Category Archives: Confessions

Things about me you probably never wanted or don’t need to know.

Sushi

Jessica ate Sushi tonight and liked it.  She totally wrestled with the chopsticks, but made up for it in eating raw, uncooked, redundant fish.  On top of that she also ate non-fish items like rice, veggies and cooked eel.  Good stuff.  I had some sushi, but the balance of my meal came from the plate, which balanced quite nicely on the table.  Oh, and I ate Kung Pow Chicken!  I asked for it to be extra hot.  I think the chef thought I meant, warm, which was fine, because the flavor was actually quite nice on top of being warm.  Next time I think I’ll have to send it back and complain that I wasn’t crying after the first bite.  Dr. Starling, whom we went to dinner with, thought that the KPC was hot, but I think she needs to learn about hot by eating more hot stuff like habanero peppers.

OK, I really need to go to bed now.

Philosophical Paradox

This was going to be a long post about stuff that got way too ranty, too negative, and then just outright rude. Therefore it has been replaced with a happy picture of Evie & Abby that is out of focus – because this post was out of focus.
Evie & Abby all blurry and stuff

Wow.  I feel better.

New Neighbors

last night I met one of our new neighbors.  Her name is Jen, and her husband’s name is Sean.  I don’t know how he spells it Sean, Shawn, Shon, Shaughn or Schwann [that’s a joke].  What is amusing for me is that two of my best friends throughout High School were named Sean & Jen, and they briefly dated.  However, this is surely not them 🙂

I then proceeded to ride my unicycle (or at least practice riding my unicycle).  Which was pretty funny because I’m rather stinky at it still and Jen was raking the leaves in their front yard.  I hope that I didn’t scare her.  You don’t meet a lot of unicyclers, so it may make her think twice about talking with us again.

Father’s Day

I just got off the phone with Jessica wherein I asked her to buy something for me at Costco.  She got a little put out by my request, which I didn’t know what to do with.  Then she confessed that she had planned on buying that very thing for me for Father’s day.  Drat.  Now she’ll have to buy one of the 200 other things that apparently she has on a list of things to buy for me.

I’m a goober.  Or as my sister-in-law Sha’i says, “You’re a dork.”

Toasted

Do you have fond memories of your grandma?  I have fond memories of my Grandma Martin who would make me toast as a child that was based on a form of non-nutrition called ‘white bread.’  To further increase my chances of not getting any nutrition she would slather it with margerine.  It was salty, buttery nothingness that was probably as useful for me as rice cakes, but I won’t get into rice cakes.

Then, one year my whole family got sick with some sort of flu/cold thing and the only thing that tastes good to us was toast.  We used real butter, but I’m sure that we used lots of it and it tasted fantastic… and we could keep it down.  My mom made a lot of it, though my brother and I tried as well to make some.

As you can tell the important women in my life had a toast making knack.  Jessica however, did not start out making me toasted bread.  Instead she would try to make me pecan pies, because that is what I wanted to eat.  Unfortunately those toasted as well.  or underbaked, or overflowed, or sideways slipped into the trash can because she was fed up with them.  Fortunately many of them turned out and slid onto my fork and into my mouth down into my quickly expanding belly.

And as you may have surmised, pies have a crust, which needs to be baked, which is a lot like toast.  So I’m glad to have had toast in my life, it has had special sentimental value that rice cakes have not.

Next time I may share about my other Grandma having carob energy drinks and soy nuts – those are also sentimental but completely unrelated to toast.

You’re All…

Remember when, like, people would, like, make fun of, like, Valley Girls? Like. And so we’d say, “You’re all… She’s all… He was, like…”? OK, well this post has nothing to do with that.

Last night I saw a birthday card that just cracked me up. It showed a group of doctors and nurses standing around the phone cracking up as the receptionist spoke on the phone: “Urology Department. Can you hold?”

Sure, its simple, but it amused me greatly. I think that the people around me were concerned when I had a very loud laugh-fest by myself. They were further concerned when they noted there was no blue-tooth headset on my ear causing an explanation for the loud laughter. Apparently cards are not supposed to be that funny.

Breath and Taxes

There are two things that are certain in my life:

  1. If I eat anything Jessica will ask me what on earth I ate
  2. Death and Taxes
  3. I am horrible at math [and sometimes spelling]

This last weekend I finished up our taxes and mailed them off. And purchased a roll of stamps. I was careful to not put them in Jessica’s possession because in my mind she always loses them.

Ironically… I have no idea where that roll of stamps is. I could have just spent $37.00 on a roll of 100 stamps and used exactly $0.72 of it.

Update: Robin pointed out in the comments that stamps have gone up in price. They’re now 39 cent stamps. The United States Postal Service is not selling us stamps at discount prices no matter how cute our girls are.

Knock, Knock

Abby’s been trying to develop her humor skills over the last several months. She’s been doing knock, knock jokes. Only she doesn’t know any knock, knock jokes. So she’ll say “Knock, knock.” To which I’ll reply, “Who’s there?”
She’ll come up with some random word and then just bust up laughing. Its precious in a painful sort of way because the humorist inside of me goes, “No, that’s not how to do those!”

As if there’s actually a really sophisticated knock, knock joke that I’ve developed over years of finely tuned stand-up yacking. Given the quality of some of the humor on this site, I should probably be taking lessons from her. Or maybe lessens 😉

/me will now be trying to think of the best knock, knock joke ever for days.

Sweet Release

One of the clients I work for in Texas (because I have so many, ha ha) is releasing a major release I’ve been working on today. Wow. This hasn’t been as stressful as about a year ago, but the last week has been a bit tense for me. I’ve not gotten the best sleep the last couple weeks on top of it (or because of it). Hopefully I will be able to get some good rest tonight as well as start working on the next project, which I’m looking forward to.

Rattling My Innards

Last night, for Jessica’s final part of her Birthday celebration we went to Rodizio in the LoDo part of Denver with our friends Craig & Krystal. It is a Brazilian grill. I have been to two of these before Rodizio, in Texas and knew that we were in for a treat. If you’ve not been to a restaurant like this before then you need to understand that this is an all you can eat food fest. This particular restaurant had various meats, seafoods and veggies that they served to some tables. Somehow our table only got meats. When you want their meat servers to bring various types of meat to your table you flip over a little wooden object that has red, yellow and green sections painted onto it. You flip this so that the green side is facing up into the air. As Craig said, this is turning on the meat spigot.

Between January and April they have ‘wild game’ feature meats. Yesterdays was Wild Boar and Rattlesnake Sausages. I had several rattlesnake sausage bit (they didn’t give you a whole sausage unless you asked for one, which is fine by me) and I quite enjoyed them. Our waiter was a young, spunky guy whose nametag read “Jeffizzle.” He had a funky liney beard. That’s the only words I can think to describe it shortly because the longer description would be a small 1/8th inch (2 millimeter) wide band that ran from his sideburns down around his chin up to the other side. Its an accent piece like a necklace, only made of hair. Yeah, it looked a wee weird.

Side Story
Craig had somehow escaped all of the noise about Brokeback Mountain in the last 4 months and found himself watch the video while exercising yesterday morning. He got 28 minutes into the film until the two men make lip contact. At which point he had to stop working out, had to go pour bleach into his eyes, and had to go find out more about the movie to see if this was just a funky one-time situation. To his dismay it was not and so he promptly wrapped up the DVD and sent it back to NetFlicks. I tell you that to tell you this. Jeffizzle was not afraid to break out into what he called his Brokeback Mountain routine when we had finally decided to turn off the meat spigot and survey the dessert options. He outlined the various options that were available for us in decadent desserts and when reaching a point in the dessert selection switched to a super accentuated ‘s’ lisp and described the dish in rather sensual terms. We chuckled and he moved on into the next item in his regular speach pattern. Craig was probably mentally having flashbacks of the morning and wanting to run for the Rockies, but restrained himself.

When it came time to pay the bill we did so with a slightly liberal tip, but one that reflected the service and the length of time we had squatted at the table [definition: squatting is sitting at a table for a particularly long time at a restaurant. This can prevent wait staff from serving other customers at that table and possibly decreasing their income from tips for the year]. As we left we hit the restrooms to do what people do there and happened to pass the waiter showing off our receipt exclaiming, “I went brokeback on another table again and look at this!”

We then strolled through part of downtown Denver to walk off some of the protein we’d glutted ourselves on. This is always fun because there are pan handlers, vagrants, other strollers and lots of carriages waiting to draw you. Lights, busses, some cars, cops and shops all looking particularly metropolitan make for a fun walk. As is always the case I ended up talking about programming practicies with Craig who patiently teaches me all about the things he learned by actually going to school for his carear path. He’s also got a lot more life experience in coding than I do so I have to say that I like to be a sponge when he shares things. Fortunately some of the things he shared with me last night were things I knew which tells me that I’m starting to have some competance in the area of coding after 5 years 🙂

We had a good time with the Kaes’, Jessica got to have a fun meal, and in the end we really enjoyed a great downtown Denver experience.