I like to keep these things going because they’re relatively cool.  Here’s the rules:

For those bloggers that I’m going to inflict this on, here are the rules: You take your folder in which you keep your digital photos, choose the fourth folder, then the fourth picture. Explain. Tag four people.
all dressed up with two big sticks!

This is Aidan and I in front of the tree, right after I surprised him with his Gi and Hakama.  You have to understand this is a HUGE deal for him.  We started Kendo in the spring and have been waiting until Sensei thinks we’re experienced enough to wear the uniform.  He didn’t know he was getting it until about 15 min before this was taken.  I’m so proud of him.

Okay, now I have to tag four people.  Mammadawg, Hunter’s Wife, Raging Dad, and Movin Down the Road

and I’m not just choosing their blogs because I want to pick on them, they’re really well written too, so give them a read.

Happy Holidays

Well, this has been an interesting week to say the least.  Nice and short for work, didn’t work Friday, and I’m off Monday as well so that’s pretty coolio.  Let me take it back a few days.

Woke up Wednesday and worked a half day, mostly moving stuff around on a server to try to get some other things in place.  Annoyingly, it resisted all attempts to make me look like DA MAN, and made me look more like DA IDIOT instead.  Ever work on something and you know it’s gonna be something so small and simple you’re going to smack yourself?  Yeah, that’s what Mon, Tue, and Wed were like.  It’s tough right now because my job is so many different things.  ANYWAY….

Worked until about 1, when I decided enough was enough and I needed to help Fae get things in order to get ready to come to my folx on Long Island.  Fae was asked to make two pecan pies and a batch of her candied yams.  The pies went off without much of a hitch, and turned out delicious – but I get ahead of myself.  We’re in the kitchen, Aidan and his friend and Gillian are upstairs, and Fae’s mixing up the yams with all the good stuff, and goes to drop the butter into the mixture.  She had heated it up in a bowl in the microwave, and proceeded to let it drip into the side of the running mixer.  Now, keep in mind – this is a not a small little machine so it was on high, hauling it’s blender bits around in a frenzy.

Problem is, the dish had some melted butter on the side.  Yeah, it dropped in.  And you can probably guess what happened next.  The bowl rattled the mixing bowl off the track, slung orange goop everywhere and if that wasn’t bad enough, it SHOT the bowl back right at my wife’s eye.  She was trying to get the bowl out, I’m trying to reach over her to shut the machineFromHell down, and WHAM!  Thankfully, it cut into her eyebrow and not her eyeball.  Nothing broke, strangely enough, and so she ended up with a nice little slice just below her eyebrow.  So I help her sit down and put pressure on it, because it’s bleeding a LOT for such a small cut, and turn around to look at the kitchen.

If she hadn’t been so hurt, I would have been howling.  There was orange crap EVERYwhere except the ceiling.  And my poor wife is sitting on the floor, putting pressure on her eye, never realizing that she is covered in candied yams.

No Tex for you!

Teixiera signs with Yankees

at first I was pissed, but then I thought about it.  Boston isn’t about long contracts – look at what happened with Manny?  Who, btw, I am convinced will sign with NYY as well and GOOD.  Enjoy!  Watching that clusterf&*k with all of those personalities will be very funny.  This might work out well.  Hopefully, this will allow us to sign Derek Lowe.

Now…what to do.  

Hey Mike (lowell), all I gotta say is you better get fit this winter dude.

Naked Men on the hill

No, I was not happy about it either.

I’m lying on the couch yesterday, reading a book, the kids are upstairs watching TV, when I hear my daughter yell, “Dad, there’s a naked guy out on the hill!”  There is a hill behind our house that kids sled on, so I looked out the window, saw some kids, one of which had a tan overall on, so I figured it was just her catching it wrong.

“He’s not naked honey, he’s just wearing brown pants.”

And that was the end of it, so I thought.

They go out to sled an hour or so later, and go to get their friends first.  I am in the kitchen and can see them coming down the path towards the hill.  I see some activity on the hill, so I looked.

And there, standing BUCK Naked except for his shoes is a kid and a sled.  I think he was maybe 14, and totally butt ass naked.  He was indian, hence the dark skin my daughter saw.  It was NOT the kid in the tan coverall, he was standing next to him, laughing his ass off.

Rage.  Pure and simple.  I’m a very non-confrontational man, and in hindsight, I should have just brought my kids inside with their friends and called the police.  I didn’t think, I just stormed out in a pair of sweats, a tshirt, and my boots.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?” I screamed at the top of my lungs standing on the hill.  He’s down at the bottom laughing with his friends.  Needless to say, he stopped laughing.  He didn’t answer tho.

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” I screamed at him and his friends.  “What the hell are you thinking?”

“No one was around, no one could see.” he said meekly.

“REALLY?” I shouted.  (You have to realize, I don’t shout).  “I can see you from my Fucking WINDOW!  Get the hell out of here, all of you before I call the police”

“Don’t punish my friends for something I did sir.” he said, again, meekly.

“You, shut up.  You” I said, wheeling on his friend.  “Do you think it’s legal to be standing outside naked?  Do you think it was okay for him to be doing this?”  He just dropped his eyes and shook his head.

“All of you, get the hell out of here before I do something you’ll regret that will make me feel a lot better.”

They ran needless to say.  And Conan the Barbarian stood on the hill top, beating his chest, feeling very manly.

Now….WTF?  The only thing I can think of is it was a dare gone bad, but if you think about it, he did it more than once obviously.  Would you have done anything like this?  On a bright sunny day, with condo’s all around with big windows?

Dude, I hate to say it, but WTF is with kids today???

Hatin it!!! No Tex for you!

Looks like the Red Sox, who were thought to be the front runners in the Mark Texiera sweepstakes, are out of the running.


I was really hoping that we’d pick him up for 1st base, trade Lowell, and move Youk to 3rd, and somehow ditch Lugo and have Lowrie play short.  Yeah, well, that doesn’t look like it’s happening.  I have a feeling he’s either going to go to the Nationals or the Oroiles, or maybe stay in LA with the Halos.  I’m officially going to put a hit out on him if he goes to the Yankees.

A season of giving

So here we are, rushing out to the stores to buy load of new crap that our kids don’t really need, and at least 1/3 of which will sit on the shelf unplayed with, or maybe once.  I understand the notion that it’s almost like a reward for a year of being good, and sharing among adults to show how you feel about them and all that nostalgic bullshit.

Can you tell this season drives me a little nuts?  It’s not about the religious part of all the holidays for most of the people out there, it’s about giving Little Tommy and Little Susie more than they need or could possibly want because they want it and as their parents, you have to give it to them.

Here’s my idea for taking back the holiday and making it about giving.  Plus, as an added bonus, you’ll teach your kids a cool lesson.

Find a box – come on, you just assembled 100 pieces of crap that’s going to break xmas day or the day after, you know you have one.  Make it a substantial box if you can.  Now, get out the markers, crayons, paper, glue, and scissors.  Tell the kids that they are going to decorate the box for the season – snowflakes, menorahs, trees, other holiday crap like that – and write in big letters on the sides – “The Giving Box”.  That’ll keep them busy, encourage them to make it as colorful and elaborate as possible.

Now, here comes the cool part.  Have the kids take the box (and if you have more than one kid, you can do more than one box), and put it in the middle of their room.  Their next job, is to FILL IT with stuff they haven’t played with in a long time, or stuff they don’t want.  See if they can bring it all the way up to the top of the box, so you can tape it shut.

Now, find a charity/orphanage/church/streetcorner in your neighborhood where you know you’ll be able to give all of these toys that have been sitting around to a child who isn’t going to get anything this holiday season.  Let your kids cast offs become a light in a kids day who isn’t expecting anything.

The giving is not from you, it’s from your kids, so try to figure out a way for them to carry it in, or give it to someone, or come up with who they will give it to.  Leave it somewhere you know it’ll be appreciated.

There are benefits to this whole thing too – the kids have less crap, their rooms are cleaner, and they make room for all of the stuff they’re about to get in a few days.  This is a great weekend to do it, so go for it.  Don’t wait for spring cleaning to toss this stuff.  Give the kids the real reason for “The season of giving”.

we’re on the road to nowhere…

My daughters 3rd grade fieldtrip to a museum? Sure, ill chaperone:)

Got to the school this morning and piled onto the bus. Wow, I forgot how loud 22 3rd graders can be. Thankfully I got to sit up front. Cool museum with a good native american exhibit(which is what they are studying) so I did learn some neat things.

Problem is, we’re on the bus, and the kids are louder than on the way here, and we’ve been driving around lost for 20 min. I finally moved up front, told her where to go, and now we’re finally on our way back.

Now all I need to do is:
A) not kill the little monster kicking my seat.
B) not scream at the whiny little girl in front of me
C) not die of starvation

It’s a good thing I love my daughter….

Why I hate the holidays

The kitchen in our office has three tables. On the one closest to the place where I get my water, is boxes of reeses PB cups and mini York Peppermint Patties. Need I say more?

yeah, will power? Sorry, I left that in my other suit.

It’s about the little things

Is my son as psyched to be in Cooperstown as I am?  I’m not sure.  He sure is acting it, but I think he’s more psyched to be hanging out with A, his son D, and me all on a boys weekend.  And you know what?  I’m totally cool with that.  I always thought that my kids would play soccer and baseball and swim and be as physical as I was growing up.  Aidan’s a funny kid.  At first, like baseball, I thought he might be getting into japan and stuff related to it because he wanted to be like his old man.  And again, he might have been at first, but I think he’s really gotten and embraced things about it, that fit in line with my view of it, and then again, he might be slightly skewed in his likes and dislikes.

We’re definitely having a good time in kendo together – partially because it’s something he and I can do together, and partially because it’s really fucking cool 🙂  Sensei is going to give us our gi and hakama on Wed, but he doesn’t know that.  I’m going to grab it from her and stash it in my car and let him open at our house when we celebrate in front of the tree.  [Big shout out to our friend J for the help on the hakama.  He’ll thank you after he tries it on, meanwhile, maybe you can come and give us instrutions on how to fold it? ;)]

It’s about being appreciated.  I had a bad day the other day, and my boss got the feeling that I might be looking for another job and really reached out to make sure I knew how much he valued me and my work.  It was really nice to hear, and I was in my car, I pulled over and called him right away – “WHOA!  No, I had a shitty day, that never even crossed my mind!”  Which is the total truth, but then again, who in their right mind would be moving jobs at this point in the economy?  I love my job.  Fuckin HATE my commute, but the job itself is challenging and rewarding in itself.  And most importantly, I have one 🙂


Last year, right after the Red Sox had won the World Series, I was lucky enough to go to the Baseball Hall of Fame.  My best friend and I went and came home to two very upset kids, our sons.  So a few months ago, A asked me if I wanted to go back again, this time with the boys.

Duh?! 🙂

Leaving tomorrow am with Aidan to go pick up A’s son D, going up to Albany, picking A up at the airport, and driving out to Cooperstown.  We’re gonna spend a few hours walking around town, maybe pick up some souvenirs, grab a bite to eat while talking about baseball the whole time, and then head back to the hotel and let the boys swim for a while before crashing.  We’re going to go over to the Hall first thing Sunday and spend the day, be back Sunday evening sometime.  Gotta love a chance to hang out with your buddy, your kid, and talk baseball for two days 🙂