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Thursday Party?

Have the house to myself (well, the kids are here, but they’re in school during the day) until Friday night while my wife is in Minneapolis.

I’m thinking major beer blowout – Thursday morning 7:30 am sharp…out by 2pm.

Everyone knows those are the best drinking hours. If all goes well we can do it again on Friday.

Anyone? Anyone? Hey, where are you all going!?

Sigh.

Snowblow Me

We ended up getting 6 inches or so. Maybe 8. I haven’t been outside so I’m guessing based on my window observations. When I looked out the window I noticed that our sidewalk was cleared. It struck me as odd as I’d bet a large wager that no one else in the house would have gone out and shoveled. Then I noticed the sidewalk out along the street was cleared. Then I noticed our driveway was too. Then I noticed everybody’s was.

Turns out the guy across the street took his snowblower around and did the entuire cul-de-sac.

He needs punched in the nuts.

The snow is simply gorgeous. It was a very wet snow here and it’s sticking to everything. It’s ridiculously awesome. Like some kind of sugar-coated fairy tale land. Giggity.

Fuck It All and Fucking No Regrets

Carrie wrote a nice little bit on embracing regret on her blog. (go read it, I’ll still be here)

Done? Good. Neat post, huh?

I have a slightly different view. Mostly it comes down to semantics, but it changes the perspective entirely. I have no regrets. Not by Carrie’s definition. I subscribe to the “play it safe” or “good enough” or “fear of the unknown” method of looking back. That is to say the choices I made and the things I did put me where I am now and made me who I am…and I’m pretty damn happy with both. Could it be better? Probably. Could it be worse? Surely.

But to really suggest that there’s nothing you’ve done or experienced in your life that you feel sorry about or wish would have been different, is just not likely.

Feel sorry about? Ehhhh…maaaaybe. Not sure about that.

Wish had been different? Nope. Not one.

Wonder how things would be different had a given event in the past gone differently? Absolutely. But I don’t wish they were different – not one – because changes in the past most likely put me in a different place now – for better or worse.

I attribute it this way: If there is something in my past that, if given the chance, I would apply the 20/20 hindsight I now have and go back and do differently because I didn’t like the outcome, then it’s classified as a regret. Simple as that.

And by that definition, I can honestly say I don’t. If it’s small enough to have not changed my life in any major way, there’s no reason to sweat it. If it’s big enough that it could have changed my life, I probably still wouldn’t change it for fear of how it changes everything. As corny and cliched as it is, it’s that those things didn’t play out in a way I thought best that made me who I am and put me where I am in life…and I have no complaints so far.

No regrets.

Curiousity. But not regret.

Plus, it was a good excuse to use a Metallica lyric as a post title…which I’m already starting to regret. Damn!

Slow Blogging Lately

In one of those slumps where I don’t feel like I have a whole lot to share. Been spending time doing a lot of indoor house stuff – painting, swapping out switches & outlets…and the ugly brass switchplates the last people had everywhere. Thinking of moving some ductwork around for purely aesthetic purposes. Still plugging away slowly at the basement mess. Considering bringing the fireplace in the living room up to date with a new look. Crap like that.

Plus, I’ve been sharing the little things on Facebook lately rather than here. Don’t know why. Big enough to paste a link, but too small to bother with a blog post in most cases.

If something interesting happens, this blog will be the first to know.

Time To Renew

Just got an email from the state of Ohio reminding me that it’s time to renew my driver’s license.

This will officially be the first time I’ve lived in one state long enough to have to renew my license.

Two Years

This – the third Friday in January – marks two years since I last had a sweet, sweet cigarette.

I started in February of 1998 (yes, at almost age 25) and smoked for nearly 10 years. Then I stopped.

It’s been two years since I stopped. Maybe I’ll quit for 10 and then start again and everyone can be proud of how I worked really hard to start smoking after so long without.

Meh, who am I kidding? By then they’ll have been all but made illegal.

The Noughties (a very viral and concise look at the 00’s)

So mere minutes after I get done writing one of the longest blog posts I’ve ever written about the past decade and including a huge bit on the evolution of being smart and information and such, I swing by Draegs blog and find this:


(click for hi-res)

And it sums up exactly what I was talking about. My long droning post is old-skool. This quick chart is the new smart.

My post sucks. This chart rules.

My two big exceptions come with Google and Auto-Tune. And not because of placement, but because of how long it takes things to go mainstream.

I understand Google as a verb probably hit around 2005, but I distinctly remember using and telling others about this awesome search engine when we lived in Florida. That would have been 2001 at the latest – although if memory serves me correctly it was certainly before that (late ‘99, early ‘00?). I don’t know what my point is, but I’ve been googling for 10 years.

As far as Auto-Tune, I used it way back in Florida too. My big mistake was using it so that it didn’t sound like I was using it. But then again, doing something like that seems to be a cultural change that’s happened in the past decade too – and I can’t quite describe it. But it never occured to me to use auto-tune in a way to make it noticable. It was a tool that was meant to not be noticed the way I (and the countless people who used it) seemed to understand it. A tool.

I always used the hammer to nail the nail flush and look pretty and blend in. These guys are using it to bend the nail halfway out of the wall and hang a sign on it reading, “Hey, check out this fucked up nail!”

That sort of mentality (and I can’t pin it down in words) is something that evolved over the past decade. You couldn’t have done that 15 years ago. People would just be like, “That dude can’t sing and he’s trying to cover it up with processing.” Now people dig it.

Not condemning it in any way, because I do admit a certain admiration for the cleverness of it (and mashup artists and people turning something like DJ’ing into musicianship in some weird sort of way and similar things – in all fields, not just music).

Still no real point, but rest assured, people were using Auto-Tune long before it became the noun of 2009.

Ok, enough of my rambling…

…I should have just made a chart.

The Noughties (a completely random look at the 00’s)

With the 00’s coming to an end, you know damn well everybody will have a list or a retrospective or just some thoughts on the past decade. I’m no different. What makes mine any better or worthwhile than any of the millions of others you could find being posted somewhere this week? To be honest, nothing. In fact, I suggest you go find a better one to read.

Hell, that right there is one of the biggest changes of the past 10 years – the internet is here for everyone to talk about anything. 10 years ago the blog was a blossoming idea. Now it seems everyone has a voice online. 10 years ago you wouldn’t have gone blog-to-blog gathering your friends’ and acquaintances’ thoughts on the preceding decade, but on the cusp of the 10’s here we are – me posting and you reading.

In fact, I think life (in many aspects) changed more in the 00’s than any other decade in history. It seems like change comes quicker than ever. And the quicker it comes, the faster we can change again. The rate in which things evolve seems to keep increasing. I can’t even begin to imagine how different the little things in life will be on December 31, 2019 – especially if the rate of change and advancement continues to grow seemingly exponentially.

On December 31, 1999 we personally had 54 TV channels available to us. We had one cell phone my wife used for work – no one texted and it didn’t do much other than play ‘Snake’ and be ugly and gold with a pull-up antenna. I did have a 1.5Mb down internet connection – which was pretty fast at the time. The catch was that it was 56k up via phone line. My wife would call home from work and get annoyed that the line rang busy.

I imagine I’ll look back at what I use and have now in the same way at the end of the 10’s.

Two of the larger, widespread (cultural?) changes that immediately come to mind that happened in the 00’s that I happen to find particularly interesting are on the subjects of celebrity and intelligence. (polar opposites, right?)

I think we became more focused on celebrity as everyone is a celebrity to some degree now. I mean, if you’re reading this and you’ve never met me, then I’m a stranger who’s actions and ideas you care about…and that’s kind of celebrity following in a weird abstract way. How much difference is there between reading TMZ to see what Brad Pitt is up to and reading this blog to see what I’m up to – especially if you don’t know me (or, presumably, Brad Pitt)? Doesn’t the idea that I even post ideas here for people to read (even total strangers) present a certain sense of narcism that in the past was reserved for only public figures? Because, face it, if I were really only doing it for myself, it wouldn’t be online and you wouldn’t be reading it.

Not only that, but this is the decade where ‘celebrity’ became a career of it’s own. It used to be that people were celebrities and famous for doing other things. Actors, musicians, athletes, etc were all celebrities because of what they did. Now kids cite ‘celebrity’ as something they’d like to be when they grow up. There’s probably better examples, but immediately I think Paris Hilton. She may not be the textbook definition of what I’m getting at, but I think she’s the one I blame for bridging the gap between being famous because of what you do and just being famous.

Somewhere along the way between reality TV, our online presence – complete with narcissistic tendencies becoming acceptable and attention whores like Paris Hilton making the big time we’ve crossed the line into that weird chicken/egg area where someone can be famous just because they’re famous. (edit – now that I think of it Tila Tequila would be a good fit too – I think you see what I’m getting at)

I think in hindsight, the 00’s will be seen as the decade when the idea of celebrity changed forever.

The other big change is the way we are smart. Intelligence. I read somewhere (don’t know where) that being smart used to me “knowing information” and now it means “being able to use/process information that is known” – in the sense that technology picks up a lot of the workload in terms of being smart these days.

I see a lot of younger kids talk about how they don’t need to know more than basic math or spelling because we have the tools to do that for ourselves now. Why bother learning to spell if spell check will just fix it on the fly as long as you get even remotely in the ballpark with your guess? Why bother learning any more than simple math facts when calculators, programs and online tools do all the hard stuff (anything you wouldn’t quickly do in your head, at least) for you in less time? Why bother knowing facts when you can access pretty much any piece of info from pretty much anywhere? Hell, I even see people who are clearly just going to the grocery store with their GPS fired up.

I think the 00’s will also be defined as the decade where the flip to a new way of thinking, of knowing, of information, of being intelligent began. Our descendants at the end of this century – my grandchildren as grandparents (yes, that’s just 70 years away – yikes!) will look back and laugh at how they did things as kids like I do now and try to imagine doing it differently a few decades before they were born. My childhood of the 80’s (my 7-17 years at least) will seem even more foreign and distant than my own grandmother’s childhood of the 30’s seems to me…mostly because of that increased rate of evolution I mentioned earlier.

I still laugh sometimes when I think about being a kid. If I didn’t know something, I didn’t know it. Simple as that. If it were something of importance, you could go to a library and research and learn, but if it were something trivial (the name of that song that goes like this…, or what year some TV show went off the air, things like that) you might never know. Now you just google it. The amount of info at our fingertips is staggering and light years beyond what it was at the onset of this decade. Having the information and knowledge isn’t the issue anymore, using it is.

But enough with my usual pseudo-intellectual ranting and onto more personal thoughts.

Actually, before I forget – what exactly have we decided to call the 00’s? How do we verbalize it? I used the “Noughties” as the title of the post and I’ve also seen it referred to as the “Aughts” as well. In type it’s easy to just do the 00’s thing, but how do you say it? And how exactly will this decade be remembered? And how can I use the two together? Like when I write (or say) “90’s Sensitive Guy” or “80’s Hair Metal” or “70’s Swinger” or “60’s Hippie” or “50’s Greaser” – each of those painted a clear visual for you. What stereotypes will hold about the 00’s and how will we verbalize it?

I dunno. Just a thought.

On a more personal level, if you read a recent blog entry you know I rang in the 00’s (and the millennium) with my wife at work. We had just moved to Jacksonville, FL in the spring of ‘99 for a salary that at the time made us think we were rich, but that I can’t imagine living on now…at the other end of the decade. On an even more personal level, I weighed somewhere around 40 pounds or so less than I do now. That’s a scary thought. I was still a musician as far as income goes and that was the year Sony contacted me with mild interest in music I had been posting at mp3.com – it never panned out, but it was exciting at the time. I came closer than most to becoming a professional rock star. It was shortly after that that I registered coasterimage.com and bought some photo equipment – all on a whim and a budding interest in amusement parks. Here at the other end of the decade, that budding interest and in turn the photography aspect it introduced me to provides the income.

Interestingly, at the time my wife had two distinctly different job offers on the table. We took the Jax one as I mention, but the other would have taken us to New Jersey and we seriously considered it. I wonder what my life looks like in that alternate universe where the decision to go to Jersey is playing out?

In 2001 things were on cruise control for most of the year. We found out early in the year that my wife was pregnant and we’d be parents again. In February we made our first park visit (to Busch Gardens Tampa) with intentions of taking photos that would begin to make up a website. In September our car was crushed during a Disney World visit and we ended up getting our first brand new car out of the whole ordeal. We picked up that new car on 9/11. Two weeks later, my son was born. Crazy times. We left Jacksonville in November of that year and spent Thanksgiving eating subs in a hotel room. All in all, we were glad to be leaving Jax at the time, but in hindsight it’s a fondly remembered period.

I can’t say the same for our destination – Allentown, PA. To this day the only two things about the area that we liked were our proximity to both NYC and Dorney Park. Other than that we hated everything – my wife’s job, our apartment, our neighborhood – everything. This period is not fondly remembered with the exception of my 29th birthday extravaganza which was a blowout 4 day weekend party in NYC. I suspect that when all is said and done it will go down as the greatest birthday celebration of my life.

We were in Allentown long enough for my daughter to start school than the planets aligned and our personal plans came to fruition and my wife was offered a job “back home” in the Pittsburgh area. We moved in September of 2003 and my daughter was in her second school already and still in Kindergarten. We were glad to be home. That was the year my dad was diagnosed with lung cancer and most of 2004 was a generally scary time. I don’t believe in fate, but the timing was perfect and it’s nice to think that a greater force made sure we were home at the time to help out. 2004 was also the year I finally shaved my head and lost the crazy haircuts for good. I shaved it just before we headed to Canada (for amusement parks, of course). That same week we traded in the Disney car for another new car (that we ended up driving to Canada) – that car still sits in the driveway today.

2005 was the year that my wife decided she needed to make a change with her work situation and after almost 10 years with the same company she walked on them in the middle of the year. It was a huge leap of faith and we took a huge income hit at the time. Looking back, I still don’t know how we made it as long as we did.

We struggled into the spring of 2006 when the offer to take a position in the Dayton area came along. We were pretty excited about the position as it offered some much needed money and was with a company with a solid rep in the industry – oddly enough she interviewed with them back on 2003 when we were trying to get the hell out of Allentown and it didn’t pan out. We were less enthusiastic about everything else – moving away from ‘home’, the Dayton area in general, moving the kids yet again, etc. In the end we went for it (as we’ve always done in life) and surprisingly found ourselves quite happy with our decision and pleasantly surprised with our liking of the area.

In February of 2007 I started this blog and you can read about things from then on. It’s quite a collection of thoughts and such.

My wife and I have always said, “You never know where you’ll be in a year” for as long as I can remember. It’s even crazier if you try to look at 10 years. Flat out insane if you try to look forward. All I know is that in 10 years, my youngest will be 18. Hopefully, I’ll have two successful, well-adjusted adult children who are out in the world to some degree (not a big fan of kids lingering around forever, I don’t think – ask me again in 10 years) and a wife that I can continue to enjoy spending time with (as a couple again!) and feel nostalgic about now.

But if that’s the case I’m going to grow my hair and start getting high again. Man, the 20’s are gonna be awesome!

Teaching The Future

Time for a little more fatherly pride. My daughter brought an assignment home from reading class that had been graded and this was on the inside:

Turns out the teacher wants to keep it to show future classes what she expects when this specific assignment/project comes up each year. So that was pretty cool.

Even better was my daughter’s confession that she “just threw it together real quick the night before” it was due. Is it wrong that that half of the story makes me smile more than the first half?

The End Of An Era – Here Comes The Teen

I just want public record of the fact that today – December 2, 2009 – is the day the transition from little girl to total teenager has happened in our home.

Today in response to my making a joking comment about my daughter forgetting her band practice time sheet and signing it and handing it to her I was met with, “I know, daa-aaad!”

…and she said it in that tone of voice. (you have it in your head right now – and you’re spot on)

So I egged it on a little by questioning her lack of practice and got my first bit of real-world first-hand “teen logic” about how she needs this program for her computer that I’ve been dragging my feet on getting because she’s not sure if she’s hitting notes right and practicing wrong develops bad habits and wonk wonk wonk – essentially it was my fault she doesn’t practice enough. (not snotty about it, mind you, but definitely the twisted logic that we use with our parents at that age – and I’m sure it made perfect sense to her as she said it.)

Like I totally stepped out of body for the 45 seconds the whole conversation took and I could see the scene from above – a legit out of body experience! And I’m telling myself, “Holy shit! This is the moment. This is the first toe being dipped into the cold swimming pool. This is the beginning of the teen years coming on. At first it’s just a glimpse here and there. Then patterns develop. Then it’s more common than not. And before you know it – you have a fucking teenager.

It was truly a moment that made me both chuckle and feel a little sad at the same time.

I just want a written record of this moment. Definitely for posterity, but also so I can come back and read this a few years down the line when I can’t figure out why my kid seems to have gone totally nuts and does only things that makes me want to smack her upside the head.

Countdown Traffic Light

Just one look at this countdown traffic light and you know it’s a great idea. A progress bar on a stop light? We’re on board with that. Besides alleviating frustration, designer Damjan Stankovi? sees his idea saving energy…

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Thanksgiving

I just realized that I did almost nothing for 5 straight days…other than eat Turkey in various forms.

There was some holiday shopping involved, but for the most part the 5 day holiday (Wed-Sun) was a time of doing nothing.

What a great holiday we had! Yay!

Vacation In November

I’m sitting here bored on a Monday night. The kids are sleeping and the wife is out of town for an overnight conference. It’s business as usual after a week of vacation in November. My wife took last week off because:

1. She has vacation time to use and we have no specific plans for anything anytime soon.
2. Her hotel is getting a full blown renovation (like $2 million+) that starts at the end of the month and runs through spring, so she kind of need to be there.

So the idea was to take one of her remaining weeks before the renovation and one after in the spring. Her anniversary is in June so she gets more weeks then – and we’re using immediately using one of those to go check out the Intimidator coasters. It all worked out. We had some stuff that needed done around here and everything fell into place.

We spent Saturday, Sunday and Monday getting the leaves out of the yard. You may have seen the leaf density photo, but it does no justice to the sheer amount of leaves that our yard held. It was a solid three days of effort to clear 95% of the leaves. 95% is good enough for us, but we have a couple of hardcore neighbors still going out in the evening catching the last few leaves that trickle from trees or blow around in an effort to maintain a perfect score. I often feel like smacking them.

On top of that, on Monday I had a dentist appointment and for some reason she (my dentist) loaded me up with an obscene amount of novacaine – like to the point that I was so numb on the side of my face that I was slurring like a drunk. To make it even better she really crammed that needle deep into the gums at the back of my mouth. I was still a little sore the next day.

On Tuesday we went out and did a little shopping. In the evening we turned in my son’s football equipment.

Wednesday, we finally got to considering the basement on a serious level after the great flood of 2009. The flood sucked, don’t get me wrong, but the truth is, we wanted to eventually redo the basement anyway. This just forced our hand a little.

There’s a bunch of things we want to change down there, but the main thing was the bar and stuff that took up entirely too much space, was ugly and made no sense for a family who doesn’t throw swank drinking soirees in their basement. Well, ripping that shit out was WAY easier than I had anticipated and by Wednesday evening the bar, built-ins and back wall were reduced to a pile of rubble that was now sitting in the garage. I only broke two hammers in the process. Never bother with the cheap wooden-handled kind – I’ve had a couple for years and years now. After this past Wednesday, I don’t. It feels very manly to break a hammer. (insert stupid Tim Allen grunting here)

So yeah, a big chunk of the basement work we want to do is taken care of. We have some ideas and a “What the hell, why not?” attitude going forward and we’d like to do what we can by spring and then get carpet laid again. Basically the 80% of the total work that accounts for 30% of the total costs. That’s make it ‘ours’ and much more functional and liveable. We do the big expensive ‘vanity’ stuff (like complete and rearrange the half bath down there – down the road when we have more liquidity in our cashflow.

It was a good start that was easier than expected and has us excited about the possibilities down there.

On Thursday we finally got a guy out here to fix our garage door. The torsoin spring snapped about a month or so back and we’ve been unable to open the big door since then. It was an easy (and relatively cheap) fix and we felt kind of stupid for not pursuing it sooner. That evening we all decided to go see A Christmas Carol. I hadn’t seen a movie at the theater in 3D since I was a kid and wanted to check it out, plus the movie looked kinda cool – even if just for the rendering – and in typical “my wife is a CVB member, pillar of the hospitality community and general area service industry insider” we can do movies for free most of the time. This was one of those times. (seems like a sweet perk, but we’re really not movies-at-the-theater people – a couple a year at most)

Now people complain about amusement park prices on the various forums and I think it’s crazy. Shit costs money, simple as that. Apparently these people don’t see many movies because had we paid for tickets for the 7pm showing in 3D the total would have been $50 for two adults and two children. On top of that 4 drinks and a bucket of popcorn clocks in at right around $30. (I wanna say it was $32, but if I try to remember the prices and do the math I get $27 and change – so it’s somewhere in that range)

$80 to see a 90 minute movie with basic refreshments. That’s almost a dollar a minute for a family of four…and people are ponying that up. The amusement park price whiners need to shut the fuck up. Amusement parks are a great value.

So yeah, the movie was the 1000th rehash of the same old story. It was cute. I like that the 3D these days (and I’m assuming it’s tru e based on the previews we saw in 3D for several other movies) isn’t the gimmicky “coming at you” stuff that I always thought 3D was. This 3D went the other way and added depth to the scenes. Rather than the background at the screen with everything jutting out from there, it seemed like the foreground was at the screen and everything went back from there. Rather than being visually assaulted by the images, I found myself wanting to reach into the scene deeper to see even more. It’s come a long way and we all agreed that it really worked well and added to the movie. If this is 3D in the 21st century, I’m all for it.

On Friday the kids had off and my daughter was sitting on a buttload of birthday money so she and my wife hit the Greene in the morning and then swung by for me and my son and we did the mall and some other stores in the afternoon.

On Saturday, my son had a birthday party to go to, so we dropped him off there and did some stuff around the house including cleaning out the garage a little since the door was functioning again. Once we get the bar remnants out of there, we can start pulling in for the winter. We haven’t really used the garage as a place for the cars yet because last winter we had just moved it and it was all full of crap. Over the summer we filled it with tools and bricks and dirt and junk from all the outside work we were doing and then as fall approached the door broke. We’re finally almost ready to use the garage as a garage. How sick is that?

On Sunday we vegged and watched the Steelers fucking lose. We kind of kept it lazy and watched football and the stupid shit that’s on TV on the weekends and finished our vacation with the latest episode of Californication that night.

That was the past week+ in a nutshell. I’m sure I forgot something, but I wanted to dump this onto the blog before it got too far removed and I didn’t feel like it. I have photos of much of what we did, but don’t feel like getting them on here right now.

Today Was A Good Day

Not too often I sit back and smile and just think I had a good day. That’s not to say things suck, but as I get older the little victories mean less and it takes more to light up that inner smile. Also, it seems like everytime in my life when I sat back and thought, “You know, things are good.” it was immediately followed by my world crumbling around me. So much so that I’ve become a little superstitious about actually acknowledging it. So let me just add the disclaimer that I’d like the external forces that control the universe (particularly my corner of it) to know that I’m not gloating as much as simply relaying the events of my day. (awkward smile)

Today I was reminded how much my kids kick ass. Like serious ass. Like your kid sucks compared to my kid sort of stuff.

Today was parent/teacher conferences and report cards.

My son generally does well with the exception of reading – where he’s not failing or behind, but he has to work to keep it up. But every year without doubt we’re told how he is an example of what a student should be – hard working, willing to help, polite, well manner and behaved – just a pleasure to be around. Last month was his third consectuive year for receiving the ‘citizenship award’ that the school gives. He’s only been in school three years – do the math. How can that not make you smile? Add to that the fact that he’s a hardcore middle linebacker that will rip your fucking head off and you can’t lose. We always joke that he’s like my wife and he is – in almost every way. Just read the adjectives I used to describe him and you have my wife…except I’m not sure she ever played middle linebacker, but she will rip your fucking head off.

The other half of the joke is that my daughter is just like me – and it’s true. A lovingly cynical, over-talented cutie with a scathing sense of humor that is both quick witted and silly at once.

My daughter excels without having to put forth much effort. She’s ridiculously bright and has been a straight A student for as long as I can remember. She always test at advanced levels and finally with this meeting there was recommendation of moving towards getting her in the honors program now that she’s in middle school. Plus, she’s the one who always got into the extracurricular stuff ranging from student council to land lab to origami to band to whatever else she’s done. To make matters even worse, she’s popular. Walk down the hall with her in a mostly empty school and you’ll still hear a dozen hellos from students and teachers alike before you get where you’re going – and tonight was no exception. The theme of our meetings about her have gone from “great student, a pleasure to have in class” to “we have to make sure we find ways to keep this girl challenged” – I don’t claim to know how much of things is nature vs nurture, but again, I can’t help but smile.

Just the kind of day that makes you sit back with a kind of bewildered smile and think, “Damn, we’re doing something right.”

Plus, I went for a haircut this afternoon and got one of the girls I like with no wait on a walk-in. That was pretty sweet too.

Settling In

It really feels like we’re at a point in life where we’re just kind of settling in. Finally buying a house was big step in that general vibe. I was just looking back and since I moved out of my parent’s house (at 18), I’ve never lived at one address for longer than 35 months. That’s kind of crazy, I suppose – in 18 years, I’ve never lived in one place for as long as a three year span. It’s especially odd if you consider the first 18 years of my life where 15 of them (from 3 until I moved out) were spent in the same rural, small town home.

I’ve known my wife for half my life and been married for 13 years (last month) and our lives have been very migratory in many ways – always moving from area to area and always traveling for person reasons within that greater context. It’s just what we’ve done and it’s worked out greatly for us.

But in the past year – all of that seems to have changed. We sort of acknowledged that we’re in a pretty good place and that it looks like we can continue to advance our lives while staying put. We bit the bullet and bought the house last winter and decided to spend our resources not staying mobile, but rather establishing some minor roots. We generally have a 10-year plan at this point. Our youngest (my son) just turned 8, so in ten years we’ll have two adult children and be free to open up all the options again and see where (if anywhere) it takes us.

I’m not sure where I was heading with this. Lately I have a feeling of ’settling in’ – not really slowing down, but changing focus. I’m not sure if it’s good or bad, but it’s different and that’s why I’m noticing it. Seems like a good time in life to get our ducks in a row, lay low and wait for the signal that it’s time to sping forth into whatever it may be that needs sprung into.

It’s the kind of thing that is necessary, but not exciting…and I think my little blog reflects that.

Falling Behind

I still have a shitload of stuff that I wanted to do that I haven’t yet. Things around the house, that is. Amazing how a little procrastination (lazy is fun) mixed with a little bit of busy-ness (practices, appointments, life, etc), mixed with the occasional smack of dumb luck (did I mention the garage door opener was the latest house casualty?) and the overall additional costs of owning a house all lead to things not getting done. Summer is over and I’m sitting here thinking I HAVE to do some of this shit before the end of the month.

1. Finish the landscaping wall
2. Clean the gutters and get the stupid gutter covers off
3. Pull the ivy that’s overtaking the area between the house and shed
4. Oraganize the garage so the cars can get pulled in this winter
5. Put all the outside stuff in the shed for the winter
6. Get the fucking garage door fixed (new to the list as of this week)

Then it’s back to inside stuff over the winter. More painting, finally getting the basement back together after the great flood of 2009, furniture to fill the rooms so it looks like someone actually lives here.

Stuff is hard…and stuff.

Crisp

The gas company is doing some work around the neighborhood this week. Today our gas is turned off and it’s currently a crisp 64 degrees inside.

On the plus side, I get to light pilots later when they turn the gas back on.

4-0

Pulled out a 24-7 win against some of the most ridiculous referees I’ve seen in two years of this football stuff. We actually put the ball in the end zone 9 times total, but 5 were brought back. At first it seemed pretty biased towards us, but by the end of the game they were calling on both teams for the most mundane and ridiculous things and then getting the penalty distances wrong to boot. Really hardcore officiating for a game beteen first and second graders.

Very satisfying win in the end and my little man started to really click as part of the machine after getting his ass handed to him a few times early in the game. Nice to see it start to come together a little more for him.

Home game next Saturday morning.

Please Do Not Block Your Mailbox

The people that live to the left side of us (stage left – well, kinda perpendicular, really, because of how the houses sit on the end of the cul-de-sac) are an old couple that have lived here since our little group of houses were built. They’re the last original owners here. They’re also the ones we like the least – for no reason other than you can tell they expect us to be all neighborly and invite them to dinner and always stop to talk and crap like that. Very old school. We always suspected it and then one day the old woman stopped by and talked to my wife and pretty much confirmed those expectations in the course of conversation. Of course, they get nothing more than a quick wave if we happen to leave while they’re out or vice versa.

So anyway, today I leave to pick up my son from school and the entire circle of the cul-de-sac is line with cars. The old people’s driveway is also filled to the hilt with cars. No biggie except that I did notice that one was parked directly in front of our mailbox. Again, no biggie, but I was curious as to what would happen if the maillady came (in her little mail van) and had to deliver our mail before they left.

Well, when I went out to get the mail a few minutes ago, I found out:

That was stuck to my pile of mail. It’s a sticky like a post-it. Just rip one off and stick it where necessary.

I can tell you where I’d like to stick it.

In fact, I think I will take it over and stick it on (in?) the old people’s mailbox. Which is on our property anyway, but that’s a whole different story.

Consider it a pet peeve, but nothing bugs me more than taking the shit for something that I didn’t do – even something as silly as a reminder from the USPS when some other fuckwad blocks my mailbox with their car because their blotchy, vein-covered, octogenarian legs won’t carry them the extra 7 feet it’s gonna take to pull past my mailbox. Suck a cock, grandma!

There. I’m done. I feel better.

I’m still sticking the post-it in their mailbox though.

The Circle Of Life

It’s happening in my front yard as I type this.


(edited to add the following)
Actually, I just looked out the window again and it’s gone. Crap! I missed him (her?) fly away with the squirrel…