The Karate Kid — A Retrospective

Trapped in a house full of munchkins with a sinus headache and feeling decidedly less than lerious, I am reminded that I have yet to do a movie review of The Karate Kid.

I’m worried that once the night-time cold medication kicks in, I’ll be unable to remember all the details of the film that was such an integral part of my formative years. I must get it all down now. It may be hard to believe, but the following synopsical-review is from memory, with no source material of any kind. I have not seen the movie since I was a junior high student in Southern Alberta. Calgarians like sanding the floor and martial arts. Continue reading

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There is Blue

I’m not sure quite what to make of it. It’s rained so much for so long that it appears to have done something strange to the sky. It’s all discolored and odd-looking with these large patches of a bluish color. They look quite pretty. I’m just wondering what kind of rain falls from a blue sky. Will the rain be blue? It’s unnerving to just sit and wait like this.

We still have power, though not much of the “will” variety. We ate too much pizza last night and I slept in and missed my date at the gym. I hope she still loves me. We’re waiting for the water to go down so we can see if there are still bridges and roads under it and I suddenly have a craving for a manicure and a trip to the mall. No, it’s not prom. I don’t think. I just want to go because I can’t.

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Life in Atlantis

By now you probably know that much of Washington has been swallowed up in the great waters of the Puget Sound apocalypse.

Our town is effectively cut off from civilization as the rivers in the area have swollen to gigantical proportions. Here are a few photos:

This was taken a couple of months ago. Notice the mint-green buildings in the top left corner accross the river.
flood before

Here’s a broad picture of the flooding today. The mint-green buildings are in the back behind the submerged picnic structures and floating trash cans. You can click to enlarge.
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Dan and his mom on a bench by the river: Continue reading

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Tip Tuesday – Mom-Style

Someone asked me to do a Tip Tuesday on fashion for moms and I thought “I’d love to hear what y’all have to say on that one cause I’ve got nothin’.” Then I thought of Carrie from Tales from the Crib.

I knew she loved fashion, so I asked her to help me out this week and the following is her guest post, possibly the best Tip Tuesday in history. I will be planning my wardrobe based on it from this day forward, awesome links, great tips (I’d still love to hear what you all have to say too. Links appreciated mucho). I asked Carrie for a little background info on why she’s so much cooler than me knowledgeable about fashion. Here is what she had to say:

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Pop Rocks in My Carpet

My Weekend in Poetical Free Verse

Pop Rocks.
Pop.
Rocks.
You pop, but you do not rock.
Why are you having a rave
In the corner of my family room
And on the bottoms of my feet?
Nevermore, quoth the Halloween candy nazi, nevermore.

Learning words, Magoo is.
Yesterday “hockey” and his own name.
He pronounces them exactly the same.
Never shall I know
Whether of himself he speaks
Or of the one true sport.

Drip drop.
Rain falls down.
The floods come up.
Please do not float away,
Oh my little house in the woods.

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It Smells Like the Moon

There are days when I feel like I’m raising Bill Nye’s daughter. Laylee is forever experimenting, probing and hypothesizing about the world. She has an uncanny memory and whips out scientific facts at the strangest times.

science

At the playground a few months ago, she pointed to the center post of the see-saw and said, “That’s the fulcrum. You need to have a fulcrum or the see-saw won’t work.” Continue reading

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