Update Nougats
Another rough day to top off a series of rough weeks. Another weekend working and pouring over data. Meh. I'm not letting it get me down much, though… not this time. My dearest, darling, devoted, and gorgeous wife has been a bastion of strength - her kind smile and sound advice sallies me forth. So, with that aside, here's what's up.
Not much, really.
Kori is doing pretty good since the last incident with his schoolyard nemesis, Demos. They are forbidden from speaking to one another on pain of severe trouble, thus far the threat seems to have kept the little bastard from harassing my son any further. Kori continues to romance his girlfriend with the wooing talk of the latest Nintendo DS games, it's cute how they're keeping in contact with one another - he's hit that age where the phone is practically implanted against his ear.
Silver is doing some truly stunning artwork, not the least of which was given enthusiastic approval by one of my favorite authors - Steven Brust. I'm so proud of her I could burst, it feels weird that Brust is so approachable and amiable. He's gone so far as to use her work as his LiveJournal icon and as a userpic in an online game.
We've kept busy otherwise, doing little household projects here and there like performing emergency unclogectomies on Korigan's bathroom sink. We face the salient fact that our backyard fence was on it's last leg back when Rita glanced against Houston's perimeter. Our neighbor's dogs are not helping, one of which is digging in attempts to get at our pup. So we're stuck - we have to get the damn thing replaced, all sixty-three feet of it. Hopefully we'll get the neighbor on the opposite side to split the cost. He seems nice enough, but full of youth and two quarts of stupid - so it may be a challenge.
Outside the boundaries of our yard we have the daily bombardment of booming cars. One in particular is giving us grief, a teenage boy visiting his buddy down the street from us. They sit out and "work" on their rides from five o'clock till evening, rattling the windows of everyone within 300 yards (including us). I've talked to the "lady of the house" there and she was slightly less than useless - stating that "they don't do this every night"… but if it's not them then it's some other rude moron. Why must they contribute to the problem? She failed to see my reasoning and their antics have continued, thus the local sheriff is being tapped whenever it starts up again.
In the past few years my neighborhood has slipped a few notches on the quality scale. It really bothers me. I have no intention of giving up, though. I'll use the law, I'll use our otherwise impotent HoA against them. I have not yet begun to fight.
Seems like alot of negativity, eh? That's no way to end a journal entry. Here, take THIS!!! Try not to smile, I double-dawg-dare you.
Not much, really.
Kori is doing pretty good since the last incident with his schoolyard nemesis, Demos. They are forbidden from speaking to one another on pain of severe trouble, thus far the threat seems to have kept the little bastard from harassing my son any further. Kori continues to romance his girlfriend with the wooing talk of the latest Nintendo DS games, it's cute how they're keeping in contact with one another - he's hit that age where the phone is practically implanted against his ear.
Silver is doing some truly stunning artwork, not the least of which was given enthusiastic approval by one of my favorite authors - Steven Brust. I'm so proud of her I could burst, it feels weird that Brust is so approachable and amiable. He's gone so far as to use her work as his LiveJournal icon and as a userpic in an online game.
We've kept busy otherwise, doing little household projects here and there like performing emergency unclogectomies on Korigan's bathroom sink. We face the salient fact that our backyard fence was on it's last leg back when Rita glanced against Houston's perimeter. Our neighbor's dogs are not helping, one of which is digging in attempts to get at our pup. So we're stuck - we have to get the damn thing replaced, all sixty-three feet of it. Hopefully we'll get the neighbor on the opposite side to split the cost. He seems nice enough, but full of youth and two quarts of stupid - so it may be a challenge.
Outside the boundaries of our yard we have the daily bombardment of booming cars. One in particular is giving us grief, a teenage boy visiting his buddy down the street from us. They sit out and "work" on their rides from five o'clock till evening, rattling the windows of everyone within 300 yards (including us). I've talked to the "lady of the house" there and she was slightly less than useless - stating that "they don't do this every night"… but if it's not them then it's some other rude moron. Why must they contribute to the problem? She failed to see my reasoning and their antics have continued, thus the local sheriff is being tapped whenever it starts up again.
In the past few years my neighborhood has slipped a few notches on the quality scale. It really bothers me. I have no intention of giving up, though. I'll use the law, I'll use our otherwise impotent HoA against them. I have not yet begun to fight.
Seems like alot of negativity, eh? That's no way to end a journal entry. Here, take THIS!!! Try not to smile, I double-dawg-dare you.