A shout out to Brenton for the latest quiz that I wasn't able to complete.
What are the 10 body parts that are 3 letters long?
put them in the comments and help me out.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Going to school
Here I sit in my hotel room in rainy Ft Lauderdale, FL. The days have gone by pretty quick, classes have been really enjoyable and very thought provoking with lots of good conversation. The evenings have been long and I have stayed pretty busy every evening.
Since I am not on vacation, I will remote into work in a few minutes and catch up on the days events.
Of all the times I have traveled and been away from Wife, I feel this trip most keenly. I miss being able to talk to her about any interesting thing that comes across my mind. I even miss Kat, I haven't been bit by those two little teeth since Friday.
One of the people that dove with me got a picture of me underwater at 74' on the bottom. I will post it when she sends it to me.
Since I am not on vacation, I will remote into work in a few minutes and catch up on the days events.
Of all the times I have traveled and been away from Wife, I feel this trip most keenly. I miss being able to talk to her about any interesting thing that comes across my mind. I even miss Kat, I haven't been bit by those two little teeth since Friday.
One of the people that dove with me got a picture of me underwater at 74' on the bottom. I will post it when she sends it to me.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Mothers Day - May 11!
OK, I am looking for as many suggestions as I can get, readers.
What is the right thing to do for Mother's Day?
Is a card sufficient? Do I get one from me & Kat? Or one each from me and Kat?
Should their be a gift involved (suggestions are appreciated)
Is it enought to get flowers and a card?
Or if you really know Wife, should I get her a card and some compost?
Let me hear what you think, send me suggestions please.
And if it isn't too much trouble, tell me amusing Mommy Day stories that you may have inflicted on your mother/spouse/Mother of your children or have been inflicted upon you. Has anyone gotten a spatula for Mom Day?
And she STILL isn't awake.
What is the right thing to do for Mother's Day?
Is a card sufficient? Do I get one from me & Kat? Or one each from me and Kat?
Should their be a gift involved (suggestions are appreciated)
Is it enought to get flowers and a card?
Or if you really know Wife, should I get her a card and some compost?
Let me hear what you think, send me suggestions please.
And if it isn't too much trouble, tell me amusing Mommy Day stories that you may have inflicted on your mother/spouse/Mother of your children or have been inflicted upon you. Has anyone gotten a spatula for Mom Day?
And she STILL isn't awake.
Tuesday evening
I am enjoying a few minutes of downtime. Kat fell asleep on the way back from WallMutt. She nearly fell asleep in the cart. She was in such a deep sleep that she didn't wake up (I left her in her carseat) even when I carried all the groceries in. She was sleeping so soundly that I locked the car doors, ran inside, nuked leftovers, and snarfed them down while standing and watching her sleeping face through back window of the car from the porch. She was still asleep, so I ran downstairs, got the laundry from the dryer and carried it up to the couch to be folded and then went and put dog food in the dog dish - then dashed to the porch to see if she had come awake yet. Nope, she dozes. I really felt I was pushing my luck as she had been asleep for about 30 minutes at this point, so I quick went to the fridge and got her leftover bluberry/apple/pear baby food on the table with two spoons (one decoy spoon) and made a bottle and put it on the table 'cuz when I wake her, she will be hungry, then dashed to the porch to see if she had woke up YET. NO. So I went and got her out of her car seat and carried her inside. She fell asleep on the way in. I put her in her bed, noticing that it was 630 and thinking that she will be really hungry when she wakes up. Now it is 730 and she hasn't peeped. I have ordered a replacement cord for my sonny camera that I must have thrown away (which is why I haven't posted pictures of my Kat lately), read some funny blogs (sweetenedtaters.blogspot, growinglikeastanfield.blogspot, mamatulip.blogspot) taken some books upstairs, signed the Fed Tax Return (YIPPEE!) for Jill to deposit, looked for the camera/computer cord again (why would I throw it away? I may not be the fastest knife in the drawer, but jeez.., put away a BUNCH of laundry, put dirtys in the dishwasher and that child still has not decided to wake UP!
So do I let a sleeping child lie?
Daycare said that she napped from 1230 to 3pm then drank 5oz of formula then at cheerios at 430.
So do I let a sleeping child lie?
Daycare said that she napped from 1230 to 3pm then drank 5oz of formula then at cheerios at 430.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
already at spitwads
Kat is crawling everywhere and, wow, is she quick! Jill tells me that when she is crawling around, has to explore EVERYTHING. And put it in her mouth if at all possible. It seems that she has pulled down several pieces of paper, torn them up and made spitwads. She doesn't spit them out, yet, but Jill has pulled them out of her one by one. Too bad that one piece of paper was covered with Calculus homework.
Kat also has two lower teeth. She isn't really big on showing them, but she is more than willing to bite the hand that feeds her. Let me tell you that those two little fangs are sharp.
I bought a connector cord so that I could download new pictures of Kat. My bad that it was the wrong cord. She has grown so much since I last posted a picture.
Kat also has two lower teeth. She isn't really big on showing them, but she is more than willing to bite the hand that feeds her. Let me tell you that those two little fangs are sharp.
I bought a connector cord so that I could download new pictures of Kat. My bad that it was the wrong cord. She has grown so much since I last posted a picture.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
feeling of accomplishment!
It isn't much, but I got some things done this evening before blogging.
Got Kat home safe. A good start to a good evening. This was followed with getting her to take a nap. While she napped, I ate. And fed the dog.
When she woke up, she was hungry. So I gave her daily dose of medicine to her in two oz of formula, followed by a container of carrots. I need to remember that carrots stain clothes.
After she let me know she was done eating by grabbing the spoon and throwing it across the dining room, we played for a while in the living room. While playing, there was an unpleasant incident with the dog which resulted in the dog getting tossed outside. I didn't even have to say anything - she went right to the door. It really wasn't fair, Kat caught both ears and pulled. The bark/growl wasn't nearly as ferocious as it could have been. But Maddie knows that once she raises her voice, she goes outside.
Kat and I played for a while after that. I get the feeling that Kat takes after her mother. She is motivated and determined. She doesn't give up easy, no matter what task she has taken on. whether it is climbing me or climbing the piano bench. She will keep on trying.
After Kat played herself out and I got her in bed, I started picking up the house. I started with Kat toys. Moved on to laundry - taking out one load and loading another. Then I put the dishes from the sink to the dishwasher and picked up random pieces of paper that seem to accumulate whenever I bring in the mail.
Oh, and I play the inside/outside game with Maddie. She is convinced that whatever is happening on the other side of the door is more interesting.
When I find my USB to camera cord I will include several posts consisting of Kat pictures. Until then, you will just have to imagine the cutest little girl to capture her father's heart.
Got Kat home safe. A good start to a good evening. This was followed with getting her to take a nap. While she napped, I ate. And fed the dog.
When she woke up, she was hungry. So I gave her daily dose of medicine to her in two oz of formula, followed by a container of carrots. I need to remember that carrots stain clothes.
After she let me know she was done eating by grabbing the spoon and throwing it across the dining room, we played for a while in the living room. While playing, there was an unpleasant incident with the dog which resulted in the dog getting tossed outside. I didn't even have to say anything - she went right to the door. It really wasn't fair, Kat caught both ears and pulled. The bark/growl wasn't nearly as ferocious as it could have been. But Maddie knows that once she raises her voice, she goes outside.
Kat and I played for a while after that. I get the feeling that Kat takes after her mother. She is motivated and determined. She doesn't give up easy, no matter what task she has taken on. whether it is climbing me or climbing the piano bench. She will keep on trying.
After Kat played herself out and I got her in bed, I started picking up the house. I started with Kat toys. Moved on to laundry - taking out one load and loading another. Then I put the dishes from the sink to the dishwasher and picked up random pieces of paper that seem to accumulate whenever I bring in the mail.
Oh, and I play the inside/outside game with Maddie. She is convinced that whatever is happening on the other side of the door is more interesting.
When I find my USB to camera cord I will include several posts consisting of Kat pictures. Until then, you will just have to imagine the cutest little girl to capture her father's heart.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Back in college
Talking to Jill this past weekend, we realized that it has been more than 10 years since we graduated from college. We met in college those so many years ago.
I checked my email tonight and had a message from a guy that lived on my floor one of my years of college, I think it was my junior year when I lived on the third floor of Bartlett Hall at UNI. He copied a group of guys that either lived near me or were my roommates in college. And that started the memories going.
The guy who sent the email is a funny man, with a dry sarcastic sense of humor and he still likes a good pun. In that, he hasn't changed much from UNI. My second most memorable story with Brenton was after a productive evening of drinking on the Hill (all doors lead to the Hill). The most memorable story involves way too much alcohol, a stop sign, and days of stress to follow; but that is for another time (I don't even think Wife has heard that one). Anyway....
After an evening of light drinking (just one pitcher) we went down to Wolter's Mini Mart to get a beef and bean burrito. The ritual, if you want to call it that, was to drink till closing, go to Wolter's and get a burrito and nuke it there. Then we carried them back to the dorms in a coat pocket, put on some obnoxious music and had our snack before calling it a night. On this particular night, I may have been tired or just plain silly, but I stuffed some condiments into my pocket before staggering back up the Hill. Back in Brenton's room, the group who had brought their snacks hung out and ate. Since there wasn't room for everyone to sit, I stood. As usual, there were bad jokes flinging around like barn swallows at dusk, puns flopping like fish in the boat, and, in general, goofyness. Suddenly, Brenton turns down the music to get everyones attention and says, "Hey, does anyone smell MUSTARD?"
We all expected a joke and we waited for the punchline. "I am serious, I smell MUSTARD and it is strong!"
So far, this wasn't a funny joke so we waited.
I happened to look down and noticed that there was a bright yellow streak of.... something coming out from the bottom of my shoe. The bright streak made a line out from my shoe and across the carpet, up the wall and onto Brenton's flag that he had hanging on the wall. I must have been really tired (drunk) because I couldn't figure out what I was seeing.
About then, Brenton noticed me looking from my shoe to the wall. "Kevin," He said, "Did you step on a packet of MUSTARD?" (remember the condiments?)
And there it was. My shoe print. The yellow splat. The sharp aroma. The evidence was irrefutable. I had accidentally dropped a mustard packet out of my coat pocket onto the floor and stepped on it. It must have been the beer, because at the time, this was very funny in a very stupid way.
You had to be there.
Drunk.
I checked my email tonight and had a message from a guy that lived on my floor one of my years of college, I think it was my junior year when I lived on the third floor of Bartlett Hall at UNI. He copied a group of guys that either lived near me or were my roommates in college. And that started the memories going.
The guy who sent the email is a funny man, with a dry sarcastic sense of humor and he still likes a good pun. In that, he hasn't changed much from UNI. My second most memorable story with Brenton was after a productive evening of drinking on the Hill (all doors lead to the Hill). The most memorable story involves way too much alcohol, a stop sign, and days of stress to follow; but that is for another time (I don't even think Wife has heard that one). Anyway....
After an evening of light drinking (just one pitcher) we went down to Wolter's Mini Mart to get a beef and bean burrito. The ritual, if you want to call it that, was to drink till closing, go to Wolter's and get a burrito and nuke it there. Then we carried them back to the dorms in a coat pocket, put on some obnoxious music and had our snack before calling it a night. On this particular night, I may have been tired or just plain silly, but I stuffed some condiments into my pocket before staggering back up the Hill. Back in Brenton's room, the group who had brought their snacks hung out and ate. Since there wasn't room for everyone to sit, I stood. As usual, there were bad jokes flinging around like barn swallows at dusk, puns flopping like fish in the boat, and, in general, goofyness. Suddenly, Brenton turns down the music to get everyones attention and says, "Hey, does anyone smell MUSTARD?"
We all expected a joke and we waited for the punchline. "I am serious, I smell MUSTARD and it is strong!"
So far, this wasn't a funny joke so we waited.
I happened to look down and noticed that there was a bright yellow streak of.... something coming out from the bottom of my shoe. The bright streak made a line out from my shoe and across the carpet, up the wall and onto Brenton's flag that he had hanging on the wall. I must have been really tired (drunk) because I couldn't figure out what I was seeing.
About then, Brenton noticed me looking from my shoe to the wall. "Kevin," He said, "Did you step on a packet of MUSTARD?" (remember the condiments?)
And there it was. My shoe print. The yellow splat. The sharp aroma. The evidence was irrefutable. I had accidentally dropped a mustard packet out of my coat pocket onto the floor and stepped on it. It must have been the beer, because at the time, this was very funny in a very stupid way.
You had to be there.
Drunk.
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