This was a few posts down the page a while ago. Well, here goes again:
Over to the right of the page for anyone who happens to wander in here by accident is a widget to support Fred Thompson with donations. Fred is a very solid Conservative and I believe would make a strong and effective President. While other candidates are very good, there's always a BUT. The current front runner Giuliani is strong in most areas, but I'm not sure I trust him with 2nd Amendment freedoms and I disagree with him on abortion. McCain, as far as I'm concerned, may as well not run.
Google Thompson. Do your research. I'm not going to do everything for you!!
Thursday, June 07, 2007
New link to fellow Blogger!
I found Media Lizzy today by accident and she's got a great site. Smart, funny, snarky without being too cruel, plus she's with Fred, too! Take note, anyone who ever accidentally lands on this page: you must follow all my links! There's not many of them and you'll be a better person for it.
Lizzy, if you follow linkbacks here, adhere to the strict requirement for reading Bill Whittle's site EjectEjectEject. If you somehow haven't discovered him yet, now's the time. Get in on the ground floor of the new project.
Lizzy, if you follow linkbacks here, adhere to the strict requirement for reading Bill Whittle's site EjectEjectEject. If you somehow haven't discovered him yet, now's the time. Get in on the ground floor of the new project.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
The lake trip was great.
We got to the lake house on Thursday (5/24) and spent the day just hanging out. We swam a bit off of the dock and Korben actually jumped in to me without much prompting at all. He's always been scared to death of water before.
That night the kids went right down and Joy and I just sat out on the screened deck listening to the tree frogs and watching the moonlight on the water. Nice.
The next day, my cousin came up with her two girls and they stayed through Sunday morning. My mom and Grandmother came up on Saturday and spent the night, so for a while there it was almost like it was when I was a kid. Kids running all over playing and the adults just lounging around or trying to get the kids to stay still long enough to eat something.
No schedules, easy conversation and no work other than cooking and the subsequent cleaning make that a near perfect vacation spot. Oh, and no hotel costs, of course.
Almost forgot. I also introduced Korben to plinking. He did it the manly way with my 16 gauge shotgun, too. OK, he didn't really do any shooting. I mean, come on, the gun's bigger than he is and I only had the Express loads that are a bit hotter than normal. He did help me hold it up and aim at one of the cans, though. Plus, when we were policing up our shells and what was left of our cans he said "Daddy, what's that smell?"
"That's called 'cordite', buddy, it's the burned gunpowder from the shotshells."
"Oh. I like that smell."
Attaboy.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Graduation Day
Yesterday my boy graduated from Pre-K. They had a whole ceremony and everything. The kids all filed in and stood in a line across the front of the room while we parents sat in the preschool-sized blue plastic chairs (some of which I could almost hear groaning). They (the kids, not the chairs) sang several songs, did the alphabet in sign language and Spanish and then walked up as their name was called to shake hands with the assistant teacher and recieve their diploma from the class teacher. They all did really well except for 1 kid who was suddenly petrified and wouldn't move from his spot. No problem though, he came around later finished up the whole deal. I know I was feeling the same way when I had to get up in front of people as a kid. Still do, actually.
Afterward, I took Korben to Moonlight Golf at a "nearby" mall so we could play minigolf under blacklight. He's been wanting to do that for quite a while and we never had the time, so it was really a great surprise for him. We played all 36 holes and by the end, I had nearly gotten him to stop chasing the ball around and smacking it like a hockey puck. On the upside, he seems to putt as well left handed as he does right. Not saying much just yet, but...cool. The girl running the place gave us 2 glow-in-the-dark necklaces, neither of which would fit over my big 'ol noggin, so he wore them both for the rest of the day.
After a long session on the links you know you gotta go to the 19th hole, so we went over to the Chili's, Too they have in the food court and split a molten chocolate cake with a couple of sweet teas. I let him pick from the dessert menu and that's what he wanted. Attaboy!! I'm all about some chocolate, I'll tell ya. We did have one errand to run while we were there, too, so it was off to the Bass Pro Shop at the other end for a campfire sandwich cooker for Joy. He had a ball running around looking at the boats and the giant fish tank, and getting his picture made with his head in a shark's mouth. Not to forget the laser "target range" where you get 25 shots for 50 cents to try and hit little red bull's eyes around an area set up to look like a swamp with an old shack in it. You know the "hit one target and the hat spins, another and the dogs ears go up..." kind of thing. We need to work on aiming and letting off the trigger a bit, but in his defense the rifle is bigger than he is.
He was asleep before we got out of the parking lot of the mall. Which was good because traffic on the Interstate was backed up for 20 miles. From right where we were to right where we were going. Lovely. He missed all that though, and woke up in time to see the driveway coming up. A couple of hours on his Vsmile game and a light dinner finished out his day. I think he'll remember that one. The whole day just him and his daddy. He told me at the Chili's "Daddy, this is the best day of my life."
Any dads out there know you'll do about anything for that one sentence. Good time.
Afterward, I took Korben to Moonlight Golf at a "nearby" mall so we could play minigolf under blacklight. He's been wanting to do that for quite a while and we never had the time, so it was really a great surprise for him. We played all 36 holes and by the end, I had nearly gotten him to stop chasing the ball around and smacking it like a hockey puck. On the upside, he seems to putt as well left handed as he does right. Not saying much just yet, but...cool. The girl running the place gave us 2 glow-in-the-dark necklaces, neither of which would fit over my big 'ol noggin, so he wore them both for the rest of the day.
After a long session on the links you know you gotta go to the 19th hole, so we went over to the Chili's, Too they have in the food court and split a molten chocolate cake with a couple of sweet teas. I let him pick from the dessert menu and that's what he wanted. Attaboy!! I'm all about some chocolate, I'll tell ya. We did have one errand to run while we were there, too, so it was off to the Bass Pro Shop at the other end for a campfire sandwich cooker for Joy. He had a ball running around looking at the boats and the giant fish tank, and getting his picture made with his head in a shark's mouth. Not to forget the laser "target range" where you get 25 shots for 50 cents to try and hit little red bull's eyes around an area set up to look like a swamp with an old shack in it. You know the "hit one target and the hat spins, another and the dogs ears go up..." kind of thing. We need to work on aiming and letting off the trigger a bit, but in his defense the rifle is bigger than he is.
He was asleep before we got out of the parking lot of the mall. Which was good because traffic on the Interstate was backed up for 20 miles. From right where we were to right where we were going. Lovely. He missed all that though, and woke up in time to see the driveway coming up. A couple of hours on his Vsmile game and a light dinner finished out his day. I think he'll remember that one. The whole day just him and his daddy. He told me at the Chili's "Daddy, this is the best day of my life."
Any dads out there know you'll do about anything for that one sentence. Good time.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
As long as I'm here...
We're going back to our lake house for Memorial Day weekend. School's out and I'm taking off a couple of days so we can spend some time up there and not feel rushed. My kids seem to like the place as much as I always have I'm glad to see. When I was little it was kind of an adventurous place surrounded by dark woods, tall hills, briars, snakes and God knows what unearthly creatures. The wampas cat was a favorite story of my uncle Jack's - a cat with a head at both ends and no anus, so it was really mean.
Nowadays, I like the quiet and sense of removal from the rest of the world. Even though it's a lot more crowded up there now than it was 25 years ago, it's still not crowded. There are more houses lining the banks but you can still only see a few of them from our place, and those only dimly through the trees. When we're up there we have no schedule and don't care what time it is. There are 3 channels on the tv, 2 of which don't come in very well, and a few radio stations that can be received.
When we get up in the morning the kids are usually out on the screened-in back deck playing quietly. The only sounds are birds, tree frogs and the occasional whine of a boat engine going past out in the channel. We'll leave the sliding door open to let in the cool morning air while Joy and I cook some breakfast, then call the kids in to sit around the old table and eat. We may go walking along the dirt road after we eat - Joy and I just enjoying being out and the kids seeing what interesting rocks they can find - then go swimming in the afternoon off of the dock below our house in the cove. At night we may let the kids roast marshmallows over a small fire in the back yard after dinner, then put them down when it starts getting dark. Joy and I will sit up for another hour or so on the deck watching the dark, listening to the cicadas and just being together.
There's something indescribable about that place that I wish I could convey to someone reading this. Even though the road is paved over halfway in now and graded the rest of the way, there;s still that feeling of being AWAY. It's like a pocket in time where the rest of the world is there, but on the other side of some kind of membrane that isolates it from you. I can think of few better places for decompression.
We're going back to our lake house for Memorial Day weekend. School's out and I'm taking off a couple of days so we can spend some time up there and not feel rushed. My kids seem to like the place as much as I always have I'm glad to see. When I was little it was kind of an adventurous place surrounded by dark woods, tall hills, briars, snakes and God knows what unearthly creatures. The wampas cat was a favorite story of my uncle Jack's - a cat with a head at both ends and no anus, so it was really mean.
Nowadays, I like the quiet and sense of removal from the rest of the world. Even though it's a lot more crowded up there now than it was 25 years ago, it's still not crowded. There are more houses lining the banks but you can still only see a few of them from our place, and those only dimly through the trees. When we're up there we have no schedule and don't care what time it is. There are 3 channels on the tv, 2 of which don't come in very well, and a few radio stations that can be received.
When we get up in the morning the kids are usually out on the screened-in back deck playing quietly. The only sounds are birds, tree frogs and the occasional whine of a boat engine going past out in the channel. We'll leave the sliding door open to let in the cool morning air while Joy and I cook some breakfast, then call the kids in to sit around the old table and eat. We may go walking along the dirt road after we eat - Joy and I just enjoying being out and the kids seeing what interesting rocks they can find - then go swimming in the afternoon off of the dock below our house in the cove. At night we may let the kids roast marshmallows over a small fire in the back yard after dinner, then put them down when it starts getting dark. Joy and I will sit up for another hour or so on the deck watching the dark, listening to the cicadas and just being together.
There's something indescribable about that place that I wish I could convey to someone reading this. Even though the road is paved over halfway in now and graded the rest of the way, there;s still that feeling of being AWAY. It's like a pocket in time where the rest of the world is there, but on the other side of some kind of membrane that isolates it from you. I can think of few better places for decompression.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
Not this way.
Yeah, I know it's been a while since I posted. This is really bothering me enough to mention it, though. A man is possibly dying from a stroke and the main press coverage is that it may shift the balance in the Senate. I really want a Republican-held Senate but not by the death of Democrats. While I do wish some of them would just go away I don't wish this on any of them. Priorities, people.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Kanye should be proud...
and in fact he is. He is VERY proud of himself. Now if those stupid fans would just do what they're supposed to do and elect him the new God of All Creation everything would be fine. I mean, he would have been in the BIBLE if he was around back then. What were those idiot fans thinking?!
Friday, October 20, 2006
OK, fine...
It turns out the North Koreans did have a nuke that caused that tiny bang. It just fizzled.
And now their really sorry about that whole "we will go to war with our new nuclear arsenal" thing. If the US will just lay off those sanctions they promise to be good while we're looking. Really. Cross their little hearts. Just like when Clinton gave them all the nuclear technology they needed and lots of aid.
Yeah, just like that.
And now their really sorry about that whole "we will go to war with our new nuclear arsenal" thing. If the US will just lay off those sanctions they promise to be good while we're looking. Really. Cross their little hearts. Just like when Clinton gave them all the nuclear technology they needed and lots of aid.
Yeah, just like that.
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