Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Served cold . . . with a little warmth


Well, I guess it's safe to say I blew the Blogtober thing all to crap. Couldn't do it even by cheating a little. Oh well, I did some writing. I did more writing than if I hadn't tried to participate. 

So I'll call it a win.

And, to be fair, I'll close out the month with a final blog. 

Happy Halloween to you all. My day started poorly, in spite of a rare, good night's sleep. I woke up to find that someone had smashed our pumpkins. And ya know, at almost any Halloween in my life up to this point, it's no big deal. It's a pumpkin.

But this year, for the first time, Sonwun gutted, designed and carved his very own pumpkin. He insisted on doing it solo. He did a good job and he was very proud of his creation.

The look on his face this morning pissed me off in a very, very, very big way. I'm trying to stay daddy-like here and avoid the potty-mouth that sometimes bursts forth in these situations. But man, I'm a tad miffed.

I'm not sure I should be handing out candy tonight. I'll be giving the evil eye to everyone who looks capable of pumpkin kicking. That's a lot of evil eye. But I just know that whoever did this lives in my neighbourhood. And he, she, or they will be at my door tonight looking for goodies. 

Sigh.

I guess at this point I have to admit I kicked a few pumpkins in my day. I soaped a few windows . . .

At that age you just don't think about the kid who proudly carved his pumpkin and how devastated he feels. You're a kid yourself, why would you think of these things?

Now, that being said, my first instinct (to catch the kid and kick him in the teeth) may have been wrong. 

But I think it's fair and reasonable to stay up all night next year, on the roof, with a garden hose. It also may not be wrong to "mine" the front yard with dog poop that night. Maybe a strategically located trip wire or two. Nobody gets hurt. Just a little poopy. That's funny right there.

We'll keep that one in the bank. I've got a whole year to plan, I've got a wicked and vengeful mind revenge is a dish best served cold. (Dog poop, on the other hand, better warm). (Which reminds me, I also have the advantage of  a level-headed wife to keep me from going over the edge).

Anyway, have written about it. Feel better now. 

Have a great Halloween!

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

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Monday, October 22, 2012

Thanks in advance


Time for a grumpy old man rant. Starring me. I'm grumpy because, once again, it's 11:30 and I'm just getting to the blog. (hehehe)

First off, can the good folks at Ziploc and Glad take a look at some of the more nutritious bread options and then come up with reusable containers that will actually hold that size of bread. And while you're at it, talk to the folks who make kids' lunch bags. You all gotta work together on this. It just makes sense.


Ziploc, Glad, I realize Wonderbread and similar size stuff fits in your little plastic thingies. But a good loaf of rye, when sliced, does not. Think of the children. Thank you.

Hang on, second thought. Ziploc, Glad, sorry to have bothered you. Continue as you were.

To the good folks at Natural Bakery:

Your wonderful rye bread, the large one, that I am happy to feed my children, does not fit in the standard reusable plastic lunch box containers. So, as a promotion, I suggest you guys make them (or more likely, outsource them, preferably to another Canadian company) and offer them free for a month with the purchase of a loaf of your delicious bread. Or at least at a cost price. You would be making my life easier, and what greater goal could a good Canadian company have?

Sincerely, 
Neodad
Trophy Husband
Bread Fan

Sunday, October 21, 2012

NaNoWriMo


So, I think I mentioned earlier that I am participating in Blogtober festivities mostly for the writing exercise.

Well, I think I'm going to expand that a little by taking part in NaNoWriMo. Stands for National Novel Writing Month and it runs from November 1 to November 30.

I gotta be honest. It may be a bigger bite than I can chew. 

I'm not one of those people who has always believed they have a great idea for a novel. I don't. I really don't. I read a fair bit, I enjoy a good novel, or blog, or news story . . .

Anyway, I'm still learning the finer points of NaNoWriMo participation, but the gist of it is that I must write daily and, by the end of the month, must produce a novel that is 50,000 words long, or longer. (That breaks down to about 1,666 words per day.) I have signed up on the web site and will begin writing on November 1. 

According to the web site, I need to tell everyone I know that I'm participating.

"This will pay big dividends in Week Two," the site tells me, "when the only thing keeping you from quitting is the fear of looking pathetic in front of all the people who’ve had to hear about your novel for the past month."

If nothing else, I like the attitude.

Anyhoo, today's Day 2 of an all-male household. We're out of cereal, out of bread and must go shopping later today. So, after a breakfast of dry frosted something-or-other, we'll just kinda sit around and anticipate an afternoon of football. Maybe we'll play some video games. Then, we'll watch football and eat chips. A post-game discussion will follow, supper of chicken wings (not too spicy, I know) and then maybe a movie.

Just kidding dear. As soon as the boys wake up, we'll go for a brisk and vigorous walk, followed by a nutritious fruit-filled breakfast. Church after that, swimming in the afternoon with a vegetable-laden supper to follow.

Have a great Sunday! Go Packers!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Alone


All righty. The cat's out of the bag, so I can let you in on the fact that my dear wife has left me.

For a week, relax.

As I write this, Neomom is boarding a plan for Ontario. A little visit to her mom and dad and sister. Much needed, long overdue and, most importantly, child-free.

Kids are wonderful and all that stuff, but every once in a while, it's nice to try to remember who YOU are beyond mommy, or daddy. Neomom needs it, we had the reward miles to make it happen, so game on.

And that means, I have the minions all to myself for 7 days. Break out the Kraft Dinner and Baked Beans. And that's not because I hate cooking. It's because the minions are not exactly connoisseurs. And I hate spending the time to cook something awesome, only to hear it described as yucky, or too spicy. Hey, it's chipotle, it's delicious, drink some milk.

So I'm on my own. Tonight, pizza for supper. Why? Cause it's easy and they'll eat it. See above.

No major plans for the week, other than survival. Oh, and speaking of stress, as of yesterday I am 150 days cigarette free. Yay me. Think I got it licked this time. 

Anyhoo, not much else to tell you. I'm sure the next 7 days will provide a little blog fodder. Stay tuned and have a great rest of Saturday. Ain't much left.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Date Night


Date night. 

Leave me alone.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Tired


Oh, crap I'm tired. Not sure what's keeping me awake these days. Weird dreams. Need more sleep.

So, we're watching PBS in the morning. I figure it doesn't count as "TV" if it's PBS, right? I mean it's educational and all that stuff. Yay crappy parenting. I know, I should be up bright and early, reading to the minions as they wake up. Getting in a crafts session before breakfast . . .

Bite me.

Anyhoo, I'm writing away and kinda half-listening to PBS. They are, apparently, doing a one-of-these-things-is-not-like-the-other game. Isn't that a Sesame Street rip-off?

I digress.

So, the four pictures they are showing are of a dog, a tiger, a dolphin and a donkey. Now, which of these is not like the other?

The answer, according to PBS, is the tiger.

Sonwun and I both guessed the dolphin. The dolphin is a water creature. The dog, tiger and donkey live on land.

But tiger, PBS argues (or they would if they were actually in my living room instead of just on the TV) starts with the letter "T" while the others start with "D."

As I had been typing at the time, I asked Sonwun if they showed only a picture, or if the picture included the written name of the animal. He said picture only. 

So, as far as I'm concerned, while both answers are correct, my answer, and Sonwun's answer, was more correct.

And ya know, at least I acknowledge the PBS answer is ALSO correct. PBS only gave one answer and did not even acknowledge the other. Shame, shame, shame.

That's all I've got. I'm tired.

Have a good Thursday. Sleep in tomorrow if you can.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Part 2


"Dad, when I grow up, I'm gonna be a McDonald's worker and bake food for people."
— Sontoo, this day, 2012.

Here's hoping for slightly more grand aspirations by, say, tomorrow.

And how's your day starting?

Well, quick update first. It's about yesterday's blog entry. If you haven't read it, go back and do it now. Click here to find it. We'll all wait. Take your time. But hey, try to keep up next time.

Okay, so where was I?

Oh yeah. Manitoba Hydro . . . estimated bill . . . . no . . . estimated six months of bills, all at once. Not happy.

So, yesterday, after I finished my blog, I thought I'd pull up the Manitoba Hydro Act. It seems to me in my initial conversation with a customer service rep, back on September 10, it was suggested that the Manitoba Hydro Act said, somewhere, that estimating bills, when the meter goes kaput, was somehow legal. Wouldn't surprise me if, in fact, the Act said that. Doesn't make it right. But I wanted to see for myself.

So, first thing I did was a search of the on-line document (http://web2.gov.mb.ca/laws/statutes/ccsm/h190e.php) for the word "estimate." And to be fair, I used "estimat" so as to include estimation, estimate and even estimatorium should it be required.

Appears three times. Once in the WIRING PERMITS AND INSPECTIONS section, once in the ASSISTANCE TO CUSTOMERS section and once in the TAXATION, CHARGES AND DISTRIBUTIONS section. This could take a while.

And ya know, I read all of the stuff surrounding the "estimate" word in each instance. And, to the best of my non-lawyer understanding, none of it says they can estimate my bill for six months when their meter dies. We'll get back to that.

Oh, and just for interest sake, the word "meter" appears only twice in the document. I will be interested to know where, exactly, the six-month-meter's-dead-estimation thing comes in. (read read read) Nope, couldn't find it.

Okay, under the COLLECTION OF ACCOUNTS section, I find some interesting stuff that may relate to my issue (read read read) but it doesn't appear to be so.

So, I called the good folks at Manitoba Hydro. I spoke with a customer service rep, we'll call her M just for fun. I disputed the amount I was being charged. 

I mean, for one thing, during the time period in question, I was camping with my family for four weeks. That has NOT been accounted for in this estimation. I was not using the lights, TV, dishwasher, washer, dryer, air conditioner, computer, blowdryer or electric nose hair trimmer for an entire month.

There are other things that make me question the amount being charged, but I'm not showing my entire hand before the first round of betting. 

Anyhoo, bottom line is M argued with me a little. Not in a nasty way or anything, just attempting to present Hydro's side. I still disagreed and we ended in a bit of a stalemate. She was gonna take my case to a higher authority. We'll call that person Q.

Now, to M's credit, she was not only polite and professional, she did phone back at 11 a.m. 

But I was out.

She phoned back at 2 p.m. and told me that Q was away until Thursday, but she'd talk to Q on that day and get back to me. So that's where we've left it.

So hopefully, by Friday, we'll have a fair resolution to this problem. And hopefully, Sontoo will have returned to his dream of being a firefighter.

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

It doesn't seem right.


All righty. Tuesday and I'm doing a slow burn. And no, it's not about the leaking valve.

But it is about another government body, and its treatment of people.

This one began about a month ago. I came home to find a Manitoba Hydro truck in my driveway. The guy was apparently just finishing up whatever it was he was doing.

And, being a naturally curious kinda guy when it comes to strange trucks in my driveway, I asked. Turns out he had just replaced the electrical meter on the side of my house. 

"Hmmm," thought I. "Why would he do that?"

So I asked him. "Why did you do that?"

And I learned that the meter on my house was defective. It wasn't working. And it had not been working since February 29. It was September 10. So, for a little more than six months, no meter. No one was measuring how much electricity I was, or wasn't using.

Now, as I had paid several electrical bills over that time period, I was a little concerned as to how these bills were calculated. I mean, really, do they just get to guess at this stuff?

"Based on last year, we figured you used X. So just pay that, okay?"

Um, no, not okay. Did you know I was away for a month in the summer camping? Did you know I replaced our giant front window just before winter? Did you know we've been taking every step to reduce our electrical bill? Did you know I installed a generator in the garage in the spring and have been using it, instead of your electricity for most of the summer?

Okay, that last one's a lie. But hey, nobody has asked me. And the first three are true. 

So, when meter installer guy left, I called Manitoba Hydro. And I asked what was going on. And I was told that my meter had been out of service (broken) since February 29. I asked about the bills I have been paying. The customer service rep and I had a hard time understanding each other, I admit. But what I got from the phone call was that, apparently, I was paying my bill (their estimate) once every other month. The next month, it was refunded, minus the "basic charge." 

I was not entirely clear on how that all worked, or why. I do recall asking if it was even legal to charge me for electricity when there was no proof that I used any.

Fast forward a month.

I got the letter. It began "Dear Customer:"

Could they at least use my name. I mean, I like to get kissed before I get fucked. I realize a kiss is out of the question, but at least know and use my name, eh?

Stay on track . . .

The letter continued:

"We have estimated consumption to cover February 29, 2012 to September 10, 2012. Based on 9,130 kW.h consumption recorded on the previous meter for the 183 day period from March 1, 2011 to August 31, 2011, there is daily consumption of 50 kW.h. For the period from February 29, 2012 to September 10, 2012, consumption based on this would have been 50kW.h multiplied by 194 days for a total of 9,700 kW.h. To allow for any inaccuracies in our estimate, 10% or 907 kW.h was deducted resulting in an estimate of 8,730 kW.h"

Bottom line: I now owe them just shy of $600. Payable now. 

I have a few questions. First off, I gotta ask why it took more than six months to replace a broken meter? Second, was the meter working properly up to that point? And please don't automatically say yes. It's not like you jumped on the problem when it stopped working altogether.

And finally, and most importantly, on what planet, and in what business transaction can the supplier say to the customer, "We have absolutely no proof, but we figured you bought this much. Pay for it! Further, we have a mechanism for accurately measuring consumption, but it broke six months ago. It is our responsibility to fix it, but we just didn't get to it. So just pay up."

It would be like buying meat from a butcher. His scale breaks. He doesn't tell you. He just throws the meat on, gives you a number and asks for the money. After six months, he confesses, because you ask about that fancy new scale he has. He refunds some of your money (keeps some as a "basic service fee") and then bills you several hundred dollars for your meat purchases over the last six months . . . based on the previous year's meat purchases. 

What's more, he does it by mail. Just sends you a bill. Would you pay it? Should you pay it?

Okay, this is gonna take more than one post. So I'm just gonna leave you with this for today:

The "basic charge" that I was told I still had to pay during the six months of broken meter? According to my letter and bill from Manitoba Hydro, it is "The fixed charge that pays part of the cost of providing service and does not depend on how much energy is used."

Okay, fair enough. But it goes on:

"It helps pay for such items as the maintenance of meters, the cost of meter reading, billing and record keeping."

Um . . . should I REALLY have been paying that during the six months my meter was broken? Just asking.

I have some research to do and a few phone calls to make to sort this out.

Have a stress-free Tuesday.

Monday, October 15, 2012

I stand corrected . . .


Well, live and learn I guess.

Here's something I didn't know when I wrote my last post. In Portage La Prairie, the municipality is NOT responsible for the plumbing from the meter back. They are responsible from the road back. So I stand corrected. 

And I guess, so does the guy who told me Saturday that I was correct in my assumption. He also told me about the "policy" to deal with the situation. Which makes me question the policy. But that's another blog.

Anyhoo, happy Monday! Neomom and I purchased new shower curtains this morning, which completes the bathroom renovation. And yeah, it was a little more than a day. But it was worth it! See?


Particularly proud of the floor. First time doing linoleum!


Have a great week!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

"You're not going to like my answer."


Okay, here's something I didn't know until yesterday. Apparently I'm not qualified to say where the plumbing in my house is leaking . . . even if the water is squirting out of a very specific place like, say a valve.

No, no. It's true. I found that out yesterday when I called the City of Portage La Prairie's "After Hours Trouble Calls" phone number. Turns out that connects you to the fire department. Didn't know that either. 

Anyhoo, the reason I was calling the City of Portage is the leak in the plumbing is on "their side" of the water system in my house. Everything before the water meter belongs to them. Everything after the meter belongs to me. Did you know that one?

**Edit: Found out Monday that the city is responsible only to the shut-off valve at the road. Not the meter inside. Different than other cities I lived in and apparently news to the guy I spoke to on the After Hours Trouble Call line. **

So, the valve used to shut off the water to my home is on "their side" of the meter. So, if it is leaking, it is their responsibility to fix it. That's why I called them yesterday. It was leaking. And, depending on where on the open-closed spectrum the valve was turned, it would leak a little, a lot, or not at all. And I don't like that. I wanted it replaced before it went WHOOOSH all over my basement.

The kindly gentleman who answered the "After Hours Trouble Calls" phone, and listened to my problem, told me I was not going to like his response. He was right.

See, this is where I learned that I'm incapable of determining where the leak is. I was told that I had to call a licensed plumber to come to my house and look at the leak. If the licensed plumber agreed with my lay assessment, he would, in a very professional manner I must assume, call the City of Portage La Prairie back and let them know they had a leak on "their side" of my household plumbing. Action, again, I must assume, would follow.

So naturally, I asked if the Mayor's brother was a plumber desperately in need of work. Don't really know of another reason for such an asinine policy.

But hey, policy is policy. It's a great thing to hide behind and ensures no one has to think or make an actual decision. Just follow policy. And it frightens me, just a little, when I think about what would have happened if this was a major leak, spilling gallons and gallons of water into my basement during this conversation with the fire department.

Where was I?

Oh yeah, I was calling a fully trained, licensed and professional plumber to come to my house, after 5 p.m., on a Saturday, to determine where the leak was. Might surprise you to learn it's not easy to find a fully trained, licensed and professional plumber to come to my house, after 5 p.m., on a Saturday. But it's true. The one I finally reached, after making several unsuccessful calls, said he was very busy. He asked me if the handle on the valve was blue. I said that yes, it was. 

He said a lot of them leak in certain positions on the open-close spectrum. He advised me to find a position that didn't leak and maybe call the City of Portage La Prairie on Monday. 

See, that's why they get the big bucks. I had already found a position on the open-close spectrum that stopped the leaking. I still wanted, and want, a new valve. I do not like water in the little space under the stairs where I store stuff. And I do not like it when water shoots out of a valve any time I open or close it. Seems a little counterproductive to me.

Anyhoo, that's what I learned yesterday. On Monday, I'll be phoning the good folks at the City of Portage and I'm almost positive I'll have more to tell you after that.

Have a great, dry Sunday!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

So close . . .


Okay, in spite of what the naysayers have to say (coT cough I couFFgh A cough couNgh Ycough . . . excuse me), we pretty much completed the bathroom reno in two days. And I maintain we could have done it in one IF I had all the parts ready to go. That was my error. 

While it may take SOME people two day to clean a room, (coT cough I couFFgh A cough couNgh Ycough . . . excuse me), I can renovate in two. HA!

Sorry to the rest of you, but I was roundly mocked and criticized by a fellow blogger, who shall remain nameless, for suggesting a one-day reno was even possible. I still say it is. HA!

Anyhoo, last night, at about 7:30, I put the toilet back in place. That was after putting the vanity back in place. And that was after prepping the floor and installing the new vinyl flooring. And I even had a nap today. So there, nameless one.

It is awesome, mostly. It would be completely awesome if a certain store, that shall remain nameless, RONA, had the countertop it claimed to have two of, earlier in the day. But did NOT have  at 6 p.m., in spite of the fact the store inventory computer claimed to have both. Grrrrrrr.

So today, to spite the nameless box store, I shall head to Winnipeg in search of the perfect vanity countertop. For I have the perfect taps ready to install in said countertop. Okay, so it's not just spite, I want this freakin' job DONE!

Oh, and Sontoo has a nasty, nasty little cough that has kept him awake for a few minutes every hour, throughout the night. And that means I've been awake most of the night, as I can not go quickly and peacefully back to slumberland after my hot honey and lemon drink.

I am so tired, in fact, that I stuck the SD memory card from my camera into the disk drive on my computer this morning and had to fish it out with two knives. It was not easy . . . and I'm tired.

Anyhoo, that's it, other than a few quick renovation pictures. Have a great, um, Saturday. Yeah, Saturday.

It starts.

Midway


End of Day 1

End of Day 1 from other side.

End of Day 2. If I'd had the countertop, it WOULD have been installed.

Friday, October 12, 2012

Renovation, Day 2


Well, it's Friday and my bathroom is in pieces.

Yesterday, when I woke up, I had a wonderful, albeit delusional idea. I figured with Neomom's help, I could pull off a . . . wait for it . . . one-day bathroom renovation! It had to be possible. I mean, all I needed was a new floor and a new vanity countertop. I would replace the wax ring under the toilet at the same time. How hard could it be?

The plan was simple. Take out toilet and vanity. Replace old subfloor, if needed. Lay down new floor, reinstall toilet and vanity with new top. How hard could that be? And hey, by 10 a.m., I had removed the counter, sink, vanity, toilet and a section of subfloor. It was looking good.

And ya know, I might have been able to pull it off. But the shopping slowed me to a crawl and ultimately shattered my home improvement dream. I leave this stuff to Neomom, 'cause I have no idea how to match the walls, floors, tub and countertop. Seriously, if it was up to me, everything would be the exact same colour, probably black cause it's cool, and then I know it would all match. That's why I don't pick the colours.

So, this morning, I will finish prepping the subfloor for vinyl installation. I will touch up the paint in places I could not reach with the vanity and toilet in place. I will wait until noon when the adhesive will arrive at the flooring store. I will go and get it.

I will install the new floor and then I will do the caulking along the bathtub and around the entire perimeter of the bathroom. That was ONE of the last guy's mistakes. He didn't do the caulking, which is why had to replace the subfloor. 

Anyhoo, then I will install the old toilet and the old vanity. And then I will wait seven-to-ten business days for the new countertop. And then I will install that and the new sink and taps. 

So, in the meantime, Sonwun and Sontoo will have to share the downstairs bathroom with their parents when it comes to hand washing and tooth brushing. But, all thing being equal (knock wood) they will be able to shower and poop in their own bathroom by tomorrow afternoon.

Wish me luck! And have an awesome Friday!

Thursday, October 11, 2012

House of Cards


So, back to renovations.

I forget where we were last I spoke of them. But currently underway is the bedroom/laundry room downstairs. The rec room is on hold pending flooring funding. And, with Neomom taking a few days off, we attacked the bedroom yesterday. Tore out studs, pulled out wiring . . . all that good stuff. Sure, half of the downstairs is dark right now, but it won't be long because we're putting in a concentrated effort to complete this area.

At least we were.

Another area in need of some work is the upstairs bathroom. But that's on the back burner because it just doesn't seem critical.

At least it didn't.

Yeah, after making a fine start to the downstairs demolition, we returned home last night to find the upstairs toilet was leaking a little. And thus, the house of cards that is renovations, has shifted.

You see, I think all the toilet upstairs needs is a new wax ring. But it also needs a new floor (always has, nothing to do with the leak). So, why take up the toilet and NOT put in the new floor. Oh, and the countertop on the vanity needs replacing as well. So, if we're taking up the toilet, we might as well do the floor. And if we're doing the floor, we'll have to move the vanity. And if we have to move the vanity, we might as well replace the countertop. And the green grass grew all around, all around and the green grass grew all around.

This is the renovation house of cards. I learned about it shortly after I bought my first home. 

Again, it was a bathroom. And the tub needed recaulking. So, I ripped out the old caulking and thought, you know, this needs a new tub-surround. So I took it to the next level and began prepping for the tub-surround. I then learned that the drywall around the tub area needed updating. One thing led to another, and soon I was pulling off the baseboard behind the toilet. The hammer slipped and shattered the toilet base. 

Before I knew it, a simple caulking job became a complete bathroom renovation - new toilet, new vanity, new sink, new tub surround and the green grass grew all around, all around and the green grass grew all around.

I'm hoping . . . and praying, that I can end this one with JUST a new floor, wax ring and countertop.

Will let you know.

Have a better Thursday than I will.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Accepted!




I'd read about it . . . and I found it hard to believe. I'd never experienced it, but the other Stay-at-Home-Dads shared their stories and swore it was true. They had been rejected, told they weren't welcome, at Mommy and Me groups.

Sad, in this day and age, that such discrimination still exists. Sexism, running unchecked in church basements and community centres.

I found it so hard to believe, until it happened to me.

It was about three years ago. I'd been an RCMP spouse for about 8 years when I discovered a Facebook page for us; for RCMP spouses to talk, share, commiserate and celebrate the life we all lead.

And yeah, I applied for membership. And I was rejected. So I wrote about it here.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. A comment on the "Rejected" blog post. From another RCMP spouse, an admin on another RCMP spouse Facebook page. And she was inviting me to join. INVITING me! 

So I did. And now I'm one of us. Thanks Sandy!

So let's see, what else? Animal butt magnets . . . still cracking me up!

Oh yeah, and while we're talking about sexist behaviour . . .

A quick review of "Mom's Ultimate Magnetic Family Fridge Calendar 2012."

First off, bought this one cause I didn't see "Dad's Ultimate Magnetic Family Fridge Calendar 2012." Mostly because there wasn't one. 

Second, mine didn't have the stickers in it. Don't know who to blame for that one. Walmart? Manufacturer? Who knows, but it had no stickers. And I like stickers with my calendar.

Third, the "magnetic" part failed. It fell off. I had to Superglue it back on. Bad, bad, bad.

You'll have to wait until next year for the full review of "2013 Family Calendar," but I will say it's wording is gender neutral and it has all of the promised stickers. It's up two points already.

Have a great Hump Day!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Animal Butt Magnets!


Ya know, it can be a little disconcerting when your six-year-old acts more mature than you do.

Let me explain.

It started off in a pretty mature way. For my birthday, my mother sent me a gift card for Chapters. It's a nice, mature gift for a mature man. My wife got one as well.

And so, we drove the mature and manly minivan to Chapters near Polo Park in Winnipeg to purchase a book or two. Something to educate, stimulate or, perhaps, amuse.

Neomom and I took turns browsing while the other kept an eye on Sontoo at the Thomas the Train table. I purchase a Starbucks coffee to enhance the experience and looked for a nice book on making sauces. Neomom browsed the kids' section and picked up a book or two for the boys. 

In the end, we walked away with three books for the boys, a calendar with stickers (cause I like stickers on my calendars) and a six-pack of animal butt fridge magnets. It was actually Neomom who found the magnets, but I fully endorsed the purchase.

ANIMAL BUTT MAGNETS!


The book for Sonwun was a resounding success. He actually got in the van after school and announced to Neomom that she just HAD to buy him a certain book that was available through the Scholastic Book services. Mom said maybe. 

And when Sonwun got home, he showed me the book he wanted. I said, maybe, go put the catalogue in your room. And on his bed, purchased earlier at Chapters, was the very book he HAD to have. That's kinda cool, eh?

Anyhoo, later that same day, Sonwun wandered into the kitchen, where I had earlier placed the six animal butt magnets on the fridge. He looked at them. He looked at his mother. He looked at them again and said: 

"Butt magnets? I would have preferred animal head magnets. Animal butt magnets . . . they're a little inappropriate, don't you think?"

Seriously, inappropriate. Proud of him for using the word. A tad chagrined perhaps, that he was using it to describe his parents' behaviour.

But I love the magnets. So does Neomom. Sonwun is just being a poopyhead.

Have a great Tuesday.

P.S. I mentioned the relationship between Puffy and Sontoo recently. I think it may be getting out of hand.

I DID say he follows him everywhere.



The cat IS alive. How he gets the spine to do that, I have no idea. But I thought it was cool!

Monday, October 8, 2012

Slow day . . .


Woke up this morning, still dark as usual. Thought that, with Neomom on days off, Sonwun not having school and Sontoo and I available as usual, it would be a perfect day for the family fall walk. But then I checked the weather forecast . . . high of 7, rain, 5-10mm. Sigh. Maybe we'll do it anyway!

More likely, it's probably a good day for Sequence and MarioKart. Maybe, if we're feelin' crazy, Snakes and Ladders!

But no. Later this same day, we decided we'd hop in the manly minivan and take a drive, see the scenery, enjoy the landscape . . . lasted about 15 minutes. Then the whining became louder than the radio, so we came home for some Sequence and MarioKart.

Good day nonetheless. Would have preferred the crunch of dry leaves beneath my feet, but I can't control the weather, no matter how hard I try.

I got nothin' else today. It's been a lazy one and I'm going to bed early to make the day complete.

Cheers!

Sunday, October 7, 2012

Thankful


Happy Thanksgiving, once again.

So, I guess I should probably just follow suit and list 10 things for which I am thankful. (See, I almost said "10 things I am thankful for." Bad, wrong. This is why we write for no good reason. Just to practice.)

Oh yeah, 10 things . . .

1. I am thankful for my family. And by that I mean not only my wife and my boys, but my brothers, sisters and mother. So happy to spend this day with Neomom, Sonwun and Sontoo. Would be nice if I could be with my brothers, sisters, their spouses and kids, grandkids and all of that too. But not this year. Still galactically (looked it up, pretty sure it's spelled right) thankful they are in my life and only a phone call away when needed.

2. Thankful to be living in the Great White North. It's not a perfect country, but it's pretty damn good. Grab a beer and join me in a toast!

3. Thankful for the awesome summer I had with the boys and the Mrs. Thankful we all LOVE camping. Something I hope to share with them for a long, long, seriously long time to come.

4. Thankful someone suggested it was possible to backdate a blog, so that it looks like I'm keeping up with Blogtober. Even more thankful I figured out how to do it.

5. Thankful for the Wii on rainy days.

6. Thankful for Robinson Dill Pickles and what they represent.

7. I'm thankful for Words with Friends. I've always loved Scrabble, and now I can play it with my friends and family in a convenient and fun way! Awesome. 
Guess I should expand this one a little. While technology has its good and bad points, today I choose to be thankful for it. The internet, Skype, email all the good stuff that lets me stay in touch in a bigger way with family and friends and we move from place to place.
And, on days like today, I can blog, keep track of my Fantasy Football team, play Words with Friends with my sisters and mom and rule the seas in Battle Pirates . . . all at once!

8. I'm thankful for humour. In almost all of its forms. 

9. I'm thankful that the guy who's hosting today's Thanksgiving Dinner makes his own beer . . . and loves to share it!

10. And finally, I'm thankful that I could come up with this list. Given the time, I know I could come up with a meaningful top 100 instead of this random 10. And for that, I am also thankful.

Have a great turkey day! Cheers!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Gobble Gobble


So . . . Turkey Day, 2012.

I started doing my standard whine about not being near family during the holidays. I stopped. We've been there, written that, got the t-shirt.

My plans for tomorrow?

Good stuff. First and foremost, Thanksgiving Sunday is the day that I allow myself to open the inaugural jar of pickles. Kind of a family tradition that I'm sure is based partly on proper pickling technique and partly on a desire to make sure the pickle supply is not entirely decimated before Christmas. There were five kids in the family. Pickles went fast.

Two months to the day. 


And, as has become tradition, we will be joining some other RCMP orphans for the holiday feast. And sharing the pickles. Others will bring their family favourites and we'll feast and we'll feast and we'll feast, feast, feast, feast!

M & C are hosting this year. And M is brining the turkey. I have never eaten, to the best of my knowledge, a brined turkey. Really can't wait to try it! Should be seriously, seriously delicious. I'm serious. 

Anyhoo, those are the plans. Neomom is finishing up the nightshift tonight, will sleep until the afternoon tomorrow and then it's off for turkey!

Tomorrow, I plan to finish up the laundry, keep the minions quiet while mom sleeps, bake some squash and season it to perfection! Shave, shower, sh . . . and get ready to go.

Happy Thanksgiving weekend to all my friends in the Great White North. Whether you celebrate Sunday or Monday, here's hoping it's awesome!

Friday, October 5, 2012

Thanksgiving Weekend


Snow. October 5th and there's snow on the ground. Ugh.

Can't say I was ready for this just yet. I like it best when my kids don't have to follow me, with the snowblower, around the neighbourhood for Halloween. Don't get me started on Thanksgiving.

I'm not impressed. But Sontoo, the early riser, is. 

"It snowed, Daddy," he says, standing at the front window in his Cars undies, Guardian Cat at his side. "It's Christmas!"



Sigh.

It's not one of those gentle, fluffy little snowfalls either. The wind is howling, the snow is wet and feels like ice pellets burrowing into your face. The poor leaves, many of them still green, are clinging to the trees for dear life.

It is not, however, without its moments. Like when I let the dog out to pee this morning. She ran through the garage, as she always does. Straight out the door at full speed. And when her front paws hit the snow, they stopped dead. Her back feet caught up and she almost completed a somersault. (Had to check the spelling on that. Had it right. Weird.) (Oh, and that reminds me. Weird is a weird word too. 'I' before 'E' except after 'C', right? But not with weird. Which I guess makes sense.)

Oh, and here's my Blogtober blogging tip of the month. Ready?

Don't make pancakes and blog at the same time, unless your computer is right beside the stove, where you can keep an eye on the pancakes. Mine is not. 

So, happy Thanksgiving weekend! Special thanks to the School Board which, in its infinite wisdom, decided to make this a four-day weekend instead of just the average three-day holiday weekend. And I mean, fair enough. Teachers have been hard at work for almost a whole month now. Time for a little break.

May your turkey be moist,
Your potatoes lumpless,
May your gravy be smooth, 
And your stuffing so sumptuous (Come on, it's close. I know you were wondering how I'd rhyme lumpless.)

May Thanksgiving find you,
with family to be
and if not
you must work for 
the RCMP

Cheers. Have a great weekend.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Sontoo and Puffy


I don't understand it, but I think it's pretty cool.

At about 5:30 a.m., I was sitting at my keyboard, trying to come up with something to write about (for yesterday), when I heard a few soft thumps from Sontoo's room. I looked down the hall and watched as he emerged, clutching Owen, his teddy bear, and rubbing his eyes. Beside him, walking and stretching simultaneously, was Puffy, his guardian.

Puffy, the grey ball of feline fur we picked up last year, has attached himself to four-year-old Sontoo in a way that is just really cool to watch, but impossible to understand.

From the time he was a wee little kitten, Puffy has been, well, a toy in Sontoo's mind. He picks Puffy up in the most awkward way, uses him like a blanket and hugs him until his eyes bulge. 



Puff and Sontoo, the early years.

And more recently.


Puffy has learned to just go limp when this happens. And he's learned to just enjoy the ride. 

Rather than run when Sontoo enters the room, he'll actually go sit beside him. If Sontoo's doing a puzzle, Puffy lies on the table. If Sontoo's on the couch, Puffy's nearby, on the floor. If Sontoo moves, Puffy moves.

And most nights, when Puffy's not out prowling the neighbourhood, he's sleeping in Sontoo's bed, or very nearby. Last night, just after bedtime, Puffy plopped on down in the hallway, just in front of Sontoo's doorway. Half an hour later, he was inside the door on the bedroom floor, and half an hour after that, he was on Sontoo's bed.

I really don't understand this relationship. I mean, I'm good to the cat. Always have been. My wife is good to the cat. Sontoo is, well, he's not mean to the cat, but he's pretty rough on it. And yet the cat likes him best. 

I'm a little wounded.

No, I'm not. I'm amazed to see them stumbling together out of his room in the morning. I'm blown away that the cat will hang out in the front yard while Sontoo plays on his swing. And I don't understand why a cat will lie under a water table as Sontoo splashes above it in the backyard.

Whatever the reason, I'm happy to see it. If a boy can't have a dog as his loyal subject (ours has imprinted on my wife) then he should have a cat that loves him, puts up with his crap and sleeps in his bed. Don't understand it, but I do think it's cool!

Keep going . . .


Blogtober, day 3.

And a happy Wednesday to you all . . . hump day . . . celebrate as you see fit.

So, how many of you take the time to brown, or sear, your pot roast before pot roasting it? And no, this isn't going anywhere, I was just wondering.

Well, today is playgroup day, so must pack up Sontoo and head on over. But before I go . . .

As I sit here, staring blankly at the keyboard, I am considering the fact that I promised to blog, daily, for the month of October. And I'm considering how many times I've promised to blog daily, or at least more often, and failed on both accounts.

So, is Blogtober a good exercise? Not sure yet.

I mean, it does make me examine my life in search of something fun, interesting, or annoying to write about . . . daily.

It forces me to take the mundane and attempt to make it interesting. 

And, if I remember correctly, at one of the newspaper conferences I attended years ago, that was the kind of exercise we were encouraged to do. 

"Write about an apple," we were told. 

Boring subject, make it interesting.

Write about my daily life . . . see above.

(Okay, here's an example of why this is a good exercise. I just mulled over the order of the words above. Should it be "Write daily about my life," or "Write about my daily life?") What do you think? Did I go with the right one?

Anyhoo, I have just decided this is an exercise worth doing. So I will attempt to catch up and complete the month on schedule. 

That is all.