...but what you can do for your costume.
Lian's trying to decide what to do for a costume for Halloween. She has narrowed it to the following (one of them I'm trying not to be offended by, guess which one):
1) Red Riding Hood
2) Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz (she found a basket with a Toto in it)
3) Batgirl a la purple outfit
4) a witch (traditional green face and I told her if she picks this option we will NOT be telling our Dineh friends)
5) a spider (no idea why)
I'm going to be either:
1) Brad from Rocky Horror (I have a showing the 30th anyway)
2) a medieval knight (I could borrow armor from a friend's collection! *cough*BruceWayne*cough*) *clank* *clank* *clank*
3) The Big Bad Werewolf (but only if Lian goes as RRH)
4) Nightwing (I personally think this would be hilarious but Dinah doesn't think so)
I think Dinah should go as:
1) The Wicked Queen from Sleeping Beauty
or
2) Karrin Murphy from the Dresden Files. It's not like she hasn't read my ENTIRE COLLECTION of the books and not returned them or anything.
Ollie said he was going as Robin Hood. (dry look) How original. Man has no imagination when it comes to Halloween. Sheesh.
I told Mia she needed to go as a Vegas showgirl...she voted yes. Ollie and Dinah voted no. I've already bought her the costume. Heh heh.
Connor is apparently above all this and has refused to participate. I got him a costume that's the back end of a cow. He's taking Lian trick or treating with Mia while I go to a party of an old CBI buddy's. He just doesn't know it...well, I guess he does now. More heh hehing.
I love Halloween!
We gave him a blog...you were warned.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
I had a girl and Donna was her name
Wolfie asked me a tongue-in-cheek question the other day that I just slapped off a snarky answer to without really thinking about it. It's my way.
Wolfie- "Roy, of all the women in your life, who do you imagine would go for the white pickett fence and 2.5 children with a dog on the side?"
My snappy answer? "None of the them, babe, it's why my fence is brown." She laughed and went her merry way. It did get me thinking later, though. Would ANY of the women I've been with be the 'right one' for a white pickett fence kind of deal?
Yeah, I think Donna would. It would be rough on her, having the background she has but I think Donna would go for the white pickett fence, picnics in the park, the dog walk on fall evenings and stringing cranberries for garland on the Christmas tree. It's a waste of cranberries, really, but Lian digs that sort of thing.
Donna would still want to go off and save the world, but she'd make damn sure someone would be tucking the kids in at night, me or her. And that lunches are packed with nutritious but fun foods and that the weekends are constructive but entertaining.
What do you all think? Inquiring red-heads want to know...
RH
Wolfie- "Roy, of all the women in your life, who do you imagine would go for the white pickett fence and 2.5 children with a dog on the side?"
My snappy answer? "None of the them, babe, it's why my fence is brown." She laughed and went her merry way. It did get me thinking later, though. Would ANY of the women I've been with be the 'right one' for a white pickett fence kind of deal?
Yeah, I think Donna would. It would be rough on her, having the background she has but I think Donna would go for the white pickett fence, picnics in the park, the dog walk on fall evenings and stringing cranberries for garland on the Christmas tree. It's a waste of cranberries, really, but Lian digs that sort of thing.
Donna would still want to go off and save the world, but she'd make damn sure someone would be tucking the kids in at night, me or her. And that lunches are packed with nutritious but fun foods and that the weekends are constructive but entertaining.
What do you all think? Inquiring red-heads want to know...
RH
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Crius was appropriately named
Does anyone have a method to stop puppies from crying piteously for hours on end beginning at midnight when I finally leave my study from working to go to bed? Lian's visiting the Santoses for a couple weeks, visiting their kids and stuff. It's just me and the mutt. And when I go to bed...he starts to live up to the sound of his name, if not the definition. Have to admit (over hot coals, truth serum, and the threat of Granny Goodness in a thong bikini) that the dog is rather cute, fluffy, adorable and one mean deterrent to squirrels.
In other news, heard from an old Checkmate buddy (not Martin) and we went out for drinks and carousing. Hard to carouse with eagle eyed daughter making sure I'm clean and sober. Aaron and I got stone drunk and it was nice. Well, not the next morning, but just to relax, get out and do manly things without worrying overly much about consequences. He gave me a lot of grief about not taking home one of the hot booties that was all over me like white on rice all night, but honestly, I must be getting old in my getting to the late 20s (not telling, lalalala). I just wasn't interested in a one night stand.
(wry look) Dinah would tell me I'm growing up. Dick would tell me I'm being responsible. Ollie would tell me to stop whining and get laid. Not sure who's the most sensible, to be honest. Isn't THAT scary?
In other news, heard from an old Checkmate buddy (not Martin) and we went out for drinks and carousing. Hard to carouse with eagle eyed daughter making sure I'm clean and sober. Aaron and I got stone drunk and it was nice. Well, not the next morning, but just to relax, get out and do manly things without worrying overly much about consequences. He gave me a lot of grief about not taking home one of the hot booties that was all over me like white on rice all night, but honestly, I must be getting old in my getting to the late 20s (not telling, lalalala). I just wasn't interested in a one night stand.
(wry look) Dinah would tell me I'm growing up. Dick would tell me I'm being responsible. Ollie would tell me to stop whining and get laid. Not sure who's the most sensible, to be honest. Isn't THAT scary?
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Belated 4th of July
To all of you Americans, want to be Americans, soon will be Americans and just people interested in America, we as a country celebrated our 235th birthday this past Monday. It got me thinking. We celebrated the WHITE celebration of this country's birth. Not so much our Native brethren (approximately 16000-13000 years), or our Latino brothers and sisters (494 years), or our Scandinavian homies (930 years give or take a decade). All that work previous to 1776, totally ignored.
Lian's last bit of social studies homework before she was released into my custody for the summer (yay) wanted her to answer a very broad question with a short and sweet text book answer. "What created the birth of the United States?" They wanted "The American Revolution". And yes I realize she's only in 1st grade so you have to keep it a little simple, but I honestly want to know why is it just THAT particular event that defined the people on this portion of the continent as a nation? We weren't unified when it was done. There was still the 'us versus them' mentality against non-whites and even people in a different states, parish or county. The white population didn't truly 'unite as one', so to speak, until well after the American Civil War. Is THAT when we were 'born' as a unified nation? Then why not wait until immigrants could apply for citizenship, women could legally vote in federal and state elections uniformly, segregation eliminated permanently in the 1960s, or does this process only happen in war?
I broke my daughter's brain when I asked her that. She had NO idea what I was talking about. I broke Ollie, Dinah, Connor and Dick's brains too. Apparently they aren't used to me deep thinking. Mia actually argued with me that it's symbolic. It's when the WORLD acknowledged America as a sovereign nation, separate from Great Britain and other nations.
I can get behind that. Go US! Get it? US? U.S.?
...
Never mind, you buncha slackers. I'm going to go shoot pointy things at a bunch of circles and teach my daughter how to not pass out in 100 degree heat. :P
RH
Lian's last bit of social studies homework before she was released into my custody for the summer (yay) wanted her to answer a very broad question with a short and sweet text book answer. "What created the birth of the United States?" They wanted "The American Revolution". And yes I realize she's only in 1st grade so you have to keep it a little simple, but I honestly want to know why is it just THAT particular event that defined the people on this portion of the continent as a nation? We weren't unified when it was done. There was still the 'us versus them' mentality against non-whites and even people in a different states, parish or county. The white population didn't truly 'unite as one', so to speak, until well after the American Civil War. Is THAT when we were 'born' as a unified nation? Then why not wait until immigrants could apply for citizenship, women could legally vote in federal and state elections uniformly, segregation eliminated permanently in the 1960s, or does this process only happen in war?
I broke my daughter's brain when I asked her that. She had NO idea what I was talking about. I broke Ollie, Dinah, Connor and Dick's brains too. Apparently they aren't used to me deep thinking. Mia actually argued with me that it's symbolic. It's when the WORLD acknowledged America as a sovereign nation, separate from Great Britain and other nations.
I can get behind that. Go US! Get it? US? U.S.?
...
Never mind, you buncha slackers. I'm going to go shoot pointy things at a bunch of circles and teach my daughter how to not pass out in 100 degree heat. :P
RH
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Four Score and how the heck long is that anyway?
It's math, people. Unless trajectory is involved, you lost me. It's why I have Short Pants. He does the hard thinking, points at whatever needs to be shot and says "Put pointy object there".
Wow. That almost sounded...inappropriate. Heh.
Having a new dog is liking having a new child in the home. You have to child-proof everything and then use said dog and/or child to help you open the things you are trying to keep them out of. I know this from experience.
My dog is a homicidal maniac. Maybe I should say my daughter's dog. I was not involved in the dog's entrance into the Harper household...I would have picked something more recognizable as a dog and less as a...what IS that thing anyway? Lab of some sort. Cute and all...(sigh) But it's a DOG and what are we going to do when he gets...BIGGER?
Three nights ago (after I've learned to hang my quiver, bows, costumes bits, and anything remotely chewable by puppy standards), I hear this God awful yowling. I just got in from some routine headbashing over by the old Fort Plymouth district, so I was ready. to. crash. I get up to see why someone is killing the dog that isn't me and find Crius mourning over the lost stuffing of this rabbit I bought Lian at Easter for her Easter basket.
When I say mourning over the stuffing, I mean the rabbit is completely empty of stuffing (which is now all over the tv room floor) and, head back in full coyote mode, the most hair-raising mournful cry is emanating from this tiiiiiiiny mouth.
Lian's up now, stumbling sleepily down the stairs, demanding to know what I did to her puppy. I'm defending myself, why I don't know...aren't I the parental unit around here? The dog is still howling and finally, I get it.
I start laughing. The joke, really, truly is on me and my friends have gotten their revenge for all the nicknames, pranks and teasing I've ever done to them. So thanks a bunch Short Pants, Wonder Chick, Gillhead and Fleet Feet...I appreciate more sleepless nights.
We couldn't get a hamster? Plenty of homeless geckos in the world.
RH
(A note from Wolfie: this puppy is actually named Cotton and she can be adopted now from Kansas City's Wayside Waifs Adoption Program. They are an EXCELLENT organization, adopting out cats, dogs and small mammal pets to homes that need a wagging tail, a snuggly purr or a squeaky wheel at three in the morning. Please support ALL your local animal shelters, adoption agencies and homeless animal support programs. Pets are a man-made beast and thus dependent upon man for their ultimate care and love. If you need or want a pet, adopt responsibly but don't forget even the four-leggeds need a home and a family. So if you don't adopt yourself, help those who care for these adorable critters if you can.)
Wow. That almost sounded...inappropriate. Heh.
Having a new dog is liking having a new child in the home. You have to child-proof everything and then use said dog and/or child to help you open the things you are trying to keep them out of. I know this from experience.
My dog is a homicidal maniac. Maybe I should say my daughter's dog. I was not involved in the dog's entrance into the Harper household...I would have picked something more recognizable as a dog and less as a...what IS that thing anyway? Lab of some sort. Cute and all...(sigh) But it's a DOG and what are we going to do when he gets...BIGGER?
Three nights ago (after I've learned to hang my quiver, bows, costumes bits, and anything remotely chewable by puppy standards), I hear this God awful yowling. I just got in from some routine headbashing over by the old Fort Plymouth district, so I was ready. to. crash. I get up to see why someone is killing the dog that isn't me and find Crius mourning over the lost stuffing of this rabbit I bought Lian at Easter for her Easter basket.
When I say mourning over the stuffing, I mean the rabbit is completely empty of stuffing (which is now all over the tv room floor) and, head back in full coyote mode, the most hair-raising mournful cry is emanating from this tiiiiiiiny mouth.
Lian's up now, stumbling sleepily down the stairs, demanding to know what I did to her puppy. I'm defending myself, why I don't know...aren't I the parental unit around here? The dog is still howling and finally, I get it.
I start laughing. The joke, really, truly is on me and my friends have gotten their revenge for all the nicknames, pranks and teasing I've ever done to them. So thanks a bunch Short Pants, Wonder Chick, Gillhead and Fleet Feet...I appreciate more sleepless nights.
We couldn't get a hamster? Plenty of homeless geckos in the world.
(A note from Wolfie: this puppy is actually named Cotton and she can be adopted now from Kansas City's Wayside Waifs Adoption Program. They are an EXCELLENT organization, adopting out cats, dogs and small mammal pets to homes that need a wagging tail, a snuggly purr or a squeaky wheel at three in the morning. Please support ALL your local animal shelters, adoption agencies and homeless animal support programs. Pets are a man-made beast and thus dependent upon man for their ultimate care and love. If you need or want a pet, adopt responsibly but don't forget even the four-leggeds need a home and a family. So if you don't adopt yourself, help those who care for these adorable critters if you can.)
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Puppy...mills
I'm learning that I may discover a new definition for puppy mills. And I don't the ones that breed dogs either. I'm talking the type that GROUNDS THEM UP INTO HAMBURGER!
Dang dog ate my quiver. MY NEW QUIVER!
RH
Dang dog ate my quiver. MY NEW QUIVER!
RH
Friday, May 13, 2011
It's a lie perpetrated by my friends...
Or maybe I should call them 'frenemies', because, really, with friends like mine, who needs more enemies?
Wally bought Lian a dog. Dick brought the large breed puppy chow. Donna named the mutt...Crius after the Titan of domesticated animals. And leadership.
Does that sound like a car name, or is it just me?
At least they didn't buy her a pony. The yard isn't big enough.
RH
Wally bought Lian a dog. Dick brought the large breed puppy chow. Donna named the mutt...Crius after the Titan of domesticated animals. And leadership.
Does that sound like a car name, or is it just me?
At least they didn't buy her a pony. The yard isn't big enough.
RH
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Didn't get it from MY gene pool
Lian has allergies. How do I know this? Observe the following symptoms:
1) snores heavily at night because nose is stuffed up
2) Nose is stuffed up
3) Nasty stuff comes out of nose and mouth when she sneezes...
4)...usually after I open a door or window for long periods of time to get a lovely spring breeze
5) she has developed a hatred for all plant life...
6) especially the trees around here...you know the ones....the ones that have fluffy white cotton seeds...cottonwood trees
7) symptoms mostly alleviated by nasal medication up the nostril and/or children's benadryl.
8) really grumpy and attempts to chew the head off of her father when he asks how she is feeling and if she wants to go outside to play.
Considering I have none of these issues....I'm blaming Jade.
RH
1) snores heavily at night because nose is stuffed up
2) Nose is stuffed up
3) Nasty stuff comes out of nose and mouth when she sneezes...
4)...usually after I open a door or window for long periods of time to get a lovely spring breeze
5) she has developed a hatred for all plant life...
6) especially the trees around here...you know the ones....the ones that have fluffy white cotton seeds...cottonwood trees
7) symptoms mostly alleviated by nasal medication up the nostril and/or children's benadryl.
8) really grumpy and attempts to chew the head off of her father when he asks how she is feeling and if she wants to go outside to play.
Considering I have none of these issues....I'm blaming Jade.
RH
Monday, April 25, 2011
News of my evilness is greatly exaggerated...
Unless you're talking to my daughter today. Let me explain.
Current nonsense of Lian's death, my arm removal and evil turning is a vicious rumor perpetrated by the Church of Blood in an attempt...well, I don't know what they are doing actually. Shortpants is looking into it, cuz that's what he does. But I digress. (Shortpants is Nightwing/Joking Batman for those of you out of the loop).
Today Lian comes back from school angry with me. My first thought? 'Now what've I not done?' *coughs in embarassment* I, er, forgot to sign her permission slip to go on a field trip. ::wince::
Hey! I was saving the people from some whacko Cadmus escapee yesterday and forgot, okay?
So...no zoo trip for her. She had to spend the entire day in another class, apparently bored out of her skull (God forbid they let her read a book or something...maybe CALL ME to get a verbal okay on the trip?) She comes stomping home, righteously peeved...she still hasn't said anything other than "Today I hate you, Daddy".
I'm man enough to admit it. She's getting ice cream for dinner. With syrup. And M & Ms...and sprinkles.
So *coughs again in embarassment* yeah. Not getting the "Father of the Year" ribbon this month. ::sigh:: Whoever said parenting is easy needs to be placed in a cage with rabid wolves, bears, lions and tigers oh my. Or just my daughter when she's peeved. Apparently some of Chesh's genetics came through in more than just the looks department. Yeesh.
RH
Current nonsense of Lian's death, my arm removal and evil turning is a vicious rumor perpetrated by the Church of Blood in an attempt...well, I don't know what they are doing actually. Shortpants is looking into it, cuz that's what he does. But I digress. (Shortpants is Nightwing/Joking Batman for those of you out of the loop).
Today Lian comes back from school angry with me. My first thought? 'Now what've I not done?' *coughs in embarassment* I, er, forgot to sign her permission slip to go on a field trip. ::wince::
Hey! I was saving the people from some whacko Cadmus escapee yesterday and forgot, okay?
So...no zoo trip for her. She had to spend the entire day in another class, apparently bored out of her skull (God forbid they let her read a book or something...maybe CALL ME to get a verbal okay on the trip?) She comes stomping home, righteously peeved...she still hasn't said anything other than "Today I hate you, Daddy".
I'm man enough to admit it. She's getting ice cream for dinner. With syrup. And M & Ms...and sprinkles.
So *coughs again in embarassment* yeah. Not getting the "Father of the Year" ribbon this month. ::sigh:: Whoever said parenting is easy needs to be placed in a cage with rabid wolves, bears, lions and tigers oh my. Or just my daughter when she's peeved. Apparently some of Chesh's genetics came through in more than just the looks department. Yeesh.
RH
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Woo-Hoo! Look at the pretty!
Now that my shrine (coughs)...um website is done, I'd like to thank the esteemed Wolfie for a week's worth of sleepless nights bulldozing through everything. I'd also like to remind her to finish what's still undone *cheeky grin*
It needs pictures of Lian, don't you guys think? I'll need to scrounge up the camera. I don't know where Dinah put it last time she was here. Heh heh.
Lian's Dad
It needs pictures of Lian, don't you guys think? I'll need to scrounge up the camera. I don't know where Dinah put it last time she was here. Heh heh.
Lian's Dad
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
I like this better
The links look better. What'd you do?
Not that I don't look awesome normally but could we nag Sean for a couple more pics pretty please, Wolfie?
Lian's informed me that it needs to be pink (please no, be nice to me, you're a fan of mine, remember?)
Not that I don't look awesome normally but could we nag Sean for a couple more pics pretty please, Wolfie?
Lian's informed me that it needs to be pink (please no, be nice to me, you're a fan of mine, remember?)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Shaping up!
It's shaping up, Wolfie! Good job! I have to go make dinner now. I'll check on you later, okay?
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