From Dictionary.com:
couch
1. a piece of furniture for seating from two to four people, typically in the form of a bench with a back, sometimes having an armrest at one or each end, and partly or wholly upholstered and often fitted with springs, tailored cushions, skirts, etc.; sofa.
2. a similar article of furniture, with a headrest at one end, on which some patients of psychiatrists or psychoanalysts lie while undergoing treatment.
3. a bed or other place of rest; a lounge; any place used for repose.
4. the lair of a wild beast.
5. to express indirectly or obscurely: the threat couched under his polite speech.
6. to lower (a spear, lance, etc.) to a horizontal position, as for attack.
7. to put or lay down, as for rest or sleep; cause to lie down.
8. to lay or spread flat.
9. to hide; conceal.
10. to lie at rest or asleep; repose; recline.
11. to crouch; bend; stoop.
12. to lie in ambush or in hiding; lurk.
13. to lie in a heap for decomposition or fermentation, as leaves.
I would offer this man as proof of at least #3, #7, #9, #12 and of course #1. He probably seriously freaked out his ex-girlfriend, whom he was stalking at the time. At best he’s just an honorable mention, a (re)poseur in the game of living unknown inside someone else’s home. That distinction is still held by the closet lady, hands down, the best ever.
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It seems that our most casual observations may be gaining some authority. Nikki was messing around with a height predictor on Babycenter.com, and it seems we may have a problem. This little doodad takes the child’s current age, height and weight, the parent’s height and give a prediction of just how tall your kid might grow.
Quinn slots in at a “carbon copy of me” 6 feet. Jordy is going to be more or less exactly Nikki’s 5′5″. Cael on the other hand, seems to be a bit of a problem. It seems that the good folks at Babycenter think Cael will be 6′5″ by the time he’s 18. Oh, and just in case that wasn’t enough, there’s a 90% chance that this guess will be within 2.1 inches. EITHER WAY. Imagine for a minute a 6′5″(or 6′7″) 18 year old jumping up and down, waiting for his supper, which probably will amount to a half a pig every day or so by then.
I better take up farming or something, or these kids are going to eat me into the poorhouse.
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Even though this whole foot thing is getting weirder by the minute, I feel compelled to continue to report it here. It’s part of my commitment to a story, I guess.
Seriously though, how strange is it that this keeps happening? What kind of a coincidence is it? If it is a coincidence, that is.
The FIFTH foot came ashore this week. It’s the first left one, making my prediction true, and hokey pokeying will commence soon.
Even stranger, some prankster dropped a sixth foot that turned out to be a fake. It’s a strange world when somebody wants to get in on all the misplaced body parts action.
Previously.
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I don’t usually get too politicky, but this does seem to be a fairly serious boner move on behalf of the Canadian Government. They are introducing legislation that makes silly things illegal like making a backup copy of a DVD, and transferring it to things like your iPod. Downloading music is in there too, of course. The list of stupid things goes on and on, but in the end the best thing to do is to go here and send your MP an email about it. It’s a form letter, there’s no hard thinking involved. It takes about 20 seconds, providing you know who your MP is (and if you don’t you can look him/her up there).
Get on it, it will probably help.
Here’s a good series of articles on how this bill would change our lives. It’s kind of surprising.
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Today was the last day of Preschool for Cael…EVER. Yep, his last day of school was today and thus marks the end of the days where I can say I have a “Preschooler” at home. I think this really only hit me today. Tugs at the heart strings, so it does - and pretty hard too. Sure, I’m proud of the little guy. His social skills (think Casanova) have left Courtney and I in complete admiration of our littlest man. We thought he’d have trouble without his trusty side-kick Quinn, but much to our surprise, low and behold, the little guy can stand on his own two social feet just fine. Drummed himself up a set of twin girlfriends to boot. Not too shabby I’d say.
The whole “Last Day” thing completely escaped Cael though. He just went about his social business like it was any other day. The mom’s and I had chats about how it would be sad to see it all end. It is sad. I choked back the odd tear or two when hugging the teachers good-bye. These women really are a special breed there. No doubt about it. I have been familiar with the school system for nigh on 8 years now, and have yet to see patience and grace like these women. Truly an inspiration, they are.
So it is with a heavy heart that I bid Cael’s last days of “babyhood” adieu. The graduation of my youngest out of preschool has definitely tugged harder than I thought it would on this old heart of mine. After two others you think I’d be used to it. I think with age comes more sentimentality and therefore seeing “the baby” go through their milestones makes mom’s heart a little softer with a slight glistening on the lower lids of my welled up eyes, and let’s not overlook the ever growing lump in my throat.
Cael, my little man, good job. You graduated preschool today. We can see how much you have changed over the last two years and you have come a long way. You are an absolute joy to be around, and dad and I are so proud.
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