Since it's Mother's Day today, we let D sleep in. Since we've been doing breakfast in bed in the years past, I suggested to the kids we do something different and have a pancake breakfast. They were thrilled with the idea and, when D finally woke up around 930a, we made pancakes for breakfast. Except for N, he wanted frozen pancakes instead, but had to settle for frozen waffles. (I really don't see how they can enjoy them frozen; I don't think I could.)
After breakfast, we took our time getting ready for Mass and ended up going at 1230p. Afterwards, we went back to the garden center for more begonias (to replace the pink ones in the planters) and headed home for lunch. (We never did get the begonias in the pots; I need to get that done soon.)
After lunch, the kids and I rode our bikes up to Giant for the rest of what we needed for dinner. D had bought salmon for dinner in case her folks came up, so I was going to cook that (with the hibachi grill sauce). We had some baby carrots leftover from last week, so all I needed to do was get some orzo and feta cheese for a side dish.
This is only the second time the three of us have ridden to the store. The first time was last summer when N still had his training wheels and it took us much longer. Now that he's on two wheels, we got there in about 20 minutes. We went via the trail over to Greenbriar and then up Majestic Lane. The kids stayed on the sidewalk for the most part, so traffic wasn't that much of a concern. (To tell the truth, I was more concerned about them in the parking lot than I was on the road, so I had them walk their bikes on the sidewalk vs. riding them.) We went back via some of the lesser traveled streets in Greenbriar, making our way over to Poplar Tree and then to Stringfellow. M wanted to ride back this way to take advantage of the long down hill (which we avoided on the way to Giant by going on the trail). Both of them enjoyed the ride and when we got home, I started making dinner.
Dinner was a hit (M even commented that she thought the orzo was good), although D requested that next year we go out to eat. I don't blame her as it was a little late (we didn't eat until about 6p). After dinner, the kids got ready for bed, I read a chapter in Narnia and put them to bed.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Day 81 - 05/12/2007
Happy Birthday, Larry. What a drag it is getting old, eh?
I was up at the crack of dawn and didn't stop doing chores until 8p when I finished mowing the yard. Actually, M woke me up at 730a to help her get started on a Mother's Day project (she ended up writing D a story). Once I got her situated, I made coffee, had breakfast and started knocking off the chores on my list.
First off was finishing the deck. I started staining it earlier in the week, but it was taking longer than I thought it would (I was only putting in an hour or so at a time and other commitments were getting the way). By the time I got the final coat on, the exterminator had arrived to give us a quote. (We've been having ant issues and want to nip it in the bud.)
Once he left, I stained the planters, after which we ate lunch and went to N's ball game. After N's game, M, N and I went to the garden center for some begonias for the planters. We picked out some red and white ones, as well as a hanging basket full of petunias. M and N also picked out some pink begonias and we headed back home to plant them.
On the way back to the house, we saw that the neighbors were out in their front yard with a slip and slide. Both M and N wanted to play in it, but I told them they'd have to wait until they were invited over. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, Jimmy came over, asking whether they could come over. Since they had already started changing into their suits, the answer was obvious.
While they were playing in the sprinkler, I decided I'd start mowing the front yard. However, after gassing up the mower and heading out front, I saw that Jimmy's folks were also out there. Since they just moved into the neighborhood in November and not a lot of activity went on outside between then and now, I decided to forego the mowing and go over and be sociable. (This is the new me coming out; the old me would rather have mowed the yard, not wanting to interact at all.) After about 20 minutes or so, I got the kids to come back over (Jimmy was already tired of the sprinkler) since we still had the begonias to plant.
We finally got the planters done and the kids went inside to wash up (as in showered -- they were both filthy from planting) while I started on the lawn. I got about 2/3 the way done before dinnertime and finished up after dinner, right before it started raining. I headed inside, took a shower and, after saying good night to the kids, settled into the couch to watch Lost w/ D.
"The Man Behind the Curtain" wasn't as good as others thought it to be. I thought the whole cabin scene (where they introduced Jacob) was hooey. I don't know why, but I just didn't find it enjoyable; it seemed contrived. I hope the rest of the season isn't like this.
As much as I wanted to, I wasn't able to get in a run today (for obvious reasons -- did you read the summary above?!?). It's been a while since my last run and I really want to get back in the swing of things. I believe I'm well on the way to recovery as my knee doesn't really bother me when I do run (the fronts of my shins do, but not my knees -- I guess I need to stretch them out more). Maybe tomorrow if I can get the kids to go with me (giving D some peace on quiet on Mother's Day).
I was up at the crack of dawn and didn't stop doing chores until 8p when I finished mowing the yard. Actually, M woke me up at 730a to help her get started on a Mother's Day project (she ended up writing D a story). Once I got her situated, I made coffee, had breakfast and started knocking off the chores on my list.
First off was finishing the deck. I started staining it earlier in the week, but it was taking longer than I thought it would (I was only putting in an hour or so at a time and other commitments were getting the way). By the time I got the final coat on, the exterminator had arrived to give us a quote. (We've been having ant issues and want to nip it in the bud.)
Once he left, I stained the planters, after which we ate lunch and went to N's ball game. After N's game, M, N and I went to the garden center for some begonias for the planters. We picked out some red and white ones, as well as a hanging basket full of petunias. M and N also picked out some pink begonias and we headed back home to plant them.
On the way back to the house, we saw that the neighbors were out in their front yard with a slip and slide. Both M and N wanted to play in it, but I told them they'd have to wait until they were invited over. Sure enough, about 10 minutes later, Jimmy came over, asking whether they could come over. Since they had already started changing into their suits, the answer was obvious.
While they were playing in the sprinkler, I decided I'd start mowing the front yard. However, after gassing up the mower and heading out front, I saw that Jimmy's folks were also out there. Since they just moved into the neighborhood in November and not a lot of activity went on outside between then and now, I decided to forego the mowing and go over and be sociable. (This is the new me coming out; the old me would rather have mowed the yard, not wanting to interact at all.) After about 20 minutes or so, I got the kids to come back over (Jimmy was already tired of the sprinkler) since we still had the begonias to plant.
We finally got the planters done and the kids went inside to wash up (as in showered -- they were both filthy from planting) while I started on the lawn. I got about 2/3 the way done before dinnertime and finished up after dinner, right before it started raining. I headed inside, took a shower and, after saying good night to the kids, settled into the couch to watch Lost w/ D.
"The Man Behind the Curtain" wasn't as good as others thought it to be. I thought the whole cabin scene (where they introduced Jacob) was hooey. I don't know why, but I just didn't find it enjoyable; it seemed contrived. I hope the rest of the season isn't like this.
As much as I wanted to, I wasn't able to get in a run today (for obvious reasons -- did you read the summary above?!?). It's been a while since my last run and I really want to get back in the swing of things. I believe I'm well on the way to recovery as my knee doesn't really bother me when I do run (the fronts of my shins do, but not my knees -- I guess I need to stretch them out more). Maybe tomorrow if I can get the kids to go with me (giving D some peace on quiet on Mother's Day).
Day 80 - 05/11/2007
Rode my bike to work and hit the gym upon arrival. I added an ab workout to my routine, but I'm not sure if that's enough. Since starting at the gym back in October '05, I'm positive I've gained muscle mass, especially in my arms and chest, but I still have a ways to go with my abs. (They've been the bane of me since I can remember.) I guess I just need to up the cardio...or accept the fact that I'll always have some extra sumpin' sumpin' around the waist. I'd rather up the cardio.
Getting out there in the morning on Sparky, in the (somewhat) quiet and the cool morning air, gives me a sense of accomplishment, a sense of freedom. The only downfall is having to fight my way across 28. More and more I've decided to give up and hit the sidewalk on that section as there are too many opportunities for things to go wrong. If there's a place where I'm going to get nailed on the commute to work, that's the place. (It's not an issue in the evening as there's not a lot of traffic in that area during the evening rush hour.)
I went to lunch for sushi with a colleague. When we went out for lunch last week neither he nor I had cash (and the restaurant doesn't split checks during lunch), so I covered him. He asked whether I was up for lunch and away we went. As usual, I ate too much, but it was (mostly) all good. I say mostly as there was this one dish that wasn't all that great. We asked the waitress what it was and she told us it was fried tofu in a ginger sauce. Well, I'm pretty much game to try something new and it sounded okay. After eating it, though, I had to change my mind. It tasted somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it. Finally, after mulling over what it was, I hit it: It tasted like wet wheat bread. I shared this with Matt and he agreed 100%.
M bridged to Juniors; the ceremony was at the Government Center auditorium. It was a nice enough setting, but the acoustics made it hard to hear (even with the sound system). Actually, calling it an auditorium is a mistake, it's basically a seating area in the atrium of the lobby where public (non-govt'l) events can be held. It was a nice ceremony and I'm glad we were all able to make it (vs. when M bridged to Brownies and it was held in the school gym during after school hours). Unfortunately, the lighting conditions weren't very good due to the giant wall of windows behind the atrium, which messed with the camera, so we weren't able to get great pictures.
That's pretty much the one thing I've yet to figure out with our camera is how to take good action shots in low light so the subject doesn't come out blurry without the use of the flash. Or maybe that's just not possible.
Getting out there in the morning on Sparky, in the (somewhat) quiet and the cool morning air, gives me a sense of accomplishment, a sense of freedom. The only downfall is having to fight my way across 28. More and more I've decided to give up and hit the sidewalk on that section as there are too many opportunities for things to go wrong. If there's a place where I'm going to get nailed on the commute to work, that's the place. (It's not an issue in the evening as there's not a lot of traffic in that area during the evening rush hour.)
I went to lunch for sushi with a colleague. When we went out for lunch last week neither he nor I had cash (and the restaurant doesn't split checks during lunch), so I covered him. He asked whether I was up for lunch and away we went. As usual, I ate too much, but it was (mostly) all good. I say mostly as there was this one dish that wasn't all that great. We asked the waitress what it was and she told us it was fried tofu in a ginger sauce. Well, I'm pretty much game to try something new and it sounded okay. After eating it, though, I had to change my mind. It tasted somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it. Finally, after mulling over what it was, I hit it: It tasted like wet wheat bread. I shared this with Matt and he agreed 100%.
M bridged to Juniors; the ceremony was at the Government Center auditorium. It was a nice enough setting, but the acoustics made it hard to hear (even with the sound system). Actually, calling it an auditorium is a mistake, it's basically a seating area in the atrium of the lobby where public (non-govt'l) events can be held. It was a nice ceremony and I'm glad we were all able to make it (vs. when M bridged to Brownies and it was held in the school gym during after school hours). Unfortunately, the lighting conditions weren't very good due to the giant wall of windows behind the atrium, which messed with the camera, so we weren't able to get great pictures.
That's pretty much the one thing I've yet to figure out with our camera is how to take good action shots in low light so the subject doesn't come out blurry without the use of the flash. Or maybe that's just not possible.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Day 79 - 05/10/2007
For lunch today, we went to Buffalo Wing Factory for chicken wings. Now, I'm not one that thinks wings are the best thing since sliced bread, but when lunch is on the boss, my standards all of a sudden become a little looser.
After it was all said and done, however, I wish I had stayed back at the office.
We arrived at the restaurant around 1145a and were one of the few parties in the house. It turned out that Thursday's special is All You Can Eat wings and fingers, so the place quickly filled up with other parties. After placing our orders (five of the seven of us ordered the special), we sat around the table, waiting for our food. After about 10 minutes, a lull came over the conversation. Not wanting to be unsocial, new topics of conversation were drawn from the well and the conversation ensued again. After 20 minutes of waiting, we had to go back to the well for the third tier of conversational topics. Shortly afterwards, our order arrived. (It should be noted that of the 20 or so tables in the place, we were the first ones to get any food from the kitchen during that entire time.)
Seeing as it took waaaaay too long to get the first round of wings, we immediately ordered our next round. It was a good thing we did, as that came about 10 minutes after the last wing from the first order was consumed. Once the second order came, we repeated the process with the third order. But it never arrived. After 20 minutes of waiting, we asked for the check (which took more than five minutes to arrive) and left (30 minutes after ordering the third round and it still hadn't arrived).
Note to self, don't go back too soon for unless you have a few hours to kill (and unless it's for happy hour as I did notice there were 30+ beers offered on tap, including Dominion's Oak Barrel Stout).
We had practice again tonight it was the best one we had all season. The kids are coming along and separating them into smaller groups really helped. I was in charge of the hitting drill. Each player got ten balls to hit off the T. I tried to help them with how to setup at the plate, how to swing, how to watch the ball and how to position themselves to hit in a certain direction. Some players were better than others and what I showed them was dependant on how they swung the first few times. Some of the kids, though, just weren't getting it. There was one player who came into the drill barely hitting the ball and left the drill hitting the last three solidly. It made me feel good seeing the improvement in just a few swings. Hopefully he'll be able to carry that forward into Saturday's game; I'm sure it would make his day were he to hit like that in the game. That one moment has made coaching worth it thus far; I can't wait to have more moments like that one.
After we got home from practice, I finished staining the floor of the deck. I had been worried that the stain wouldn't be the same, but after getting home from work on Wednesday, I saw that D was right and that it did blend together. So, with that in mind, I finished up the bulk of the deck (I just have to go over the entire deck with a roller to cover any missed spots) and will only have the bench, railings and planters left to stain. I can't wait to check this off my list of things to do. It's taken me far too long to do this chore, but (hopefully) I won't have to do it for another couple of years.
After it was all said and done, however, I wish I had stayed back at the office.
We arrived at the restaurant around 1145a and were one of the few parties in the house. It turned out that Thursday's special is All You Can Eat wings and fingers, so the place quickly filled up with other parties. After placing our orders (five of the seven of us ordered the special), we sat around the table, waiting for our food. After about 10 minutes, a lull came over the conversation. Not wanting to be unsocial, new topics of conversation were drawn from the well and the conversation ensued again. After 20 minutes of waiting, we had to go back to the well for the third tier of conversational topics. Shortly afterwards, our order arrived. (It should be noted that of the 20 or so tables in the place, we were the first ones to get any food from the kitchen during that entire time.)
Seeing as it took waaaaay too long to get the first round of wings, we immediately ordered our next round. It was a good thing we did, as that came about 10 minutes after the last wing from the first order was consumed. Once the second order came, we repeated the process with the third order. But it never arrived. After 20 minutes of waiting, we asked for the check (which took more than five minutes to arrive) and left (30 minutes after ordering the third round and it still hadn't arrived).
Note to self, don't go back too soon for unless you have a few hours to kill (and unless it's for happy hour as I did notice there were 30+ beers offered on tap, including Dominion's Oak Barrel Stout).
We had practice again tonight it was the best one we had all season. The kids are coming along and separating them into smaller groups really helped. I was in charge of the hitting drill. Each player got ten balls to hit off the T. I tried to help them with how to setup at the plate, how to swing, how to watch the ball and how to position themselves to hit in a certain direction. Some players were better than others and what I showed them was dependant on how they swung the first few times. Some of the kids, though, just weren't getting it. There was one player who came into the drill barely hitting the ball and left the drill hitting the last three solidly. It made me feel good seeing the improvement in just a few swings. Hopefully he'll be able to carry that forward into Saturday's game; I'm sure it would make his day were he to hit like that in the game. That one moment has made coaching worth it thus far; I can't wait to have more moments like that one.
After we got home from practice, I finished staining the floor of the deck. I had been worried that the stain wouldn't be the same, but after getting home from work on Wednesday, I saw that D was right and that it did blend together. So, with that in mind, I finished up the bulk of the deck (I just have to go over the entire deck with a roller to cover any missed spots) and will only have the bench, railings and planters left to stain. I can't wait to check this off my list of things to do. It's taken me far too long to do this chore, but (hopefully) I won't have to do it for another couple of years.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Day 78 - 05/09/2007
I picked up some more stain/sealer during lunch (5 gallons this time) and dropped it off at home during lunch. After work I finished another 1/3 of the deck and am hoping it will turn out a little better. I used the sprayer again, as my fears about using the roller came true. If this doesn't turn out, I'm not sure what I should do. I'd hate to have to start over as I've already been working on this project for coming up on three weeks now. Live and learn, I guess, but, like I tell the kids, there's always enough time to do it right the second time, but never enough time to do it right the first time. Why couldn't this be easier!?! Why must I make it so difficult?!? Again, aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh.
I was able to read the chapter that D read to the kids on Tuesday after I got home. I've been having ear problems again so while the drops were doing their thing, I laid down on the couch and tried to get caught up. I didn't make it all the way through before dinner, but was able to finish after dinner (and before continuing on the deck as mentioned above). Again, I started reading the next chapter to the kids, but was interrupted by the ants. They had sought out an alternate route to freedom and so I had to spray the other window. It's time to call an exterminator or else I'll never be able to finish this book! (I did finish the chapter after D put the kids to bed though, so I'm all ready for Thursday night.)
But, before any of that happened, I went to work. I'm the person in charge of making sure our customers migrations from our old product base to our current product base is successful. Not only do I manage the code, but also act as a liaison between the project teams and the product development team. I've worked on migration systems before and enjoy the challenge of getting everything right. Anyway, I'm close to wrapping up the current release and have been making vast improvements to not only the migration, but also the product. I investigated an issue that was causing a performance issue when users first launch our product and found that in order to determine whether a value was true, all the rows from a database table were being returned, processed and interrogated to see if the value was true. In this case, over 20k rows were being returned in order to accomplish this. I was able to write a query (and bypass the processing) that returned a single row and get the same value in less than a second. This was a reduction of over 20 seconds when logging in to the product (an eternity when the user is sitting there twiddling his thumbs). What scares me is that this type of logic MUST exist elsewhere in the product and, were the parties involved able to write code that focused on maximizing performance vs. making reusability the focus, our product could be so much faster. Hopefully they've taken this approach in the rewrite as we port our products to .NET. Only time will tell.
I was able to read the chapter that D read to the kids on Tuesday after I got home. I've been having ear problems again so while the drops were doing their thing, I laid down on the couch and tried to get caught up. I didn't make it all the way through before dinner, but was able to finish after dinner (and before continuing on the deck as mentioned above). Again, I started reading the next chapter to the kids, but was interrupted by the ants. They had sought out an alternate route to freedom and so I had to spray the other window. It's time to call an exterminator or else I'll never be able to finish this book! (I did finish the chapter after D put the kids to bed though, so I'm all ready for Thursday night.)
But, before any of that happened, I went to work. I'm the person in charge of making sure our customers migrations from our old product base to our current product base is successful. Not only do I manage the code, but also act as a liaison between the project teams and the product development team. I've worked on migration systems before and enjoy the challenge of getting everything right. Anyway, I'm close to wrapping up the current release and have been making vast improvements to not only the migration, but also the product. I investigated an issue that was causing a performance issue when users first launch our product and found that in order to determine whether a value was true, all the rows from a database table were being returned, processed and interrogated to see if the value was true. In this case, over 20k rows were being returned in order to accomplish this. I was able to write a query (and bypass the processing) that returned a single row and get the same value in less than a second. This was a reduction of over 20 seconds when logging in to the product (an eternity when the user is sitting there twiddling his thumbs). What scares me is that this type of logic MUST exist elsewhere in the product and, were the parties involved able to write code that focused on maximizing performance vs. making reusability the focus, our product could be so much faster. Hopefully they've taken this approach in the rewrite as we port our products to .NET. Only time will tell.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Day 77 - 05/08/2007
How do you put 15.189 gallons of gas into a 13.9 gallon tank? I understand that the neck contains gas (and is probably not included in the tank measurement), but that's probably only 1/4 gallon max. Is the fuel line configured like your intestines, where it wraps around in all sorts of twists and turns and therefore holds much more than you'd think? Or does the user's manual not tell the true capacity of the tank with the thought that if we knew the true capacity, we'd be more likely to push it and run out of gas? Or is the meter on the gas pump incorrect and I just paid $3.25 per gallon vs. the listed price of $2.99 per gallon?
Me thinks I will be making a phone call (either to the Department of Weights and Measures or Nissan) in order to find out the truth.
And speaking of liquids and gallons and such, how much stain do I need to cover our 400 square foot deck? I've used two gallons thus far and am barely a quarter of the way done. Maybe I should punt with the sprayer and use the roller method instead. Of course, now that I've already started with the sprayer, if I switch to the roller, will there be a visible difference between the two? Arrrrrrrrrgggggggh.
Tonight I did (what I thought was) the unthinkable: I let D read the kids a chapter in Narnia. I've read the entire book to them thus far without any outside help. (I must admit, without reading it to them, I never would've read it myself and am now just as interested in the story as M is -- N I'm not so sure about.) We've had some issues with ants invading our space and tonight was the final straw. They were swarming the space between the side window in the sitting room. Unfortunately, the only way to get between the panes of glass is from the outside (the side windows don't open from the inside). So, I had two choices: Read to the kids and kill the ants or kill the ants and finish the deck. I opted for the second choice, with the caveat that I'd read the chapter that D read to them after they went to bed. D and I ended up watching Lost and the Sopranos instead on Tivo. Whoops. Now I guess I'll have to read it sometime before bedtime on Wednesday.
Me thinks I will be making a phone call (either to the Department of Weights and Measures or Nissan) in order to find out the truth.
And speaking of liquids and gallons and such, how much stain do I need to cover our 400 square foot deck? I've used two gallons thus far and am barely a quarter of the way done. Maybe I should punt with the sprayer and use the roller method instead. Of course, now that I've already started with the sprayer, if I switch to the roller, will there be a visible difference between the two? Arrrrrrrrrgggggggh.
Tonight I did (what I thought was) the unthinkable: I let D read the kids a chapter in Narnia. I've read the entire book to them thus far without any outside help. (I must admit, without reading it to them, I never would've read it myself and am now just as interested in the story as M is -- N I'm not so sure about.) We've had some issues with ants invading our space and tonight was the final straw. They were swarming the space between the side window in the sitting room. Unfortunately, the only way to get between the panes of glass is from the outside (the side windows don't open from the inside). So, I had two choices: Read to the kids and kill the ants or kill the ants and finish the deck. I opted for the second choice, with the caveat that I'd read the chapter that D read to them after they went to bed. D and I ended up watching Lost and the Sopranos instead on Tivo. Whoops. Now I guess I'll have to read it sometime before bedtime on Wednesday.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Day 76 - 05/07/2007
Went to the new pho restaurant across the way. Apparently Viet Crystal has changed their peanut sauce recipe and they're no longer lunch-worthy. I liked this new place better anyway. It was:
I also spent some time trying to get D's laptop to work. She called in a panic (alright, not really a full-blown panic, but needed assistance none-the-less) in that she couldn't connect to the Internet. Without the Internet, she couldn't send e-mail. Without being able to send e-mail she wouldn't be able to finish her room mom correspondence for Teacher Appreciation Week. So, like the good tech support staff that I am, I dashed home and fixed her issue. Don't ask me how I did it as I pretty much did nothing she couldn't have done. I turned off her laptop, went into the office and played backgammon for a few minutes and then came back out and turned it back on. Viola! It worked like a champ. She was back in business.
I have no idea why, but it worked.
M had another blowup this evening about something or other that caused me to take away Narnia for the night. She and N were going at it as soon as we got home and neither one of them would let up. It was partially my fault in that N and I lost track of time down the street and didn't get home until 645p. Seeing as N hadn't had dinner yet, he was well on his way to full on Mr. Crankypants. While part of me worries that this will be long term behavior (it better not be!), I also think it's just her being a normal 3rd grader and that she'll grow out of it. (Of course, I know some adults who pitch a fit when things don't go their way, so it's always possible.) One thing that I need to be cognizant of is the way I interact with her during these periods. I need to remember to stay calm and not escalate the situation. There's a few cliches that I could name (e.g., crying over spilled milk, throwing fuel on a fire, etc.), but I'll try and refrain from using them here and now. Whoops! Looks like I did just that! :-)
Anyway, as I said, the important thing is to not actively participate in her tantrums and instead try to remain calm and unimpressed. Maybe this will cause her to see that she's not getting anywhere with her behavior and will change tactics herself. But, truth be told, the day when she does can't come too soon.
- bigger;
- brighter;
- cleaner;
- closer to the office (right across the light at 50 vs. having to actually turn down 50); and (most importantly)
- the food was delicious.
I also spent some time trying to get D's laptop to work. She called in a panic (alright, not really a full-blown panic, but needed assistance none-the-less) in that she couldn't connect to the Internet. Without the Internet, she couldn't send e-mail. Without being able to send e-mail she wouldn't be able to finish her room mom correspondence for Teacher Appreciation Week. So, like the good tech support staff that I am, I dashed home and fixed her issue. Don't ask me how I did it as I pretty much did nothing she couldn't have done. I turned off her laptop, went into the office and played backgammon for a few minutes and then came back out and turned it back on. Viola! It worked like a champ. She was back in business.
I have no idea why, but it worked.
M had another blowup this evening about something or other that caused me to take away Narnia for the night. She and N were going at it as soon as we got home and neither one of them would let up. It was partially my fault in that N and I lost track of time down the street and didn't get home until 645p. Seeing as N hadn't had dinner yet, he was well on his way to full on Mr. Crankypants. While part of me worries that this will be long term behavior (it better not be!), I also think it's just her being a normal 3rd grader and that she'll grow out of it. (Of course, I know some adults who pitch a fit when things don't go their way, so it's always possible.) One thing that I need to be cognizant of is the way I interact with her during these periods. I need to remember to stay calm and not escalate the situation. There's a few cliches that I could name (e.g., crying over spilled milk, throwing fuel on a fire, etc.), but I'll try and refrain from using them here and now. Whoops! Looks like I did just that! :-)
Anyway, as I said, the important thing is to not actively participate in her tantrums and instead try to remain calm and unimpressed. Maybe this will cause her to see that she's not getting anywhere with her behavior and will change tactics herself. But, truth be told, the day when she does can't come too soon.
Monday, May 7, 2007
Day 75 - 05/06/2007
Hey! I just noticed that today is 5.6.7!
We spent the day in the car. Yet another weekend morning where I had to set the alarm. This morning we left the house at 815a for a trip down to Richmond for Josh's First Communion. We got there a bit early (about 10a) as traffic was pretty much non-existent. That's alright though, I'd much rather have been early than late, especially under the circumstances. When we arrived, 9a Mass was just letting out, so finding a spot took a little time. I dropped off D and the kids to use the facilities and went in search of a spot. After one lap I found a prime spot. It was in the shade and right on the street, which made for an easy exit after Mass
Afterwards we went to the Jefferson Hotel for their champagne brunch, which was fantastic. Not only was the food delicious, but plentiful. There was everything from eggs (cooked to order or as Eggs Jefferson -- sort of like Eggs Benedict, but w/ a biscuit vs. an English muffin), grits, potatoes, sausage and bacon to smoked salmon, prime rib, ham, oysters, shrimp and mussels to all kinds of lunch dishes and desserts. I think between the twelve of us, we tried everything that was offered. My favorites would have to be the Eggs Jefferson, the grits and the oysters, although from the look of my plates, nothing went to waist...er...uh...waste. (EVERYTHING went to my waist after that meal!)
I'm not sure whether the kids loved the unlimited Belgian waffles (with all the sweet toppings), the desserts or the elevator the best (we were on the balcony overlooking the atrium). After about three or four plates of waffles and desserts, they were done eating (taking the elevator down and back up each time) they stopped eating and starting taking the elevator up and down just for the fun of it, although after a while, we had to put the kibosh on it as they were starting to get a little too rambunctious.
Brunch was a great idea. I'll not go into the details here, but suffice it to say that not all of us get along, so having it at a neutral location meant we didn't really have to spend one-on-one time and it allowed the conversation to flow unimpeded. It also confirmed the fact that getting an invitation to the new home won't be in the cards anytime soon: If there ever was a reason to invite us back to the house, this one was probably it.
We hit the road again and made the long slog north. It really wasn't that long, but after a big meal and not enough sleep, I was beginning to feel tired. We stopped off at Costco in Fred for some gas and I picked up an iced coffee at McD's (which took darn near forever). Fortunately traffic was pretty light (with the exception of a few spots) and we were home at a somewhat decent hour. The kids had some dinner, but D and I were still too full from brunch to even consider it.
We spent the day in the car. Yet another weekend morning where I had to set the alarm. This morning we left the house at 815a for a trip down to Richmond for Josh's First Communion. We got there a bit early (about 10a) as traffic was pretty much non-existent. That's alright though, I'd much rather have been early than late, especially under the circumstances. When we arrived, 9a Mass was just letting out, so finding a spot took a little time. I dropped off D and the kids to use the facilities and went in search of a spot. After one lap I found a prime spot. It was in the shade and right on the street, which made for an easy exit after Mass
Afterwards we went to the Jefferson Hotel for their champagne brunch, which was fantastic. Not only was the food delicious, but plentiful. There was everything from eggs (cooked to order or as Eggs Jefferson -- sort of like Eggs Benedict, but w/ a biscuit vs. an English muffin), grits, potatoes, sausage and bacon to smoked salmon, prime rib, ham, oysters, shrimp and mussels to all kinds of lunch dishes and desserts. I think between the twelve of us, we tried everything that was offered. My favorites would have to be the Eggs Jefferson, the grits and the oysters, although from the look of my plates, nothing went to waist...er...uh...waste. (EVERYTHING went to my waist after that meal!)
I'm not sure whether the kids loved the unlimited Belgian waffles (with all the sweet toppings), the desserts or the elevator the best (we were on the balcony overlooking the atrium). After about three or four plates of waffles and desserts, they were done eating (taking the elevator down and back up each time) they stopped eating and starting taking the elevator up and down just for the fun of it, although after a while, we had to put the kibosh on it as they were starting to get a little too rambunctious.
Brunch was a great idea. I'll not go into the details here, but suffice it to say that not all of us get along, so having it at a neutral location meant we didn't really have to spend one-on-one time and it allowed the conversation to flow unimpeded. It also confirmed the fact that getting an invitation to the new home won't be in the cards anytime soon: If there ever was a reason to invite us back to the house, this one was probably it.
We hit the road again and made the long slog north. It really wasn't that long, but after a big meal and not enough sleep, I was beginning to feel tired. We stopped off at Costco in Fred for some gas and I picked up an iced coffee at McD's (which took darn near forever). Fortunately traffic was pretty light (with the exception of a few spots) and we were home at a somewhat decent hour. The kids had some dinner, but D and I were still too full from brunch to even consider it.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Day 74 - 05/05/2007
So even though it's Saturday, I still had to set the alarm and rouse the kids from their beds. M had practice at 830a, after which she was going to her friend's house for the morning. She got dressed and had breakfast without fussing (shocker!) and at 8a I awoke N from his slumber. He wasn't happy to get up, but he finally came around. After dropping M off at practice, he and I rode our bikes over to Bare Island Drive to see what the noise was that was coming from that direction. As it turns out, there was a tree crew taking down some trees from a homeowner's yard and turning them into mulch via the chipper. N was very interested in seeing them take the tree down and I was pretty impressed as well. The took three 30' trees down (and turned them into mulch) in less than 10 minutes. Wow.
After growing tired of watching the tree folk do their thing (and our ears being assaulted by the the noise), we rode down to the house that caught on fire a few weeks back (I had originally thought the sound was coming from this house and it was the sound of them tearing it down). It's currently covered in a number of blue tarps in order to keep the elements out, although from the looks of it, you've got to wonder whether they'll end up tearing the frame down and just keeping the brick front in place.
We then rode home and got ready for N's pictures.
It was because of M's practice and N's pictures and game that we had to postpone our yard sale. We've got quite a bit of stuff in the basement we've been meaning to get rid of as we either a) not longer use it; b) no longer need it; or c) both (a) and (b). Oh well, maybe in a few weeks. It probably worked out for the best anyway as with D out of town, it would've been a bit much to try and cram into one morning.
After pictures and N's game (which was another exercise in chaos and frustration at kids who don't want to be there), we went to pick M up from Riley's house. On our way over, she called and said she was at Riley's brother's game at the school, so we altered our course and went up to the school. The weather had turned unseasonably cold over the course of the morning and, with me only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, I was quite uncomfortable (especially once the rain started). N was wearing his uniform and M was wearing a sweatshirt (fortunately she asked for a sweatshirt on the way to practice), so both of them were somewhat oblivious to the weather. Not so much, though, when I made them walk home from school -- I wasn't about to let the two of them get in the van w/ them being as muddy and as dirty as they were!
Once we got home, I took a long, hot shower to warm up and got dressed in clothes that I'd normally wear in March (jeans, long sleeve shirt and wool socks). I was seriously contemplating turning on the fireplace, but my sanity prevailed and I didn't; I decided to suffer instead, while I sat on the couch watching the playoffs in HD. Since the kids were also dirty, I made them take a bath in the middle of the afternoon, which they balked at until I said they could take on in my tub. They relented and while I watched the game, they washed themselves up. Yay, now that that's out of the way, we could relax the rest of th afternoon.
Not too much, though, as D was due home and I had to get dinner ready. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want to come home to either pot-pie or take out. So we headed out the door to Whole Foods to peruse what they had to offer (I was also looking for a reason to shop there as I'd never been to it since it opened). On the way, though, we stopped by Target and Toys'R'Us for a kickstand for N. (Ever since we took his training wheels off his old bike, he's been wanting one.) Since we were in no rush to get back, we took our time looking at bikes, as well as Lego.
We finally made it to Whole Foods and I decided to forego cooking dinner and instead seek out pre-prepared meals. Well, that thought was quickly put to rest when I saw the sesame seed encrusted tuna with wasabi. Yum. I love that stuff and had been craving it for the past few weeks (not sure why, though, but I have). I picked up some baby carrots, some lettuce mix and some sides from the hot food bar before checking out and heading home. (It really wasn't that quick, though, as the kids were with me and we sort of made a side detour upstairs to the bathrooms.)
Returning to the car, I discovered that D had called, wondering where we were. (I didn't leave a note and had forgotten my cell in the car.) I called her, but got her voice mail, so left a message and then headed home, where I unloaded the groceries and started dinner while we waited for her return from her trip to the store.
I got dinner going and then planted myself in front of the TV to check out the Kentucky Derby. I decided not to attempt any mint juleps this year as it just didn't seem right what with the cold weather and all. While we were waiting for the race to start, D came home and joined us.
After dinner (which wasn't all that great due to my lacking skills in the tuna searing department), we all headed upstairs and got ready for bed. Once the kids were in bed, D and I watched Heroes and then called it a night to get ready for the long day ahead of us in Richmond on Sunday.
After growing tired of watching the tree folk do their thing (and our ears being assaulted by the the noise), we rode down to the house that caught on fire a few weeks back (I had originally thought the sound was coming from this house and it was the sound of them tearing it down). It's currently covered in a number of blue tarps in order to keep the elements out, although from the looks of it, you've got to wonder whether they'll end up tearing the frame down and just keeping the brick front in place.
We then rode home and got ready for N's pictures.
It was because of M's practice and N's pictures and game that we had to postpone our yard sale. We've got quite a bit of stuff in the basement we've been meaning to get rid of as we either a) not longer use it; b) no longer need it; or c) both (a) and (b). Oh well, maybe in a few weeks. It probably worked out for the best anyway as with D out of town, it would've been a bit much to try and cram into one morning.
After pictures and N's game (which was another exercise in chaos and frustration at kids who don't want to be there), we went to pick M up from Riley's house. On our way over, she called and said she was at Riley's brother's game at the school, so we altered our course and went up to the school. The weather had turned unseasonably cold over the course of the morning and, with me only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, I was quite uncomfortable (especially once the rain started). N was wearing his uniform and M was wearing a sweatshirt (fortunately she asked for a sweatshirt on the way to practice), so both of them were somewhat oblivious to the weather. Not so much, though, when I made them walk home from school -- I wasn't about to let the two of them get in the van w/ them being as muddy and as dirty as they were!
Once we got home, I took a long, hot shower to warm up and got dressed in clothes that I'd normally wear in March (jeans, long sleeve shirt and wool socks). I was seriously contemplating turning on the fireplace, but my sanity prevailed and I didn't; I decided to suffer instead, while I sat on the couch watching the playoffs in HD. Since the kids were also dirty, I made them take a bath in the middle of the afternoon, which they balked at until I said they could take on in my tub. They relented and while I watched the game, they washed themselves up. Yay, now that that's out of the way, we could relax the rest of th afternoon.
Not too much, though, as D was due home and I had to get dinner ready. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want to come home to either pot-pie or take out. So we headed out the door to Whole Foods to peruse what they had to offer (I was also looking for a reason to shop there as I'd never been to it since it opened). On the way, though, we stopped by Target and Toys'R'Us for a kickstand for N. (Ever since we took his training wheels off his old bike, he's been wanting one.) Since we were in no rush to get back, we took our time looking at bikes, as well as Lego.
We finally made it to Whole Foods and I decided to forego cooking dinner and instead seek out pre-prepared meals. Well, that thought was quickly put to rest when I saw the sesame seed encrusted tuna with wasabi. Yum. I love that stuff and had been craving it for the past few weeks (not sure why, though, but I have). I picked up some baby carrots, some lettuce mix and some sides from the hot food bar before checking out and heading home. (It really wasn't that quick, though, as the kids were with me and we sort of made a side detour upstairs to the bathrooms.)
Returning to the car, I discovered that D had called, wondering where we were. (I didn't leave a note and had forgotten my cell in the car.) I called her, but got her voice mail, so left a message and then headed home, where I unloaded the groceries and started dinner while we waited for her return from her trip to the store.
I got dinner going and then planted myself in front of the TV to check out the Kentucky Derby. I decided not to attempt any mint juleps this year as it just didn't seem right what with the cold weather and all. While we were waiting for the race to start, D came home and joined us.
After dinner (which wasn't all that great due to my lacking skills in the tuna searing department), we all headed upstairs and got ready for bed. Once the kids were in bed, D and I watched Heroes and then called it a night to get ready for the long day ahead of us in Richmond on Sunday.
Day 73 - 05/04/2007
So with D out of the house, the morning should've gone smoothly and, for the most part, it did. It's not that her being around causes things NOT to go smoothly, but without the two-parent dynamic, the kids are just easier to deal with. (I would imagine this is the same in most households, but I might be wrong.) Anyway, like I said, for the most part they did. We were out of the house a little earlier than normal and there was hardly any fussing or moaning or groaning in trying to get the kids out the door. Actually, it was the opposite: they were pretty pleasant.
Of course, with as smooth as it was going, I knew something had to go wrong sooner or later...and it did: As we're rounding the curve in the parking lot, M asks me what was for hot lunch. I told her I didn't know and then it hit me (and her): She forgot her lunch box. I had asked D to pack their lunches before she left (as I'm pretty useless in that department, although, if pushed, I'm sure I could've gotten it done). I made sure N had his in his backpack and thought M had hers as well.
That's alright, she said, I'll just have cereal for lunch. Huh? And do you plan on getting said cereal? Apparently the school has cereal available for the kids who forget their lunch. Oh well, I guess that's better than hot dogs. (Or is it? I'm not sure what kind of cereal they have on hand, but I would imagine it's not Lucky Charms or other sugar-laden cereal.)
Speaking of sugar-laden cereal, I think it's a travesty that Sugar Bear is out of work...I mean, who better to sell product than Sugar Bear?!? He was cool and had that really smooth and mellow voice. He was the perfect spokesbear for Super Sugar Crisps. (Can you imagine the marketers today trying to sell that name to the higher ups? Uh, nice try, but nyet.)
Anyway, I digress...
After dropping the kids off at school, I headed to work and got stuff done. Since I had to pick N up at James' house at two, I left around noon to hit the gym. I got caught up on the latest Men's Health and found out that, according to a recent study, more fat is burned if you lift before your cardio workout. Whoops, I've been doing it all wrong all these years. (Years?!? Uh, try months, like 18 of them or so.) After the gym, I went and picked N up from James' house, after which we stopped off at the bank. We both got blue lollipops and by the time we got home, we both had blue tongues.
I dialed into work and got some work done via the home office while N played trains in his room. After M got home, they played inside while I cut the grass.
By the time I was done with the yard work, it was about dinner time, so I popped in a pizza and we sat down to eat.
(Bored yet with my exciting day?)
The evening was filled with other fun and exciting events, such as playing on the computer (by the kids), followed by a quick shower, a chapter in Narnia and one song. (I promised them two the next night, since it was getting late and both of them had to be up early on Saturday for baseball.)
Bedtime for the kids was about 815p and once they were in bed I settled in to some playoff hockey. The Sabres beat the Rangers in OT to go ahead 3-2 in the series. I was hoping for a marathon OT session, but instead was treated to about five extra minutes before the winning goal was scored. Oh well, some OT is better than none. Once the game was over, I got sucked into backgammon and the next thing you know, it was 11p and I really had no business being up. Off to bed I went.
Of course, with as smooth as it was going, I knew something had to go wrong sooner or later...and it did: As we're rounding the curve in the parking lot, M asks me what was for hot lunch. I told her I didn't know and then it hit me (and her): She forgot her lunch box. I had asked D to pack their lunches before she left (as I'm pretty useless in that department, although, if pushed, I'm sure I could've gotten it done). I made sure N had his in his backpack and thought M had hers as well.
That's alright, she said, I'll just have cereal for lunch. Huh? And do you plan on getting said cereal? Apparently the school has cereal available for the kids who forget their lunch. Oh well, I guess that's better than hot dogs. (Or is it? I'm not sure what kind of cereal they have on hand, but I would imagine it's not Lucky Charms or other sugar-laden cereal.)
Speaking of sugar-laden cereal, I think it's a travesty that Sugar Bear is out of work...I mean, who better to sell product than Sugar Bear?!? He was cool and had that really smooth and mellow voice. He was the perfect spokesbear for Super Sugar Crisps. (Can you imagine the marketers today trying to sell that name to the higher ups? Uh, nice try, but nyet.)
Anyway, I digress...
After dropping the kids off at school, I headed to work and got stuff done. Since I had to pick N up at James' house at two, I left around noon to hit the gym. I got caught up on the latest Men's Health and found out that, according to a recent study, more fat is burned if you lift before your cardio workout. Whoops, I've been doing it all wrong all these years. (Years?!? Uh, try months, like 18 of them or so.) After the gym, I went and picked N up from James' house, after which we stopped off at the bank. We both got blue lollipops and by the time we got home, we both had blue tongues.
I dialed into work and got some work done via the home office while N played trains in his room. After M got home, they played inside while I cut the grass.
By the time I was done with the yard work, it was about dinner time, so I popped in a pizza and we sat down to eat.
(Bored yet with my exciting day?)
The evening was filled with other fun and exciting events, such as playing on the computer (by the kids), followed by a quick shower, a chapter in Narnia and one song. (I promised them two the next night, since it was getting late and both of them had to be up early on Saturday for baseball.)
Bedtime for the kids was about 815p and once they were in bed I settled in to some playoff hockey. The Sabres beat the Rangers in OT to go ahead 3-2 in the series. I was hoping for a marathon OT session, but instead was treated to about five extra minutes before the winning goal was scored. Oh well, some OT is better than none. Once the game was over, I got sucked into backgammon and the next thing you know, it was 11p and I really had no business being up. Off to bed I went.
Day 72 - 05/03/2007
An employee working at the customer site came to my office today to go over the migration. He's under the gun from the customer to keep up with what's going on with the product so, in order to satisfy the customer, made the trip out to the office. He was running late so by the time he got there, it was time to head out to lunch. A couple of the guys on the team came with us and the four of us went to the local Thai place. During lunch he shared with us the following story:
"...So I had been out hiking one day and after getting back to my car, decided to stop by at a California Burrito for some chow. After ordering, I went over to the wall of hot sauces and decided to be daring and got down one from the black section. I settled on Dave's Hell Fire Hot Ass Sauce (or was something like that -- it had a picture of a guy with flames shooting out of his mouth and ass and smoke coming out of his ears with his eyes bulging out like they do in the Tom and Jerry cartoons when Tom [or Jerry] sees a cute cat [or mouse]) and opened the top. Suddenly, I lost my grip on the bottle and it slipped out of my hands and landed on the table. Unfortunately, it landed in such a way that some shot out of the top and squirted me right in my eye.
At first it just stung, but as the seconds passed, it got hotter and hotter. I started gyrating and squirming and moaning and rubbing my eye, but the more I rubbed, the worse it got.
I'm not sure what I looked like, but after the fact, I pictured the folks behind the counter (who couldn't see that I had squirted hot sauce in my eye) thinking they should call the cops or something, as I was squirming and moaning and shaking and rubbing my eye and just not acting right. The more I stood there, squirming and moaning and shaking and rubbing, the more it hurt. After a while, I couldn't even see and I was thinking I was hallucinating, but I can't be sure. All I knew was that I had to get my eye flushed out. I was able to see enough out of my good eye to see the soda fountain and so I went up to it and started splashing Coke in my eye in order to flush it out. Now I'm SURE they were thinking what the hell was I doing, but they never tried to stop me. (Maybe they had seen it happen before and knew the drill.) Anyway, after about three or four minutes, it finally felt good enough where I could actually stand the pain and was able to finish flushing my eye out in the bathroom."
Of course, after he tells us this story, one of my colleague makes the comment that "You flushed your eye out with Coke? That probably didn't feel good!"
"Yeah, but it felt a whole hell of a lot better than Dave's Hell Fire Hot Ass Sauce!"
We all laughed at his pain, but you've got to admit, that would've been a hoot to witness in person!
Of course, I shared this story w/ D and the kids at dinner (except I altered the name of the hot sauce, for the little pitchers with big ears at the table).
Speaking of D, she left for Chestertown this evening, so it was just me and the kids for the weekend (well, until Saturday evening anyway).
N wasn't feeling too well, so we called in sick to practice. It's better he didn't go, as we'll be at the game on Saturday and he wasn't up for going anyway. Last night he got to bed later than usual (as well as on Tuesday). Another late night and he might not be able to kick the cold he's recently picked up. It hasn't turned into a full-fledged cold (and I'm hoping it won't).
After D left, the kids got ready for bed and I read them a chapter from Narnia before putting them to bed. N was in bed around 8p, which is much sooner than he would have been had he gone to practice (and since D had left, M would've had to go as well, much to her chagrin).
M read until around 835p and turned the lights out on her own. I warned her that if I checked on her and found her lights on after a five minute grace period, she'd lose computer time this weekend. Much to my surprise (actually, I really wasn't surprised as my incentive was worth it), I heard her shut down right at 835p. (I told her lights out at 830 and, in full M fashion, she pushed it to the limit.)
After they were in bed, I settled into the couch for a night watching TV. I finished up the Deadliest Snakes show that D wasn't too keen on watching with me and then caught some hockey before hitting the sack around 11p. Butterfly missed D and cuddled up next to me, but not for much longer than usual before settling in on D's pillow (again, as she usually does).
"...So I had been out hiking one day and after getting back to my car, decided to stop by at a California Burrito for some chow. After ordering, I went over to the wall of hot sauces and decided to be daring and got down one from the black section. I settled on Dave's Hell Fire Hot Ass Sauce (or was something like that -- it had a picture of a guy with flames shooting out of his mouth and ass and smoke coming out of his ears with his eyes bulging out like they do in the Tom and Jerry cartoons when Tom [or Jerry] sees a cute cat [or mouse]) and opened the top. Suddenly, I lost my grip on the bottle and it slipped out of my hands and landed on the table. Unfortunately, it landed in such a way that some shot out of the top and squirted me right in my eye.
At first it just stung, but as the seconds passed, it got hotter and hotter. I started gyrating and squirming and moaning and rubbing my eye, but the more I rubbed, the worse it got.
I'm not sure what I looked like, but after the fact, I pictured the folks behind the counter (who couldn't see that I had squirted hot sauce in my eye) thinking they should call the cops or something, as I was squirming and moaning and shaking and rubbing my eye and just not acting right. The more I stood there, squirming and moaning and shaking and rubbing, the more it hurt. After a while, I couldn't even see and I was thinking I was hallucinating, but I can't be sure. All I knew was that I had to get my eye flushed out. I was able to see enough out of my good eye to see the soda fountain and so I went up to it and started splashing Coke in my eye in order to flush it out. Now I'm SURE they were thinking what the hell was I doing, but they never tried to stop me. (Maybe they had seen it happen before and knew the drill.) Anyway, after about three or four minutes, it finally felt good enough where I could actually stand the pain and was able to finish flushing my eye out in the bathroom."
Of course, after he tells us this story, one of my colleague makes the comment that "You flushed your eye out with Coke? That probably didn't feel good!"
"Yeah, but it felt a whole hell of a lot better than Dave's Hell Fire Hot Ass Sauce!"
We all laughed at his pain, but you've got to admit, that would've been a hoot to witness in person!
Of course, I shared this story w/ D and the kids at dinner (except I altered the name of the hot sauce, for the little pitchers with big ears at the table).
Speaking of D, she left for Chestertown this evening, so it was just me and the kids for the weekend (well, until Saturday evening anyway).
N wasn't feeling too well, so we called in sick to practice. It's better he didn't go, as we'll be at the game on Saturday and he wasn't up for going anyway. Last night he got to bed later than usual (as well as on Tuesday). Another late night and he might not be able to kick the cold he's recently picked up. It hasn't turned into a full-fledged cold (and I'm hoping it won't).
After D left, the kids got ready for bed and I read them a chapter from Narnia before putting them to bed. N was in bed around 8p, which is much sooner than he would have been had he gone to practice (and since D had left, M would've had to go as well, much to her chagrin).
M read until around 835p and turned the lights out on her own. I warned her that if I checked on her and found her lights on after a five minute grace period, she'd lose computer time this weekend. Much to my surprise (actually, I really wasn't surprised as my incentive was worth it), I heard her shut down right at 835p. (I told her lights out at 830 and, in full M fashion, she pushed it to the limit.)
After they were in bed, I settled into the couch for a night watching TV. I finished up the Deadliest Snakes show that D wasn't too keen on watching with me and then caught some hockey before hitting the sack around 11p. Butterfly missed D and cuddled up next to me, but not for much longer than usual before settling in on D's pillow (again, as she usually does).
Friday, May 4, 2007
Day 71 - 05/02/2007
I'm getting behind in my posting. Do I need to do a diary-like entry every day? Or do I just punt on days where nothing out of the ordinary happens and just report the mundane in order to keep the daily posting format going?
This isn't really a big question, but more of where I want this to go. I think it would get pretty boring reading this if all it was was a recap of my daily events. Well, maybe not to those in the know (or not in the know, but in the know about the cast of characters). To those who just happen to stumble upon this and start reading, is it really that interesting? Should it be?
But if you really want to know what I did today, I'll share it with you: I know went to work. I worked (and ate lunch). And then I came home. Since it'd been a few days since my last run (and I've been trying to get a cardio session in on Wednesday), I decided to go for a run vs. 40 minutes on the bike at the gym. I was hoping to duplicate Saturday's effort of 3.1 miles (5k) in 25 minutes, but I started out too fast and was never able to slow it down. I was contemplating cutting it short when I ran through a swarm of gnats and swallowed about half of them. That made the decision for me as I couldn't get them out from my throat and it was bothering me to no end. I ended up doing about 2.5 miles, but walked the rest of the way to equal my time goal. Oh well, maybe Saturday. (The good news is that my knees didn't bother me much more than they usually did before my tendinitis! Am I truly on the road to recovery? Let's hope so!)
After returning home, I continued my chore of washing the deck. I forgot to close the laundry room door, though, and after I was finished, the house smelled like bleach. Fortunately I was able to air it out (somewhat) and it dissipated over the course of the evening. Only one more section is left to be done; hopefully I'll be able to finish that this week.
I'll finish this post with a story (after all, I did say I'd offer something along these lines when I introduced this blog)...
Captain Quackers landed on the water, his two feet out in front of him as he skied to a stop and settled into life on the water. He had been patrolling the skies above his home, looking for intruders and other malfeasants, but grew tired as it was getting late and he needed to get some dinner before knocking off for the night.
Paddling towards the shore, he saw Drake, his neighbor who lived in the reeds and went over to talk to him. Drake was a nice duck, as far as ducks go, but had a temper when the swans swam by and tried to feast on the grass growing in his water garden.
"Hey, Drake, how's it going?"
"Same as yesterday, Cap'n. My beak is acting up again and water's not going off my back like it used to do. I guess my age is catching up with me. One of these days, I'm going to head south for the winter and not return. Like them snowbirds I think they call them. Spend the rest of my days in sunny skies and not a care in the world."
"'Cept for alligators, of course," Captain Quackers inserted.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Drake responded, "Except for alligators."
"You ever seen one? Up close? They're big. And their teeth are about the size of your beak."
Drakes eyes opened wide and his beak opened a little wider.
"Yep." Captain Quackers paused before adding "...that big. You still thinking about becoming a snowbird?"
"Well, maybe I won't stay this year," Drake answered. "Do you think that's what happens? I mean, when they decide to become snowbirds; do they get eaten by alligators? Is that why they don't come back?"
"Can't say for sure. The last time I was down there, I saw plenty of alligators. They weren't very happy."
"Why weren't they happy?" Drake asked as Captain Quackers paused to think back on the days of his youth when he was but a cabin boy on the great schooners that sailed out of Flamingo Bay.
"Not sure. I never asked them. But they were always crying. Crocodile tears they call them. Why alligators cried crocodile tears I never understood, but that's what they called them."
"Oh. Maybe when I become a snowbird, I'll ask them."
"Don't forget about their teeth. They're as big as your beak."
"Yeah, yeah, I won't forget about the teeth. I wish we had teeth. They look fun." Drake attempted a smile, pretending he had a mouth full of shiny teeth, but flinched as his beak went beyond his comfort zone. "Well, maybe I'd smile with my beak shut anyway. Probably better anyway."
"But then you have to brush them. And floss."
"Do alligators floss do you think?"
"That I don't know. All I know is that their teeth are as big as your beak."
"Yeah, you said that already. Hey, here come those swans again. Could you help me run them off, they're always eating out of my water garden and never listen to me."
"Sure, but this time, why not add a please and not yell at them from the get go. Swans respond better when they think it's their idea to do something. Get them to think that and your battle's already won."
"Thanks, Cap'n, I'll give it a shot. I'm sure going to miss you when I become a snowbird."
"I'll miss you too, Drake. You're a good neighbor. Well, enjoy the evening...and good luck with the swans."
And with that, Captain Quackers and Drake parted ways. Captain Quackers kept and eye on his neighbor as he swam towards his nest in the reeds. He could see Drake speaking with the swans, but couldn't hear what he was saying. Whatever it was must've worked, though, as the swans all started bobbing their heads up and down and the next thing you know, they were swimming away.
Another crisis averted, Captain Quackers thought to himself as he snuggled his head under his wing and quickly fell asleep as the pond came to life with creatures of the night.
This isn't really a big question, but more of where I want this to go. I think it would get pretty boring reading this if all it was was a recap of my daily events. Well, maybe not to those in the know (or not in the know, but in the know about the cast of characters). To those who just happen to stumble upon this and start reading, is it really that interesting? Should it be?
But if you really want to know what I did today, I'll share it with you: I know went to work. I worked (and ate lunch). And then I came home. Since it'd been a few days since my last run (and I've been trying to get a cardio session in on Wednesday), I decided to go for a run vs. 40 minutes on the bike at the gym. I was hoping to duplicate Saturday's effort of 3.1 miles (5k) in 25 minutes, but I started out too fast and was never able to slow it down. I was contemplating cutting it short when I ran through a swarm of gnats and swallowed about half of them. That made the decision for me as I couldn't get them out from my throat and it was bothering me to no end. I ended up doing about 2.5 miles, but walked the rest of the way to equal my time goal. Oh well, maybe Saturday. (The good news is that my knees didn't bother me much more than they usually did before my tendinitis! Am I truly on the road to recovery? Let's hope so!)
After returning home, I continued my chore of washing the deck. I forgot to close the laundry room door, though, and after I was finished, the house smelled like bleach. Fortunately I was able to air it out (somewhat) and it dissipated over the course of the evening. Only one more section is left to be done; hopefully I'll be able to finish that this week.
I'll finish this post with a story (after all, I did say I'd offer something along these lines when I introduced this blog)...
Captain Quackers landed on the water, his two feet out in front of him as he skied to a stop and settled into life on the water. He had been patrolling the skies above his home, looking for intruders and other malfeasants, but grew tired as it was getting late and he needed to get some dinner before knocking off for the night.
Paddling towards the shore, he saw Drake, his neighbor who lived in the reeds and went over to talk to him. Drake was a nice duck, as far as ducks go, but had a temper when the swans swam by and tried to feast on the grass growing in his water garden.
"Hey, Drake, how's it going?"
"Same as yesterday, Cap'n. My beak is acting up again and water's not going off my back like it used to do. I guess my age is catching up with me. One of these days, I'm going to head south for the winter and not return. Like them snowbirds I think they call them. Spend the rest of my days in sunny skies and not a care in the world."
"'Cept for alligators, of course," Captain Quackers inserted.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Drake responded, "Except for alligators."
"You ever seen one? Up close? They're big. And their teeth are about the size of your beak."
Drakes eyes opened wide and his beak opened a little wider.
"Yep." Captain Quackers paused before adding "...that big. You still thinking about becoming a snowbird?"
"Well, maybe I won't stay this year," Drake answered. "Do you think that's what happens? I mean, when they decide to become snowbirds; do they get eaten by alligators? Is that why they don't come back?"
"Can't say for sure. The last time I was down there, I saw plenty of alligators. They weren't very happy."
"Why weren't they happy?" Drake asked as Captain Quackers paused to think back on the days of his youth when he was but a cabin boy on the great schooners that sailed out of Flamingo Bay.
"Not sure. I never asked them. But they were always crying. Crocodile tears they call them. Why alligators cried crocodile tears I never understood, but that's what they called them."
"Oh. Maybe when I become a snowbird, I'll ask them."
"Don't forget about their teeth. They're as big as your beak."
"Yeah, yeah, I won't forget about the teeth. I wish we had teeth. They look fun." Drake attempted a smile, pretending he had a mouth full of shiny teeth, but flinched as his beak went beyond his comfort zone. "Well, maybe I'd smile with my beak shut anyway. Probably better anyway."
"But then you have to brush them. And floss."
"Do alligators floss do you think?"
"That I don't know. All I know is that their teeth are as big as your beak."
"Yeah, you said that already. Hey, here come those swans again. Could you help me run them off, they're always eating out of my water garden and never listen to me."
"Sure, but this time, why not add a please and not yell at them from the get go. Swans respond better when they think it's their idea to do something. Get them to think that and your battle's already won."
"Thanks, Cap'n, I'll give it a shot. I'm sure going to miss you when I become a snowbird."
"I'll miss you too, Drake. You're a good neighbor. Well, enjoy the evening...and good luck with the swans."
And with that, Captain Quackers and Drake parted ways. Captain Quackers kept and eye on his neighbor as he swam towards his nest in the reeds. He could see Drake speaking with the swans, but couldn't hear what he was saying. Whatever it was must've worked, though, as the swans all started bobbing their heads up and down and the next thing you know, they were swimming away.
Another crisis averted, Captain Quackers thought to himself as he snuggled his head under his wing and quickly fell asleep as the pond came to life with creatures of the night.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Day 70 - 05/01/2007
F came over last night for dinner and shared with us the whole story behind his impending divorce. It was quite a shock when he just laid it out there, especially since he's been mum about it for the past year or so.
As I sat there and listened to what he went through, how he found out, what all he did to figure out what was going on, etc., I couldn't help but think about how I would feel were I in the same situation and whether I would respond in kind. (The way he's responded would be called commendable, especially considering the circumstances.) It also made me more appreciative of my relationship with D and how our marriage has grown stronger over the years. D and I have grown, not only as individuals, but as husband and wife -- as a team -- as we've traversed the years since our wedding day (coming up on 13 years this month!). Of course, if you don't grow as a team in a relationship and learn to give and take with your partner, the relationship is doomed to fail.
That being said, just because a couple has problems, that doesn't mean they can't work through them...if both parties want to do so. (Of course, some problems -- like infidelity -- are harder to overcome than others.) The healing process may be long and involved and may include more than just the two immediate parties. It may include siblings and extended families. I was somewhat surprised when F told us that he was still seeing his niece and nephew (her sister's kids) since all this went down. I don't know if I could say the same thing (and will hopefully never find out).
As I sat there and listened to what he went through, how he found out, what all he did to figure out what was going on, etc., I couldn't help but think about how I would feel were I in the same situation and whether I would respond in kind. (The way he's responded would be called commendable, especially considering the circumstances.) It also made me more appreciative of my relationship with D and how our marriage has grown stronger over the years. D and I have grown, not only as individuals, but as husband and wife -- as a team -- as we've traversed the years since our wedding day (coming up on 13 years this month!). Of course, if you don't grow as a team in a relationship and learn to give and take with your partner, the relationship is doomed to fail.
That being said, just because a couple has problems, that doesn't mean they can't work through them...if both parties want to do so. (Of course, some problems -- like infidelity -- are harder to overcome than others.) The healing process may be long and involved and may include more than just the two immediate parties. It may include siblings and extended families. I was somewhat surprised when F told us that he was still seeing his niece and nephew (her sister's kids) since all this went down. I don't know if I could say the same thing (and will hopefully never find out).
Day 69 - 04/30/2007
Is it Friday yet? No? Then why am I telling the guy at the gym to have a good weekend when I sign out?
You don't know?
Yeah, neither do I.
You don't know?
Yeah, neither do I.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Day 68 - 04/29/2007
I really don't want to wake up, it was much too early and I hadn't finished sleeping, but I knew one of us needed to get up as M and N were downstairs on the computer and were about to stop getting along.
D wasn't budging so I ended up getting up and overseeing the jibber jabber between the two.
One thing led to another and, for some reason, M got sent to her room. Actually, the thing that started it was her asking me to pitch her wiffleballs (vs. softballs) so she could practice batting. I'd rather she practice with the real thing (she needs to work on her swing, based on what I saw Saturday) vs. an imitation of it and this set her off.
She needs a batting helmet. With a face guard. Her coach said so.
When I responded that she didn't, that I wouldn't be throwing at her head, but over the plate, the waterworks were opened, which led to the other thing and she was sent to her room. (When will she break the habit of instantly crying when she feels slighted and/or doesn't get her way? We've tried to talk to her about it, but it never seems to sink in...or is it just something she'll have to outgrow on her own?) After a while, I went up and we talked about what happened. She finally agreed that she didn't need a batting helmet and we gathered our gear and went up to the school to practice hitting and fielding.
At first, M fielded while N batted. They then switched and N attempted to field while I pitched to M. (I say try as he lost interest, just like he does in the games and practice.) After a while, I discovered that M couldn't see the ball with her helmet pulled down over her eyes, so I had her exchange it for a regular hat and the results were instantaneous: A solid hit right down the 3rd base line. After a few more hits, I made some suggestions on how to get more power into the swing and before you know it, she was swinging for the fences. (Of course, she wasn't connecting with all the balls, but her mechanics were good. She just needs to work on being more selective about which pitches to swing at.)
When she moved out into the field to practice fielding, I gave her some suggestions on how to improve her throwing ability (both in distance and accuracy). She took them to heart and, again, the results were immediate. I hope she remembers the suggestions when she goes to practice. Now I just need to help her with her catching and she'll be on her way to being a pretty good softballer. She has the aptitude to be a productive player, she's just a little afraid of getting hit by the ball, which is natural. I'll have to come up with a way to decrease her fear of the ball and increase her sense of ability when it comes to catching a fly ball.
N gave up and went to the playground. After a while, M followed him.
After 10 minutes of playing on the playground, M and I went back to the field and she worked on hitting and fielding again. I got the impression she was enjoying it, which I was glad to see. I also noticed an improvement in her mechanics in both hitting and throwing. It looked like she was taking the pointers I was giving her to heart and putting them to use in action. Yay!
After our practice session, we went home, where we grabbed a bite to eat and then N and I headed to Lowe's for some deck cleaner. When we got back, I discovered that the sprayer we've had for a few years no longer held pressure, so I had to put the deck cleaning project on hold until we could get a new pump sprayer. (I had power washed the deck last weekend [two weekends ago?], but it still needed some chemical help to get the wood looking fresh again. I'm not sure when it had been cleaned last; it definitely needs a good cleaning.) So...I was unable to clean the deck. Not to worry, we stopped by Home Depot (I can't stand that store for a laundry list of reasons -- they're the Best Buy of hardware stores) on our way home from Sarah's concert (musical?) at their church.
Speaking of which, after attempting to clean the deck (and successfully cleaning myself up), we went to Sarah's musical (concert?) at their church. It was the story of David and Goliath in musical format. Afterwards, there was a cookie line (as usual) and the kids played outside while the adults made small talk.
On the way home, we decided to stop by McDonald's (gasp!) so the kids could have dinner before Mass. Since we were sort of in the neighborhood, I suggested going to St. Leo's for their folk Mass. After finishing my Asian Salad w/ Grilled Chicken (which, surprisingly enough, was pretty good), I called to see what time Mass was. 5p (it was 505p when I called). What about Holy Spirit? No Sunday evening Mass. St. Mary's? No dice. By this time, we were going to miss 530p at St. Tim's so we headed out to the car. Looking at the clock, I made the executive decision to head over to Nativity in Burke. I thought they had a 530p Sunday Mass, but as it turns out, there's no evening Mass their either. My bad. So, instead of going to Mass, we stopped off at Home Depot, got the pump sprayer and headed home.
I got half of the deck done (well, 1/4 is more like it as the second 1/4 that I did didn't get clean enough and I'll have to clean it a second time in order for it to look good) before calling it quits for the night. The part that did get cleaned turned out pretty nice. I couldn't believe what a difference there is between the cleaned portion and the untreated portion. It's almost as if the old decking was taken up and new boards were put down in their place. I'm sure once the stain is applied, the deck will look like a new deck.
D wasn't budging so I ended up getting up and overseeing the jibber jabber between the two.
One thing led to another and, for some reason, M got sent to her room. Actually, the thing that started it was her asking me to pitch her wiffleballs (vs. softballs) so she could practice batting. I'd rather she practice with the real thing (she needs to work on her swing, based on what I saw Saturday) vs. an imitation of it and this set her off.
She needs a batting helmet. With a face guard. Her coach said so.
When I responded that she didn't, that I wouldn't be throwing at her head, but over the plate, the waterworks were opened, which led to the other thing and she was sent to her room. (When will she break the habit of instantly crying when she feels slighted and/or doesn't get her way? We've tried to talk to her about it, but it never seems to sink in...or is it just something she'll have to outgrow on her own?) After a while, I went up and we talked about what happened. She finally agreed that she didn't need a batting helmet and we gathered our gear and went up to the school to practice hitting and fielding.
At first, M fielded while N batted. They then switched and N attempted to field while I pitched to M. (I say try as he lost interest, just like he does in the games and practice.) After a while, I discovered that M couldn't see the ball with her helmet pulled down over her eyes, so I had her exchange it for a regular hat and the results were instantaneous: A solid hit right down the 3rd base line. After a few more hits, I made some suggestions on how to get more power into the swing and before you know it, she was swinging for the fences. (Of course, she wasn't connecting with all the balls, but her mechanics were good. She just needs to work on being more selective about which pitches to swing at.)
When she moved out into the field to practice fielding, I gave her some suggestions on how to improve her throwing ability (both in distance and accuracy). She took them to heart and, again, the results were immediate. I hope she remembers the suggestions when she goes to practice. Now I just need to help her with her catching and she'll be on her way to being a pretty good softballer. She has the aptitude to be a productive player, she's just a little afraid of getting hit by the ball, which is natural. I'll have to come up with a way to decrease her fear of the ball and increase her sense of ability when it comes to catching a fly ball.
N gave up and went to the playground. After a while, M followed him.
After 10 minutes of playing on the playground, M and I went back to the field and she worked on hitting and fielding again. I got the impression she was enjoying it, which I was glad to see. I also noticed an improvement in her mechanics in both hitting and throwing. It looked like she was taking the pointers I was giving her to heart and putting them to use in action. Yay!
After our practice session, we went home, where we grabbed a bite to eat and then N and I headed to Lowe's for some deck cleaner. When we got back, I discovered that the sprayer we've had for a few years no longer held pressure, so I had to put the deck cleaning project on hold until we could get a new pump sprayer. (I had power washed the deck last weekend [two weekends ago?], but it still needed some chemical help to get the wood looking fresh again. I'm not sure when it had been cleaned last; it definitely needs a good cleaning.) So...I was unable to clean the deck. Not to worry, we stopped by Home Depot (I can't stand that store for a laundry list of reasons -- they're the Best Buy of hardware stores) on our way home from Sarah's concert (musical?) at their church.
Speaking of which, after attempting to clean the deck (and successfully cleaning myself up), we went to Sarah's musical (concert?) at their church. It was the story of David and Goliath in musical format. Afterwards, there was a cookie line (as usual) and the kids played outside while the adults made small talk.
On the way home, we decided to stop by McDonald's (gasp!) so the kids could have dinner before Mass. Since we were sort of in the neighborhood, I suggested going to St. Leo's for their folk Mass. After finishing my Asian Salad w/ Grilled Chicken (which, surprisingly enough, was pretty good), I called to see what time Mass was. 5p (it was 505p when I called). What about Holy Spirit? No Sunday evening Mass. St. Mary's? No dice. By this time, we were going to miss 530p at St. Tim's so we headed out to the car. Looking at the clock, I made the executive decision to head over to Nativity in Burke. I thought they had a 530p Sunday Mass, but as it turns out, there's no evening Mass their either. My bad. So, instead of going to Mass, we stopped off at Home Depot, got the pump sprayer and headed home.
I got half of the deck done (well, 1/4 is more like it as the second 1/4 that I did didn't get clean enough and I'll have to clean it a second time in order for it to look good) before calling it quits for the night. The part that did get cleaned turned out pretty nice. I couldn't believe what a difference there is between the cleaned portion and the untreated portion. It's almost as if the old decking was taken up and new boards were put down in their place. I'm sure once the stain is applied, the deck will look like a new deck.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Day 67 - 04/28/2007
N woke us up around 730a, so I went downstairs to set him up with a show. Afterwards I checked e-mail and responded to a query about supporting Suunto heart rate information in iTriTracker. (It currently doesn't, but if the guy can send in a file, I'll look into it.) Looking at the time, I thought I'd have time to fertilize the yard (as well as apply weed control) before we had to leave for N's game. The grass was wet from the night before (which is required for better weed control), so I only had to load the spreader and go.
Forty minutes later I was done, which left me with just enough time to change, grab some grub (oatmeal w/ a sliced banana, raisins and cranberries) and head out to the field. M wanted to ride with us, so the three of us left on our bikes; D drove the van and met us at the game (she would end up driving N and M over to M's game; I rode my bike and met them there). The problem child ended up not showing up, as did one of the other wanderers. However, one of the kids who just doesn't listen (and when he does, does it EXACTLY as he's told) did show up (he wasn't there last week).
It was interesting trying to get him to do what he was supposed to do. Funny, but interesting. He was playing catcher for the second inning and after I described what he needed to do, I left and coached the pitcher for a few batters, after which I returned to coach the catcher. In my absence, he had been playing in the dirt and just not paying attention. When I arrived back at home, I saw that he had been drawing a box (the opposing coach drew a box for the batters so that they would know where to stand). His box, however, had some flowers and a flag, along with his name to indicate it was his box. I was pulling my hair out trying to keep my cool, but I was able to struggle through it. (At times like these, I just keep thinking to myself [as opposed to thinking to others] that in an hour it will all be over. It usually works.)
Finally the game was over and, after loading the equipment into the van (Mike won't be there next week, so I've been promoted to acting head coach), as well as the kids' bikes, D took off for M's game and I followed on my bike. In my frenzy of volunteering for the kids' teams, I somehow signed up to keep stats. I thought "how hard could it be?" thinking that it'd be a piece of cake and likening it to keeping score at a professional ball game. Uh, no, it wasn't even close.
It was my first time and I had no idea what to expect. Not only was I in charge of keeping stats (each side of the inning was comprised of three outs or five runs, whichever came first), but I was also in charge of keeping the girls in order with regard to batting order. And all this without knowing but three of them. As I found out, it was nowhere near as easy as I thought it was, but I got through it. I now know what to expect the next game and will be much more prepared.
After the game, M and I rode our bikes home. It was longer than she thought, but she made it (it was about 3 miles, give or take) with only a few complaints (there's a huge hill at the very start, which would've been bad had it not also been the only hill). We got home just in time to head down to the Agan's birthday party. They celebrate their three kids' birthdays on the same day (this will be their last year doing so) since their birthdays are near each others. Sixty two kids were expected, as well as 40+ adults (some adults opted to drop their kids off, but since it was right down the street from us, both D and I stayed). Even with the size of the party, it didn't seem too crowded. They had a couple of moonbounces (on a regular one, the other an obstacle course), a cotton candy machine, arts and crafts stations, a couple dozen pizzas, the works. After the party wound down and most kids had left, the adults kicked the remaining kids out of the obstacle course and had races. Most of us ended up with moonbounce burn (sort of like rugburn, but worse), but it was worth it.
After the party wound down, we headed home where the kids got ready for bed, D got a shower and I went out for a run. I hadn't run in a couple of weeks (not really sure why) and was determined to go five...kilometers (which I did). Since I had been up and about pretty much all day, I didn't warm up with that much of a walk -- barely 1/10th of a mile. I then proceeded to run the next 3 miles and finished up in about 24 minutes. I don't think I could have gone much farther, although if I really pushed it, I'm sure I could have done another six (tops). Emotionally I felt fine, but I was huffing and puffing towards the end. The good news is that my knees didn't bother me all that much (well, not much more than they normally would). After getting home, I iced the right one while I played backgammon on the computer and then headed upstairs to shower for our group date.
One of D's friends had invited us out with her and and her husband and one thing led to another and before you knew it, there were three other couples joining them on their date. We had reservations all over town, but finally settled on Sakura (a Japanese restaurant in Fair Lakes where the food is cooked at your table). We met in the bar and after a couple of rounds, we were shown to our table. The table sat 10 people and there was another couple already there, so we immediately filled it up. We sort of felt sorry for the couple as they were overrun with a bunch of loud, talkative, laughing people who the didn't know. We couldn't figure out whether they were a couple or brother and sister. They looked alike, but it also appeared they were on a date. Regardless of their relationship, they didn't look like they were having much fun and we don't think they said two words to each other all night long. She spent more time on her phone than she did conversing in real life. They didn't even to enjoy it when the chef tossed the shrimp in the air for everyone to catch (well, one person at a time). Oh well, we had fun, even if the food wasn't all that great (well, not worth the price at least -- I'm pretty sure you pay extra for the "show" the chef puts on when he cooks at your table). The sushi we ordered was good though, and even though it was offered on a menu (vs. buffet), I might have to head there sometime as an alternative to Sho Chiku (the place in Centreville we usually go to for sushi).
After Sakura, it was still (somewhat) early, so we headed over to Coastal Flats for a couple of drinks. The ladies had Key Lime-tinis which, I must say, were pretty damn good (although I'd prefer it if mine were served in a highball for the more masculine look, please). After getting stuck w/ a Dominion Ale (which isn't all that bad) because they didn't have draft available at the outside bar, I switched to a mojito, which was also pretty good. After two rounds, we were ready to call it quits. We piled into Ted's car and were driven home.
For some reason we thought it was a good idea to watch SNL when we got home vs. going straight to bed. We finally dragged ourselves upstairs around 1230a and crawled into bed, dreading the next morning when we knew N would be in our room to wake us up at what we would feel was an unacceptable hour.
Forty minutes later I was done, which left me with just enough time to change, grab some grub (oatmeal w/ a sliced banana, raisins and cranberries) and head out to the field. M wanted to ride with us, so the three of us left on our bikes; D drove the van and met us at the game (she would end up driving N and M over to M's game; I rode my bike and met them there). The problem child ended up not showing up, as did one of the other wanderers. However, one of the kids who just doesn't listen (and when he does, does it EXACTLY as he's told) did show up (he wasn't there last week).
It was interesting trying to get him to do what he was supposed to do. Funny, but interesting. He was playing catcher for the second inning and after I described what he needed to do, I left and coached the pitcher for a few batters, after which I returned to coach the catcher. In my absence, he had been playing in the dirt and just not paying attention. When I arrived back at home, I saw that he had been drawing a box (the opposing coach drew a box for the batters so that they would know where to stand). His box, however, had some flowers and a flag, along with his name to indicate it was his box. I was pulling my hair out trying to keep my cool, but I was able to struggle through it. (At times like these, I just keep thinking to myself [as opposed to thinking to others] that in an hour it will all be over. It usually works.)
Finally the game was over and, after loading the equipment into the van (Mike won't be there next week, so I've been promoted to acting head coach), as well as the kids' bikes, D took off for M's game and I followed on my bike. In my frenzy of volunteering for the kids' teams, I somehow signed up to keep stats. I thought "how hard could it be?" thinking that it'd be a piece of cake and likening it to keeping score at a professional ball game. Uh, no, it wasn't even close.
It was my first time and I had no idea what to expect. Not only was I in charge of keeping stats (each side of the inning was comprised of three outs or five runs, whichever came first), but I was also in charge of keeping the girls in order with regard to batting order. And all this without knowing but three of them. As I found out, it was nowhere near as easy as I thought it was, but I got through it. I now know what to expect the next game and will be much more prepared.
After the game, M and I rode our bikes home. It was longer than she thought, but she made it (it was about 3 miles, give or take) with only a few complaints (there's a huge hill at the very start, which would've been bad had it not also been the only hill). We got home just in time to head down to the Agan's birthday party. They celebrate their three kids' birthdays on the same day (this will be their last year doing so) since their birthdays are near each others. Sixty two kids were expected, as well as 40+ adults (some adults opted to drop their kids off, but since it was right down the street from us, both D and I stayed). Even with the size of the party, it didn't seem too crowded. They had a couple of moonbounces (on a regular one, the other an obstacle course), a cotton candy machine, arts and crafts stations, a couple dozen pizzas, the works. After the party wound down and most kids had left, the adults kicked the remaining kids out of the obstacle course and had races. Most of us ended up with moonbounce burn (sort of like rugburn, but worse), but it was worth it.
After the party wound down, we headed home where the kids got ready for bed, D got a shower and I went out for a run. I hadn't run in a couple of weeks (not really sure why) and was determined to go five...kilometers (which I did). Since I had been up and about pretty much all day, I didn't warm up with that much of a walk -- barely 1/10th of a mile. I then proceeded to run the next 3 miles and finished up in about 24 minutes. I don't think I could have gone much farther, although if I really pushed it, I'm sure I could have done another six (tops). Emotionally I felt fine, but I was huffing and puffing towards the end. The good news is that my knees didn't bother me all that much (well, not much more than they normally would). After getting home, I iced the right one while I played backgammon on the computer and then headed upstairs to shower for our group date.
One of D's friends had invited us out with her and and her husband and one thing led to another and before you knew it, there were three other couples joining them on their date. We had reservations all over town, but finally settled on Sakura (a Japanese restaurant in Fair Lakes where the food is cooked at your table). We met in the bar and after a couple of rounds, we were shown to our table. The table sat 10 people and there was another couple already there, so we immediately filled it up. We sort of felt sorry for the couple as they were overrun with a bunch of loud, talkative, laughing people who the didn't know. We couldn't figure out whether they were a couple or brother and sister. They looked alike, but it also appeared they were on a date. Regardless of their relationship, they didn't look like they were having much fun and we don't think they said two words to each other all night long. She spent more time on her phone than she did conversing in real life. They didn't even to enjoy it when the chef tossed the shrimp in the air for everyone to catch (well, one person at a time). Oh well, we had fun, even if the food wasn't all that great (well, not worth the price at least -- I'm pretty sure you pay extra for the "show" the chef puts on when he cooks at your table). The sushi we ordered was good though, and even though it was offered on a menu (vs. buffet), I might have to head there sometime as an alternative to Sho Chiku (the place in Centreville we usually go to for sushi).
After Sakura, it was still (somewhat) early, so we headed over to Coastal Flats for a couple of drinks. The ladies had Key Lime-tinis which, I must say, were pretty damn good (although I'd prefer it if mine were served in a highball for the more masculine look, please). After getting stuck w/ a Dominion Ale (which isn't all that bad) because they didn't have draft available at the outside bar, I switched to a mojito, which was also pretty good. After two rounds, we were ready to call it quits. We piled into Ted's car and were driven home.
For some reason we thought it was a good idea to watch SNL when we got home vs. going straight to bed. We finally dragged ourselves upstairs around 1230a and crawled into bed, dreading the next morning when we knew N would be in our room to wake us up at what we would feel was an unacceptable hour.
Day 66 - 04/27/2007
It's Friday and....
...The weekend's here
and we'll have a keg of beer
We'll relax!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
And take off our slacks!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
And sit around the house in our rotten underwear
Hallelujah!
Alright, now that that flash from the past is out of the way, let's get down to business. Not much to report today, other than it's Friday. I went in early and was able to knock out some work in the quiet early morning hours. I met my dad for lunch and went to Teocalli Tamale (two days in a row...yay!). This time I forewent the tamale platter and instead got the tamale burrito (with another tamale on the side). Have I mentioned how much I love their tamales?!? They are the deal!
Later that afternoon I hit the gym, before finally getting home around 6p. D and the kids were down at the pipestem which allowed me to get some decompression time with an icepack on my knee (they're doing pretty good, but from time to time still bother me, especially after working out, biking or running) and the latestcopy of Running Times. D called and asked me to pop a Boboli in the oven, so I started dinner. Right as it was ready, D, M and N came in the door and we sat down and ate.
After dinner, the kids got bathed and I took a shower before settling in to continue reading Narnia. Once they were in bed, I relaxed in front of hockey (as well as mindless Man vs. Wild). Buffalo was tied up with the Rangers when I turned it on a couple minutes into the 3rd period. They were able to take the lead with about six minutes left and the Rangers fought hard to tie it up (having a 6 on 4 for the last couple minutes of regulation), but were unable to do so. I love the playoffs. After the game, I hit the sack so I wouldn't be worn out for N's game on Saturday (it was at 9a, with M's following at 11a).
...The weekend's here
and we'll have a keg of beer
We'll relax!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
And take off our slacks!
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
And sit around the house in our rotten underwear
Hallelujah!
Alright, now that that flash from the past is out of the way, let's get down to business. Not much to report today, other than it's Friday. I went in early and was able to knock out some work in the quiet early morning hours. I met my dad for lunch and went to Teocalli Tamale (two days in a row...yay!). This time I forewent the tamale platter and instead got the tamale burrito (with another tamale on the side). Have I mentioned how much I love their tamales?!? They are the deal!
Later that afternoon I hit the gym, before finally getting home around 6p. D and the kids were down at the pipestem which allowed me to get some decompression time with an icepack on my knee (they're doing pretty good, but from time to time still bother me, especially after working out, biking or running) and the latestcopy of Running Times. D called and asked me to pop a Boboli in the oven, so I started dinner. Right as it was ready, D, M and N came in the door and we sat down and ate.
After dinner, the kids got bathed and I took a shower before settling in to continue reading Narnia. Once they were in bed, I relaxed in front of hockey (as well as mindless Man vs. Wild). Buffalo was tied up with the Rangers when I turned it on a couple minutes into the 3rd period. They were able to take the lead with about six minutes left and the Rangers fought hard to tie it up (having a 6 on 4 for the last couple minutes of regulation), but were unable to do so. I love the playoffs. After the game, I hit the sack so I wouldn't be worn out for N's game on Saturday (it was at 9a, with M's following at 11a).
Day 65 - 04/26/2007
It's the official "Take Your Daughters (and Sons) to Work Day" day. Seeing as M is only 8 and pretty much all I do is sit at my computer all day (actually doing work, not just sitting there), I didn't think it was necessary to take her there for the full day. With that in mind, I picked her up from school at 11a and brought her back to the office. After an hour or so of introducing her to my co-workers, we sat in my office and I tried to explain to her what a database was (as that's what I was troubleshooting at the time), but am not sure whether I was successful or not, M was more intrigued with trying to solve the golf puzzle I keep on my desk vs. what her father does. Oh well, I had anticipated this, which is why I only brought her in for a few hours.
Since it was almost lunch time (and we were getting hungry from all the hard er um work we were doing), we headed out for a bite to eat. M wanted to go to McDonald's or KFC or Popeyes; I had other plans. Out of the suggestions I offered (sushi, Indian, Thai or pho), she chose pho, but only because I described it as noodle soup. When she responded that she likes chicken noodle soup, I 'fessed up that this wasn't like the chicken noodle soup she was used to, but more like the ramen noodles she likes.
"Uh, can we go to McDonald's drive-thru instead?" she said when I told her what pho was.
"Uh....no."
I can't recall the last time I ate fast food for lunch (there were times long ago when I'd break down and get a Wendy's #3 [Spicy Chicken sandwich w/ mustard] or a trio of tacos from Taco Bell, but those days are long gone). I guess the closest I come now to eating that would be when I hit Baja Fresh for their fish tacos. Mmmmmmmmmmm, I love their fish tacos. They are muy delicioso!
So, with that in mind, I decided to compromise and we decided to go to Teocalli Tamale. It's not the closest place to eat, and the ambiance isn't all that great, but the tamales are top notch (their fish tacos, eh, not so much).
Anyway, we ate lunch, although M didn't eat much, except for chips and guacamole. She (like me) loves the guac. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
After lunch, I took her back to school for the remainder of the day and I headed back to my office to continue investigating the database issues I've been encountering.
I took off from work to get home, eat dinner (fruit salad and cheese, as I was still full from lunch) and get to N's practice. Tonight's practice was trying. Mike (the head coach) wasn't there and it was up to me to run it. Rick, Tai and Mike were there to help, but even with the four of us, the kids weren't paying attention and were often lost in their own worlds. One of the kids has no attention span. As soon as you tell him to do something (or not to do something), he goes back to what he was doing, oblivious to what you just told him. If he starts interacting with other players, they get distracted and next thing you know, none of the kids are paying attention. He's also wont to get physical with the other players when going for a ball (e.g., tackle them) and won't stop. At one point he shoved one of the other kids, I took him aside and told him we were all on the same team and there wasn't to be any shoving, hitting or kicking between teammates (or in baseball in general). As I returned to the position I was shadowing, he started mumbling something under his breath. I caught his attention when I stopped in my tracks, turned around and looked him square in the eye, gave him my "don't mess with me look" and asked him "Is there something you want to share with me?"
His eyes grew to be the size of saucers and he stopped cold in his tracks.
"Because if there is, say it out loud so I can hear it. If not, keep it to yourself."
Is this what it's come to? Trying to instill discipline and respect to other people's kids? (This is the same kid who went on a sit-down strike during the game last week when he was playing pitcher. His mom gave him what for after the game, but I don't think it was enough to sink in and change his attitude.) After practice, I spoke with another coach about him (he had noticed his behavior as well and was the one to bring it up). He was under the same impression I was with regard to having to discipline other kids. He hadn't intended on having to take on that task, but he wasn't afraid of doing it. We'll see what happens at Saturday's game; hopefully his mom (who was at practice) gave him a bit of advice on the way home and it will finally sink in.
Somehow, I doubt it.
Since it was almost lunch time (and we were getting hungry from all the hard er um work we were doing), we headed out for a bite to eat. M wanted to go to McDonald's or KFC or Popeyes; I had other plans. Out of the suggestions I offered (sushi, Indian, Thai or pho), she chose pho, but only because I described it as noodle soup. When she responded that she likes chicken noodle soup, I 'fessed up that this wasn't like the chicken noodle soup she was used to, but more like the ramen noodles she likes.
"Uh, can we go to McDonald's drive-thru instead?" she said when I told her what pho was.
"Uh....no."
I can't recall the last time I ate fast food for lunch (there were times long ago when I'd break down and get a Wendy's #3 [Spicy Chicken sandwich w/ mustard] or a trio of tacos from Taco Bell, but those days are long gone). I guess the closest I come now to eating that would be when I hit Baja Fresh for their fish tacos. Mmmmmmmmmmm, I love their fish tacos. They are muy delicioso!
So, with that in mind, I decided to compromise and we decided to go to Teocalli Tamale. It's not the closest place to eat, and the ambiance isn't all that great, but the tamales are top notch (their fish tacos, eh, not so much).
Anyway, we ate lunch, although M didn't eat much, except for chips and guacamole. She (like me) loves the guac. Mmmmmmmmmmm.
After lunch, I took her back to school for the remainder of the day and I headed back to my office to continue investigating the database issues I've been encountering.
I took off from work to get home, eat dinner (fruit salad and cheese, as I was still full from lunch) and get to N's practice. Tonight's practice was trying. Mike (the head coach) wasn't there and it was up to me to run it. Rick, Tai and Mike were there to help, but even with the four of us, the kids weren't paying attention and were often lost in their own worlds. One of the kids has no attention span. As soon as you tell him to do something (or not to do something), he goes back to what he was doing, oblivious to what you just told him. If he starts interacting with other players, they get distracted and next thing you know, none of the kids are paying attention. He's also wont to get physical with the other players when going for a ball (e.g., tackle them) and won't stop. At one point he shoved one of the other kids, I took him aside and told him we were all on the same team and there wasn't to be any shoving, hitting or kicking between teammates (or in baseball in general). As I returned to the position I was shadowing, he started mumbling something under his breath. I caught his attention when I stopped in my tracks, turned around and looked him square in the eye, gave him my "don't mess with me look" and asked him "Is there something you want to share with me?"
His eyes grew to be the size of saucers and he stopped cold in his tracks.
"Because if there is, say it out loud so I can hear it. If not, keep it to yourself."
Is this what it's come to? Trying to instill discipline and respect to other people's kids? (This is the same kid who went on a sit-down strike during the game last week when he was playing pitcher. His mom gave him what for after the game, but I don't think it was enough to sink in and change his attitude.) After practice, I spoke with another coach about him (he had noticed his behavior as well and was the one to bring it up). He was under the same impression I was with regard to having to discipline other kids. He hadn't intended on having to take on that task, but he wasn't afraid of doing it. We'll see what happens at Saturday's game; hopefully his mom (who was at practice) gave him a bit of advice on the way home and it will finally sink in.
Somehow, I doubt it.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Day 64 - 04/25/2007
Met D for lunch at Preet. It's been a while since we had a lunch date and with her potentially going back to work and summer looming, time is running out. Of course, I could always go home for lunch, but that's not the same as having focused one-on-one time together. It's also been a while since I've lunched at Preet and it hasn't changed much. The tikka aloo was a bit overdone, but other than that, the food was excellent. And as is usually the case when I eat there (or any Indian buffet), I overate, finishing two plates, plus some kheer for dessert.
After work I hit the gym for 40 minutes on the bike and that helped me feel less full, but even after that, I skipped the bulk of dinner (I had some fruit and cheese) as I was still pretty full from lunch. D joined me in skipping dinner; maybe it's just the effect Indian food has on you: It leaves you fuller throughout the day.
Yet another day went by where I neglected the yard. The forecast called for rain, so I didn't bother putting down the fertilizer like I was planning to during the week. Of course, it didn't rain, so another opportunity was lost. Oh well, maybe Friday (as we have practice on Thursday).
D and I watched Heroes that we Tivo'd on Monday. While I enjoy the show, it's pretty much fluff. There's no deep plot, no twists and turns, no drama other than what's on the surface. But I think that's part of the draw. Unlike Lost, where there's a whole fanbase on the Internet devoted to every little detail, Heroes doesn't seem to have the same fanaticism associated with it (unless it's out there and I'm just not as interested in looking for it as I am with Lost). I'm still left wondering whether this will be a one-season story (much like 24) with a new story starting next season for our heroes to follow. Or will the same people even be in the next season? I'm not sure, but also really don't care. It's interesting, yes, but not all-consuming (at least to me) like Lost. Even with the negative press and slow start to the season, I still think Lost is the best show on TV. (Of course, there are only three shows that I watch, so maybe I'm not qualified to make that proclamation!)
After work I hit the gym for 40 minutes on the bike and that helped me feel less full, but even after that, I skipped the bulk of dinner (I had some fruit and cheese) as I was still pretty full from lunch. D joined me in skipping dinner; maybe it's just the effect Indian food has on you: It leaves you fuller throughout the day.
Yet another day went by where I neglected the yard. The forecast called for rain, so I didn't bother putting down the fertilizer like I was planning to during the week. Of course, it didn't rain, so another opportunity was lost. Oh well, maybe Friday (as we have practice on Thursday).
D and I watched Heroes that we Tivo'd on Monday. While I enjoy the show, it's pretty much fluff. There's no deep plot, no twists and turns, no drama other than what's on the surface. But I think that's part of the draw. Unlike Lost, where there's a whole fanbase on the Internet devoted to every little detail, Heroes doesn't seem to have the same fanaticism associated with it (unless it's out there and I'm just not as interested in looking for it as I am with Lost). I'm still left wondering whether this will be a one-season story (much like 24) with a new story starting next season for our heroes to follow. Or will the same people even be in the next season? I'm not sure, but also really don't care. It's interesting, yes, but not all-consuming (at least to me) like Lost. Even with the negative press and slow start to the season, I still think Lost is the best show on TV. (Of course, there are only three shows that I watch, so maybe I'm not qualified to make that proclamation!)
Day 63 - 04/24/2007
Whoops! Sorry about that!
I flaked and rode my bike to work, failing to recall before I left the house that I was supposed to volunteer at the library today. That wouldn't have been a problem by itself, as I could have ridden it to school (except that I didn't remember that I had library duty until I received the voice mail from D, which by then was too late).
Again...whoops!
I did send an e-mail to Mrs. Watson apologizing for leaving them in a lurch and, in doing so, signed up to volunteer for the Book Fair coming up in May.
That being said, I did get a good ride in to work, as well as a good one home. Actually, it was good that I rode in as traffic was terrible. 28 was backed up to Westfields, Westfields was backed up to Walney, 50 was backed up past Stonecroft, and Stonecroft was backed up passed Westfields Marriott. I'm sure it would've taken me the same amount of time to drive as it did to ride. Aside from huffing the fumes, I really enjoy commute by bike: Not only does it give me the opportunity to get in a couple cardio workouts on the days when I ride my bike, it gets me out of the car and into the wind. I don't mind riding in the traffic, as (for the most part) it's not travelling that fast.
I flaked and rode my bike to work, failing to recall before I left the house that I was supposed to volunteer at the library today. That wouldn't have been a problem by itself, as I could have ridden it to school (except that I didn't remember that I had library duty until I received the voice mail from D, which by then was too late).
Again...whoops!
I did send an e-mail to Mrs. Watson apologizing for leaving them in a lurch and, in doing so, signed up to volunteer for the Book Fair coming up in May.
That being said, I did get a good ride in to work, as well as a good one home. Actually, it was good that I rode in as traffic was terrible. 28 was backed up to Westfields, Westfields was backed up to Walney, 50 was backed up past Stonecroft, and Stonecroft was backed up passed Westfields Marriott. I'm sure it would've taken me the same amount of time to drive as it did to ride. Aside from huffing the fumes, I really enjoy commute by bike: Not only does it give me the opportunity to get in a couple cardio workouts on the days when I ride my bike, it gets me out of the car and into the wind. I don't mind riding in the traffic, as (for the most part) it's not travelling that fast.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Day 62 - 04/23/2007
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh, Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday, Monday, it's here to stay.
While not as good as California Dreamin', it's still a fine song (sort of like Brandy, who's a fine girl).
But the only similarity it has with this post is that it's about a Monday. The first day of the workweek for both me AND D. Yes, you read right. After almost 6 years out of the workforce as a full-time mom, D went back to work today.
What's funny about this is that she indicated to the school last week that she was interested in subbing next school year, once N started kindergarten. We've been discussing her going back to work off-and-on once N was in school full time. Her concerns were that she wanted to have something that provided a somewhat flexible schedule so that she could be home with the kids, as well as something that wasn't stress-filled, so that she'd be able to leave work at the office. She reached the decision that being a substitute teacher would meet those needs and she ran with it. I stand behind her 100% as it makes the most sense. Why go back to work and have to shell our money for day care when she doesn't have to go back to work in the first place. (Sure, it'd be nice from a financial standpoint to have some extra cash for vacations and the like, but it's not like we're this close to being sent to the poor house or anything.)
Anyway, about 730a, Mrs. Jardine called, asking of D would be able to sub. Remember, she only expressed interest last Wednesday and hadn't even filled out the paperwork yet. So, with that in mind, she drove the kids to school and stayed to work for a couple hours. She subbed for the other preschool class, so she was out when N was out, which was convenient.
I joked with her that she can bring home the bacon AND fry it up in the pan. She laughed. I laughed. It was a pathetic attempt at humor.
As for my day at the office, I worked on the usual stuff, went to they gym (where I put in 40 minutes on the bike as I had to pick up M from softball) and then went and...yes, picked up M from softball practice.
I had two Lean Pockets for dinner and burned my fingers taking the plate out of the microwave (not too bad, they were fine later on that evening). That's the first time that's ever happened; hopefully it'll be the last as well.
Monday, Monday, it just turns out that way
Oh, Monday, Monday, won't go away
Monday, Monday, it's here to stay.
While not as good as California Dreamin', it's still a fine song (sort of like Brandy, who's a fine girl).
But the only similarity it has with this post is that it's about a Monday. The first day of the workweek for both me AND D. Yes, you read right. After almost 6 years out of the workforce as a full-time mom, D went back to work today.
What's funny about this is that she indicated to the school last week that she was interested in subbing next school year, once N started kindergarten. We've been discussing her going back to work off-and-on once N was in school full time. Her concerns were that she wanted to have something that provided a somewhat flexible schedule so that she could be home with the kids, as well as something that wasn't stress-filled, so that she'd be able to leave work at the office. She reached the decision that being a substitute teacher would meet those needs and she ran with it. I stand behind her 100% as it makes the most sense. Why go back to work and have to shell our money for day care when she doesn't have to go back to work in the first place. (Sure, it'd be nice from a financial standpoint to have some extra cash for vacations and the like, but it's not like we're this close to being sent to the poor house or anything.)
Anyway, about 730a, Mrs. Jardine called, asking of D would be able to sub. Remember, she only expressed interest last Wednesday and hadn't even filled out the paperwork yet. So, with that in mind, she drove the kids to school and stayed to work for a couple hours. She subbed for the other preschool class, so she was out when N was out, which was convenient.
I joked with her that she can bring home the bacon AND fry it up in the pan. She laughed. I laughed. It was a pathetic attempt at humor.
As for my day at the office, I worked on the usual stuff, went to they gym (where I put in 40 minutes on the bike as I had to pick up M from softball) and then went and...yes, picked up M from softball practice.
I had two Lean Pockets for dinner and burned my fingers taking the plate out of the microwave (not too bad, they were fine later on that evening). That's the first time that's ever happened; hopefully it'll be the last as well.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Day 61 - 04/22/2007
It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Yes, I realize it's April, and that Christmas is in December, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the playoffs. Multiple OTs, higher intensity play by all four lines (and even some questionable plays made by back up goalies on a certain team from Calgary): There's nothing quite like it.
Of course, since the Caps aren't playing (well, not playing hockey, that is, I'm sure they have their pick of tee times), I'm free to root for teams I normally wouldn't support.
Tonight's tilt comprises the Detroit vs. Calgary (the Red Wings are leading the series 3-2). So far, the team scoring first has won each game. We'll see if that continues tonight; Calgary just scored the first goal of the game. I won't mind if the Flames win tonight, as long as the Red Wings win the series. I'd love to see them play Buffalo (or Ottawa) in the finals (but, as I say every year, as long as the series are exciting, it doesn't much matter). Watching the playoffs on Tivo is even better. I'm able to start the game a little late and then catch up over the course of the game. Intermission isn't anywhere near the 20 minutes it is at the arena. Ah, the beauty of Tivo.
But that's what's going on this evening. Let's go back to this morning and catch up.
M and N were up late last night taking advantage of Britany babysitting. When we got home from bowling, N was still up and M had yet to fall into deep sleep. N woke up about normal time, but M didn't get up until about 930a. Since D was meeting Sheri and Janene for brunch, I decided we'd (M, N and I) would go for a bike ride. Down to Walney Pond. No, down the trail the other way to the Parkway. No, scratch that one, too: We would go to Burke Lake. After loading our bikes on the van (which was a pain as the bike rack didn't fit the van as it does a regular car -- the top straps had to be jerry-rigged to the roof rack vs. the top of the rear door) and loading snacks and drinks in the backpack (as well as M loading her backpack with snacks and drinks of her own), we made our way (gingerly, so as the bikes wouldn't fall off the rack) to Burke Lake. Upon arriving, we unloaded and mounted our bikes, only to stop every 20 yards or so to investigate something or another. After about a mile or so of this, we finally got going. It went much better than I expected, although some of the hills gave both M and N fits, forcing them off their bikes and walking up the hill.
During one of our stops, we saw a heron eating a frog for breakfast (brunch? lunch?). At another, we saw ants dragging away a rolypoly for a future meal (or so I would think). Later on, we saw people feeding Canada geese, completely oblivious to the sign right in front of them requesting that they please not feed the waterfowl. Oh, I get it, it's okay as long as you're doing it for the opportunity of getting a pic of your 3 year old daughter getting molested by half-dozen Canada geese because she's got a bag of popcorn and they want it. That makes it alright...I guess.
What I most enjoyed about the ride was the opportunity to teach them how to ride in a public environment. There were runners and bikers and walkers (and dogs) galore. Before heading out (as well as throughout the ride), I stressed the importance of riding in a courteous manner (e.g., keeping to the right, announcing when you pass, riding single file, etc.). For the most part, they both understood (or at least did as I asked them too), although it irked me when others on the trail didn't do the same, especially the kid on his bike passing us w/o announcing while we wee in the middle of two-way traffic. I gave him a verbal dose of what-for, but it probably fell on deaf ears; I noticed white wires coming from underneath his helmet as he rode away indicating that he probably wasn't deaf, but he definitely wasn't hearing what I had to say.
After (finally!) arriving back at the parking lot, we dropped off our backpacks and made our way over to the playground. N talked me into getting an ice cream cone for the three of us by agreeing to sample a fig newton. Yes, we have to bribe him to eat cookies (although in his defense, I didn't care all that much for them as a kid either). This was but another stop on the road to getting him to expand his palate. I got a race track set for him last summer in Illinois and was planning on giving it to him for Christmas. Christmas came and went and I completely forgot about it. Now that we've made progress in other areas (e.g., losing the training wheels, getting rid of his bed guard), I thought now would be a great time to make progress on the food front (although both the training wheels and the bed guard were his doing, so maybe we'll have to wait for his palate to expand on his schedule). So, I told him I'd give him his mystery gift once he started eating his fruits and vegetables. So what did he do? He negotiated with me to give him hints whenever he tried something new. So far, he's tried chocolate covered almonds (it's got wheels), honey nut cheerios (it's on a track) and this afternoon, fig newtons (no hint, he got an ice cream cone instead). This evening, we had canned peaches (from Illinois, not from Del Monte) for dinner. As always, I gave him a small piece and holy hell broke loose (the "as always" referred to both giving him a small piece as well as holy hell breaking loose).
Anyway, we were at Burke Lake, weren't we? Yes, sampling a fig newton in exchange for an ice cream cone. After licking our way to the bottom of our cones (and me helping N with getting his cone from melting all over his hand because he wasn't licking it fast enough), both N and M played on the play set for about 15 minutes while I sat back and watched the world go by.
On the way back home, I decided to go home via Clifton Road. It's not as short a route as 123 to the Parkway, but it's designated a Virginia Scenic Byway, which is much better than the regular way. Plus the houses back there are pretty impressive (which distracted the kids enough so that they weren't grousing about how long it was taking to get home). It's not often that I get in a Sunday drive (literally in this case) with the kids in the car; I'm glad they were busy looking at the scenery (and M didn't ask once about watching a DVD!).
We made it back home just in time to finish lunch (leftover pizza for them, a pork chop and egg noodles for me) before D got back from brunch. After a quick change, I went out and finished up the deck. I was able to finish the rest of the deck and the chairs just in time for the power washer to run out of gas.
Yes, I realize it's April, and that Christmas is in December, but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the playoffs. Multiple OTs, higher intensity play by all four lines (and even some questionable plays made by back up goalies on a certain team from Calgary): There's nothing quite like it.
Of course, since the Caps aren't playing (well, not playing hockey, that is, I'm sure they have their pick of tee times), I'm free to root for teams I normally wouldn't support.
Tonight's tilt comprises the Detroit vs. Calgary (the Red Wings are leading the series 3-2). So far, the team scoring first has won each game. We'll see if that continues tonight; Calgary just scored the first goal of the game. I won't mind if the Flames win tonight, as long as the Red Wings win the series. I'd love to see them play Buffalo (or Ottawa) in the finals (but, as I say every year, as long as the series are exciting, it doesn't much matter). Watching the playoffs on Tivo is even better. I'm able to start the game a little late and then catch up over the course of the game. Intermission isn't anywhere near the 20 minutes it is at the arena. Ah, the beauty of Tivo.
But that's what's going on this evening. Let's go back to this morning and catch up.
M and N were up late last night taking advantage of Britany babysitting. When we got home from bowling, N was still up and M had yet to fall into deep sleep. N woke up about normal time, but M didn't get up until about 930a. Since D was meeting Sheri and Janene for brunch, I decided we'd (M, N and I) would go for a bike ride. Down to Walney Pond. No, down the trail the other way to the Parkway. No, scratch that one, too: We would go to Burke Lake. After loading our bikes on the van (which was a pain as the bike rack didn't fit the van as it does a regular car -- the top straps had to be jerry-rigged to the roof rack vs. the top of the rear door) and loading snacks and drinks in the backpack (as well as M loading her backpack with snacks and drinks of her own), we made our way (gingerly, so as the bikes wouldn't fall off the rack) to Burke Lake. Upon arriving, we unloaded and mounted our bikes, only to stop every 20 yards or so to investigate something or another. After about a mile or so of this, we finally got going. It went much better than I expected, although some of the hills gave both M and N fits, forcing them off their bikes and walking up the hill.
During one of our stops, we saw a heron eating a frog for breakfast (brunch? lunch?). At another, we saw ants dragging away a rolypoly for a future meal (or so I would think). Later on, we saw people feeding Canada geese, completely oblivious to the sign right in front of them requesting that they please not feed the waterfowl. Oh, I get it, it's okay as long as you're doing it for the opportunity of getting a pic of your 3 year old daughter getting molested by half-dozen Canada geese because she's got a bag of popcorn and they want it. That makes it alright...I guess.
What I most enjoyed about the ride was the opportunity to teach them how to ride in a public environment. There were runners and bikers and walkers (and dogs) galore. Before heading out (as well as throughout the ride), I stressed the importance of riding in a courteous manner (e.g., keeping to the right, announcing when you pass, riding single file, etc.). For the most part, they both understood (or at least did as I asked them too), although it irked me when others on the trail didn't do the same, especially the kid on his bike passing us w/o announcing while we wee in the middle of two-way traffic. I gave him a verbal dose of what-for, but it probably fell on deaf ears; I noticed white wires coming from underneath his helmet as he rode away indicating that he probably wasn't deaf, but he definitely wasn't hearing what I had to say.
After (finally!) arriving back at the parking lot, we dropped off our backpacks and made our way over to the playground. N talked me into getting an ice cream cone for the three of us by agreeing to sample a fig newton. Yes, we have to bribe him to eat cookies (although in his defense, I didn't care all that much for them as a kid either). This was but another stop on the road to getting him to expand his palate. I got a race track set for him last summer in Illinois and was planning on giving it to him for Christmas. Christmas came and went and I completely forgot about it. Now that we've made progress in other areas (e.g., losing the training wheels, getting rid of his bed guard), I thought now would be a great time to make progress on the food front (although both the training wheels and the bed guard were his doing, so maybe we'll have to wait for his palate to expand on his schedule). So, I told him I'd give him his mystery gift once he started eating his fruits and vegetables. So what did he do? He negotiated with me to give him hints whenever he tried something new. So far, he's tried chocolate covered almonds (it's got wheels), honey nut cheerios (it's on a track) and this afternoon, fig newtons (no hint, he got an ice cream cone instead). This evening, we had canned peaches (from Illinois, not from Del Monte) for dinner. As always, I gave him a small piece and holy hell broke loose (the "as always" referred to both giving him a small piece as well as holy hell breaking loose).
Anyway, we were at Burke Lake, weren't we? Yes, sampling a fig newton in exchange for an ice cream cone. After licking our way to the bottom of our cones (and me helping N with getting his cone from melting all over his hand because he wasn't licking it fast enough), both N and M played on the play set for about 15 minutes while I sat back and watched the world go by.
On the way back home, I decided to go home via Clifton Road. It's not as short a route as 123 to the Parkway, but it's designated a Virginia Scenic Byway, which is much better than the regular way. Plus the houses back there are pretty impressive (which distracted the kids enough so that they weren't grousing about how long it was taking to get home). It's not often that I get in a Sunday drive (literally in this case) with the kids in the car; I'm glad they were busy looking at the scenery (and M didn't ask once about watching a DVD!).
We made it back home just in time to finish lunch (leftover pizza for them, a pork chop and egg noodles for me) before D got back from brunch. After a quick change, I went out and finished up the deck. I was able to finish the rest of the deck and the chairs just in time for the power washer to run out of gas.
Day 60 - 04/21/2007
Another Saturday, another game, another round of organized chaos. This time, however, the weather was vastly improved (clear with temps in the 70s vs. drizzle and temps in the 50s last weekend). As I relayed to the other coaches, I think the "games" are an inning too long (at this point at least). The boys get through the first inning alright, but begin to wane during the second so that when the third rolls around, a few of them would rather be somewhere else. Some of them walk off the field (as one of the opposing team's players did this week), and others don't wait to get off the field before they decide to check out of the game -- one of our players sat on the field and started playing in the dirt and didn't even glance at the ball that rolled by him into the outfield.
As I said, I think they're one inning too long.
But they got a snack afterwards, so that's all that matters, right?!? Well, almost. They're also looking forward to the trophy at the end of the season (not only N, but a couple of his teammates mentioned the trophy before the game). It's going to be a long two months before the end of the season if it continues like this. But, in reality, I don't think it will. We have practice once a week and a game every weekend. I imagine by the middle of May they'll have a rudimentary understanding of what they need to do (sort of) and then execute the play with very little reminding by the coaches in the field. I hope I'm not beginning to sound like a broken record, but even though they're out there for the fun of it, I do hope they're able to get a good foundation of skills. Or are they out there for the fun of it? Do the kids even know why they signed up? Did they even want to sign up or did their parents ask them and, not knowing any better, answer yes? I'm sure some of them are there because they enjoy it, but others I'm not so sure. But they get snacks (bags of marshmallows [?!?] this week) and drinks (what would we do without juice boxes? Oh yeah, drink more soda!), so it's all good.
But enough about that, let's talk about yard work.
I need to keep up with the Joneses. Literally. They did their yard work on Thursday this week and the neighbor on the other side did his yard on Friday, so I had to get ours done today. I edged and mowed the front yard before the game (so that the clippings would be dry by the end of the game and easier to sweep up) and finished up the rest of the yard after the game. N and I picked up all the sticks in the back yard (filling up a trash can with debris left over from the previous week's storms) before even getting to cutting the back yard. After getting the grass mowed and cleaned up, I took care of a variety of yard chores: I transplanted the dwarf peach tree from beside the driveway to the bed near the playset, I planted two lavender plants near the peach tree's original location and I was about to transplant an azalea from the front yard to the back yard when I got a bug up my ass to start power washing the deck. So, 90 minutes later I'm only halfway done and I run out of gas. I took this as a sign to call it quits for the day as I had to get ready for bowling. Busy, busy, busy.
After getting washed up and dressed, Britany arrived and D and I were off to the house. Chris and Lori wouldn't be there, so we were on our own. We arrived to find out we were in sole possession of second place, behind the leaders by 4.5 games. They ended up losing all four of theirs, so depending on how we did, we may be 1/2 game out of first next month. More than likely we'll be bowling them for the first place spot. It'll be a good time, to say the least. It's been almost 15 years since my last bowling championship, although the last one only gave us money; no trophies were involved. Since Chris and Lori weren't there (they pre-bowled), scoring wasn't able to be done accurately, so we're not sure how they did. Based on their absent scores (average minus 10 pins), we lost the first two games, but won the third (total pins might have been close). At the very worst, we went 1-3 (putting us 3.5 games out of first place). Regardless of how we do, our destiny is in our hands. If we win outright next month, it appears the championship is ours.
As I said, I think they're one inning too long.
But they got a snack afterwards, so that's all that matters, right?!? Well, almost. They're also looking forward to the trophy at the end of the season (not only N, but a couple of his teammates mentioned the trophy before the game). It's going to be a long two months before the end of the season if it continues like this. But, in reality, I don't think it will. We have practice once a week and a game every weekend. I imagine by the middle of May they'll have a rudimentary understanding of what they need to do (sort of) and then execute the play with very little reminding by the coaches in the field. I hope I'm not beginning to sound like a broken record, but even though they're out there for the fun of it, I do hope they're able to get a good foundation of skills. Or are they out there for the fun of it? Do the kids even know why they signed up? Did they even want to sign up or did their parents ask them and, not knowing any better, answer yes? I'm sure some of them are there because they enjoy it, but others I'm not so sure. But they get snacks (bags of marshmallows [?!?] this week) and drinks (what would we do without juice boxes? Oh yeah, drink more soda!), so it's all good.
But enough about that, let's talk about yard work.
I need to keep up with the Joneses. Literally. They did their yard work on Thursday this week and the neighbor on the other side did his yard on Friday, so I had to get ours done today. I edged and mowed the front yard before the game (so that the clippings would be dry by the end of the game and easier to sweep up) and finished up the rest of the yard after the game. N and I picked up all the sticks in the back yard (filling up a trash can with debris left over from the previous week's storms) before even getting to cutting the back yard. After getting the grass mowed and cleaned up, I took care of a variety of yard chores: I transplanted the dwarf peach tree from beside the driveway to the bed near the playset, I planted two lavender plants near the peach tree's original location and I was about to transplant an azalea from the front yard to the back yard when I got a bug up my ass to start power washing the deck. So, 90 minutes later I'm only halfway done and I run out of gas. I took this as a sign to call it quits for the day as I had to get ready for bowling. Busy, busy, busy.
After getting washed up and dressed, Britany arrived and D and I were off to the house. Chris and Lori wouldn't be there, so we were on our own. We arrived to find out we were in sole possession of second place, behind the leaders by 4.5 games. They ended up losing all four of theirs, so depending on how we did, we may be 1/2 game out of first next month. More than likely we'll be bowling them for the first place spot. It'll be a good time, to say the least. It's been almost 15 years since my last bowling championship, although the last one only gave us money; no trophies were involved. Since Chris and Lori weren't there (they pre-bowled), scoring wasn't able to be done accurately, so we're not sure how they did. Based on their absent scores (average minus 10 pins), we lost the first two games, but won the third (total pins might have been close). At the very worst, we went 1-3 (putting us 3.5 games out of first place). Regardless of how we do, our destiny is in our hands. If we win outright next month, it appears the championship is ours.
Day 59 - 04/20/2007
Supposedly it's hemp day today...or something like that. The things they have these days; they never had that when I was growing up! Actually, a quick check of snopes.com says it's been around since 1971, so I must've not been that hip as a misspent youth. And now that I'm a mature, responsible adult with charges of my own to look out for, I have no interest in pursuing such folly. Ah, wisdom, what would I do without you?
Now that that's taken care of, I was smart enough to ride my bike to work today and got a great morning workout at the gym. I was somewhat surprised to see a turkey over by Stonecroft Boulevard on the way in. I've only seen one one other time in this area, so it was a nice treat for the morning ride. (Looking back on it, I wonder if there was any significance to me seeing it and it being a day of remembrance for the Hokie students and faculty gunned down earlier in the week. I'm sure it was just a coincidence, but the thought did make me think twice about it.) The weather was a bit cool when I started, but I dressed appropriately this go-round and I ended up a bit on the warm side by the time I got to the office. After working out (weights only this time, the ride in to the office served as my cardio/warmup), I hit the showers, got dressed and went to work.
I was pleasantly surprised to see lots of colleagues wearing maroon and/or orange as a visible way to show support/grief/acknowledgement of/for the victims of the shooting at Virginia Tech. The director of our group is a huge Tech fan (he graduated way back in the day) and he stopped by to thank me for wearing my orange shirt in support. Uh, certainly, Mark, I wouldn't have thought not to do so. The tragedy that occurred down in Blacksburg didn't just affect those on campus, but, as evidenced by the impact it's had on the media, is a nationwide affair. (I would add that it may even be an international event, but I doubt not all the world is impacted by this event, even though some of the victims were from other countries.) As it turns out, the shooter went to the elementary school less than 1/4 mile from our house and one of the victims went to M's school. When D told me that she went to St. Tim's, I thought she meant she went to the church, not that she was a student there. That's when it really hit home for me. Is there something about this area that makes kids grow up dysfunctional? Last year a Westfields student killed two police officers at the local police station. This year a Westfields grad kills 32 of his fellow Virginia Tech community members. Is there something more to it or is it just a coincidence? I hope it's the latter and we don't see more events like this one coming out of our community.
Headed out to sushi for lunch. I hadn't been to the sushi-house in a couple of months, so Matt and I headed down 28 for some raw fish and seaweed. Of course, not all of the sushi consists of raw fish and seaweed, but we had our fill of both of those (especially the salmon and tuna...yummy!) before heading back into traffic to finish out the day at the office. Matt had taken the doors off his Jeep, so the ride to and fro was a bit chilly, but after the past week, the weather was beautiful. Like I told him on the way to lunch, it was a Ferris Bueller day. Unfortunately, we had work to do back at the office so we couldn't emulate Ferris and take the day off...but we did consider it.
The ride back home was uneventful. I got home to an empty house (well, empty except for D, who was on her way to Molly's to watch the kids). There were pot pies in the oven for dinner (one of which was for Molly and her girls as they are without a kitchen until their new one is installed). I delivered hers to her house and got the grand tour of their new kitchen. It was neat to see what a difference taking out a couple of walls, cabinets, posts, etc., made and it completely modified the flow. It also gave D and I some ideas on what we can do to ours to better utilize our space. (Molly's floor plan is very similar to ours, so it's fun to compare the various projects we've both undertaken.)
Now that that's taken care of, I was smart enough to ride my bike to work today and got a great morning workout at the gym. I was somewhat surprised to see a turkey over by Stonecroft Boulevard on the way in. I've only seen one one other time in this area, so it was a nice treat for the morning ride. (Looking back on it, I wonder if there was any significance to me seeing it and it being a day of remembrance for the Hokie students and faculty gunned down earlier in the week. I'm sure it was just a coincidence, but the thought did make me think twice about it.) The weather was a bit cool when I started, but I dressed appropriately this go-round and I ended up a bit on the warm side by the time I got to the office. After working out (weights only this time, the ride in to the office served as my cardio/warmup), I hit the showers, got dressed and went to work.
I was pleasantly surprised to see lots of colleagues wearing maroon and/or orange as a visible way to show support/grief/acknowledgement of/for the victims of the shooting at Virginia Tech. The director of our group is a huge Tech fan (he graduated way back in the day) and he stopped by to thank me for wearing my orange shirt in support. Uh, certainly, Mark, I wouldn't have thought not to do so. The tragedy that occurred down in Blacksburg didn't just affect those on campus, but, as evidenced by the impact it's had on the media, is a nationwide affair. (I would add that it may even be an international event, but I doubt not all the world is impacted by this event, even though some of the victims were from other countries.) As it turns out, the shooter went to the elementary school less than 1/4 mile from our house and one of the victims went to M's school. When D told me that she went to St. Tim's, I thought she meant she went to the church, not that she was a student there. That's when it really hit home for me. Is there something about this area that makes kids grow up dysfunctional? Last year a Westfields student killed two police officers at the local police station. This year a Westfields grad kills 32 of his fellow Virginia Tech community members. Is there something more to it or is it just a coincidence? I hope it's the latter and we don't see more events like this one coming out of our community.
Headed out to sushi for lunch. I hadn't been to the sushi-house in a couple of months, so Matt and I headed down 28 for some raw fish and seaweed. Of course, not all of the sushi consists of raw fish and seaweed, but we had our fill of both of those (especially the salmon and tuna...yummy!) before heading back into traffic to finish out the day at the office. Matt had taken the doors off his Jeep, so the ride to and fro was a bit chilly, but after the past week, the weather was beautiful. Like I told him on the way to lunch, it was a Ferris Bueller day. Unfortunately, we had work to do back at the office so we couldn't emulate Ferris and take the day off...but we did consider it.
The ride back home was uneventful. I got home to an empty house (well, empty except for D, who was on her way to Molly's to watch the kids). There were pot pies in the oven for dinner (one of which was for Molly and her girls as they are without a kitchen until their new one is installed). I delivered hers to her house and got the grand tour of their new kitchen. It was neat to see what a difference taking out a couple of walls, cabinets, posts, etc., made and it completely modified the flow. It also gave D and I some ideas on what we can do to ours to better utilize our space. (Molly's floor plan is very similar to ours, so it's fun to compare the various projects we've both undertaken.)
Day 58 - 04/19/2007
If it's Thursday, it must be practice.
Actually, bit by bit, the kids are improving. While a couple of them still have a lot of growing to do with regard to staying focused, overall they're coming along. I imagine that in a couple of weeks, this bunch of kids will actually look like baseball players (vs. looking like a pack of kids chasing after a ball). As for that lack of focus, I think I'll attribute that to them being 5. Yeah, that's the ticket (and a perfectly acceptable one to boot!). But, to a player, they all appear to be having fun, which is really all that matters at this age. While I'd love for them to pick up the skills quicker, if they have a good time doing so, that's good enough for me.
Hit the gym at lunch for a quick spin on the bike. (I was supposed to do this on 04/18, but a Nationals game got in the way). Did 45 minutes and was sweating like a pig. I'm not sure why, but riding the stationary just makes me sweat profusely. Maybe it's the fact that there's no circulation at the gym. Oh well, at least it gives me time to catch up on my reading!
Actually, bit by bit, the kids are improving. While a couple of them still have a lot of growing to do with regard to staying focused, overall they're coming along. I imagine that in a couple of weeks, this bunch of kids will actually look like baseball players (vs. looking like a pack of kids chasing after a ball). As for that lack of focus, I think I'll attribute that to them being 5. Yeah, that's the ticket (and a perfectly acceptable one to boot!). But, to a player, they all appear to be having fun, which is really all that matters at this age. While I'd love for them to pick up the skills quicker, if they have a good time doing so, that's good enough for me.
Hit the gym at lunch for a quick spin on the bike. (I was supposed to do this on 04/18, but a Nationals game got in the way). Did 45 minutes and was sweating like a pig. I'm not sure why, but riding the stationary just makes me sweat profusely. Maybe it's the fact that there's no circulation at the gym. Oh well, at least it gives me time to catch up on my reading!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Day 57 - 04/18/2007
Katrina and Brook Haven.
Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner! And thus my career at winning radio contests continues. Today it was a pair of ticket's to tonight's Nat's game, plus 20k points in the Washington Post Reader Rewards program (whatever that is). Sweet.
I planned on picking up the tickets from the station at lunch (WJFK's studios are down the road in Fairfax) and had to find someone to go with. Before I could get a response, the station called to confirm my address. After confirming, I asked Meghan (the station rep) whether there were two or four tickets.
"Two tickets," she said, but then asked "Do you want four?"
"Sure."
"They'll be ready for you when you swing by, plus a parking pass."
After returning to the office, I checked the seat locations (1st base side, behind the dugout, about 20 rows from the field) and called D with the news. We made plans to leave the house at 5p. M had been to an O's game when she was five, but didn't really remember it; N hadn't been to one at all. Both of them were pretty excited about the prospect of going to a professional baseball game, and I was excited about going as a family. (Typically I'll go w/ colleagues as weeknight games can be pretty late.)
Traffic was normal on the way down to RFK. It took just about an hour, with us hitting the normal backups at West Falls Church and getting across the 14th Street Bridge. Once we got in the parking lot, we scoped out a spot in Lot 8 and set up our seats to get a little tailgating in before heading into the stadium. Both M and N were excited about the prospect of filling their bellies with snacks, both in the parking lot and inside the stadium. D was more concerned about staying warm (as was I -- I should have dressed warmer, but didn't think about the wind near the river being as bad as it was). Fortunately, once we got in the stadium, the wind died down and we were a little more comfortable.
We headed into the stadium in time to get to our seats, where we witnessed the National Anthem and the ceremonial first pitch (I can't recall whether I had ever done that before). Barbara Harrison was there w/ Joe (that's it, just Joe) as part of her Wednesday's Child series. He actually tossed out a pretty good pitch.
We stayed long enough to see the Nat's get a three run lead, but had to leave early in order to get the kids to bed at a reasonable time. (The Nat's ended up winning in 13 innings, so it was a good thing that we did, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten home until past midnight.) M has testing this week, so we didn't want her getting to bed too late (and N would have fallen asleep on D's lap had he laid his head down long enough). Before we left, though, we had our share of good times. Screech (the Nat's mascot) came around and we were able to snap a pic of him w/ the kids. He gave free pizzas to four guys behind us and in the hoopla surrounding that, we got our mugs on the jumbotron. As a bonus for those of us in the surrounding area, we received coupons for a free pie from Papa John's. The winning just didn't stop!
Overall, we all had a great time (except for having to leave early). Hopefully the next time will be a day game so that we can stay for the whole game, even if it goes into extra innings.
Winner! Winner! Chicken dinner! And thus my career at winning radio contests continues. Today it was a pair of ticket's to tonight's Nat's game, plus 20k points in the Washington Post Reader Rewards program (whatever that is). Sweet.
I planned on picking up the tickets from the station at lunch (WJFK's studios are down the road in Fairfax) and had to find someone to go with. Before I could get a response, the station called to confirm my address. After confirming, I asked Meghan (the station rep) whether there were two or four tickets.
"Two tickets," she said, but then asked "Do you want four?"
"Sure."
"They'll be ready for you when you swing by, plus a parking pass."
After returning to the office, I checked the seat locations (1st base side, behind the dugout, about 20 rows from the field) and called D with the news. We made plans to leave the house at 5p. M had been to an O's game when she was five, but didn't really remember it; N hadn't been to one at all. Both of them were pretty excited about the prospect of going to a professional baseball game, and I was excited about going as a family. (Typically I'll go w/ colleagues as weeknight games can be pretty late.)
Traffic was normal on the way down to RFK. It took just about an hour, with us hitting the normal backups at West Falls Church and getting across the 14th Street Bridge. Once we got in the parking lot, we scoped out a spot in Lot 8 and set up our seats to get a little tailgating in before heading into the stadium. Both M and N were excited about the prospect of filling their bellies with snacks, both in the parking lot and inside the stadium. D was more concerned about staying warm (as was I -- I should have dressed warmer, but didn't think about the wind near the river being as bad as it was). Fortunately, once we got in the stadium, the wind died down and we were a little more comfortable.
We headed into the stadium in time to get to our seats, where we witnessed the National Anthem and the ceremonial first pitch (I can't recall whether I had ever done that before). Barbara Harrison was there w/ Joe (that's it, just Joe) as part of her Wednesday's Child series. He actually tossed out a pretty good pitch.
We stayed long enough to see the Nat's get a three run lead, but had to leave early in order to get the kids to bed at a reasonable time. (The Nat's ended up winning in 13 innings, so it was a good thing that we did, otherwise we wouldn't have gotten home until past midnight.) M has testing this week, so we didn't want her getting to bed too late (and N would have fallen asleep on D's lap had he laid his head down long enough). Before we left, though, we had our share of good times. Screech (the Nat's mascot) came around and we were able to snap a pic of him w/ the kids. He gave free pizzas to four guys behind us and in the hoopla surrounding that, we got our mugs on the jumbotron. As a bonus for those of us in the surrounding area, we received coupons for a free pie from Papa John's. The winning just didn't stop!Overall, we all had a great time (except for having to leave early). Hopefully the next time will be a day game so that we can stay for the whole game, even if it goes into extra innings.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Day 56 - 04/17/2007
CCR, baby! Fear the Clear!
Another round of CCR and another free lunch. Thanks, Frank! For the second month in a row, I was the first one drawn. That is such a great feeling. Your card is placed on the table and, instead of a sinking feeling growing from within your stomach, elation overcomes you as you realize that, for another month, you've dodged danger. Well, not exactly danger like surprising a rattlesnake on the trail, but still, having to shell out $80 or so on the group lunch is something you want to avoid as often as possible. Now, if only the pulled pork sandwich was vinegar based vs. tomato based. There's nothing like the tart acidity of Carolina-style pulled pork barbecue.
That's alright, though, as D made up for it with a great dinner of porkchaaaaaaaps and ahppppplesaaaaaawse (along with egg noodles, broccoli and canned peaches).
Another round of CCR and another free lunch. Thanks, Frank! For the second month in a row, I was the first one drawn. That is such a great feeling. Your card is placed on the table and, instead of a sinking feeling growing from within your stomach, elation overcomes you as you realize that, for another month, you've dodged danger. Well, not exactly danger like surprising a rattlesnake on the trail, but still, having to shell out $80 or so on the group lunch is something you want to avoid as often as possible. Now, if only the pulled pork sandwich was vinegar based vs. tomato based. There's nothing like the tart acidity of Carolina-style pulled pork barbecue.
That's alright, though, as D made up for it with a great dinner of porkchaaaaaaaps and ahppppplesaaaaaawse (along with egg noodles, broccoli and canned peaches).
Day 55 - 04/16/2007
Is it bedtime yet? I'm w..a..a..a..a..a..a..a..a..a..a..y tired and am really looking forward to going back to bed. And it's only 930a. I guess I need to start getting more sleep on the weekend, otherwise Monday's will be a d..r..a..g.
That being said, I was able to drag my ass to the gym and get in a good workout. I'm going to try a new schedule of workouts during the week in order to (hopefully) boost my cardio by doing weights and cardio on Mondays and Fridays, with a cardio session on Wednesdays. Hopefully I can add a couple of runs during the week for a good mix and I'll be set. I went out over the weekend and my knees felt pretty good. Now if they will stand the test of time and allow me to up the time and distance that I'm able to run. I'll be satisfied if I can reach 60 minutes (although even half that would be acceptable).
I continued working in the basement, moving the ping pong table out of the way and started to move some of the stuff in the front to the back. There's still a ways to go, however, but, as I told D, it took us a while to accumulate it, it will take us a while to go through it and get rid of it. My goal is to combine all of my various boxes of old stuff (e.g., junk memorabilia) into one storage bin. I don't plan on accumulating much else in the way of memorabilia (except for patches), so one bin should be enough for the foreseeable future.
That being said, I was able to drag my ass to the gym and get in a good workout. I'm going to try a new schedule of workouts during the week in order to (hopefully) boost my cardio by doing weights and cardio on Mondays and Fridays, with a cardio session on Wednesdays. Hopefully I can add a couple of runs during the week for a good mix and I'll be set. I went out over the weekend and my knees felt pretty good. Now if they will stand the test of time and allow me to up the time and distance that I'm able to run. I'll be satisfied if I can reach 60 minutes (although even half that would be acceptable).
I continued working in the basement, moving the ping pong table out of the way and started to move some of the stuff in the front to the back. There's still a ways to go, however, but, as I told D, it took us a while to accumulate it, it will take us a while to go through it and get rid of it. My goal is to combine all of my various boxes of old stuff (e.g., junk memorabilia) into one storage bin. I don't plan on accumulating much else in the way of memorabilia (except for patches), so one bin should be enough for the foreseeable future.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Day 54 - 04/15/2007
Taxes are due today.
Well, they would be, but it's Sunday, so they're due on the 17th. Yeah, that doesn't make sense to me, but Monday is a holiday in Massachusetts (where a regional IRS processing center exists), so the facility will be closed. Thus, this year taxes are due on the 17th. Not that that matters to me, I finished our taxes back in March. Of course, I didn't file them until last Thursday, so consider me somewhat of a procrastinator.
We're getting a pretty sizable refund this year and have decided to use it to pay tuition in advance in order to receive a 5% discount. In years past when we receive a large refund, I would have adjusted my W-4 to reduce the amount withheld over the course of the year. Now that we have the option of reducing the amount of tuition if paid up front, I might just keep the withholding the same so that we have a guaranteed lump sum coming in just before tuition is due. I know, I know, I should be paying into a fund throughout the year with the money and be earning interest, but sometimes I'm not that disciplined when it comes to managing the household finances. Overall we do a pretty good job, but we're also lucky (or is it because we've been conservative with our financial picture?) in that we only owe on our mortgage and have no other short-term debt (our credit cards are almost always paid in full each month).
Maybe I'll change it anyway and up the amount that we put into savings in order to earn interest on it. I'll have to sit down w/ D and discuss it further with her in the near future.
Monday is also the Boston Marathon. Of course, I won't be running in it this year (or maybe ever), but I just figured I'd toss that out there. You know, in case you cared. (Or even if you didn't; either way, it doesn't have any effect on me one iota!)
Now, on with the show...
After going to be early on Saturday night (well, early for a weekend night, at least), I was able to sleep in and enjoy a lazy Sunday morning. (Note: I did NOT say Lazy Sunday afternoon; that would entail us hitting the bakery for some cupcakes before heading to the cinema for "The Chronic- What?!? -cles of Narnia.) Pancakes were had by all and games of backgammon were played (M was recently introduced to this great game and so far she loves it). Since it was raining and winding and generally pretty nasty out, I decided that we should start organizing the basement. (Had we actually organized it when we moved in, we would be reorganizing it, but we just put stuff where there was an empty space and we're just now getting around to, well, organizing it.) D went to Mass at noon, but the kids and I plowed on through the afternoon, taking stuff off of shelves, sorting it into keep, yard sale or trash piles and finally moving the shelves to the back basement.
The previous owner made some pretty heavy duty shelves out of 2x4s and particle board shelving. There are two units, each measuring 8'w x 4'd x 6'h. They were originally installed in the front basement (under the dining room area) and you had to pass them by in order to get to the back basement (where the toy area had been designated). This didn't make any sense to me, so, after some brainstorming, we decided to move them to the back basement area (where the ping pong table resided) so that our storage area was out of the way.
Anyway, the units were finally moved (after two trips to Lowe's for some more studs for additional support) and I called it a night.
Well, they would be, but it's Sunday, so they're due on the 17th. Yeah, that doesn't make sense to me, but Monday is a holiday in Massachusetts (where a regional IRS processing center exists), so the facility will be closed. Thus, this year taxes are due on the 17th. Not that that matters to me, I finished our taxes back in March. Of course, I didn't file them until last Thursday, so consider me somewhat of a procrastinator.
We're getting a pretty sizable refund this year and have decided to use it to pay tuition in advance in order to receive a 5% discount. In years past when we receive a large refund, I would have adjusted my W-4 to reduce the amount withheld over the course of the year. Now that we have the option of reducing the amount of tuition if paid up front, I might just keep the withholding the same so that we have a guaranteed lump sum coming in just before tuition is due. I know, I know, I should be paying into a fund throughout the year with the money and be earning interest, but sometimes I'm not that disciplined when it comes to managing the household finances. Overall we do a pretty good job, but we're also lucky (or is it because we've been conservative with our financial picture?) in that we only owe on our mortgage and have no other short-term debt (our credit cards are almost always paid in full each month).
Maybe I'll change it anyway and up the amount that we put into savings in order to earn interest on it. I'll have to sit down w/ D and discuss it further with her in the near future.
Monday is also the Boston Marathon. Of course, I won't be running in it this year (or maybe ever), but I just figured I'd toss that out there. You know, in case you cared. (Or even if you didn't; either way, it doesn't have any effect on me one iota!)
Now, on with the show...
After going to be early on Saturday night (well, early for a weekend night, at least), I was able to sleep in and enjoy a lazy Sunday morning. (Note: I did NOT say Lazy Sunday afternoon; that would entail us hitting the bakery for some cupcakes before heading to the cinema for "The Chronic- What?!? -cles of Narnia.) Pancakes were had by all and games of backgammon were played (M was recently introduced to this great game and so far she loves it). Since it was raining and winding and generally pretty nasty out, I decided that we should start organizing the basement. (Had we actually organized it when we moved in, we would be reorganizing it, but we just put stuff where there was an empty space and we're just now getting around to, well, organizing it.) D went to Mass at noon, but the kids and I plowed on through the afternoon, taking stuff off of shelves, sorting it into keep, yard sale or trash piles and finally moving the shelves to the back basement.
The previous owner made some pretty heavy duty shelves out of 2x4s and particle board shelving. There are two units, each measuring 8'w x 4'd x 6'h. They were originally installed in the front basement (under the dining room area) and you had to pass them by in order to get to the back basement (where the toy area had been designated). This didn't make any sense to me, so, after some brainstorming, we decided to move them to the back basement area (where the ping pong table resided) so that our storage area was out of the way.
Anyway, the units were finally moved (after two trips to Lowe's for some more studs for additional support) and I called it a night.
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