i'm a big fan of louis ck. he has a show that starts tonight. i can't wait!!!!!

this week kinda sucked.

period + son who didn't/wouldn't sleep (at least easily) + 9 coworkers laid off.

ollie's ready for the weekend. here's to a good one.

our son has decided going to bed sucks. he doesn't want to fall asleep unless he's in our bed, cuddled up next to one of us with one pacifier in his mouth and one in his hand. (he's prepared. should one fall out of his crib, or as of late, get lost in our bed, he always has a back up.) i just don't know what to do. i'm against crying it out, however, i know if we continue to bring him into our bed to get him to go to sleep, we're both going to be miserable. every night will be spent with one of us tethered to him at bedtime. and we can't do that.

right now he's crying in his bed. not real tears, just sort of a continuous eeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. sort of half-assed. it's killing me though, to sit here.

we recently went to ethiopian food. it was delicious but super spicy. i had to take a sip of beer after every bite.

i'm proud to say that ollie did not need anything between bites. he went for it.

he needed two spoons!

and once he was full, and bored, he played with my blackberry.

the phone is the perfect distraction. until after dinner when i noticed i had a voicemail from the sf fire department.

i take ollie to this park sometimes. recently we were leaving and i saw a former customer standing around in a group, in front of a garage, with two other men smoking a joint. he was always a favorite and i giggled out loud when i saw him.

he'd come in daily to get one muffin and one danish, which he'd share with his dogs. everyday, the same thing: one muffin and one danish.

he loved to tell me about his grandkids, particularly his granddaughter. every december he'd take her to see the nutcracker. he beamed when he talked about her.

he was a retired fireman, who was also an accountant. one year he even did my taxes for me.

it was around valentine's day and i paid him in roses for his girlfriend.

one day, i was working in the bakery and a pretty young blonde woman came in. she was very friendly and she ordered the same muffin and the same danish that he always ordered. i grabbed them for her and put them in a bag. i offered my brightest smile and said, "are these for your dad?" i can still hear myself saying it. there was a lot of enthusiasm. i think i was proud that i'd made the connection.

she laughed and told me they were for her boyfriend, not her dad.

daydreaming

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from here.

clearly i'm too tired to write anything.

i leave you with a photo of ollie's bath toys. they got their own little bath the other night.