Tony C's blog seems to be morphing into something that I had originally proposed to reader Ka. I'm wondering if there is interest in going in this direction. Which would be to open the blog up and allow anyone to create a blog entry. This format would get rid of the comments and would create a running capture of all our dribble. Part of me likes this idea but another part of me is against it. Right now I am the blog king and my useless dribble is the launching pad for everyone else's useless dribble. I would have to give up my blog king title. Am I ready for that?
Today is bagel day at work. I look forward to me free bagel with more anticipation than should be allowed.
The kid is up!!!
" I'm going to be tired for the rest of my life. So I may as well enjoy my waking hours. " - Mick Orfe (New Father)
Thursday, April 29, 2004
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Now this is what a blog is all about.
Three cheers to my readers.
What does tall smell like. I ask you, what does the sky smell like? Tall perhaps would have no smell, or should I say it would be a smell eliminator so all you would ever smell is pure freshness.
Another point one of my blog readers made that I'm very happy about is that a blog should be "a grammar free zone." I applaud this because I believe that my grammar is horrific and my audience is the grammatical equivalent of the Three Tenors (whatever that means).
I love the web.
It is made for the MTV generation. Is that still me or do you eventually grow out of that definition and have to pass it on to the next generation? I'm writing in my blog and surfing for child safety window virtually simultaneously.
I can't believe I'm now a Dad and that when I think of MTV my first thoughts are "how am I going to protect my daughter from this filth." How times change. I'm pretty sure it is filthier than when I was a kid but maybe I'm just getting old. I guess it doesn't personally offend me and I still do like a lot of the new music that is coming out. Not the pop but the alternative stuff. Although I don't listen to the words as if they had biblical weight as I did in High School.
Three cheers to my readers.
What does tall smell like. I ask you, what does the sky smell like? Tall perhaps would have no smell, or should I say it would be a smell eliminator so all you would ever smell is pure freshness.
Another point one of my blog readers made that I'm very happy about is that a blog should be "a grammar free zone." I applaud this because I believe that my grammar is horrific and my audience is the grammatical equivalent of the Three Tenors (whatever that means).
I love the web.
It is made for the MTV generation. Is that still me or do you eventually grow out of that definition and have to pass it on to the next generation? I'm writing in my blog and surfing for child safety window virtually simultaneously.
I can't believe I'm now a Dad and that when I think of MTV my first thoughts are "how am I going to protect my daughter from this filth." How times change. I'm pretty sure it is filthier than when I was a kid but maybe I'm just getting old. I guess it doesn't personally offend me and I still do like a lot of the new music that is coming out. Not the pop but the alternative stuff. Although I don't listen to the words as if they had biblical weight as I did in High School.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
I'm in blog heaven with "FOUR" that's right "FOUR" comments posted to my latest blog entry. It seems that my fan base has just quadrupled overnight.
I'm here all by myself with the kid. It is my third day of it being just the two of us. She's a great little kid. It seems the day just flies by and I get nothing "personal" accomplished. All of her needs are at intervals that disallow enough time for any meaningful work. Today I was able to get some yard work done while she was napping and she even joined me for an hour and a half after she woke. Tomorrow I'm going to try and record our day on film (really compact flash). I brought home a digital camera from work and I think it would be fun to have a day in the life record to show my wife when she gets back.
In my blogging I have made an effort not to use names. I'm not quite sure why. However I've become accustom to writing this way and since my audience is primarily family and friends (lets be honest it is only family and friends) I wonder if you all find it odd or some how interesting. As if maybe you are reading about someone you don't know?
Tonight the two of us had calzone and salad. When my wife isn't here my eating habit deteriorate slightly. You know I eat right from the salad bowl and push food onto my fork with my fingers. The little one is getting old enough where I think she may start to develop memories of things like this. I hope not. It seems at worst she thinks things like this are funny and that's OK.
Also I have to take time out to give a big shout out to my newest blog "commenter":
What up 3!!!!
Thanks for the kind words and advice on blog direction. Peace.
I can't stop reading the comments that were posted. Someone urinated on my sisters lawn. I don't know what would feel like more of a violation a smashed car window or a patch of dead smelly urine grass. I think I may take the window. I've had my car vandalized before and I kind of felt like "hey, what the, why..." and then I got over it, although paying for the replacement window sucks. But to find someone peeing on your lawn that is like "HEY, COME ON!!!" It reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where for reasons I don't remember George shouts at someone "we live in a society here!!!" I mean what is going on with people. The awful thing is I can't wipe the smile off of my face. It is just so damn funny. Isn't it?
I'm here all by myself with the kid. It is my third day of it being just the two of us. She's a great little kid. It seems the day just flies by and I get nothing "personal" accomplished. All of her needs are at intervals that disallow enough time for any meaningful work. Today I was able to get some yard work done while she was napping and she even joined me for an hour and a half after she woke. Tomorrow I'm going to try and record our day on film (really compact flash). I brought home a digital camera from work and I think it would be fun to have a day in the life record to show my wife when she gets back.
In my blogging I have made an effort not to use names. I'm not quite sure why. However I've become accustom to writing this way and since my audience is primarily family and friends (lets be honest it is only family and friends) I wonder if you all find it odd or some how interesting. As if maybe you are reading about someone you don't know?
Tonight the two of us had calzone and salad. When my wife isn't here my eating habit deteriorate slightly. You know I eat right from the salad bowl and push food onto my fork with my fingers. The little one is getting old enough where I think she may start to develop memories of things like this. I hope not. It seems at worst she thinks things like this are funny and that's OK.
Also I have to take time out to give a big shout out to my newest blog "commenter":
What up 3!!!!
Thanks for the kind words and advice on blog direction. Peace.
I can't stop reading the comments that were posted. Someone urinated on my sisters lawn. I don't know what would feel like more of a violation a smashed car window or a patch of dead smelly urine grass. I think I may take the window. I've had my car vandalized before and I kind of felt like "hey, what the, why..." and then I got over it, although paying for the replacement window sucks. But to find someone peeing on your lawn that is like "HEY, COME ON!!!" It reminds me of a Seinfeld episode where for reasons I don't remember George shouts at someone "we live in a society here!!!" I mean what is going on with people. The awful thing is I can't wipe the smile off of my face. It is just so damn funny. Isn't it?
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Good morning. It seems that if we don't let the little one have the super long nap that she wants then she tends to sleep later. Praise the lord!
Sometimes I think that our big dog might as well be a teenage boy. He pounds around the house always running up the stairs, he crys when he doesn't get enough attention, he eats like every meal is his last. The dog can't do anything quietly. He drives me crazy! Then there are times like now, when he comes in the room and lies down next to me and keeps me company. What a good boy.
I'm starving for breakfast but I don't want to have cereal because I'll use most of the milk that is left and the little one needs her milk in the morning.
My sister is a vegetarian and I often wonder if I could do it. When things like the mad cow scare hit it becomes plainly obvious that the vegetarians are doing something right. Then I think, OK we will only by meat from organic farms. The price of that stuff is through the roof and at some point they are still killing the poor innocent animal. I don't know. For now I've pretty much dumped red meat as an option.
Sometimes I think that our big dog might as well be a teenage boy. He pounds around the house always running up the stairs, he crys when he doesn't get enough attention, he eats like every meal is his last. The dog can't do anything quietly. He drives me crazy! Then there are times like now, when he comes in the room and lies down next to me and keeps me company. What a good boy.
I'm starving for breakfast but I don't want to have cereal because I'll use most of the milk that is left and the little one needs her milk in the morning.
My sister is a vegetarian and I often wonder if I could do it. When things like the mad cow scare hit it becomes plainly obvious that the vegetarians are doing something right. Then I think, OK we will only by meat from organic farms. The price of that stuff is through the roof and at some point they are still killing the poor innocent animal. I don't know. For now I've pretty much dumped red meat as an option.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
I watched a video by William Hung online and it was a riot. He is one of the American Idol rejects. He has no talent for singing or performing but that is exactly what makes him so watchable.
My wife is off to North Carolina on Wednesday evening so I'll be flying solo with the kid until Monday evening. It should be a good time. I've got big ideas for what I want to get done around the house but I'm sure I'll come back to earth soon. I think my number one goal is to cleanup the yard. I may be able to do that with the little one running around getting dirty (helping, as she like to call it). Oh yeah, I'm also going to bring a digital camera home for the weekend all I need is one great shot and maybe I can win a camera from work. I hope so. I feel like a broken record but I think adding photos to my blog will help me take it in "the direction". "The direction" being a direction I have yet to become aware of.
My wife is off to North Carolina on Wednesday evening so I'll be flying solo with the kid until Monday evening. It should be a good time. I've got big ideas for what I want to get done around the house but I'm sure I'll come back to earth soon. I think my number one goal is to cleanup the yard. I may be able to do that with the little one running around getting dirty (helping, as she like to call it). Oh yeah, I'm also going to bring a digital camera home for the weekend all I need is one great shot and maybe I can win a camera from work. I hope so. I feel like a broken record but I think adding photos to my blog will help me take it in "the direction". "The direction" being a direction I have yet to become aware of.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Thursday, April 15, 2004
She has been waking up as early as six!
Too early, not good. It is right at my get ready for the day time. I love her to pieces but some time alone in the morning is a great way to start the day.
Yesterday we went and met our daughter's pre-school teacher. What a disaster. The teacher spent most of her time talking to us and some time giving our daughter a lesson and then observing how she performed. It all started off great until the kid touched something and was told by the teacher that she was not allowed to touch it. Big problem. She was not happy being talked to by some stranger so she broke down. Then the teacher picked her up and brought her to a chair to sit with her and try to reason with her, I guess. But by this time it was too late the kid was into a full blown meltdown. Eventually with her Mom's help she recovered and performed another lesson. However, I don't think we have recovered yet. The problem we now are having to decide is whether this teachers methods match well enough with our daughter and will she be happy in her class. How do you make that call from just one meeting? We have decided to have another go at it and make the call from there. If it still doesn't feel right we will request another teacher.
She's up.
Too early, not good. It is right at my get ready for the day time. I love her to pieces but some time alone in the morning is a great way to start the day.
Yesterday we went and met our daughter's pre-school teacher. What a disaster. The teacher spent most of her time talking to us and some time giving our daughter a lesson and then observing how she performed. It all started off great until the kid touched something and was told by the teacher that she was not allowed to touch it. Big problem. She was not happy being talked to by some stranger so she broke down. Then the teacher picked her up and brought her to a chair to sit with her and try to reason with her, I guess. But by this time it was too late the kid was into a full blown meltdown. Eventually with her Mom's help she recovered and performed another lesson. However, I don't think we have recovered yet. The problem we now are having to decide is whether this teachers methods match well enough with our daughter and will she be happy in her class. How do you make that call from just one meeting? We have decided to have another go at it and make the call from there. If it still doesn't feel right we will request another teacher.
She's up.
Monday, April 12, 2004
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
I didn't mean for my previous blog to sound like it did. In reading it again I realize that it did not put my wife in a positive light. Big oops! I have always found it difficult to correctly express myself with written words. So much can be taken away from what is read that is different than the writer intended. Especially this writer. I think I'm going to remove that entry. I hope no one else read it.
I've been playing basketball about twice a week for maybe the past five months and I love it. However, it has always been hard to balance the basketball playing and my hours at work. Now I've got to start juggling my Fridays so my wife can go to training for her job which starts this fall. I'm so excited for her and am more than willing to do whatever it takes to help make her successful at this job. I believe it will be a great outlet for her and provide much needed time away from home. The downside for me is I think I'm going to have to drop one of my basketball playing days for awhile, that sucks. I'm going to be getting a laptop soon and I hope that makes my life a little easier. Ideally I'd like to put in the standard 40 hours per week and to do it between 7am and 6pm. However with some of these other obligations I need to be more flexible and generally I'd accomplish that by staying late at work. That just doesn't fly with me anymore. I like to be home for dinner and to spend some time with my wife and daughter. I hope that laptop will alleviate these issues.
I've been playing basketball about twice a week for maybe the past five months and I love it. However, it has always been hard to balance the basketball playing and my hours at work. Now I've got to start juggling my Fridays so my wife can go to training for her job which starts this fall. I'm so excited for her and am more than willing to do whatever it takes to help make her successful at this job. I believe it will be a great outlet for her and provide much needed time away from home. The downside for me is I think I'm going to have to drop one of my basketball playing days for awhile, that sucks. I'm going to be getting a laptop soon and I hope that makes my life a little easier. Ideally I'd like to put in the standard 40 hours per week and to do it between 7am and 6pm. However with some of these other obligations I need to be more flexible and generally I'd accomplish that by staying late at work. That just doesn't fly with me anymore. I like to be home for dinner and to spend some time with my wife and daughter. I hope that laptop will alleviate these issues.
Monday, April 05, 2004
Just back from a big over night trip to the coast.
Was it relaxing? Yes and no. We had a great time but traveling with a two and a half year old has its challenges. Also traveling with the dogs is always interesting. They were good boys but I think what gets me most is there noises, especially in the middle of the night. The ears on our lab, when he shakes his head it's like a bass drum solo. The minivan is a great way to travel. What a pleasure the drive was compared to what we are used to.
The coast was definetly a needed break, however, I think my wife and I are still both very stressed out. We both are constantly tired and have back and neck strains. I guess we are still not over the adoption fiasco. I told maybe five people in work what we were going through and I thought I was keeping everything on the "down low" but I've had about 15 people ask "how's your new baby". I don't want to tell the story any more even the extra abbreviated version I've been giving sucks to tell.
Was it relaxing? Yes and no. We had a great time but traveling with a two and a half year old has its challenges. Also traveling with the dogs is always interesting. They were good boys but I think what gets me most is there noises, especially in the middle of the night. The ears on our lab, when he shakes his head it's like a bass drum solo. The minivan is a great way to travel. What a pleasure the drive was compared to what we are used to.
The coast was definetly a needed break, however, I think my wife and I are still both very stressed out. We both are constantly tired and have back and neck strains. I guess we are still not over the adoption fiasco. I told maybe five people in work what we were going through and I thought I was keeping everything on the "down low" but I've had about 15 people ask "how's your new baby". I don't want to tell the story any more even the extra abbreviated version I've been giving sucks to tell.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
I keep getting the same questions and comments over and over from friends and family who I make aware of my blog.
-Why do you do it?
-Who are you hoping reads it?
-I don't get it?
I don't have the answers to these questions. One thing I have found is that this is the longest that I have ever gone keeping a diary, of sorts, so that fact alone keeps me going. I know it is kind of a diary of the mundane and that's OK, at least it is some kind of an outlet for me. It takes me barely anytime and it allows me to focus, I guess it is becoming my morning meditation. I'm not sure who I want to read this thing. Why would I want anyone but close friends and family to know about such personal stuff? I don't know. Also it's really not that personal or deep. I guess that's why I've keep it pretty generic. All I really know is that I enjoy doing this and I've got some crazy notion that at some point this is all going to gel and move in a direction that makes sense to me and can be understood by everyone else. I imagine if I was publishing some sort of a story online or a documentary or something like that there would be no questions. I think that this is why I keep writing, someday something may evolve. Who the hell really knows. But, until then I may just keep recording the mundane aspects of my life.
-Why do you do it?
-Who are you hoping reads it?
-I don't get it?
I don't have the answers to these questions. One thing I have found is that this is the longest that I have ever gone keeping a diary, of sorts, so that fact alone keeps me going. I know it is kind of a diary of the mundane and that's OK, at least it is some kind of an outlet for me. It takes me barely anytime and it allows me to focus, I guess it is becoming my morning meditation. I'm not sure who I want to read this thing. Why would I want anyone but close friends and family to know about such personal stuff? I don't know. Also it's really not that personal or deep. I guess that's why I've keep it pretty generic. All I really know is that I enjoy doing this and I've got some crazy notion that at some point this is all going to gel and move in a direction that makes sense to me and can be understood by everyone else. I imagine if I was publishing some sort of a story online or a documentary or something like that there would be no questions. I think that this is why I keep writing, someday something may evolve. Who the hell really knows. But, until then I may just keep recording the mundane aspects of my life.
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