Highfalutinhobo@gmail.com

Tales from the tabler household.

Mmmmm raw bacon. Just needs a cardboard shovel and a nice chianti

“I was at the grocery store tonight. I’d had chicken fingers for dinner, but that didn’t quite do the trick: felt kinda snackish, figured some cold cuts would about hit the spot. Looked at my options, wasn’t feelin’ the salami or the prosciutto, so I grabbed something that looked kinda bacon-y.  
Driving home, opened up my treat. Looked rather oilier than I had anticipated. Didn’t want to try and eat it with my fingers, but didn’t have anything really handy. So I tore a corner off of my chicken fingers box and used it for a kind of makeshift spoon.
Got home, snack finished. Looked again at the packaging. “Diced Pancetta.” Despite sitting – literally – between the salami and the prosciutto, it is not pre-cooked.
Turns out, my proudest moment is *not* the night I ate an entire package of diced raw bacon with a goddamn cardboard shovel. Somehow, the fact that it wasn’t just bacon, but fancy imported Italian bacon, isn’t helping. On the other hand, the cardboard shovel’s previous life as a fast food wrapper *does* make it a little worse.
All of this is a long way of saying that I can now be reached at highfalutinhobo@gmail.com.”

Nyuk nyuk nyuk

Tales from the tabler household.

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“Look daddy! Every time a bell rings a daughter accidentally nails her daddy in the nuts.”

My husbands poor poor family jewels..

“I was sitting on the couch, the other day, while Vivian was playing in the living room. She ran up to me, between my knees, like she usually does when she’s getting ready to crawl in my lap, but she stopped short.

“Daddy! Hi!”
“Hi! Hi, Vivian!”
“Ouch! Ouch!”

I look around – she does say “ouch” when she gets an owie, but she says “ouch” for a lot of other reasons that I haven’t figured out yet.

“What’sa matter, sweetie?”
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!”
“You OK? You alright”
“Ouch! Ouch!”
“What’s ouch, sweetie?”

All of a sudden, she winds up and W H A M. Knee in the groin.

“Hi! Ouch!”
“… seriously, kid? Did you get sick of Sesame Street and switch over to Three Stooges while no one was looking?”
“Oh no!”
“I think you mean ‘nyuk nyuk nyuk.'”

3 months!

Wow it has been three months since my last post.. slacker! Got out of the habit of writing, than didn’t feel like I had anything remotely interesting to write about. So what have I been up to? Well aside from running screaming from political posts on facebook, I have been making a busy book for my kid. “Why,” you ask?  I have no idea, aside from the fact that I like felt. Yay felt! A material that has really no other use than making crazy busy books that will entertain my kid for a few mins. Plus they have the added bonus of allowing me to exercise my incredibly geeky self.. hello Star Wars, Dr, Who, and Firefly pages. I might even throw in an incredible lieutenant Riker beard page. Seriously, have you seen that mans beard? It needs an instagram..


I kid, I kid, that’s Data.

 


He is looking majestically into the ether, as it looks back upon him and gives him a head nod for his amazing beard.

 

Anywho back to our regularly schedule blog post.

Here are some of the recent pages I have been creating. No theme really just seeing things on Pinterest I like and saying to myself, “Yo, I can do that.” Well not really with the “yo.” I’m not cool.


 

If there is any interest I’ll make How-tos and I will keep update on my progress on these. It is fun because I can let my inner geek out.