Here's our new family member (top pic). Still no name, so we're calling him Fishie. We're considering AaahhhDa since that's what Aidan says most often. Also took Aidan to a pumpkin patch to take some photos in his costume. Poor kid - it was like 90 degrees and I walked several blocks the wrong way before I found the darn patch (really a parking lot with pumpkins in the corner). He was less than happy about being plopped in the middle of some pumpkins with a fuzzy sleeper-like outfit on, not to mention the dreaded hood (why do kids hate things on their head?). He did OK, though, and I got him out of it as soon as these were taken.


Oh yeah, and it was my birthday yesterday. I worked all day and no one knew it was my birthday, but we went to SFMOMA to see the Chagall exhibit. Man, was it crowded - but a word to the wise - buy tickets in advance, and take a stroller. We got to use the staff elevator and go right into the exhibit instead of waiting in line for an hour and a half. Thank goodness, since Aidan was a pickle and fussed the whole time. So we went into each room, turned around and looked at the pretty pictures, then left. Lunch at Buca di Beppo was great. Someday I'm going to sit at the big round table with the pope bust in the middle.

New furnace is installed and today we have A/C! Neither Greg nor I have ever lived with A/C so we're very excited and a little cold. I won an as-yet unnamed goldfish tonight at the roaming carnival.

The Pumpkin Festival was everything it promised to be. Pumpkins everywhere. We ate pumpkin pie, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin rolls, and pumpkin pancakes. We also had yummy sauteed artichoke hearts from the Knights of Columbus (or, more accurately, their wives) and a wonderful dinner at Cetrella. I had Frito Misto (many fried things) and Greg had a Spanish seafood stew. See photos here.

Today Aidan's picking up the cell phone and holding it to his head and says something approximating, "hoh". Apparently it's not working and he's irritated.

We're off to Half Moon Bay for the big Pumpkin Festival. Woo hoo! I've always wanted to go but there's only a 2 lane road heading in and out and it's a mess this weekend. So we're driving in today and staying over. Halloween is my favorite holiday, so Aidan and I are all ready with our orange pumpkin socks. Greg has pumpkin boxers but he won't wear them out. Party pooper. Anyway, I expect we'll take lots of photos of Aidan celebrating fall. I installed a new counter on the site because MegaStats won't let me sign in to see my stats. But now I've screwed up the sidebar and don't know how to get it back. It's now at the bottom of the page. Grrr.

Mmmm....KFC. So I'm in the drive through tonight, with Aidan patiently hanging out in the back seat. The car in front of me orders a freshly slaughtered chicken or something that takes forever to put together. She finishes, and because there are cars in front of her, she can only pull forward about two feet. Not enough room for me to pull forward to the little speaker box (why can't they make it in the shape of the colonel? I think that would be a good idea.). But for some reason Miss KFC doesn't see that and I hear her voice saying, "May I take your order?" Don't they have a camera or something that shows if a car is there or not? Anyway, I'm still a good 15 feet away, so I wait. She asks again. I sing, "I'm not there yet!" like she's going to hear me. Then she says, "You think it over and decide and just go ahead when you're ready." Thanks for the reassurance - very supportive, our Miss KFC. About 10 seconds go by, they're still slaughtering that chicken, and she asks again. This time I lean out and yell, "I'm not there yet!" I suppose I could've yelled, "A number 4 with Diet Pepsi!" instead, but it felt stupid. The cars pull forward and I finally get to give my order and I'm wondering if she's thinking, "it took her that long to decide on number 4??" Anyway, they actually got the order right and mmm...love those crispy strips.

Hola! Hopefully this will be my space for learning web editing, writing and getting some "me" time. I'm a psychotherapist and a mother, so lots of my energy goes to others. I'm in danger of becoming one of those women whose major topic of conversation is whatever was on Oprah or Dr. Phil, so I hope it's not too late to save myself.

My current favorite blog is Jenny's Blog. I like to fantasize that I have time to do all the stuff she does. I also just think the site's really cute. Speaking of cute, my one-year-old son, Aidan is adorable. I know it's true because other people have told me. There are more photos here.





This is the biohazard posting currently in the doorway of bedroom. We had asbestos removed from our attic in anticipation of our new furnace. After they remove it, they test the air and will give us the results tomorrow. If they find any asbestos in the sample, they have to come out and vacuum again. I feel like we're in that scene in ET where ET's sick and the house is quarantined. We can get into the bedroom, it just looks like there's a plastic shower stall attached to the closet.

By the way, the title of this blog comes from a BNL song on a rockin' kid's CD Aidan and I listen to. Got it for $3.50 used at Amoeba. Verrry exciting. I'm bummed, though, because we're going to miss them when they come to Berkeley. They just went on sale on Sunday and are already sold out. As luck would have it, they'll be in Portland during Thanksgiving. And, of course, it's not our year to be in Portland for Thanksgiving. Grrrr.

Well, I think I've done pretty well tonight, what with posting photos and links and so on. Not exactly anything a 5th grader couldn't do, but it's a start. Maybe tomorrow I'll have time to add a scrolling marquee. Or one of those cascade things that follows your cursor around with moving stars or hearts or something. Just kidding - I hate those.