shingles

over the last few months, i've been watching the show 'king of the hill'. i've grown into quite a big fan, and often find myself waxing poetic to brendan while we drive in the car about what makes it such a good show. i'm now on the final season – season 13. i've discovered a funny thing. i'm pretty sure that over the course of weeks upon weeks of watching this show, that i've classic conditioned éamon into associating the theme song with nursing. when he is fussing because he wants to eat, he immediately starts to calm down when he hears that song playing.

shannon and i went on our yearly outing to the casino this evening. we did quite well for ourselves each (more or less) doubling what we went in with (5 and 10 dollars). not too shabby! as usual, we got lost on the way there and spent at least a half hour trying to re-route ourselves. next year we'll either bring directions or a GPS device. this year in particular, i started noticing the other folks there. we usually change machines every few minutes, but no one else seems to move places. they all seem perfectly settled in like they'll be there a while. so i decided to start peaking at their screens to see how much they're making. most folks were around 19 to 22 bux, while others were at $279 and even so high as $394, which is especially impressive since they were on 2¢ slot machines.

it was my first time truly going out without éamon (other than just going to a friend's house after he was in bed). i kissed him good-bye and left him with b to put to bed. he did great. at one point i wanted to call b just to make sure everything was ok, but more to make sure b was ok and not try to soothe a crying baby. but there was no cell phone reception, which turned out to be fine because everything was fine :)

if there's no music up in heaven then what's it for?