Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Gift Opening and then some
We've all had some good laughs on Christmas morning when the kids are really excited to open their gifts.
I laughed so hard when I first saw this video, that I had to post it in here. This one might take the cake for best response to one of Santa's gifts.
I laughed so hard when I first saw this video, that I had to post it in here. This one might take the cake for best response to one of Santa's gifts.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Charles Fromage
My wife has come up with a great new saying (or maybe someone else did and she’s just pawning it off as her own!). Seeing that we do not have a very exciting social life with our three little ones, she asks if we should go to Charles Fromage for an evening of hoity toity high class dining. I must admit, it sounds a lot better than telling people we’re heading to Chucky Cheese.
I wish I had begun the collection earlier. For those of you who have ever been to Chucky Cheese, you will know that they have a little vehicle where the kids can sit next to the Chuckster himself and get their picture taken with him. Had we kept them all over the years, I bet we would have around 73 pictures of Parker and the Chucky. I don’t know what it is, but the kid loves it!
We could make one of those animation booklets by flipping the pictures one after the other and I would bet the only change you would see is the clothes Parker is wearing. Identical pose in every single picture!
I wish I had begun the collection earlier. For those of you who have ever been to Chucky Cheese, you will know that they have a little vehicle where the kids can sit next to the Chuckster himself and get their picture taken with him. Had we kept them all over the years, I bet we would have around 73 pictures of Parker and the Chucky. I don’t know what it is, but the kid loves it!
We could make one of those animation booklets by flipping the pictures one after the other and I would bet the only change you would see is the clothes Parker is wearing. Identical pose in every single picture!
The Procrastinating Painter
My dear wife and our three children took the Spring break week and headed to the left coast to visit our niece and nephew. I was left with very specific instructions while they were gone. Paint the house.
Now, some of you may recall a column I did some months back when I let you know that I had been sandbagged into painting just “one” wall in our house. I realized in horror once I had completed that one wall that many more walls were to come. And here it was.
From Tuesday to Friday, during our daily phone conversation, my wife kept asking me how the painting was going and how it was looking. From the Tuesday on, I kept telling her how hard I was working and it looked terrific.
As you are reading this now, so is my wife. I started painting around 8pm Friday night. There it is… the truth is out.
Mid-day Friday, I started to debate my options. Would she believe that I painted it all, didn’t like the colours, so I painted it back to the original colours? Most likely not. I even thought about hiring a painting crew but time was against me.
My procrastinating and daily lies had condensed my painting window to less than three days. Toss in a St. Albert Trade Show where Saint City News had a booth and it made for a busy weekend. I believe I painted for roughly 24 hours during that 3 day period. I have discovered muscles I did not know were there.
I think I could have done it in 20 hours were it not for two things. One being that silly, stupid green painter’s tape. There is a reason they claim it comes off easy. It doesn’t stick in the first place. As for the tape that did stick where it was supposed to, my cute little puppy Georgia was kind enough to rip off.
As I cleaned the last brush and put away the paint cans, in walked my family from their trip.
“Wow!” my wife exclaimed. I was beaming with procrastinator’s pride.
She then stood staring at the NINE walls I had painted and mumbled the most dreaded words that painting husbands fear “So…what do you think of the colour?”
Now, some of you may recall a column I did some months back when I let you know that I had been sandbagged into painting just “one” wall in our house. I realized in horror once I had completed that one wall that many more walls were to come. And here it was.
From Tuesday to Friday, during our daily phone conversation, my wife kept asking me how the painting was going and how it was looking. From the Tuesday on, I kept telling her how hard I was working and it looked terrific.
As you are reading this now, so is my wife. I started painting around 8pm Friday night. There it is… the truth is out.
Mid-day Friday, I started to debate my options. Would she believe that I painted it all, didn’t like the colours, so I painted it back to the original colours? Most likely not. I even thought about hiring a painting crew but time was against me.
My procrastinating and daily lies had condensed my painting window to less than three days. Toss in a St. Albert Trade Show where Saint City News had a booth and it made for a busy weekend. I believe I painted for roughly 24 hours during that 3 day period. I have discovered muscles I did not know were there.
I think I could have done it in 20 hours were it not for two things. One being that silly, stupid green painter’s tape. There is a reason they claim it comes off easy. It doesn’t stick in the first place. As for the tape that did stick where it was supposed to, my cute little puppy Georgia was kind enough to rip off.
As I cleaned the last brush and put away the paint cans, in walked my family from their trip.
“Wow!” my wife exclaimed. I was beaming with procrastinator’s pride.
She then stood staring at the NINE walls I had painted and mumbled the most dreaded words that painting husbands fear “So…what do you think of the colour?”
