8.30.2008

vomit rocket resurrection

Lots of you know my friend, Jimmy, aka the slacker yacker (a story for another time but ironically appropriate for this post).  When Chino moved to Atlanta he brought his car with him, The Vomit Rocket (no connection to the alias, really, completely separate tales - do I sense a pattern here?).
The story goes something like being in college and drunk and a friend puking but unable to get the window down so vomit sprayed the roof, among other things and people.  The worst part of the story is that he lived in Texas so the next day the stench was baked into the car for forever.  And I mean FOREVER.
This is the car we traversed Hotlanta in for a few years - the stench and splotched fabric are so vivid to me that I almost feel like the drunken night is my memory, too.  This is also the air-conditioned-less hunk of shit we took when we moved Jimmy to Baltimore and listened to Pulp Fiction (the movie, not the soundtrack) on a cassette tape in a boom box we had to buy at the outlet store on the way because the stereo was broken.
I think TVM has long since been retired, no longer cruising the Baltimore streets, but Jack paid homage this week when he lost his milk all over himself and the car seat Thursday morning on the way school.
Normally I don't take Jack to school but on this particular day, two days fresh from mocking Pink for getting the banana vomit, I was taken to task.  I heard a cough and then in the rear view mirror I saw the curdled cheese pour out of his mouth, down his chin, and soak into his tee.  The look on his face never changed, a dead expressionless stare through all four massive eruptions.  I watched slack-jawed in disbelief, mostly I guess at his ability not to cry or scream or even seem the least bit interrupted, like he didn't even know it was happening.
Eventually I turned around, got us back home, we bathed and changed him, and started the trip all over again.  We actually made it there this time.
But like Jimmy's story, the worst part may have been that I was late for work now, late for my safety inspection, and had to leave the vomit-soaked car seat in my black hot Jeep all day in Atlanta, hot humid Atlanta.  I left all the windows cracked but when I tell you that I could smell the car as I approached it from 10 feet away I am not lying or even casually exaggerating.

8.27.2008

big day

Yesterday (after the acid banana episode) Jack got his first fat lip at school.  Not surprisingly, he was running around sucking on a toy and jammed his face with it when he crashed.  
The good news today, though, was that Jackers is moving up to the next classroom next week!  Yeah!  We know he's been looking forward to reuniting with his buddy, Liam.

8.26.2008

acid banana

This morning Jackers threw up banana all over Pink's bare chest. It was awesome.

8.25.2008

stupid wallpaper

Not quite as easy as we envisioned.  I was kind of hoping we wouldn't even need the steamer like when we did the foyer and living room.  But alas, a second layer of wallpaper makes it thoroughly impossible to remove the first one easily.  
Pink spent the better part of the day steaming off the wallpaper but it just wouldn't be satisfied until it took half the drywall with it.
But before starting this morning Pink got a baby gate to keep the Jackers out of the kitchen during the process.  As you can see, he was not happy about the new barricade.
Poor Jackers.

8.24.2008

the return II

So, it's been a while.  So long that we've had a Jack in the meantime.
But Team Chianti is back with a mission.  While we struggle to find time for the bikes, we've decided to bring part of the kitchen into this decade (the cabinets, range, and countertops will have to hang back a while still).  4 1/2 years after the initial painting crusade we are finally ready to immerse ourselves back into it, but just barely.
Feast your eyes on the amazingly retro wallpaper we uncovered hiding beneath the pink and blue flowers.  It's kind of hard to see, I know, but that's because the previous owners primed over it so it has this lovely whitewash effect (ok, Pink wins, it's glue, not paint like I thought).
Pink is planning on removing the homage to Italian-chianti-basket wine and avocados tomorrow.  It reminds me of the wallpaper in my grandmother's kitchen at 10 Meadowbrook Road but Marsha says it's not the same.
I'll be sure to post pictures of our progress toward our asparagus-colored walls (oh, yeah!) and two-toned windows.  Sounds like a hot mess doesn't it?