My sixth Lego Gaga, taken from a gallery I found on The Superficial in early December 2010 of some crazy outfit she was seen in. The gold beekeeper-drape thing didn’t turn out so hot and her boots are pretty sloppy, but overall I kinda dig it.
This is also up on Facebook – on my profile and on the Lady Gaga page; you can become a fan of Lego Gaga yourself!
Early last week, while I was in the shower getting ready for work, Helen decided to carry Millie from the library to her room. At some point during the move, Helen dropped Millie. On her face. She got a scratch on her forehead and had a pretty solid bruise for the rest of the week. About an hour later, not long before we were going to leave for school, this happened.
Helen, with a Roma tomato from the kitchen counter: “Hey, dad, this tomato is a little mushy.”
Me: “Really? Show me.”
Helen: “Look. This whole side is mushy. Is it supposed to be like that?”
Me: “No, kiddo, it isn’t. We should eat it soon – like for dinner tonight, don’t you think?”
Helen: “Yeah! That is a great idea.”
Me: “OK – we’ll see about that. Put the tomato back on the counter and we’ll finish getting ready for school.”
In her attempt to put the tomato back, she slipped and dropped it on the floor. It, as physical law demands, landed smooshy side down and splattered all over the kitchen floor.
Helen: “Oh, no! It splatted!”
Me: “Oh, no – it’s no big deal, kiddo. I’ll clean it up. You’re having a rough morning, aren’t you?”
Helen: “Yes. First I dropped Millie, now I dropped the tomato.”
Then, after a second or two of silence, Helen dropped her head and said in a very quiet, subdued voice: “I sure am glad Millie didn’t splat open too.”
While listening to The Birthday Massacre in the car on the way to school this morning, and hunting for a song featuring lead singer Chibi’s “monster voice.”
Helen: “Dad, we need to find the song with the monster voice.”
Me: “OK, we’ll look.”
Helen: “Dad, who does the monster voice?”
Me: “Her name is Chibi. She’s the singer for the band.”
Helen: “Is she a real monster?”
Me: “No. She’s Canadian.”
Helen: “Really? Where does she live?”
Helen: “Oh… Can we go visit her?”
Several minutes later, she became what I believe to be the world’s only five-year-old girl who sang Rammstein’s “Du Hast” on the walk from the car to Catholic school today.
Gotta love it.
Helen: “Millie could be a super hero.”
Me: “If Millie was a super hero, what would her powers be?”
Helen: “She would be able to turn into an animal and shoot lasers out of her head.”
Hard to argue with that.
I “successfully” skipped the entire month of December on andybartlett.com! In my defense, two weeks of December were spent on the vacationyest of vacations, lounging about the house with my awesome family and paying little mind to anything on the Internet that wasn’t a Facebook status update — I didn’t even pay attention to Twitter. Previous to that was a sick day for myself, a couple of sick days for Helen, and lots of general pre-holiday busy-ness.
But, today’s the first Monday of the new year! Back to the ol’ grind, right? I’m not sure I will have anything more to say here in 2011 than I did in 2010 — my list of “I wish I could shoe-horn these things into my life” isn’t any different for this year than it was for last. As always, I continue to try to shoehorn them in. I have a Lego Gaga in progress (about three-quarters completed) that I need to finish up and unleash on the world, and my parents hooked me up with an *awesome* Christmas present that will contractually obligate me to put more effort into drawing lots of great stuff (they gave me the 132-count set of Prismacolor colored pencils, which included a sketching accessory kit and a 24-count package of Prismacolor’s art markers in some very cool blue and green tints).
So, mourn not the seemingly-ignored December of 2010. January of 2011 is here. Let the fun commence!