Archive for August, 2006
That’s not what they said.
Posted by: | CommentsOn the way to school this morning, Talon heard the phrase “70’s porn mustache”.
“70’s porn MUSTANG??”, he yelled. “That must be the coolest, oldest mustang ever!”
I didn’t say anything, but I was dying on the inside.
There are no consequences for some.
Posted by: | CommentsBAKERSFIELD, California (AP) — A military shell given to a group of children by a neighbor exploded while they played with it, killing two children and injuring five others, police and witnesses said.Police were investigating the cause of Tuesday’s explosion, which damaged homes and forced neighbors to wrap bloodied and dazed children in blankets.”As you can imagine, this was a traumatic experience for the kids and their parents,” said Bakersfield Police Detective Greg Terry. “So it’s going to take a while to sort things out,”Andrew Etcheverry, 8, died at the scene, and Jeni Marie Klawitter, 7, died at the Kern Medical Center, the county coroner said.The victims, the oldest 12 years old, suffered minor to moderate injuries. Police had initially reported that six children were injured but determined that a girl thought to be hurt was not at the scene when it exploded.Frank Sendejo, who lives near the apartment complex where the explosion occurred, said Wednesday he had given a group of children a 40 mm shell. Police said they have talked with Sendejo.Sendejo told The Bakersfield Californian that he thought the shell was spent and often used it as a “conversation piece.” He said the firing pin and bottom shell casing had been removed, along with the gun powder inside.”I thought it was harmless,” he told the newspaper.
There have been no arrests or charges in the case
CNN.com – Man gives kids 40 mm shell to play with; 2 killed, 5 hurt – Aug 30, 2006
How have charges not been filed? A bartender serves a patron too much and they go out and kill someone in an accident, or kill themselves, and the bartender is responsible. This guy caused the death of two children. Where the hell is the disconnect here? I don’t get it.
I try to teach Talon that there are consequences to everything. They may be good or they may be bad. But for every action there is a reaction. I guess I am wrong.
I do not understand our “justice system”
Mustangs and everything but the kitchen sink
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There has been so much going on lately, I don’t think I even look at the computer when I am not working, so that leaves free “computer time” for posting or updating anything at a minimum. I do have to sort out Talon’s Colors for the site, but I probably won’t start or get to that until later this week.
The kitchen is slowly beginning to take form. There is actually room to move around in there a bit, and some cups and plates have even made their way back into the cupboards. Today’s goal is to get the old sink back in the new cabinet. We will be using that one temporarily until the new countertops are ordered and installed. Lately, I have been having to wash dishes in the extra bathroom. Uh, you think that’s a PITA? Damn right! I cannot wait to get the walls painted and the floor laid, by then it will be almost done, but just a bit of paint on the walls would make me feel like there will be an end to it all.
The weather has been shit hot. Uncomfortable to say the least. It’s just too friggin hot to get outside and play. That, and the mosquitos are still pretty heavy, so any outside play requires a lethal dousing of repellant, which stinks and is a PITA, and then you have to shower after you go outside because you A) stink from repellant and B) are drenched from sweating. Bah
Bring on the cooler weather, anytime!
So Talon is infatuated with Ford Mustangs. Did I say infatuated? I meant obsessed or crazy. I cannot seem to figure out which one it is. He points out every mustang and convertible vehicle he sees on the road. Yes, I mean every single one. It is definitely cool to see him wanting to learn about them, though. We go through just about every car we see, and he can identify just about every make of vehicle out there.
“Look dad, there’s a BMW”
“What else is it called?”, I ask.
“Beemer”, he responds.
The other nite for a “treat”, I took Talon up to the new Ford dealership on Walnut. Talon was in 6-year old heaven. We looked at the Ford GT, which is a totally hawt car! The new dealership is mostly inside so we were able to escape the heat for a bit, as well. Talon spent a lot of time sitting in the Mustang convertibles, “driving” as he puts it.
I am not /that/ big of a Mustang fan, but some of the cars there did look delish. Yeah, I said it.
So what else has been going on? I should start taking notes, since my memory is such crap.
Kate had a bit of a flood in her apartment at the beginning of the week. One of the hoses on the washing machine snapped, flooding out the second floor and leaving about 3 inches of water on the first floor. Ricky said he woke up around 3 am and heard all the water, but thought it was just raining outside. I stopped by later that morning. Wow! I don’t think I have ever seen that much water where it shouldn’t be! The apartment complex has put them up in the model for about 10 days while they repair the damage.
Last nite after running some errands, Talon and I stopped at Champps at Triangle Town Center for dinner. After eating everything we ordered (we were both hungry) we decided to order dessert, which is something we normally don’t do — neither one of us really has a sweet tooth. We ordered the “Mile High Pie”, I think the only words that can describe it are “Sugar Overload” Yeah, I think that definitely covers it. I’ve been playing around with digital video abit, and you can see the dessert by clicking below.
Ah well, I am off to fix a kitchen sink. While a bathtub offers a great deal of room for getting the dishes washed, it is a pain in the arse to use.
And for those of you that are notified when the blog is updated, I have decided to kill all the subscriptions. You will have to either subscribe to the RSS feed, or just visit the site on occasion to see if it has been updated. I apologize if that is an inconvenience for anyone, but I just feel like I am spamming people when I post. See you people are causing me guilt, shame on you! Ha, just kidding.
later all.
btw, Talon did get all greens this week
It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to
Posted by: | CommentsSo today I am 34 years old. uh.. yeah? Oh well, moving on…
Talon is off to school tomorrow for his first day of 1st grade. I am not sure who is more excited.
We had the teacher/parent/school orientation gig this past Thursday evening. His teacher is very nice. She seems like she will definitely keep him sorted and in line this year.
I guess I will be bringing Talon’s Colors back at the end of the week.
Ah well, It’s late early and I should get back to work.
Best present ever!
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This is what Talon gave me for my birthday. With a little help from my mother, of course. It’s great, read it. It will bring a tear to your eyes, either that or I’m just getting old. If you have trouble reading it, just click it and you can see the full size on flickr .
Today was a pretty uneventful day. Older birthdays just don’t seem to matter much. But what can I say? I are old.
ps. we rule!
Oh, another thing. I am thinking of removing the subscriber option to the blog. It makes me feel guilty that people are notified of my ramblings. I feel as though I am spamming people if I post more than a couple times a day. I guess subscribers have the option to drop off if they want.. So if you get tired of hearing from me, I won’t be offended if you drop off.
Peace out.
Too smart for first grade
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A first grade teacher, Mrs. Brooks was having trouble with one of her students.
The teacher asked, “Johnny what is your problem?”
Johnny answered, “I am too smart for the first Grade.
My sister is in the third grade and I am smarter than she is! I think
I should be in third grade too.” Mrs. Brooks had enough. She took
Johnny to the principal’s office.
While Johnny waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the
principal what the situation was.
The principal told Mrs. Brooks he would give the boy a test and if he
failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first
grade and behave. She agreed. Johnny was brought in and the
conditions explained to him and he agreed to take the test.
Principal: “What is 3 x 3?”
Johnny: “9.”
Principal: “What is 6 x 6 ?”
Johnny: “36.”
And so it went with every question the principal thought a third grade
should know. The principal looks at Mrs. Brooks and tells her, “I think
Johnny can go to the third grade.”
Mrs. Brooks says to the principal, “Let me ask him, some questions?”
The principal and Johnny both agree.
Mrs. Brooks: “What does a cow have four of that I have only 2 of?
Johnny, after a moment “Legs.”
Mrs. Brooks: What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?”
Johnny: “Pockets.”
Mrs. Brooks: “What starts with C and ends with T, is hairy, oval and
delicious and contains a whitish liquid?”
Johnny: “Coconut.”
Mrs. Brooks: “What goes in hard and pink and comes out soft and
sticky?”
The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the
answer, Johnny takes charge…..
Johnny: “Bubblegum.”
Mrs. Brooks: “What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down
and a dog does on 3 legs?”
The principal’s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer…..
Johnny: “Shake hands.”
Mrs. Brooks: “Now I will ask some ‘Who am I’ questions, okay?”
Mrs. Brooks: “You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me
up. I get wet before you do.”
Johnny: “Tent.”
Mrs. Brooks: “A finger goes inside me. You fiddle with me when you’re
bored. The best man always has me first.”
The principal was looking restless and a bit tense.
Johnny: “Wedding Ring.”
Mrs. Brooks: “I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver?”
Johnny; “Arrow.”
Mrs. Brooks: “What word starts with F and ends in K and means a lot of
heat and excitement?”
Johnny: “Fire-truck.”
The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, “Send
Johnny to College, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!”
Liquid in, Liquid out
Posted by: | CommentsHoly E. coli, batman! We’ve been invaded. You thought drinking the water in Mexico was all you had to worry about. Wrong! Now, drinking the water in precious Cary , can cause you to pee out your butt. You have been warned.
The Raddison has your number
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That’s right, the gig is up, they have your number. The beds at Raddison hotels are Sleep Number beds. Now what is that you ask? Surely you have seen the Bionic Woman on television pushing everyone to buy a sleep number bed so that they can sleep ever so peacfully. She says her number is a 35, I believe. And that she feels refreshed and energized. Dude!? She’s the bionic women, of course she feels refreshed when she wakes up. I imagine her system is slowly sapping electricity from the motor used to inflate the bed. If I had her bionicness, perhaps I would feel energized too! But alas, I do not. I feel like shit. My back aches and I was stiff as hell this morning when I awoke (I’m not talking about /that/ stiffness. sheesh).
So anyway, back to the beds. They are basically a glorified air mattress. They have two buttons, up and down arrows. Pressing up causes the bed to fill with air and become more firm. Pressing down allows air to escape from the bed giving you a softer feel to the mattress. And when you find that just so perfect spot, where everything feels cozy and all your worries melt away, well now you have your sleep number. *yawn*
Sleep Number bed = teh glorified and gussied up Aerobed
My sleep number = couch
The white zone is for the loading and unloading of passengers
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I am heading out in a few hours for a quick trip to Florida. I despise the process of flying. You would think in time it has gotten better. No, not
at all.
I should crush up some menthos and fill a cup with diet coke so they can take it from me and dump it all into the same bin. p00f. Now that would
be funny.
Guess I should go pack.










