Anxiety Eases (28-10-2013)

It IS good.

Last night I had that weird mix of impending doom and mild anxiety that comes when you realize that the weekend is over. Work starts Monday and who knows what that will bring? And then I remembered. Monday is just as good as Saturday or Sunday. Sure, we have a bit of a deadline as far as getting to school for the final bell,  but The Dunc gets up at the same time regardless of weekday or weekend, so what did it matter?

And then I poured another glass of wine to round out the evening.

Dealing With Guilt (23-10-2013)

It's Wednesday. The livin' is easy. A is still home. I haven't had to pack their snacks myself yet.

I feel this odd sense of guilt. Like I'm getting away with something I shouldn't. It's a bit like taking a sick day when there isn't really anything wrong with you. That kind of guilt. Maybe we don't all experience it. Could be my Catholic upbringing I guess.

Wondering Where The Lions Are (21-10-2013)

Sun's up, uh huh, looks OK.

The new job started today. D and I took the girls to school.  A is still home this week. I do not have the picture of her running to catch up to us with C's backpack and Z's swimming bag. Whatever. First day. 

After the drop D and I wandered by Cherry Bomb for a cortado and some contemplation. We came up blank. So we meandered home, hung about for a bit, sucked back a couple of nipples worth of milk and hit the sack.

The guys are still doing our siding and it was pretty loud. They were banging away on the outside wall of D's room. So I thought it would be a better nap for all involved if we both sacked out in the big bed together.

Tough morning.

Impending...I don't know what (20-10-2013)

Sunday night. Unlike every other Sunday night for the past 8 years, I'm not thinking about work tomorrow. Because there isn't any now. Traditional work I mean. I finished that up Friday. Tomorrow D and I take the girls to school and then...uhhh... well I guess maybe we'll swing by Cherry Bomb and consider our options.

Sweet Happiness

Continuing in the foodie vein, if you can't find happiness in a bowl of baked sweet potatoes, where the hell are you supposed to get it?And then I remembered reading this pancake blog where the guy made fabulous artsy pancakes for his kids. Some of it was pretty impressive, and it turns out the basic ones are within the realm of my own limited cookery skills. So here's some made up happiness that I do a variation on pretty much every weekend for C and Z.And while I am far from the bestest cook in the whole land, I make 'em from scratch now and I guarantee they don't taste like

The Return - and some yummy soup

So it has been over a year now. I think the last post was shortly before the implementation of new filters on the internets at work. Hmmm. No more online frivolity from the desk. It has taken me this long to find time to do it from home.

When we last spoke, Steph had tried to eat some alien eggs. She's gone to France now. Maybe they have cleaner food there. They certainly don't have cleaner people. Moving on...

Here's another culinary tidbit for The Return: Cock flavoured soup. Yep. You hear correctly. I didn't read the ingredients, but somehow I suspect it is artificial flavour. I almost hope it is. But it begs the question: how does one simulate the flavour of dick?I know, I know, the brand originates elsewhere, regional dialects, yada yada yada. The fact remains, I'm not eating cock flavoured soup whether the flavour is real or not.

Steph's Alien Spinach Eggs

Stephalump eats a lot of really healthy food and not much else. This includes wacky things like raw spinach which, is quite good for you. Or so I'm told. The other day she was chewing away on some of said raw spinach when she came across these little egg things that were obviously laid by aliens. Here are the egg things. Those indentations would match the shape of Steph's lower teeth if you were so inclined. I'm not sure how she knew they were there. Maybe she saw them as she took a bite, maybe there was an extra squish of juiciness, who knows?
The wonderful thing about having access to a lab at work is that you can use the microscopes to get cool close ups of all kinds of things such as slivers, small cuts, hair follicles, alien eggs, etc. So here are some close ups of the things. One of them would make a cool desktop picture (feel free). The last one is mushy looking as I popped some of the eggers with a pick. These are obviously stills, but you can imagine seeing the little alien babies squirming about in there. Alright, I made that part up. But still...