Sorry that this is a worthless advice tip…..and it doesn’t feature any kitty cats. Well, just a picture of a cat; that’s it.
For the past few months, we have decided to clean up and get rid of a lot of stuff that has accumulated over the past 13 years here in our mansion. Part of this cleaning focus stems from my Father passing away and my Mom needing help to get rid of stuff. In December, my son and I flew to Kauai to help my mom tackle the office and help close down the photography business.
When I came home, my son and I were in agreement that we needed to clear out the clutter. His words were something to the tune of “Please don’t leave me with a bunch of stuff to get rid of when you die.” Now, I’m not planning on dying soon but I do want to remove clutter and clean up. My wife is fully onboard and my daughter thinks we are “messy” so she fully agrees as well.
Today I noticed a slight build up of kitchen grease on the very top of our kitchen cabinet above the stove. I did a quick YouTube search and came across this helpful video (see below) I thought I’d share with you. This isn’t my video or my house. Enjoy the video and if you have any cleaning tips, please feel free to share them in the comments below!
Last Saturday, I took off my wonderful black University of Washington Husky hoodie and thus exposed that I was wearing a nice polo shirt. Sadly, I was informed by my wife, daughter, and my daughter’s friend that it was ugly. The shirt wasn’t nice at all; it was ugly.
Ugly? And they let me wear it all day long and didn’t bother to tell me until then?
Oh, you can’t imagine the embarrassment and shame than filled my soul with despair upon this cruel realization.
I do believe that my wife allows me (and probably secretly encourages me) to wear ugly and out of date clothes to make sure no hot babes check me out. That the hideous shirt is allowed to be wore by me (without a warning by my family) is clear proof my wife is purposely making me look like an unattractive dresser and fashion non-diva. I’m sure she is quite content to have me look a bit goofy. Well played dear wife, well played.
Ah, she is a clever one.
My daughter just likes me to look like a goof ball. I think it is her way of rebelling. I know she thinks to herself “That shirt is ugly and I should tell him to get rid of it. However, he did make me unload the dishwasher this morning so I won’t tell him to change it. He can suffer.”
There you have it. Clearly, I have no fashion sense. All of my clothes should probably be given away and I should buy a whole wardrobe!
Last week, I took my 11 year old daughter on a nice Father-Daughter trip to California for about six days for a Roller Coaster Ride Trip. She is the only one in the family that enjoys the rollercoasters and other scary thrill rides that you find at the amusement parks. I personally like the roller coasters the most. My least favorite amusement park rides are the drop zone rides.
The drop zone rides are the ones that go up 100, 200, 300, whatever feet into the air and drop you. You are strapped in with a metal roll bar seat and there is no chance of falling out. That still doesn’t calm me. They hoist you in the air vertically straight up with your feet dangling. At the top, they allow you to enjoy the view for a few seconds allowing just enough time for you to tell yourself “Hey, this isn’t so bad….” Then you free fall down rapidly (it is gravity after all) and come to a fairly gentle stop at the bottom. I just don’t like them.
My second least favorite rides are swinging and/or spinning rides. They don’t scare me but they do make me sick if they go too long. I can handle the inverted rolls on a roller coaster but the swinging back and forth motion doesn’t agree with my stomach as at all.
I enjoy the roller coaster and I lean towards the thrill of the tight ride of the metal coasters. I will ride wooden coasters but I feel I’m bouncing around a little too much to be really comfortable. Don’t get me wrong; if it is a roller coaster or a thrill ride I’m up for it.
We left Saturday February 15 and flew into Sacramento. We have some friends that moved down there a few years back and it was an excellent visit with them. We drove over to Vallejo, CA and went to Six Flag’s Discovery Kingdom Theme park. Some of the exhibits were not open (like the water rides) but this was fine for us. The weather report said rain but we ended up with sunshine and pleasant temperatures in the 70s.
This park wasn’t bad and we didn’t have long crazy lines due to the time of year. I’m not too interested in the animal side of the park which didn’t appear to be running too many shows. Get out of my way; I’m here for the thrill rides. Our favorite ride at Discovery Kingdom was Medusa with the Superman ride coming in a close second. On Medusa, if you can sit in the front, it is definitely worth it. I think Superman was overall awesome and all seats are pretty enjoyable.
In my next blog, I’ll talk more about our vacation trip and bore you to tears. I’m assuming my readership will rapidly drop off and I’ll be writing an online diary to myself than a blog for the masses. At least I’ll always have my imaginary stalker Cyndi to read my blog.
I have a reader that is one of my worst critics. She finds fault in almost every blog post I produce. She is offended about how I portray myself as a sarcastic person. She is clearly upset with my style of writing, complaining that it isn’t true, that never happened, etc. She also doesn’t like my parenting tips.
This critic is my ten year old daughter.
She doesn’t like my sarcastic tone. I explain to her that my Blog is titled “Blog of Worthless Advice” and that it is meant to be funny, not serious. She doesn’t like how I give the impression that I hate kids (I don’t really hate them). She also wants me to brag more about being an Assistant Scoutmaster and a Girl Scout Leader (although some of her friends think that is odd until they hear about all the fun stuff we do).
Now, you can see why I avoid swearing on my blog (oh, and I can curse like a sailor if I wanted to). I know that she will soon be logging on, reading my blog, and coming over to critique my last posting.
Jeez, it certainly is hard being a blogger. Putting yourself, your thoughts, your writing style out there for the world to see (if they can find you). It is one thing to have a nice imaginary stalker like Cyndi out there but it quite another to have a ten year old critic giving your last post a big thumbs down. It is a good thing I get to review and approve the comments….
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you need someone to tear down your blog and make you feel bad. I’ll send my daughter over with her red pen of death.
The red pen photo is from the Website http://www.fendrihan.com. I don’t get a commission but it is one sweet looking pen if you want to check it out!