Thursday, August 30, 2007

And now, news from Kenosha!

First one: Close-up of Jake making kissy-face.

Second: Mommy (Kate) intently watching crappy movies on tv.

Photos taken by Big Sis, who misses her boys.

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

modeling the new shoes! Robeez! (Thanks Natalie!)

Saul R "Tarzan" Statman - in his sailor outfit.

Napping with his dad (me)

Because Ninjas are better

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

5:30am put Sara on a plane to go help out her sister for a week.

Tarzan and I are home. We'll try not to burn the place down.

But understand, I will be loopy for the rest of the week.


5:30am put Sara on a plane to go help out her sister for a week.

Tarzan and I are home. We'll try not to burn the place down.

But understand, I will be loopy for the rest of the week.


Monday, August 27, 2007

What a weekend! I am not sure where to begin. Saturday night Sara and I went to Dale & Joan's for some spectacular ribs. Well, she had skrimps, but I had ribs. Yum

Then yesterday I went to the California State Fair with Matt, Phil & Tracey.

it was hot, dusty, and seemed to be about 95% booths selling things I should not eat. They had Fried Coke. I have no clue how you deep fry a liquid, and I did not want to know.

Some pix

Tracey is applying sunscreen

Tracey is applying sunscreen, no, RLY

We moved a row marker thing, and got front row, rock star parking (by breaking the RULES)

Phil recently had some ankle surgery, and opted to go with the wheelchair.

Rachel made a new friend. His name is Bob, he is one of the Budweiser Clydesdales. Now? all boys have a new standard to live up to.

Matt made a friend, note, she is blonde

trying the "drunk simulation goggles"

Wanted to make another blonde friend, but she was too busy being cool

gotta Represent, yo!

The Zipper. This is my favorite ride evAr. I rode with Phil, then he got to go again with Matt.
To quote from a website:
"The Zipper is the standard measuring stick to which all other "scary" rides are measured - if your body can handle two and a half minutes on the Zipper, you can handle any other ride on a carnival midway. The ride is lean, mean - and very rarely clean. It's also one of the few rides that hasn't been copied by any other ride manufacturer."

More about the zipper:
"The combination of its location, its condition, and the virtuosity of its motley collection of ride ops provided for an unsurpassed impression of peril. I've had several garden variety near-death experiences, including being hit by cars, attacked by dogs, mauled by farm equipment, and, once, grazed in the face by a bullet. Only two times, however, have I really considered myself to be on the threshold of a violent, ugly death. Once was on an airplane that appeared destined for a crash-landing. The other was during my first ride on the Coney Island Zipper. To feel, all at once, the fragility of the mortal coil is an intense, revealing experience. On the plane, I felt resigned to my fate and grateful that my brief life had in many respects exceeded my expectations. On Zipper, in the midst of a seemingly endless forward free-spin, I felt blind, animal panic; even though I knew the odds favored my survival, I could not bring logic to bear on the sensations I was experiencing. That's something I probably won't get to experience again from a $3.00 flat ride..."

all in all, a good day at the fair.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Shout out for Pops & Uncle Irv!

Full article here.

And for my pal Flash? Brad sends this!

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

ok, tarzan is driving me crazy sometimes

but this lady? she should have stopped at one.

her web auction

lead to her blog

which led to this photo


Tuesday, August 21, 2007

Yesterday, I had a "Joe" moment. It is simple, but it made me feel very good. Tia Julia brought a used rolling Xylophone for Saul. When he pulls it, the wheels drive a gear with clappers, and it makes noise.

We had a wonderful chat about my desire for finding more "manually activated" toys, and she came through. There is nothing electronic here, and he loves it. Pulls it around and giggles.

But? it did not have the 'mallet' for banging on the other notes.

In an inspired "Joe moment" I MADE one! Yes, I went out to the shop, cut and sanded a dowel, drilled through for the pull cord, then cut and sanded a rectangular block. Drilled a smaller hole, and drove the dowel into it.

I KNOW this is simple, but it felt great.

Tied it to the plastic cord, and now he can use it to pull, plus as a mallet to bang on the notes.


Today I dropped my Royal Enfield off with Ken, for an oil change, tune up, and possibly conversion so the transmission will run oil, not grease.

Then we took the sidecar to Louis at El Gato interiors, for a re-do of the upholstery.

The Tuff Shed is delivered tomorrow. Sprinkler bits went in today. the yard is getting closer.

Monday, August 20, 2007

YAY backyard silliness. Okay, to address some comments:
have no envy, it is driving me to the poorhouse
i wish it was like a stamp
if you double click the image, it gets bigger

now? photos

Congrats Kate & Greg!

7 lbs 1 ounce
19 ½ inches long

and now? Tarzan the Poop Man!

Tarzan the Sailor Man!

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Monday, August 13, 2007

Apparently, taking after his uncle, Tarzan decided a visit to the ER would be fun.

I am not sure if he met any of yesterday's criteria, but I want to HOPE he was trying to impress the chicks.

He managed to jump off of, or onto (I'm not sure which) a wooden schoolbus play structure inside the daycare. By the way, this is one of his favorite places, when I drop him off, he crawls, or now walks, immediately, to it, and pretends to drive.

Anyhow, they called Sara, who called me. I was driving to pick him up anyhow, so I got there a little faster. He had a little blood on the corner of his left eye.

I think the ladies at daycare were more freaked out than Saul. I managed to reassure them with some jokes about how he is a professional stuntman, and it runs in the family.

We calmly drove to Good Samaritan ER, where I took these blurry phonecam pix, and we waited for mom, and triage nurse.

The nurse happened to see a doctor walking by, grabbed her, and VOILA! Like magic, she was a plastic surgeon. Dr. Melody Lynd. one word. FABULOUS! She instantly recognized Tarzan's devilishly handsome demeanor, and obviously dashing stunt man sense of adventure.

She described what may have happened, and how she would address it. He has a check-mark laceration on the outside corner of his left eye. There is a tendon there, that can control the movement of the eye, some muscle tissue that affects the shape of the skin outside the eye. She wanted to be sure the tendon was not damaged, so he did not get all cock-eyed, and she wanted to be sure the muscle was properly aligned with the skin, so he did not get all droopy on the outside. More facial laceration info here!

WOW. I mean WOW. She had a solid, positive method of communicating, calming, and getting us prepared. Adrian, the assistant came in with a papoose board, they wrapped Tarzan up, held his head, and Dr. Lynd debrided the area, put in 3 stitches like a pro, bandaged him up, and we were ready to go. WOW.

again, sorry for blurry phonecam pix, but here he is stitched and bandaged.

We came home, and he was having nothing to do with resting, he wanted to go go go. Fed him, then went to the grocery for food for me & Sara, while Mike & Evvie stopped by to check up.

Mom & Dad dinner? rainbow pasta swirlies (I forgot what they are called) in an alfredo garlic sauce, with shrimp. salad, and ? Mexicorn! I *heart* mexicorn. sweet AND zesty? how could you go wrong?

After dinner, (8pm) here he is, standing on the coffee table with Sara. You can see the swelling, and he is gonna have a heck of a shiner tomorrow.

and at 9, before bed, with teddy, helping re-adjust mom's computer.

he is standing in the swivel chair (OSHA violation)
he is using the mouse WHILE playing with an electrical plug
he turns to throw the mouse at me (daddy violation)
and, finally, a shot of his face. poor baby, he is gonna have a HUGE black eye tomorrow.

All Hail teh cuteness!

THIS is what happens when the man goes wild.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

photographic mayhem.

But first, a shout out to my Uncle Irv, who finally realized how fun it is!

he apparently took a dive down some stairs. Remember, it is ONLY cool if you meet the following:

A) Were there chicks nearby that would have been impressed?
B) did a buddy say "I dare you"?
C) Money (bet or other payment)
D) Last thing you said was "hey Bubba, check this out"

Now since I do not believe ANY of these criteria were met, It was simply an accident.

All my wishes to get well soon, I hope the broken bones heal quickly. Till then, Milk the crutches for all the sympathy you can get.

We now return to photographic mayhem? Sara wanted to use the scanner to grab some hekka cute pic of the kid, which I will put up later. First, silliness!

Me, as a baby:

Me with too much facial hair (1994 i think)

Working on the mighty Yamaha RD400 race bike (Oak Hill Raceway, Henderson, TX 1986)

At the gravesite of Billy the Kid (2000)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

our man walks down the hall - August 5

and he is building confidence, walking farther, and with more purpose!

Last night we rode bicycles from our house to Tacos and back. He enjoyed the ride out, but was cranky on the way home. Sara mounted a bell to the handlebars, and today after work we went for a spin. He figured out the bell, would ring it, then giggle hysterically. Will try to get some bicycle footage soon.

Plus uploaded more pics to the Flickr page.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

you know the motivational posters? well, I prefer the DE_motivational posters,

but someone make MOTORCYCLE posters!

the Gixxer in the river is balls.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

The back yard is ripped up! The fence between us and Jackie is gone, the shed is gone, the big tree in the center of the yard is gone, lots of the concrete is coming out. We are under remodel at the moment!

We went to SF on Saturday, to visit my cousin Caryn & her husband Joe, who were in town for business. It was an amazingly fun trip. Tarzan got carted all over the city, and seemed to have a pretty good time.

We lunched at Butterfly by pier 30. if you get the chance, I highly recommend it. The American Kobe Beef Burger with Bacon Jam was swell. And Saul enjoyed the french fries.

Then walked past Pier 39, saw the Bush Man, walked around many shops with the famous $12 fleece, then walked up to Chinatown, shopped around there, but mainly walked, Wile Saul slept. Finally back to the hotel to rest a bit, clean him up and feed him.

For dinner, we were headed out for sushi, but the restaurant looked a little, well, icky? Sanitized, I dunno. it looked less fun than hoped. And we ended up at a small Italian restaurant in North Beach. Where Tarzan charmed the wait staff by tasting my red wine, then DEMANDING more. He was beating the table and grabbing for the glass.

Halfway through our dinner he got cranky and whiney. Of course, a whole day out and about, he was tired. But it is more fun to hypothesize that he is really? a mean drunk! :D

Who slept like a stone on the drive home.

This morning I went to Hollister and rode the dirt bike. Woo HOO it was fun. got home, cleaned up, Sara, Tarza, Matt & I rode bicycles to Pearl River Chinese for dinner, and rode home. Tarzan likes the bicycle.

I'm sore and tired. its bed time

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