Showing posts with label Climate Change. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Climate Change. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Other Stuff That Happened in February

What's up, readers.

Soooooo this month was creepy.  60-degree weather half the time, barely any snow, raining like April.  Definitely a far-cry from February of 2016 (or, as it was referred to back then, Hothtember.)  A lesser man might be so inclined as to blame this somehow on carbon emissions, ecological negligence, and mankind's over-dependency on unsustainable fossil fuels.

But hey, Donald Trump says Climate Change is a hoax, so I guess this is just one of those natural, Earth cycles we're experiencing.

. . . .

Anyway, here's February.

Starting off, here's a really clean picture of our family basement.  'Cause our kids clean up after themselves.
This was from a couple weeks ago, when Cindy took Abby shopping at the Midland Mall (while Dad and I were out questing for vinyl.)
This year, for St. Patrick's Day, BP and I once again decided to run in the Clare Irish Fest 5K.  I asked Kris if she wanted to run this year with us, and she hesitantly agreed to it.  The training for the 5k posed a problem, though: what with our work schedules being what they are, multiple girl scout meetings per week, and an ongoing house quest to top it all off, finding the time for the two of us to run every evening was next to impossible.  In order to make training easier - and more convenient for us - we decided to buy a well-rated treadmill online, so that we could run at home and not have to worry about someone watching the kids.  This way we could squeeze 30-minute runs in any time, and all while watching Netflix - which is awesome.  Plus, we could both stand to be in somewhat better shape, since 40 is on the horizon and all.
The weekend Kris and Alayna were away at Girl Scout Camp (or whatever it was called, I don't know - I'm not privy to that information), Abby constructed a fort in the living room to sleep in.  Surprisingly enough she made it both nights in the living room without getting scared.
Some 'valentines' Abby made for Kris and Alayna while they were away.  I don't think she has a future at Hallmark.
I took Abby out to Applebee's for dinner once Dad and Cindy had left for Clare, and while we waited for our food Abby played around on one of the restaurant's interactive tablets that's available at all of their tables now.  Since there was no pricing information located anywhere in the menus, I assumed it was free. . . 'cause I'm an idiot.  Once I got the bill, I saw that the restaurant had charged us for the use of the tablet.  It wasn't much, but it was still enough to piss me off.
Indulging in an ice cream sundae. . . of which she she only ate half.  Same with her entre, and her side.  At least I was good enough to finish my Bell's Two Hearted. . .
Another shot of Abby's weekend quarters.
Alayna and Kris returned Sunday, and that evening Alayna had to decorate a cereal box into a Valentine's Day box (the holiday fell on the Tuesday of the coming week, so we were short on time.)
She decorated the box herself, and her overall 'theme' (if a third-grader could be credited with having one) was 'emojis.'
(I didn't draw any of these.)
Back at the Roll Arena, for a Valentine's Day field trip.  I offered to chaperone Alayna's third grade class, because since 2007 - my first year of teaching - I have sworn off teaching on Valentine's Day (middle schoolers are hormonal enough on a regular school day, thank you very much.)  Anyway, while we were there, Alayna spent very little time actually skating (shocking, I know), and instead quested for tickets in the arcade section.  She tried her luck at this particular game, which players somehow inflate the balloon and try and get it to pop. These things are usually a scam, but Alayna actually won 335 tickets from it by popping the balloon.
From that point forward, Alayna couldn't walk far without some random 8- or 9-year-old approaching her and asking her 'how to play the game.'  I'd call her 'Ticketmaster,' but that'd be mean:  I haven't yet forgiven them for price gouging in the early 2000s.  I'll hold a grudge, folks.
Having a healthy snack at the snack bar.
Okay, she did get out there once.  Baby steps, folks.  Baby steps.
I have no idea where, when or why this picture was taken.  It's weird and I'm a little uncomfortable about so many things in this picture going unanswered.  All I do know is that the woman in the background there sure is enjoying the hell out of her food.
Checking out a 'care package' from grandparents.
Part Valentine's Day, Part St. Patrick's Day.  It's easier this way.
This may be the creepiest thing I've ever found in Alayna's backpack. . .
Nobody ever believes us when we tell them our dog is one of the laziest animals they'll ever meet.  Usually, when Watson's around company or other dogs, he's wound up and barking, or otherwise in people's business, trying to be pet.  This, more or less, is how my kids behave when they're in 'show off' mode around extended family, so maybe the dog's just behaving like the girls. . .  or the girls are just behaving like the dog.  Who knows.  Either way, it's annoying.
When you're married to Col. Brian J. Hough, ladies, every day is Valentine's Day.
One of Alayna's BFFs, Madi, invited a small, select group of kids over to her house for a sleepover for her birthday party.  Her mom was nice enough to send Kris pictures as the night progressed, which included a lot of games, crafts, and activities for the kids to do.
Kris has entertained the idea of having a few of Alayna's closest friends over for something similar when it comes time to celebrate Alayna's birthday.  The bar has definitely been raised, though.
Some dog, begging for popcorn.
Some other dog, begging for popcorn.
- Brian

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Randoms from November

Walking back from the Larson house after school. . .
And so we find ourselves at the end of another month, America.

November was frickin' busy. . . and abnormally warm.  Those of you who respect the knowledge of the worldwide scientific community could probably blame this in on climate change and global warming.

Those of you who are Republicans could probably blame this on Obama.

We Houghs really didn't mind the warmer weather, but towards the end of the month we were ready for the leaf-raking season to be over and done with, and embraced the colder temperatures when they finally got off their ass and decided to show up to Mid Michigan.  Looking back we definitely kept busy these last few weeks, and aside from the crap I've talked about before in previous installments this month, below is a list of random stuff that otherwise befell the Houghs 2.0.

Enjoy.

Abby reaches for some leaves to pull down (her vertical isn't quite there yet.)
Just like they did in the Primaries, the girls accompanied me to our local polling location to Vote (I had the day off, so we went up in the late morning and experienced no lines whatsoever- must've missed the before-work rush, thank God.)  Sadly, the Third Party candidate we were supporting didn't have a shot at winning, but we still wanted to show the girls the importance of backing the candidate you felt was the best choice, not necessarily the 'lesser of two evils.'
Fall debris on the back patio
Alayna had a sleepover with one of her BFFs from school, Madi.  Kris took the girls (along with Abby and her neighbor friend from across the street, Reba) out for dinner at McDonald's. . . all by herself.  I was lucky enough to stay behind and not deal with a gaggle of little girls in public.
Putting the kids to work.
Kris was in charge of Girl Scout Cookies this year for the troop she's co-leading.  I was obviously pretty cool with this gigantic stack of food in my living room.
Yes, that's in Sharpie.  Having kids sucks.
I was able to catch this dude with a telephoto just as he was making a mad dash across the street from the neighbors' house.  Homeboy really wanted that gourd.
Our lazy dog
We let the girls put up their Christmas tree in the basement the weekend before Thanksgiving, since it's not the main one and only serves as a spill-over receptacle for all the ornaments that we've deemed 'not cool enough' for our main, Hallmark-ridden tree upstairs.
(She's special.)
The not-quite-finished product (as you know from an earlier post, we bought a star for it this year.)
Picnics in the living room
We drove up for a Saturday visit to Clare one weekend, as we hadn't done so in awhile and wouldn't be around for Thanksgiving.  While we were there the girls busted out our old Bop It game (circa 1994) from the game closet downstairs.  The Extreme version was too much for the kids, but they liked the normal one.
Dad shows her how it's done. . .
Messy, messy guinea pigs.  Kris and I are starting to think we bit off more than we could chew with these furballs. . .
My shadow.
Breaking out the Christmas mugs (and that annoying Snowman that sits atop our toilet every Holiday season - the girls love him.)
Festive kitchen
Festive record collection
When Granny passed, Yours Truly took the opportunity to loot about six or seven car-loads of stuff from her house.  Among my plunder were three totes worth of Christmas decorations, including these Nutcrackers. . . which we had to ban the girls from playing with.
The Friday before Thanksgiving, as previously mentioned, is the traditional starting point for the Hough Holiday Season.  This dates back to when I had a week off of work at my old school in Orlando, and so our holidays technically started that Friday before Thanksgiving.  Staying true to tradition, I hauled up the many, many totes of Christmas crap - except for the totes containing Christmas tree ornaments, which we save until Black Friday - and had the girls help me set things up.
. . . so of course it ended up turning into a big, yule-tide fight between the two girls.
'Tis the season.
Due to the awesome warmer weather, I put the house lights up the second week of November, but didn't turn them on until Black Friday (as to not appear tacky.)  I then got to sit back and pity all of my neighbors, who waited until after Thanksgiving to put up their lights, and got to do so in 20-degree weather.
Another day, another girl scout cookie booth.  This time at a local K-Mart.
Abby and Susie
Our mountainous stack of Girl Scout Cookies in the living room and shrunk considerably. . .
Taking a break from some Holiday shopping at the Midland Mall.  Abby didn't know what this phone was all about - her brain couldn't wrap around the fact that it was plugged into a wall and you had to pay to use it.  I'm frickin' old.
Susie and Fuzzy, piggin' out over some Timothy Hay. 
Dinner and a Movie in the basement. . . in front of our not-so-big screen TV.
That's toothpaste, America.  Why did I take a picture of this, you might ask?  Because it's on THE FRICKIN' CEILING.  And Yours Truly sure as hell didn't put it there. 
First Egg Nog cocktail of the 2016 Holiday season.
Abby's troop, freezing their collective asses off at another cookie both (this time outside Family Video.)
No idea why everyone's so happy, here - it was freezing outside.
Abby's Sales Pitch
Huddle time
. . . and again at yet another Girl Scout cookie booth.  I'm SO done with cookies and girl scouts this year.
No idea where or when this was taken.  Kris doesn't help much with this blog anymore.
Alayna had a friend from school, Dani, over for a play date one Saturday. 
Kris and I bought ourselves some Fitbits this year, since we decided we're getting to the age where we need to start taking better care of ourselves.  Neither of us need to lose weight or anything like that, but we're definitely out of shape.  Motivating each other to get off our asses once and awhile can't be a bad thing, I guess.  She got the Alta and I picked up the Charge 2 (which has all the same features as the Alta, just with a bigger screen and a heart-rate monitor.)
An afternoon stroll down Raponos Drive with Dr. Watson
- Brian