Friday 09 October 2009
Oct 09
Ok, this is just awesome.

written by mrlloyd

Tuesday 28 July 2009
Jul 28
I recently attended the Buggies and Blues carshow this July and came across a nice bit of functional automotive art. An engine block that had been gutted and fitted with everything needed for a BBQ Grill!



Having never seen one before I was surprised to find that this had been done a few years ago already. Check out the link here.

written by mrlloyd

Thursday 25 June 2009
Jun 25
I love pedicures, I love being pampered especially when it comes to my feet. If my husband offers to rub my feet, I will never turn it down. In fact once he dared me that he would give me a foot rub if I took a swig of a nasty BBQ sauce that I had mixed with beer so that it tasted better...I got my foot rub :-) I love painting my toe nails, nothing feels quite so feminine has having fire engine red toe nails peeking out at me. Some days when I haven't done anything, and I'm an absolute mess, I need to wash my hair, my face, my teeth, my shirt is covered in stains. I can look down at my feet and see my sexy toes. It perks me up just a little.

On the other hand to cut my three year old Daughters toe nails is a wrestling match. She won't sit still! So one day out of frustration after failing to cut my daughters toenails, my husband was trying to console and get her to sit still since she was wailing "It will hurt, It will hurt." she cries.
I grab a nail file, the toe nail clippers, and nail polish remover and nail polish. I decided I'm going to give myself a pedicure. So I start with clipping my nails, my daughter is softly hiccuping as daddy rocks her. Then I file my toe nails. "What you doing, Mommy?" she asks. "Giving myself a pedicure." She slides off Daddy's lap and walks tentatively over to me. I use nail polish remover and get rid of old nail polish on my toes, and clean out any gunk that I find. Then I start applying the polish. She leans way over my toes as I paint, and I have to keep moving my foot so that I can see what I'm doing around my daughters head. "OOOOhhhh pretty!!!" She says when I'm done.
So I ask, "Would you like mommy to paint your toenails?" She nods, So I start to file her nails.
"That tickles." she squirms.
"What color would you like your toes."
She picks Fire Engine red. That's my girl.

Currently my daughter has purple toe nails that are neatly filed, and now asks me if she could have her toes done. Yes she still squirms because "it tickles," so it isn't the neatest pedicure, but anything is better than the sobbing wrestling matches that it once was.

Now my only dilemma is, how do I convince my son to have a pedicure too.

written by admin

Tuesday 23 June 2009
Jun 23
I had a surprise on my desk for me this morning. As a consequence of many of the conversations I have with my team we have a certain team member that tends to be inspired to create comical images in his spare time at the office. Since we have photos of everyone in the office he has plenty of fodder to fulfill his evil desires.

So as a consequence of one such conversation I present the following image. I happened to be talking about the movie Tropic Thunder and threw out the line in the movie about Crocodile Dundee: "Pump your brakes son. That man's a national treasure."

written by mrlloyd

Thursday 11 June 2009
Jun 11
So, I was thrilled when Evelyn became potty trained, unfortunately with the flooding and living with my parents she began to regress and become un-potty trained. Frustrated, I scoured the internet looking for a solution. Advice abounded and the American Academy of Pediatrics recommended to ask the child how they would train a favorite toy or stuffed animal how to potty train. And as a parent to observe the behavior to see how you are reacting, and then maybe that would help you help the child.
Ah-ha, I think Evelyn has a stuffed doggie, she carries it wherever she goes. I will apply the sound science of the AAP. So as Evelyn is playing with her doggie I ask,
"Evelyn, how would you show doggie to use the potty?"
She looks at me then at her doggie, and replies. "But mommy, Doggie doesn't have a butt."

How can I argue with that logic?

written by mmlloyd

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