Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes. Sinasohn.Net
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Sunday, March 27, 2005 Rachel and I were discussing the theme for Jared's upcoming birthday party (he's turning three, for those who've lost track). It seems his plates and napkins must be adorned with consistant imagery, preferrably that of some well-known, highly marketed, animated character owned by the Disney company. Rachel suggested we ask him what he wants. So I turned to him asked, "at your birthday party, what do you want on your plates?" Came the reply: "Food."
I hate hypocrisy. You can't have it both ways. Yet, that is exactly what the Catholic Church wants.
Yesterday, a woman eating at a Wendy's restaurant in San Jose, California discovered a human finger in her chili. Some would leave such a distasteful event alone, thinking it best not to touch the subject. Not so I! So, without further ado, some tasteless (or tasty?) commentary:
Jared really likes playing with his Fisher-Price Little People. He has the original ones, not the new "chunky" ones. His favorites are the "mom" characters. He has four of them wearing a blue dress and one in red. He'll have them all together in the little school bus, or the Land Rover, or the airplane, but it's always those ones. He doesn't seem to care much about the others. I'm not sure what he's thinking, but I know what would be on my mind if I were in his place.
Nearly ten years ago, my mother died. She said "I think I just had a stroke" and keeled over. In actuality, she had a massive ruptured aneurysm in her brain stem.
It seems to me that some people are so busy talking that oxygen can't get past the hot air flowing out of their mouths and their brains start to deteriorate from oxygen deprivation. I think a lot of people would be a lot better off if they would just shut up for a while and listen to what others have to say.
Rachel and I have a new goal. This one will be reached next year, but we need to get started now in order to reach it. That goal is, simply, to buy a second home.
There has been a lot of discussion, lately, on the topic of marriage. There's been a lot of nonsense spouted as well.
Dugh has already stated that he's not up for much in March, and Jason has been too busy of late to participate, so this month, we're taking it easy. We're also taking it seriously. Here's the challenge: Backup every computer, handheld, phone, or other device that has any information whatsoever on it. Make a complete backup, such that if necessary, you could simply replace the hardware and be back where you were before the problem. Then, document what you did.
The grocery store where we do our shopping offers a childcare service for parents while they are in the store. Jared visited once when his older cousin was with him, but has been scared to do it on his own. Today, however, after standing outside for fifteen minutes while I pointed out all the goings-on happening inside, he agreed to go in. He was mostly interested in coloring, but I think the Legos were tempting too. So I took him in (as Rachel was getting in the checkout line) and he ran off to color. I then went back outside to watch through the window. He sat and colored, carefully taking the caps off the pens and then putting them back on just as carefully when he was done with them. After coloring, he headed for the Legos, then the play kitchen. He looked around for me a couple of times, didn't see me (I was sort of behind a display rack), and went back to his play, unconcerned. That's a big step. When it came time to leave, he even got a sticker. I think he'll be going back, which is good for him, good for me, and, of course, good for Mollie.
Lately, Jared has been punctuating his negative statements with "either. hmmph.", as in "Not go bed, either. Hmmph." I'm not sure where he picked that up, and I can't say I condone his dissention, but it is dang cute.
Sara got her first tooth today. She's eight and a half months old; by this time, Jared had nearly a full mouth. Rachel called me to tell me, so, of course, I announced it at the March ABACUS meeting, which was in progress at the time.
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