Saturday, January 31, 2009

this just in from the amazing Dr. Whozat

Ole and Sven die in a snowmobiling accident, drunker than skunks, and go to Hell. The Devil observes that they are really enjoying themselves.

He says to them, "Doesn't the heat and smoke bother you?"

Ole replies, "Vell, ya know, ve're from nordern Michigan, da land of snow an ice, an ve're yust happy fer a chance ta varm up a little bit, don't ya know."

The devil decides that these two aren't miserable enough and turns up the heat even more. When he returns to the room of the two guys from the UP, the devil finds them in light jackets and hats, grilling Walleye and drinking beer.

The devil is astonished and exclaims, "Everyone down here is in abject misery, and you two seem to be enjoying yourselves."

Sven replies, "Vell, ya know, ve don't git too much varm veather up dere at da UP, so ve've yust got ta haff a fish fry vhen da veather's dis nice."

The devil is absolutely furious. He can hardly see straight. Finally he comes up with the answer. The two guys love the heat because they have been cold all their lives. The devil decides to turn all the heat off in Hell.

The next morning, the temperature is 60 below zero, icicles are hanging everywhere, and people are shivering so bad that they are unable to wail, moan or gnash their teeth. The devil smiles and heads for the room with Ole and Sven.

He gets there and finds them back in their parkas, bomber hats, and mittens. They are jumping up and down, cheering, yelling and screaming like mad men.

The devil is dumbfounded, "I don't understand, when I turn up the heat you're happy. Now it's freezing cold and you're still happy. What is wrong with you two?"

They both look at the devil in surprise and say, "Vell, don't ya know; if Hell is froze over, dat must mean da Cardinals von da Super Bowl!"

Friday, January 30, 2009

arm not broke, not even sprained! all is well

Sara called me at 3 today, asking if I could go pick him up, as Saul fell and hurt his arm at scribbles, and they were not sure what happened

of course I bolted out of the office like my ass was on fire

if my kid is hurt?
every-fucking-thing else in the world STOPS till we know what is wrong, what needs to be done to make it better. its like, I heard 'maybe hurt" and I was GONE - 75mph down Lawrence not-Expressway with a single point of focus till I saw him

at scribbles he was holding his wrist, and was very quiet, and said he had an owie

they said he fell, but no one saw what happened, but then he started saying it hurt


I looked and poked, and it looked okay to me, but we went to Dr. Contini's anyhow
and in the truck, he was saying it hurt a little but it did not stop him from holding a cookie with it, and eating

so got to doc, sat and waited a little, and he was playing with toys, manipulating things, etc. I knew he was mostly ok

when doc walked in, he held up his right hand, and said "I have an OWIE" and pointed to his wrist

so they felt and poked and prodded and said he is ok

They speculate what happened was probably he fell, it hurt a little, everyone over-reacted, he got caught up in it

so the doc's pronouncement?

more drama than trauma

I like it

We are all home and safe, he drank some bottle with Sara and was snoring by 8:30

I'll watch the wrist over the next day or so, but doubt it will be anything. Maybe he will remember, and stop jumping off things? nah....

Taking my shoes off like a big boy!

and they go over here
odd note, the shoes under the stool on the right side are mommies, not daddys, I learned, I put mine away :-P

putting shoes away in the shoe box

Check out my socks!

escape artist practice at Eric & Lissa's


no, really, yesterday's post WAS spot-on, and NO, I do not want to talk about it!


But, if I ever wanted to write my own star trek episode, I'd go to this flowchart!

Now in the news anyone MAY want to hear about,

Saul woke up this morning, and said in a clear voice

"C'mon guys, turn it down."

I asked him what he replied

"Turn the radio down, it is TOO loud!"

he must have been having crazy dreams, but it was hilarious funny

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Humorous story illustrating the communication differences between men and women. (Thanks Tom)



Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it.

Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.

On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent.

Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep - I cried. I don't know what to do.

I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else. My life is a


My motorcycle wouldn't start today, but at least I got laid.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

wooden toys!

whenever I'm in India, or friends are coming up, I place orders for some fabulous Channapatna wooden toys for my kid.

Wood. solid, vegetable paints, and? I am an adult, I play with my son, we can tell if the stuff is too beat to use.

when I am in Chennai, this is the place:
Cane & Bamboo Indian Handicrafts
# 45, Ethiraj Salai
Egmore, Chennai, Tamilnadu 600008, India
044 28211649‎

they buy from Maya Organic, a wonderful cooperative that helps teach people to work, build, and live well in the modern world. And? they have really cool toys.

if anyone knows a US dealer, pls let me know! :)

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Temple Sinai Pre-School! Feb 9! Transitions are happening.

hoo yay!

Monday, January 26, 2009

don't go ninja-ing someone what don't need ninja-ing

Saturday, January 24, 2009

I heard something on NPR the other day, that will just NOT leave me alone.

P.W. Singer was talking about his new book, "Wired For War"

Exploring the ethics of autonomous robots in war. There is an entire conference dedicated to this, as well as legal council.

ok ok ok, let me distill this.

companies are building killing machine robots, capable of operating autonomously.


now I have a computer running windows, it messes up all the time. and is NOT controlling .50 cal machine guns capable of ripping me to bits

I do NOT want people out there building death dealing robots, if there is a bug or glitch, oopsie? bunch of dead people. bunch of live robots.

this IS the stuff of my nightmares


Thursday, January 22, 2009

Dear Netflix,

I have 1 more DVD in my queue, when it is done, so are you. Our relationship has mostly been pleasant. But lately, it has not been so good.

You just do not have many new releases. The discs that do come? a little banged up. 3 of the past 5 discs have been so badly scratched they were unplayable. Of course I do not find that out till I am 30 minutes into the movie. It's like a bad high school date. Then I have to wait a few days for a replacement?

New releases, that means, well, this year. I am tried of seeing 84 new dvds about some celebrity fitness dance project. Or tv series I do not watch.

and? at $18.95/month, I am beginning to feel I am not getting my money's worth.

Understandably, you are working on "NEW" technology, that lets people immediately play their rentals on the computer. Guess what? I don't care. I want a steady stream of new movies. NEW, meaning, NEW. New, like the stuff they have at Blockbuster.

It appears you don't like or value me that much anymore, because when there ARE new releases? you tell me "very long wait". Why? We've been together since October of '04. But someone new is more important to you.

Well, I have not been watching that much lately, so I think after the last DVD is sent back? We will go our seperate ways.



Wednesday, January 21, 2009

President - NINJA!

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Tuesday, January 20, 2009


Sunday, January 18, 2009

yes Sara, dear, I know you throw everything away, recycle it, donate it. i know.

But I like things. things that remind me of good times, good memories, etc. I still have the shirt with a cow on the front that was given on my birthday, that I wore till it was so think and threadbare, i still cannot get rid of it.

Chris Thomas has a photo of me in my racing leathers with the cow's eye visible, says it looked like the cow was guiding me around the track....

anyhow, tangential,
I just returned from a sunday ride at Metcalf dirtbike park. I have not ridden dirtbikes since my last trip to the Desert. Took the big boy, the 535. The monster 4 stroke dual sport. why? because the 300 2 stroke is in the shop for work.

First thing in the morning, I did a few laps on the MX track, it is in horrible shape, actually the whole park is in horrible shape. the county MUST shake loose some budget for maintenance.

but as the morning wore on, I got used to the big bike, it's not light and easy to bully around like the wee 300. But it is strong, and will lift the front end in any gear at any speed, to hurdle madly through time and space, getting me past anything I need.

someone cut a new offshoot of a trail. if you veer a LITTLE right, there is this 2' hill, that now has a vertical "pop" on it. You commit. I WILL go up it, you hit it at speed, and it acts as a "step up" vaulting you vertically, up, killing all your forward momentum, but making for a really fun jump. (on a GRAND scale, step ups are used in the X games for a big jump, on a motorcycle. I only get about 3 ft in the air of the little one at metcalf.)

so I rode, I had a great time, I was jumping, and running single track, diamonds, uphills, basically wearing myself out, so when I got hom, I washed the bike, put Tarzan down for a nap, wrote this, and will be asleep in 5 mins after I hit post.

it was a great morning.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Last night was very productive.

Sara went out to see movie, Saul and I did chores. First we stopped at Bed Bath and Beyond, I got a mattress protector envelope for my futon. I have been having dust-mite issues, and futons are basically giant bags full of trouble. So I put this lovely guard on to help cut down the dust and allergy issues.

Tarzan helped put it on, mostly by jumping on the bed, hollering "daddy poo poo, daddy poo poo"

as an added bonus, it is waterproof if he barfs, etc, in my bed.

I ALSO bought a 6 pack of "space bags" and bagged up a bunch of my archival quality T shirts. Shirts I love, but do not wear often, but want to keep. And some sweaters.

Space bags are cool. giant ziploc bag, you shove it full of things, the put a vacuum cleaner on the special hole. Turn on the vacuum, have Saul yell "no daddy, too loud, I do not like it" and a few seconds later, it has sucked all the air out, and everything fits in 1/3 the space.


then we went to bed, he was cranky, so he slept in bed with me, and all was nice and calm, Sara came home, joined us, and we snored in 3 part harmony....

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

i can breathe easier. I feel hope. I pray for change.

>>>>>>> oops!

I just realized the inauguration is NEXT week, not this week!

I have shaved prematurely.

you know, the "no more Bush" thing? ARGH!

Friday, January 09, 2009

2 videos today I watched today with interest.

President Elect Obama's weekly address

Colbert Report....

Saul slept better with no barfing last night. that is great.
minor setback, the daycare we wanted to get him in, gave away the spot.

We may have a plan.


Thursday, January 08, 2009

night of puke.

Last night, no goats, but puke, lots and lots of puke.

I lost count at 3, but He may have unloaded 5 times.

I know I did 3 loads of laundry, and I crashed about midnight, Sara had him in her bed the rest of the night, and is home with him now.

Not sure, there is no fever, could be upset stomach, or? he is just messin with his folks. I do not know, but he looked much better this morning, when he was telling Sara "no mommy, i NEED my milk"

she was giving him pedialyte or water, and only small amounts, so it would stay in.

he better grow up to be a freakin genius who rolls in the bux, cause he's gonna have to take care of his parents.

Sara seemed to like the amber earrings (round 2) with silver attachment points.

i am at work, but need rest

stopping on the way home to buy a pee sheet at Bed Bath Beyond

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Last night we were at Rebecca's mom & dad's for a cookie party. Saul saw Emiko, and a good time was had by all.

However, around midnight, he woke up, in his bed. VERY scared. Screaming "daddy daddy mommy mommy arghhhh"

by the time I got to his room, he was out of bed and running at the door, but aimed at the dresser, and VERY upset.

I scooped him up and said "I'm here Saul, it's okay, it's okay" He grabbed me in a giant bear hug, arms and legs, and would NOT let go. He was shivering, and upset.

We got calm, I asked him if he wanted to sleep in the big bed. He said "Daddy, in Daddy's bed"

Went into my bedroom, he would not let go, and held me as he fell asleep.

Woke up again about 1:30, and said "I need you to change my poopy diaper, I am scared"

We went into his room, when I put him on the changing table, he popped right back up into my arms and would not let go. I managed to get him changed (it was only a pee pee diaper) while holding him with one hand.

Back into my bedroom, I asked him "Sollie, what are you scared of" "The GOAT" he replied. then went to sleep.

Up again at 3, wanted some bottle, still scared, but I told him there is no goat.

Up again at 3:45, "I have a booger nose" so we blew his nose and back to sleep

Up again at 4:30 "I am scared, you rolled over, I thought you left" so I held him

Up again at 5:30 "I want a little bottle please"

Up again at 6:30 "I think the goat is in the garage"

finally asleep till 9, when we had to get up for work and daycare visit and shower.

He explained to us there is a goat that lives in a playhouse under mommies desk, and he is afraid of it, could I put it in the garage.?

The garage is where we put scary things, because the motorcycles will keep scary things under control

We had a long talk and look under the desk, no goats. I am positive it is a phase or something, but when he says "I am scared" I'll do anything I can to make him feel secure.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

I just got back from a visit to San Francisco, and my butt really hurts. And I visited some "alternative lifestyle" friends.

But that's not why my butt hurts. I rode Sara's DRZ-400 motorcycle, and the seat, well, it was not comfy for me.

But other than that, the trip was great. I saw some pals from college. Wow, I do not even like the way it sounds. I wanted to think I did not have many pals from College, but really I did. Marianne was visiting from London, and Jody lives in SF. It was great to get together with them

From a day at Lake Travis, when we were in college

Almost a quarter century later....

Sara and Saul stayed home and played in the yard. He dug, they moved dirt, he ate animal crackers.

I am home, and warmed up now.

Woo Hooo. I gotta get the BMW back and happy. I do not have a proper highway bike. And the DRZ makes my butt hurt.

Saturday, January 03, 2009

Hey Man, Check out my socks.

Years ago, the respected "Don" Fred Cantu, used to remind us to find information at all times. He said the men of South Texas would put their hands in the pockets of their pants, grabbing and lifting the pants, then tell their friends "Check out my socks!"

When you look, you see not their socks, but their, uhhh, uhhh, its a way to make people stare at your crotch. You know. a Game! Like guys do.

Sara taught this to Saul a few days ago.

Friday, January 02, 2009

I tried to drink myself crosseyed, well, accidentally, at Matt's annual New Year's Day back yard flat track racing invitational, BBQ, and stupidity festival.

At some point, we had 7 bikes on the track, in his backyard. I was not riding, cause my silly ears are still jacked from the airplane ride, so I watched, commented, and had fun.

I made black-eyed peas for new years good luck, and folks ate a whole crock pot of them. I guess I did good. Saw friends, enjoyed, it was a blast.

Sara and Tarzan rode over on a bicycle, he wandered around saying hello, seeing different motorcycles, then? sitting on me, he poked my belly and said "Daddy, you are squishy!" ugh.

drank too much, stayed up too late, had just enough fun.

This morning I woke up reasonably ok. Just the ear thing is getting old.

Matt came over to bring Saul some more train stuff. Brio is cool, I guess. If you know anyone with bags of it for hand-me-down they want to unload, let me know. We all sat at the table and had soup. Progresso, but still. Sara was sitting next to Saul, and he ate his OWN soup, with a spoon, by himself! it was good.

rest of the day was spent trying to avoid leaving the house. My ears are ringing intensely, and popping, and I cannot hear from the left side. Dang it

I was reminded of this "Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft." and understand, I moved here in 2000. and have been here too long. I am squishy.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

we got home safe and sound last night, it was 50 degrees and a little rainy/drizzly in San Jose, but great to be home.

Saul slept on the flight from Chicago to SJ, but drank lots of pedia-sure. Woke up as we landed. When we started gathering up to get off the plane? he unloaded about 6 oz. :( Sara caught almost all of it with her jacket. GREAT catch!

My ears would not "pop" on descent, and now my left ear is very ringing and sloshy. I put drops in it, maybe take a day or so. I'm off balance and cannot hear anything.

Then Saul felt entirely better, we changed him, got out to the airport, and got everything repacked and ready. Out to baggage claim, and Uncle Matt was waiting in the sprinter.

Home, a little laundry, a little chatting, a long shower, read some "Make Way for Ducklings" and all asleep. before midnight. But happy and new year and all.

I am still happy from my prime rib at the Char House in Beaver Dam, and the Filet at Twin Shores, in Fox Lake

Saul had fun on the trip, cause last night he told Uncle Matt all about Cousin Taylor's dog Patches, and Grandpa Buzzy's nose that goes "aooga" and Baby Jake, Grandma Suzie, and Real Porter on and on.

All was well

plan for today is to eat some, then go to Matt's for traditional New Year's Day backyard motorcycle flat track races and bbq, and silliness.

Hope your new year is wonderful.

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