Normally, I’m not the gloating type. You’ll never see me pulling a Sharpie or cell phone out of a concealed location following a rousing play in a pick-up game, though I have entertained the idea of changing my name to “Palidogringo.” But I have to celebrate my recent quasi-victory over my cable company, despite the fact that it took two months and five phone calls. read more…
We’re getting closer to Zane’s arrival, so we’ve reached that consternating point all new parents face: putting together some of the bigger critter containment devices you got in showers. I decided to document our journey to assemble one such contraption—a baby “jumper,” which is basically no more than a plastic seat, various hygienic baby distractions, and a few rubber bands.
It’s all so very easy, as you can see to the left. Seriously, you open the box, and this mess all kind of vomits out at one time, which may be apropos. That said, it doesn’t inspire one to pick up tools and get to constructin’. But with enough Elmer’s glue and duct tape, one can do anything, I’ve learned, so we girded ourselves and set to work. read more…
I’m not a particularly big fan of the cold, which helps explain why I don’t live in Minnesota (here’s another reason). Moreover, when someone says “ice sculptures” to me, I immediately think “Another wedding?!” and start planning how to fake my death and close my bank account.
But this Thanksgiving, the family (and I, tsk) enjoyed some time at the Grinch-themed ICE! exhibit at the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine, and it was downright enjoyable—cold, but enjoyable. read more…
