My Shameful Darkside

Every once and awhile do you find yourself saying horrible things? Can a stranger raise your ire? This weekend I was rude to someone and I’ve since repented, though I still need to apologize to the old lady. Yes I said old lady. I think we are all familiar with the person in our neighbourhood who constantly monitors peoples actions and is bold enough and bored enough to ensure they know what’s what. We have at least 3 of these in my townhouse complex. I call them the playground nazis. If someone over a certain age, say sits on a piece of playground equipment these women come out of their houses to make sure they get off or at least told off. The youth get a hard time in particular. Weekly revisions to the playground rules are distributed to each...

Eaten Alive

Fortunately there weren’t any mosquitoes to speak of at the Royal Tyrell Museum (it was too hot for even annoying species). We had a blast checking out all the ancient fossils of our extinct jurassic fascination. Even better was trying to keep up with Joshua through the crowds of people that he navigated through with ease. Isn’t Dylan just growing like crazy? It seems like just yesterday he was the size of a microraptor. My how he’s grown.

Back in the Swing

After a most pleasant holiday including trips to the zoo, a dinosaur museum, a gargantuan playground (and many other smaller playgrounds) and witnessing a miracle (don’t ask I won’t tell) we return to home life. There is something both wonderful and maddening in returning home after being away. Theres the comfort of sleeping in ones bed, the, dare I say it, regular ring of the alarm and familiarity of work. Then there is the startle of maintaining the cleanliness and order of four boys and realizing your furniture really does look as bad as your wife tells you. The rotting fridge, the garbage to take out and other mundane things. Despite my mixed feelings I got some satisfaction from the work I put in today. I cleaned the bathroom while the boys...