Homeward bound
July 31, 2007
FINALLY peace & quiet
leave the driving to me
July 29, 2007
So we're taking a bathroom break in Primm, NV and the kids see the roller coaster at Buffalo Bills and Joy pipes up how she wants to go on it with Josh. Then Tim mentions that he doesn't like rollercoasters unless he's the one driving.
So joy pipes up, and says "Don't worry daddy, you ride and I'll do the driving".
Gold Five: Weekend Adventures
July 24, 2007
Gold Five: Weekend Adventures
All the exciting stuff happens in the snipped part
All the exciting stuff happens in the snipped part
Another weekend comes to a close in Los Angeles. Friday night I took a nap as I didn't sleep much Thursday night. ...[snip]
After grocery shopping I typed up the uniform regulations for the kids' new school and sent them to my wife. So much for saving on the big Target sale on jeans and khakis this weekend. And I'm pretty sure that our son isn't all that thrilled about having to wear a uniform.
Next up was watching some more Jericho, followed by another nap.
Now it's night, and time to get ready for the work week.
How not to have a good night
July 23, 2007
So,
IF it ain't one damn thing, it's another. The dishwasher works again. I finally gave in and called a repairman. It's been not working since sometime in May. We were (I was) doing ok washing by hand, but it's so much easier to load, wash, unload, repeat (when Josh remembers to unload) the dishwasher. That boy must be told multiple times a day to put dishes away even though it's the chore he asked for ... and I digress.
So, Josh is over at a friend's house having another sleepover. He didn't put dishes away this morning. No bigs, I put dishes away, load the dishwasher and get ready to do pots and pans and the ... GARBAGE DISPOSAL CRAPS OUT! And I only notice this because there is a leak underneath the sink. So I notice the leak, and that it's coming from the line for the disposal. Then I try to run the disposal and all I get is a hummmm. More water is leaking from another pipe. I find a pot that has not had food cooked in it recently and clear everything out from under the sink. I clean up the water, I unplug and re-plug the disposal. Still, to quote Tim, no joy. And no, it is no joy to have a sink filling up with nasty water from the dishwasher, plus the stuff that I wanted to dispose of, and not have a working disposal!!!!
I finally gave up, left the cabinet doors open, with a pot under the sink to catch the water and a few extra towels and called it a night. At least I got all the food put away. Tonight I made meatloaf and lasagna. The loaf came out better.
And yes, I tried repeatedly to reset the disposal. Again, no joy. I'd eat lots and lots of chocolate to ease my frustration, but ... I bought a scale and it says I am *this close* to 180. How did I get to 175+??????? Goal and possibly another blog, to get down 30 lbs to 150, maybe 40 and be the weight I was 6 years ago, 135-140 give or take 5 lbs.
IF it ain't one damn thing, it's another. The dishwasher works again. I finally gave in and called a repairman. It's been not working since sometime in May. We were (I was) doing ok washing by hand, but it's so much easier to load, wash, unload, repeat (when Josh remembers to unload) the dishwasher. That boy must be told multiple times a day to put dishes away even though it's the chore he asked for ... and I digress.
So, Josh is over at a friend's house having another sleepover. He didn't put dishes away this morning. No bigs, I put dishes away, load the dishwasher and get ready to do pots and pans and the ... GARBAGE DISPOSAL CRAPS OUT! And I only notice this because there is a leak underneath the sink. So I notice the leak, and that it's coming from the line for the disposal. Then I try to run the disposal and all I get is a hummmm. More water is leaking from another pipe. I find a pot that has not had food cooked in it recently and clear everything out from under the sink. I clean up the water, I unplug and re-plug the disposal. Still, to quote Tim, no joy. And no, it is no joy to have a sink filling up with nasty water from the dishwasher, plus the stuff that I wanted to dispose of, and not have a working disposal!!!!
I finally gave up, left the cabinet doors open, with a pot under the sink to catch the water and a few extra towels and called it a night. At least I got all the food put away. Tonight I made meatloaf and lasagna. The loaf came out better.
And yes, I tried repeatedly to reset the disposal. Again, no joy. I'd eat lots and lots of chocolate to ease my frustration, but ... I bought a scale and it says I am *this close* to 180. How did I get to 175+??????? Goal and possibly another blog, to get down 30 lbs to 150, maybe 40 and be the weight I was 6 years ago, 135-140 give or take 5 lbs.
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How Californian are you?
July 22, 2007
| You Are 44% California |
 You're fairly Californian. Unless you're really from California, you should be stoked! |
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What Muse are you?
| Your Inner Muse is Melpomene |
 You are most like this muse of tragedy. While you aren't depressed, you don't shy away from sadness. Although you do tend to be gloomy, you have a sensitive side. And this sensitive side helps inspire and help others. |
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solitary
July 19, 2007
Green?
July 15, 2007
4th of July Pictures
July 6, 2007
All of these photos and videos were taken on my Dash. Like a goof, I forgot my regular camera at home. It was one of those days.
Why Parents Drink
July 3, 2007
A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to “Dad”;
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
With the worst premonition he opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter.
Dear Dad:PS. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than a report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home.
It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...Dad she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Dad. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I’m sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren.
Love, Your Son John
Photo Friday: Grey
Coos Bay - Cape Arago Lighthouse
I thought about doing a B&W composition -- then remembered, I live in Oregon! This shot is actually a peaceful one of the fog in the Columbia River Gorge, just past Multnomah Falls.
I guess the coast and Gorge can be beautiful in gray.
[Fwd: Neil Gaiman - AuthorTracker News from HarperCollins]
July 1, 2007
Annette
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