Showing posts with label photoblog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photoblog. Show all posts
Friday, February 12, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
When you least expect it . . .
. . . the carpet-raptor may strike. Ouch!
At the end of kid-times this week, we have lots of things to remember: roller-hockey gear inauguration, KNEX dinosaur set exploration, Pop-Pop's 4 hour wooden owl project, peer-tutor success, sloppy joes, Astro-Boy, reading together at night, earlier bedtimes, chocolate-covered pretzels, awaiting Doc Chey's openingin the 'hood, and the Avett Brothers (again).
At the end of kid-times this week, we have lots of things to remember: roller-hockey gear inauguration, KNEX dinosaur set exploration, Pop-Pop's 4 hour wooden owl project, peer-tutor success, sloppy joes, Astro-Boy, reading together at night, earlier bedtimes, chocolate-covered pretzels, awaiting Doc Chey's openingin the 'hood, and the Avett Brothers (again).
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Snow mountain and my dad's rapier wit
Here's what you find at Snow Mountain, all of which is machine-fabricated, for $25/person:
Snow Mountain is really a way for Stone Mountain, Georgia to make money when it's cold. Today, my Dad said, "You know what that is," gesturing to the Stone Mountain carving:
"It's the biggest second place trophy in the world." Sharp, that one.
Snow Mountain is really a way for Stone Mountain, Georgia to make money when it's cold. Today, my Dad said, "You know what that is," gesturing to the Stone Mountain carving:
"It's the biggest second place trophy in the world." Sharp, that one.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Puzzling . . .
. . . why is the coolest thing at the Imagine It Children's Museum this tile pattern on the bathroom floor? A) It's really quiet in there. B) No unchaperoned kids are throwing sand at you. C) All of the above. D) I'm old.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
I thought I was taking my kids to the dentist . . .
. . . but the Yanni, the flower arrangement, and the hushed conversation convinced me I'm in a funeral home.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Safety first
The new "in-thing" this Thanksgiving is being sick, so grab your SARS masks, Swine Flu anti-venom, and slice up the bird.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Being home sick from school . . .
. . . means you have a lot of cursive "P"s to catch up on.
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Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Danger!
No, I have not suddenly decided to review thrash-metal albums from the 90's.
I went to the doctor today and wanted a photo momento. Ever think about how the international BIOHAZARD icon is not that scary . . . but just a bunch of circles? It could be just the stains of a four cups of coffee on a orange table cloth.
I went to the doctor today and wanted a photo momento. Ever think about how the international BIOHAZARD icon is not that scary . . . but just a bunch of circles? It could be just the stains of a four cups of coffee on a orange table cloth.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
It's good to see you.
Thao rocked the Earl, with a collection of new songs and old ones. By old ones, I mean songs from her first album last year. More of a review tomorrow. Man, she can throw that hair around and twist like a snake preacher.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Up and down
No pawn shop pictures yesterday; script meeting postponed.
After a chain of monumentally frustrating events, I had to tie on my running shoes and hit the street. At the end, I ran up this hill five times. There was a lot of steam.
After a chain of monumentally frustrating events, I had to tie on my running shoes and hit the street. At the end, I ran up this hill five times. There was a lot of steam.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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