Blog on the Run: Reloaded

Saturday, December 27, 2003 1:30 pm

A holiday observation

Filed under: Ew. — Lex @ 1:30 pm

Nothing says “Christmas” like replacing the guts of two toilets.

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Friday, December 12, 2003 9:51 pm

Contraception

Filed under: Ew. — Lex @ 9:51 pm

And more: If you have sex now, or think you might ever want to, you need to read this.

Friday, August 22, 2003 12:05 pm

Drink is the curse of the urinating class

Filed under: Ew. — Lex @ 12:05 pm

Vietnam is cracking down on people who urinate in public, but it’s finding the problem difficult to solve because the Vietnamese drink a lot of beer.

Perhaps the good townspeople of Chapel Hill, the self-proclaimed “beer-drinking capital of the world,” can offer advice.

Or maybe not.

Friday, August 15, 2003 9:11 pm

No surprise here

Filed under: Ew. — Lex @ 9:11 pm

Which country am I?

You’re Texas!

You aren’t really much of your own person, but everyone around you wishes you’d go away, so you might as well be independent. You’re sort of loud-mouthed and abrasive, but you do have a fair amount of power. You like big trucks, big cattle, and big oil rigs. And sometimes you really smell. But it’s not all bad, you’re big enough to have some soft spots somewhere in all that redneck madness.
Take the Country uiz at the Blue Pyramid

Wednesday, August 13, 2003 10:03 pm

Random acts of cuteness and parental glamour

Filed under: Ew.,Hooper,Victoria — Lex @ 10:03 pm

Victoria: Daddy, are you going to the store?

Me: Yep. You need anything?

Victoria: We’re out of tomato soup. Can you get some?

Me: Sure.

Victoria: Can you get the four cans in one thing?

Me: Package, you mean? OK.

Victoria: If they don’t got packages, get three or four lonely cans.

* * *I was home for a while with Hooper today — he’s recovering from a particularly bad sinus/ear infection — when he decided he needed to go poop.

This is good, deciding he needs to go poop. No complaints about that. Problem is, he’s still deciding this after pooping in his diaper.

When I catch up with him, he has completely disrobed in the bathroom and is preparing to hop up on the toilet.

“Daddy,” he says, completely unnecessarily, “I nekkid!”

Unfortunately, I am unable to catch him before he hops, and slides, up into position. Eww.

“I go poop,” he announces.

“Past tense, kid,” I reply.

“Hey,” he says after a couple of minutes, “I pass gas!”

Pause.

“I pass gas again!”

He slides — Eww, again — and hops off the pot, then turns around and looks into the bowl.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Where da gas go?”

“Good question, buddy. In fact, what makes you think it’s left?”

He shrugs. I begin cleaning him, and the bathroom, up.

Monday, July 15, 2002 1:45 pm

Filed under: Ew. — Lex @ 1:45 pm

I’m congested as heck today and sound like half past dead. I don’t know whether it’s a cold, allergies, the local ozone problem we’ve been having or the toxic cocktail of sodium hyroxide (the active ingredient, albeit diluted, in the stuff that lets you scrape wallpaper adhesive off the wall without damaging the underlying wallboard) and silica dust I spent the weekend breathing (even with a mask on) as we de-wallpapered, spackled and sanded the guest bedroom. But whatever, I sound like I’m talking through a mouthful of graveyard dirt. Plus, my chest is congested and I’m hacking. Time to have a pow-wow with my good friend Roby.

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