Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday night was another memorable evening at the Astros game. Last week one of my fellow managers sent me an invitation for myself and a guest to attend the Saturday evening game in the company suite. I have been to the company suite a number of times, but this trip had an added "bonus". As the follow-up email explained, the Chairman and CEO of the Company had taken two of the tickets and there was a good chance he would be at the game. Just as a general rule, I don't go out of my way to interact or rub elbows with Executive Management. At some point it may limit upside, but it also limits downside (as in committing a career limiting move, and there are those who have had their career limited or even extinguished). I must admit, I did reassess my invitation to Jacob to be my guest for the evening.
As it turned out it was just another pleasant evening at the ball game (even with the CEO in attendance), except for the fact that we came home without the coveted ball game T-shirt souvenir. I'm sure you've all seen them launch t-shirts with a super sling shot at one ball game or another, and this night was no different, except for the fact that they actually launched one our way. In fact the launcher's aim was so good it even hit Jacob right in the chest. Unfortunately since we were standing in the front of the suite, it bounced right off Jacob's chest, over the rail and fell to the girl in the level below. Yes you can throw Jacob a football or a basketball and there is a pretty good chance he will catch it, but apparently the same can not be said for a t-shirt. Jacob's explanation was that it was flying a lot faster than he expected. Since they launched it from the top of the dugout up to the second level, he might have a point, but I'm pretty sure we will never let him forget the fact that he couldn't catch a t-shirt that hit him right in the chest.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
A victory helps the curb the pain
We look forward to seeing Makenzie back out on the soccer field next week. She was ready to play Saturday, but the soccer fields were closed due to all of the rain this week.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Normally, we don't have cheerleaders on our sidelines, but since the other team's group was so large, half of their cheerleaders were on our sidelines. For some reason one of their dads kept standing amongst our players and coaches (my coaching task for the day was to track our offensive play calls). He didn't know who I was, but during on of Jacob's runs he commented, "that kid is amazing." My reply, "yes he is, (pause) I think he gets it from his mother." (As a side note, the father must hang out with Brittney's friends, because in their group everything is "amazing".)
Makenzie was placed on Injured Reserve (IR) for her soccer game today. It is likely she will be out a couple more weeks. Her lower leg and ankle were x-ray'd last night, but the initial interpretation is that they are negative for any chip or hairline fracture. It gives me great confidence, when the PA asks you, "so do you think we should get an X-ray." I wanted to reply, "obviously I think there is an issue if I brought her in, but since you're the trained (and paid) medical professional, maybe you should provide the recommendation." Makenzie's ankle is sprained (possibly this didn't occur at the same time as the initial injury/bruising), and since there is quite a bit of soft tissue damage, we'll follow-up with another more highly trained (and higher paid) medical professional early next week.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I am happy to report that the first few hours have passed without incident, but I am sure that surprises await me as I learn about all of the things that Marti takes care of and manages without us/me even realizing it. (Even as I'm writing this blog there has been a request that I'm sure Marti would normally take care of, "Dad, can I have $16 for tomorrow...")
The big question for the weekend is, who should I be most concerned about this weekend, bicycle boy or slumber party Marti? The second big question of the weekend is what should the rest of us do at home? A few ideas I have brainstormed:
- Shop for my new vehicle
- Buy another remote controlled helicopter
- Vacuum and leave outlandish patterns in the carpet
- Make spaetzle in the kitchen
- Open the package that just arrived to Marti from Nordstrom's and see what she ordered (Brittney just informed me that it is her homecoming dress, and "oh, we had to buy the more expensive one").
- Order my birthday present
- Enroll all of the kids in Piano lessons, since sports seem to be inflicting too many bumps and bruises
- BBQ the good steaks
If you have any other ideas or suggestions, please submit them for consideration.
Actually the one thing I will really be doing this weekend is anxiously waiting for Marti to get back home. I love you Marti!!!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Ring (actually ring song).
Yea dad, my roommate and his brother are thinking about going to a ZZ Top concert... in Las Vegas, and I was just wondering what you might think about me going?
How are you going to get there and what do you think it is going to cost?
I was thinking I would drive (background conversation... ticket, hotel, food) and it would probably cost $150.
Are there any concerts closer that you can go to?
I don't know.
Is the $150 in your budget?
Well I was thinking it might be kind of a gift.
Oh, so what about the laptop, having the truck for the summer, not having to work during the summer while I pay for tuition, room and board?
Well if you want to say no, that's OK.
OK, No. How's the truck running anyway...............
Post Phone Call Conversation
What did he want?
He was wondering if he could go to Las Vegas for a ZZ top concert.
I don't think so!!!!!
Yea, that's what I told him.
Friday, July 10, 2009
As tempting as it was to try and harass, intimidate, or just outright scare the living daylights out of the young man (otherwise known as the current Brittney Fan Club President (BFCP)), I resisted. For those who may have read my earlier post about the "obstacle course," it was tempting to stake Peach (our big yellow lab) out front and have Jacob hide in the bushes and jump out of the bushes and whack the current BFCP with a plastic bat a couple of times before running off. It would have been good blog material. Maybe next time.
But Brittney, you should know that even though it might be fun to tease you, I resisted embarrassing you because I Love You and want all of the best things of this life and eternity for you. (And please remember the things I told you during our pre-date talk/lecture: no sitting in parked cars, post pubescent boys are evil (loose interpretation of Mosiah 3:19 and 16:3), no back rubs, be home early, you're only 16, etc.) Have fun and be home by 8:30 pm.
P.S. For any current or future BFCP's who might stumble upon or be directed to this blog, one final statement: Yes, I am proficient with my .357 magnum.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
I saw this one a couple of days ago on the freeway.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
- Cujo, the hungry rottweiler staked out in the front yard
- Shotgun pellets falling from the sky
- One to three males swinging baseball bats at your kneecaps
- Hot Rod, the drug sniffing dog (trained to signal he has a scent by biting the crotch area)
If you have enough skill and perseverance to actually make it to the front door, ring the door bell and request an interview. Here is a sampling of the questions you might expect:
- Is your GPA 4.0 or better?
- Do you have a job now and what are your career plans?
- Do you have a car?
- Have you gone through puberty?
- Do you know how a male cow becomes a steer?
- Spell and define castration?
- What do you think of my dull, rusty knife?
- Do you have ED?
Actually the questions don't matter, because there is absolutely no way you're ever going to pass the interview anyway. Good luck on your way back to the curb.It seems unrelated, but recently I have had this strange urge to clean my guns and go to the shooting range.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Mom, thanks for bringing me into the world, providing me the guidance I needed in my life and for being my "Mom". I remember on my mission other Elders would refer to some of the senior missionaries or older members as "mom" (or dad). I could never do that, because I only have one "Mom" (and Dad) and that title is special to me.
Thank you Betty for bringing Marti into the world so that I can share this life (and eternity) with her!
And happy Mother's Day Marti! I am a better person because of you, and you are the reason our children have such a bright future!
This just seemed like yesterday.Thank you for marrying me!!! You are indeed the one for me!
I love you lots and lots,
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
For those who may not know KISD = Katy Independent School District. In Texas we don't have personal income tax, but we have the opportunity to make up for that with property taxes. On top of that add fees, lunches, booster club fees, admission fees, pictures, annuals, etc., and it all adds up.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Smilin' Matt....That's what teachers call him
Congratulating the other team
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Anyway to answer the riddle, it takes at least three trips. The first trip is to Home Depot to purchase the only replacement thermocouple they carry. After disassembling the burner section, you realize the initial thermocouple you purchased appears to be too long. Trip two is to Lowe's to purchase what appears to be the correct length part and also the only thermocouple they carry. Returning home you then realize that the two thermocouples you have purchased are right hand threaded where they screw into the controller. This is a problem since the original part is left hand threaded i.e. not righty tighty, lefty lucy. This requires a third trip to the hardware store to find out that, no they don't carry left-hand threaded thermocouples and the sales guy didn’t even know left handed threaded thermocouples exist. He did inform me that the length of your thermocouple really doesn’t matter, unless it’s too short (or screws in the wrong way).
By now it’s 8:00 Saturday night, so you put the old thermocouple back in. Previously the water heater would light, even if it went out after a day or two. But now that you’ve disassembled the thing and put it back together, it no longer even lights. So what do you do at this point? Call the 24 hour plumber, but no he doesn’t carry or have any left hand threaded thermocouples. However, he does happen to know from an experience earlier that day, that the particular brand you have is the only brand requiring a left-handed thermocouple. To get a replacement you have to call and have the factory ship a replacement part. Since it is the week-end it will be Tuesday before the part can be delivered to your home.
So after three trips to the home improvement store, two phone calls and few days of waiting, you too can have hot water restored in your home.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
A few weeks later one of Marti's friends and fellow girls camp counselors was over at the house. Marti shared the "dirty shopping" story with her while I was nearby. Her response, "I can't believe you did that." My respone, "hey, I figured it was a win/win situation." (If she did the shopping great, but if not the harrassment was still well worth it.)
During this same visit, Marti's friend shared that her and her brother were teenagers before they realized why their dad was always smiling and whistling while he made waffles on Saturday morning. Since then I have repeatedly put a waffle maker on my birthday/Christmas/anniversary list. Matthew and particularly Brittney do not find this request nearly as amusing as I do.
If our children need therapy someday, now you know why. Of course there is the point that after what our children say at the dinner table, maybe I'm the one who needs therapy.
(P.S. No pictures will be included with this blog posting.)
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Be Prepared, or just use some aluminum cans out of the recycle bin to boil water if you forget your pots. Matthew and I just ate or attempted to eat some "old" MRE's. I don't suggest the Tuna Noodle Casserole if it's been in storage for a really long time.
Chill'n by the fire. It's December 26, but notice the shorts and T-shirts. Good thing I remembered the bug repellent.
Sitting on one of the fallen trees in the forest. This is just one of the many trees that were blown down in the recent hurricanes. I wonder if anyone heard it fall?