Guide to Sickness

The past few days I’ve been sick. What work I thought I would be catching up on; I didn’t. This afternoon, I finally started to feel a little better, did some image cropping, and uploaded some images onto my ordering website.

The only good thing about being sick was the chance for me to start watching the 2003 version of “Battlestar Galactica”. Netflix posted it online a few weeks back, I managed to watch a few episodes. When it originally came out in 2003, I was watching the series but fell behind and never caught up. With Netflix, I’m now caught up to Episode 14 (out of a total 76 episodes).

Small Town Dreams

Small Town Fantasy

A few days ago, I wrote about my road trip dream. Another dream I have is living in a small town. I have this idea that living in a small town would somehow be really cool. A place where everyone knows your name and everyone is friendly. I’d have a nice little gentleman’s ranch (or farm) and a huge garage/shop to do my projects in. My nearest neighbors are a good half a mile away (because I like my privacy).

I’d have a nice landscaped yard with a farmhouse. Maybe some chickens in the chicken coop producing a few eggs for my farm. A nice vegetable garden and some fruit trees so I can make my own fruit preserves.

In reality, it would probably be fairly dull and boring because I’m lazy. I don’t like to mow my lawn (that’s why I have kids), I hate weeding, and I can’t grow any vegetables. I haven’t a clue how to can a peach or make jam (but that is what the internet is for, right?). And I really don’t want to have the responsibility of chickens. That seems like work to me. My farm would be boring because I wouldn’t be doing anything.

This isn’t to say that my life in the suburbs isn’t currently boring. I’d just swap the boring life of the suburbs for the boring life of the rural countryside. Sure, you have your choice of grocery stores to visit and activities to do here in the suburbs. But is it that much different than living in a small town? You watch the same TV shows, you surf the same internet, and your car is using the same fuel. You might have more restaurant choices but do you really go out that much anyway? Do you try new restaurants now? Most likely, you eat the same food and meals when you first moved to your current home. Let’s face it, going out to Applebee’s isn’t that exciting.

However, I wouldn’t mind moving to a small town and accepting my introvert nature. A small town is more appealing to an introvert person like me. Hence my strong desire to move to a small town.

In my next blog entry, we’ll learn about my urban living dream.

Road Trips: Support the Adventure

I have this misguided romantic notion that road trips are fun and enjoyable.  The perfect songs will always be playing, the roads will be dry, the rest areas clean, the weather sunny, and the kids won’t be fighting.

In reality, I usually have road construction to deal with, multiple car pileups on the interstate, missed exits, kids bickering, and a bathroom break every few miles.  Sometimes, I get the dog puking in the back for an added wonderful aroma.

Luckily, my road trips do seem to work out.  I find that listening to audio books make the trip very enjoyable.  The drive is fun and the adventure of the open road beckons one to keep going a little bit further.

This brings me back to my crazy idea to drive across the United States next summer.  I’d like to drive down from Seattle along the Oregon Coast, continue on down the California coast, and then make a huge left turn towards Nevada and Arizona.  Most likely continue onwards to Texas and the Gulf Coast states and make my way to Florida.

After Florida, head up the East Coast, stop by NYC to see my cousin, maybe drive up into the wee areas of the northeastern part of the United States for some clam chowder.  I’d like to make my way back to Seattle via the Great Lakes States.  Some places I’d rather avoid or wiz by.

For accommodations, I imagine camping (because the weather would always be great) and staying in clean hotels (with fresh chocolate mints on my pillow).

That is my road trip plan.  10,000 miles and a lot of nights on the road.

As always your comments, monetary gifts, and questions are always welcome!

 

 

Yes, it is my fault: A pumpkin patch adventure

This afternoon we actually had some good weather here in the Seattle area so we headed off to the pumpkin patch.  Well, it was us and 30,000 other families.  The first pumpkin patch was pretty muddy (go figure we are in the very wet Pacific Northwest).  As we drove through three huge mud puddles in the parking lot,  in my car (I knew we should have taken my wife’s car), we decided to avoid the mudfest and go to the other pumpkin patch.

Is one muddy field less muddy than another?  Probably not.  Just another misguided notion that one field is less muddy for no logically reason.

We went to Carpinito’s which was the same pumpkin patch that we went last year.  On a side note, my children insist that we got our pumpkins from the local grocery store and not a pumpkin patch.  I think we went to pumpkin patch, not the local grocery store.  We’ll agree to disagree but let’s agree that I’m right…as usual.

Upon our arrival we had to park in the overflow parking which should tell us that is already crowded.  I quickly grabbed the first parking spot (located near the exit).  I like to know where all the nearest exits are…just like on an airplane.  I gave the clear instructions to pick small pumpkins because we needed to pick them out and then carry them all the way back to the car.  The car which is located in one of the furthest parking spots possible.  Walking with a 33 pound pumpkin ten feet is ok, walking half a mile is quite a bit harder.  Add in a muddy field and it gets all the more fun for the family!

As we are walking through the muddy field, my family is quick to point out it was muddy.  Yeah, of course it was muddy; it’s a pumpkin patch.  Because it is muddy, that is why I wore my rubber boots.  However, my family didn’t.  Who’s fault is that?  From what my family says…it is my fault.  Earlier in the day, they all walked by me as I was putting my boots on, I should have instructed my family to put their boots on.  We were going to a pumpkin patch, it will probably be muddy due to all the recent rain, and it is a real field (which involves dirt and mud).

Needless to say, we got the pumpkins with bit of mud on our shoes.  Of course, my daughter likes to pick out a heavy pumpkin (which I had to carry).  The pumpkin weigh station is at one end of the field, our car is at the other side, so I ended up walking from one end of the field to the other side of the field with a heavy pumpkin, and then back through the same field to my car. Yes, the car parked as far away as possible because in my great planning thought I should be near the exit.   The two points (weigh station and my car) being as far apart as we could possibly make them.

We made it safely back to the car, no one fell in the mud, and the pumpkins weren’t dropped.  Overall, a successful pumpkin adventure.

Halloween is just around the corner!

Halloween is really a week or so away from today. Now, our family doesn’t go over the top on decorations but we have some good stuff out on display. Usually, we forget about an upcoming holiday until half way through the month. In this example, we finally rolled out the Halloween decorations last weekend (October 15). Again, the month was already being half over.

I like holidays but I don’t like the work involved in them. The work being me digging out the various decorations from their hiding places under the stairs, out in the storage shack, etc. My son is very good at setting them up but not as well as helping taking them down. That particularly fun job ends up with me.

Christmas is one of the worst. We have lots of holiday lights and sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t. I keep trying to clean out the worthless light sets but they always seem to come back. I also don’t enjoy the task of climbing up onto the roof and stringing the lights along the gutter.

Some people would say “skip the gutter” and that would be the same thing as saying “my house is the loser house in the neighborhood”. My neighbor likes to keep that title to himself (and his wife). He and his wife never put up lights so they look like the Grinch’s and they act like it too. Let’s say that I can’t wait for that “For Sale” sign to appear in their front yard.

As always your comments and feelings are welcome!

Back to Blogging!

Today I received an email from an old friend about how she had just started her own blog. It made me realize that I need to get on the ball and start writing again. She had some wonderful comments about my blog and how I inspired her. You can imagine my head was getting pretty big at this point. I was worried it would fall on my keyboard and delete my files but here I am, back to blogging.

Seriously, it did make me realize that I probably don’t do enough writing as I should. I seem to have enough time to watch TV but not enough time to write. Hmmm, that seems out of balance. I have made an attempt to do more multi-tasking such as fold laundry while watching TV but usually I forget those silly housekeeping tasks until after my show is over.

So I must say a big “Thanks!” to my friend and her email today! If you are interested, please feel free to read her blog at http://jombytrack.blogspot.com/

In the meantime, I’ll think of some great blog topics, forget to write them down, and end up watching TV until 1:39 in the morning.

As always your comments, monetary gifts, and questions are always welcome!

Heck, if you can't make fun of yourself...who can you make fun of?

The Cold Shoulder Tactic

The Cold Shoulder Tactic

I always find it amusing that people like to give me the cold shoulder when they clearly have a problem with me. They assume that it will bother me when in reality it doesn’t me at all. I have friends and fellow parents that like me. I don’t need a whack job to like me. In fact, I accept it as a challenge to my good nature to annoy them by being super nice to them. By being super nice, I can create doubt in their mind on whether or not the cold shoulder tactic really works for them.

Life is way too short for me to worry about whether some half brained adult doesn’t like me because I disagree with them. The world is full of different personalities with different thoughts and ideas. We all have to get along with them even if they are totally nuts.

One of my favorite sayings and philosophy beliefs is to “kill them with kindness”. No matter how much they try to ignore me, I just am super nice to them. It drives them nuts. How can you be mad at someone for being nice?

A couple of mothers from our former Brownie troop probably don’t like the fact I started my own troop. Well, they probably don’t mind that I left except for the fact that four of the seven girls are in my troop now. That is more of a leadership issue in my opinion. I didn’t ask them to leave; they decide to join our troop because of my leadership style.

And to be honest, I’m really a lot more fun than the other leader. I have also extended the olive branch a couple of different times with the suggestion of one of my friends. I’m always nice and polite to the other leader and her daughter. It just wasn’t a good fit for my daughter to be in her troop.

The other mother (from the old troop) who doesn’t talk to me left the troop as well. However, I think she was mad because I didn’t invite her and her daughter. I didn’t invite anyone. Everyone knew I was leaving…where did they think I was going to go? I didn’t ask anyone to join us. The scouts and parents that left the old troop wanted to join us because we are the fun troop. (Seriously, we are fun)

However, this mother never says hi to us or acknowledges us. That is a bit annoying since we see her at school and walk home in the same area. Pretty petty behavior for a grown adult to partake in. I say “hello” to her daughter and I’m nice to both her and her daughter. I guess she is just too good for the rest of us.

Busy As a Bee!

Busy as a Bee

We are halfway into our busy school photography season where I work 60-70 hour weeks and take on an extra amount of personal projects I should probably not do. I also put other household chores on the backburner (such as laundry). Luckily for me, my clothes are very boring. I wear the “Dad Uniform”. The “Dad Uniform” being the khaki slacks (or Dockers style colors of grey, olive green, tan) and a long sleeve button down dress shirt.

My button down shirts are also boring in colors….lots of blue. Ooooo…I added a purple shirt to my collection the other day…what a rebel. Lots of dress shirts with vertical styles too! Be still my beating heart. A fashion diva I’m not.

And I actually shave everyday during this time of year. No more three or four day bread growth for me. I have to look presentable. Yuck….

River Rafting on Tieton River

Over the recent Labor Day weekend, my son (age 12) and I experienced a very fun river rafting trip down the Tieton River. I had purchased two Groupon certificates at for a river rafting trip at 51% off with a river rafting company named Orion River Rafting. I have never river rafting before but have always wanted to do it so when the Groupon coupon came up I was very interested. With an adventurous glee in my eye, I click on the purchase button on my computer and set the wheels in motion.

Fast forward a 5 months later when my certificate is about to expire in less than 20 days, school has started, and I’m about to get slammed with work. I called and made my reservations and was delighted to get two slots for the Saturday September 3. I figured they would be full but they had some spots open.

The Tieton River is located in Naches Valley area of Eastern Washington and roughly a 3 hour drive from my house. It is a very pretty drive over through Enumclaw, past Greenwater, and past Mt. Rainier (and through a small section of Mt. Rainier National Park). The drive over on a sunny day is well worth the trip in itself.

The Tieton River is river that is used for agricultural purposes and the water flow is restricted until the month of September. Then they release the water from the Rimrock Reservoir, pushing up the level of the Tieton River up and creating a whitewater river rafting experience.

Our trip was on a beautiful sunny day, the air temperature 85 degrees. Water temperature was said to be around 45 degrees. One thing I liked about Orion was everyone was given a wetsuit, wetsuit booties, a helmet, and a PDF (personal floatation device). The rafts could carry up to nine people but today, we had four customers and one guide on our trip.

Overall, this was a very fun rafting trip with Class II and Class III rapids. There is a diversion dam to shunt off irrigation water that produces a Class IV experience. It was pretty mild and as long as your guide does it correctly, it isn’t a problem. Our guide Rachel was very good and we didn’t hit any huge rocks. At one rapids area called “High Noon” you have to decide to either go thru the less traveled route (with a chance of getting stuck on a rock) or take the full on ‘into the huge boulder we might crash route’.

Our guide sent us thru the tamer section and we did high center the raft precariously sideways. We felt like we might be in trouble but it ending up not being a big deal. Being stuck did allow us the opportunity to watch two other rafts hit the boulder sideways. The river pushed one raft up and one of the rafters fell one. It was pretty sweet to watch firsthand (and be glad it wasn’t you!).

The rafting trip is roughly 3.5 hours long. We is a fairly constant river, the water was lower since it was the beginning of the release. The Tieton River flows through a beautiful canyon and Highway 12 is sometimes visible from the river. Most people onshore would wave when we floated by.

We all had a great time on the trip and I would recommend it. Being my first river rafting trip, it scores a 10 for fun with me. At the river level we were floating at, I thought it was a good causal ride with a few good rapids but nothing too scary. For a beginner going out for a short day adventure, I’d recommend it highly. I really can’t wait for my daughter to turn 11 so she can go on a trip like this.

Here is the link to Orion. http://leavenworthriverrafting.com/

As always, your comments and thoughts are welcome!

Sticks of Stupidity

Sticks of Stupidity

We recently returned from a week long summer camp with our Boy Scout Troop where I learned about the Stick of Stupidity. I went along with three other Scoutmasters to oversee our group of twenty-two scouts ranging in ages of 11 to about 16. Some of these scouts have been to summer camp 3 to 5 times, others are on their second tour, and a few are attending their first summer camp.

Some are homesick; others are having the time of their lives without a mother or father looking over their shoulder. With a fistful of dollars and a trading post willing to help part a scout from his parents’ money; some scouts have a wonderful experience at summer camp.

One thing in common all scouts (regardless of their age) have is the strong need and desire to sharpen a stick to a very sharp point and carelessly carry it around. These sticks come in various sizes ranging from the “Toothpick of Stupidity” to the “Log of Stupidity,”

To help you understand, I have created a few definitions to better illustrate brilliance in the making.

Toothpick of Stupidity: A stick slightly larger than a pencil in width and roughly 4-13 inches long, it is sharpen to a fine point, and then carried in the mouth. One might mistaken this as a useful instrument such as a spoon or fork when it is protruding from the Boy Scout’s mouth, yet upon closer inspection, it is indeed a sharpen stick being carried in the mouth. This is usually carried in the mouth to keep the hands free to slap another scout, pick up a rock, or find yet another stick.

Stick of Stupidity: This stick ranges in size from 13 inches to 34 inches. It is really useless for any given purpose because of its short size yet it remains the most popular of all Sticks of Stupidity. By far, it is the most common for a number of idiotic reasons: easy to find, can be sharpened quickly, is easy to replace with another scout’s stick in a pinch. Since many Sticks of Stupidity look exacting alike, they are a major reason for accusations of theft between scouts. Scouts forget that there are another 300,000 sticks all the same in the woods around them.

Sword of Stupidity: The sword is closely related in size to the Stick of Stupidity but as been made into the shape of a sword. The most common look is the Samurai swords of feudal Japan. The “blade” is careful craved out of the stick to resemble the shape of a samurai sword. The handle might be crave with a crisscross pattern or wrapped with twine. The Sword of Stupidity is made at the expense of one’s own personal hygiene (showers? I’m too busy making a sword!).

Walking Stick of Stupidity: While a walking stick is helpful to many people, the Walking Stick of Stupidity is not. A long stick, one would think a walking stick would be a wonderful thing to help on a hike for balance, extra support, etc. These are all great points except that this walking stick is sharpen to a fine point. With this fine point, it is jabbed into logs, dirt, in between rocks, a fellow scout’s legs, and gets stuck quite often. The owner often stops to sharpen the point, thus slowly down the whole hiking party making a five minute hike into a 55 minute ordeal.

Staff of Stupidity: The Staff of Stupidity and the Walking Stick of Stupidity are often mistaken for each other due to their same length. Yet, the Staff of Stupidity is really too thick and heavy to be an easy to use item. The owner can barely get his hand around it but will insist that they can. The Staff of Stupidity is dropped on a regular basis because of the poor grip the owner has. Sharpening the Staff is very hard and is more of a rounded point than any other stick in the Sticks of Stupidity family.

Log of Stupidity: While most logs can be used as a bench, a bridge, or support beam, the Log of Stupidity gets its name most from the use of it as a play toy, not as a useful device. It is any unstable log that rolls back and forth and you can stand on. The user of the Log of Stupidity should stand on the log with untied shoes (or hiking boots), hands deep in one’s pocket, and rock back and forth in a matter that will make the log move. You are usually done with the Log of Stupidity will you fall flat on your face and almost knocking out all of your front teeth.

I hope these definitions are helpful in identifying the various Sticks of Stupidity when you see your scout with them. Please keep in mind that all Sticks of Stupidity are called out by the Scoutmaster and the scout is told to take the stick out of his mouth or thrown into the bushes or told to get off of it. While we are tempted to see the concept of Darwin’s survival of the fittest in actions; all Sticks of Stupidity have a short life span. I have personally sent many to the campfire for their conversion to ashes. Yet, they seem to come back again regardless of how many times Scoutmaster, parents, and other concerned adults tell them to get rid of them.

As Yoda would say “Made by Boy Scouts, Sticks of Stupidity are.”

As always your comments are always welcome!