Divisive fact: House rules on games beat what’s listed on/in the box.

I say this because some of y’all been creating bloated over designed games that rely on a massive text book sized set of rules that impedes the fun we are trying to have. So if I should trim those rules down, or eliminate some clunky mechanics that’s a plus in my book. Why slavishly hold to the printed word if those words are either unclear, overly complicated, drag on the flow of the game, or are just upsettingly idiotic. So, now we have House Rules, and those outweigh the printed rules around here. Provided – he says. We all agree on them prior to playing. Can’t just be out here changing the rules on the fly. Unless! You all encounter a game crashing/ending bug that you all refuse to accept and can negotiate a new addendum rule to alleviate the issue. So that’s my thought on that. Like – the makers of Uno have these wild thoughts about what you can play after certain cards are dropped, and we say – yeah fuck that noise, we be about our own rules here my friend. +4’s on +4’s, as many +2’s as you have in your hand can be played at once, and if you get the smack down laid upon you, you gather your new horde of cards, and still get a turn to play card(s) if you have the number, colour, face card to do so, or else you pick up a card and the turn moves on. Don’t at me, I said what I said.

Pretty sure today is Saturday. Looks lovely outside, with the sunshine, blue skies, and reduced humidity. I need to bag up some wind blown apples for my friends horses this weekend. Best to clear them out before the wasps all settle in. They, the wasps that is, get so aggressive in late August and September.  Make the apple/pear trees a real hazard to have near by.

Once again I didn’t spend as much time utilizing our back patio as I would have liked. But since we go to the cottage several times a year, I sit looking out on the lake as opposed to the giant cedar hedge we have here. So not a downgrade, but it seems sad we don’t sit outdoors here much when we have the deck, stone patio, and a reasonably private space to be in with shade/sun, and breezes. I think our house would be better if the massive front & side yards were our actual back yard space. But it is what it is.

I was just interrupted by a massive Caterpillar crawling out from under the dishwasher across my kitchen floor. Beige-green in colour with a few long black spikes. How oddly random is that. I’ve gone ahead and scooped it up into a Tupperware container and put it outside on the deck. Where on earth would that have come from? Do we have gaps that lead in from outside under the counter/sink/dish washer? Is this a sign of some other expensive issue? I just can’t wait to find out.

Fridge is slowly heating up once again, but not icing over in the freezer portion, so that’s new, as far as the malfunctioning fridge sags goes. New water softener still isn’t right, but kind of works. Water heater was fixed with a new overflow valve, so that’s a check in the win column. Fun times.

The Party Doesn’t Stop Until We’ve Seen Tears, Blood Stains, and Vomit.

Welcome to the riveting weekend before Thanksgiving here in Canada, in this part of town we call that Fair Time! Fire works, rides, deep fried foods of questionable provenance, and all the friends & family you can shake a stick at. We saw the extremely loud and very entertaining Monster Trucks, we heard the truck pull, and have given the Midway a serious twice over, with about 8+ hours of hitting up the rides.

The food always smells so damn good. Reasonable pricing for a meal if you know where to look. I’m itching for some Tiny Tom’s donuts if I’m being honest. You know we work all Spring & Summer towards building a great fair experience for our kids and family, so when it finally gets here you really have to let go, be 8n the moment, and try to enjoy it all as much as possible. The weather the last two days has been exceptional given the time of year. So soak up some Rays, and have a great rest of your weekend!

I really love the fair at night. The lights, the glow and all of the hustle & bustle. Glad to have the Markham Fair back in action again. Ciao Bella!

Day Trippin’ : The Family Adventure Episode that got banned in several countries for foul language, but was actually hilarious in retrospect.

I don’t know much about you, but I curse a blue streak when I get mad and frustrated. Especially if it’s my kids pretending that they can’t do something that they’ve done by themselves a hundred times, but have grown instantaneously forgetful about, in public, under stress, where I’m the one holding something heavy and/or awkward waiting on them to complete the task. Bothers me just a lil’ bit. Lil’bit – yeah.

We haven’t had the opportunity to have too many partial family adventure days in the past. I used to take my eldest to the movies quite regularly, which was fantastic. Covid curbed that. But now I want to try taking them to Wonderland by myself, but I’m worried they will make me wait for rides and then balk at the last second, which will infuriate me. So part of me wants to try a smaller, less intimidating park, that isn’t as expensive. Because whoo boy, wasted money will ignite my bad mood quickly. Not that I’m waiting on bad things to happen, just to get mad about them. It’s merely a tried and true reality, and it saddens me. Irritates me to no end too.

We could do the Zoo for the fiftieth time, or try Legoland, or something like that. I want to get out to do something out of the ordinary for us. I just don’t know exactly what yet. The less expensive it is, the cooler I am with missed opportunities or mishaps. A mindset that comes from decades of being broke. I hate to pay good money to waste opportunity and experiences. I’ll have to learn to let that go. Just grates my nerves deep down. It hurts me to see good money (hard earned at that) wasted. Frivolously. Bah!

Who knows, maybe the weather will be bad, or I’ll have a slew of new projects come in that will force us to not go anywhere. Maybe I’ll take them to lunch and a wander around a mall. The youngest has gone feral with lack of social interactions. Need to retrain them to behave out in public again. They were real good at restaurants as very little children, but not able to do it now after 2.5 years of eating like a menace at home.

That’s more about our short comings rather than my kids. But being at home 24/7 with our whole family present for more than a year was far more than we had bargained for. At some points them just eating anything was a win, and style or etiquette fell by the wayside. One child became randomly fearful of everything conceivable and the other a stage five clinger at all points of the day. Covid and the various shut downs really hampered them both in real, yet strange ways. Getting back to school worked wonders for breaking those habits and fears. Weird times.

Buried somewhere in here is the belief that we will have a good time, and can make some lovely memories together doing something fun and exciting. Is it that hope that is secretly hilarious. Like Charlie Brown lining up on his field goal kick simply for Lucy to pull it away, every, single, time. Is that when hilarity ensues? I’m not sure. I have high Hope’s though! Ciao Bella!