Archive for June, 2007
I’m hungry
Skipped lunch today. I’ve been at the office for nearly 5 hours now… 600 minutes…and my nifty little phone system says I’ve been on the phone for 418 minutes this morning. It’s the end of the month and I haven’t got anything done. Ok, that’s not entirely true. Those were actually some very productive minutes. And that doesn’t count the call I took at 7:30 from the warehouse before breakfast!
My back aches today. I’ve got a freezy pack I’m sitting on which seems to help.
Not sure what the weekend holds. I might try and head to Gainesville to see the Snake Charmer. Kind of wait and see at this point. I can send messages to him through the hospital…I don’t know if they print them, or if someone heads to his room and reads them to him. I’ve been sending him snake jokes…
What’s a snakes favorite subject in school? Hissssss-story
And my favorite…. Which hand do you use to pickup a dangerous snake? Someone elses!
Oh my goodness…it’s finally Friday.
The snake charmer is doing better today. If you heed the doctor’s diagnosis, it sounds and looks worse than it is…he is on a respirator and he can’t move anything. He has communicated a little by nodding his foot up and down for yes and no answers. The respirator should come out tomorrow and they think he’ll go home Sunday. But again, that’s an early report. It just takes time for the venom and anti venom to do it’s thing.
Not a friend of Jack
My otherwise nice Thursday was interrupted by news that my brother lost an arm wrestling challenge with a coral snake. I’ve talked to the hospital and he’s doing ok, kind of awake but completely under the control of the venom. It ain’t good. But he’ll be ok. I’ve taught Lily the little rhyme about the coral snake…
Red on black, he’s a friend to Jack.
Red on yellow, you a dead fellow.
We’ve looked at the picture of a coral snake and I’m confident she won’t be handling a snake without me.
The Tampa Tribune sent a photographer to my house today to take pictures of my backyard. I might have mentioned that our backyard was given a certification as a Natural Habitat. Which only means I have nice areas for animals, birds and critters to feed, hide, breed and otherwise hang out. We walked the yard, took some pictures and almost like I planned it – two baby bunnies scampered across our feet. The bird feeders were full of birds and the squirrels were running around like they’d found a coral snake up and down the trees.
I took Lily around running errands this afternoon. She took a good nap today and got to stay up a little later…until 8pm as a reward.
Tomorrow is Friday!! Woo hoo! I’ll put up an update on the Snake Charmer when I hear more.
One more day…
Hope this Thursday finds you well.
Not a bad morning here – feels a bit cooler thanks to some cooling rains late yesterday afternoon. We didn’t get any…but they were all around. Supposed to rain today thanks to some a large tropical system moving in.
Speaking of large systems, I beat the Babe here again today. I knew I would – I was catching all the green lights on the way here, I got rock-star parking at Starbucks and there was no line.
I’ve got an idea… I’ll bet they could patch any problem on the space shuttle with an old, sticky Rice Krispie. I don’t know why, but the little buggers keep popping up on my clean dishes when they come out of the dishwasher. I think when I’m not looking, Diane is dumping a handful of them into the dishwasher’s rinse cycle.
I complained enough about my shoes yesterday that we went out last night and got me a pair. Then I wore the ones I was complaining about this morning. Why be predictable?
Mid Afternoon round up
Heat warnings in New Jersey. Nice and comfy in central Florida…only 88 degrees with a light breeze.
Just heard on the news they rescued some guy from the fires out west in the Tahoe area. He was trying to escape the blaze by climbing a tree. With his dog. That story is funny on a couple of levels.
This just in…Paris Hilton is still out of jail.
This also just in… I’m not the father of Anna Nicole’s baby.
This also in…Johnson and Johnson stock down $0.50 this afternoon
Aggie Joke
When I was a kid, living in Texas, Aggie jokes were all the rage. As I became an adult I replaced “Aggie” with “a guy from New Jersey” for the lead in my jokes. Anyways…
How many Aggies does it take to get exposed to a biological weapon and not report it?
Guys, watch your wives…
I don’t know…I don’t think my wife would shoot me while I slept.
Smother me with a pillow, maybe (or beat me with a shoe)…but not shoot me.
That’d wake up the baby.
Top Ten Worst Jobs in Science
For more on this story, go to www.popsci.com.
Number 10: Whale-Feces Researcher – They scoop up whale dung, then dig through it for clues Number 9: Forensic Entomologist – Solving murders by studying maggots Number 8: Olympic Drug Tester – When your job is drug testing the world’s top athletes, there’s no way to win Number 7: Gravity Research Subject – They’re strapped down so astronauts can blast off Number 6: Microsoft Security Grunt – Like wearing a big sign that reads “Hack Me” Number 5: Coursework Carcass Preparer – They kill, pickle, and bottle the critters that schoolkids cut up Number 4: Garbologist – Think Indiana Jones— in a Dumpster Number 3: Elephant Vasectomist – When your patient is Earth’s largest land animal, sterilization is a big job Number 2: Oceanographer – Nothing but bad news, day in and day out Number 1: Hazmat Diver – They swim in sewage. Enough said. “The worst was at a factory pig farm,” says Steven M. Barsky, the author of Diving in High-Risk Environments, the industry bible for hazardous-materials divers. “A guy had driven his truck into the waste lagoon and drowned. Not only was it full of urine and liquid pig feces, the farmer had dumped all the needles used to inject the pigs with antibiotics and hormones in there.” Someone had to recover the body, and the task fell to commercial hazmat divers.
Outfitted with fully encapsulating drysuits, these Jacques Cousteaus of the sewers swim into clouds of waste, inside nuclear reactors and through toxic spills on America’s coasts and inland waterways. When the Environmental Protection Agency identifies pollutants, it contracts with a hazmat team to clean things up. That means using giant vacuums to suck up a polluted lakebed, hoisting leaking barrels to the surface, or diving into the heart of an oil spill or into a sewer to fix a clog. It’s dangerous work—one breach in the drysuit, and a whole stew of bacteria and toxins can fill ’er up. Jesse Hutton, of Ballard Salvage and Diving in Seattle, has seen his share of close calls. “I’ve been on jobs where suits have been breached by rough steel or something sharp,” he says, pointing out that divers must keep their shots up to date. The divers are generally well-paid, but hey, so are accountants. “To be an expert,” Barsky says, “you need to be a chemist, a physician, a biologist and 10 other things. Not many people are.”
Wham Wednesday
Forgot my cell phone this morning. Which was actually kind of nice… instead of being on the phone all the way to work, I sang along with the radio. Wham! was on first…Careless Whisper – definitely one of my favorites. Journey, Spin Doctors – it’s like the greatest radio station EVER!
Ok – yes, I forgot my cellphone this morning because I was having a “discussion” about my shoes this morning. It’s a long story. I don’t ask much…but if you are going to declare yourself responsible for dressing me – don’t stop at my feet.
I guess the Babe is back. I beat her here today, but only barely. She waddled in from across the parking lot carrying her regular Kentucky Fried Chicken bag…breakfast of champions no doubt.
We have to work on our “code talking” at home. Lily can figure anything out – whether we spell it or use some other form of encryption – she knows what we are talking about. And if she can’t, she’ll ask…”Are you talking about me again?”
Some of you might know this already…Lily has a thing for her mother’s hair. It’s a drug for her…always has been. (Hair-oin…get it?) We used to be able to put Lily right to sleep simply by letting her twirl Diane’s hair for a minute or two. Yesterday, I was playing the “Yes means No” game…Lily has to answer my questions with “yes” if she means “no” and vice versa. Well, a tough question is always…”Do you like Mommy?” Answering “no” to that takes a lot! Yesterday, when I asked her, instead of answering right away, she was discussing it…”Well, I kind of do like her, but not really her bottom part, really just the top part with her hair”!
One more quick Lily-ism… Lily was in bed last night, but not quite asleep. I think it was about 7:50p or so. She was getting quiet, so it wasn’t going to be long. She’s starting to think of things that break the routine – something we forgot to do, or say to prolong the bedtime. Her problem is that her parents are one step ahead of her – we have her figured out and rarely does she come up with something we haven’t already done, said, brushed or said good-night to! Last night, from upstairs, we heard a new request…”Dadda? Can you bring me a nail clipper?”
What news stories are you reading today?
This should fall into the “Link that means something to someone” category… Click here for Story
I am a Weekend Warrior… Click here for Story
Cool pictures from Saturn… Click here for Story
From the NOT SAFE TO VISIT FLORIDA Files… Click here for Story
Tough Guy Award… Click here for Story
Potato Queen stripped of title… Click here for Story
Darn it…
I was having a rather nice morning. I rocked out to the 80’s on the way here again this morning: A-ha, Police, Bangles, Queen…80 minutes of commercial free music! I hit Starbucks – and they see me coming now. My coffee is ready sooner than I can pay for it. I’m in, I’m out – I barely missed a verse of Bryan Adams.
Then I got to the office. Guess who’s back? It’s the Babe. She’s sitting there not only parked in my spot, but she has her fat self parked up on the sidewalk/walkway. I’ve been slacking off getting to the office lately…8:15…8:20…sometimes 8:40. Today it was 8:40 and now I pay for it. I’ve got to look at that poorly parked piece of garbage with a TV on the dash and the old KFC bags in the passenger seat.
Oh well. Let’s see…what do we have…Tuesday? Nothing in the news. It’s hot here. The pool feels wonderful this time of year. It’s still cool enough to be refreshing, but not so cold that you have to adjust when you jump in. Lily and I played “Last One In is the Rotten Egg” when we got in the pool last night. Now the “rotten egg” has to kiss Weezy’s feet.
Have a nice day!
My apologies…
I’m just going to apologize right now. I’m the guy who had his stereo on a little too loud at that intersection this morning. I got in the car and while I usually have a country station on, apparently Lily and I were rocking out to some 80’s yesterday. And the station was in the middle of 80 minutes of the best of the 80’s. I put that 12 speaker Bose system to the test. Def Leppard, Tom Petty, the Romantics and then, one of my favorites…Men at Work. There’s just something about 80’s music every now and then. Makes me want to head home and dust off my parachute pants and have Diane comb bangs into her hair….oh, wait…nevermind.
It was a hot weekend. No rain since Thursday night so the heat is really building up. I think we hit 92 yesterday. This is just about as hot as it gets here – especially when those afternoon storms aren’t around to cool us off by 3 o’clock. The pool was nice and warm – about 86 degrees. Lily and I swam for 3 or 4 hours yesterday. We even swam with the iguana! Why not? She likes to cool down too!
I smoked ribs and chicken yesterday. Love the ribs! We ate all of them. Froze some of the chicken. Lily was asleep by 7:45p and then someone had the great idea of Rootbeer Floats! MMMM…… I don’t know how I’ve avoided adding a few pounds during this pregnancy, but I have. Rootbeer floats, Skittles, ice cream and Cheetos.
Lily has art class today – her last one. She starts “summer” school in two weeks. Hopefully this will get her adjusted before the official first day of school in August.
A few months ago, my yard was declared a National Wildlife Certified Habitat…or something like that. I don’t know what all it meant, but basically i recognizes our use of native plants, composting, avoiding pesticides and other chemicals, keeping areas available for animals to nest, hide and feed… Anyways, I got a call this weekend from the Tampa Tribune – they want to come out and take pictures! Cool!
Last week of June! Next week is vacation week!
Stats
I just checked out my blog stats. Unbelievable. I’ve got 121 people who read this blog daily in their RSS. I just got done with my busiest 5 days for the year – almost 300 visits (if you go to the blog three times a day from the same computer, it only counts it as one visit.)
There are 5 countries who visit this thing… US, Canada, Australia, Poland and the UK.
There are 11 states… Florida, Georgia, Texas, Nebraska, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Alaska, California, Kansas, Colorado and Ohio.
Don’t ya’ll have anything better to do?
Saturday
Our Saturday is half way over. We’ve made blueberry pancakes (standard operating procedure for Saturday mornings) and went to Lowe’s for their Kid’s Clinic. The Lowe’s clinic can’t hold a candle to the Home Depot clinic but HD’s is once a month. Lowe’s is now twice a month. Today Lily made a wooden frame that holds a card with emergency phone numbers on it.
We hit the grocery store (I love the look and feel of a refrigerator full of groceries). Lily is such a celebrity at Publix. The meat manager is one of her favorites. He must be the hardest working guy in the grocery business- he’s always there, always hustling and always takes a minute out to talk to the little kiddies. We came home for lunch. (PBJ and watermelon) Lily is taking a nap so she should be good to go the rest of the afternoon whatever we decide to do. Mom is resting also and said something about heading into town to Pottery Barn. That means one thing…someone better sell some pineapple this week.
I’ve got some paint touch up to do, and one cabinet to install in the bathroom.
Nice rain shower last night – about an inch of much needed rain. Made for a good lightning show too. I was sure all the booming was going to wake up Lily, but she slept right through it. And it was enough to get the pool level back to where it should be. I hate filling up the pool only to have it rain and fill up on its own.
It’s nice to have the yard work done – today would be a hot one out there!
Thank you…finally…
I have a container of Pineapple Juice…3710 gallons in 70 drums that I bought from Thailand. The product shipped from Thailand…. to the Bahamas…. to Toronto – where I picked it up. We cleared it through customs at the US Canadian border but the FDA wanted to check it. They took a whole drum – about $600 worth – to test it for pesticides. My truck was allowed to continue on to Florida, but we couldn’t use the product until it passed the FDA tests. That was 4 weeks ago.
I finally got the all clear…short my $600 drum, plus I’ve had to pay to store the product for a month, unable to sell it…and I’ve essentially had to finance the whole load because my vendors invoice was due and I have no customer invoice yet.
So the next time you hear that only 1% of the containers coming into the country are being checked – remember me…I’m now officially part of that 1%.
Today’s Link that Means Something To Someone…
To those about to fly….we salute you.
Did you hear about the Continental plane crossing the Atlantic with a busted sewage system? Apparently sewage spilled into the cabin and stunk the place up… Click here for Story
It was also the first time anyone has landed in Newark and was HAPPY to smell the air.
Fox News
Ok, The Munsters are over and I decided to swithc back to Fox News…just in time to watch some yahoo interview one of the people volunteering to search the woods for that missing Mom in Ohio. She was wearing her walking shoes and carrying a big stick. He asked her some basic fluff ball questions (Did you help search yesterday? Did you find anything? What are you finding out there?) Then, he asks the tough question…the question they must teach you to ask in TV news-guy school… “What is the stick for?” Now….we’ve established they are searching in the woods. We’ve discussed her fancy walking shoes. And the next question is about her stick? What do you think it’s for? Pickin’ her teeth?
Is the Babe gone?
I’ve had a solid 8 days in a row (maybe more) of getting my parking spot…uncontested – no matter what time I show up. And I think I’ve noticed that the Babe’s car is gone! No more Babe-a-licious?? Could the parking spot be mine? Did I win the battle? And the War?
Friday morning
Finally! I’ve been telling ya’ll this for years!!! Click here for Story
Anyways… already a muggy start to our weekend. Very humid, low 90’s… I love it!
Lily began the day in stellar fashion. She was in a good mood all morning, she played quietly when she got up this morning, ate a full breakfast. When I left, she was playing Snow White. Unfortunately for her, Snow White spends a lot of time sleeping waiting for the Prince to find her. I always get to be the Prince. I’m either Prince Charming, Prince Eric…sometimes I’m King Triton and Beast. Mommy is always the wicked stepmother or evil queen. She occassionally makes a brief appearance as the Fairy Godmother and sometimes as Mrs. Potts, but mostly she’s a villian…Ursula.
It’s quiet in the office today – Kristen is off for the first time since she started. It’s nice because now I can put my TV on The Munsters and not the news all morning.
Funny
The Lone Ranger and Tonto walked into a bar and sat down to drink a beer.
After a few minutes, a big tall cowboy walked in and said, “Who owns
the big white horse outside?”
The Lone Ranger stood up, hitched his gun belt, and said, “I do,…
Why?”
The cowboy looked at the Lone Ranger and said, “I just thought you
would like to know that your horse is about dead outside!”
The Lone Ranger and Tonto rushed outside, and sure enough, Silver was
ready to die from heat exhaustion.
The Lone Ranger got the horse water, and soon, Silver was starting to
feel a little better.
The Lone Ranger turned to Tonto and said, “Tonto, I want you to run
around Silver and see if you can create enough of a breeze to make
him start to feel better.”
Tonto said, “Sure, Kemosabe,” and took off running circles around
Silver.
Not able to do anything else but wait, the Lone Ranger returned to
the bar to finish his drink.
A few minutes later, another cowboy struts into the bar and asks,
“Who owns that big white horse outside?”
The Lone Ranger stands again, and claims, “I do, what’s wrong with
him this time?”
The cowboy looks him in the eye and says, “Nothing, but you left your
Injun runnin’.”
Blog
I started this little Blog thing more than a year ago. The truth is…I have another blog I keep for “industry” related stuff. My trusty and able assistant scours the internet for stories and keeps my little fruit blog up to date.
I’ve had two calls today that were very interesting… one, from a highly respected supplier of mine who called me because he saw my blog and wanted to know I could source something for him! The second call I got was from Poland! It was a company looking for information on a product and they had Googled that product and my blog came up near the top of the list!
Gotta thank Kristen for keeping that up to date for me.
NOT SAFE TO VISIT!
By the way…the whole state of Florida is made of…and surrounded by…SAND!!! NOT SAFE TO VISIT!!! Click here for Story
Oh…
I’ll say this one time… the number 109 should be read as “one – zero – nine”…not “one- oh – nine”.
‘Oh’ is a letter. Zero is a number.
Sum, sum, summer time…
Summer arrives today at 2:06pm for those in the northern hemisphere. Click here for Story I guess this means a couple of things… Florida is too hot to visit and my air conditioner now works overtime. I don’t know how long an AC unit is supposed to last, but mine is on 10 years with relatively few problems (we had no heat one night in Jan 2005). I’m the Electricity Nazi at our house. Lights, airconditioners, fans, open refrigerators…AARRRGGGHHH! There’s three things sure to start a fight around my house – 1)leaving lights on or messing with the thermostat 2) stem cells and 3) discussing baby boy names.
13515 days old and counting
Wow…15000 days old is just around the corner.
I had a very nice birthday…thank you to the 19 people who remembered. And that’s counting the two Happy Birthday’s I got at the restaurant last night from the two old people who over heard Lily singing Happy Birthday to me. You know you are being loud when old people can over hear you in a restaurant.
I got a wonderful watermelon cake with 3 candles. Why three candles? Because Lily is three, that’s why. And we all know – it’s all about Lily!
The Horoscopes usually have a “If today is your birthday” section. For those born June 20th, it says you are “logical and easy to get along with. You have stone chiseled good looks”. If you’re born June 21st is says you are “a bit whimpy and you look like you always need to shave”.
Anyways, it occurred to me – I don’t really feel old. But I have other things going on that someone would look at and say, “whoa, this dude is pushing 40″. For one, I like a nicely ironed shirt. I don’t know why. And I don’t know why it didn’t matter to me in my 20’s that my shirt looked like a wadded up piece of aluminium foil. I also don’t remember the last time I wore two socks that didn’t match. Yes I do…it was in my 20’s. I did wear two different dress shoes to work one time – but that’s a different story.
You know how you can tell women are getting old? They start hanging towels in the bathroom that you aren’t allowed to use. I have a bathroom filled with soap that we don’t use because it’s in some fancy starfish or seashell shape.
One last one for the day
Lily and I were discussing my birthday. She told me she was going to get me a special cake and some balloons. Great – I said. She suggested napkins so we can wipe off our face. Fine.
Then she said we should get party hats. “Ok”. She asked, “We should get party hats so we don’t get cake in our hair, right Dadda?”
Duh
First of all, I’m not happy with the post office. I use their “subscription” service so that every month, they ship me a roll of stamps. Nice and convenient, and I always have stamps which I never, ever, ever steal from work for personal use.
Anyways, postage rates went up last month and the geniuses at the post office still shipped me a roll of $0.39 stamps. I sent my trusty and very capable assistant to the post office to return the $0.39 stamps and pay the difference to buy a roll of $0.41 stamps. No dice – they wouldn’t accept back an unopened roll of stamps. Fine…I’ll buy a whole bunch of $0.02 stamps.
I fixed the subscription service and promptly received a roll of $0.41 stamps which I’ve been using for the last several weeks. But not alone…I’ve been putting $0.02 stamps AND $0.41 stamps. No reason – just wasn’t paying attention.
Not the smartest thing I’ve done this year.
Happy Birthday to Me!
Well, I’m 37 today. Happy Birthday. I was born at 10:28am at Tallahassee Memorial, now known as Tallahassee Regional Medical Center. I weighed 8lbs 14oz.
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Whew…it’s hot!
Sorry - not much to blog today. The only news stories I’ve seen have been bad ones – firefighters, missing mommies, people visiting Florida… The big local story is about a 15 year old boy who liked hanging out with the guys at the firestation. He’d show up and help them wash the trucks, and clean the firehouse. They apparently even taught him how to start the big fire truck. Well, he learned enough about the truck that he called the station the other day, anonymously and told the guys he was from the company that services their trucks and that he’d be in the area to take a look at something. If they firefighters weren’t going to be there, they could just leave the keys in the ignition. Then he made a fake 911 call that emptied the station long enough for him to jump in the firetruck and take it on a joy ride around Brandon. It’s summer – kids are bored. I guess I know now why my father had me mowing everyone’s yard for $5 all summer. Because I hate to admit it, but I think it’d have been kinda cool to drive a firetruck!
I came home a little early today. Still working on the bathroom, although, I really didn’t do much in there this afternoon. I played in the pool with Lily instead.
I grilled burgers for dinner. French fries and broccoli.
Lily has been bathed from top to bottom and had her hair washed and conditioned. She’s spotless! She played in the sandbox today, and went swimming a couple of times. The bathroom has two or three of her swimsuits drip drying over the tub.
Don’t Like It
Forget any idea of watching your weight around my house these days. The question isn’t “do you want ice cream tonight?”…it’s “how much ice cream do you want tonight?”.
We went for ice cream after Lily’s art class again this afternoon. We go to a place called Marbel Slab which I hate. Not as much as I hate Carvel (note: NO CARVEL CAKE FOR MY BIRTHDAY!). But I digress….
Marbel Slab has great icecream – althought I suggest not mixing gummy bears with chocolate icecream…yuck. And the gummy bears turn into frozen pieces of colored tar. Impossible to chew and they ruin the whole experience. Anyways, I digress again…
I don’t like the Marbel Slab’s size breakdown for their cups of ice cream. In a knock-off of Starbucks, (which prefers you call their sizes Tall, Grande and Venti), MS calls them “Like It”, “Love It” and “Gotta Have It”. Sorry – you just sound stupid ordering a “Like It with white chocolate chips and Oreos”.
If your dog could talk
This made me think…if my dog could talk, what would the first question I’d ask be?
I think I’d ask Weezy why she rolls in things that smell.
I’d ask Skeeter why she prefers the water in the toilet to the bowl of fresh water from the tap.
Recall
Looks like there are 23 Thomas the Train pieces that are being recalled. I’m pretty sure we don’t have any of them…maybe the stop sign and the RR sign, but only Weezy chews on those, so no big deal!
Monday, June 18, 2007
Let’s see…what should we talk about today?
I was convinced we needed blueberry pancakes again this morning. Now, I don’t want to say Lily has me wrapped around her finger…but…ok, she does. She was good this morning. She got to go to Starbucks with me and to the office while Mom had a Dr. appt. She looks like the little girl in the Coppertone Tanning ads – bleach blond hair, tan lines.
Department of Labor released some statistics on the increasing cost of our groceries. Number one on the list, up 28.5% since May 2006 is Orange Juice. Kind of funny that the number two item for biggest DECREASE in cost since May 2006 is chocolate chip cookies.
It’s amazing the number of houses for sale in my neighborhood. Dozens and dozens of houses. It’s almost sad seeing all the FOR SALE signs as you drive out of the neighborhood each day. Sad because you never know who is going to move in! Will they be mean? Will they have a bad dog? Will they be from New Jersey? Will they be mean people from New Jersey with a bad dog?
Poor Lily
Well, Lily’s friend Ms. Sarah couldn’t make it today. She got hung up at work so we had to explain to Lily that she wasn’t coming. Instead, we went to Toys R Us and then to the shoe store.
It’s hot today – 90 degrees…we are heading into the pool which is a nice, cool 82!
Happy Saturday!
We were all up a little earlier than normal today – around 6:30 – thanks to Lily. She slept good last night, just got up early. So we made blueberry pancakes and we were done with breakfast before 8am.
We went to the grocery store for the week and now it’s only 10am and we are done with a lot of our chores.
I’ve cleaned the kitchen and now Lily and I are going to run the vacuum cleaner. Ms. Sarah comes over at 12:30 to watch Lily for awhile. Diane and I are going to do some shopping. Lily has been counting down the hours to Ms. Sarah’s arrival since last night. Her favorite part of the day yesterday was “talking about Ms. Sarah coming to play”.
You can always tell it’s Saturday around here. The house smells of pancakes and Diane is sitting in her chair guarding the TV remote making sure no one changes the TV off of HGTV. I swear, I’m one episode of “Landscaper’s Challenge” or “Flip This House” from going off the deep end!
Friday!
Well, here we find ourselves in the middle of June on a hot Friday afternoon. What to do, what to do, what to do?
If you have AOL’s instant messenger, my screen name is floridafrt .
I’ve got some projects to finish up at home this weekend. I’ve worked on the laundry room the last two nights, so I’m kind of hoping to get that one polished off. I have some work to do on one of the new cabinets I hung. And a little paint touchup. Other than that, we have an almost entirely new laundry room! It looks great – new washer and dry and cabinets up on the wall. New coat of paint, new baseboards! Almost makes you want to jump in there and wash some clothes. Well, almost.
It was an easy week at work this week. Nice having two people in the office now.
Oh, I think I’m going to try a lawn service for the summer. It’ll be nice to not have to spent 5 hours of my weekend in the yard when it’s better off spent getting a few things done inside. And, honestly, as cheap as this guy is – I should have done this years ago. He’s doing my whole yard for less than half of what I would have paid! Sucker!
Oh Lily…
Little Miss Smarty Pants told me last night that her favorite part of her day was telling me what her favorite part of the day was.
Father’s Day is just around the corner…
Life With Father: What Kids Get From Time With Dad
Amid Father’s Day celebrations this week, many young dads will be harboring a little secret guilt: They feel they should be more like moms — traditional ones, that is, who spend a lot of time at home. My email bears evidence: One father, a salesman, writes that he feels guilty for not taking paternity leave but he fears damaging his career. Another says he’s “scared about long-term effects” of his heavy business travel on his two small children.If a dad can’t be Mr. Mom, what can he be? A growing body of research offers new insight. Fathers can have a distinct impact on children beyond that of mothers, and in many cases without regard to the fact that they often spend less time with their kids, researchers say. Specifically, dads’ early play and the way they talk to their toddlers are emerging as special “father functions” that have a particular and lasting effect.The findings aren’t just about a parent’s gender per se. Mothers and fathers stimulate children through the same psychological processes, researchers say. But mothers can only do so much; fathers have an additional impact, over and above that of mothers. Also, men have a tendency to behave differently with children. After defining good parenting for decades as what warm, nurturing mothers typically do, researchers now are also beginning to see how behaviors characteristic of fathers can shape children too.Fathers tend to engage kids in more rough-and-tumble play, for example. Researchers say this can have a powerful positive impact on children, fostering curiosity and teaching them to regulate emotion and enjoy surprises. Thom Singer, Austin, Texas, says, “I’m much more physical in a playful way” with his two children, 10 and 5. “I’ll wrestle, I’ll tickle them, and when it’s time for bed they get on the Piggyback Express.”
A 2004 study by Catherine Tamis-LeMonda at New York University and others found a link between fathers’ warm, stimulating play with their 2-year-olds and better language and cognitive skills in the children a year later, independent of mothers’ behavior. The effect endures into adolescence. Dads who play with toddlers in stimulating and encouraging ways tend to have children with healthier relationships at age 16, surpassing mothers’ effect, says a 2002 study in the journal Social Development.As children grow older, focusing playfully on activities your child loves and needs is a path to high-impact fathering, says Roland Warren, president of the National Fatherhood Initiative, a Gaithersburg, Md., nonprofit advocacy group.Washington, D.C., executive Jay Young makes the most of time with his son Jared, 7, an avid sports fan, by targeting activities the child loves. To fuel his interest in math, Mr. Young sometimes calls Jared during the day to play math games, asking such questions as, “If LeBron James plays two games and scores 20 points in each, how many total points did he score?” He believes “kids pick up cues from their fathers” — and so far, Jared loves math.Fathers also tend to shape language development. Fathers typically don’t “talk down to their children as much as mothers,” using larger words, says Kyle Pruett, an author and clinical professor of psychiatry at Yale University.A study last year at the University of North Carolina found a link between fathers who used varied vocabulary with their 2-year-olds, and more advanced speech at age 3, even though the fathers spoke less often to the children. Mothers’ vocabulary didn’t have a significant impact, perhaps because there weren’t enough differences in the high verbal skills of mothers in this middle-class sample, researchers found. It was talkative dads who gave the kids an edge.Dads also tend to handle misbehavior differently, stressing real-world consequences. Where moms might say, “If you misbehave you’re in trouble with me,” dads more typically say, “Knock it off…nobody will like you, you’ll never get a job” if you behave that way, Dr. Pruett says. Such fathering may reduce teen delinquency. In a 2006 study led by Jacinta Bronte-Tinkew of Child Trends in Washington, D.C., close, supportive fathering was linked to less teen risk-taking and delinquency.
Today’s Link that Means Something To Someone…
I don’t know what this means but it means something…
Stupid news story of the day…
Oklahoma inmate to be executed despite the fact he is terminally ill with cancer and has only 6 months to live.
So let me get this straight… the State has been paying for his radiation and chemotheraphy treatments to cure his cancer only to execute him anyways?
Tuesday
It’s Tuesday. I’ve got a lot going on at work thanks to a screwed up warehouse. Long story. Let’s just say this warehouse is better off forgeting about computerizing and should stick with the ol’ spiral notebook to keep track of things. The only other thing that comes to mind is the old saying that at work “people rise to their highest level of incompetence”.
I had a nice lunch with Diane and Lily today out in town. I had a great club sandwich and a GIANT sweet tea with that good, crushed ice that you can only get out to eat. Lily is such a character now. She’s going on and on about us putting together a band and she keeps coming up with songs we should sing together. I guess Diane isn’t going to be in the band because Lily told me last night we could “sell Mommy a ticket so she can come to our concert”.
Here are some good news stories for your amusement.
Is it over already?
Just finished four full days off…wow. Kinda nice, actually.
Here’s a question… are you considered unemployed if you still get a paycheck?
OK, that’s enough…
Worked my butt off in the yard yesterday. I think I only got 30 minutes of pool time. I think I’m going to look into a lawn service for the summer. We’ve got some interior projects to get going on and I need my weekends!
Lily’s favorite part of her day yesterday was catching the snake. She asked if we could go find him again this morning.
I got my parking space this morning. In fact, I pulled in just ahead of the Babe so she got to watch me unload my car and come in while she hoofed it from across the lot in her 5 inch sparkling white heels.
Lily has art class today at 1:30…other than that, not too much else going on!
Sneaky snake
Going on 4pm now. Lily and I have been putting Round Up around the yard, tending to the smoker and chasing a snake in my garage. We finally caught him – nice 3 footer! Lily loved him. In fact, at one point she said they were best friends. I asked her how long they had been best friends and she said “twenty minutes”. (Diane took pictures. My grandmother scolds me when I let Lily do that kind of thing so nobody tell her Lily is playing with snakes again.)
We cooled off in the pool and got out as a storm is brewing to the northeast and is moving this way. Sure would be nice to get a soakin’ on that freshly cut yard. The ribs still have an hour and a half so I’m not sure how this is going to play out with the rain.

