CATS is the Zardoz of the new millennium. Fight me.

some malaphors I think about:

-we'll burn that bridge when we get to it
-if you can't stand the bull, get out of the china shop
-where there's smoke, there's mirrors
-fool me once, shame on you; teach a man to fool me, and I'll be fooled for the rest of my life
-come back to haunt you in the ass
-lets not beat around the dead horse
-beauty is in the eye of the tiger
-burning daylight at both ends
-apples to apples, dust to dust
-a stone in the hand is worth two birds in the bush

I spent last week in a tunnel. Got to see loading dynamite, blasting (obviously from outside the tunnel), clearing rock, jackleg drilling for explosives and bolts, and resin bolt installation. Here are some photos!

Preschool closed today and tomorrow for a random kitchen fire (they kept a crock pot turned on overnight 😱). This week is fired and it’s only Tuesday!

The macaroni and cheese restaurant we love sent this out in their newsletter: notonthemenu.org

It's a process and guide for restaurant employees to shut down sexual harassment attempts from customers.

Inherited my grandmother’s handmade satin French Pierrot (traditional clown/mime) costume, which fits me like a glove. I guess that’s Halloween sorted? Though I have zero clowning skills. Can I get up to snuff in two weeks? Tips welcome!

Solo parenting for a week while Mr. Roarly celebrates a wedding with friends at a beach house. So far I have triggered the smoke alarm with roasting Brussels sprouts, sobbed in front of my kids, dealt with a 💩🛁👶🏻 situation, baked cookies, watched ballet videos with Elder Sprog and been reduced to weepy love over 6 year olds wobbling about to Let It Go, and made it to work on time. Single parents are superheroes, sociopaths, or both and they have my undying respect.

Sprog the Elder has taken to stealing toys from Sprog the Younger, at which point screaming ensues. Children. Why do we even?

Also: I started psychiatric medication for anxiety and depression this week. This is my first foray into meds in over a decade, despite ongoing mental health struggles throughout my life. I am proud of myself for taking the steps to seek out help and try medication. If you can’t make your own neurotransmitters, it’s ok to take them in pill form!!

These days I am working on:

1) A totally fubar small irrigation dam in Wyoming.
2) A slightly iffy and languishing trio of midsize dams in Broomfield, CO.
3) A small private dam with a big leaky pipe problem in Conifer, CO.
4) Occasional forays into abandoned mine tunnels filled with orange goo.

Feel free to ask me questions about dams, geology and/or civil engineering! I love talking about my work.

Nightmare, nazis, animals and violence 

Nightmare, nazis, animals and violence 

Nightmare, nazis, animals and violence 

This weekend my daughters and I made Palisades peach cupcakes with brown sugar cream cheese frosting. I brought the leftovers to work. My coworkers have been showering me with gratitude and praise all day. 🤗😋🧁

brighten up or worsen my day with the 14th most recent pic in your camera roll.

don’t explain unless i ask you to, then repost this with the number i give you!

NO CHEATING (unless personal image)

Working with the EPA is simultaneously refreshing and teeth-gnashingly painful. Folks at my level: competent and mellow and jovial. Senior managers: political and exasperating.

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