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TBE either needs to be murdered or pounced upon. Not really caring which happens right now. Also chocolate and salt. STAT.

St. Vital Park in Winnipeg, MB, CA

I know what boys like!
I know what boys want!
They want to fart in peanut butter jars!

A nightmare.
I was sitting on the deck talking to friends and playing with a kitten in my lap. The kitten became curious with his surroundings and hopped up on the balcony rail. We continued chatting and watch the kitten play about. The BBQ was on as we were making ribs but the lid was down. The kitten hopped onto the hot lid, SCREECHED, and the leaped off. Unfortunately, as I lunged forward to grab the kitten and put his paws in cool water, he leaped over the rail and fell to the ground. I rushed him to the vet, and he was fashioned with a neck brace. When I brought him home, people told me how cruel I had been for letting TBE play near the BBQ.


the pen: this is used when we take the kids shopping. when they started acting up, we would pull out a pen, and make a small mark on their wrist. they had no idea what it was until we all got home. for each mark they got a swat (add your own form of discipline here). the next time we went out and started acting up, we pulled out the pen and they immediately sobered up. one is 3 and the other is 5. works for both of them. got the idea from a friend. people are always amazed at the immediate transformation when we pull out an insignificant pen. we explain it to them most of the time and they always agree it’s a great idea.

  • According to a thing I heard on NPR newborns have trouble with depth perception and multiple colors. That’s why the Red/Black/White color scheme is popular on a lot of baby toys. If you present too many colors the kid goes into sensory overload and shuts down. My oldest was getting really fussy at ToysRUs. I found a row of multi-colored plush toys and ran him up and down the aisle a couple times in the stroller. He went out like a light.
  • We were car shopping and got stuck with a really aggressive salesman. One little pinch to the baby and he let out a scream that would crack the Hope diamond. No more salesman.
  • We set pretty strict bedtimes for the kids. If they complained about having to go to bed I always blamed the clock.

    “What’s your bedtime?”


    What’s the first number on the clock?


    “Well I guess it’s time for bed. Sorry but that’s what the clock says. Wish you could stay up longer.”


TBE vs. Low flow toilet. Low flow toilet wins. Towels in the wash. 15 “Eh?”s before 3pm.

Since living in Seattle, TBE has visited his aunt and uncle in Palm Springs, California every February. Going to Palm Springs has been a bit of a challenge for him. Two years in a row, he’s asked his girlfriends to go with him, they’ve agreed, but right before the plane takes off they ditch him. I would be the second girl he’s taken but apparently the first girlfriend-girlfriend…right.

This trip things were going to be different. I purchased the plane tickets. He got the rental car. This way, I was less likely to ditch. Oh, TBE. We chose to do an evening flight so as to maximize our days. Ha. Ha-ha. Ha. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 8:50 and land around 11. This was going to make getting to the rental car company a little tight. Fortunately, TBE had already booked our car and all we’d have to do is get there on time. At 8:40 it was announced that our plane was delayed so that a microphone switch could be replaced. We would begin boarding at 9:00. TBE called the rental car company as soon as we knew our flight was going to be late. We were told to call as soon as we landed and someone might wait so we could get our car.

We board our plane and find that our seats had changed. Apparently, booking your seats on Expedia doesn’t guarantee you the seat you picked on their site. When we had grabbed our tickets at the kiosk, we were given seats near the bathrooms on the back of the plane. Great. Not really. Whatever, though, right? We’re going to make the best of it. A little turbulence here, some bathroom smells there, and a strong crosswind that even made me a slightly nervous flyer later, we arrived in Ontario, California.

As soon as we touch ground, we whip our our cellphones to try and reach our rental car guy. TBE gets in contact and yes, a person will wait just for us-if we hurry. We hash out a plan that TBE will get on the shuttle to the cars and I’ll wrangle the one piece of checked luggage, then meet him. Clearly luck was on our side as that luggage was the second piece to come out of the claim. We were able to shuttle together. When we walk into the building we see all the rental car companies are staffed. Clearly, closing right at midnight is only on paper. We get our information about where to get our car, “Third aisle, license 024–“. The parking lot isn’t labeled. It isn’t until 20 minutes after wandering that we see a parking lot we haven’t tried that is separate from all the other rental car companies.

Finally finding our car, we get in, have it inspected so we don’t get charged for the dings that are already there, we turn on the GPS to find that the screen is all wonky. It’s covered in lines and looks cracked. Never mind that its brand new, we’re happy it still gives voice commands. We think we set our destination-an hour’s drive!-and set off. A half hour later we realize we’re not going the right direction and the drive seems really weird. We readjust the GPS, call TBE‘s aunt and uncle, and head in the correct direction, 1.5 hour’s drive, now. The GPS, however, doesn’t always warn about interesting maneuvers. So it tells us to keep left on the highway when it splits but doesn’t tell us we’ll take the immediate ramp right after it splits and we hang left. We miss our ramp. A few more moves like this and we finally get on a straight stretch. The GPS battery dies. I plug my phone into the USB on the radio. It doesn’t power up. Great. We use my phone only to know what exit to look for, not how long it will take to get there. We get to Palm Springs! My phone dies. We switch to David’s phone to get to the exact address. His phone’s map doesn’t readjust to the compass. One turn around later, we figure that out and get to our destination in 5 minutes.

Edit: I have counted 10 “Eh?”s since landing in California. Eight from David as he was frustrated on the drive and two from his relatives when we arrived.

Look at the bottom right of this photo. See where it reads Blog? A site I’m working on has a special template for showing off all posts marked blog when they go to Fine and dandy.

So you made your blog.php file but its not showing up? Make sure the top of your blog.php file looks like this:

*Template Name: Blog
*@package WordPress

Giving the template file the name makes it visible to wordpress.


Relative linking in wordpress is a pain. Do this:

<img src="<?php bloginfo('template_directory'); ?>/images/image.jpg"/>

Hurray image!