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Okay, I have to admit it. It is pretty cool to see your words appear on the small screen. Funny, as I email all day long--and see my various words fly around--but to not have the harness of the @ sign is genius. Maybe I should start feeding Braden during the week? More time for journal entries. Although more diapers. And in the end, I think one day a week will be fine. So, today is Saturday. I woke up with Braden. Of course, my bbeautiful wife woke up too. Why is that? The whole reason we have "Andy" Saturdays is so that she can sleep in. But I guess somethings just need the proper attention--and when it comes to feeding--Lizzie runs the operations, one step away from a foreman in Dutch Harbour during King Crab season. After a brief kiss, she crumples back to bed. Braden is learning to hug--so he grabs me around my neck. I can't think of anything that I like more. Laughing with my wife? Haagen Daz, Coffee Ice Cream, bought at the actual store without the freezer burn? A call from my brother Peter, where he is laughing and thinks he is funny? Luis smile on a summer day at Dockers......Steve's laugh? Ginny's attention to my stories? Jett's first hug during a visit? Normie's 3;00am emails. Does it get better folks????? Best part of that inventory is that it all holds true to yours truly, even under duress or lack of refrigeration. So, today I take Braden to Pizzeria Uno, while Lizzie and her sister Becky get made over by the most recently forgiven stylist. I am not one for the whole makeover thing. I say work with you got. But, all you men (or women with women)--NEVER not notice when your "lady" gets her whole thang dun up. My gawd. Its almost like the reason for the styling is to polygraph your ability to "NOTICE". I will talk a lot about noticing in this journal. After all, it is sometimeinthemorning. Final thought....don't put beer in a water bottle and carry it around a neighborhood picnic. It looks like you are drinking piss. Note to self. Either buy a thermos. Or carry the can and own it. Finally, this entry is dedicated to the good folks at Blackstone who stand to make 32 Billion dollars in the next 36 hours....and have no idea what it means to sleep in late, eat a tuna melt at La Ronde or give their Dad a kiss. And to think the lead singer of a punk band from Ireland is supposed to be our saviour? When will Wall Street stand up and put forth something other than an analyst report or a pair of Gucci shoes (with lifts--all power brokers are fighting short complexes--present company excluded--I wear flats). Does the world need to rest on Bono's shoulders? He must get tired? And re: Blackstone. I mention it because 1) I want to get credit for reading the WSJ before the Murdoch takeover and 2) I think it is eggregious to pay out people who have never waited for a cab in the rain without an umbrella.....just my 2 cents. Which is worth more than any IPO--according to my shrink. Trust me, the money will never make the meaning. ALB