Somewhere between hypercompetence & homeownership
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Whatever the hell that means.

Monday, November 26
Get Ready! Someone called this weekend and asked what we were doing and my immediate answer was "Gettin' ready" as if that would make sense to anyone but I can't think of a better way to explain our general current status. While I have been in house improvement mode for most of the summer and fall, the focus has now clearly shifted now to final preparations for the arrivals. Some might laugh at our possibly extremely overzealous attitude but that's just us. Arguably it's a good thing, especially since both Lara and I are on exactly the same wavelength about it. We put sheets, etc. on the cribs yesterday, did a little more prep of the room, I went into the attic and pulled out yet more baby stuff. We are realizing that there's stuff we have that we have no idea where it is. I hate that feeling, either early onset of alzheimers or we just have way too much crap in the house.

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Thursday, November 22
Happy Turkey Day!
Sorry, been too durn busy to blog but I will make more of an effort.

Personally, I really don't care that much about Thanksgiving, but I am a bitter, cynical old man so it shouldn't come as much of a surprise. It's not that I don't like the idea, it's just people make too much of a big deal about it. We are doing much better this year, very low-key and stress-free. I am much happier this way. So happy, that I can sit down mid-preparation and blog. So there.

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Tuesday, November 13
The opposite of yard envy The removal of leaves from the front yard is about 99% complete. The backyard is about 1% done. I completed the front with maximum efficiency, concentrating my effort into just a couple of one-hour long intense sessions. The job was made more difficult by the fact that the grass was pretty long in some places. The idea is to keep the grass short enough that the leaves can't get bogged down, but consistency in lawn care is my weakest link in homeownership. After getting most of the leaves up, I went back and mowed the longer parts this weekend. Pathetic to the point of embarassing to be mowing in November.

My yard plain and simply sucks. Every time I mow, or rack or do anything in the yard I envision plowing it all up and starting over. I've even read up on how to go about doing exactly this. But this will have to wait a few years.

Inside the house, the babies room is taking shape. We're not painting or anything significant at this point. Just getting furniture set up is enough.

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Thursday, November 8
Yard Envy Hey, Natalie. Be careful what you wish for. You want a kitten but you could end up with one of these. They're both really cute but hardly interchangeable.

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Wednesday, November 7
No comment. So I guess sucks.

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Monday, November 5
So, I stole it, so what?
Just in case you were wondering, the previous post was not written by me, I leveraged it from another site. What's really sad is that I really hesitated about posting it. So there.

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Friday, November 2

It has been brought to management's attention that some individuals throughout the company have been using foul language during the course of normal conversation with other employees. Due to complaints received from some employees who are more easily offended, this type of language will no longer be tolerated. Nonetheless, we do realize the critical importance of individuals being able to properly express their feelings when communicating with fellow employees. Therefore, a list of code phrase replacements has been compiled so proper exchange of ideas and information can continue in an effective manner without risk of offending our more sensitive co-workers.

Old: No fucking way!

New: I'm certain that's not feasible.

Old: You've got to be shitting me.

New: Really?

Old: Tell someone who gives a fuck.

New: Perhaps you should check with...

Old: Ask me if I give a fuck.

New: Of course I'm concerned.

Old: It's not my fucking problem.

New: I wasn't involved with that project.

Old: What the fuck?

New: Interesting.

Old: Fuck it, it won't work.

New: I'm not sure I can implement this.

Old: Why the fuck didn't you tell me that sooner?

New: I'll try to schedule that.

Old: When the fuck do you expect me to do this?

New: Perhaps I can work late.

Old: He's got his head up his ass.

New: He's not familiar with the problem.

Old: Eat shit!

New: You don't say.

Old: Eat shit and die.

New: Excuse me?

Old: Eat shit and die motherfucker.

New: Excuse me Sir?

Old: Shove it up your ass.

New: I love a "challenge".

Old: Blow me.

New: I see.

Old: Blow yourself.

New: Do you see?

Old: He's a fucking prick.

New: He's somewhat insensitive.

Old: You don't know what the fuck you're doing.

New: I think you could use more training.

Old: This place is all fucked up.

New: We're a little disorganized.

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Comment Ahhhh, the overwhelming tide of self-induced peer pressure.

Now, you can comment on my posts, as if you wanted to...

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Aja= mmmmmm Well, I can formally state that I am in no way s***canning Aja Noodle. Past comments may have inferred this, but it was based on hearsay and circumstantial evidence, not personal experience. Went last night with Jenny and Lara and H. It was delish. The wait staff was maybe a bit too pierced and painted for my taste but the room is very cool. Noisy, but stylish. I got a thai noodle salad which is unlike me but I had to, since Lara ordered the Pad Thai. H was out of control which often dampens my enthusiasm for a restaurant but not this time. It was noisy enough that her rowdiness was hardly noticed at the other tables.

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That's it? Halloween was a bit of an anti-climax for me this year. Poorly scheduled meetings prevented me from enjoying the festivities at work and the evening was rainy and goes by too quickly. It's not that I am really into Halloween, but its over even before 10 and the next day all the Halloween decorations seem pathetic or something. Bleh. Never mind me.

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