TT 13 for 5/24/07

Thirteen Totally Random Things Going On In the World Around Me

  1. My CFO just returned from having a face lift and a facial burn.  Wow, does that look painful!  I’m sorry, I think I’ll pass on such things.
  2. My kids have all departed.  Slvr and James leave for Thailand on Monday, Cryss is back in Buffalo, moving into a historic house built in 1836, and TGBO is moving to Austin.  Jman still lives with me so at least there is one constant.
  3. We got a new van at work to replace the wrecked one.  It is nice!
  4. I have training in WF tomorrow.  Getting up at 4 to leave in time to make the start.  Taking my Director of Operations.  He is always a lot of fun.
  5. The mosquitos are back in force.  Blood thirsty little buggers.
  6. I sat through a most interesting “conference” yesterday morning.  Will have to blog about church ladies in charge of food pantries.  An interesting lot, to say the least.
  7. Watched the Da Vinci Code last night with Twyla.  Totally enjoyable movie!  Wonder when Angels and Demons will be coming out?
  8. Looks muggy out this morning.  The humidity has been horrid but I do believe there is a chance for rain today.  Excellent!
  9. Jman has been refinishing his 10 speed.  He took it from Schwinn red to a metallic black.  It does look nice!
  10. Had a grilled cheese sandwich last night.  I can’t remember the last time I had one of those.  Such a simple thing to make and yet so good.
  11. Man, my room is a wreck.  Going to have to clean it up soon.
  12. My desk at work is covered too.  Sigh.  So much to organize.
  13. Picked up Slvr’s engagement ring at the jewelers and her wedding dress is hanging in my closet.  She and James will be tying the knot in January.  Wow, it all seems so final.

Hope everyone has a safe and fun Memorial Day weekend.

The trials of moving from Blogspot

I moved to WordPress a few months ago because I found it easier to use and to manuever around in.  There are some heavy prices to pay, however, such as all of my blogging buddies who have stayed with blogspot and for me to make a comment on their blog, I have to jump through all sorts of hoops.  Sigh.

I really miss commenting on Stag’s and Ron’s blogs although they may be happy to see my comments missing from the sanctity of their thoughts.  If you haven’t visited their blogs you should and can chase their link over to the side.  Ron always has some exceptional quotes to read and Stag just has the coolest stuff on his.

Okay, I’m finished whining now.

The Answer My Friend, Is Worms Blowing In the Wind

After a brisk walk around the park last night, my gal and I were sitting on our favorite park bench discussing the days events and life in general.  These moments of sitting and chatting, enjoying the cool breeze, laughing, and generally enjoying each other’s company are some of my favorite moments.

These bench talks can also be some of the more serious talking moments too which isn’t a bad thing, but there are times when my guy defenses want to pull out the ol’ “how about them Spurs?” defenses.

Last night the breeze was particularly cool and the laughter was infectious when a sudden plop put an end to it all.  A worm landed on her shoulder.  Yuppers, a small worm fell from the tree above us and decided to take residence upon her shirt.  A quick flick and the worm was blowing in the wind once more as it flew across the walking track.  Still, nothing can end a conversation quicker than falling creepy crawlies, especially when you can’t look up and see how many more of the little beasts are up there.

Which makes me wonder why worms don’t choose to fall during serious conversations when guys are having to come out of their comfort zones and discuss subjects that require the sharing of feelings and are far from the safe topics of sports, the job, or kids.  You have to wonder why they only fall on you during fun conversations… is it some type of conspiracy?  Do worms have some basic instinct that attracts them to laughter and causes them to lose their grip on tree bark only to fall onto soon to be screaming humans?  Is this some obscure curse left over from the garden of Eden designed to torture men for the original sin?

There has to be some reason for the falling worms and I can only think a greater power than ourselves is behind it all.  Let’s face it; most guys are thrilled when the conversations are light and happy because we can rest what little brain matter we have and not have to concentrate so hard on all those gauges inside our heads that regulate our stupidity output.  The more serious conversations tend to get those gauges close to red-lining as we try to put together sentences that won’t reveal our superficiality or lack of skill in the art of intelligent conversation.  Toss in an occasional moment where we are to analyze our previously stated position and the internal cranial gauges start exploding from the pressure.  So why aren’t there worms falling from trees during those moments?

Perhaps this would be a good time to genetically alter worms to turn them from laughter predators into hunters of serious questions where they would fall when they hear phrases beginning with the words ”why”, ”what were you thinking”, or ”help me understand.”  I know it can be done.  Oh sure, it might be a bit expensive and then you have the whole issue of how do you get the new worms onto trees above park benches and guarantee the old worms are removed, but I think guys everywhere would help fund the project and surely would volunteer their time and efforts to help with the whole worm swapping project.

Let’s face it; guys just struggle with conversations when it comes to serious topics and every now and again we could use a little help from above to get us through them or to save us from ourselves during them.  I’m really thinking my friends that the answer to some of this situation is worms blowing in the wind.  Hmm, I wonder where one finds a genetic engineer interested in the falling behavior of worms.

4 Inches = Total Idiot

I started replacing thresholds at one of the clubs since we have newly installed metal doors.  The old ones were over 32 years old and had rusted out from rain seeping onto the top of the door and eventually rusting the doors out.  Drilling holes into the concrete, putting in lead anchors, and cutting the replacement strips has kind of been fun.  What hasn’t been fun is running down parts.

After trip #2, I was confident I had gotten everything I needed to complete the task.  I had even purchased an extra 5/16” masonry bit to drill out all of the holes.  Things were moving smoothly until I realized

  • The bits weren’t going to last
  • I had purchased a threshold for a 2-8 door instead of a 3-0 one.  What makes this even more irritating is I had pulled the threshold from a 3-0 bin.  Argh!
  • The hardware for the door closers is not adequate for the new doors (screws are too short)
  • The door frames are square, the floor isn’t.
  • I was doomed to make another cross town trip to exchange parts for proper ones.

I realize any time you work on older buildings you are going to encounter problems but when those problems are results from you being a complete idiot, well sir, you can just feel the humiliation burn deep into your bones.  The only saving grace is that those who have watched me make these mistakes have no earthly idea what is going on and just stand back and marvel at the “magic” of power drills, mandrills, and abrasive discs.  Still I can’t help but think that they may have an inkling that they’re standing in the presence of a closet moron. 

Normally I would think these kinds of challenges are actually fun but when you are in a time crunch… sigh.

Startled, a Herd of Elvi Stampeded, Trampling Innocent Bystanders

A new casino is opening up in Oklahoma and they have been saturating the newspapers and airwaves with ads announcing the opening weekend.  This casino, found on an Indian reservation, is a Kiowa casino.  Oh, now that is different from the Apache casino in Arizona, the Hopi casino in New Mexico, and the Cherokee casino in Oklahoma.  Their main attraction will be parachuting Elvi who will land, I presume,  around the casino to give the opening ceremony a grandiose flourish of Vegas-like glitz.   They promise an appearance by Marilyn Monroe who will knock our socks off with her breathy renditions of Diamonds Are a Girl’s Best Friend and if we’re really lucky, Happy Birthday Mr. President.  Now a couple of items about this marketing blitz concern me…

  • Why are they promoting their casino here when it will be much longer drive to it than to the other casinos on the state border?
  •  When did plummeting sequined impostors of the King suddenly became the cat’s pajamas?  Now have them jump without parachutes and hey, that would definitely have the makings of a can’t miss attraction!
  • Last time I checked,  Marilyn Monroe has been dead for over 40 years and for her to make an appearance, I’m thinking she is going to be a bit under-dressed and possibly under-fleshed.  Do I really need to see a decomposed body up there trying to make the last rags of her burial dress rise up with above her thighs when a fan turns on?  I’m thinking….”No, I don’t really need to see that.”
  • If history serves me right, the Kiowas were a fierce tribe of warriors who had been known to partake of human flesh on occasion.  Hmm, that would make the buffet line suspect, wouldn’t it?
  • The ads show a fully feathered dancer in the throes of an intense Native American dance.  Do we really want to be trying to drop cash into slot machines with a swirling dancer screaming in our ear while beating on a drum?  I’m thinking… no.

Oh well, I wish them well and if they should change their minds about allowing the falling Elvi to wear parachutes, then they should definitely give me a call.  I would make the trip to see that…

Sappy Songs Sometimes Soothe the Soul

Riding around looking for plumbing parts when this song comes on…

Moments (performed by Emerson Drive)

I was coming to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E. Street Bridge
Followed me on to it
I went out halfway across
With that homeless shadow tagging along
So I dug for some change
Wouldn’t need it anyway
He took it lookin’ just a bit ashamed
He said, You know, I haven’t always been this way

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that plane ride coming home from the war
That summer my son was born
And memories like a coat so warm
A cold wind can’t get through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

I stood there tryin’ to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on Earth
Would care at all
Miss me when I’m gone
That old man just kept hanging around
Lookin’ at me, lookin’ down
I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said, You know, I haven’t always felt this way

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like the day I walked away from the wine
For a woman who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right,
Could always see me through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

I know somewhere ’round a trashcan fire tonight
That old man tells his story one more time
He says

I’ve had my moments, days in the sun
Moments I was second to none
Moments when I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that cool night on the E. Street Bridge
When a young man almost ended it
I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Lookin’ at me now you might not know it
Oh, lookin’ at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

I’ve had my moments

I’ve always been a sucker for such sappy songs.  Yuppers, it’s on my Ipod now.  Sigh.

Plumbing Problems

I do seem to have a talent to fix plumbing problems which isn’t a big deal if I am not having to crawl under a house with various creatures that like to administer the dreaded heebie jeebies by scurrying across your body while you are all stretched out trying to glue pvc pipe together.  Today I actually had the opportunity to work on a different type of plumbing problem; replacing the valve stems in a shower fixture that is 44 years old.  Somewhere in the removal of the parts I think I bonded with this fixture that was produced three years after my parents assembled me in a small Mom/Pop factory in Stephenville, Texas.   In many ways we are alike because despite a few drips here and there we’re still functional.

Okay, focus Frustrated, focus.  Where were we, oh yes…. I enjoyed the challenge of the plumbing problem before me.  Yes, it is frustrating to hear salesmen say such things as “ooh, haven’t seen one of those in a while” or “that’s a toughie” but amazingly the parts can be found on the Internet and will be here this week.  I am amazed at the toughness of this piece of equipment since most fixtures seem to play out after 20 years or so but this baby has just kept functioning and with the exception of a couple of washers and a bit of crud buildup, is still in pristine condition. 

I would like to think that human equipment could be as resilient as brass fixtures cast in some foundry, drilled, tapped, and assembled in a factory and then placed in some hardware store almost a half a century ago.  Unfortunately, I happen to know that at least two of my sensory functions have dulled (hearing and sight) and the others are sometimes questionable.  It seems like all the moving parts take more time to get into a fluid motion state and for some odd reason there seems to be a longer need for recovery for muscles and bones.  I know the aches sure last longer too.

Why is it you can’t go on-line and order replacement parts for the ol’ body like you can for plumbing fixtures?  You know, click through a virtual catalog of new eyes, ears, muscles, digestive systems, hearts, lungs, etc. and find that special part that fits only your body and wallah! in three days it shows up on your mailbox with an instruction sheet for complete installation of your replacement part.  I know that most of us guys wouldn’t bother reading the instructions and there would be men walking down streets with eyes popping out at random moments or you would see them taped into the sockets with duct tape, but they would be functional.

Maybe this concept is to much to dream or hope for and I really do know the whole “this would be physically impossible and not everyone has the medical knowledge or the microscopic equipment to reconnect essential nerve endings especially after severing the optic nerve” but perhaps if they would talk you through the procedure… Oh alright, there is probably some medical union somewhere that would totally not go for this idea (sigh, such short-sighted people, no pun intended) and you would have liability issues where some over-eager time slashers would actually remove both of their eyes before trying to start the replacement procedures… but really, I think it just might work.

Wonder what it would take to make this happen?  Welpers, I will have to ponder this later as I have been fighting a headache that would make an elephant whimper and curl up in a fetal position (now there is a visual image you don’t have too often).  More later. 

TT 13 for 5/17/07

Thirteen Reasons I Enjoy Cooking Dinner For My Kids

As the kids disperse to parts unknown and the brief visits fade into wondrous memories, I am reminded of why I enjoy cooking meals for these short gatherings….

  1. They are appreciative of the effort.
  2. They don’t mind trying new things.  Possum covered in dill sauce isn’t all that bad, right?
  3. They help in the kitchen.
  4. They help clean up.
  5. They provide funny and challenging conversation.
  6. They don’t mind laughing out loud.
  7. They get along so well and it is a comfort to watch them enjoy each other’s company.
  8. They can kid each other with offending each other.
  9. They will make numerous efforts to assure dad that his cooking wasn’t the worse that they’ve ever had.
  10. Coffee.  They like to drink coffee after the meal, YES!
  11. They are great at including everyone at the table in conversation.
  12. They keep the eye rolling to a minimum.
  13. Best reason of all, I seldom get to see all four of them in the same room at the same time.  That alone makes every effort and every moment with them special.

Hope you have a marvelous TT!

I don’t rightly know what that is…

Attending a reception last night I had a great chance to do some people watching and hear folks talk about the world outside of the professional arena that most of us meet in.  Standing next to the table with the food on it, I watched a man prod the food in a bowl that looked like it might have shrimp in it, but you really couldn’t be sure of the other substances surrounding it.

“Wonder what this is.”  The man next to him prods it with the spoon from another serving bowl.

“I don’t rightly know what it is, but it isn’t moving so I assume it is at least dead.”  The first man prods it again and then with his face twisted up into a perplexed look of exasperation, takes a spoon full of it and puts it on his plate. 

“Maybe so, but why couldn’t they serve beef?”  Turning to me he asks, “Aren’t you going to get some of this?”

“No thank you, I’ve already eaten.”  Okay, it was a small white lie but quite frankly looking at the substance that now appeared to be moulting on their plates, my appetite was gone anyway because I think I had just swallowed any sense of adventure for strange culinary experiences which would mean that I had just eaten and therefore had not lied.  Whew, I feel better about the whole thing.

I just hope those two gentleman survived the night.

Triple Booking

Calendars seem to fill up quickly these days and yesterday I recieved an email from a great friend who wants to host an event on a Saturday in June.

“Are you interested in doing this?  I think it would be a great idea!”

“I love the idea but I’m already double booked on that day and have to turn down a third invitation.”

“Oh.”

“Well one is a family reunion and the other is a wedding of a mutual friend.”

“Oooooh, that’s right!  I’m helping her with the wedding on that day.  We can’t have this event on that day.”

There is almost a joy in knowing that other people are just as busy if not busier.  There is a sadness in knowing we would all be much happier if we just went fishing instead…  hey, they could hold the wedding by the river bank…

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