That Would Be MY Daughter

Abby, “Mom, are there still pirates?”

Jessica, “Yes, I guess there still are.”

Abby, “I want to be a pirate when I grow up.”

Jessica, “You probably don’t want to be a pirate, that’s illegal.”

Abby, “What does illegal mean?”

Jessica, “It means that if they catch you, you will go to jail.”

Abby, “Oh.  I don’t want to be a pirate.”

My Best Fan

Evie Gazes
This evening, over far too many minutes, I installed a ceiling fan in Evie’s room.  I had to install a support rod with complementary electrical box first.  Insulation fell all over me – I itched then, I’m itching now.  I somehow missed one of the steps in the installation and had to back track to fix the missed step.  Screws fell from the fan as I was trying to put them in.  All sorts of frustrations.

It was all better though when Evie looked up at the spinning blades with Jessica by her side and said proudly, “That’s my best fan.”  She was so pleased to have a fan in her room that I could only enjoy the smile and the pleasure that my work, irritated as I had become, had brought about.  She loves that it spins and I love that she loves it.

Tomorrow night I get to install Abby’s, but I’ll be applying the lessons learned, so hopefully it’ll be less messy, and less irritating.  It’ll be my best fan for one of my best girls.

My Children are Insane with a Capital N

Warning: this post contains lots of non sequiturs, I’m tired, and non sequiturs make me chuckle when I’m tired.  I’d ask if you follow what I”m saying except that that’s what a non sequitur is.  Elephants wander through the African planes and such.

Both girls have been in a mild to extreme melt-down mode since coming home from Indiana. I’m pretty sure this is due to the fact that Jessica and I have also been in punt mode. We’ve had a lot going on and when that happens we end up punting a lot. If you’re not familiar with the punt analogy it ties in with the popular American sport called American Football. Its called American Football because the rest of the world calls it American Football because they had a sport called football long before the Americans who took Rugby, Football, Sumo Wrestling and the Civil War and combined them together so that only very fast, large men (and now, apparently fast, large women) can mash into one another like two over-loaded sports cars while one smaller, but still huge man attempts to throw the ball to another smaller, not as huge man who runs even faster than the other fast runners in an attempt to not be killed by oncoming fast, large men. This is, in short, American Football.

In American Football there’s a really nice thing that happens: the teams share the ball and take turns having ‘possession’ of the ball. Possession is a loose term because each team could find themselves running with the ball, in fear of being creamed by the other team, lose the ball and then do what’s called fumbling the ball and then recovering the dropped ball, which means that they might still have possession even though they temporarily did not have possession. After enough time lapses where the team who had possession didn’t do anything useful with the ball, they might have what’s called a fourth down. The fourth down follows the first through third down. The number of downs you have depends on the number of severely injured fowl you have as well as fouls that may have been committed by players added together with the number of yards the football has traveled in a subjectively positive direction. Upon the fourth down, if the team who has possession of the ball decides that they’re too close to the scoring end-zone of the opposing team they can do what’s called punting. Punting is to kick the ball to the other end of the field but not into the scoring end-zone, just up close to it. The returning, opposing team then catches the ball and the player who catches the ball hopefully runs a long, long way so that they get back closer to the original end-zone so that they can get a touchdown. A touchdown has nothing to do with the downs mentioned earlier. So the punt is a scrambled maneuver that is only done to prevent the other team from scoring and is generally looked at as a last resort maneuver.

Since Jessica and I have been resorting to the punt for the last couple weeks due to some unforeseen circumstances, work, and a general sense of being whelmed (not over or under, but relatively pegged) the girls have probably felt like the football being kicked from one end of the field as we play American Football with each day.  This is why Evelyn threw a screaming temper tantrum as we were entering the fine Costco store this evening to collect small, specific bits of food for Father’s Day this weekend. Food that will keep us going in our punting, punting that will keep us from scoring, but keep the other team from scoring. Scoring which makes us like John Williams, who does not play American Football.

Jank

My computer is borked.  The puke that Abby gave it on Saturday makes it ‘exciting’ to use because periodically it will just reboot itself.  The puke is the deliverer of Funk and fortunately there is some Wagnalls coming because the fine people at the Apple store will be able to restore it to a normative state of working.  By normative I mean back to not smelling funky, having a screen that has correct color and such as well as a keyboard that responds to all of its keys being pressed.

Why get an extended warranty on an expensive laptop?  Because that will give my friend Dave something to make fun of me for.

Its Like Being Dead, Only Different

I’m still here.  I’ve been working like a crazy man for the last month and some days.  I have re-written three interfaces in that time and I’m rather pooped.  I’m heading out on a business trip tomorrow morning (which is probably when you’re reading this) and will be on call for the whole trip to do work related things.  I’m hoping to get some sleep somewhere soon.  In the meantime please consider looking at pictures of things like barbed wire, my girls, or this.

If you’re in the mood some praying for my well being would be much appreciated as in 6 hours or so I’ll be getting up to begin the day’s traveling.  I’ll try not to whine since I’m blessed to be employed, blessed to have a great family, and blessed to get to see friends in Texas.

They’re Merely Five and Two

Tonight we went looking for a present for Jessica’s upcoming thirtieth birthday.  Abby and Evie and I went out on the ‘hunt.’  Abby kept eyeing rather expensive jewelry at the Target.  “That looks beautiful, lets get that!.”  I had to gently tell her no because the budget was not in the $120 range for the girls’ gift.  Evie liked everything that sparkled.  Upon discovering that Target didn’t have anything but a Wii, which I wanted to buy “for Jessica” but did not, we headed off to Kohl’s to find some jewelry there at Abby’s request.

At Kohls she spotted a pair of ear rings that had a strand of rainbow colored glass embedded in them.  A rainbow that certainly catches the eyes of the young onlookers.  I totally disappointed her by saying that mommy would probably not have an outfit to go with the ear rings.  Needless to say we did not find any jewelry at Kohl’s either because what the five year old liked the two year old didn’t like.  What the five and two year old liked daddy didn’t like.  And what daddy liked the five and two year old were sure would make mom look ‘boring’.  Next time we go out I’m bringing cash and eash one of them will get to pay for their respective gifts, and it’ll help them learn that the $400.00 necklace is really out of their reach.

We walked to the register with Abby telling me that she had enough money in her piggy bank at home for the gift she wished we were buying.  I love her confidence, we just need to work on the financial math 🙂

Thankful Thursday: Listy Edition

Yesterday I watched the girls playing outside. Evie had been bundled up and put on one of her hats (I should have taken a picture) with little bits of material spiking out atop it. Abby was running about playing in the small remnants of snow as she likes to do even though we tell her to avoid the mud. Jessica was doing something in the kitchen next to me (I believe dishes were being put away, but I don’t recall clearly enough). Life was good. I’m very, very blessed to have the family that I do.

I’m thankful for

  • My family
  • My friends
  • My clients
  • My church
  • My Bible study group
  • My blogs
  • My house
  • My general health (parasite aside)
  • My country (wacky as some of it may be)
  • Pictures to remember much of this by
  • The imagination I’ve been given
  • You for reading this

Thinking in Lego

Abby has finally discovered the fun that is Legos. However, she has the patience to put together a fifteen piece set, but the desire for my 100+ piece ship set (from when I was a kid). That is of course how Jessica got roped into putting together the ship set. She is still working on it. It is now going on hour five or so. The problem is that many of my sets were all jumbled together so she has to find the right pieces inside of the thousands of pieces across the floor.

Jessica asked, “Are you laughing at me yet?”
To which I replied, “No, you have to learn to think in Lego.”

Thinking in Lego is what I would call the ability to see the spacial requirements of the project and instinctively be able to find the shapes and pieces simply because you know what Lego has to offer. I used to be able to do this, but at present my patience and lack of recent experience puts me at about a 30 piece kit. Jessica is a completer, though, so she will complete what she starts. I have learned to not commit to anything that I know will take more than two minutes. Which is about as long as this post has taken me, so it must be done.

Sitting in the Waiting Room

My brain is still on vacation due to the last remaining strains of this cold I’ve had. After a week and a few days I had hoped I would be over this stupid thing. I somehow feel like its a side effect of running Windows or something. My anti-virus didn’t catch something.

Either way: we’re feeling somewhat better around here, its just that we’re not all better all the way. Evie and Abby will run and jump and play no matter what they feel like (other than the flu, which causes Evie to snuggle me just long enough to throw up on me), but they do sound mostly better. If all goes well they’ll be right as rain tomorrow and we’ll have to velcro them back up onto the wall in intervals to have things be quiet again 🙂

The Sickness: Part II

Tonight I got a new keyboard.  Its a new Apple Wireless thingy.  You see, I had to get a new one because the old one received the puke of a two year old.  I’m feeling sick, Jessica is feeling sick, Abby is feeling sick, and Evie is most definitely sick.  Even Kurt & Becky are under the weather.  The sickness is annoying to say the least.  We missed church, we missed being with some friends whom we wanted to see… but we didn’t miss going out to the grocery store to buy things that will hype us up so that we can feel half-awake instead of mostly dead.

I have to fly tomorrow morning (Monday) so I’m super-excited to spread germs, receive germs, and generally make those around me miserable or question the safety of my company.  The good thing is that this new keyboard should cause me great discomfort for a few days in the hands department so that at least most of me is funky instead of just one part.*

By the way, too much vitamin C is actually diarhea inducing.  I know this because in Jr. High I fed my friend too much vitamin C because he liked the ‘cherry’ flavor of the C I had.  Little did he know that his immune system would kill most anything with that boost, but the explosive gastro-intestinal boost would kill his chances of getting a girlfriend.  Sorry, Matt 🙂

*I’m used to an ergonomic keyboard and this is not, but since my laptop is also not ergo, its good to get used to the ‘old’ style as needed.