More proof I need some alone time

Remember what I was saying about people constantly staring at me at my most private, tender moments. Need I say more:



I guess that is what happens when your dressing room is the dining room table...

The future Mrs. Matthew Strada

While on the Canadian leg of my tour, I had the opportunity to meet my bride-to-be. This is Julianna Jr or JJ as I like to call her. She's a bit younger than me, but looking fine.

The conversation has been a bit awkward. I'm not exactly sure how she's responded to my advances, but my father has indoctrinated me with the joys of being married to a Canadian woman. I will work at her until she recognizes that we were meant to be together.



She will be mine. Oh yes, she will be mine.

I know people love to look at me, but come on....

I'll admit that I'm a bit of a Rousseau-ian naturalist. I think naked is beautiful and there is nothing to be ashamed of in my body. Besides, I've been working out and must say my body is showing it. My body is a finely tuned piece of art. Maybe a Rueben, but still a piece of art.

That said, some privacy at some points during the day would be appreciated. Here is the crowd gathered around my last bath:

Here is the crowd gathered around me just after a recent diaper change:

If this much interest remains in my soiled nappies, I may start charging admission. We could add some bleachers. I may be modest, but I also have my price.

I am a fast learner

On a post a few weeks ago I commented on my father's thoughts on how to get out of work. I've come up with one myself - sleeping. Last night we ended the Matthew Strada International Tour 2006 (more photos and stories to follow). On the drive back I fell asleep around 830 pm in the middle of Pennsylvania. I woke up at four in the morning. By then we had been home for hours, the car was unpacked, stuff was put away. The weirdest thing is that not only were my parents not mad at me for not helping, they seemed happy I had slept through all the work. This sleep thing may work out well for me yet.

Gigantic, Enormous, Massive Kitchens

A thought occurred to me as I was being observed in the bath by 18 adults yesterday. Adults are large. They bathe. Where is there a kitchen with a sink large enough for your typical adult to bathe? If the sink is that big, how big is the oven?

Left Behind

I was hanging out with my boy Liam. I actually should call him my man as he's a good 4 months older than me. He can do this mad crazy thing called crawling. He would crawl over and take a look at me and I just laid there prone. This seems to be the sort of thing I should be doing already. It's a great advantage. If I were able to "crawl" it would open whole new worlds to me: electrical outlets, CD racks, stereo components, computers, etc. If anyone has any suggestions or availability for tutoring in "crawling" I am very interested.