A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
A couple of nights ago Sarah left her container of makeups unlatched (Amy can’t open it when its latched) and lying on her floor beside her bed. The kicker is that while Amy raided the makeup, Sarah was on her bed reading a book and taking no notice of Amy’s activities!
“Come on! I didn’t do anything…”
“OK! You busted me…”
“I just want to be like Sarah sooo badly!”
“Eeyuck! Look what I did!”
“I’m clean! It’s the tub’s turn!”
Once again, Goof Off comes to the rescue!
This is how Tommy spends an unusually large portion of his days now. Yes, like Prego, he’s in there!
In all fairness, here is Tommy up and about. He is walking the grandparents dog in our cove (our house to his back).
Looks like its “kill people’s bandwidth day”! I hope everyone has a broadband connection.
Noah before his first cup of coffee.
With Judith’s great recipe posts as my inspiration, I decided to post some pictures of one of my favorite quick and tasty breakfasts. I woke one morning in my early teens to the smell of bacon cooking and watched my father make this. Never being one to shy away from trying new foods I chowed down and loved it! Thanks Dad!
Ingrediants
slice bread
1 slice of bacon per slice of bread
1 slice of cheese per slice of bread
1 pineapple slice per slice of bread
Cook the bacon. Lightly toast the bread. Apply a pineapple slice to each slice of bread. Break a bacon strip in half and place the bacon across each pineapple. Then place a piece of cheese over the bacon.
Place the prepared sandwiches under the broiler for a few seconds to melt the cheese onto the bacon and pineapple. Best served warm.
Enjoy!
Tim of Spy Journal posts Bush Shoot Out. It’s a quick fun game without being impossible. I’m playing on the hardest level now and finding myself taking one too many breaks to have a quick bout with the terrorists! Thanks Tim!
I probably get a hit a day to my blog from people searching for information on “tetrafluoroethane huffing”. I don’t know if these are concerned parents or experimenters looking for instructions on how to do it safely. THERE IS NO SAFE WAY!
Live healthy, eat healthy and you will have natural buzzes that beat anything a substance can give you!
My original post from April appears in the box below.
I found it interesting that when I bought this at Walmart I had to have an “age verification” which severely slowed me down at the self-serve checkout. This forum discusses the “blackouts” and “paralysis” caused by huffing canned air. Would You Know If Your Child Was “Huffing”? (scroll down to see article. Note 1999 publish date.)
a) remove crayon from clothing DONE
b) clean floors
c) 1 home repair effort
d) some yard work
Amy has been no stop talking this morning. I love conversing with her!
Amy brought out one of her Little People toys and I said “Now get the ladder” and she replied “Awwlwite” Sounds like Buckwheat when she says that. She brought me the ladder and after trying to hook it to the toy said “fix it.”
I just said “oh, you need the flag” she said “awlwight. be right back.” Apparently the flag is too well hidden.
A New Day!
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This Morning
Woke feeling youthful and achy tired and old at the same time. I was remembering what it was like to be around 18 years old and pondering how I might guide, advise and mentor my children when they are in their late teens. Then I lay in bed and tormented myself with the things that I have to do and tried to prioritize them.
Yuck. I just felt something crawling up my leg. I figured it was an ant. Reminded me of that time when I was about 12 and stepped in a pile of fire ants down at the levee at Lake Pontchartrain. I lost all my inhibitions right there and stripped my pants down in front of my friend and everyone that passed by. Better to be naked in public than to go to the hospital! This time it was an ant..it was a firefly! How did a lightning bug end up in my pants leg at 9am!
Today I am rested and content. Amy is up and more jolly than ol’ Saint Nick! I looked at some photos Cathy sent me from the pool yesterday and they made me feel a little “extra” fatherly. They reminded me of the pictures I’ve seen of my father in his younger days.
Had a wonderful time at the grandparents neighborhood pool with the kids. I spent most of my time with Amy. I need to make more time for the others on the next swim. Amy kicked and I gave her as much freedom to experiment with “swimming” as I thought she could handle. We even played with getting dunked and she responded with surprise and giggles.
Tonight the boys are with the grandparents and the girls are with us.
Amy, so tired she’s ready to sleep standing, crawls into her bed. Cathy hands her a pacifier. Amy almost pops it in her mouth, perks up and says “Heeey! Not that one!” It’s a red pacifier that every time you give it to her she rejects. Her “hey” was like Fonzie! And the “Not that one” sharp and quick.
My wife is troubled and stressed. I am a bad husband.
Ripped up more of the sidewalk. I’ve got to get the rest of the manure out of the trailer so I can use the trailer for other things. Didn’t intend on getting hot and sweaty today.
Why does everything fall apart at once?! I am making such horrid decisions as a parent.
Run, Run, Run as fast as you can!
Don’t slow down that’d be crazy man.
Hurdle this obsticle and dodge that.
Move fast and leave behind everything
Incomplete or slow does not matter now.
Because if you run fast enough, somehow,
You can hide until the end.
