What I Like About …

We’ve discovered an odd concrete slab under our grass in the backyard.  It’s 3×3′ and five inches deep.  It’s too small to be a footer for a swingset or shed, in too weird a place to be for a BBQ or light fixture, the town says there was no septic or well here, so we’re hoping for bomb shelter, Jimmy Hoffa’s grave or the secret location of the cure for the zombie plague.

Which means we need to lift the damn thing up.

So I’m looking for recommendations on how to do it, what kind of levers and fulcrums are needed, lengths, materials, etc.  So far we have four volunteers to work on it, and may have more.

This is so cool.  I love bats, my wife is freaked out by them, so she’s banned from the site for a week because here’s a video of how much better bats are at flying than birds, essentially because bat wings are hands with skin between them and bird wings are just arms.  Very cool.

What happens when the hyper-real imagination of a six year old with a tiger grows up and takes on a life of its own? Calvin and Hobbes, the movie.

Gotta love Gritty Reboot

Here’s Kendy ripping sheetrock nails out of the framing so we can redo our basement. She’s been an awesome help with the whole thing.

Here’s why we have to redo the basement.

Kendy likes to pose with mannequins.  The first time I caught her doing it I have no idea what she was doing, just standing there next to a headless statue in the Westfield Running Shop.  Now if I don’t take a picture of her doing it she won’t move.

Yesterday we were in Old Navy and she stopped in front of these folks.  Her hand, her vacant eyes, her incredibly creepy smile are all perfect.  In fact, while I was taking the picture a guy stopped to let me take the shot, then looked down and said, “Holy crap! I thought she was one of them.”

Truth is I think the Old Navy Mannequins are like the weeping angels, and am afraid to look away for fear they’ll try to send me back in time to better feed off me.