Thursday mornings, Holly has to leave the house super early, so I’m in charge of getting the boys and their lunches ready for school. This morning I went to wake up Gage, and Roan came running down the hall. He said – “Want to see something that’s soooo cool Eric?”, and of course I said yes. He told me to look out the window and see the broken telephone pole. I looked for about 2 minutes before realizing what he was talking about. The neighbour’s t.v. aerial was being tossed around by the wind, toppling over onto their house. The only thing stopping it from going all the way over was the house next to it. It repeatedly smashed into that house, then back into the house it was attached to.
Not the most exciting thing in the world. Unless of course, you’re 8. Also if you’re 8, you might think the past tense of “fight” is “fit”. That’s the word Roan used to describe what he and I had just done in Halo 3 the other day.
e.g. “Wow! we fit a long time before you killed me.”
So, to recap: fought = fit, aerial = telephone pole.
I’m going to have to keep track of all these things and publish an English > 8 year old English dictionary.
Saturday, Holly and I went to Toronto to visit Jon and Ryan. We hung out with Jon and watched some large offensive white woman do stand up comedy, then we went to cabbage town and watched some old interview Ryan did on CityTV about body modification. It was pretty interesting. After that we went to Gourmet Burger Co. for some kick ass dinner, before getting on the highway.
The best part of trip however, turned out to be when we stopped at the new Marble Slab in St Catharines on the way home. They have lots of great stuff there. Holly bought me a white chocolate ice cream, in a waffle bowl, with raspberries. She had the same thing, except eggnog ice cream. She had been complaining weeks earlier that no one makes eggnog ice cream, so she bought a litre to bring home for the boys.
I think she’s planning to surprise me with one tonight as a reward for watching the boys, feeding them, and fixing various things around her house (really I’m going to bribe the boys with supper, and make them do all the work around the house before they can have any).
Last night Holly and Roan built a gingerbread house using a kit we bought on the weekend. Before they got started, Roan leaned on one of the gable end pieces and cracked a huge chunk off. Holly attempted to glue it back together with icing, but that wasn’t happening.
Although the Candy Land building inspector would have never passed it, a decision was made to proceed, using the damaged gable end. Despite having a large portion of the top missing, it still fit fairly well. The other end however, had some issues (as seen above). Not sure what happened there, but Holly covered her mistake with some royal icing and chocolate fondant, then touched it all up with some light airbrushing.
The end result was an elegant gingerbread palace, complete with landscaped gardens, multiple poison and fire alarms, and icicle draped fascia.
Even the broken gable end was magically transformed into a remarkable piece of engineering coupled with design. A beautifully labeled fire escape not only makes this one of the safest edible estates ever, it also adds some fine details to the otherwise boring back wall completing the masterpiece.
I look forward to watching Roan smash the house, and no one eating it. I ate the broken piece and it was hard and dry. I can’t imagine it’s going to get any softer while it sits on the end table over the next few days/weeks.
Is what the title of this Niagara This Week article should have been. Instead it was something stupid. Either way, that’s my lady there heaving bodies into a hearse. It was all for educational purposes, and she was there to do makeup as well as demonstrate her role as a first responder. Look for her on Cable 10 in Niagara. They had cameras there filming, but we have no idea when it will be broadcast.
She’s so cute in her professional suit.
I can’t wait to get a new camera. It’s so hard to get a decent picture of anything that moves with mine, and Tabbouleh is constatnly being cute and moving at the same time. Not to mention I have no flash, so the camera constantly shoots out it’s orange light to help focus, and that terrifies all the cats. I did manage to get a few decent photos of Tabbouleh’s first encounter with ice on the floor.
I was getting some juice and some shards of ice went flying. I picked up most of the big bits, but didn’t bother with the little bits. She had a blast kicking them all over the kitchen, then licking them up. I love her so much, and I’m so glad she’s here with us.
Now I need to catch a video of her drinking out of (or possibly falling into) the fish tank.
On my way up to the bedroom after killing some zombies this morning, I found a kitty sitting quietly on a chair in the living room. I sat and pet her for a second, then she got up and started exploring the xmas tree. I grabbed my camera, and busted her climbing into the tree. I stopped filming for fear that the tree was going to tip, or the cat was going to get stuck, but soon after she jumped out and the tree rocked a few times but stayed up. Maybe I’ll make xmas cards for people using some of the pictures I got of her in the tree. I don’t know if people would want pictures of my retarded cat or not.
The other day I came downstairs to find Kanika standing on the stove hood, stealing food out of the bag I hid in the cupboard. Usually we keep the food in the cupboard under the sink, but we’ve got the doors off for painting right now, so there is no defense. I decided to put the bag up as high as I could, figuring I’d out smarted the cats – I was wrong. Despite having a full bowl of food on the floor in the normal spot, she insisted on climbing up to the hood, chewing through the bag, and slowly pulling them out one at a time.
I showed her the other food, and she went right back to the new bag. Holly busted her again later that night, but neither of us thought to stop her. The next morning we got up to clean and when I walked into the kitchen it took me a second, but then I spotted the aftermath of a night of kitty binge eating.
That’s kitty barf dripping off the stove hood, onto the burner and down under it. Gross. I think she’s got self image issues. She’s clearly got an eating disorder, and is constantly chewing all the fur off the backs of her legs. She needs kitty counseling. Look how cute she is.