An interesting story to share about relationships...
A couple of weeks ago we were having people over for dinner. We decided to make baked fish and au gratin potatoes. But then we realized that the fish would need to bake at 325 for 45 minutes and the potatoes would need 400 degrees for an hour, and that wouldn't work! So, we decided to commandeer the neighbor's oven.
Trebron then went over to the neighbor's house and rang the doorbell. When Kcuhc answered the door Trebron said, "Kcuhc, I need your oven. So, are you going to take Mik out for dinner tonight, or am I going to mop the floor wich ya!?! Here's 5 bucks. Go to McDonald's and get somethin' nice!"
Well, it didn't work out so well. Kcuhc threw Trebron out of the house, threatened to call the police, and they haven't spoken to us since.
Hmmm....
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Adventure with Tadpoles
Last weekend we decided it would be fun to collect some tadpoles from a local stream, put them in a tank, and watch them morph into frogs. We'd then release them back into the wild.
So, we went to a pond, found some swimming creatures that sort of looked like tadpoles (even though they were acting kind of weird) and brought them home in a jar. We spent hours lovingly preparing a tank and the perfect environment, and then carefully adjusted them to the temperature and pH of the new water. Finally, our new charges were swimming happily around in their new tank.
All through this experience, Xam kept voicing his doubts. "Those aren't tadpoles!" he'd say. "They're mosquito larvae!" Sirk and Kire scratched their heads, but continued to believe that they were tadpoles.
Well the next day, they would not eat the tadpole food, so Sirk decided to do an internet search on mosquito larvae. Wouldn't you know - Xam was right.
So, we fed them to the fish...
So, we went to a pond, found some swimming creatures that sort of looked like tadpoles (even though they were acting kind of weird) and brought them home in a jar. We spent hours lovingly preparing a tank and the perfect environment, and then carefully adjusted them to the temperature and pH of the new water. Finally, our new charges were swimming happily around in their new tank.
All through this experience, Xam kept voicing his doubts. "Those aren't tadpoles!" he'd say. "They're mosquito larvae!" Sirk and Kire scratched their heads, but continued to believe that they were tadpoles.
Well the next day, they would not eat the tadpole food, so Sirk decided to do an internet search on mosquito larvae. Wouldn't you know - Xam was right.
So, we fed them to the fish...
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
CocoBean and Yogi Play Chess
I crocheted some teddy bears over the holidays. The other day they were playing chess. Kire took some great pictures.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Xam and the Awful Waffle
Early that morning Xam rose from his lair,
His eyes still half closed, a big mess in his hair,
His nose picked up a scent hanging in the air,
And he stumbled down the stairs and slipped into his chair.
His nose all a twitch, his mouth turned to a frown,
For this thing on his plate, he could not find a noun,
A waffle, so awful, so lumpy and brown,
He struggled and fretted - how will I get this down!
He screwed up his courage, he mustered his might,
If he could turn off his tastebuds, this would be an easy fight!
Then into his mouth, he put a piece of this blight,
And as he chewed and he swallowed, he realized it was alright!
That waffle was not so awful after all...
His eyes still half closed, a big mess in his hair,
His nose picked up a scent hanging in the air,
And he stumbled down the stairs and slipped into his chair.
His nose all a twitch, his mouth turned to a frown,
For this thing on his plate, he could not find a noun,
A waffle, so awful, so lumpy and brown,
He struggled and fretted - how will I get this down!
He screwed up his courage, he mustered his might,
If he could turn off his tastebuds, this would be an easy fight!
Then into his mouth, he put a piece of this blight,
And as he chewed and he swallowed, he realized it was alright!
That waffle was not so awful after all...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sue and the Bamboo - A limerick
Thanks to all our fans for the great response to our haiku "Snunkie and the Bamboo" (see far below)! In response to your "requests," here's another one...
Sue and the Bamboo - a limerick
There once was a ladybug named Sue,
Who lived on the H-Family bamboo.
She was trapped on a stalk,
And wrote "I'M BORED" in chalk,
And each day her boredom, it grew.
She sat there day after day.
And each time she tried to fly away,
One of the crew,
Would find where she flew,
And return her to that damn bamboo.
She sat there on that plant of death,
Feeling her life fade with each breath.
Her wings would soon fail,
She felt like she was in jail!
Soon she'll be dead in the gravel with the snail.
The End.
Sue and the Bamboo - a limerick
Who lived on the H-Family bamboo.
She was trapped on a stalk,
And wrote "I'M BORED" in chalk,
And each day her boredom, it grew.
She sat there day after day.
And each time she tried to fly away,
One of the crew,
Would find where she flew,
And return her to that damn bamboo.
She sat there on that plant of death,
Feeling her life fade with each breath.
Her wings would soon fail,
She felt like she was in jail!
Soon she'll be dead in the gravel with the snail.
The End.
Dr. Doomy-Doom strikes again!
Last spring, Sirk was cleaning windows and put her finger through the sill and drywall of one of the bedroom windows. After conducting a thorough investigation and ruling out Sirk's super-human strength, we determined that we had been victims of Dr. Doomy-Doom's dasterdly window rotting machine. So, Mr. Fix-It (aka Trebron) set to the task of replacing all 18 windows in the house. He decided to start with the most rotten window - which was also the highest.
He was well-prepared on the day he began his new adventure. He had conducted copious research, purchased the windows, watched numerous online instructional videos, and gathered, purchased, and rented all the necessary tools. Unfortunately, there was one situation he could not possibly have prepared himself for - the evil, corruptive nature of Dr. Doomy-Doom himself!
On that day, Trebron was up on the scaffolding working away when Dr. Doomy-Doom launched his Stinker-Pigger 1000 at him. It zoomed past, dangerouly close to the scaffolding nearly sending Trebron plunging to his death (or at least to a nasty headache). In its wake, the Stinker-Pigger 1000 left a noxious cloud of stink-gas that surrounded the entire 2nd floor of the house. The gas must have been chemically-constructed to cling to the house as the smell did not dissipate - thus preventing Trebron from continuing the job.
A big thanks to Nosilla and Mij for their dramatic recreation of the event as we unfortunately were not able to capture it on film.
After several frustrating days of trying to work around the stink, we decided to hire someone to finish replacing the windows on the 2nd floor. The smell wasn't too bad at ground level, so Trebron decided he could do the 1st floor himself.
So, we set to the task of hiring a window installer who had no sense of smell. This proved to be more difficult that we anticipated due to the restrictions imposed by the American with Disabilities Act which prevented us from asking anyone directly about his disabilities. Then, one day a window installer named Mot showed up at the house wearing so much cologne our eyes were watering and we were struggling to breath. After he left and we had recovered enough to speak, we said, "He's our MAN!"
In the end, all's well that ends well. Within a few months, our new windows were installed without further incident. With the tragedy now behind us, we look back on the event with fond memories. They say you tend not to remember intense pain and this also seem true of bad smells.
He was well-prepared on the day he began his new adventure. He had conducted copious research, purchased the windows, watched numerous online instructional videos, and gathered, purchased, and rented all the necessary tools. Unfortunately, there was one situation he could not possibly have prepared himself for - the evil, corruptive nature of Dr. Doomy-Doom himself!
On that day, Trebron was up on the scaffolding working away when Dr. Doomy-Doom launched his Stinker-Pigger 1000 at him. It zoomed past, dangerouly close to the scaffolding nearly sending Trebron plunging to his death (or at least to a nasty headache). In its wake, the Stinker-Pigger 1000 left a noxious cloud of stink-gas that surrounded the entire 2nd floor of the house. The gas must have been chemically-constructed to cling to the house as the smell did not dissipate - thus preventing Trebron from continuing the job.
A big thanks to Nosilla and Mij for their dramatic recreation of the event as we unfortunately were not able to capture it on film.
After several frustrating days of trying to work around the stink, we decided to hire someone to finish replacing the windows on the 2nd floor. The smell wasn't too bad at ground level, so Trebron decided he could do the 1st floor himself.
So, we set to the task of hiring a window installer who had no sense of smell. This proved to be more difficult that we anticipated due to the restrictions imposed by the American with Disabilities Act which prevented us from asking anyone directly about his disabilities. Then, one day a window installer named Mot showed up at the house wearing so much cologne our eyes were watering and we were struggling to breath. After he left and we had recovered enough to speak, we said, "He's our MAN!"
In the end, all's well that ends well. Within a few months, our new windows were installed without further incident. With the tragedy now behind us, we look back on the event with fond memories. They say you tend not to remember intense pain and this also seem true of bad smells.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Teaching science in school a good thing?
I'm all for emphasizing the teaching of science in our schools to help build a nation of competitive people, but sometimes, things can go too far. A recent event has made me wonder just what they are teaching my kids!
There's a weird bump growing on Rekoop's head...
Hmmm.....
Xam recently completed a science unit at school on genetic engineering. A few weeks later, I noticed a disturbing trend - bumps. Bumps on everything.
The pumpkins growing in our garden suddenly had bumps...
There's a weird bump growing on Rekoop's head...
When I dug up my Russian Banana potatoes, they looked more like mutated, atomic structures...
And now, there's a bump on the bottom of Xam's foot.
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