Weapons of Messy Disaster

Not much happening lately. I did decide to tackle the moisture problem in the crawlspace. I went down the other day to asses the situation and see what I actually needed to remedy the problem. I looked around with my flashlight and I noticed that a heat pipe running along the floor joists had come undone. One end was sticking straight out in its perpendictuality, while the other connecting piece was laying face first in the dirt like a defeated opponent. On closer inspection I came to realize that this was the exhaust pipe from the dryer. Bad news!!! This was not helping my moisture problem at all. All I could figure that my cable "provider"( and I still use this term as loose as loose can go) knocked it off while he was running the cable line downstairs. The real horror to this is that this was installed about about 5-6 months ago. If this is the case then we have been dumping hot humid air into the basement all this time. This is definitely not helping. The only time I don't think about this is when I am crawling under the crawlspace. Man-eating rats are all I care about down here on my belly.

Tony and I had lunch the other day. Steph was heading to the dentist, so I take these opportunities to catch up with the day-to-day activities I usually miss. If this happens to Steph day-to-day, She has my full compassion and understanding. I heated up my boy his favorite, sweet potatoes, and sat down in front of the high chair and began our little outing together. I knew he was hungry, so I didn't put his tray on the chair. I just started shoving sweet potatoes into that sweet little mouth(now I know how birds do it with their younguns', I just don't regurgitate). 3 bites in and Tony decided to kick the jar with his boots out of my hand and all over the kitchen. It looked like a sweet potato explosion happened.
I'm trying to clean it up while dealing with the dog who has discovered that he likes sweet potatoes too. I keep trying to push him away( not that I wouldn't appreciate a little tongue sweeping over a paper towel sweeping, I just don't want this to disagree with him and have to clean it up again somewhere else;kabish!) to no avail. So I finally let him concentrate on my jeans while I used 1/2 a roll of paper towels.

The real "kicker" to this story is that after I cleaned the mess off of the tile and cabinets(I don't know if you have ever seen a sweet potato explosion, but it is massive) I noticed that the bottom rail of his chair was covered. While I was down cleaning, Little Tony out of full frustration started kicking his little feet everywhere landing a clear direct hit on my right temple. It made me see stars. I mean he could climb Mount Everest in those little Madagascar boots.

A new taste of chocolate

Our new addition to our clan has arrived. His name is Samson(Sam,of course,for short), and he is a beautiful Chocolate Lab puppy. Every boy must have a dog, so this is really for Liam. But I think the puppy and Steph have formed a bond. It's good for all.

Tony has yet to figure out what this strange creature is all about. It's about the same size as him when he is crawling about, so I guess they see each other as adversaries. Sam doesn't play with his toys, he plays with Tony's. Tony doesn't play with his, he plays with Sam's. You get the picture.

This morning they were both intent on Sam's rubber chew ring. Tony would go off crawling with it and Sam would follow and take it out of his hand. Tony wouldn't cry, he would just follow Sam, wait for his moment, and take it back. Little Tony doesn't take crap from anyone. This went on for about ten minutes. Hey for Sam that's a long time(in dog years).

Just went to check on Sam and he is asleep by the door with his chin on my boot. I think it's safe to say we've bonded as well.

The left directional

Companies that are ready to go belly-up should consider getting rid of things that people never use on their products. Let's consider General Motors. I can think of something that they put in everyone of their vehicles that no-one ever uses. The directional. Why is it that nearly 99% of drivers(excluding truck drivers) refuse to use this wonderful device to let others know what they are going to do with their metal weapons. Why not just take this out of the vehicles and we can save the consumer some, and maybe help out some of these suffering car manufacturers.


But wait!!!!! We do need these devices. Next time you are getting onto the highway off an entrance ramp, watch how many people use their left blinkers. They could be weaving in and out of traffic and cutting everyone off in their own little world, but as soon as they enter the highway they let us all know what their plan is going to be. HELLO! THERE IS ONLY ONE DIRECTION TO GET ON THE HIGHWAY AND ALL US OTHER DRIVERS REALIZE THAT YOU ARE GOING TO BE ENTERING. WHERE ELSE COULD YOU POSSIBLY GO??????


This has to be the most idiotic thing I have ever seen. The only times these morons show any kind of responsibility is when they enter the highway.

At the very least, all the car manufacturers have to put in is a left directional.