand finale, we ate heart shaped meatloaf for dinner.

We hope your Valentines day was as enjoyable as ours!

Thursday, February 8, 2007

Poem

We gave them names
Steven Hopkins

Soon after my wife and I got married,
We gave birth to our problems.
But they were never cuddly little babies.
They came out of the womb as angry teenagers with urges to do drugs, break stuff and have premarital sex.

After much thought and consideration,
We gave our problems names.
Like most parents, we wanted fitting names
That other kids won’t make fun of, but that
Set our problems apart from the crowd.

Some parents pick out names before the birth,
Emma if it’s a girl, and Owen if it’s a boy.
But my wife and I had no choice.
Our problems, while created in acts of love, were accidents.

They have strong family names like “Natasha’s inability to recognize her own feelings,”
And, “Steven not recognizing Natasha’s need for affection.”
We figured if we see one of them
We can at least wave to it and ask it how it’s day was.

However, their names have turned into accusations,
Just by calling them by their given names, our problems get defensive and slam doors and come home drunk for spite.
Our problems have attitudes.
Yet,
They cling tenaciously to what they fight against, because they are scared,
and are searching desperately for identity.

Fortunately, we never had the sweet bonding time of infancy,
We don’t feel bad that we want to kill our problems.
We are happy we named them.
Now we can search for the right ammunition.

The blue bullet box in the hardware store will say,
“For killing deer, small elk, and selfishness issues.”

Natasha has a mySpace

Tasha set up a my space account. We are trying to get a different url, but for now it is http://www.myspace.com/115702026. We don't really know what to do next, but hey.

Monday, February 5, 2007

Newer poem

We gave them names
Steven Hopkins

Soon after my wife and I got married,
We gave birth to our problems.
But they were never cuddly little babies.
They came out of the womb as angry teenagers with urges to do drugs, break stuff and have premarital sex.

After much thought and consideration,
We gave our problems names.
Like most parents, we wanted fitting names
That other kids won’t make fun of, but that
Set our problems apart from the crowd.

Some parents pick out names before the birth,
Emma if it’s a girl, and Owen if it’s a boy.
But my wife and I had no choice.
Our problems, while created in acts of love, were accidents.

They have strong family names like “Natasha’s inability to recognize her own feelings,”
And, “Steven not recognizing Natasha’s need for affection.”
We figured if we see one of them
We can at least wave to it and ask it how it’s day was.

However, their names have turned into accusations,
Just by calling them by their given names, our problems get defensive and slam doors and come home drunk for spite.
Our problems have attitudes.
Yet,
They cling tenaciously to what they fight against, because they are scared, and
searching desperately for identity.

Fortunately, we never had the sweet bonding time of infancy,
We don’t feel bad that we want to kill our problems.
We are happy we named them.
Now we can search for the right ammunition.

The blue bullet box in the hardware store will say,
“For killing deer, small elk, and selfishness issues.”