April 30, 2006
April 27, 2006
I snapped some shots of Scott in his hospital gown, but I fear the retribution I would suffer if I were to post them here.
As if the bad news wasn't enough, Scott underwent a two-hour root canal yesterday evening. The dentist wanted to quit halfway through and schedule another appointment, but Scott made funny noises and produced spittle in such a way as to convey that stopping was not an option. At one point I wandered into the room to see how Scott was faring. The dentist said, "You should feel sorry for me, not him. Me. I deserve cookies." Frankly, I think the thousands of dollars in insurance payments that the doc has received are payment enough. Thank goodness for medical and dental benefits.
April 25, 2006
April 22, 2006
1. Five minutes to yourself; how would you spend them, ideally?
Being thankful for all the good in my life. I spend far too much time being negative.
2. Five bucks to spend right now; how would you spend it?
Candy, candy and more candy. (I've been having a terrible craving for sweets lately.)
3. Five items in your house you could part with, right now, that you hadn't thought of already?
I don't suppose I can name any of Scott's things?
4. Five items you absolutely, positively, could never part with in your house?
I don't count my pets as items, so let's see, what else is there?
The tooth pillow that my mom made for me when I was little,
the pen sketches of Strawberry Shortcake that my brother drew for me when he was ten,
the bookcase that my dad and I built together,
the beautiful gate that Scott crafted for my 31st birthday,
and, of course, my photo collection.
5. Five words you love?
I love the way my brother pronounces "corn." Aside from that, no special words are coming to mind at the moment so I'm going to borrow Heather's method and open a dictionary... Eden, nonconformist, meander, leisurely, sierra. Granted, for most of those words it's the meaning that appeals to me more than the sound.
April 21, 2006
As I walked to the bus stop this morning I watched an older fellow picking up garbage. It appeared to be a struggle for him each time he bent over, but he slowly persisted until he had cleared a long stretch of grass beside the sidewalk. I don't know if he owned the property or if he was simply being a good Samaritan, but I gave him a big smile for his efforts. (He probably would have preferred it if I had given him some assistance.)
It is beyond me why ignoramuses toss their trash on the ground when there are so many trash cans and recycling bins available.
April 20, 2006
Scott's mother would really like Scott and I to get engaged. She makes no secret of this fact. For Christmas, Scott's mother urged him to give me "something small and nice" as a gift, nudge nudge, wink wink. Ever the obedient boy, Scott bought me an engagement ring.
Yes, that's correct, it's a paperweight, a gag gift. If I cared one iota about the tradition of marriage, I might have been a bit miffed (much like Scott's mom).
Toe number 1 fell victim to a laptop computer which suddenly decided to leave the safety of my lap for the exhilaration of a free-fall. This wasn't one of those newfangled light-weight laptop computers, either. Long story short, my toenail eventually turned funny colours, then popped off one day when I caught it as I was pulling on a sock.
Toe number 2 has an even more sorrowful tale. I was tamping gravel in preparation for building a garden wall, and since I don't own steel-toed boots I was wearing running shoes. My usual lack of coordination led to the forceful meeting of tamper and toe. Another long story short... well, perhaps a photo array will convey my pain.
April 17, 2006
April 16, 2006
April 15, 2006
April 13, 2006
April 12, 2006
Scott and I were caught on the "Kiss Cam" during the game. My brother and Laura were in attendance and made sure to razz us about it afterwards. Apparently they weren't the only acquaintances of mine who were present; I have also received messages from a colleague and one of my floor hockey teammates asking if I attended the game. I'll have to remember to avoid major sporting events if I'm ever running from the law.
April 11, 2006
Ava recently announced that she has ordered herself a little brother or sister, due in mid-September. Good work, Ava!
Have you ever seen a more adorable pair of dimples?
April 06, 2006
BOOM! The butter caught fire, blowing the oven door open. Someone instructed Scott to use salt to extinguish the fire, so he took a shaker and began sprinkling salt on the flames. My mother tore open a box of salt and threw the contents into (and onto, and under, and all around) the oven. A bit messy, but it did the trick.
Still, before long, the entire house was filled with smoke and the smoke detectors were screaming. The cats had scrambled to various hiding spaces and half of the humans had grabbed their coats and jackets and headed outdoors, along with the dogs. Scott, my dad and I decided to run around opening windows and fanning smoke out the best we could, remaining indoors until we were almost overcome.
Eventually, my dad cooked the appetizers on the BBQ and also prepared a fabulous meal. In spite of, well, me, I think the birthday girls had a good time.
April 04, 2006
Bad idea. The oven was still really, really hot when I put the butter in it. Of course I didn't bother to use a plate; I just tossed the wrapped stick of butter on the top rack.
And then I completely forgot about it.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2, which tells the story of the next time I preheated the oven...