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I’m back, and ready to stay home indefinitely. Two days down, two days back, with screaming, yelling and temper tantrums the whole way. Then there was the kids’ behavior. Ugh. Next time either I fly, the kids stay home, or we get a soundproof barrier to put between the kids and the wife. Or a […]

Another week is drawing to a close, and the MHUDS are still here. Once again, thant you Rob at Heritage Financial Services for not doing our job (unless of course your job consists solely of pulling closing dates out of your arse and taking the afternoon off). The baby birds have moved out at last, […]

The pool pump is finally in working order and I managed to clear the blockage out of the vacuum line. Now all I have to do is finish scooping out the foot-deep pile leaves that have settled into the deep end and the kids can go swimming. Right now I am wishing I hadn’t been […]

It’s Friday, and I am looking forward to a non-relaxing weekend. After work, I drive to Montana to help the in-laws move. Saturday I come back and finish a screen door, mow and put up the new gate. Hopefully sometime in there the pool pump will have been fixed, so that the four hours I […]

Nothing witty to say here, folks, so move along! I got the wife a new rototiller, which was great fun. She hasn’t lost a foot or anything yet, but I’m placing odds on this weekend . . . It’s finally the end of the work day, and I need to go mow. Oh yay. Or […]

I’m still alive, just busy trying to keep up with the destructive forces of children. Today they knocked out all the screens on our windows with their football and randomly seeded the back yard with very large rocks (to kill the mower again, I assume). Oh yeah, they also made newspaper rafts to float, and […]

I’ve discovered my son’s secret rap star title: FlushMaster 2000. His title was earned about an hour ago when he wandered down to interrupt my breakfast. “Dad. Daa-aad.” “Yes?” “The toilet’s overflowing. My poop was too big.” Yes, from upstairs I can definitely hear the sound of water (and hopefully nothing else) hitting the tiles. […]

So, we had another exciting birthday celebration this Saturday. In honour of turning 38, I went to the dump, cut my finger open on a nice big rusty pile of crap (well, metal, but I’m pretty sure there was crap on it), did some basic plumbing repairs (unclogged a drain in the upstairs bathroom, put […]

Ugh. I turn 38 soon. My mother claims I am firmly entrenched in middle age. I may not be more mature, but I do notice the little differences. My hariline is making a slow but sure forced retreat from my face (although reinforcements are amassing on my chest and stomach. Fortunately, the back divisions do […]