Without really planning it, Kiddo and I walked in the Buccaneer Days parade today. We knew it was happening, but hadn't been sure about attending due to her dental work. It all worked out though, and we got to join in with some of her good friends, as we all walked along with her school group in the parade down Esquimalt Road. We couldn't have asked for better weather -- it was a beautiful day for a parade.
For the last leg of the tour, she even got to ride in the pirate boat buggy (seen here) that her friend's mom was pushing. There's a chance she will show up in the News Group papers, too, as a photographer took their photo and their info.
After the parade, we went to the midway, but didn't end up staying long. Kiddo was sad because, while she is now tall enough for some of the more exciting rides, she is now too tall for the Dragon Wagon, one of her favourites. Sigh.
I am hoping next weekend is mellow. Maybe just crafting or a quiet walk along the waterfront.
14 June 2008
13 June 2008
No! NO NO NO NO!!!
Sometimes, I just want to find the people who pitch things like this and slap them into another dimension.
And now I am going to light a candle for the end of childhoods everywhere. Morons.
[from kirtsy]
And now I am going to light a candle for the end of childhoods everywhere. Morons.
[from kirtsy]
Dental work for Kiddo....
Friday the thirteenth may or may not be seen as unlucky, but I am pretty sure that Kiddo will forever more equate it with the icky feelings that follow dental work.
Early this morning we trucked her into the office of a Pediatric Dentist -- his office is overflowing with dinosaurs and there is even a game system (a PS2) in the waiting area -- for an all-at-once marathon of dental work. Amazingly, the dentist did all of it inside an hour: filled 6 cavities, performed two pulpectomies (with crowns -- basically the juvenile equivalent of a root canal), sealed four adult molars, and extracted her "shark tooth" -- a baby tooth that was refusing to fall out despite the adult tooth coming in above it.
In a typically weird Victoria's-a-small-town moment, we ran into good friends of ours in the waiting room -- also bringing in their daughter for dental work.
She is still recovering; really didn't appreciate the after-effects of dizziness and double-vision (but she's clever enough to figure out that if she covered one eye, she felt better). She should be able to sleep off most of the ickiness, though, and if she feels up to it, we'll be headed for Buccaneer Days tomorrow.
Early this morning we trucked her into the office of a Pediatric Dentist -- his office is overflowing with dinosaurs and there is even a game system (a PS2) in the waiting area -- for an all-at-once marathon of dental work. Amazingly, the dentist did all of it inside an hour: filled 6 cavities, performed two pulpectomies (with crowns -- basically the juvenile equivalent of a root canal), sealed four adult molars, and extracted her "shark tooth" -- a baby tooth that was refusing to fall out despite the adult tooth coming in above it.
In a typically weird Victoria's-a-small-town moment, we ran into good friends of ours in the waiting room -- also bringing in their daughter for dental work.
She is still recovering; really didn't appreciate the after-effects of dizziness and double-vision (but she's clever enough to figure out that if she covered one eye, she felt better). She should be able to sleep off most of the ickiness, though, and if she feels up to it, we'll be headed for Buccaneer Days tomorrow.
12 June 2008
Parting (with stuff) is such sweet sorrow....
... or at least pain.
Psychologists at Stanford and the University of Pennsylvania have uncovered the following tidbit:
This explains a whole lot about the feelings of malaise I sometimes experience when trying to reduce accumulated clutter....
[full story -- as seen on BoingBoing]
Psychologists at Stanford and the University of Pennsylvania have uncovered the following tidbit:
"...the insula, which has a role in the experience of pain, and the greater mesial prefrontal cortex became activated when the subjects contemplated selling one of their items"
This explains a whole lot about the feelings of malaise I sometimes experience when trying to reduce accumulated clutter....
[full story -- as seen on BoingBoing]
This might be interesting....
Some time ago, I was lucky enough to get my hands on a copy of Temple of Cod, Adrienne Jones' novella which forms the first third of her full-length novel Brine. Despite not being drawn in by the cover art, I found myself unable to put the book down. (My original review is over at the Media Nook, should you wish to read it.)
It remains high on my list of fantasy/horror tales and I am curious to see where she takes the story next. It is available for pre-order now but if you visit the Brine site, you can also listen to the audio version of Temple of Cod for free, or download it once you register.
It remains high on my list of fantasy/horror tales and I am curious to see where she takes the story next. It is available for pre-order now but if you visit the Brine site, you can also listen to the audio version of Temple of Cod for free, or download it once you register.
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