More later. I am tired though. Goodnight.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Our Names are Not just Mommy and Daddy
Jack has been getting a kick out of telling me that I am "Daddy and also Devin" He does the same for Bridget. I think it kind cute coming from a 2 year old. He is a smart little dude. Oh and I am supposed to write that Ryan can jump on one foot 42 times.
There will be pictures again when we get our computer back, hopefully next week. I am using Grandma Joan's computer for now. I don't feel like messing with putting pictures on hers only to end up transferring them back to mine anyway.
Oh and as far as computers go, I backed up our stuff before I sent the computer of to HP to be fixed. I picked up a 250G external harddrive for 70 bucks. All I have to do is connect via the USB port to transfer files. No other plug-ins required or power cords. Sweet deal I thought. A year ago I bought a 60G external for 60 bucks and I thought that was a good deal. I still use the small one, but it doesn't have enough room for all our stuff. But it is just a bit bigger than my wallet so I am sure that it will have uses in the future if I need to tranfer stuff between say work and home or something.
Oh and I still haven't heard about the job yet.
There will be pictures again when we get our computer back, hopefully next week. I am using Grandma Joan's computer for now. I don't feel like messing with putting pictures on hers only to end up transferring them back to mine anyway.
Oh and as far as computers go, I backed up our stuff before I sent the computer of to HP to be fixed. I picked up a 250G external harddrive for 70 bucks. All I have to do is connect via the USB port to transfer files. No other plug-ins required or power cords. Sweet deal I thought. A year ago I bought a 60G external for 60 bucks and I thought that was a good deal. I still use the small one, but it doesn't have enough room for all our stuff. But it is just a bit bigger than my wallet so I am sure that it will have uses in the future if I need to tranfer stuff between say work and home or something.
Oh and I still haven't heard about the job yet.
Internet and Pizza
Yesterday was Friday and on many Fridays we get Pizza. The Grandparents aren't around and we let ourselves be lazy by not making dinner but picking up a pizza, usually from Papa Murphy's Take and Bake. With pizza from there we can feed whole family for about 10-12 bucks, and many times we have leftovers.
Well, Bridget and I were kinda sick of Papa Murphy's. It is fine pizza, but the same thing gets old (unless your name is Grandpa Leroy, and then you can eat the same pizza from the same place, ham and pineapple from a local restaurant, all the time). Having not ordered from anywhere else in quite sometime I went online to see if I could find any specials or coupons. I found not only what the specials were, but that I could order pizza online and that the order would be directed to the proper store. This was true for Domino's, Pizza Hut, and Papa Johns. Papa Johns had the best deal and I went ahead and ordered it online. I thought the whole set up was pretty cool. I ordered at about 4PM because our whole day was off a bit and we were hungry. For Bridget and I, it was only going to be our second real meal of the day. The boys normally get hungry around 4:30 or 5:00 and start trying to snack if dinner is not ready. Thus the order time made sense. Then started the longest delivery time of my life.
Again order time was approximately 4PM, but not past that time.
At 4:30 I called to make sure that they got our order. The Papa Johns site said that I would get a confirmation email, which never came. Nevertheless, the people there at the restaurant said that the order had been processed and that the pizza was almost out of the oven. I thought things were going fine, although I wished the confirmantion email had come so that I didn't have to call. Afterall, the idea is to avoid calling, right?
At 5:10 I call Papa Johns and ask what the heck is taking so long. They are kind of vague, but apparently the delivery guy is out with our pizza and it should be here shortly. I am not impressed anymore, but whatever, I am hungry and the kids and Bridget are cranky. I start holding off Jack with some Blue Diamond smokehouse almonds. He love them and he starts to come out of a real cranky fit.
5:35 I call and I am calm but obviously disgruntled. I am told that the driver has been gone for quite some, about an hour, and they have heard nothing from him. They tell me that the pizza will be free. Nice, but I and the whole family are pretty hungry, having been told that pizza will be soon here for well over an hour. 4 and 2 year olds are not known for their patience afterall.
5:40 I give up and start making the kids food. I throw a waffle in the toaster for Ryan and start making Mac n' Cheese for Jack.
5:55 I call to get them to send us out another pizza. I am hungry and Bridget will soon have to leave for some event at her sister's house. And dang it, I want some flipping pizza--I have been pretty good for the past couple of weeks with the diet and working out and I want a reward. Papa Johns is screwing with my reward night and I am getting a little worked up. They are in the process of seeing if this is possible or if they need to wait until they hear from the delivery guy. Then, "ding dong", it is the delivery guy. I don't know what he was doing, and I didn't ask. I was still on the phone when he came and so I let the store talk to him. I got the pizza and the soda pop and I wasn't charged. He gave me back the phone and headed back to the store to face whatever consequences there were, if any.
The pizza would have been great if it was hot. Pepperoni, ham, italian sausage, olives and mushrooms. But it was barely above room temperature. We ate it and the boys still had some along with waffles and Mac 'n cheese. I ate too much because I was pretty hungry. I probably gained a pound yesterday because of the pizza and the fudge that arrived yesterday from Grandma and Grandpa Reed. Oh, and the fudge was made by monks in a monastery in Oregon. Weird, but it was really good.
Anyway, I will stay with the phone ordering. I don't know if that was the issue, but ordering online really is no better than ordering on the phone unless you are going to place an order for delivery in the future. You can order up to 21 days ahead of time, which is kind of cool as long as the pizza is not when it shows up.
Well, Bridget and I were kinda sick of Papa Murphy's. It is fine pizza, but the same thing gets old (unless your name is Grandpa Leroy, and then you can eat the same pizza from the same place, ham and pineapple from a local restaurant, all the time). Having not ordered from anywhere else in quite sometime I went online to see if I could find any specials or coupons. I found not only what the specials were, but that I could order pizza online and that the order would be directed to the proper store. This was true for Domino's, Pizza Hut, and Papa Johns. Papa Johns had the best deal and I went ahead and ordered it online. I thought the whole set up was pretty cool. I ordered at about 4PM because our whole day was off a bit and we were hungry. For Bridget and I, it was only going to be our second real meal of the day. The boys normally get hungry around 4:30 or 5:00 and start trying to snack if dinner is not ready. Thus the order time made sense. Then started the longest delivery time of my life.
Again order time was approximately 4PM, but not past that time.
At 4:30 I called to make sure that they got our order. The Papa Johns site said that I would get a confirmation email, which never came. Nevertheless, the people there at the restaurant said that the order had been processed and that the pizza was almost out of the oven. I thought things were going fine, although I wished the confirmantion email had come so that I didn't have to call. Afterall, the idea is to avoid calling, right?
At 5:10 I call Papa Johns and ask what the heck is taking so long. They are kind of vague, but apparently the delivery guy is out with our pizza and it should be here shortly. I am not impressed anymore, but whatever, I am hungry and the kids and Bridget are cranky. I start holding off Jack with some Blue Diamond smokehouse almonds. He love them and he starts to come out of a real cranky fit.
5:35 I call and I am calm but obviously disgruntled. I am told that the driver has been gone for quite some, about an hour, and they have heard nothing from him. They tell me that the pizza will be free. Nice, but I and the whole family are pretty hungry, having been told that pizza will be soon here for well over an hour. 4 and 2 year olds are not known for their patience afterall.
5:40 I give up and start making the kids food. I throw a waffle in the toaster for Ryan and start making Mac n' Cheese for Jack.
5:55 I call to get them to send us out another pizza. I am hungry and Bridget will soon have to leave for some event at her sister's house. And dang it, I want some flipping pizza--I have been pretty good for the past couple of weeks with the diet and working out and I want a reward. Papa Johns is screwing with my reward night and I am getting a little worked up. They are in the process of seeing if this is possible or if they need to wait until they hear from the delivery guy. Then, "ding dong", it is the delivery guy. I don't know what he was doing, and I didn't ask. I was still on the phone when he came and so I let the store talk to him. I got the pizza and the soda pop and I wasn't charged. He gave me back the phone and headed back to the store to face whatever consequences there were, if any.
The pizza would have been great if it was hot. Pepperoni, ham, italian sausage, olives and mushrooms. But it was barely above room temperature. We ate it and the boys still had some along with waffles and Mac 'n cheese. I ate too much because I was pretty hungry. I probably gained a pound yesterday because of the pizza and the fudge that arrived yesterday from Grandma and Grandpa Reed. Oh, and the fudge was made by monks in a monastery in Oregon. Weird, but it was really good.
Anyway, I will stay with the phone ordering. I don't know if that was the issue, but ordering online really is no better than ordering on the phone unless you are going to place an order for delivery in the future. You can order up to 21 days ahead of time, which is kind of cool as long as the pizza is not when it shows up.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Random Thoughts
When an interviewer tells you that they are going to let you know on a particular day whether they want to hire you or not, they really need to follow through. To not do so is cruel. Yesterday was the day I was supposed to hear back about a job. No call. So far today, no call either. I have thought this out and have reasoned that this is the most likely reason for the lack of a phone call--I was not their first pick for the job. But, neither am I entirely ruled out though either. Instead, I would guess that they are waiting to see if the people they would rather have, want the job. Then if they take it, they will at that time let me know. But, obviously, if the person declines the job then they will give me the offer. Frustrating.
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Working out is good, but sometimes it wipes me out for a good while afterwards. Swim days are prime examples. My average heart rate is never very high, but dang I am always really tired afterwards. I want to take a nap right now.
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Ryan had a hot dog in a bun with ketchup and mustard on it and chips on the side...for breakfast. What a swell dad I am. At least it wasn't chocolate cake.
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This morning I was laying down with Jack in his bed so that he would stay asleep when Ryan climbed in. That was in addition to the cat that was already there. Yep, I was nice and comfy in that twin bed, well not really. Squished is more like it. Ryan was on one side laying on me, and Jack on the other. Clyde would not budge so I had to curve my legs in a odd angle as well. I was counting down the minutes until Bridget returned from her early morning swim class.
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ACTUAL CONVERSATION YESTERDAY. This is an example of Ryan and his standup routine.
Ryan: "Knock, Knock"
Me: "Who's there?"
Ryan: Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Me: "I dunno, why?"
Ryan: "Because he wanted to walk to his house so he could go to sleep, hahahahah..."
Me: "ha, good one Ryan"
Ryan: "Knock, Knock"
Me: "Who's there?"
Ryan: "Donut"
Me: "Donut who?"
Ryan: "Donut up to the sky with chocolate and around the world up to the moon....hahahaha"
Me: "hahaha (sigh)"
I don't think we have to worry about him going on tour anytime soon. And yes, usually all of his jokes start with "Knock, knock" regardless of whether the phase is appropriate for the joke or not.
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Bridget has started tutoring a girl in our ward in biology. She is in high school but the class is at college level. Bridget stated that this was the first time that she has used her degree since graduation. And she is getting paid $20/hr! It is just for an hour or two a week, but it is a pretty sweet deal.
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I miss french fries.
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I was sad to hear about Gracie passing away this morning. I wonder how Peach will take it. Clyde, our cat, meows occasionally as if he is looking for Bonnie. They were with us for almost 5 years so I guess it makes sense that he misses her, even if their interaction was pretty much restricted to fighing over who got to sleep in the cat tree here in the house.
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I wonder how long until I get sick of eating a mixed salad with generic pressed ham (think Buddig ham, only the generic store brand), some cheddar cheese, and Ken's Lite Northern Italian dressing?
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Working out is good, but sometimes it wipes me out for a good while afterwards. Swim days are prime examples. My average heart rate is never very high, but dang I am always really tired afterwards. I want to take a nap right now.
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Ryan had a hot dog in a bun with ketchup and mustard on it and chips on the side...for breakfast. What a swell dad I am. At least it wasn't chocolate cake.
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This morning I was laying down with Jack in his bed so that he would stay asleep when Ryan climbed in. That was in addition to the cat that was already there. Yep, I was nice and comfy in that twin bed, well not really. Squished is more like it. Ryan was on one side laying on me, and Jack on the other. Clyde would not budge so I had to curve my legs in a odd angle as well. I was counting down the minutes until Bridget returned from her early morning swim class.
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ACTUAL CONVERSATION YESTERDAY. This is an example of Ryan and his standup routine.
Ryan: "Knock, Knock"
Me: "Who's there?"
Ryan: Why did the chicken cross the road?"
Me: "I dunno, why?"
Ryan: "Because he wanted to walk to his house so he could go to sleep, hahahahah..."
Me: "ha, good one Ryan"
Ryan: "Knock, Knock"
Me: "Who's there?"
Ryan: "Donut"
Me: "Donut who?"
Ryan: "Donut up to the sky with chocolate and around the world up to the moon....hahahaha"
Me: "hahaha (sigh)"
I don't think we have to worry about him going on tour anytime soon. And yes, usually all of his jokes start with "Knock, knock" regardless of whether the phase is appropriate for the joke or not.
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Bridget has started tutoring a girl in our ward in biology. She is in high school but the class is at college level. Bridget stated that this was the first time that she has used her degree since graduation. And she is getting paid $20/hr! It is just for an hour or two a week, but it is a pretty sweet deal.
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I miss french fries.
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I was sad to hear about Gracie passing away this morning. I wonder how Peach will take it. Clyde, our cat, meows occasionally as if he is looking for Bonnie. They were with us for almost 5 years so I guess it makes sense that he misses her, even if their interaction was pretty much restricted to fighing over who got to sleep in the cat tree here in the house.
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I wonder how long until I get sick of eating a mixed salad with generic pressed ham (think Buddig ham, only the generic store brand), some cheddar cheese, and Ken's Lite Northern Italian dressing?
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Tuesday, November 13, 2007
No More Bonnie
So after crapping on a half-dozen cycling relating garments last week I took Bonnie outside and got out the axe and ...no really we just gave her away. I put an ad on the Oregon Bicycle Racing Association (www.obra.org) mailing list, which goes out to all of the members' email addresses. Within an hour I had a couple of people wanting to see pictures of her and on this past Sunday she was picked up by a nice woman.
Yea! I am sure she will be fine there. She will be the only cat, there are no kids in the home, and no remodeling going on. I didn't tell her about the pooping because she didn't ask and 90% of the time Bonnie didn't have any problems. It was only when her environment got all messed up.
So Clyde is now the only animal here. The boys weren't too sad about it, since Bonnie wasn't really too friendly to them. Clyde is more the family cat. Most nights he sleeps with Jack at the foot of his bed. Grandma and Grandpa Reed are glad not to be stepping on poop early in the morning. This weekend I think some squeezed between Grandma's toes. Yummy.
Yea! I am sure she will be fine there. She will be the only cat, there are no kids in the home, and no remodeling going on. I didn't tell her about the pooping because she didn't ask and 90% of the time Bonnie didn't have any problems. It was only when her environment got all messed up.
So Clyde is now the only animal here. The boys weren't too sad about it, since Bonnie wasn't really too friendly to them. Clyde is more the family cat. Most nights he sleeps with Jack at the foot of his bed. Grandma and Grandpa Reed are glad not to be stepping on poop early in the morning. This weekend I think some squeezed between Grandma's toes. Yummy.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
Cyclocross: Barton Park
A couple of pictures from the weekend's cyclocross race. Ain't I cool...
I didn't place as well as I had thought, but I did have fun. I have been training quite a bit lately and I think it has helped even if my placement was not a great. I blame my low placement partially on the departure of some fellow fatties to the new Clydesdale class. I could race in it too, but I am on the borderline and prefer to race just one class the whole year. I was 75th out of 98 in the preliminary results. I raced Master C's (for those 35+). At least this wasn't a result from racing the Beginner class. Here are a couple of pics. More info on my other blog: RCMT
I didn't place as well as I had thought, but I did have fun. I have been training quite a bit lately and I think it has helped even if my placement was not a great. I blame my low placement partially on the departure of some fellow fatties to the new Clydesdale class. I could race in it too, but I am on the borderline and prefer to race just one class the whole year. I was 75th out of 98 in the preliminary results. I raced Master C's (for those 35+). At least this wasn't a result from racing the Beginner class. Here are a couple of pics. More info on my other blog: RCMT
Poop Walk
This is self-explanatory. Just watch the video.
This is Jack's normal walk after he poops in his diaper. We can't wait until the bathrooms are finished being remodelled--Potty training will begin again.
This is Jack's normal walk after he poops in his diaper. We can't wait until the bathrooms are finished being remodelled--Potty training will begin again.
Swim Class Etiquette
I wish Bridget would write here, but she is never motivated to do so. She would rather have me do it for some reason.
Anyway . . . she goes to a swim class every Monday and Wednesday morning at 6:30 am. She has gotten pretty good and is one of the faster swimmers. The class is divided up into a couple of lanes, and in order that they can all swim at the same time, they swim in loops. Basically people are going up the lane and down the lane at the same time in a clockwise rotation.
Every so often they have a timed swim of 500 yards. Of the people in her lane (1 guy and 2 other women), Bridget has been first the past several times She may have even been the fastest in the class at one time, I don't know for sure. The person who is the fastest in the 500 swim is usually the one to go first. Bridget, this past time, was not the fastest. She had an off day and wasn't feeling tip-top and had a slower time. There was one guy who was faster by a bit. No big deal. Except that the guy is a dork.
Bridget is normally faster than him, especially when they are swimming long distances. It is a rule that if someone catches you during swim practice that you let them pass you when you touch the wall. This guy in Bridget's lane never does let anyone pass unless the coach makes him. I guess this morning Bridget was whacking on his feet and legs with her arms as she was swimming. She even went to pass him and touched the wall at the same time as him and he still cut her off and wouldn't let her by. Passing is a hard thing because there are people coming from the opposite direction. At most Bridget said that she would have about a half a lap to pass someone. Attempting to pass takes a bunch of energy. On a long distance swim this robs you of a lot of energy for no reason--thus if someone taps you on the foot when they catch you, it is proper etiquette to stop and let them go at the end of that length. This morning the Instructor eventually had to get involved. He told him to get over and let people pass. At the end another 300 yards he was around a half a minute back. She said she would have lapped him if they had to swim any longer.
Long story short, don't be a dork and don't get your speedo in a bunch just because a girl is a faster swimmer than you.
Anyway . . . she goes to a swim class every Monday and Wednesday morning at 6:30 am. She has gotten pretty good and is one of the faster swimmers. The class is divided up into a couple of lanes, and in order that they can all swim at the same time, they swim in loops. Basically people are going up the lane and down the lane at the same time in a clockwise rotation.
Every so often they have a timed swim of 500 yards. Of the people in her lane (1 guy and 2 other women), Bridget has been first the past several times She may have even been the fastest in the class at one time, I don't know for sure. The person who is the fastest in the 500 swim is usually the one to go first. Bridget, this past time, was not the fastest. She had an off day and wasn't feeling tip-top and had a slower time. There was one guy who was faster by a bit. No big deal. Except that the guy is a dork.
Bridget is normally faster than him, especially when they are swimming long distances. It is a rule that if someone catches you during swim practice that you let them pass you when you touch the wall. This guy in Bridget's lane never does let anyone pass unless the coach makes him. I guess this morning Bridget was whacking on his feet and legs with her arms as she was swimming. She even went to pass him and touched the wall at the same time as him and he still cut her off and wouldn't let her by. Passing is a hard thing because there are people coming from the opposite direction. At most Bridget said that she would have about a half a lap to pass someone. Attempting to pass takes a bunch of energy. On a long distance swim this robs you of a lot of energy for no reason--thus if someone taps you on the foot when they catch you, it is proper etiquette to stop and let them go at the end of that length. This morning the Instructor eventually had to get involved. He told him to get over and let people pass. At the end another 300 yards he was around a half a minute back. She said she would have lapped him if they had to swim any longer.
Long story short, don't be a dork and don't get your speedo in a bunch just because a girl is a faster swimmer than you.
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