…know when it’s time to call a designated driver.
Y’all be safe out there tonight.
Poor red Yoshi, passed out by the side of the road. He tried to walk home and it just didn’t work out. Let’s not even talk about the embarrassment of waking up next to a stuffed cow this morning.… Read more
As you might remember from yesterday’s post, two friends of mine from New Mexico sent me the Star Trek scratcher cards from the NM Lottery. What the heck, why not go ahead and scratch them off? What is there to lose on the deal?
Well, wait ’till you get a load of this, folks, ’cause I lucked out. Seriously!
Break out your best bubbly, and get ready to drink a toast. The party’s at my place! … Read more
Allow me to introduce you to my very Trekkie 2011 Christmas stash. Charles and Mr. Flibble threw a Hastings gift card my way, and John hurled an Amazon gift card at me with all of his might, taking off a couple of limbs* in the process. (Oddly enough, I turned around and spent the majority of both on the wife and kid, who don’t have folks from the internets buying stuff for them. Call it redistribution of wealth if you like.) Okay, here’s the Trek trove:
The big box is, of course, the first Star Trek Micro Machines box set that came out in the ’90s. I had one of these at one point… and took them out of the box, which meant that some of them went AWOL by the time I did a piece on my site about them. Now the set is complete once more – though given the little hands (and mischevious little paws) roaming through my house and getting into stuff, this one might be staying in the box. On a high shelf. Thanks, Dustin!
On top of that are Star Trek lotto cards from New Mexico, thanks to Paul and Charles. I haven’t scratched them yet. But I probably will soon (like I can claim them from Arkansas anyway – watch them all be worth $10,000 as a result – c’mon, Deep Space Nine, daddy needs a new pair of anti-grav boots).
Not shown are the new underwear (trust me, you don’t wanna see a picture of that, or at least not a customer action shot), a new dish towel and an oven mitt. What’s really funny is how happy I was to have any and all of it. I needed another oven mitt, and man, did I ever need some new underwear. Throw in some cash from the in-laws (already assimilated into the Borg-like household-bill-paying collective, just to keep the Star Trek theme going), and there ya go.
Not bad at all, considering that I’d told everyone in the family to spend their money on the kiddo. (And boy, did he make out like a bandit. Woody and Buzz and WALL-E and Artoo and the Mario Brothers have a red R/C Mustang convertible to drive around in. Now that’s a sight.)
I’m truly grateful to… well, anyone who sends anything my way, really. It’s not something I solicit or ask for, and under present circumstances it’s not something I can afford to reciprocate either, as much as I’d like to**. Thank you.
… Read more* from the tree outside my window – that man has deadly hurling accuracy
** things will be different after I win the New Mexico lottery, I promise
One of Little E’s favorite games on his Leapster 2 is Star Wars: Clone Wars Jedi Math. From just listening to it (and, okay, playing it just a little bit), it’s a pretty fun little math game (I would’ve gone over to the Dark Side just to have a Jedi Math cartridge back when I was a kid; instead, I had… Math-A-Magic!). He plays it a lot, even if he’s not exactly memorizing the names of the Jedi Council.
Tonight, he played a pretty good game, rescued some Republic prisoners from the Trade Federation, and just before plunging into a new level of the game, held up his new R2-D2 figure and said “LET’S DO THIS, ARTOO!” That’s my boy. 😆
And if you think that’s impressive, check out the age/grade bracket that the game falls under on the label. God and/or the Force willing, he might just be better at all things numerically-oriented than his daddy was.… Read more
Dinner tonight is steak. Big steaks! I have Rather Substantial Steaks cooking right now.
Or R.S.S. for short.
Which means, of course, that tonight’s dinner constitutes an R.S.S. feed.
Now just wait until you hear what’s for dessert.… Read more
…especially since it’s the kid’s closet, and he has to be in bed soon.
So wake up and come on down, Portia!
(Apologies to anyone who had a heart attack just from the subject line)… Read more
Are you ready to get a load of this? I’m not sure the little guy was – he was still half-asleep on autopilot this morning for present-opening time.
Christmas Eve was pretty jam-packed here at ye olde Greenhaus. As expected, my wife had to work all day, but this didn’t mean the boys were sitting around the house all day. After eating (and watching The Polar Express), it was time to make one last pre-Christmas run to the PO box, and then swing by the store to pick up a few necessities that couldn’t wait for the stores to open up again on Monday or Tuesday, namely kitty litter. As it turned out, we also had to visit the tire center at Wal-Mart because I had a tire that was almost completely flat when we set foot outside the house this morning. Sheesh. Nothing like relaxing on Christmas Eve, is there? And trust me, this was nothing like relaxing on Christmas Eve. … Read more
You need a countdown timer on your Wii to tell when Santa will be here?
A few more photos of the object described in the previous post… … Read more
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