A Cheesy Video
kyleti — Mon, 03/17/2008 - 06:17
I made this cheesy video from clips grandpa took on his short visit Sunday.
The Reason It's Called Combine Hills
kyleti — Sat, 03/15/2008 - 07:33 |
| Up in the hills sits all of this old farm equipment laying around on the hill all organized into neat rows. I found it exploring one day. |
Evicting Mickey
kyleti — Sat, 03/15/2008 - 06:40 |
Here I am suited up to "protect" against Hanta Virus. I was given the dubious honor of evicting mice from a little metal box out in the middle of a wheat field. The black belt holds the PABR (Powered Air Breathing Respirator), an impressive looking piece of junk that blows filtered air over your face. The filter is good for particles larger than 300 nm across. The deadly Sin Nombre virus (carried by 10% of mice in this area) is 47 nm across. The trick, it is supposed to filter out dust coated with the virus. Either way, the best feature is when the battery quietly dies leaving the poor guy inside recycling breath until he can figure out why he can't see through all the fog on his mask. This is the second time I've cleaned out the "mouse house" and the last. Next time I'm calling an exterminator. About 2 weeks (normal incubation for Sin Nombre) after each cleaning I get sick. By the way, I was wearing the appropriate gloves though they aren't in the picture. |
The Magic Milk Has Failed Us
kyleti — Fri, 02/29/2008 - 20:58Tonight the magic milk has failed us. The nightly routine has been changing Peter's diaper, putting on lotion, installing pajamas and finally drowning his sleepy sorrows in slurps of warm milk.
Sadly, "sleepy sorrows" scored a snorkel. Rather than drowning, it seems we have refueled him. Mommy gently laid "sleeping" Peter into bed as planned. Seconds later, daddy and mommy (now drained of her drowsy elixir) found Peter standing in his crib yelling a merry hello to the darkness.
Hmm, this requires Creativity. While daddy tried valiantly, Peter's defenses were no match for mommy and the rocking chair.
Hurray Mommy!
The Fridge-less Kyle's
kyleti — Fri, 02/22/2008 - 21:57I was at work and got an emergency call in the middle of a meeting. "Timmy, something is banging and snapping and the house smells really bad!" "Alright honey," I respond, probably more panicked than she, "settle down, go turn off the main breaker, it's in the garage. The big one, yeah. I'll be home in a few minutes."
I'm bummed out, after 3 years of working for the power company I haven't seen so much as a warm resistor. I'm sure that's a blessing. Recently I spotted a coworker headed home, white as a sheet. Turned out he had clipped a small innocent looking wire in a nearby substation and pulled it apart, drawing a several foot arc. Contrary to his expectations, it was still connected to a current transformer. I think he will vouch that even a 9V battery might be too exciting.
A little detective work with my nose confirmed Laura's fears. The fridge was toast. There wires running into the compressor were discolored and the whole inside smelled of "magic smoke".
It is a blessing to be the owner of 3 freezers. During this season most of the frozen fruit put up last summer has slid down the collective gullet of my family and plenty of room was found for the contents of the top, freezing, half. The bottom half of the fridge has occupied cardboard boxes and igloos on the back porch. It isn't entirely different from the old arrangement. Open the door, turn on the porch light, select your food from the nicely chilled out of doors and examine for bite marks from roaming neighborhood beasties. If all is clear, haul your catch indoors and enjoy!
Laura is having the hardest time with this new arrangement. She has been figuring out how to avoid meal preparation for the next week while we wait for the new one to arrive. As a backup plan, I've been sent to obedience school for advanced studies in "fetch".
If you see us this sometime this week, tongue hanging out or begging for a dinner invite, just remember, it will happen to you someday!
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