Here’s Abby, really excited, cow-riding, Tractor-train girl. In Sumner today; we picked a pumpkin or two, petted some goats and bunnies, and generally had a good day on the farm.
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THE most grating sound in the world
Quick…what sounds like somebody shoveling snow inside your head at 3:30 in the morning?
Answer: Your two year old’s head, resting against your ear, grinding all the high spots off her baby teeth.
Oy vay!
Wiki and MickeyD
Wiki is an Anglicization of an Hawaiian term meaning “quick,” “fast,” or “to hasten”.
In the information age it has come to represent a data repository that can be edited by any number of users simultaneously (or nearly so) and fact checked and cross linked ad nauseam, in perpetuity, et cetera, ad hoc, untilthe cowscomehome.
bear with me here there is a payoff
Well Wikipedia is a project that has been undertaken by a pretty large community of writers to document everything they can.
Part of the etymology for the term wiki has become “the acronym for ‘what I know is'”.
Recently I became a member and about the time I hit submit I realized that I don’t really have much in the way of encyclopedic knowledge. I know a lot of movie quotes and I know Abby makes me mushy but try writing that up in a “neutral point of view”. Not bloody likely.
focus…focus
It was about this time, while questioning my self worth…about two seconds later…that I found the learning curve for creating pages on Wikipedia was a more expensive order than my drive-thru mentality was prepared to place. So, now I have finally made it back to the late-night window and placed a small order and you can see my first wiki right here.
bingo!
I linked it from the SQUID page which already mentioned his name and I added his middle name and then put in his birthday and place etc.
I would like a picture to add but I don’t really want to use the one found here and here. Is there a better picture I could use or is this one sufficient? I also will need some advice on details for re-writing the article in encyclopedia-speak rather than obituary-speak as we find on those previous pages. Or someone with the details can write it themselves…cause it’s a wiki!
There’s a Fiesta in my oven
Lessons in pizza making.
Immutable Lesson #1 – Natural Gas is flammable and explosive
Immutable Lesson #2 – Even two year old girls have more common sense than two adult males.
My gas range/oven combo recently stopped working; the oven flame wouldn’t light, I couldn’t eat dinner and we smelled gas. Being less adventurous on my own I called BopOp to bolster my courage. After a bit of brief phone-detective he said “Maybe I should just come over?” I said ‘Yes’, already feeling the magic.
Forty minutes, one drill, eight wrenches, two flashlights, one green dental mirror, one black fluffy feather, and a ten gallon hat full of confidence later the oven is somewhat apart and attention is focused on the offending natural gas nozzle.
Abby: (Resolutely referring to her dental mirror on the floor)That is for in your mouth not under the oven.
All: (Distractedly) We know honey. Thanks for letting us borrow it
Abby: Its for in your mouth. Can I have it back please?
With the lower drawer extracted so we could get at the important bits BopOp is on the floor on his side with the black fluffy feather purposefully perched over the nozzle to indicate flow when the nozzle is asked to perform. The rub is that the nozzle isn’t asked to perform by the overly complex circuitry until such time as the small electrical element located very near to the nozzle reaches the appropriate operating temperature somewhere around 1200° F
At this point Angela is in the adjoining room on my laptop looking at new ovens.
Angela: We can get a cheap one for $250!
Abby: (of Angela) Mommy? Can I have my mirror back now? It is on the floor.
Despite the fact that we brimming with Zimmerman and our confidence is riding a wave of success BopOp and I are acutely aware of the power inherent in the combination of natural gas and extreme localized temperatures so we are taking every precaution. For instance, I took it upon myself to make sure the door was mostly closed while I observed at close range the performance of said nozzle and I took the important step to ensure my finger was poised adroitly over the Set/Cancel button should the unlikely need arise. And I mean he has a feather for chrissakes. ‘Safety First’.
Abby: (still from the other room) Daddy!? Can I have my mirror back now? Don’t step on it cause it’s on the floor.
Just then, element glowing proudly, my finger poised skillfully, Abby’s black fluffy feather positioned neatly by BopOp incapable of retreat, the nozzle which previously had responded to no small amount of cajoling by the cowboys in ten gallon hats sprang to life with a menacing and unsociable “BbBbBbBbggggggggggPOW!”
‘Gas? Welcome to the party. Allow me to introduce you to Twelvehundred Degrees and his best friend Oxygen.’
BopOp: Whoaaa! <incoherent> TURNITOFF! TURNITOFF!
Quick as a catnap I deactivated the source of the yellow flame prancing it’s way around Angela’s oven. Quicker than that Abby, toddler extraordinaire and momentarily abandoning her unrequited longing for the forlorn green dental mirror, calmly and skillfully closed the door/firebreak to the adjoining room saying to Angela:
Abby: That was polite. That’s OK right?
The result?
One charred black feather
At least One hairless finger (BopOp)
One green dental mirror returned
One fixed oven, not the worse for it’s hotflash and
Immutable lesson #3: One smallish and disagreeable MexiFiesta Taco-Pizza is certainly not worth the wrestle.
My Fair Peanut
I don’t know if she holds it against her personal photographer or perhaps her publicist for this scathing comparison but it is just uncanny.
The Answer?
Google knows.
- Type an address, Google recognizes it giving you a map.
- Type a mathematical expression, Google recognizes it giving you the answer.
- Type What is the answer to life, the universe, and everything in a Google search page and find out for yourself.
…but can Google reveal the meaning of life? It seems so.
What is it with girls and ponies?
I know this is October now, and this picture is from late July, and it’s blurry, and you can’t see the horsie’s face. But doesn’t Abby just look like she knows what she is doing up there?
Who taught her that?
Grease given 4 stars by toddler
Abby was introduced to the movie Grease tonight. She loves musicals.
Talking about Sandy (the goody two-shoes Australian played by Olivia Newton-John), she blinked innocently that:
“She’s a good girl for writing notes.”
(muffled laughter on our part and then, as if to clarify)
“And she made that mean girl go out her bedroom.”
All I needed to hear
Last night Angela and I had a night off. Abby went to Gramma Nana’s house eyes wide and full of energy while we went to a movie and then a party. The movie, Flightplan, had a 6 year old character in it that made me want to call Abby, I don’t mind saying it made me miss her. So when we arrived at the party I grabbed a phone and called Nana’s.
“Can I talk to Abby?”
“Sure.”
<pause>
<noise like a phone in the dryer>
“HIIIIII!” (no patented Lenhart singsong lilt to this one)
“Hi honey, are you having fun?” (a reasonable question considering her vigorous hello)
“Yeah, and we’re getting ready for bed and so YOU CAN’T COME!”
“Don’t worry honey, I won’t come over.”
“Okay. you can’t come. b-bye.”
Not even three but that was all I needed to hear.
Squnchy?
I like the term squnchy for this picture. She popped the pose in an instant and I was only lucky to have focus.
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