What did I do on Saturday?

I cleaned the bejeezus out of the house. Living room, dining room, kitchen, mud room, all straightened up enough that I would not have been embarrassed for other people to see it. (see events of Sunday) Latter that evening we paid a visit to Larry and Nawal’s house where I finally got a fully fledged wide smiling laugh out of their son. Peek-a-Boo is just all win. Sure we were playing it through a gate and he could see me the whole time, but it doesn’t matter. The laughter coming from the little man was genuine and so very, very awesome.

What did I do on Sunday?

I got my hair cut, finally. No more shag carpet on this fat guy’s head. Jen and I went together. I got hair chopped off. She had her hair done for real and she looks fantastic. Later we found ourselves sitting outside of Market Basket, about to go food shopping, and discussing what we wanted to buy. We decided on having a somewhat spur of the moment cookout. My parents said they could come. So did Larry and Nawal. We grilled up some burgers and steaks and potatoes (there were exactly enough of them) and Jen made some pasta salad, and we all hung out at our house pretty much marveling over how awesome Larry and Nawal’s son is.

The in between time was spent with my beautiful wife, just enjoying her company, and enjoying our home, and relaxing and being happy. I love my wife like crazy, I really must say.

The only two negatives this weekend were:
A) it is over
B) what the hell happened to the green fish? Where the hell did it go?

Sure, an impromptu cookout sounds great!

I had a thought…

We have started playing music quietly at night in the hopes of distracting a certain someone named Jen from the noisy snoring of a certain someone named Rob. The music of choice is The Beatles.

I was just wondering: if we listen to The Beatles at bedtime, will my pea-brain train itself to associate The Beatles with sleeping, and therefore will hearing John, Paul, George, and Ringo make me feel really tired on any non-bed time hearings?

Just wondering.

I’m positive there were six fish in the tank on Thursday night. 100% positive.

Why then are there only five now?

Where did the green one go?

My sister just called me. The Stanley Cup is making an appearance in Tewksbury and she and my sister in law are there to see it. The cops told her there were about 1000 people. Can you imagine how many more there would be if Joe Corvo had not been acquired?

The living room is presentable. Next stop is the kitchen.

One of our neighbors is playing crappy music at an extreme volume in their back yard. Time to break out the old PA system?

For the record, I’m touch typing on the iPad. So cool. So very cool.

I’m on Google+!

I got an invite from a former co-worker and joined up. I immediately sent an invite to Jen so we’re both on now!

Unfortunately, very few other people that we know are on with us. So it’s going to be a little lame in the early days.

First impressions? The Stream is not a stream. Entries that have comments placed on them are moved to the top of the list. I think it should be in chronological order, but that’s just me.

You can edit comments. Hey Facebook, this is what we call a “novel idea.” Try it out, mmmmokay?

I haven’t used very many of the other features because I don’t have enough connections yet. I set up Circles for people from school and people from work, but most of the people I know will either end up under friends or family. Jen is magical, she shows up in both.

Plus is integrated with Buzz! Finally a reason to look at Buzz! Oh wait… no it isn’t. Linking it to Buzz is probably reason enough to expect Plus to die a quick death.

Outside of that? My first impression is Twitter with your followers separated into groups. I can post something into my stream and have one group see it while all the others don’t, or vice versa or whatever. This way I can put all of my family members into one circle and then swear my head off all day long and just exclude family from the conversation. See, Mom? I learned my lesson that time you washed my mouth out with soap for dropping Eff Bombs on the 1st grade playground.

What do I have to do, Google? What do I have to do to prove my love for you?

I use Gmail for my email.
I use Blogger for my bloggering.
I use Google Music.
I used to use Google Wave a whole lot, probably as much as anyone alive.
I even used Google Buzz for the three or four days it was available.
I use Google Talk (sometimes).
I use Google Latitude.
I use Google Maps constantly.
I use Google Calendar constantly.
I use the Google iPhone app all the time.
I use Google Picasa all the time.
I use Google Picasa online to host all of the mobile pictures on this page.
I use Google as the default search engine on every browser I use.

Why, then, oh why have you not sent me a Google+ invite?

Have I not proven my love for Google millions of times?

What must I do?

I don’t suppose any of you kind people reading this would want to send a Google+ invite my way, would you? No, you wouldn’t do that. I’m going to need Google to send me one directly, but they don’t love me nearly as much as I love them.

Oh Google, why have you forsaken me?

So close… weekend… 8 hours to go… need the weekend… sad it’s only a two day weekend, but not caring because I need the weekend… need two days off… need freedom for two days… need to not have to work for two days… need the weekend… need the weekend… 8 hours to the weekend… can’t get here fast enough… hurry up, clock… weekend… weekend… weekend… weekend… weekend… weekend…

You gotta love Red Sox fans, don’t you?

Really, you have to love anything that causes professional sports announcers to come completely unglued.