Thursday, May 24, 2007
It's a rarity that I come home from work feeling exhausted by the events of the day, but today I did. I won't say any more than that now, I just am hoping that things will be getting better again soon.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I have to RESTRAIN myself to keep myself from singing, at least now I'm down to soft humming during choruses.
Monday, May 21, 2007
I came across this guys' blog and had to bookmark it. Man, is he funny! He's a stay-at-home dad of a 2-year-old boy in Des Moines Iowa; just had his 36th birthday too. I love how brief his postings are but funny as hell.
Here's his latest post from yesterday:
This evening my son and I were hanging out outside when a mosquito landed on his forehead. I instinctively smacked it. Therefore smacking my son on the head (not too hard).
Afterwards he looked at me, furrowed brow and all, with a look that most likely meant -
"Dude. Don't ever do that again. Someday I'll be able to kick your ass."
Okay, that's it, I officially have to go start my day.
I'm always amazed by people who get cards out on time. Usually I'm sending them the day of the big event. I've finally stocked up on belated birthday cards, so now I'm even lazier -- if you get a belated birthday card from me, I probably didn't even buy it with you in mind, I bought it knowing I was going to miss someone's birthday, just didn't know it would be yours.
I got a slew of gifts from the family -- a Cinderella Barbie, supposedly from Lindsey but really for Lindsey, a Cinderella baby doll, supposedly from Marissa but she seems to like playing with it best, and a new workout bag with an extra special something stuck in the pocket -- an iPod shuffle.
This is my first foray into the latest technology, and I've been wanting it for my workouts. I have a Discman, and a couple of years ago it wouldn't have been too unusual to see it in a fitness club, a bulky round gadget strapped around my waist. Now, it would be downright embarrassing to be seen with something like that, when everyone is walking around with these little tiny MP3 players and iPods.
I was trying to describe to my dad the size of this thing, so I finally measured it -- 2 1/2 inches wide by 1 inch long, and 3/8 of an inch thick (that includes the clip to clip it to your clothes.) It holds a maximum of 240 songs which can be played continuously or in random order (thus the name "iPod shuffle.")
It is a technological wonder, though it is incredible how the "wow" factor goes down dramatically once you reach out to those under 30. Even Lindsey knew when I opened the package what it was and wanted to put the earphones in to "listen to the music." Huh?!? How does a 4-year-old know this? Turns out her pre-school teacher has one and plugs in before leaving work every day, every once in a while letting someone listen in on the music before taking off.
For an idea of how small it is, click here.
And yes, my iPod is pink.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
- making butterfly wings with posterboard and lots of craft glue, feathers and foam stickies
- making pretzels and baking them up
- having lunch which consisted of a hot dog in a crescent roll (which Lindsey helped me make!), fruit kabobs and macaroni and cheese
- Eating the pretzels once they came out of the oven
- Trying on our now dry butterfly wings and dancing around the room with great abandon
- Eating Dairy Queen cake
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The bartender says: "Sorry, but we don't serve minors."
So, the E-flat leaves, and the C and the G have an open fifth between them.
After a few drinks, the fifth is diminished and the G is out flat. An F comes in and tries to augment the situation, but is not sharp enough.
A D comes into the bar and heads straight for the bathroom saying,"Excuse me. I'll just be a second."
An A comes into the bar, but the bartender is not convinced that this relative of C is not a minor.
Then the bartender notices a B-flat hiding at the end of the bar and exclaims: "Get out now! You're the seventh minor I've found in this bar tonight."
The E-flat, not easily deflated, comes back to the bar the next night in a 3-piece suit with nicely shined shoes.
The bartender (who used to have a nice corporate job until his company downsized) says: "You're looking sharp tonight, come on in! This could be a major development."
This proves to be the case, as the E-flat takes off the suit, and everything else, and stands there au naturel.
Eventually, the C sobers up, and realizes in horror that he's under a rest. The C is brought to trial, is found guilty of contributing to the diminution of a minor, and is sentenced to 10 years of DS without Coda at an upscale correctional facility. On appeal, however, the C is found innocent of any wrongdoing, even accidental, and that all accusations to the contrary are bassless.
The bartender decides, however, that since he's only had tenor so patrons, the soprano out in the bathroom, and everything has become alto much treble, he needs a rest - and closes the bar.
Are you smiling?