All Things Good Is A Pittman Girl

(from October 2nd)

What a way to start off October, and to start off our ad campaigning for the new biz. With a busted axel, in the middle of nowhere at 11PM with two kids in the back of the van. Luckily the vagrant who lives behind Hahn's Dairy Farm kept us creepy company til our insurance could send us a tow truck and our guardian angel Ashley Pittman left her date to rescue us and save us a $400 taxi fare.

Peace indeed Ashley. And also with you.

Ballerina Spares Tragedy

So I'm trying to remember back to highlights from the past few months to write about... I remember there was a day where I bought this sweet lawnmower...

$25. Can't beat it. I was pretty stoked. That is until 2 minutes later when thee sliding door to the van decided to break in the parking lot...

Yeah. That was less exciting. Had to take the door off the hinges and hope no one opened it.... you've all heard the story by now so I'll spare you the rerun.

Then a few moments later in another parking lot where my mother ran in to buy flowers I busted open the window trying to open the other door. That was a hoot alright. Good times. Good times.

Oh yeah. And Yuula had her dance recital. She was amazing. I cried. And there are the flowers my mother bought.

And we made my father sit in broken glass. :)

All Emergent

The day started off fairly intense, with a little 911 action on my behalf for the little lady in our life. Long story short, she's fine, 100%, but has some serious work to do to get rid of some thick flem that had her all choked up right out of bed this morning. A Cold. The End.

But then we got this little project moving. I think it may actually happen this time.

Aesop is not as convinced

Then I ended the day dropping my delicious dinner. I did not call 911.

Red Baron Down

A little piece of my childhood died today

Cardigans Survive Hibernation

Broke out the cardigans today and lost another button.

Time for a sew up or time for new cardigans?

Sentence Of Sorts In Kongsvinger

I don't know why this was a strange day, but it was. Maybe it's because our breakfast never made it out of the frying pan, Maybe I inhaled too much sequins at the dance studio. But I did nothing today. Took the day off, professionally, personally, spiritually? I didn't eat lunch, unless you count that bag of Reese's Pieces. I listened to some music, edited some videos, dumped them on here (see below), and spent an hour or so on the phone with a dude who was 40% Spicolli and 60% Dude Lebowski trying to get our bedroom television fixed because it takes 15 minutes to turn the power on all of the sudden and i don't have time to pretend like I don't have time for that. We have to take it down off the wall and bring it into Scranton, which sucks, but Indian buffet... enough said. It'll be free (the TV, not the Indian buffet) because our model is part of some manufacturers recall with the capacitors or something... see? weird day. Once I willed the TV back on I watched most of the Alabama/A&M game. Why is it so easy to hate that little Manziel guy? I dread him coming to the NFL. I feel like we'll have another obnoxious Tebow situation. We just got rid of him. Now this dude. Miss Victoria, Yuula's dance teacher told us they may be tired today, that they're always tired after their first class. I didn't think anything of it, til Yuula took a four hour power nap. I almost didn't notice, just thought she was playing quietly. I look forward to my now accidental Saturday routine tho. Of doing nothing. 

It's freezing cold out.

I read some obituaries.

I colored the junk mail.

I was accused of being a failed porn actor. 

I let Judee sit on the couch with me during dinner.

Yuula threw all our sheets and pillows on the floor.

That's actually not weird, but a daily occurrence. 

Laura stole a dude's wallet and was almost arrested.

I put parmesan cheese on my macaroni and cheese.

See?

Weird.

Twice The Effort, Still One Gift

We got Yuula a power wheel for her birthday. I spent an hour or so this morning assembling it. Then I realized the plate behind the gas pedal was broken. I chose not to be pissed. I just called the store, packed it back up and went in for the most complicated exchange routine ever performed. 

Got back home for lunch and began assembling an entirely new version of the same vehicle, for the second time, in the driveway, in the rain, exactly where I was five hours earlier. She better take me for a ride around the block first.

Mommy Threw A Baseball Thru The Window

the tattler

A Swift Kick To Our Collective Congested Chests

On New Year's Eve Yuula woke up from her nap with a fever of 103.2°. I took her to her into our bedroom     and turned on the Twilight Zone marathon. It was the one where the guy sees himself kill his wife on the television and the he does it. Then I started to feel achy. Laura was on her way home from year-ending home goodsing and I'm sure looking forward to a fun evening of confetti and countdowns. Little did she know what wait for her.

At this point my temperature was only about 101.7° but I sure did feel like I'd been steamrolled by, well, a steamroller. And not comically like in A Fish Called Wanda. More like in that terrible Stephen King movie Maximum Overdrive where the machines come to life and try and take over the world.

By the time Laura carried herself into our infirmary it was clear that this was not to be a eve we'd be celebrating. The confetti was cancelled and medication administered and blankets taken very seriously.

January 1st was not much better. I spent the better part of the day in a nyquil trance fighting back pains and an eager bladder to stay asleep. Laura stayed with Yuula downstairs fighting their own little battle of neediness and baby diarrhea.

January has come, and pretty much gone. Temperatures have subsided, except for Laura, who has just today decided to begin the sickening process. And for a swift kick to our collective congested chests our hot water heater sprung a leak in its base and the shutoff valve seems to be stuck leaving us with no water, unless you count the puddle on the bathroom floor.

2013 can really only get better...

Light Source Halved

Good thing I checked tonight. Good thing Laura reminded me. A Christmas tree without ample twinkle lights just won't do. So I guess we're running out in the morning to pick up some more since three of our six strands from last year don't work. And that just cannot be. I may use this opportunity to boost the light count, but don't tell her that...

From The West They Come

The Krupps of the west have arrived at long last

They got a soggy tour of the outdoors

Yuula showed off her block skills to some pros

I still can't believe this happened

After a hefty meal of Swedish beef curry we smashed the plates in the backyard as is our newly acquired custom to shake up dinner parties

The rest of the night was dedicated to dancing off the chutney

Yuula did a couples routine with her mother

Her controller skills need quite a bit of developing

The boys have done this before, and they were not playing around

today, we drag them into the belly of the beast...

How The Day Stood Still

I am not a very organized tidier. At least when no ones looking. She did try to help, but her idea of folding blankets is unfolding blankets.

Who wins a fight between the stairs and my phone? You only get one guess.

Yuula has began to wear socks on her hands. This is not strange.

Feet up,

Just long enough to pose for it.

Thermometer Versus Coconut

I was trying to milk a coconut this morning and used Laura's meat thermometer to poke thru the soft eye of the beast. Then I tried to widen the hole and I broke the thermometer, about 35 seconds after she said "you better not break my meat thermometer". Whoops. That's what I said. But she got me back because once she found out that I don't condition my hair in the shower she bought me Suave Men's 2-in-1 with shampoo plus conditioner. Now I have no choice but to condition. I just won't enjoy it.

Increasingly Impedingly

Woke up this morning to a broken pellet stove. After I tore it apart I realized that I didn't know what I was doing, looking for or how to fix what could possibly be wrong with it. This is after I tore it apart that I realized this. Then I got a call from Kevin so he could walk me thru the system upgrades, which I've been working towards since Monday, backing up and moving files & programs. When I started to completely reboot my system, which by the way is now complete empty, no nothing, I got a call from Dave to get some work done on some jobs we've been doing since before Christmas. Only problem now is, I don't have a functioning computer. I am in the process of rebooting all things work-related, and personal items, but these things take time. I got enough done that I can write this. That was easy enough. But I am cold.

At the same time, Laura is out on the town looking at new cars. We both planned to go today, but with the perfect storm touching down this morning, I decided to stay home and get some work done while Yuula takes her mom around town to gather some intel on buying a new vehicle. We don't know much about anything right now. But as we speak they are one their way home to pick me up and look at one. Laura got herself worked up about one, so we'll go see what we can see. I think it's the heated seats that sunk their hooks in. Let's hope getting out of the living room will shine a new light on the day, which is almost over by the way.

From The Stairwell Came A Loud Ping

Can we please sleep thru one night uninterrupted?