I’m starting to suspect that, when I didn’t wake up early this morning, Spam ate one of the other cats.
Author Archives: Andy
Wayback machine
Posted onI was cleaning up the storeroom today, and came across some pictures of me in my youth that my mom had sent me months (years?) ago. Do you think I can find one of those vests in adult size?
Playground
Posted onLast week Anya’s new playset from Grandma Diane and Uncle David and Aunt Nancy arrived. All one thousand pounds of it. Last weekend, Anya and I put it together. Cabol helped a little bit too. It would be great if there were pictures of us putting it together, but Cabol has learned to hide far, far away whenever I am trying to build something.
Ok, it may not look completely level, but that is just an optical illusion. Or the fact that our house is built on top of a mountain. But a half ton of wood tends not to shift once it is in place.
Anya loves it. I will probably cover up the opening on top where the monkey bars end with a railing, since she is too small to use them right now, and I’m afraid she’ll roll out one day (see ‘built on top of a mountain’ above).
Happy spring
Posted onWhat do you know, it’s raining. Again.
Evolution
Posted onIn our house we have managed to acquire a spider that will actually eat the dreaded brown marmorated stink bug. If I manage to catch it and breed it, we’ll be RICH!
Who says you need expensive toys?
Posted onAndy: Anya, it’s time to say goodnight to the wrenches.
Anya: Goodnight wrench! *smooch* I love you! I’ll see you in 10 hours!
New stove
Posted onOur LP kit arrived yesterday, so this morning I converted the new $32 stove and installed it. There were some brief problems finding a 7mm nut driver (what the hell, do we live in Canada or something?), but I managed to find something that would work.
Next we’ll contact Anya’s school to see about getting our old stove over there to replace theirs. Hopefully there are some strong men who will be happy to haul it up the stairs to the kitchen.
Today’s lesson: Marketing
Posted onAnya: But Daddy, I want the DORA yogurt!
Daddy: We don’t have any Dora yogurt.
Anya: But DORA!
Daddy: Anya, I’ll tell you a secret. The yogurt you have is the same as the Dora yogurt.
[pause]
Anya: What?
Daddy: The yogurt company puts the same yogurt in this one and the one that has Dora on the outside.
Anya: Why?
Daddy: Because they think if Dora is on the outside, more kids will want to eat it.
[pause]
Anya: That’s SILLY!
One man in a tub
Posted onAs nice as it is to toss everything into the bread machine every few days for a loaf of bread, it just can’t compare to something baked in the oven. Especially now that I’ve gotten the hang of making the mixer do all the hard kneading work…
This is from a recipe in the LA Times, which so far is the only successful rye bread recipe I’ve made. Without caraway seeds this time, though, so Cabol might actually eat some.
Kitchen
Posted onThis is for my Uncle David and Aunt Nancy, who were pestering me for pictures of our (mostly) finished kitchen.
Now I wonder if they’ve ever finished putting trim around *their* kitchen door…