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Archive for December, 2006

Recently, our son has become obsessed with shooting things. We have no idea how. We don’t watch shows with people shooting each other—it’s just not something we’re into. We can only assume he’s picked it up in his playtime with other kids. At least that’s how we help ourselves feel better about the situation.
He’s constantly [...]

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Michelle: (suddenly, a brilliant flash of genius) I know what, kids! Why doesn’t Daddy go out and get us some ice cream (aside, to Daddy) and a diet Coke?
Rik: Hey! That sounds great! What do you guys want?
Discussion ensues. A diet Coke. A couple of vanilla ice creams in a cup. A hot fudge [...]

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behind the stove (curses! they found my secret dirt stash!)

under the stove hood (you must take it down and wash it)
the stove filter (located somewhere in the stove hood)
under the stove top (under the burners and drip pans and electrical wiring)
the dishwasher seal (“oh, everybody forgets this one”)
the side of the stove (when there isn’t [...]

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Lately, I’ve come to think about our passage through life, how it passes so quickly, much like a bit of a whirlwind.
At times, the wind is a bit rough and you have to reach out and grab on to something secure and try to ride out the worst of it. You come out of it [...]

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Dear…er…um.
Well, dear me. I don’t believe I know your name.
And so we begin to see the very root of the problem that inspired this letter. You see, I think the reason for our slightly strained relationship is that we never really took the time to introduce ourselves to each other and the set a few [...]

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a brand new look

I finally got tired of our last theme mutilating our quoted conversations, putting everything in italics that shouldn’t have been. It really got under my collar.
So I switched.
So check out our brand new look and let me know what you think!

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Kids… that’s all I have to say. And yet, I’m writing more. Please continue…
They’re hilarious at times (at times). They listen to everything. Everything.
In the car this morning we were talking about our daughter’s preschool. Her class is the red group, and the other class is the white group. Very straightforward.
We went on to dicuss [...]

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