I Can't Think of a Good Title
Boy I'm really going to be in trouble when I really can't think of a title down the road.
Well a week has passed, so it must be time for a new update. I know the problem is not that I have anything to write as I can always go on a rant for a few paragraphs, but laziness and time wasted playing World of Warcraft. At least I started fixing my blog template. Although now I am looking at my friend's new template for his blog, and eyeing it jealously.
So as my said my sister, her husband, and their kids came to visit and the usual hijinks ensued. My niece is 12 and already beginning her teenage phase. She's moody, quiet, stubborn, and she prefers to be by herself reading. I was the same at that age though where my favorite thing was to sit in my room and read endlessly. She also unfrotunately found out that I have the Sims 2, and she spends my valuable computer time endlessly making new characters. I'm not sure if she's actually made it to the game part yet.
My nephew is six, and the source of a lot of the stress. He is constantly butting heads with my parents who are really not used to kids, and don't realize normal kid behaviour when they see it. My parents have always been really strict at meal times, and it's a crime in my house to refuse food. Well my nephew is incredibly picky, and there has been a couple of meals where war has broken out with screaming, and crying. I get the definite impression that his parents take a much more relaxed approach to dinner where he never has to eat what he doesn't want. Luckily he hasn't done anything like the stories my sister has told me yet. He sprayed the hose inside of the house of friend's of theirs, and he cut up their sofa with scissors. I have to laugh because I don't think you can avoid that kind of stuff completely when you have kids, and most importantly they're not mine
However what is not funny to me is being woken up in the morning by a hyperactive child jumping on me when I have stayed up late the night before, and I am sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. Then he proceeded to go on a long discussion about how gorilla's lived in trees while I thought about the odds that a jury would find me not-guilty of murder because of extreme duress.
There's a bunch of other stuff about their visit, but I think I should be cautious in what I say.
I had another interesting experience this week. Late Wednesday night I was taking Shani home, and I drove through a large manmade construction pothole. There was a strange flapping sound for a little bit that I assumed was just from the mud flaps when it stopped. Further down on the Capilano the sound comes back louder, and I can feel something is wrong. I know that I should stop immediately but I'm on the freeway. So I slow down and pull into those emergency space that they have on the ends of most bridges. Sure enough the tire is flat, and worse the rim has a huge dent in it.
Shani was saying that we should call some roadside assistance thingy, but I am a man and I need no assistance on the road, or on the side of it either for that matter. Despite my bravado I proceeded cautiously as I have never actually changed a tire in emergency conditions, or with the particular tools that were available to me. I did manage to put the spare on relatively painlessly in the pouring rain, and we continued on with me feeling all proud and macho.
There's some other stuff going on, but I'll pace myself and try to post more frequently.
Well a week has passed, so it must be time for a new update. I know the problem is not that I have anything to write as I can always go on a rant for a few paragraphs, but laziness and time wasted playing World of Warcraft. At least I started fixing my blog template. Although now I am looking at my friend's new template for his blog, and eyeing it jealously.
So as my said my sister, her husband, and their kids came to visit and the usual hijinks ensued. My niece is 12 and already beginning her teenage phase. She's moody, quiet, stubborn, and she prefers to be by herself reading. I was the same at that age though where my favorite thing was to sit in my room and read endlessly. She also unfrotunately found out that I have the Sims 2, and she spends my valuable computer time endlessly making new characters. I'm not sure if she's actually made it to the game part yet.
My nephew is six, and the source of a lot of the stress. He is constantly butting heads with my parents who are really not used to kids, and don't realize normal kid behaviour when they see it. My parents have always been really strict at meal times, and it's a crime in my house to refuse food. Well my nephew is incredibly picky, and there has been a couple of meals where war has broken out with screaming, and crying. I get the definite impression that his parents take a much more relaxed approach to dinner where he never has to eat what he doesn't want. Luckily he hasn't done anything like the stories my sister has told me yet. He sprayed the hose inside of the house of friend's of theirs, and he cut up their sofa with scissors. I have to laugh because I don't think you can avoid that kind of stuff completely when you have kids, and most importantly they're not mine
However what is not funny to me is being woken up in the morning by a hyperactive child jumping on me when I have stayed up late the night before, and I am sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. Then he proceeded to go on a long discussion about how gorilla's lived in trees while I thought about the odds that a jury would find me not-guilty of murder because of extreme duress.
There's a bunch of other stuff about their visit, but I think I should be cautious in what I say.
I had another interesting experience this week. Late Wednesday night I was taking Shani home, and I drove through a large manmade construction pothole. There was a strange flapping sound for a little bit that I assumed was just from the mud flaps when it stopped. Further down on the Capilano the sound comes back louder, and I can feel something is wrong. I know that I should stop immediately but I'm on the freeway. So I slow down and pull into those emergency space that they have on the ends of most bridges. Sure enough the tire is flat, and worse the rim has a huge dent in it.
Shani was saying that we should call some roadside assistance thingy, but I am a man and I need no assistance on the road, or on the side of it either for that matter. Despite my bravado I proceeded cautiously as I have never actually changed a tire in emergency conditions, or with the particular tools that were available to me. I did manage to put the spare on relatively painlessly in the pouring rain, and we continued on with me feeling all proud and macho.
There's some other stuff going on, but I'll pace myself and try to post more frequently.
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