The other day (yesterday) I went to Kansasdad's house and he said "hey did abby see all the chickens that hatched yet?"
I said no.
So we went to the chicken house with abby and I opened the door held her close to them and they kinda stepped back like "um... she's not a chicken, she doesn't go here." So she couldn't reach them... well I couldn't be having any of that.
So I handed her to kansasdad and grabbed a rhode island red and held it up to her and she grabbed it's head and said "DADADADAD!"
At this point I'm not sure who was more confused - Abby, me, or the chicken.
It was awesome.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Thinking
It seems that my deep thoughts have been lacking of late. Like non-existent lacking. It seems I just either don't have the time, and if I did, I don't have the motivation.
The institute for children's literature thingy is going great. I have three submissions so far, and I actually like what I have written. The first was about two kids at a bus stop that were being followed by an unknown group of people that had malicious intentions. It was kinda wild because I set the story in a way where I kinda got wrapped up in it so much that I didn't know where it was going to end and I hit a point where I was like "AHHH!!! WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT??" and I remembered that I was the one writing it and I could decide.... yeah, whoa.
The next was about a kid and his older brother that were headed for a space station because for whatever reason the earth was being destroyed. I really didn't go in to the reason but dove pretty deep into the thoughts, memories, and feelings that were experienced by the kid that was leaving everything he knew, never to come back, and start a new life somewhere else. That was a neat one.
It's wild to me that students are given around four weeks.
It takes me around an hour for a 1000 word submission. I just take the rest of the time to pick it apart. Take out what I don't like and improve on the working on the stuff that I do.So I guess I could take less time but I'm utilizing the time given.
SO that's where all the stories are going....
now as for the pictures of Abby.... those are coming yet, I just got to get them off of my camera.
The institute for children's literature thingy is going great. I have three submissions so far, and I actually like what I have written. The first was about two kids at a bus stop that were being followed by an unknown group of people that had malicious intentions. It was kinda wild because I set the story in a way where I kinda got wrapped up in it so much that I didn't know where it was going to end and I hit a point where I was like "AHHH!!! WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT??" and I remembered that I was the one writing it and I could decide.... yeah, whoa.
The next was about a kid and his older brother that were headed for a space station because for whatever reason the earth was being destroyed. I really didn't go in to the reason but dove pretty deep into the thoughts, memories, and feelings that were experienced by the kid that was leaving everything he knew, never to come back, and start a new life somewhere else. That was a neat one.
It's wild to me that students are given around four weeks.
It takes me around an hour for a 1000 word submission. I just take the rest of the time to pick it apart. Take out what I don't like and improve on the working on the stuff that I do.So I guess I could take less time but I'm utilizing the time given.
SO that's where all the stories are going....
now as for the pictures of Abby.... those are coming yet, I just got to get them off of my camera.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
She's walking!!
Kinda.
No pictures yet but those will come later.. promise.
I wish there was more to catch up on but really there's not.
Life has slowed way down lately. Work was absolutely nuts for a while, but it's since slowed down. It's nice to get home before dark again. Keeping in mind I do live in Kansas.
Even so, I do find myself driving and seeing a... whatever and think "that's hilarious, I should write about that... but I never do because by the time I get home I totally forget about what I was going to write about. Like today I saw at least 3 road kill armadillos and I remember thinking something that I know made me smile but now I totally forget what it was.
It's not like I can blame it on age but I would like to blame it on something besides my horrible memory.
Anyway she is walking and life is an everchanging good.
No pictures yet but those will come later.. promise.
I wish there was more to catch up on but really there's not.
Life has slowed way down lately. Work was absolutely nuts for a while, but it's since slowed down. It's nice to get home before dark again. Keeping in mind I do live in Kansas.
Even so, I do find myself driving and seeing a... whatever and think "that's hilarious, I should write about that... but I never do because by the time I get home I totally forget about what I was going to write about. Like today I saw at least 3 road kill armadillos and I remember thinking something that I know made me smile but now I totally forget what it was.
It's not like I can blame it on age but I would like to blame it on something besides my horrible memory.
Anyway she is walking and life is an everchanging good.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Much Ado About Something
I don't have a ton of time so I'll elaborate more on this as time allows so for now..
Speed Catch-up.
Abby is pulling herself up on stuff so nothing knee high is sacred anymore..... Including half full Dr Pepper Cans. (She seems to have developed a taste for that now)
Had to install child locks on all the drawers because she knows EXACTLY which ones she's not supposed to get into.
Puppies are once again free range puppies as chicken dinners are hopefully out of puppy heads. That and it's getting hot enough that during the day they just want to find a shady place and lay in it.... all day long... lazy dogs.
Sold the highpower rifle to buy a cannon of a handgun for snakes. A TAD on the overkill side but hey, that's kinda the point.
Saw the biggest rattlesnake that I have EVER seen crossing and didn't have my gun so I I tried skidding it under the tires but that didn't work cause of the stupid antilock brakes..... stupid brakes. Counted 13 rattles. I carry my gun EVERYWHERE outside now.
let's see... what else?
Joel and Livi and Mom came to visit and Joel shot the hand cannon and I think he liked it. :)
Livi wussied out.
Almost can't blame her, being that the foot pounds of kick were about as much as she weighed. Still, it would of be fun to watch.
Besides that life is kinda hetic with hardly any time to keep friends and family updated so be patient with me in keeping you all informed.
So Hi and Bye.
I'll write soon with details on UNEXAGGERATED (of course) goings on. Not like it's all exciting but that's all a matter of how one would write it.
:)
Speed Catch-up.
Abby is pulling herself up on stuff so nothing knee high is sacred anymore..... Including half full Dr Pepper Cans. (She seems to have developed a taste for that now)
Had to install child locks on all the drawers because she knows EXACTLY which ones she's not supposed to get into.
Puppies are once again free range puppies as chicken dinners are hopefully out of puppy heads. That and it's getting hot enough that during the day they just want to find a shady place and lay in it.... all day long... lazy dogs.
Sold the highpower rifle to buy a cannon of a handgun for snakes. A TAD on the overkill side but hey, that's kinda the point.
Saw the biggest rattlesnake that I have EVER seen crossing and didn't have my gun so I I tried skidding it under the tires but that didn't work cause of the stupid antilock brakes..... stupid brakes. Counted 13 rattles. I carry my gun EVERYWHERE outside now.
let's see... what else?
Joel and Livi and Mom came to visit and Joel shot the hand cannon and I think he liked it. :)
Livi wussied out.
Almost can't blame her, being that the foot pounds of kick were about as much as she weighed. Still, it would of be fun to watch.
Besides that life is kinda hetic with hardly any time to keep friends and family updated so be patient with me in keeping you all informed.
So Hi and Bye.
I'll write soon with details on UNEXAGGERATED (of course) goings on. Not like it's all exciting but that's all a matter of how one would write it.
:)
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Fear and Running in Bourbon County
I hate snakes.
HATE
hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate snakes.
Yeah it's almost kinda cool the way the little demons move without legs.
kinda not really
Yeah it's almost kinda cool the colors and stuff.
but not THAT cool
So I'm looking for arrows that missed the target yesterday. I borrowed a metal detector because if they miss they burrow into the ground if they don't hit a rock first. That makes them REALLY hard to find. Out of the four I lost, I found two.
Not terrible.
The two I found were actually in the tall grass a good 30 yards behind the target. So I wondered if there were more out there.
I wish I wouldn't of.
I went out into field to look farther.
I wish I wouldn't of.
I found a mating ball of king snakes.
I really really really really wish I wouldn't of.
I don't know if I screamed like a little girl or not but armed with a metal detector, I really didn't feel adequate to dispatch the slithery ugly spawns of evil. I set a land-speed record as I sprinted to the house, dispelling Einstein's theory of Time slowing down while approaching the speed of light. When I asked beloved rather urgently for the 12 ga shotgun, she didn't see what the big deal was. They were just snakes after all. Might I add that's not what she said when almost hit one with the weed wacker last year. YET i digress.
So here I am, back in the middle of the field, with the shotgun to my shoulder, trying to remember the difference between a king snake, blue racer, and a cotton mouth. I can see the trail I blazed through the grass, either walking out or flying back, and I follow that with the gun shouldered. I was moving somewhat slow to hear the hiss that I heard the first time that made me stop, except for now that there was a steady breeze, and the grasses all around me were making that noise, and kinda upsetting me in the process. I had eight shells with me and at that point I was about ready to use them all because I found where I had seen them earlier, but they weren't there now.
Meaning they weren't there.
Meaning they could be anywhere.
Meaning they could of diabolically creeped around behind me, or surrounded me waiting for the signal or were under my feet right now.
Meaning I wished at that point I had more then one gun and that they were both fully automatic.
So doing my best to aim the gun everywhere at once, which was scary and cool all at the same time, I slowly eased my way back out of the field. Note, I was trying to listen for sound but the wind was in the grass, and I was trying to look for movement but the grass was blowing.
I'm tellin ya if so much as a grasshopper would of tried to surprise me, he would of been vaporized on the spot.
Needless to say I didn't make it out of that field and am now dead.
I hate snakes.
HATE
hatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehatehate snakes.
Yeah it's almost kinda cool the way the little demons move without legs.
kinda not really
Yeah it's almost kinda cool the colors and stuff.
but not THAT cool
So I'm looking for arrows that missed the target yesterday. I borrowed a metal detector because if they miss they burrow into the ground if they don't hit a rock first. That makes them REALLY hard to find. Out of the four I lost, I found two.
Not terrible.
The two I found were actually in the tall grass a good 30 yards behind the target. So I wondered if there were more out there.
I wish I wouldn't of.
I went out into field to look farther.
I wish I wouldn't of.
I found a mating ball of king snakes.
I really really really really wish I wouldn't of.
I don't know if I screamed like a little girl or not but armed with a metal detector, I really didn't feel adequate to dispatch the slithery ugly spawns of evil. I set a land-speed record as I sprinted to the house, dispelling Einstein's theory of Time slowing down while approaching the speed of light. When I asked beloved rather urgently for the 12 ga shotgun, she didn't see what the big deal was. They were just snakes after all. Might I add that's not what she said when almost hit one with the weed wacker last year. YET i digress.
So here I am, back in the middle of the field, with the shotgun to my shoulder, trying to remember the difference between a king snake, blue racer, and a cotton mouth. I can see the trail I blazed through the grass, either walking out or flying back, and I follow that with the gun shouldered. I was moving somewhat slow to hear the hiss that I heard the first time that made me stop, except for now that there was a steady breeze, and the grasses all around me were making that noise, and kinda upsetting me in the process. I had eight shells with me and at that point I was about ready to use them all because I found where I had seen them earlier, but they weren't there now.
Meaning they weren't there.
Meaning they could be anywhere.
Meaning they could of diabolically creeped around behind me, or surrounded me waiting for the signal or were under my feet right now.
Meaning I wished at that point I had more then one gun and that they were both fully automatic.
So doing my best to aim the gun everywhere at once, which was scary and cool all at the same time, I slowly eased my way back out of the field. Note, I was trying to listen for sound but the wind was in the grass, and I was trying to look for movement but the grass was blowing.
I'm tellin ya if so much as a grasshopper would of tried to surprise me, he would of been vaporized on the spot.
Needless to say I didn't make it out of that field and am now dead.
I hate snakes.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Home, home on the range
I'm old.
or at least I feel old.
I'm gonna be 30 next month.
that calls for a kiku.
I am feeling old
I don't want to be thirty
I am also fat
Depressing, isn't it?
we wanted to weigh abby the night before last, but in order to do that, I had to weigh myself first so we can subtract that from the weight of me holding Abby.
She weighs a wooping 17 pounds.
That's like a trophy bass!
me on the other hand....
lets just say I added around thirty pounds to my pre-married weight.
I HAVE PANTS THAT DONT FIT ANYMORE!!
ME!!!
so it goes.
Now I know that some of you reading this might be a tad older then me, like say a certain mister hohuligan from r-town that reads this but NEVER comments (at least his wife does....love you kathy), are probably thinking something to the effect of "yeah... gee... 30.. whoa... have you picked out your casket yet cause...ya know, yer getting kinda close there."
I never said I was as old as YOU.
Cleaning the garage, changing the oil, fixing stuff....
that what GROWN-UPS are supposed to do.
I can't wait till Abby is old enough to play candyland.
She's mobile now ya know.
Set her down and there she goes.
the best roller west of the mississippi.
I love being able to say that.
"best (insert whatever) west of the mississippi"
Couldn't do that In Illinois, or I guess I could but it wouldn't make much sense. People would look at me and wonder "so..... I don't get it"
west was always cooler then east.
Cowboys always rode off west into the sunset.
No one ever made a cool movie called "How the east was won"
pecos Bill
buffalo Bill
me
west.
Great example:
in the east people raise cows.
in the WEST we have CATTLE.
If a cow came over here he'd probably get made fun of by all the cattle.
"LOOK AT ME I'M A COW!" and then all the cattle would laugh.
by the way: Sage brush is WAY cooler then corn.
But I still feel old.
I put a our new propane grill (christmas present) together.
it was so cool when I turned on the propane and ignited the burner and it worked instead of exploding.
That kinda made my day.... not exploding.
but it made me feel old.
Pretty soon I'll be putting bicycles together, fixing broke toys....
speaking of I guess I already am.
mister glow nose worm did not survive his surgery and had to be put to rest, being that his head wasn't actually made to come off. How else was one supposed to get to the battery? I guess we will never know. Poor mister glow nose worm. We had fun with pushing the button on your back to light your insanely bright LED nose. Rest in pieces.
I love how animated Abby is. When she talks, you could translate the gibberish from the eyebrows alone.
Ya know, west of the Mississippi.....
I see buffalo every day on the way to work
People can wear cowboy hats here and don't look silly
You can wear boots to a formal occasion
you wave to the people on horseback on the drive home.
People wear boots cause they like them, not because they are wannabes
AND....
I wonder if this lashing out is because I'm getting old.
I hear old people do that alot.
they sit on their rocking chairs on their front porches with Ice tea with a shotgun across their lap and complain about the weather, the bugs, the neighbor 5 miles down the road, take random shots at whatever is moving in the tall grass out front... at least that's what I do.
OK- I lied, the neighbors are closer then that.
and that's just about all I feel like writing.
I'm old.
But at least I'm not as old as tim.
or at least I feel old.
I'm gonna be 30 next month.
that calls for a kiku.
I am feeling old
I don't want to be thirty
I am also fat
Depressing, isn't it?
we wanted to weigh abby the night before last, but in order to do that, I had to weigh myself first so we can subtract that from the weight of me holding Abby.
She weighs a wooping 17 pounds.
That's like a trophy bass!
me on the other hand....
lets just say I added around thirty pounds to my pre-married weight.
I HAVE PANTS THAT DONT FIT ANYMORE!!
ME!!!
so it goes.
Now I know that some of you reading this might be a tad older then me, like say a certain mister hohuligan from r-town that reads this but NEVER comments (at least his wife does....love you kathy), are probably thinking something to the effect of "yeah... gee... 30.. whoa... have you picked out your casket yet cause...ya know, yer getting kinda close there."
I never said I was as old as YOU.
Cleaning the garage, changing the oil, fixing stuff....
that what GROWN-UPS are supposed to do.
I can't wait till Abby is old enough to play candyland.
She's mobile now ya know.
Set her down and there she goes.
the best roller west of the mississippi.
I love being able to say that.
"best (insert whatever) west of the mississippi"
Couldn't do that In Illinois, or I guess I could but it wouldn't make much sense. People would look at me and wonder "so..... I don't get it"
west was always cooler then east.
Cowboys always rode off west into the sunset.
No one ever made a cool movie called "How the east was won"
pecos Bill
buffalo Bill
me
west.
Great example:
in the east people raise cows.
in the WEST we have CATTLE.
If a cow came over here he'd probably get made fun of by all the cattle.
"LOOK AT ME I'M A COW!" and then all the cattle would laugh.
by the way: Sage brush is WAY cooler then corn.
But I still feel old.
I put a our new propane grill (christmas present) together.
it was so cool when I turned on the propane and ignited the burner and it worked instead of exploding.
That kinda made my day.... not exploding.
but it made me feel old.
Pretty soon I'll be putting bicycles together, fixing broke toys....
speaking of I guess I already am.
mister glow nose worm did not survive his surgery and had to be put to rest, being that his head wasn't actually made to come off. How else was one supposed to get to the battery? I guess we will never know. Poor mister glow nose worm. We had fun with pushing the button on your back to light your insanely bright LED nose. Rest in pieces.
I love how animated Abby is. When she talks, you could translate the gibberish from the eyebrows alone.
Ya know, west of the Mississippi.....
I see buffalo every day on the way to work
People can wear cowboy hats here and don't look silly
You can wear boots to a formal occasion
you wave to the people on horseback on the drive home.
People wear boots cause they like them, not because they are wannabes
AND....
I wonder if this lashing out is because I'm getting old.
I hear old people do that alot.
they sit on their rocking chairs on their front porches with Ice tea with a shotgun across their lap and complain about the weather, the bugs, the neighbor 5 miles down the road, take random shots at whatever is moving in the tall grass out front... at least that's what I do.
OK- I lied, the neighbors are closer then that.
and that's just about all I feel like writing.
I'm old.
But at least I'm not as old as tim.
Monday, December 24, 2007
Twas the night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas and all through this place,
Not a thing was moving except for me, my bat, and a can full of mace.
I crouched by the fireplace with my bat in the air,
Knowing that the same fat burglar soon would be there.
My wife got the 12 gauge, and Double 00 buckshot to boot.
Ready to pull the trigger on the guy stealing the loot.
With my daughter and wife safe in the back room,
If he made it that far, she’d make it go boom.
Keeping my vigil, awake through the night.
I’m rubbing my eyes so as not to lose sight,
I listen real close and hear that same noise,
The same bells as last year when he got away with my toys.
Then through my wandering Winchester .270 scope did I peer,
To see that same fat guy, (the one with the white beard)
Looting and pillaging from house to house with his deer,
I decide I have to stop him right now and right here.
As I aim for his deer and squeeze off a round, then four and then eight,
I see pictures of red nosed Christmas dinner, so perfect on my plate.
Down went Dasher and Dancer, bull’s-eye Prancer and Vixen! Nailed Comet,
(reload)
Got cupid. There went Donner and Blitzen!
As I watched the sleigh go down, I knew I'd not finished the fight,
For through the scope, indeed the fatty wasn’t in sight
I put the gun down and went for the mace and the bat,
For I doubted the old fart would go down as easy as that.
For the rest of the night by the chimney I rested,
Hoping this time the enemy was bested.
Hearing the shot’s, my wife then crept out.
Asked if it was safe and then we heard him shout:
You got my sleigh, all my deer, even my red nosed fawn,
But next year I’ll be back without the bells on.
So now so safe and so sound, tucked in after that fright,
Merry Christmas to all, without Santa in sight.
Not a thing was moving except for me, my bat, and a can full of mace.
I crouched by the fireplace with my bat in the air,
Knowing that the same fat burglar soon would be there.
My wife got the 12 gauge, and Double 00 buckshot to boot.
Ready to pull the trigger on the guy stealing the loot.
With my daughter and wife safe in the back room,
If he made it that far, she’d make it go boom.
Keeping my vigil, awake through the night.
I’m rubbing my eyes so as not to lose sight,
I listen real close and hear that same noise,
The same bells as last year when he got away with my toys.
Then through my wandering Winchester .270 scope did I peer,
To see that same fat guy, (the one with the white beard)
Looting and pillaging from house to house with his deer,
I decide I have to stop him right now and right here.
As I aim for his deer and squeeze off a round, then four and then eight,
I see pictures of red nosed Christmas dinner, so perfect on my plate.
Down went Dasher and Dancer, bull’s-eye Prancer and Vixen! Nailed Comet,
(reload)
Got cupid. There went Donner and Blitzen!
As I watched the sleigh go down, I knew I'd not finished the fight,
For through the scope, indeed the fatty wasn’t in sight
I put the gun down and went for the mace and the bat,
For I doubted the old fart would go down as easy as that.
For the rest of the night by the chimney I rested,
Hoping this time the enemy was bested.
Hearing the shot’s, my wife then crept out.
Asked if it was safe and then we heard him shout:
You got my sleigh, all my deer, even my red nosed fawn,
But next year I’ll be back without the bells on.
So now so safe and so sound, tucked in after that fright,
Merry Christmas to all, without Santa in sight.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
All I want to do is jump over the cubicle wall, shine a flashlight in my coworker eyes and scream "TELL ME, WHERE ARE YOUR REBEL FRIENDS NOW!! BUWWHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAH!"
It's so not my fault either. She's got cookies over there and she is only letting me have one every other hour!
I think she's a control freak. Actually she's not, I'm just getting anxiety attacks for the lack of cookies. They're even the assorted kind that came in the little tin.
TORTURE!
Totally a Thursday that needs to be a friday.
It's so not my fault either. She's got cookies over there and she is only letting me have one every other hour!
I think she's a control freak. Actually she's not, I'm just getting anxiety attacks for the lack of cookies. They're even the assorted kind that came in the little tin.
TORTURE!
Totally a Thursday that needs to be a friday.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Takin a break to blab
Sometimes after work (especially like after a day when I had to pull designs out of places that I didn't know I had) I feel like all the creative juices were sucked outta me like a helium ballon at a ten year old's birthday party.
speaking of,
I miss birthday presents. Not like I dont get any presents anymore but do you remember the exact time when toys were replaced by underwear for christmas? It's like an age of reckoning. I miss the GI JOE guys and the rca cars and the hotwheels and all the stuff like that.
On the other hand I would bet that my beloved would argue quite passionately about the number of so called "toys" that I have amassed since we have been married and at this time I would like to point out quite clearly that there is a difference between a TOOL and a TOY. A difference, I fear, that is beyond the comprehension of the female gender of our species.
Although......
The saying goes the bigger the boy the bigger the toy and by some rights I might have proved that true as my favorite toy has a 4.6L straight six under the hood. So I guess I could go out the garage twice a year and rewrap my jeep with newspaper and put a bow on it for myself every birthday and christmas.
That would be a LOT of newspaper.
Then instead of screaming "thank you!" I would scream "thank me!", which would be kinda weird but not all that out of the ordanary.
My beloved's family thanksgiving was back in Illinois, (which, by the way, I have noticed that anywhere south or west of St Louis that the silent S at the end comes very much alive) so the Iddy bitty had quite a weekend road trip. It was very much worth the trip to see everyone again but probably the last one for a while.
welp...
I better get back to work.
speaking of,
I miss birthday presents. Not like I dont get any presents anymore but do you remember the exact time when toys were replaced by underwear for christmas? It's like an age of reckoning. I miss the GI JOE guys and the rca cars and the hotwheels and all the stuff like that.
On the other hand I would bet that my beloved would argue quite passionately about the number of so called "toys" that I have amassed since we have been married and at this time I would like to point out quite clearly that there is a difference between a TOOL and a TOY. A difference, I fear, that is beyond the comprehension of the female gender of our species.
Although......
The saying goes the bigger the boy the bigger the toy and by some rights I might have proved that true as my favorite toy has a 4.6L straight six under the hood. So I guess I could go out the garage twice a year and rewrap my jeep with newspaper and put a bow on it for myself every birthday and christmas.
That would be a LOT of newspaper.
Then instead of screaming "thank you!" I would scream "thank me!", which would be kinda weird but not all that out of the ordanary.
My beloved's family thanksgiving was back in Illinois, (which, by the way, I have noticed that anywhere south or west of St Louis that the silent S at the end comes very much alive) so the Iddy bitty had quite a weekend road trip. It was very much worth the trip to see everyone again but probably the last one for a while.
welp...
I better get back to work.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
heeeeeeeeeeeres's abby
My wife wants it to be made known that there was absolutely no nagging WHATSOEVER involved in the production of this blog. She states, "I'm merely passing (rather fervently, I might add) along multiple requests from faithful blog readers who demand an update."
right
So, without further delay, here's the most beautiful little girl in the world:
not that I'm biased or anything...
Friday, October 05, 2007
Captains log
Stardate: day after yesterday, but not quite tomorrow.
As we set our course for tomorrow I realize that yesterday I had the same heading and and should of been to tomorrow by today but since yesterday WAS today yesterday, then tomorrow SHOULD of been today!
But it’s not.
That’s tomorrow.
So I’ll wait for tomorrow to get here.
So today can be yesterday.
I’ll always know where I’ve been, but never quite know when I get to where I’m going.
ABBY BLURB!
How can I describe how or what I feel when I look into those great big blue eyes? So completely trusting. Crying greatbighuge tears when someone else has her. But when mom or dad holds her just like that the tears gone. (unless she’s crabby, then all bets are off) Even with her eyes closed, It’s like she knows what it feels like when we hold her versus someone else.
I am a night owl. It’s my “energytime” (yeah I made that word up, kinda like the word thibbit but not really) if I have not had a day that took it all already. So to unwind, if I’m not already unraveled, I get to feed and hold her till she falls asleep. I find that after she fades to dreams that I still need to hold tight till she goes completely limp or else she will fuss as soon as she gets in the crib.
But if I wait, she won’t even need a pacifier. She doesn’t even move when I put her into her crib.
I love it.
In other news, NOTHING else is new. This is why I haven’t written in like FOREVER.
Wife is fine.
Work is fine.
Home is fine.
Puppies are fine.
Jeep needs fixed.
Trails need mowed.
Such is life In Kansas.
It’s been somewhere around five years now since I moved here. I don’t remember exactly when. I think about a lot of you that are reading this now. Al least the ones who still read this after a two month slumber. That’s more like a hibernation.
SIDE NOTE
I should totally change the name of this blog to sleeping bear.
OR not
yeah probably not.
As we set our course for tomorrow I realize that yesterday I had the same heading and and should of been to tomorrow by today but since yesterday WAS today yesterday, then tomorrow SHOULD of been today!
But it’s not.
That’s tomorrow.
So I’ll wait for tomorrow to get here.
So today can be yesterday.
I’ll always know where I’ve been, but never quite know when I get to where I’m going.
ABBY BLURB!
How can I describe how or what I feel when I look into those great big blue eyes? So completely trusting. Crying greatbighuge tears when someone else has her. But when mom or dad holds her just like that the tears gone. (unless she’s crabby, then all bets are off) Even with her eyes closed, It’s like she knows what it feels like when we hold her versus someone else.
I am a night owl. It’s my “energytime” (yeah I made that word up, kinda like the word thibbit but not really) if I have not had a day that took it all already. So to unwind, if I’m not already unraveled, I get to feed and hold her till she falls asleep. I find that after she fades to dreams that I still need to hold tight till she goes completely limp or else she will fuss as soon as she gets in the crib.
But if I wait, she won’t even need a pacifier. She doesn’t even move when I put her into her crib.
I love it.
In other news, NOTHING else is new. This is why I haven’t written in like FOREVER.
Wife is fine.
Work is fine.
Home is fine.
Puppies are fine.
Jeep needs fixed.
Trails need mowed.
Such is life In Kansas.
It’s been somewhere around five years now since I moved here. I don’t remember exactly when. I think about a lot of you that are reading this now. Al least the ones who still read this after a two month slumber. That’s more like a hibernation.
SIDE NOTE
I should totally change the name of this blog to sleeping bear.
OR not
yeah probably not.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Abigail Rose
have you ever been so completely over whelmed that your are even more over whelmed at thinking how over whelmed you are?
Is that even how you spell overwhelmed?
Is it one word or two?
But apparently blogspot hasn't been modified to NATIONAL cool guy standards and doesn't let mac browsers use spell check.
yeah that's right "national cool guy standards"
sow ef eye muspel stuf ets knot mi falt
Abby.
Wow.
she is so beautiful. I was half bracing myself for something to come out of my wife that didn't look anything like a baby and slowly form into one. As Bill Cosby had said "Honey, you had a lizard"
But she came out so perfect, and now comes that O word again (i'm not gonna try to spell it).
SO SO dependent.
SO SO FEMALE in a "Hold me but I don't want to be held" kinda thing. And if she falls asleep on my chest, one thing is quite clear - I AM NOT TO MOVE
which is fine with me...
unless I have to sneeze,
then we have problems
Is that even how you spell overwhelmed?
Is it one word or two?
But apparently blogspot hasn't been modified to NATIONAL cool guy standards and doesn't let mac browsers use spell check.
yeah that's right "national cool guy standards"
sow ef eye muspel stuf ets knot mi falt
Abby.
Wow.
she is so beautiful. I was half bracing myself for something to come out of my wife that didn't look anything like a baby and slowly form into one. As Bill Cosby had said "Honey, you had a lizard"
But she came out so perfect, and now comes that O word again (i'm not gonna try to spell it).
SO SO dependent.
SO SO FEMALE in a "Hold me but I don't want to be held" kinda thing. And if she falls asleep on my chest, one thing is quite clear - I AM NOT TO MOVE
which is fine with me...
unless I have to sneeze,
then we have problems
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
A boring life changes that quick
Word has reached my ear that I haven't written nearly enough lately.
Well I got news for you.
I'm an extreamly boring person. I know that this comes as QUITE a shock to most of you, but it's time you learn the ulgy truth. The last time something exciting happend was when...
I have been sitting here for like 5 minutes and all I can come up with is mowing the lawn. I like mowing the lawn. Execpt when it's hot.
or humid.
or hot and humid.
so I don't really like mowing the lawn.
I do like mowing paths in the hay field in the back. We have a three quarter mile path that wonders around the backyard and hayfield surrounding that I like to keep golf green short. Less chance to step on a rattlesnake.
Anyhoo I have tortured some of you long enough. The reason for this post is something super exciting FINALLY did happen last tuesday. My daughter, Abigail Rose, was born. OF COURSE I have taken a bijillion pictures that probably all look the same and have sent out a mass e-mail or two, but now it's time to post at least some of them.
These are all when she was a few minutes born.
She was born 8lbs and 10oz at 22in long.
Everything on her is just so perfect. Of course I'm supposed to think and say that, but even if I didn't even know this kid, I'd totally be like: hey wow that kid is probably the cutest kid I have seen in all my life and I have seen a lot of kids.
Perfect little tiny fingernails
So this is abby.
It's been quite a week. We aren't the same people now. You might ask what's different.
I can't say that Abby is because she is the cause of the difference. I might be that we have a kid now and have no idea what we are doing or even if we knew what to do, we would know how to go about doing it. It's been hard to trust and have faith with this one because so much is at stake. Anytime I have had to act on faith of my own accord, it never was that hard because it was only me that I was putting in HIS hands. Whenever I had to act on faith and the direct outcome of my faith effected someone else it was always a little harder.
But now this
Now everything she is depends on us. Depends on upbringing. Depends on good decsion making. Dependes on the upmost faith and trust that the answer will come when we don't have one. What to do when she needs us to do whatever it is we're supposed to do.
I am the Head of this household. If my trust falters, if my faith waivers, my family will suffer.
GOD give me strenght to do this.
and he does.
and by HIS grace we continue on.
now if He could just give her grace to sleep in the night and not the day, we will be all set.
:)
Well I got news for you.
I'm an extreamly boring person. I know that this comes as QUITE a shock to most of you, but it's time you learn the ulgy truth. The last time something exciting happend was when...
I have been sitting here for like 5 minutes and all I can come up with is mowing the lawn. I like mowing the lawn. Execpt when it's hot.
or humid.
or hot and humid.
so I don't really like mowing the lawn.
I do like mowing paths in the hay field in the back. We have a three quarter mile path that wonders around the backyard and hayfield surrounding that I like to keep golf green short. Less chance to step on a rattlesnake.
Anyhoo I have tortured some of you long enough. The reason for this post is something super exciting FINALLY did happen last tuesday. My daughter, Abigail Rose, was born. OF COURSE I have taken a bijillion pictures that probably all look the same and have sent out a mass e-mail or two, but now it's time to post at least some of them.
These are all when she was a few minutes born.
She was born 8lbs and 10oz at 22in long.
Everything on her is just so perfect. Of course I'm supposed to think and say that, but even if I didn't even know this kid, I'd totally be like: hey wow that kid is probably the cutest kid I have seen in all my life and I have seen a lot of kids.
Perfect little tiny fingernails
So this is abby.
It's been quite a week. We aren't the same people now. You might ask what's different.
I can't say that Abby is because she is the cause of the difference. I might be that we have a kid now and have no idea what we are doing or even if we knew what to do, we would know how to go about doing it. It's been hard to trust and have faith with this one because so much is at stake. Anytime I have had to act on faith of my own accord, it never was that hard because it was only me that I was putting in HIS hands. Whenever I had to act on faith and the direct outcome of my faith effected someone else it was always a little harder.
But now this
Now everything she is depends on us. Depends on upbringing. Depends on good decsion making. Dependes on the upmost faith and trust that the answer will come when we don't have one. What to do when she needs us to do whatever it is we're supposed to do.
I am the Head of this household. If my trust falters, if my faith waivers, my family will suffer.
GOD give me strenght to do this.
and he does.
and by HIS grace we continue on.
now if He could just give her grace to sleep in the night and not the day, we will be all set.
:)
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Blog CPR
I cant hardly believe that it's been since March that I have written.
Two excuses I could propose-
One:
it's not my fault, life got super busy... kinda
Two
I really dont have an excuse.
a possible third could be:
wild zuchinni men from zanzabar attacked my village and burned our tapioca crops and we have been without pudding for many months now and I alone have traversed far and wide to save my people from a fate worse then tofu... yes my friends, my mother tried to feed us soy pudding. Therefore I must trek on a journey of journies to find new plants and save my village.
Except I don't live in a village, and we have a tomato plant that's not burned, and wild zuchinni men are really quite harmless. although my mother has convinced my wife to try to kill me with various soy products. But all has been forgiven.
I have been really preoccupied with the thought of becoming a father. July 11th is the pop date for those who have been wondering. And the child is a little girl. (I always wanted one of those). And hey, the dogs aren't dead yet and I haven't accidently lit them on fire or anything we've had those guys for OVER A YEAR. So I figure.. yeah why not a kid?
Also in the news on Indian Road I have killed yet another critter which I have promised my wife not to reveal the identity of in fear that our invitations to friends far and wide will decline because on the knowledge of said critter. I would say the what the butchers toll of said critter was but quite honestly I have lost count. We have called a gentleman to take care of our unwelcomed guests and aas of yesterday we could possibably might not have to worry about nighttime visitors anymore. But we will see. Please don't misunderstand me: all are welcome to our house, but not all will be left alive opon entering in.
The puppies are doing wonderful in case you were wondering. They keep gettin bigger as puppies do. I haven't weighed them in a while but the boy is at 70 pounds now I think. The girl is about 10 less then that. They have had to be reintroduced to their pen for a while as they have made a discovery at the neighbors. I have tried to drill into them that chickens are our friends, not food.... at least not until they are cooked. But puppies are puppies and will do what puppies do. And that's have as much fun as possible before getting into as much trouble as possible.
Final score:
chickens: 0
puppies: 7
but the games were darkend with two fatalities.
and yet not so much as most of the ultimate losers are in my freezer.
bad puppies
good dinner
maybe a month in the slammer will clear puppy minds of chicken dinners.
only time will tell.
Two excuses I could propose-
One:
it's not my fault, life got super busy... kinda
Two
I really dont have an excuse.
a possible third could be:
wild zuchinni men from zanzabar attacked my village and burned our tapioca crops and we have been without pudding for many months now and I alone have traversed far and wide to save my people from a fate worse then tofu... yes my friends, my mother tried to feed us soy pudding. Therefore I must trek on a journey of journies to find new plants and save my village.
Except I don't live in a village, and we have a tomato plant that's not burned, and wild zuchinni men are really quite harmless. although my mother has convinced my wife to try to kill me with various soy products. But all has been forgiven.
I have been really preoccupied with the thought of becoming a father. July 11th is the pop date for those who have been wondering. And the child is a little girl. (I always wanted one of those). And hey, the dogs aren't dead yet and I haven't accidently lit them on fire or anything we've had those guys for OVER A YEAR. So I figure.. yeah why not a kid?
Also in the news on Indian Road I have killed yet another critter which I have promised my wife not to reveal the identity of in fear that our invitations to friends far and wide will decline because on the knowledge of said critter. I would say the what the butchers toll of said critter was but quite honestly I have lost count. We have called a gentleman to take care of our unwelcomed guests and aas of yesterday we could possibably might not have to worry about nighttime visitors anymore. But we will see. Please don't misunderstand me: all are welcome to our house, but not all will be left alive opon entering in.
The puppies are doing wonderful in case you were wondering. They keep gettin bigger as puppies do. I haven't weighed them in a while but the boy is at 70 pounds now I think. The girl is about 10 less then that. They have had to be reintroduced to their pen for a while as they have made a discovery at the neighbors. I have tried to drill into them that chickens are our friends, not food.... at least not until they are cooked. But puppies are puppies and will do what puppies do. And that's have as much fun as possible before getting into as much trouble as possible.
Final score:
chickens: 0
puppies: 7
but the games were darkend with two fatalities.
and yet not so much as most of the ultimate losers are in my freezer.
bad puppies
good dinner
maybe a month in the slammer will clear puppy minds of chicken dinners.
only time will tell.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Water Weather
It's been raining alot lately, not that I am complaining. I love rain, I love the cloud formations, I love the sound the rain makes. I love the way lightning highlights the clouds on a dark night. I love that we live out in the country with the back deck looking toward Oklahoma. The storms come from the south and west but mostly south.
anyhoo,
So last friday, after work, I called my beloved to tell her I was on the way home (as I usually do) and she tells me that with the rain that's been nonstop for a couple days now, that the runoff from the fields and the ditches has now flooded the front yard again.
I like it when that happens.
It reminds me of the wet season in Illinois where I grew up, we used to play in the flood waters for days on end. There was one stream that went through the town. Every year it would flood way out because of all the feilds that drained into it let alone all the streets. We would have so much fun. I remember all the parents and the village board would always hate it because they were afraid that someone would drown, but no one ever did... as far as I know. There were always the parents that made up the stories about snakes and huge catfish and stuff to keep us out of the water.
So anyhoo I'm driving home surrounded my memories and I think how fun that would be to play in the water again.
So I did.
I had so much fun.
There was two main sources that the water was coming from; one was the ditch by the road, and one was from the field behind the neighbors house. They both go under the drive way and across to the other side of the yard to where they join another current where there is runoff from a pond and another field. From there it goes under a bridge and into the land across the way. The current was enough to sweep charlie off his paws (at close to 60 pounds now) and start whining. Lucy didn't want to try it. But I'm finding out, puppies LOVE water.
Most all the water was moving, leaving little stagnant. But the thought occoured to me. Alot of runoff was coming from the ditch but not all. Meaning that half of what was in the ditch, continued the ditch.
Before I go on, you must know that I like having a lake in front of the house, I like it alot. So much so that after watching the water for a while I decieded to get my shovel.
As I was working I realised something profound. It's hard to stop water from going somewhere. I mean very hard. Water follows the path of least resistance, always. It doesn't really care about how hard you try to dam it up and even if you do it will find a path, unless you make one first.
It is aheck of a lot easier making a new path of least resistance then trying to bar the old one. If I want water to go this way instead of that, I make it easier for it to do that. Sometimes that even ment pulling a small rock out of the soil. Once that was done and the water found a new path, the current did most of the digging. Once most of the current was redirected I could pile rocks and mud in the old route to force more current in the new direction. More current: more water doing the digging.
And all it took was a little water in the wrong place to redirect the entire current.
I got to thinking how much that is like sin.
My current (spiritual lives) my be going in a good direction, I may have already carved out a good path to follow (by Gods grace). But what if the enemy comes? What if he moves a small rock here, or puts mud in the way there? How strong is my current? Will I keep flowing in the straight and narrow or will I get lazy and find that it is easier to follow the path of least resistance? A small rock in life might start a trickle that will erode away till what once wasn't a big deal, now is.
So I ask myself, where are the paths of least resistance in my life where is the enemy is trying to wear me away.
Today it's raining again, and I'm glad.
anyhoo,
So last friday, after work, I called my beloved to tell her I was on the way home (as I usually do) and she tells me that with the rain that's been nonstop for a couple days now, that the runoff from the fields and the ditches has now flooded the front yard again.
I like it when that happens.
It reminds me of the wet season in Illinois where I grew up, we used to play in the flood waters for days on end. There was one stream that went through the town. Every year it would flood way out because of all the feilds that drained into it let alone all the streets. We would have so much fun. I remember all the parents and the village board would always hate it because they were afraid that someone would drown, but no one ever did... as far as I know. There were always the parents that made up the stories about snakes and huge catfish and stuff to keep us out of the water.
So anyhoo I'm driving home surrounded my memories and I think how fun that would be to play in the water again.
So I did.
I had so much fun.
There was two main sources that the water was coming from; one was the ditch by the road, and one was from the field behind the neighbors house. They both go under the drive way and across to the other side of the yard to where they join another current where there is runoff from a pond and another field. From there it goes under a bridge and into the land across the way. The current was enough to sweep charlie off his paws (at close to 60 pounds now) and start whining. Lucy didn't want to try it. But I'm finding out, puppies LOVE water.
Most all the water was moving, leaving little stagnant. But the thought occoured to me. Alot of runoff was coming from the ditch but not all. Meaning that half of what was in the ditch, continued the ditch.
Before I go on, you must know that I like having a lake in front of the house, I like it alot. So much so that after watching the water for a while I decieded to get my shovel.
As I was working I realised something profound. It's hard to stop water from going somewhere. I mean very hard. Water follows the path of least resistance, always. It doesn't really care about how hard you try to dam it up and even if you do it will find a path, unless you make one first.
It is aheck of a lot easier making a new path of least resistance then trying to bar the old one. If I want water to go this way instead of that, I make it easier for it to do that. Sometimes that even ment pulling a small rock out of the soil. Once that was done and the water found a new path, the current did most of the digging. Once most of the current was redirected I could pile rocks and mud in the old route to force more current in the new direction. More current: more water doing the digging.
And all it took was a little water in the wrong place to redirect the entire current.
I got to thinking how much that is like sin.
My current (spiritual lives) my be going in a good direction, I may have already carved out a good path to follow (by Gods grace). But what if the enemy comes? What if he moves a small rock here, or puts mud in the way there? How strong is my current? Will I keep flowing in the straight and narrow or will I get lazy and find that it is easier to follow the path of least resistance? A small rock in life might start a trickle that will erode away till what once wasn't a big deal, now is.
So I ask myself, where are the paths of least resistance in my life where is the enemy is trying to wear me away.
Today it's raining again, and I'm glad.
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