About 3 months ago we got a chip in the windshiled of Julies car. Within just a week or so it turned into a crack several inches long. As the dutiful husband that I am I lined up a mobile glass company to replace it. I really did my home work. It was one of those places that will either pay your deductible of give you $100 to replace your window. Seeing as we had full window coverage on our insurance we took the money.
We haven't even had the oil changed in Julies car since then when about 2 weeks ago Julie comes home and says there is a new crack in the windshield. Within about 10 days the crack has migrated about 25 inches. I got all fired up and called the shop that replaced my glass and demanded they give me a new windshield under warranty. They were nice and stopped by Julies work to check it out. They then pointed out a very small impact from a rock right were the crack started. I was told they couldn't replace it under warranty. They could however replace it again and give me another check for $100.00
Ooh, Okay. I feel a little dirty. I think I'll go fill my bath tub full of dollar bills and try to clean my self up a bit.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
No one is looking so who cares
Did you get the memo about the new cover letter on the TPS reports? I can resend you the memo.- Some one is about to loose a hand in 3.....2......1..
- This reminds me. My Birthday is coming up.
- Owl reenacts delousing scene from Shawshank Redemption.
Is it okay to have chains and whips in the bedroom if you are wearing a ring masters hat?
Welcome to socialized health care.
I have always suspected, but now I know.
This isn't for a family picture. They are in time out. The mom is in the corner panting like animal from the Muppet Show.
I woke up the other morning to Julie rubbing body glitter on me and a coupon for "1 free hair cut" from Tony and Guy taped to my forehead.
This is funny cause Lance lost one of his nuts to nut cancer.
Palette cleanser.The yoga has really been paying off.
Monday, August 9, 2010
School Daze
As most of you know John and Will started school last year. In fact they are going to the same school I went to from K-8. Walking those halls and stepping into my old class rooms has brought back a lot of memories. I get to relive some of them just by watching the looks on my sons faces. Some experiences are different. Last year I dropped them off to start Kindergarten at almost the exact same spot my mother stood and and said good bye to me exactly 30 years before. The difference is John and Will were much braver than me. The salt from my tears is still in that soil.
Today they started 1st grade. John in fact, is in the class room that I had 3rd grade in. This room has history for me. History that has stayed only in the farthest corners of me. I should say not just a class room, but also a tree. A tree we planted, as a class, 28 years ago. I wondered if the tree was still there? I wondered if anyone would know why it was there? I wonder now why I care so much? Is it because I am feeling sentimental or is it that an 8 year old doesn't know how to process these kind of emotions and they have been waiting for me to deal with them? Triggered by walking my son to school.
You see that class room was where I first learned that somebody I knew had died. She was a class mate I had known since preschool. I had gone to her birthday party. The only boy in fact, I thought it meant something. We had all come back from spring break but her desk was still empty. It took almost another week before our teacher told us. She was traveling with her family and was in a car accident and was killed instantly. As a memorial we had a fund raser and had a plaque made to honor her memory and planted a tree in the courtyard just out side of our classroom. The tree is still there. The plaque is still there and apparently so is a small part of my youth.
Today they started 1st grade. John in fact, is in the class room that I had 3rd grade in. This room has history for me. History that has stayed only in the farthest corners of me. I should say not just a class room, but also a tree. A tree we planted, as a class, 28 years ago. I wondered if the tree was still there? I wondered if anyone would know why it was there? I wonder now why I care so much? Is it because I am feeling sentimental or is it that an 8 year old doesn't know how to process these kind of emotions and they have been waiting for me to deal with them? Triggered by walking my son to school.
You see that class room was where I first learned that somebody I knew had died. She was a class mate I had known since preschool. I had gone to her birthday party. The only boy in fact, I thought it meant something. We had all come back from spring break but her desk was still empty. It took almost another week before our teacher told us. She was traveling with her family and was in a car accident and was killed instantly. As a memorial we had a fund raser and had a plaque made to honor her memory and planted a tree in the courtyard just out side of our classroom. The tree is still there. The plaque is still there and apparently so is a small part of my youth.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Seattle Part 1. Well, maybe. We'll see how adventurous I feel.
On July 10 Julie's littlest sister got married to her boyfriend Trace Lewis. Lisa Lewis, That has a nice ring to it. It was an unusually hot day in Seattle. It was in the middle 90's and they haven't invented air conditioning in western Washington yet. Even tho it was a warm day it was still a wonderful day to get married.
Trace and Lisa Lewis.
I wasn't their photog, but they did indulge me a little.
Lisa with all her flower girls. I want everyone to know that I steamed all the flower girl dresses, and half the bridesmaids dress.
Yes, My gorgeous wife.
This is another of Julies sisters with her disgustingly beautiful family. If you replace the baby in Scotts hand with a glass of scotch, he would look like he just walked off the set of Mad Men.
Karen, I meant "disgustingly" in a purely complimentary manner...........slightly envious with a hint of self degradation, but mostly complimentary.
Elly was helping diagnose the severity of Wills scraped knee.
On Monday we went to the Seattle Zoo. We saw Tigers, Gorillas, Elephants, and Orangutans. And I took pictures of all of them. However, with trips like this I always end up enjoying the pictures of the people I went with more than the pictures of what we went to see. I did take pictures of our family, just not enough.
I like this one below. Does it even matter what they are looking at?
Trace and Lisa Lewis.
I wasn't their photog, but they did indulge me a little.
Lisa with all her flower girls. I want everyone to know that I steamed all the flower girl dresses, and half the bridesmaids dress.
Yes, My gorgeous wife.
This is another of Julies sisters with her disgustingly beautiful family. If you replace the baby in Scotts hand with a glass of scotch, he would look like he just walked off the set of Mad Men.Karen, I meant "disgustingly" in a purely complimentary manner...........slightly envious with a hint of self degradation, but mostly complimentary.
Elly was helping diagnose the severity of Wills scraped knee.
On Monday we went to the Seattle Zoo. We saw Tigers, Gorillas, Elephants, and Orangutans. And I took pictures of all of them. However, with trips like this I always end up enjoying the pictures of the people I went with more than the pictures of what we went to see. I did take pictures of our family, just not enough.I like this one below. Does it even matter what they are looking at?
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
This is exhausting
We got an elliptical about 2 weeks ago. Here are the guys showing us how to use it. The first time I got on it I over did it and couldn't walk for 3 days.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Signs
This weekend I watched the movie "Signs" by M. Night Shyamalan. Watch this clip to reintroduce yourself.
At the end I always drifting into thinking about what I would do if in the same situation. If it was me and my family, what would I do? In the movie they have decided to stay in the house and try to ride out the invasion. Sure they board up the house. That is a good start, but they didn't even turn off the lights. Hello! That is a big "We are open for business, Come and get us" sign. When I slip into what would I do. I think about massing an active defense. Where would I place guns? How much ammo would I need? Where do I begin my defense? (at the front door, or in the yard) Where do I plan to finish my defense? (Attic, Basement, Garage so to facilitate a possible escape)
You see, I was knee deep in contemplation when the answer became blatantly clear. They hired the wrong Culkin brother for the movie. Instead of an asthmatic egg head, they could have had the older brother from Home Alone. The greatest home defense planner in the movie industry. Picture aliens getting smashed in the face w/ paint cans swinging on ropes, electrically heated door knobs, propane torches hanging in the air, falling hot irons, and lest we not forget the classic Jacks and marbles on the floor. By the end of the movie they would have had 2 or 3 aliens comically running down the street missing patches of hair (or scales), glued to each other, and begging for the police to pick them up.
At the end I always drifting into thinking about what I would do if in the same situation. If it was me and my family, what would I do? In the movie they have decided to stay in the house and try to ride out the invasion. Sure they board up the house. That is a good start, but they didn't even turn off the lights. Hello! That is a big "We are open for business, Come and get us" sign. When I slip into what would I do. I think about massing an active defense. Where would I place guns? How much ammo would I need? Where do I begin my defense? (at the front door, or in the yard) Where do I plan to finish my defense? (Attic, Basement, Garage so to facilitate a possible escape)
You see, I was knee deep in contemplation when the answer became blatantly clear. They hired the wrong Culkin brother for the movie. Instead of an asthmatic egg head, they could have had the older brother from Home Alone. The greatest home defense planner in the movie industry. Picture aliens getting smashed in the face w/ paint cans swinging on ropes, electrically heated door knobs, propane torches hanging in the air, falling hot irons, and lest we not forget the classic Jacks and marbles on the floor. By the end of the movie they would have had 2 or 3 aliens comically running down the street missing patches of hair (or scales), glued to each other, and begging for the police to pick them up.
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