Weekend Things

Paul Konerko just hit a grand slam off Qualls. First pitch, too, and now it's 6-4 in the 7th inning. Hoo boy.

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Good weekend here, baseball aside. Got my development test score back: 80. The highest was an 88, in fact. He knows it was a tough test. Instead of curving, he's made us a novel offer: Write out answers to the ones we missed and we can get half credit back. I'll take it. I'll walk away with an A, after all is said and done (unless there's something about this he's not telling us).

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Yesterday afternoon we put up our Halloween decorations, which went well. THEBOY and I carved a couple jack o' lanterns, then arranged all the little pumpkins and hay and corn and stuff Kelli picked up that morning. Then came lights, props... nice.

We also hit Goodwill and the Army Navy store to get the stuff together for my Torgo costume. Still gotta make a replica of his walking stick (a long black pole with some sort of hand on the end) and figure out how to pad the knees.

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Man... kids eat free at Luby's on Saturdays. If I get a veggie plate, that means the four of us walk out for $10.81 for some decent food. I couldn't feed us four frozen dinners for that price.


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THEGIRL, that darling girl of ours, is showing a stubborn streak lately. She'll flat-out ignore you if you try to stop her from doing something. She has a one-track mind, and no volume or tone of voice makes a bit of difference to her. If you physically stop her she'll either slap you or throw something. She has tried to throw a plate of food more than once.

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We have a new tool. We've got a WHISTLE.

You read right.

If she's ignoring our admonitions to stop doing something, we cover our ears while a grownup gives a blast on that thing.

It gets her attention. It's effective thus far. In fact, it makes her hustle.

Not sure it's a great approach though. At some point she might learn to cover her own ears, or might stop caring altogether. But for now we're getting the message across at least.

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Monday looms. I'm really not in the mood for a work week already.