Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
There are a lot of pictures to sort through from this weekend, and some of them even have children in them. The rest are of a bunch of hot women, who don't look remotely like they are 40.
Maybe we were just overly tired, but we laughed until we cried about this one. My favorite part is about the 8 second mark, when Charlie does the "call back".
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
My husband dedicated himself to the humane removal of the nest, by first attempting to drown them, and later, to suffocate them. He’s very kind. And cheap. But mostly kind.
After the 2ND failed attempt at humanely dispatching the bastards, I mean God’s creatures, we called in backup.
He arrived in his shiny, and one can only assume, bug free van, and promptly had a stroke brought on by laughter at what passes for extermination around here. We also apparently closed off one of the holes with our flooding, so he had to sort of blindly stab at the ground with the chemical grenade to kill them. Along with our creeping whatchacalit that the nest was under.
So that was the beginning of our week. Trapped like rats. By bugs. It's like a vermin festival.
There's been other fun goings on, so stay tuned.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
I tried to "share" this video from youtube no less than 4 times. I give up. You can click the link - it's roughly the same amount of work for you as if I had actually made it function correctly.
I hate computers.
Edited: Today is Saturday. Youtube finally posted the video link. [All four times, of course.] Sorry, suckers - too little, too late.
I think I've realized I wasn't joking.
Yesterday the orthopaedic clinic was packed to the gills. The hospital* recently changed computer systems, which means that until 4 gazillion employees know the new software, all hell can and will regularly break loose. Our part of that hell was spending close to 4 hours in a holding pattern, with tiny 10 minute breaks for an x-ray and a consult with the doctor.
The staff was horrified for us, and I find these circumstances easy to forgive, because, well, we have Stockholm Syndrome. I mean, a normal person would have probably left, right? But we sat there, and drew letter after letter, plied with pretzels, played with toys from the supposed clean toy bin, and waited.
The end result is this. She's out of the brace during the day.
It's time to learn how to walk.
*Meaning every single brick and mortar structure related to a major metropolitan hospital campus, up to and including buildings located 40 odd miles away. So, you know, easy peasy. Half a dozen IT guys should be fine, right?
Thursday, August 7, 2008
No, I don't have any idea what I'm doing. I found a button on my computer that magically turned these snapshots into something I wasn't responsible for.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
It is slightly genius on her part. Not that I would ever consider using this to my advantage. For example, I would never let her crawl through my favorite stores, just to see what sticks.