A collection of totally unaggregated random musings, with photos!
When you go to the health unit because you have a bunch of odd bites all over your legs, you neither expect, nor want, to hear "huh... that's interesting."
Your tax dollars at work: condoms in both the men's and women's bathrooms here at work. I am not sure how it makes sense to hand out free condoms to the locals most likely to actually have enough money to buy condoms, but there you go.
We were finally able to schedule the office carpenter to come to the house and hang pictures (cinder block walls are a pain to hang things and they really don't want you putting in a a ton of holes on your own, so you are supposed to schedule someone to come and do this.) Scheduled for the exact same morning when they are replacing our generator and doing some other electrical work and thus turning off the power. So, in one email from the same person coordinating both of these things I see: power will be off from 9-12 and the carpenter will come to hang art at 9. I call and ask, "ummm doesn't the carpenter need to use a drill... that needs to be plugged in to you know, electricity?" "Oh, yes." "How is he supposed to use said power tools when there is no power? "Oh." Sigh.....
Your tax dollars at work: condoms in both the men's and women's bathrooms here at work. I am not sure how it makes sense to hand out free condoms to the locals most likely to actually have enough money to buy condoms, but there you go.
We were finally able to schedule the office carpenter to come to the house and hang pictures (cinder block walls are a pain to hang things and they really don't want you putting in a a ton of holes on your own, so you are supposed to schedule someone to come and do this.) Scheduled for the exact same morning when they are replacing our generator and doing some other electrical work and thus turning off the power. So, in one email from the same person coordinating both of these things I see: power will be off from 9-12 and the carpenter will come to hang art at 9. I call and ask, "ummm doesn't the carpenter need to use a drill... that needs to be plugged in to you know, electricity?" "Oh, yes." "How is he supposed to use said power tools when there is no power? "Oh." Sigh.....
Lemons! So many lemons! We have now made lemon ice cream, lemon bread pudding, lemon juice ice cubes to go in mixed drinks, chicken piccata, lemonade... I think that is about it, but we also will be making lemon sugar cookies as a project over the long holiday weekend.
Found at one of the local stores, totally randomly and only sighted once: crocodile bread! Someone got a little creative in the bakery...
In bad parenting news I managed to melt not just one but both of T's favorite toys. We had been out of the house all day, they spent a lot of time on the ground, I thought I would be a good parent and boil them, along with some other stuff, to get them cleaned up. Despite their rather sturdy appearance, the plastic did not withstand the boiling water and Mr. Butterfly and Mr. Caterpillar met their untimely demise. And, of course, they were both old K toys and one is only available in a set and the other no longer exists. And yes, I know she is 6 months old, has the attention span of a gnat and no real memory, but they made her so happy (see photographic evidence above). Hopefully the strange trippy green bunny she is getting for Easter will be equally loved.
Life is good when you have a flower the size of your head and feet!
Three three-year olds and a bucket full of water balloons. What could possibly go wrong?
K getting into the spirit of the big community Easter Egg hunt.
The closest approximation I can get to a "good" photo of K and T with me. This would be them "cooperating." You should see the bad photos!
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