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One day in, and I blew it already. I got home from the fruit last nite, and found Psycho Momia watch a docudrama on the Zodiac, and got completely sucked in. Good flick from what I saw of it. Great job of keeping in the 70’s.
I have some deeper thoughts, but they ain’t ready yet. Maybe later this week.

I’ll leave you a quote from the oldest on Friday night:
“Dada, my yoni has an arm.”


Tealights, and crowbars.

Things have been a bit chaotic, not leaving me much time to think, let alone write.
Both wee ones caught a cold that made them hack and cough a lot. And I do mean a lot. I thought Oldest girl was going to bring up a lung yesterday. She seems better today. The only thing that seemed to help her yesterday was some good old fashioned Luden’s Wild Cherry cough drops. I suspect some whiskey might have also helped, but we are fresh out.
Some old school remedies still work well.

Dealing with stinkin’ mice. Every couple of years, a family of them decide to move in (a downside to having a 117 year old home). These little buggers are making my head hurt this time around, though. In the past, we’d find them in the pantry – no surprise there.
This time around though, we’ve caught them in the bathroom vanity, eating soap. Do you know what soap does to a mouse? Let’s just say soap works very well as a mousey laxative.

But then, it got worse. We have a built-in china cabinet. It has a cupboard on the bottom, which we use to store thing like champagne glasses, candle holders and candles.
Last year, we bought a giant bag of tea-lights from IKEA. 100 of them. The rodents have now eaten about 30 of them – including large portions of the aluminum cups.
Just how defective or desperate does a mouse need to be to eat metal?

Heard a story on Wait! Wait! about some guy in Seattle who went to buy a crowbar at Home Despot. He went to use the “self checkout”, and had a really poor experience doing so. Now, I’m not saying it wasn’t user error, but I think we have all had that moment – “this thing is really pissing me off! Oh, what’s this? I have a crowbar in my hand?” $10k worth of damage later, he walks out, and being an honest man, leaves the unpaid for crowbar behind. My hero!

I’d like to take a moment to welcome Moonspun to the blogging world. She has an interesting outlook on the world, and I can’t wait to hear her voice ring loud.

Enough for now….

(hey! You there – I see you lurking… pipe up and say hi!)

A real Dad Moment…of fear.

Oldest and I are getting ready to go the the Dentist. She is is getting a cavity filled.
That doesn’t worry me so much, as I have complete faith in Dr. Nilfa. (I just know she swears like a drunken sailor as soon as her last patient is gone…)
But for some reason, I’m afraid of how Oldest will react to the nitrous. I think it’s because I’ve never had it…not even recreationally. I’m also worried about what she’ll be like when the silly gas wears off, as Oldest is kind of a pain weanie. Not that I expect her to be Ahnold or anything, but she screams like someone has stuck an icepick in her ear when she gets her toenails cut.

Like when facing a wild dog, I’m trying not to show my fear, lest it be contagious.

On top of that, I’ll be leaving Smallest one with a sitter for the first time. I’m pretty sure all will be well. I’ll be setting them up with Aardman’s Wallace and Gromit flick; “The Curse of the WereRabbit”. It’s Beanie’s fave movie ever (yet…). And she adores the folks that’ll be with her. So she should be all set, but still…

A dad must worry. It’s part of the job.


Oldest one did wonderfully! The only thing that went wrong was that we ran into stupid traffic for no reason and were a bit late. She can’t wait for her appointment next week!

Smallest one did ver’ well with the SueHawk duo of sitters. I believe we will be availing ourselves of their services again in the future.