Hello Everyone.
For my 3-year-old daughter Neva, her "maturity" has her no less attracted to the bright lights on the Christmas tree than her 6-month-old brother Milo.
Neva came into the kitchen the other day and took an oven mitt from the drawer. "What do you need that for, Neva?" I queried, as she tried to hide it behind her back.
"I need it to touch the lights," she said as she left the kitchen in the direction of the living room. "Now, remember, you can't be mad at me. 'Cuz I'm being safe -- I'm using the oven mitt."
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Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, December 17, 2003
Friday, December 12, 2003
To Sleep, To Sleep ...
Hello Everyone.
You know, it's a crime that parents can tell time and young children can't. More specifically the offense is not that they can't tell the time it's more that they don't know when we parents are misleading them about it.
Like tonight for instance. It's already dark outside even though we just finished dinner. And my 4-year-old daughter is rather cranky and as a result, bedtime will be over an hour earlier than normal. I know this because I can tell time. She doesn't because she can't.
I know I am being a little dishonest but what am I to do? If I tell Neva that she's going to bed early, she'll put up a fuss telling me she's not tired, even though the slightest things are upsetting her. It's for her own good I keep telling myself, but I can't escape the feeling that I am deceiving her.
But of course, if her behavior worsens because she's so tired, I'll wind up getting cranky too and scolding her inappropriately. Then I'll feel even guiltier for something that can be avoided. So, off to bed it is.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
You know, it's a crime that parents can tell time and young children can't. More specifically the offense is not that they can't tell the time it's more that they don't know when we parents are misleading them about it.
Like tonight for instance. It's already dark outside even though we just finished dinner. And my 4-year-old daughter is rather cranky and as a result, bedtime will be over an hour earlier than normal. I know this because I can tell time. She doesn't because she can't.
I know I am being a little dishonest but what am I to do? If I tell Neva that she's going to bed early, she'll put up a fuss telling me she's not tired, even though the slightest things are upsetting her. It's for her own good I keep telling myself, but I can't escape the feeling that I am deceiving her.
But of course, if her behavior worsens because she's so tired, I'll wind up getting cranky too and scolding her inappropriately. Then I'll feel even guiltier for something that can be avoided. So, off to bed it is.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Snooze Math ...
There is a certain type of math that completely escapes me. It really only involves simple addition and being able to tell time. But nonetheless, I never manage to get the addition to work out.
Take for instance my 18-month-old son Milo sleeping habits. He usually wakes up at around 7:00 a.m., has his only nap just after lunch for an hour or so, and goes to bed around 9:00 p.m. So on a normal day, he will sleep 12 hours give or take.
But occasionally, a day comes when Milo refuses to go to sleep for his nap. Then around dinnertime, he falls asleep for about 15 minutes, a catnap of sorts. Using simple math, if he sleeps 12 hours normally but on this day he has missed one hour, he should then sleep 11 more hours tonight. Makes sense doesn't it?
Not really, at least not for Milo. Not only is he an hour behind without his nap but he will somehow stay up an extra hour that night. A grand total of 2 hours of missed sleep by my calculations. Now you would think he'd wake up 2 hours later the next morning, but not even that works out. Bright and early at 7:00 a.m. the next morning, there's Milo, happy as a lark.
It just doesn't add up.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Take for instance my 18-month-old son Milo sleeping habits. He usually wakes up at around 7:00 a.m., has his only nap just after lunch for an hour or so, and goes to bed around 9:00 p.m. So on a normal day, he will sleep 12 hours give or take.
But occasionally, a day comes when Milo refuses to go to sleep for his nap. Then around dinnertime, he falls asleep for about 15 minutes, a catnap of sorts. Using simple math, if he sleeps 12 hours normally but on this day he has missed one hour, he should then sleep 11 more hours tonight. Makes sense doesn't it?
Not really, at least not for Milo. Not only is he an hour behind without his nap but he will somehow stay up an extra hour that night. A grand total of 2 hours of missed sleep by my calculations. Now you would think he'd wake up 2 hours later the next morning, but not even that works out. Bright and early at 7:00 a.m. the next morning, there's Milo, happy as a lark.
It just doesn't add up.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, December 10, 2003
Planning Ahead ...
Hello Everyone.
I was just putting my 4-year-old daughter Neva to bed but she was very talkative and was having trouble settling down.
"Do you know who I want to invite to my birthday party?" she asked. "I want to invite..." and went on to list 5 of her friends from her Kindergarten class.
"Well, you know," I responded, "your birthday is a long way off and you might think differently by then." After all, her birthday isn't until September.
There was a long pause before she said, "Wait, I changed my mind, I want to invite..."
It's gonna be a long 9 months!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
I was just putting my 4-year-old daughter Neva to bed but she was very talkative and was having trouble settling down.
"Do you know who I want to invite to my birthday party?" she asked. "I want to invite..." and went on to list 5 of her friends from her Kindergarten class.
"Well, you know," I responded, "your birthday is a long way off and you might think differently by then." After all, her birthday isn't until September.
There was a long pause before she said, "Wait, I changed my mind, I want to invite..."
It's gonna be a long 9 months!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, December 08, 2003
House Cleaning ...
Hello Everyone.
Just a little bit of house cleaning today:
First and foremost, the winners have been chosen for the "Win an Autographed Copy of S.D. Tower's The Assasins of Tamurin Contest" so be sure to check your email to see if you won one of 11 copies of this exclusive ContestHound.com prize.
Secondly, if you haven't already done so, sign up for a free ContestHound.com myContest account so that you can keep track of only those contests your are interested in. Fast and simple sign up and easy to use to boot. [Click here to sign up]
Finally, if you missed Friday's edition, be sure to check it out. There is some very special news that you won't want to miss. [Click here]
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Just a little bit of house cleaning today:
First and foremost, the winners have been chosen for the "Win an Autographed Copy of S.D. Tower's The Assasins of Tamurin Contest" so be sure to check your email to see if you won one of 11 copies of this exclusive ContestHound.com prize.
Secondly, if you haven't already done so, sign up for a free ContestHound.com myContest account so that you can keep track of only those contests your are interested in. Fast and simple sign up and easy to use to boot. [Click here to sign up]
Finally, if you missed Friday's edition, be sure to check it out. There is some very special news that you won't want to miss. [Click here]
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, December 04, 2003
Taking Your Lumps ...
Hello Everyone.
It was a busy day around the ContestHound.com household. More work than time it seems. Taking a few short cuts to wring a few more minutes out of the day, I left my 18-month-old son Milo eating Macaroni and Cheese for dinner while I was working in my office.
Every few minutes I peaked around the corner to make sure he was still eating and that his 4-year-old sister wasn't distracting him. And each time I looked, he was still happily mushing around his ever-diminishing pile of noodles.
When Milo finally was finished, I was surprised by how much he had eaten. I went over to clean him up and as I lifted him out of his high chair I noticed a rather suspicious lump protruding from his belly. You have no idea how surprised I was to find all his noodles stuffed down his shirt and into his diaper.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
It was a busy day around the ContestHound.com household. More work than time it seems. Taking a few short cuts to wring a few more minutes out of the day, I left my 18-month-old son Milo eating Macaroni and Cheese for dinner while I was working in my office.
Every few minutes I peaked around the corner to make sure he was still eating and that his 4-year-old sister wasn't distracting him. And each time I looked, he was still happily mushing around his ever-diminishing pile of noodles.
When Milo finally was finished, I was surprised by how much he had eaten. I went over to clean him up and as I lifted him out of his high chair I noticed a rather suspicious lump protruding from his belly. You have no idea how surprised I was to find all his noodles stuffed down his shirt and into his diaper.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 25, 2003
Clever is as Clever Does ...
Hello Everyone.
Sometimes it is really interesting the clever ways children try to avoid going to bed. My 4-year-old daughter Neva decided tonight that she needed to know whose birthday was when.
"When's Mommy's birthday?" she began, after I turned off the light. I answered. "And Daddy, when is yours?" she continued. I answered again. Soon we had made it through the rest of our family and had begun with some of our neighbors.
"Neva," I said, "it's time to go to sleep."
"But just one more daddy!" she pleaded.
"One more then," I allowed.
"When is everybody's?"
"On their birthday Neva, on their birthday."
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Sometimes it is really interesting the clever ways children try to avoid going to bed. My 4-year-old daughter Neva decided tonight that she needed to know whose birthday was when.
"When's Mommy's birthday?" she began, after I turned off the light. I answered. "And Daddy, when is yours?" she continued. I answered again. Soon we had made it through the rest of our family and had begun with some of our neighbors.
"Neva," I said, "it's time to go to sleep."
"But just one more daddy!" she pleaded.
"One more then," I allowed.
"When is everybody's?"
"On their birthday Neva, on their birthday."
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 24, 2003
Latest Web Site Update ...
Hello Everyone.
As many of you have already noticed, there are lots of changes going on at ContestHound.com. Be sure to visit the site and create you own personal myContests account so that you can keep track of only those contests you are interested in (check the link at the top of this newsletter).
Hopefully by the time the tomorrow's issue comes out, I'll be able to get back to writing the stories that you usually find here.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
As many of you have already noticed, there are lots of changes going on at ContestHound.com. Be sure to visit the site and create you own personal myContests account so that you can keep track of only those contests you are interested in (check the link at the top of this newsletter).
Hopefully by the time the tomorrow's issue comes out, I'll be able to get back to writing the stories that you usually find here.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Alphab-b-b-bet ...
Hello Everyone.
Since starting school, my 4-year-old daughter Neva seems to have developed a strange speech defect. They're learning to read and, with that, the sounds of the letters of the alphabet. Now Neva walks around quite frequently, saying things like:
"Muh ... muh ... muh ... Mommy? Can wuh ... wuh ... wuh ... we huh .. huh ... huh ...have macarrr ... errr ... errr ... rrroni and ch ... ch ... ch ... cheese for duh .. duh ... duh ... duh ... dinner?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Since starting school, my 4-year-old daughter Neva seems to have developed a strange speech defect. They're learning to read and, with that, the sounds of the letters of the alphabet. Now Neva walks around quite frequently, saying things like:
"Muh ... muh ... muh ... Mommy? Can wuh ... wuh ... wuh ... we huh .. huh ... huh ...have macarrr ... errr ... errr ... rrroni and ch ... ch ... ch ... cheese for duh .. duh ... duh ... duh ... dinner?"
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Wanted: One Bulldozer ...
Hello Everyone.
The other day I was tidying up a few things when I came across a pair of used roller blades that my neighbour had given me. Space comes at a premium in our humble abode and I was stumped about where to put them. My 4-year-old daughter Neva picked one up and instructed me to pick up the other and follow her.
"Where are you going to put them?" I asked.
"In the closet," she replied, as she stuffed the first one in. "That's where we keep all the junk that doesn't fit anybody anymore."
I guess it's time to do a little more re-organizing!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
The other day I was tidying up a few things when I came across a pair of used roller blades that my neighbour had given me. Space comes at a premium in our humble abode and I was stumped about where to put them. My 4-year-old daughter Neva picked one up and instructed me to pick up the other and follow her.
"Where are you going to put them?" I asked.
"In the closet," she replied, as she stuffed the first one in. "That's where we keep all the junk that doesn't fit anybody anymore."
I guess it's time to do a little more re-organizing!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 10, 2003
Snips and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails ...
Hello Everyone.
While my 17-month-old son Milo climbs my desk to talk on the phone quite regularly, this time he slipped and hit his head on the way down. None of us were in the room when it happened and when I found him, although quite bloodied and clearly distraught, Milo had already moved to the living room and was watching television.
Once the bleeding stopped he was his normal self again, running and playing in the emergency room, making us wonder if we were wasting time sitting around waiting among all those other sick kids. Three and a half hours later, they glued his head back together and we were sent home with instructions to keep an eye out for signs of a concussion: excessive sleepiness, trouble walking, vomiting, etc.
Within a few short hours, Milo and his 4-year-old sister Neva were chasing each other around the apartment, laughing and giggling and squealing with excitement. Milo ended the day with two fresh bruises from bumping into doors, floors and Neva.
Looks like we've got ourselves a bumpy 15 years ahead of us!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
While my 17-month-old son Milo climbs my desk to talk on the phone quite regularly, this time he slipped and hit his head on the way down. None of us were in the room when it happened and when I found him, although quite bloodied and clearly distraught, Milo had already moved to the living room and was watching television.
Once the bleeding stopped he was his normal self again, running and playing in the emergency room, making us wonder if we were wasting time sitting around waiting among all those other sick kids. Three and a half hours later, they glued his head back together and we were sent home with instructions to keep an eye out for signs of a concussion: excessive sleepiness, trouble walking, vomiting, etc.
Within a few short hours, Milo and his 4-year-old sister Neva were chasing each other around the apartment, laughing and giggling and squealing with excitement. Milo ended the day with two fresh bruises from bumping into doors, floors and Neva.
Looks like we've got ourselves a bumpy 15 years ahead of us!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Learning By Example ...
Hello Everyone.
We have an occasional problem with our outgoing and social 4-year-old daughter Neva visiting the neighbors without our knowledge. Since we know all our neighbors well, this is not a safety concern, however not knowing where she is obviously worrisome. She doesn't do this too frequently, but it's a rule in our house -- "no visiting without telling" -- that is being broken. Once we retrieve her, we read the riot act once again and she gets a "logical consequence" type punishment, like no visiting at all for the rest of the day. Still, we're not sure she's getting the point.
Well, the other day I asked Neva to call Daddy in for dinner. I thought he was out on the balcony. Neva came back in and started putting on her coat. "I can't find him," she informed me. She was obviously going to look for him. I reminded her not to leave the building without me and said I'd help her look in a minute.
As I was about to leave, Neva had returned and was leading her Daddy by the hand through the apartment. He looked guilty and abashed. Seems she had found him coming back from the corner store. "Daddy needs a time out for leaving without telling us," she reprimanded.
Perhaps our message is getting through after all!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
We have an occasional problem with our outgoing and social 4-year-old daughter Neva visiting the neighbors without our knowledge. Since we know all our neighbors well, this is not a safety concern, however not knowing where she is obviously worrisome. She doesn't do this too frequently, but it's a rule in our house -- "no visiting without telling" -- that is being broken. Once we retrieve her, we read the riot act once again and she gets a "logical consequence" type punishment, like no visiting at all for the rest of the day. Still, we're not sure she's getting the point.
Well, the other day I asked Neva to call Daddy in for dinner. I thought he was out on the balcony. Neva came back in and started putting on her coat. "I can't find him," she informed me. She was obviously going to look for him. I reminded her not to leave the building without me and said I'd help her look in a minute.
As I was about to leave, Neva had returned and was leading her Daddy by the hand through the apartment. He looked guilty and abashed. Seems she had found him coming back from the corner store. "Daddy needs a time out for leaving without telling us," she reprimanded.
Perhaps our message is getting through after all!
Happy sweeping,
Kathleen Gunther
Editor, ContestHound.com
Monday, November 03, 2003
Housekeeping ...
Hello Everyone.
Just a bit of housekeeping for a Monday...
I am diligently working on the new design for ContestHound.com and it should be live in the next week or so. Look for some great new features including what I call "myContests" where you can save any contest on the site to your own little place. Should make keeping track of your contests much faster and easier. I'll keep you posted on the progress.
Also, if you email provider/system has a whitelist, friend's list, approved address list or any type of email filtering make sure that you add webmaster@contesthound.com, that way, you'll be sure to receive the Daily Contest Update. You'd be surprised to learn that many of your emails may be filtered out without your knowledge, including this one.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Just a bit of housekeeping for a Monday...
I am diligently working on the new design for ContestHound.com and it should be live in the next week or so. Look for some great new features including what I call "myContests" where you can save any contest on the site to your own little place. Should make keeping track of your contests much faster and easier. I'll keep you posted on the progress.
Also, if you email provider/system has a whitelist, friend's list, approved address list or any type of email filtering make sure that you add webmaster@contesthound.com, that way, you'll be sure to receive the Daily Contest Update. You'd be surprised to learn that many of your emails may be filtered out without your knowledge, including this one.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, October 30, 2003
A Day at the Dentist ...
Hello Everyone.
My 4-year-old daughter Neva and I went to the dentisttoday. We both needed our regular check-ups, cleaning andwhat-not. You would think that this type of adventure wouldbe upsetting for a little kid but quite the contrary.
I went first so that Neva would get an idea of what was goingon and a good thing since I had no idea myself. Seems thatNeva managed to squeeze herself about as close as one couldwithout actually climbing into my mouth. She then puther arm over my eyes so that I wouldn't be scared. Annoyingbut kinda cute.
When it was her turn, she crawled around the dentist'soffice barking like a dog for a few minutes before finallyclimbing into the chair. And that was it. No complaints, nofear, no nothin'. What a kid!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
My 4-year-old daughter Neva and I went to the dentisttoday. We both needed our regular check-ups, cleaning andwhat-not. You would think that this type of adventure wouldbe upsetting for a little kid but quite the contrary.
I went first so that Neva would get an idea of what was goingon and a good thing since I had no idea myself. Seems thatNeva managed to squeeze herself about as close as one couldwithout actually climbing into my mouth. She then puther arm over my eyes so that I wouldn't be scared. Annoyingbut kinda cute.
When it was her turn, she crawled around the dentist'soffice barking like a dog for a few minutes before finallyclimbing into the chair. And that was it. No complaints, nofear, no nothin'. What a kid!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, October 29, 2003
In the Eye of the Beholder ...
Hello Everyone.
There is road construction that started early this morning on our street corner and my 2-year-old daughter was immediately fascinated with the big machinery. The sounds of the engines would bring Neva time and again to my second story office window. Each and every time she would tell me about the goings on and not once did she forget to mention the Ladybugs.
Ladybugs. I was perplexed. I looked over every inch of the window, along the frame, inside and out to no avail. It wasn't until this evening that I realized that the construction workers where all wearing bright orange vests. Ladybugs!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
There is road construction that started early this morning on our street corner and my 2-year-old daughter was immediately fascinated with the big machinery. The sounds of the engines would bring Neva time and again to my second story office window. Each and every time she would tell me about the goings on and not once did she forget to mention the Ladybugs.
Ladybugs. I was perplexed. I looked over every inch of the window, along the frame, inside and out to no avail. It wasn't until this evening that I realized that the construction workers where all wearing bright orange vests. Ladybugs!
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Go East ...
Hello Everyone.
My 4-year-old daughter Neva always enjoys her daily trip to the school library. All the kids are given the opportunity to select whatever books they are interested in and Neva has brought home some very interesting titles:
New Brunswick, a 20-year-old geography book.
101 Monster Jokes, suitable only for 10-year-old boys.
The Caribbean Islands, a history of the people book.
What is really amazing is that as soon as she gets home with her treasures, she manages to incorprate them into her play. Today, she piled all of her toys onto the table, put a chair in front of it and drove east to Moncton, New Brunswick and then on to the Bay of Fundy.
Now how did she know it was east?
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
My 4-year-old daughter Neva always enjoys her daily trip to the school library. All the kids are given the opportunity to select whatever books they are interested in and Neva has brought home some very interesting titles:
New Brunswick, a 20-year-old geography book.
101 Monster Jokes, suitable only for 10-year-old boys.
The Caribbean Islands, a history of the people book.
What is really amazing is that as soon as she gets home with her treasures, she manages to incorprate them into her play. Today, she piled all of her toys onto the table, put a chair in front of it and drove east to Moncton, New Brunswick and then on to the Bay of Fundy.
Now how did she know it was east?
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Monday, October 27, 2003
Rain, Rain, Go Away ...
Hello Everyone.
We had a rainy weekend and so both my 4-year-old daughter Neva and her 16-month-old brother Milo spent their whole time indoors. They watched too much television, nibbled on snacks, played together and played apart. They ran through the house, talked way too loud and didn't put most of their toys away.
Today, Neva is in school and Milo is quietly playing by himself. And me, I am about to go sit down and do absolutely nothing, at least for a little while.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
We had a rainy weekend and so both my 4-year-old daughter Neva and her 16-month-old brother Milo spent their whole time indoors. They watched too much television, nibbled on snacks, played together and played apart. They ran through the house, talked way too loud and didn't put most of their toys away.
Today, Neva is in school and Milo is quietly playing by himself. And me, I am about to go sit down and do absolutely nothing, at least for a little while.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Friday, October 24, 2003
A Whale of a Story ... Part 2
Hello Everyone.
Judging by the response from a number of readers, yesterday's cliff hanger still needs to be resolved. So, here is a repeat of yesterday's story with a new ending -- just like those DVD's you can buy ...
Sometimes you do something that at the time seems completely benign. Take for instance today, when I cleaned the goldfish bowl. I put the fish into a cup in the kitchen and left the bowl sitting in the bathtub so that the water would acclimatize.
Now, imagine the catastrophe when my 4-year-old daughter Neva, having just returned from playing outside, rushed into the bathroom to pee. I think it was the bone rattling scream that caught my attention, and I ran to see what was the matter.
Crying hysterically and yelling mostly unitelligble words, she stood there at the bathroom door, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed pointing to the empty fishbowl. I quickly tried to reassure her that her fish was fine swimming in a cup in the kitchen. But I couldn't help laughing quietly at the site of this utterly frantic little girl, distraught over her fish, all the while still having to really, really, really go pee.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Judging by the response from a number of readers, yesterday's cliff hanger still needs to be resolved. So, here is a repeat of yesterday's story with a new ending -- just like those DVD's you can buy ...
Sometimes you do something that at the time seems completely benign. Take for instance today, when I cleaned the goldfish bowl. I put the fish into a cup in the kitchen and left the bowl sitting in the bathtub so that the water would acclimatize.
Now, imagine the catastrophe when my 4-year-old daughter Neva, having just returned from playing outside, rushed into the bathroom to pee. I think it was the bone rattling scream that caught my attention, and I ran to see what was the matter.
Crying hysterically and yelling mostly unitelligble words, she stood there at the bathroom door, bouncing up and down with her legs crossed pointing to the empty fishbowl. I quickly tried to reassure her that her fish was fine swimming in a cup in the kitchen. But I couldn't help laughing quietly at the site of this utterly frantic little girl, distraught over her fish, all the while still having to really, really, really go pee.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Thursday, October 23, 2003
A Whale of a Story ...
Hello Everyone.
Sometimes you do something that at the time seems completely benign. Take for instance today, when I cleaned the goldfish bowl. I put the fish into a cup in the kitchen and left the bowl sitting in the bathtub so that the water would acclimatize.
Now, imagine the catastrophe when my 4-year-old daughter Neva, having just returned from playing outside, rushed into the bathroom to pee.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Sometimes you do something that at the time seems completely benign. Take for instance today, when I cleaned the goldfish bowl. I put the fish into a cup in the kitchen and left the bowl sitting in the bathtub so that the water would acclimatize.
Now, imagine the catastrophe when my 4-year-old daughter Neva, having just returned from playing outside, rushed into the bathroom to pee.
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
Wednesday, October 22, 2003
One Ringy-Dingy ...
Hello Everyone.
My 16-month-old son Milo really enjoys talking on the telephone, except of course if there is anyone there. He'll babble endlessly to the dial-tone but hardly utters a word otherwise.
The other night I got this brilliant idea. Rather than having Milo climb onto my desk to get to the telephone, I just unplugged it and put it on the floor for him. Since then, I haven't had a phone; I haven't had to clean up my desk either ... but ... what if Reader's Digest was trying to call to tell me I'm their next millionaire?
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
My 16-month-old son Milo really enjoys talking on the telephone, except of course if there is anyone there. He'll babble endlessly to the dial-tone but hardly utters a word otherwise.
The other night I got this brilliant idea. Rather than having Milo climb onto my desk to get to the telephone, I just unplugged it and put it on the floor for him. Since then, I haven't had a phone; I haven't had to clean up my desk either ... but ... what if Reader's Digest was trying to call to tell me I'm their next millionaire?
Happy sweeping,
Bob Gunther
Webmaster, ContestHound.com
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