maple and my new shoe...

some days...

Some days you win.
Some days you lose.
Some days it rains.

I didn't even dip my toe in the pool pool tonight. They had all the regulars so I just watched some then went home. Hey i still have my ass this week don't I...?

in hell...

There is a big meeting with no agenda that never ends... wireless doens't work and people will not stop talking and there are plates and napkins from the previous meeting's food just to remind you that you don't get food with your meeting...

oh lovely...

It was a lovely walk

See that photo. It was a great outing. The dogs ran, the kids ran and I walked. No I didn't get my heart rate up. No I didn't shoot anything I mean yes it's unincorporated snohomish Coutnty but please we are civilized...

Padfoot has trouble finding his ball if he loses sight of it. It's like he needs how own seeing eye dog. He likes pudding. He likes any kind of food actually. The kids and I had a nice dinner in the car and we listned to a ton of HP or Harry Potter (if you know where the name for our one dog comes from then you too enjoy HP.) The kids have to help him find the ball sometimes... poor dog.

No geocaching yet this year... I'll keep you posted.

kids and dogs...

Popover food porn

OK so I've been craving this for a while. Tonight I was making dinner for the kids and this is what we made together:



From scratch popovers. They were quite good and the highlight of our dinner.

Note that my stove top says "Hot Surface"... like come on do you have to tell people that the stove is hot. The STOVE is hot. OK ya maybe they say me coming, huh?

sometimes

It's good to play like you're a kid.

I ate a big ass bowl of fruit loops just now...Have you done that recently?

yum...

What's next fruity pebbles?

There are principals in the universe

I think one of them is no good deed goes unpunished. I actually don't buy this and I try to do a lot of good deeds. Sometimes when you bend over backwards for someone all they do is kick your ankles til you fall.

I've been doing some bending. I've even consulted with friends outside the situation and they say I'm bending way too far. I'm in agreement and I will bend less or not at all in the future.

dammit.

me...

the dog has goggles...

25 months down... 2 to go

Ya I'm purple today... It was on my birthday in 2004 and I can't freaking count how many times people have asked me, "when are those coming off?" Sometimes with the tone of I have something nasty stuck to my shoe, or theirs.

So this morning it was announced that I'm in the home stretch. Next appointment they are going to look and then if it looks good they are gonna fill my mouth with plastic crap (if it's not plastic, I really don't wanna know) then they will have my retainers made... ya read that post it's still like I'm 15.

When the braces come off I'm going to do a long retrospective as a whole lot has changed in my life since they went on. I've met new friends and my whole life has changed in oh so many ways. It's like I'm a whole new person... with straight teeth.

Look for that in May.

I believe in the church of billiards

Last night was great. Teague, Maria and I went to the parlor in Bellevue where we had the best table in the place. The food was good the service was great. The pool was awesome. Teague and I played tournament rules with the handicapping we would face in an actual match. I did ok when they first got there, then I slagged for a while and got my ass kicked by Teague and then when I came around again I was doing much better.

The closest thing I have to religious experience (that will make it into this blog) is that natural bank from 18 feet away. Yes that's up and back all the way on a nine foot table and it just feels right. So perfect so satisfying. Click...

The place is crowded and getting more popular, I hope they start taking reservations soon so I don't have to go at 4:00 in the afternoon to avoid a long wait...

Even your food is a rental...

So I was boostin' some wireless off of the king county library system and thus was in a library. I know I usually hate the library. I can't stand the library. They piss me off. I like to keep my books I'm fucking stingy ok. Get over it. I buy my freakin books or I borrow them off my unsuspecting friends who never get them back. (If I've borrowed a book from you and not returned it well this is your notice: fuck you you're not getting back. OK that's a sum total of one of you so if you comment calling me a fucker maybe I'll give you your god damn book back on friday when I see you for lunch.)

So I'm in the library digressing. I see this book out. I'm not making this up. I mean holy fuck I don't think I could make this up. The book was titled:

I'm Made of Mama's Milk.

OK excuse me. First off it's a book for babies. It's one of those board books so judging from the edge of it it had like 7 or 8 pages. Was there a fold out in the middle? Was this porn for the nursing? I didn't touch it people. Oh I so wasn't going to touch that. It might as well have been well marked contact poison from deepest South America. No sir an adult male in the library picking up I'm made of Mama's Milk I fucking don't think so.

Is it that we are setting the kids up for "have" and "have not" at a much earlier age? When I was in 6th grade some kids had Izod shirts and some kids didn't. My parents... well let's leave them out of this... I didn't. I didn't even try. I wore whatever the fuck I had and called it good. Some kids tried to have knock off aligators such as kangaroos (also wrestled by prominent Aussies and therefore "kewl") um no the rich kids harshed on them even more than they did the likes of me. Course I was in ohio with a southern fucking accident and JR "Fucking" Ewing had just been shot on TV so little pieces of embroidered aligators were the last of my worries huh.

So what it's going to be at toddler group: oh he's an Infamil baby he's gonna turn into a cow or a big ass soy bean when he grows up. I was on the Teat I'm so not a forumla baby my god wouldn't you just DIE?

Also what a bitch of a sexist thing to say. I'm made of Mamma's Milk. Let's be fair people come on.

The correct title should read: I'm Mama's Milk and Daddy's SEMEN.

Bite This

OK you're thinking I'm about to go off one some stranger. You're thinking (and rightly so by my usual mindless babble) that I'm going to go bite this or bite that about this or that meaningless encounter I had in the kitchen where someone did a rinse and spit in the sink. Nope. Sorry to disappoint.

I got an invitation to a pre dinner at a new Wild Sushi/Asian Tapas restaraunt in seattle from my good and old friend (yes Stan we're both old now) Stan. Stan's wife and brother are opening the most amazing place I've seen in a long time. The food was stellar. I ate eel for the first time ever and it was fantastic with avacado.

That wasn't the best part. No. The best part was seeing many old friends from long ago. Years ago on outlook. Jason, Brian, and Stan all got to meet my friend Gina (who taught me to really eat sushi)

I had to get home to my kids so we didn't stay past the meal being finsihed, but I wish we could have stayed and talked more.

Check out BITES don't miss it!

A great place and great food and great people.

it's all about the crazy isn't it.

I want to go on another crazy trip with Jon. We talked about it today. I'll keep you posted if we go and if we do oh you know... it'll be crazy.

i like pudding

My pool play was less than stellar. I got my ass kicked. Clock cleaned. fucked. And not in a good way.

Click

I'm off to shoot pool tonight. Wish me luck. Another thing I love about pool is that there are no pocket aces or king highs to deal with. When it's my turn it's a whole new table, a new configuration of balls, me and my stick.

OK I do like how obscene the terms are. I'm going to get a new shaft because my tip isn't performing. Lovely.

ok this is freaking funny

I enjoyed this a shit ton.

maybe it's the sound

There is something so soothing about pool. I don't mean a large body of water created artificially in the back of one's home. I mean with the big green table and the balls and the cue sticks... I just love it. Maybe it's the ritual of addressing the ball. Maybe it's the sound of the ball just barely falling into the pocket. Maybe.

The surreal deli

So I decided to back to Roxy's Deli today for lunch. (Yes while driving there I thought about the incident the last time I went there.) I did just an awesome job parallel parking. I was so fucking pleased with my Ohio Learning to drive ass (They didn't teach *me* to parallel park at all) So when I managed to pull my larger vehicle into the spot I was so happy with myself. I went right into the deli and it looked wrong. All wrong. It was like a bar and I freaked out. As in not I was frothing at the mouth or anything bug I walked the fuck back out and say the sign said "roxy's" so I went back in. There was a woman playing a violin (she still is) and it wasn't a deli at all. It was a bar. I waited to be seated and I was told "anywhere is fine" so I went in the back corner next to a guy eating eggs and a bagel with ketchup who had a NY Yankees T-shirt on. OK it's the travel warp out east. Except the people aren't rude. So the place totally looks wrong. I had been in there before (see the link above) and now the furniture is more upscale and well no it isn't. I like live blogging because I'm right here typing it. My server "cat" is walking around filling up coffee for people and I ate a bite of my pickle just moments ago. Weird. Dude is bussing the NY Yankee guy (who left)'s table. But I'm ahead of myself. I asked Cat what the fuck was up and did they remodel like last month. She explained they had. She also told me I'm not the only one who walked the hell back out and back in thinking they were in the wrong place. So phew on that one. I had a lovely Reuben sandwich with a salad and pickle. I think I ate too much as my stomach is a little bit on fire right now. Maybe it's all the coke I've been drinking. Who knows?

Last night I spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out what the square root of ten was. That was also weird. Huh? Don't comment on the blog telling me it happens to be: 3.16227766 because yes I have a calculator right now and last night I was laying in bed trying to iterate to it in my head.

Ikea floods

That was the Ikea parking lot on Saturday afternoon when Gina and I went to pick out a new coffee table for my library. As I was checking out the fire alarm went off, but nobody evacuated. I just wanted my stuff. There was obviously construction going on when we got there, but apparently while that was going on this pipe burst and what I assume was the sprinkler system had just a ton of water coming down. No cars there or anything just a bunch of guys with blue vests on trying to hold back this flood with a bunch of squigees (sp?) Fun times. I had to take a photo...

in early on a saturday

It's really cool to come into work on Saturday. There isn't anybody here (obviously because they have lives) and so I get a shit ton done. It helps me keep up, obviously.

sick today

I would tell you about the dr. but it just wasn't very funny. OK it was shocking how fast they got me in at this new office, again not funny.

I confirmed that I am in fact what I thought my weight was. So that's good.

I imagine tomorrow I'll be feeling much better.

is this thing on?

We're still shaking out the ftp service... so testing U2 style: 1, 2, 3, 14...

I love my job

OK I just love that I can be having a totally serious conversation and in it little nuggets like this come out of my mouth, "No seriously this is one bug, but it is one big fuck off bug."

Other good things that come to mind are "Well J.R. it's because god hates you and you didn't sacrifice the chicken, now did you?" To which I replied, "No, Matt I used a fucking goat actually." Matt insightfully said, "Oh bringing out the big guns."