17 Sunday Feb 2013
Posted in My Blag is on the Interwebs
So, other than my usual volumes of booby-googlers, my blog has been fairly dead for the last couple of months. Some of my posts have gotten zero comments. Most get way less than they used to.
So I figure I must be getting boring.
If anyone is still stopping by here, what would you like to hear about?
28 Wednesday Mar 2012
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Hi folks!
Thanks for waiting. I know you’ve spent the last week wondering “Was it the dog or the baby??”
The answers you have been longing for are finally here.
Exhibit A - stain on the carpet: Dog, or Baby?
Survey says: BABY!
The Truth: BABY!
Man, I thought I’d get you guys for sure with this one. Surely brown stain on carpet = dog? But you were too clever for me! Yes, Owl did this. He managed to get his hands on a bottle of liquid Claritin and dump it all over the carpet. We THOUGHT we cleaned it up well, but I guess there must be some residual stickiness, because it has become increasingly more brown as time has gone on as it slowly gathers dirt from the detritus of our lives…
Exhibit B - chewed-up Baby Bels - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: DOG!
The Truth: BABY!
That’s right. Owl chewed through the plastic mesh, through the wrappers, through the wax, and destroyed half of our Babybels before we even arrived home from the grocery store.
Exhibit C - Decapitated cup - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: Baby, but by a nose – the split was pretty close to 50/50.
The Truth: DOG!
Apparently it was left on the floor, with milk still in it… Beloved Dog must have thought this was a new puzzle… It’s a shame, too, because Owl picked this cup out himself at the store. Ah well…
Exhibit D - Damaged sofa - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: DOG!
The Truth: BABY!
Owl not only took a small hole in the cushion fibres and picked it into several large and gaping holes, but he now pulls the fluff out of them whenever he gets a chance. THIS IS WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS.
Exhibit E - Shredded L.M. Montgomery - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: BABY!
The Truth: DOG!
Beloved Dog wrecked this book in his youth, when he was two years old or so. Before we got the cat, leaving him with enough to do when I went to work every day was a challenge. This was the victim of a day when he did not have enough to do. So I got him a cat. He hasn’t chewed a book since…
Exhibit F - dented cheddar - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: BABY!
The Truth: BABY!
The dentition pattern gives this one away, I know, but I had to include it, because it happened in the SAME grocery run as the Babybel fiasco (notice the Babybels in the background). In fact, it happened WHILE I was putting the Babybels out of reach…
Exhibit G - shredded Kleenex - Dog, or Baby?
Survey Says: BABY!
The Truth: BOTH!
This one was a bit of a cheat, because it was really a toss-up. The Kleenex in this particular photograph was shredded by Owl, but actually Beloved Dog is just as frequently guilty of this exact same crime, even with the addition of the cat to the household. There’s just something fun to rip about Kleenex, I guess.
21 Wednesday Mar 2012
I’m going to present you with a series of photos of things that have been damaged or destroyed. Some were perpetrated by the dog. Others were perpetrated by the baby. Which is which?
01 Tuesday Nov 2011
Posted in I'm Sure This Happens To Everyone..., Life and Love, Polls
Owl is sick again – for the last two nights we have gotten ZERO sleep because he has coughed himself awake EVERY 15 MINUTES almost all-frigging night long.
I couldn’t take him to daycare with this cough til I got it checked out by a doctor and made sure it wasn’t the Black Death. But it was bad timing we had a big surgery booked for the morning and the boss’s daughter was moving so she wasn’t supposed to come in until later. Not to mention that it would be nightmarish to leave her trying to assist a major surgery while phones rang, orders arrived, and people came in to buy food and get prescription refills.
PH is in an important phase at work, training his employees to do his job before he is shifted to another office, so he couldn’t miss work.
So I was faced with the options of:
a) Calling in “sick” and leaving everyone in the lurch.
b) Hauling Owl in with me, admitting the surgery patient, and then manning the phones while the surgery went on.
I chose B.
Question 1:
When Mean Vet blew in ten minutes late, what do you think happened:
Question 2:
What do you think I/he should have done?
06 Friday May 2011
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09 Wednesday Mar 2011
Posted in My Blag is on the Interwebs, Polls
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28 Sunday Jun 2009
Posted in Polls, The House Saga
Okay, so, now we’re planning on making an offer on another unit in the complex. This one has sat on the market for a year, probably because their tenants understandably make no effort to pretty the place up when you come to view the home, plus there is a hole in the wall and the lino in the kitchen looks like it comes from the days of the pyramids (those egyptians were famous for their advanced working in vinyl).
We figure that if we make a low offer, plus 10,000 which the seller is to return to us upon the mortgage going through (kind of a cash-back arrangement), we will be able to use that extra money to renovate a bit. Put in some laminate flooring, new linoleum, paint, replace the washer/dryer and so on.
Let’s hope THIS place doesn’t get popular too. At least it has a yard. It’s a bizarre, five feet above the ground outside kind of a yard, and slanty, but it’s a yard.
