Evie Smiles Big
This is a picture from (just after) last weekend’s festivities 🙂
My Fiend Flicka
No, I didn’t misspell ‘Friend’ in the title. The book ‘My Friend Flicka’ has been made into a movie. I read that book as a ‘tween and recall that on a very bad day for me I was reading it. I had some sort of argument with my mom and crawled into the secret room in their house (at the time, they no longer live there) and read the book and cried off and on during the day. Sure, that’s not too manly but I had enough hormones surging through me on that day that I’m pretty sure that I would have qualified as a lab rat.
Anyway, I got to the end of the book and was all weepy and then my dad came home from work and searched me out. He was a bit upset that I had given my mom a hard time. I probably through one of the biggest tantrums of my post-kid life that day and I’m pretty sure my dad was ready to send me to Siberia. I can’t remember much about the book, I just remember being a completely goofy jerkwad to my parents.
Thanks Mom and Dad for not finishing me off that day when I probably deserved it 🙂
I’m Gonna Start a Beef Collection!
Or that’s what I heard. Instead on Abby’s educational television show the hippo said it was going to start a ‘leaf’ collection. Which is quite different from beef. Except that maybe its a carbon based molecular structure. The upside of starting a beef collection is that you could really wow people with your exotic cow types. “This is a filet mignon from a Guernsey – you don’t see those in a lot of places. I don’t have very much pork in my collection because its not bovine but because of the filet…” [editors note: you won’t find Guernsey filet mignon for good reason, they’re dairy cows].
Daylight Shavings Time
Say, this weekend will be a time to fall back on your clocks and sleep in [somewhere between Saturday and Sunday in the nether-regions of time]. Unless you have kids. Or a dog. Or are an insomniac. Or your neighbor is a real jerkwad and revs their Hemi engine really loud outside of your house, or within a block of your house for that matter. You could get up and take the time to get ready for the day – but I’m skeptical any readers of this blog besides my dad actually does this.
So, however your Carpe Diem philosephy works out – remember that you have to do it at a different time.
Pictures of Evie’s Birthday
A few pictures have been posted to my Flickr.com account.
Happy First Birthday, Evie!
Evie turns one today. Today at work we have a release going out and it has some new flashy features. I get a wee nervous on days like this – but not as nervous as I was last year when Jessica went into labor. However, late in the evening Evie came out, Jessica survived and our family of three jumped to four in what seemed like only 36 months [due to chaos and busyness].
Happy Birthday, Evie, we love you!
Strawberry Short-Circuit
So yesterday we went to a mall that is opening not too far from our house (15-20 minutes I guess) where they had advertised as having a “live” Strawberry Shortcake show. When we arrived, along with about 600 of our closest friends (we actully knew one family there, which was amazing by itself) they started the show with a live ‘MC’ who was going to lead the Strawberry Shortcake ‘show’ along with a CD of Strawberry Shortcake and her diabetes inducing cohorts. Except that the CD had a scratch on it (or the player was severely busted). So the MC guy would say, “Hey, everybody! Are you ready to meet Strawberry Shortcake!?” The audience would go wild and then the Strawberry Shortcake music would start to play in that CD skipping fashion, “Doo-doo-d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d d”. Then it came time for Strawberry to say something. And by say something at a live action show they mean a CD plays a pre-recorded Strawberry Shortcake bit. What they really should have had happen was get someone next to the mixer board to just say the silly parts. It was ten minutes or so of completely silliness. But in the end the kids were happy because they got to meet/hug/wipe snot on Strawberry Shortcake.
On the up side only 6 kids got speparated from their parents and had to be taken by ‘officials’ to the D.A.R.E. truck that costs more than most Aurora Police make in a year. Another up side was that I got slightly sunburned from having to walk from the outskirts of the packed parking lots into the place where they were doing the show. I guess its good preparation for when I have to go Christmas shopping.
Big Week Ahead
This week is going to be rather fun, Evie turns one on Tuesday. I’m so thrilled that she’s developing into a little toddler girl. My baby girl won’t be a baby much longer. Abby ages a year every month it seems as her vocabulary, her clothes and her body change. Wow. I have two beautiful girls, a gorgeous wife and a lovely chance to be a husband and dad.
Good times!
US Apparently Needs More Space
I just read this article on the BBC about the United States new Space bill. What a joke! How on Earth [apologies for the pun] are we going to justify to the international community that we
- Need to control the space outside of our planet
- Know exactly where our international space boundaries are (everywhere?)
- Are not developing weapons to blow everyone else out of space except for the chosen few that we think should also be in space – when we like them to be
- Can monitor commercial flights into space in a friendly way for them [in other words we’re really nice for letting them send commercial or otherwise flights into OUR space]
I love being a United States citizen for the rights I have. I hate that we’re so arrogant that we think we can ‘claim’ outer space for our own. Brilliant.
Vocabulary: Soporific
If you are looking for a hip new word to wow friends with (unless this word isn’t new to you), try “soporific”. It means something that puts you to sleep. Example, “Most news programs are soporific.” Or, “I found the Grapes of Wrath to be soporific.”
What hip words do you like to use that you’ve learned recently?