cuteness overload

17 January, 2018

The other day, was reading w/ MrCuddles, he left to get get something, came running back, “Papa, come quick, this is so cool, look”.

MsSqueaky was playing a computer game, and Sophie-Kitty was on her lap.

MsS and MrGrunty were discussing video game strategy.


late night pizza

14 January, 2018

in the long long ago… I was a student-coordinator at a dorm kitchen, in “in charge” when the real managers weren’t there. That left me working a lot of 8pm until close (midnight) and clean up (1am-2am, depending on your crew) on many a Friday & Saturday night. Well, never really alone, they decided that you needed at least two student coordinators to be responsible for 50 pizzas, a sandwich bar, salad bar and drink cooler.

(First, it amazes me the lack of trust they had in 20 year olds, because at this very minute there are 18 year old kids carrying assault rifles on patrol, or directing fighter jets to land at dark on a bouncing air-craft carrier. But then again, probably a kid out of book camp is more dependable than a college kid. That’s why after four years of college they put you in charge of someone that has four years of experience but no college. Sigh.)

(Second, because of late night, where re-stocking was a major part of the job, I loath all the variety sugar water beverages…twelve flavors of snapple, or Coke’s “hey-let’s get in on the fruit flavor craze Fruitopia” sixteen flavors. Look, what do you need. Caffeinated fizzy sugar water, Diet-caffeinated fizzy water, fizzy sugar water without caffeine. To this day, I drink coke or pepsi and still have a special disdain for snapple.)

So, we wanted to have a decent staff… ones that would show up, all the time, and competent.

One year, to try and make it fun, to try and get our decent staff to work instead of party on Friday & Saturday nights, we decided, without asking management, let’s do special theme nights… make it fun. Here’s a few examples, that I can remember…

  • Fisherman’s night. We did ask special permission to keep the fryers on and also serve fish and chips. And we dressed up. I bought a fisherman’s vest, cheap $10 galashes, (pro-tip, terrible idea on a greasy kitchen floor), but I still have ’em, and used them this past snowy Xmas! We pinned bobbers and lures to our hats.
  • 50s night. I bought a bunch of 50s compilation cassette tapes. We wore white t-shirts. (NOT authorized uniform). Some of our crew slicked back their hair (pro’lly using fryer grease!), and rolled up cigarettes in their shirt sleeves.
  • I’m told we did cross-dresser night. But I’ve blocked that from my memory.
  • Terrorist night… (yeah…this one couldn’t be done now-a-days, times have changed)… this one took precise timing. Most of us dressed up, black berets, black turtle neck shirts (pro tip, those get hot next to a pizza oven), we had cap guns (using markers to black out the orange bands to let cops know it’s not a real gun), we crafted “sticks of dynamite” with cardboard tubes, I think we had “Pizza Liberation Front” badges… at 9pm sharp, an expected line of customers, we waited just a minute longer than necessary, a dozen pizzas ready to be served. The terrorist came “shot” the server, possibly even with one of those cap guns, (who fell down, and loved hamming it up, (unfortunately for the person who shot the server, the server weighed 180 lbs and needed to be dragged away – to change into their PFL uniform/disguise. Our usual server, who was a petite 5′ woman refused to be shot, “I’ll dress up, but I’m not falling down on that gross floor”), and PLF members came out an quickly served pizza.
  • And of course you know you do something fun, without management knowing, you’re gonna be caught. One night, I’m walking through, checking things, looked good, things well stocked, place clean, a few fresh pizza slices available of a couple different varieties (not too much, not lacking), tables in the dining room looking good. And who walks in at 11pm. Our manager. “Welcome to Bugaloo-Night, Sir! Would you like a slice of pizza?” He was chuckling. We all had our uniforms on, but, we had crafted antenna onto our visors, with different decorations on the ends. (Evidently we were inspired by a 70s show “the Bugaloos”, I don’t know, I didn’t watch much TV as a kid.) I couldn’t believe it. How lucky were we? Everyone was actually doing what they were supposed to, and the place looked good. He smiled, had a piece of pizza, paid for it, and went home. The next day he asked what we were doing? I explained, (leaving out “terrorist night”) and he seemed to think it was a good idea.



13 January, 2018

MsS was first awake, we chatted a bit. Then she quickly had to go off to a party.

MrG and I went and got him a bigger viola, which coincidently has less scratches, so maybe he’ll like it more. He implies that he’s bored with orchestra, so we picked up a Suzuki book. And wow, the memories came flooding back to me. I saw the music for Dr. Suzuki’s “Perpetual Motion” and it is stuck my brain. I like Suzuki, focus on melody and rhythmic variation, and seems to easily build. Yup, I should’ve practice more when I was a child.

MrC and I spent some time reading.

MyBetterHalf is bummed the teams she was kinda-sorta wanting to win, lost.


12 January, 2018

tonight, my wonderful roommate from the long-long ago visited

Me, MyBetterHalf & ex-roommate watched “Bright” the Will Smith fantasy-buddy-cop movie

It was entertaining and fun

If you hear the phrase “We’re not in a prophecy, we’re in a stolen Toyota Corolla” and think, yeah, that sounds like a phrase I want to hear in a movie, I recommend. If that sounds just too cheezy, well, you’re right.

TLC Baby-Baby-Baby

11 January, 2018

My BFF from High School and I were at a party once in college, (he was visiting Seattle). A new song, by a new girl group, “Baby-Baby-Baby” was on. I said some disparaging remark, and he told me “Shut up. Listen.”

I’m glad he did. I listened. It’s a beautiful.

TLC – Waterfalls

10 January, 2018

After picking up MsS and MrC from gymnastics, because I’m an old dad, I was blasting music from my childhood. The beautiful “Waterfalls” by TLC. MsS wanted radio. MrC said he loves the song. (He also said, “I don’t like songs with music” when I asked for clarification, he doesn’t like instrumentals, he likes songs.)

school lunch

9 January, 2018

so… I think the childrens will be buying their lunches at school this winter.
I mean, there’s something to be said about eating a hot lunch when it’s cold.



8 January, 2018

MsS and MrC were racing wind up turtles, on the floor, and in the water.

MrG was asking about high school.

OliverKitty was eating scraps of roast beef!

today’s sermon

7 January, 2018

today’s sermon…I dunno…all over the place… Text was something in Acts, where Paul wanted to go somewhere, but Spirit (and Roman Law) led him somewhere else. Preacher said:  “Sometimes God says ‘no’, sometimes God says ‘yes’, wisdom is knowing the difference.”

Preacher mentioned Calvin, and how God initiated the process with each of us… (forgot the verse on that)… anywho…

I miss Pastor S, she would take a section, and just study it (maps, background, history), instead of trying to make a point by jumping all over the place find a scripture here and there. (And now I feel a bit guilty for making fun of her by saying “soon she’ll do a quick eight week study of Jude”.)


6 January, 2018

MrG and I cleaned his room,…we played a bit of “basketball” with the tiny over the door hoop his brother got him for Xmas.

I took MrC and his BFF to HomeDespot for a kids workshop. They are getting better, doing all the hammering, reading instructions, pulling crooked nails. I just helped stead the projects a bit.

MsS and her BFF hung out, then went to a smile event for GirlScouts.

The family took down the Xmas trees tonight.