What an amazing eight years!
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Making a girl’s 8th birthday wish come true
Amy has her mind set on a club house for her 8th birthday (tomorrow!).
The Fantasy
On Saturday morning, Ty Pennington and his crew from Extreme Makeover Home Edition show up with a bobcat and the materials to build The Queen Anne or the Spoiler. By Saturday evening, a portion of the yard has been contoured, landscaped and become home to Amy’s new playhouse in which we celebrate her birthday inside.
The Reality
Saturday I build the Little Miss by myself leaving landscaping for a different weekendlifetime. Sunday afternoon, we celebrate Amy’s birthday inside and around her clubhouse.
Cathy’s fear
The construction will be delayed and problematic and Amy will go without any semblance of a birthday present until the end of the summer or worse.
The Wishful Desire
Any volunteers want to grab hammers and shovels and help me put this together in one day on this coming Saturday? Does beer and pizza still work in exchange for labor?
And you can bet there will be a timelapse of the build.
Of Being Dad
File this under things that make me twitch.
Tommy, in a phone call to me: "By the way, my laptop hasn’t worked for the past week and a half or so. Says something about no bootable media."
Me: "Did you install anything recently or drop it?"
Tommy: "No but there are two screws missing on the bottom."
Of Being Dad
File this under things that make me twitch.
Tommy, in a phone call to me: "By the way, my laptop hasn’t worked for the past week and a half or so. Says something about no bootable media."
Me: "Did you install anything recently or drop it?"
Tommy: "No but there are two screws missing on the bottom."
Past the point of no return
When you are still awake at 3:15 in the morning, you begin asking yourself stupid questions like, "I know I’ve been awake for 20 hours. Can I make it another 21 hours before going to sleep?"
Captain’s Log
After 10 years I rented a bush hog
A day in the life of a juggler
My day resembles this:
From the mouths of babes
Mom: "What are those bumps on your face?"
Evan, almost 5: "Chicken pox."
Me: "What are chicken pox?"
Evan: "That’s when you bump into something and get bumps all over you."
Me: "How did you learn about chicken pox?"
Evan: "I went to another world."
Exhausted
The level of exhaustion I’m experiencing right now is bizarre, inexplicable and almost beyond description. I don’t believe I’ve done anything to deserve to feel this tired. I’d like to rent a secluded cabin and just sleep for two days.
I cut down a tree
The tree has fallen, the tree has fallen!
From the mouths of babes
Evan, almost 5: "MMMmmm. Dad what’s this?"
Dad: "Old coffee grounds for the compost pile."
Evan: "I like old. Wait. No, I don’t like old because old people don’t let me do whatever I want."
From the mouths of babes
Me: "This machine measures my blood pressure. See that blue line in my arm. That’s the blood in my arm."
Evan, nearly 5 years old: "Blood? Blood is bad for you! Blood will make you die. I’ve seen it on Noah’s game."
