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I stole this from matociquala:

1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top umpty results:

Things to remember: I am a klutz, I can't draw, I can't play an instrument (I can't even manage the easy level of "Guitar Hero"), and I'm allergic to pet dander.

( Read on ... )

monkey feet are good and good for you, plus ladies love the Z., as, evidently, do ferrets

The Zweeble being suspiciously quiet, I crept into his room to check on him, and he's gazing out of his crib with glassy eyes while chewing the foot of his stuffed monkey.

We've been adventurous lately, wandering the new mall and trying out the grocery store's infant-seat shopping carts. He's been in a pretty good mood the past few days--he likes getting out and seeing the world, I think. I can't wait until it cools off and he and I can go to the park.

And people literally come up to me and tell me how cute he is. They also tell him that. Today's lady did it while he was spitting up all over himself, which really is not his best look, but whatever.

Yesterday, as we wandered the new open-air mall, I ducked us into Petco so we could cool off. Had I known how big a hit this would be, I'd have done it *ages* ago. The Zweeble is a big fan of the birds and the fish, could care less about bunnies and guinea pigs, and is a ferret magnet. Seriously, I parked him in front of the round ferret tank, so he could see the one active ferret in there. Said ferret sat up and looked at the Zweeble, and then followed as I pushed the stroller around the tank. I'm half-expecting a knock on the door one night, revealed to be this ferret wearing a fedora and carrying a suitcase.

We shall have to call him Fungo ...

My husband, the action star.

So, dealio got to dub a part in a martial arts movie, which will be out on DVD November 10th. (Go check out his journal for the details.)

Between baby pictures and my husband's feature film debut, I think we have Christmas presents covered for everyone!

(Oh, and special cryptic note to Jason, whose news I do not want to scoop: the Zweeble and I sent you good karma today in our now-usual fashion, so we claim partial responsibility for the outcome.)