Filed under: soapbox
I hesitated to post this video, because it is without question religious, and I am not, particularly. However, I agree wholeheartedly with the basic idea, the sentiment is SPOT ON, and the design is really good. (You know my hatred of poor cover art? It extends to bad design.)
Now I’m off to bake some cookies, make Christmas ornaments with Sport, and order a few goats. Spend less, give more, love all. Happy Advent.
Sport: “When it going to be Christmas?”
Me: “December 25th, just like always.”
Sport: “No, that too far away. Can you make it sooner?”
Me: “Nope. It always comes on the same day. December 25th for Canadian Christmas, January 7 for Ethiopian Christmas.”
Sport: “You can’t change it?”
Me: “No.”
(pause)
Sport: “Could Jesus change it?”
(Apologies to the non-watchers of the Amazing Race. In other words, that one person.)
Sport: “What he DOING?”
Me, between fits of laughter: “He’s supposed to be marching.”
Sport: “What? That not marching! Marching is easy! One foot up, one foot down. Other foot up, down. Why he doing it like THAT???”
You mean, like a drunken orangutan? I have no idea.
Sport: “What! NON-ELIMINATION? Phil, why you say that….”
My sentiments exactly.
Filed under: offspring
Here are the terrible two – Sport and his best friend – at Hallowe’en. One guy answered his door and was all, huh, I didn’t know you guys hung out. They looked at him in total confusion.
And no, Sport has not gained 10 pounds, he was wearing about three layers of clothing under his costume. He looked like a tank, but he was warm.
crime fighters extraordinaire
Filed under: life in general
Right, so the last two weeks have been completely insane what with the move, the new dog, various appointments, a whackload of paperwork, and have I mentioned that nine months after filing my income tax return I am suddenly being required to provide a bunch of documentation proving that my child exists? Anyway we are back to a somewhat normal schedule now and down to only 1 box still unpacked. Next step: charging up the cordless drill and installing everything from coat hooks to a curtain rod to a dog gate.
as I unpack box after box, I wonder…
Why did I label a box of pots and pans “Living Room”?
Why did I bother to move shirts that I haven’t worn for two years?
Where on earth is my cell phone charger?
Why do I own so many bras?
What would possess a dog to pass up a leather purse and chew up an eraser instead?
What happened to my rubber boots?
And last, but not least… how long will it take for the cat to come out of the basement?
Filed under: homestead
We are moved. FINALLY. It actually went fairly smoothly, thanks to the professional movers who were worth every penny. Not just because of my sore back (and dislocated finger and sprained ankle, did I mention those?) but because I could start unpacking and setting things up while they were still hauling everything in from the truck. So by the time they left the bedrooms were all set up and beds were made, and by suppertime the kitchen was mostly unpacked, thanks to Martha & Kiki who stopped by to help.
The critters are all settling in, although we still do not have full dog-cat integration. Luke is of the if-it-runs-I-will-trot-after-it school of thinking, so this is a problem with Oscar who will run in panic through the whole house as Luke gleefully jogs after him, tail wagging. Dora, on the other hand, will just sit in one spot and hiss, so Luke wags and then backs away. Hopefully Oscar will clue in to this method eventually. Other than that, Luke is doing very well, although he definitely has a mind of his own. Also I think he is a defective Labrador, because I accidentally put him in a room with an open bag of cat food and he left it alone. How odd.
Filed under: off topic
Ok, I’m almost done with the election-related web surfing, but I came across this set of pictures this morning and they are awesome.
… I was finally able to watch US election coverage without throwing things. Seriously, in 2004 I scared the crap out of my cats.
Sport watched the returns with me until it was his bedtime. Well, past his bedtime really. This morning right away he asked if “the blue team” won. Yep. “Did Bama win?” Yep. “Mom. Mom, he is the first black man to win that race. Did you know that?” Yep. And may you grow up thinking it is commonplace to have a family of colour in the White House.
Party like it’s… well, 2008. (But BOO! to California Prop 8, Florida Amendment 2, Arizona Prop 102, and especially Arkansas Initiative 1, which despite its title does not only ban adoption by gay couples, but bans adoption by unmarried people in general. Screw you, Arkansas.)
Friday: lower back was slightly sore, felt like a minor muscle pull.
Saturday: lifted a light item and turned to toss it into the back of my car. Back immediately seized up in a huge muscle spasm.
Sunday: Stood around doped up on the highest dose possible of Robaxacet, pointing at things and giving directions as six people came at various times of the day to do the work that I had planned on doing myself at the new house. Fortunately no one says, “This is, like, the third fence you have built and the fifth living room you have painted. Do it your own damn self.”
Monday: alternated between lying on the floor on my back and lying on an icepack on the couch. I am currently typing this from a standing position since I can’t actually sit up for longer than about two minutes.
Good thing I hired movers for next weekend….
