Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life
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.
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Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Today was Jared's first day of school. To say he was excited would be like saying that the ocean has been known to be somewhat damp. After a slow start waking up, he was nothing if not raring to go. Once he was dressed, he was hanging out at the backdoor, waiting for Auntie Gemma to show up so we could leave.
Lately I've gotten a bee in my bonnet about getting a yacht. Not something outrageous, mind you, just something big enough to take the kids (and maybe a couple of their friends) out for a vacation. I'd like a boat in which we could cruise up to Vancouver, B.C. or down to mexico. My current favorite has two staterooms and two heads, as well as a galley, dining area, and a salon.
They seemed normal enough, this family at Costco. The little girl was probably about six or seven; the parents appeared to be in their early thirties. They didn't look like idiots. At least, they didn't until they got to the coffee aisle.
There we were, Jared and I, at Children's playground in Golden Gate Park at the top of the two thirty-foot (or so) concrete slides. It was Jared's first time, and he's not even three-and-a-half, so he was a little cautious; he wanted me to go down with him. I positioned our piece of cardboard (makes you go faster), sat down on it, and lifted him on to my lap.
Then, as I looked down this suddenly near-vertical hill, I got scared.
We made it to the bottom in one piece and Jared was on his way back up the hill almost before I could get to my feet. He went down once without cardboard, grabbed a piece from the ground at the bottom of the slide, and exclaimed as he ran past me back up the hill, "I need go faster!"
If you hear a burst of profanity coming from my office, you can bet it means I'm working with a Microsoft product. Generally, it's either Word or Windows itself. (Windows XP sucks, by the way.) Lately, however, I've been forced to suffer Outlook.
Me: "What are you doing, Jared?"
Jared: "I'm putting my pants on my head."
Me: "Why are you putting your pants on your head?"
Jared: "To make it longer."
Me: "To make what longer, your pants or your head?"
Jared: "My head."
We have a new rule at our house. We're not allowed to put anything on the roof or bonnet of either vehicle.
We went to visit Craig and Kari today. We had a good time, despite the kids being tired and not having had enough of a nap. We went to Old Navy to get some maternity clothes for Kari and school clothes for Jared. We picked up some dinner at Rubio's and some ice cream from coldstone creamery. That, however, is not what this is about.
Waiting for the water to warm up: "I cold, daddy. My teeth are dancing!"
The last time I took action to try and thwart the comment spammers, I put in a check for a valid e-mail address that returned an error page if it wasn't there. Recently the damn bastards have figured that one out. So I've added another check -- if the body of the comment contains a URL, it generates an error.
Since what this scum wants is to post links to their websites, they generally put a lot of links in the comments. This will hopefully prevent them from getting through (and if they figure out what I've done will remove the impetus for getting around it.) In any case, one hopes for the best.
How do you punish your children if you don't believe in corporal punishment? We don't spank our kids, so what can we do when they misbehave? What punishment can we hang over their heads to prevent misbehaviour in the first place?
This morning, I happened to notice the time as I drove along on my way to work. I glanced at the clock as I passed some of the landmarks and noted the time. All told, it took me 31 minutes to go approximately 23 miles. Almost a third of that was spent getting from my house to the freeway (about a mile). Despite the traffic, that's pretty good time.
We have a pretty tall Monterey Pine tree in our backyard. Don't ask me how tall; I suck at distances. I would say, however, that it's two to three times as tall as our house. The birds seem to like it, as do the squirrels. Nonetheless, tomorrow it comes down.
The company I work for has a company picnic every year. The down side was that it was held in Mountain View (or somewhere way the hell down there). The up side is that it was on a Friday which meant we didn't have to go to the office. Basically, it was a day off except you had to go to the picnic. The company also had it catered with free food and drinks. Not bad, in this day and age.
Friday night, I was upstairs in my office trying to get NFS working on my Kurobox when I got an IM from Rachel. "Want to watch Stargate?"