so as love-of-my-life karen mentioned yesterday… it snowed… breaking (i think) the all-time record for annual snowfall in the toronto area… i woke up this morning to do a little shoveling… again…
there’s been so much snow that we’re running out of places to put it… had to leave some in the driveway and carve out an extra parking space…
i miss seattle winters… says it’s mostly cloudy today… chance of rain…
seb’s new train table… in the freshly carpeted basement… i think it turned out pretty spiffy… the bear in the background
it…
what an awesome site… damn interesting…
i’m an inquisitive chap… quite interested in the world in general and history and how things work and whatnot… i linked to this site a couple days ago and ended up spending an hour reading about all sorts of neat stuff… and now i’m subscribed to their feed…
the internet’s cool…
via boing boing
the good…
friday night was a date night for love-of-my-life karen and i… the kiddos were with their omi so we hung out and had a relaxing evening at home… had a fellow drop by to give us a quote on finishing our basement, had a drink or two, and caught up on some tv shows that we haven’t had time to watch… ’twas lovely…
the bad…
yesterday… the day i officially got old… for two reasons…
first… k and i dropped by the home depot… that gleaming orange beacon of possibility… and checked out some paint and carpet samples for the aforementioned soon-to-be-finished basement… whilst in-store we dropped by the most excellent and quite convenient tim hortons located therein… and were treated to quite possibly the funniest/most frustrating retail experience that i’ve seen in a while… behind the counter there were two kids that were truly inept… the lil’ feller that eventually “waited” on us was seemingly petrified/confused to be doing so… it was interesting enough to watch this poor soul deal with the public before us and then stumble through our order… when it came time to exchange funds is when it truly became great… our total was $2.93 (or about $3.11 USD… zing… hah) so i gave him $3.00… he says (and there’s no way to fully describe the sheer aggravating whinyness of his voice) “erm… we’re out of pennies” and gives me a nickel… i looked at it and said “so how are you gonna give me my change” or something to that effect… at this point love-of-my-life karen started edging away from the register… heading for paint and carpet land… the cute lil’ in-over-his-head feller shrugged his shoulders and said/whined “it’s only two cents”… so i explained to him that it was actually my two cents, called him a whippersnapper, and killed him… actually… after a second to process the situation i laughed it off and went to look at paint and carpet…
second… being as we’re about to embark on this basement thing all the crap treasures had to be moved out so whoever ends up doing all this stuff can see the floor… evidently that’s important… so i moved it all into our garage… and while in the past i could usually count on being a bit sore a day or two later from such an endeavo(u)r yesterday i was feeling it right away… by the end of the day my knees felt like they were going to explode and my body hurt all over… old… definitely old…
and the ugly… that’d be this debacle… looking for some kinda silver lining it becomes evident that a 1997 rose bowl rematch between the bloved buckeyes and my pal dw’s asu sundevils is a real possibility… and that’d be awesome…
it snowed here last night… so begins winter two back in the homeland… hah…
for the record - i’m not so much smitten with the snow…
so to start the evening i had the trepidation… actually… not so much the trepidation but i was all… “uhhhh… whatever”…. because this halloween it was decided that my job was to man the door and hand out the loot…
initially… i was sad… last year i had lotsa fun roaming around with the kiddos getting goodies…
but i, my friends, am a team player… and if the team decided that i was the candy-handing-out mo-fo this year then so be it… i would make the best of it…
and i actually had a fine time… i hung out with our new fishies… i spun pink floyd’s dark side of the moon louder than ususal… my new drinkin’ buddy tapvat / cerveza de barril / le fut pression was there… as were my pals the skulls… you’ll notice the best in-the-dark-shot i could accomplish was a bit on the blurry side… i blame my new drinkin’ buddy tapvat / cerveza de barril / le fut pression…
and i began my campaign to establish our house as the place to go on halloween night… “dig in kiddos”… go on, have another”… “you must be kidding… you call your self a trick-or-treater???”… my goal was to dump all the goodies before the kiddos got home… i came up short but within a half hour or so we were out… hopefully we have thrown down the gauntlet and are in the running for best-place-to-go hono(u)rs…
so how odd is this???… i get an email yesterday from someone saying that a really effective night-time cough remedy is vicks vaporub… well “duh?!?!?” you might say “that’d be what it’s for after all”… but here’s the thing… the suggestion is that this stuff is wicked-cool effective, especially for kids, if you rub a bunch of it on the soles of the cough-afflicted’s feet before bed… hmmnnn…
well i’m of the opinion that medicine sure is cool and all… but i reckon there’s a lot more we don’t know about the human body compared to the amount of stuff we’ve figured out… and when all’s said and done the cure to stuff like cancer is probably going to be something like marinara enemas or something truly odd…
this … uh… open-mindedness on my part… and the fact that both of our darling offspring were in possession of truly bad-ass hacking coughs that had kept them up the night before was just too good an opportunity to pass up… so we slathered them up in the interest of science and the chance to get some sleep (them and us)…
and damn if it didn’t work… not for the whole night but for 3-4 hours at a time… pretty much no hacking at all and some restful sleep…
so there’s your tip for the day, gentle reader…. vaporub on the feet… works wonders… (not-so-much the marinara enemas)…
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