Horse Manure Park

It is time I update, in case some of you think I've fallen off the face of the earth.  I don't think that would be possible with gravity and all, but you never know. We enjoyed an extended weekend at the Bismarck Baumann's over Thanksgiving.  The weather wasn't the friendliest on the way to Bismarck.  The last 220 miles (give or take) looked like this, a snapshot Beth took with her phone: Interstate 94, somewhere between Fargo and Bismarck, ND. Yes, that is a car about 200 feet in front of us.  I was thankful that is wasn't snowing, just windy.  If it had been snowing even a moderate amount, the interstate would have been impossible to navigate.  It is no wonder why the highway patrol closes down the freeway when major winter storms hit. Luckily it was a fairly uneventful trip, except for Ava's usual carsickness.  She only puked once and it was successfully retrieved in the proper receptacle.  No problem, just a quick stop in Hawley to toss the parti

We enter another dreaded work weekend.  It's only 72 hours, but it feels like a week.  At least the two squirts were very good tonight.  Things aren't nearly as difficult when the little ones are well-behaved. Ava is smart enough to go to kindergarten.  She had her kindergarten "entrance exam" (or whatever it's called) on November 17th.  She did well in everything, but the examiner said she needed to work on her rhyming skills.  To put it another way, she can't "bust a rhyme," I guess.  This does not, however, mean she is going to be exposed to Eminem or Jay-Z or Pancake-L or Bubble-B or any other idiot rapper anytime soon.  Maybe she can't rhyme, but she knows the Beatles, Kiss and Bon Jovi.  She'll be okay. Oh what an interesting night at work last night.  I, of course, cannot say anything about what I experienced... but I can say I am blown away that certain stuff happens in this very community; stuff that is only supposed to happen

It is not unusual for us to wake up to animal noises, provided by an imaginative four year old.  So when I heard "hooting" at 7:30 this morning, it didn't surprise me.  I was not happy, however, because it was loud and I was afraid Ava would wake up her little brother. But in a few minutes she came bounding down the stairs and jumped on our bed and the "hooting" continued.  Let me emphasize, it was loud .  By now the dog was awake, so I decided to let her out and go investigate. Once I got outside this "hooting" was very loud.  It was undoubtedly an owl, something I'd never seen in the wild before, so I decided to look for him (yes, it sounds like something Phyllis would do!).  It did not take me long to find him.  I should say them .  Two great horned owls perched high in a tree just across the street from our house.  They were magnificent!  And huge!  And loud! I managed to get a very poor photo of them before they both took off with their

Gosh, a week has past without updating around here.  Busy with work and doing dad stuff.  Most of the time I feel like I don't have time for anything, yet I seem to get absolutely nothing done.  It can be kind of a bummer. At the end of the day when I'm tired and feel like a full day's work is under my belt, I find the only things I've managed to accomplish is getting the dishwasher emptied and preventing my son from taking a nose dive off one of the kitchen chairs.  That boy has hit his head and bloodied himself more times in the past two weeks than Ava has in her entire life.  Yes, boys are definitely different. Perhaps that's why I've not been blogging much.  My feeling is if I have time to blog, I have time to do something more productive... which I actually am right now.  I'm making bugle mix, although my wife doesn't know it.  Just one less thing that she has to do when she gets home, and the advantage of doing it when she's not here is I

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia:   another one of life's beautiful ironies.