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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Thursday, September 07, 2006
When Jared gets really tired, he's more likely to do naughty things. Thus, he's more likely to end up sitting on the stairs for a while. Unfortunately, in this situation he gets cranky and unreasonable; it takes him a while to see that it was his own actions that put him on the stairs, not the actions of anyone else.
He generally blames me, however, for causing him to end up on the stairs. So he sits there, pissed off, admonishing me: "You're the Doodle-Dah!"
So, you heard it here first; I am the Doodle-Dah.
I was walking back to my desk after a meeting alongside one of the partners. Making chit-chat, I mentioned that I had to figure out what album to listen to next. He commented that I probably had a lot of different types of music, and I agreed. So when I had a free moment, I typed up a quick list of some of the genres represented in the more than 30GB of MP3 files I have on a little external hard drive and e-mailed it to him. I thought it might make an interesting post (at least, no more boring than any of my other posts), so here it is, along with some representative artists for each of the genres. I've also added links for some of the lesser known artists that you might want to follow up on.
Jared: "My favorite planet is Uranus. What's your favorite planet?"
Me: "Mommy's anus."
Luckily, he didn't hear me.
On August 17, 2002, Jared got his first tooth. (Rachel remembers these things.) Almost four years later, on August 15, 2006, Jared lost his first tooth. It had been wiggly for a while so it wasn't a big surprise that it came out. Jared was at home eating lunch with Rachel and Auntie Marilyn when suddenly he piped up saying "Hey, where's my tooth?"
(Note, you have to sing that title; the next line is "Long time passing")
Between the day job and Blogging Baby, I've been keeping pretty busy. That plus we took a couple of vacations in there -- one to Calistoga with Rachel's whole family and one to Yosemite with some friends. You can read about the latter over at BB -- the Preparations, parts one, two, three, four, five, and some things I learned. After that, it's just been daily life -- work and kids.
Anyways, I've uploaded some stuff I had written before and I promise (threaten?) to update this more regularly.
In case you're wondering what I've been up to (I know, you weren't, but then what the hell are you doing here anyway?), I've got a new gig. I'm now writing for Blogging Baby. Yep, you can now find the other half of my wit over there. It doesn't mean I've given up on this journal, mind you. Writing for Blogging Baby has some advantages, however. First, it pays. Not a huge amount, certainly nowhere near enough to quit my day job, but enough to help out. It also makes quite a few things deductible that wouldn't otherwise be. Most importantly, however, it may help give me credibility towards getting a couple of books published. So, now you get to read my idiotic ramblings in two places!
"Daddy, go cook." -- Jared, commenting on my rhythmic movement skills when I tried to dance with him while barbequeing.
"No kids, only people?" -- Jared, clarifying the rules on who can use the really hot pool.
"but you like my poo-poo!" -- Jared trying to convince me to come see what he's done in the potty.
"You're just stuffing that in there? That is so un-neat!" -- Rachel, commenting on my packing style.
Jared has been pooping in the potty regularly now for two weeks, so today he got to go to the movies with his Nana and his cousin. I went along in case he got scared or needed to go to the bathroom during the movie. We went to see Cars, the latest from John Lasseter and Pixar. If you know anything about animation, you know that first name means it was probably going to be pretty good.
One of the challenges of living in San Francisco is that you never want to leave. If you do, you are bound to miss something. Other places maybe have one or two or ten big events each year; it's easy to plan around them. In San Francisco, there's something great going on every freaking day!
I thought I would take a moment and respond to some of the comments I've received as of late. If you haven't commented, this may be of no interest to you, but then again, I can't imagine that anything here would be of any interest to anyone, so there you go.
"I don't feel so good. My tummy is bubbly. Maybe I need to go to the hospital so's I can get a heartbeat." -- Jared, feeling a little under the weather.
"Can all my friends come home with me?" -- Jared, pondering what to do after the last-day-of-school picnic.