The following is only too keep a record of my cycling.
In 2006 I rode a total of 395 miles between 9Apr and 17Aug (19 weeks).
Commute route: 15.3 miles one way (changed due to bridge construction)
Road bike: 355 miles
Mtn Bike: 40 miles
For fun: 62 Miles
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Thursday, March 12, 2009
Biking Statistics 2005
The following is only too keep a record of my cycling.
In 2005 I rode a total of 405 miles between 4Sep and 7Oct (5 weeks). This is when I bought the road bike and began the occasional bike commute to work.
Commute route: 14.3 miles one way
Road bike: 401 miles
Mtn Bike: 4 miles
For fun: 28.5 Miles
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In 2005 I rode a total of 405 miles between 4Sep and 7Oct (5 weeks). This is when I bought the road bike and began the occasional bike commute to work.
Commute route: 14.3 miles one way
Road bike: 401 miles
Mtn Bike: 4 miles
For fun: 28.5 Miles
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Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Mayhem and Destruction...
...Just one more quality service offered by DaKids, Inc.
The following telephone exchange took place on the 4th of March at 4:30 Eastern Standard Time:
DaMom: She's all yours when you get home.
DaGoof: What did she do now?
DM: I can't say. You just have to see it to believe it.
DG: Any hints?
DM: We have to clean out the greenhouse window.
DG: Yeah we've had to clean that out for a long time now, so?
DM: Apparently there was a bag of shredded paper....
DG: Say no more. I don't want to hear it.
DM: (to DaGirl in the other room) leave Scrappy alone. he's not happy with you right now.
DG: Noooo, not on the dog!
DM: You just have to see this. (chuckles) It's either I laugh or cry, and right now this is the funniest thing. I don't know where to start.
At 4:44pm the perpetrator was caught in the act.
At 5:30 I came home to this in our entryway:
Where does one even begin to clean this up? And yes DaGirl dumped some on the dog and they both tracked it through the house.
One saving grace is that there is incriminating video of this act in progress for future extortion.
Here's to a fun night of cleanup!
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The following telephone exchange took place on the 4th of March at 4:30 Eastern Standard Time:
DaMom: She's all yours when you get home.
DaGoof: What did she do now?
DM: I can't say. You just have to see it to believe it.
DG: Any hints?
DM: We have to clean out the greenhouse window.
DG: Yeah we've had to clean that out for a long time now, so?
DM: Apparently there was a bag of shredded paper....
DG: Say no more. I don't want to hear it.
DM: (to DaGirl in the other room) leave Scrappy alone. he's not happy with you right now.
DG: Noooo, not on the dog!
DM: You just have to see this. (chuckles) It's either I laugh or cry, and right now this is the funniest thing. I don't know where to start.
At 4:44pm the perpetrator was caught in the act.
At 5:30 I came home to this in our entryway:
Where does one even begin to clean this up? And yes DaGirl dumped some on the dog and they both tracked it through the house.
One saving grace is that there is incriminating video of this act in progress for future extortion.
Here's to a fun night of cleanup!
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Cut and a Shave
Valuable lesson learned:
Never drastically alter your appearance when you have young kids.
My last hair cut had been some time before November. Maybe in October, but it could have been September. Anyhow, my hair was long. I had grown a beard to deal with the wind and cold while working outside as well.
I was hairy. Not quite Wolf Boy but certainly not my normal "shorter than everyone likes" length. People like my hair longer. I grow it out and they tell me to get it cut. Go figure.
DaMom got clipped on Friday before dinner and I got sheared after dinner. After 30 minutes of jokes about possible future styles (the faux hawk, the comb over, the flop, stooges bowl, etc.) my locks lay on the floor ready to be scooped up and turned into wool. Never heard of DaGoof Wool? Much like Merino Wool it only comes from one place, ME.
When I got home I wanted the junk off my face. It had been warm last week and my inner Wookie was ready to let the outer Yeti be free so out came the trimmer. Off went the face fur.
This was a dumb move on my part.
Two year olds are sensitive to appearances.
I had lots of hair before dinner and now I looked like a sheared yak.
She had no idea who I was.
She hid in the corner.
That sucked.
When she finally warmed up to me a little and realized who I was, she wouldn't take her eyes off of me. Even during Goodnight Moon. She loves to point things out to me in that book but stared at me like I was some impostor through the whole thing.
I wish I had the camera because her expression was priceless.
On Saturday all was right with the world and I was accepted as daddy again.
So remember:
Never drastically alter your appearance when you have young kids.
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Never drastically alter your appearance when you have young kids.
My last hair cut had been some time before November. Maybe in October, but it could have been September. Anyhow, my hair was long. I had grown a beard to deal with the wind and cold while working outside as well.
I was hairy. Not quite Wolf Boy but certainly not my normal "shorter than everyone likes" length. People like my hair longer. I grow it out and they tell me to get it cut. Go figure.
DaMom got clipped on Friday before dinner and I got sheared after dinner. After 30 minutes of jokes about possible future styles (the faux hawk, the comb over, the flop, stooges bowl, etc.) my locks lay on the floor ready to be scooped up and turned into wool. Never heard of DaGoof Wool? Much like Merino Wool it only comes from one place, ME.
When I got home I wanted the junk off my face. It had been warm last week and my inner Wookie was ready to let the outer Yeti be free so out came the trimmer. Off went the face fur.
This was a dumb move on my part.
Two year olds are sensitive to appearances.
I had lots of hair before dinner and now I looked like a sheared yak.
She had no idea who I was.
She hid in the corner.
That sucked.
When she finally warmed up to me a little and realized who I was, she wouldn't take her eyes off of me. Even during Goodnight Moon. She loves to point things out to me in that book but stared at me like I was some impostor through the whole thing.
I wish I had the camera because her expression was priceless.
On Saturday all was right with the world and I was accepted as daddy again.
So remember:
Never drastically alter your appearance when you have young kids.
g
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Groundhog Day... A Month Late
Apparently this isn't sweeps week at the house and the Nielsen Ratings folks aren't calling for our picks at the house. We're well into rerun season.
Some shows I can watch over and over in reruns or on DVD and still enjoy them like it was the first time. Of course one of these shows is Law and Order and there's sooooo many episodes out that by the time you get through all of them, repeats are new to you again.
Other shows I tolerate the first time and sure don't want to waste any more time watching them again.
What am I getting at? How about some clues in near musical titles....
"Poops I did it again!" by Bratney Skewers
"Up all night!" by Not Her
"Dumpin' " by The Grateful Head
Yup. You guessed it, DaGirl was standing at the gate in her doorway with no diaper, a pile of poop on the floor, smile on her face and dumping her toys out onto the floor.
Fortunately she didn't pick up the brown pile this time as she was more interested in getting our attention.
Now here's the rundown. She pooped before we came upstairs. She peed after we read stories. Then presented us with this timeless tale after I came downstairs. Total elapsed time between excrement breaks; 45 minutes tops.
I then had go upstairs 3 more times to tend to her running around the room, throwing toys on the floor, spreading books all over, yelling down to us, and shaking the gate like a prisoner at Alcatraz.
How DaBoy managed to sleep through all of it I'm not sure.
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Some shows I can watch over and over in reruns or on DVD and still enjoy them like it was the first time. Of course one of these shows is Law and Order and there's sooooo many episodes out that by the time you get through all of them, repeats are new to you again.
Other shows I tolerate the first time and sure don't want to waste any more time watching them again.
What am I getting at? How about some clues in near musical titles....
"Poops I did it again!" by Bratney Skewers
"Up all night!" by Not Her
"Dumpin' " by The Grateful Head
Yup. You guessed it, DaGirl was standing at the gate in her doorway with no diaper, a pile of poop on the floor, smile on her face and dumping her toys out onto the floor.
Fortunately she didn't pick up the brown pile this time as she was more interested in getting our attention.
Now here's the rundown. She pooped before we came upstairs. She peed after we read stories. Then presented us with this timeless tale after I came downstairs. Total elapsed time between excrement breaks; 45 minutes tops.
I then had go upstairs 3 more times to tend to her running around the room, throwing toys on the floor, spreading books all over, yelling down to us, and shaking the gate like a prisoner at Alcatraz.
How DaBoy managed to sleep through all of it I'm not sure.
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Monday, March 2, 2009
What are we being groomed for?
I'm not superstitious but I do believe that everything we have experienced in the past will help us in some situation in the future. Basically, the definition of learning.
Reacting to an extreme situation is much less shocking to someone who has experienced other extreme situations. You learn to accept the situation and quickly adapt to form the proper response.
Case in point 1: My brother-in-law (A) is a paramedic/firefighter and doesn't flinch at the sight of blood and gore. He follows a programmed response he's learned and tends to the situation at hand.
Case in point 2: Our dog has seizures. He started having them when he was about 2 1/2, roughly 6 months after we adopted him. When they first began it scared the hell out of us. We never knew when they would happen and in the beginning it was hard to sleep at night for fear of waking up to his thrashing. Now, we just make sure he's not on a carpet and keep his head from hitting anything hard and time the event. Prior conditioning has enabled us to handle an awful situation like it's normal.
All of the stories on this blog about DaKids so far are a fraction of the total events that have occurred in the last 2 years. I realized just how selective my memory can be after the birth of DaBoy. So many things happened with DaGirl that we both forgot about and were rudely reminded of with DaBoy. That's the reason for starting this in the first place, to record those stories.
So, if ones history will help one deal with their future, what on earth are DaKids preparing us for with all of their antics?
A career in the sanitation department perhaps?
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Reacting to an extreme situation is much less shocking to someone who has experienced other extreme situations. You learn to accept the situation and quickly adapt to form the proper response.
Case in point 1: My brother-in-law (A) is a paramedic/firefighter and doesn't flinch at the sight of blood and gore. He follows a programmed response he's learned and tends to the situation at hand.
Case in point 2: Our dog has seizures. He started having them when he was about 2 1/2, roughly 6 months after we adopted him. When they first began it scared the hell out of us. We never knew when they would happen and in the beginning it was hard to sleep at night for fear of waking up to his thrashing. Now, we just make sure he's not on a carpet and keep his head from hitting anything hard and time the event. Prior conditioning has enabled us to handle an awful situation like it's normal.
All of the stories on this blog about DaKids so far are a fraction of the total events that have occurred in the last 2 years. I realized just how selective my memory can be after the birth of DaBoy. So many things happened with DaGirl that we both forgot about and were rudely reminded of with DaBoy. That's the reason for starting this in the first place, to record those stories.
So, if ones history will help one deal with their future, what on earth are DaKids preparing us for with all of their antics?
A career in the sanitation department perhaps?
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Too good to be true
Yesterday we went to my brother-in-laws' girlfriends' house for their birthdays (they are 3 days apart). This meant a two hour drive out and two hours back, some of which was in snow. We timed the drive out perfectly, both kids slept the whole way.
We were at the party for a few hours and left when DaKids started looking sleepy. Another perfectly timed trip, they both slept the whole way back.
We had dinner and DaMom was tired so she went take a nap while I bathed DaKids. Again, everything seemed to be going perfectly. I got both of them ready for bed and DaBoy up to DaMom for his last feeding and read a few stories to DaGirl. When she was ready for the lights to go out, I made sure she didn't need the potty and went to rock DaBoy to sleep who was now screaming at DaMom.
DaGirl was quiet, DaMom went downstairs, and I rocked DaBoy who was overly squirmy. It took me a while to get him asleep enough to put into his crib. I could hear DaGirl was up but figured she was looking out the window.
NOPE
Again, she was standing in the middle of the floor with no PJs or diaper on. Only this time her hands were covered with the "stuff". She was smooshing it like play doh.
Needless to say, she got another bath.
I knew the day went too easily.
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We were at the party for a few hours and left when DaKids started looking sleepy. Another perfectly timed trip, they both slept the whole way back.
We had dinner and DaMom was tired so she went take a nap while I bathed DaKids. Again, everything seemed to be going perfectly. I got both of them ready for bed and DaBoy up to DaMom for his last feeding and read a few stories to DaGirl. When she was ready for the lights to go out, I made sure she didn't need the potty and went to rock DaBoy to sleep who was now screaming at DaMom.
DaGirl was quiet, DaMom went downstairs, and I rocked DaBoy who was overly squirmy. It took me a while to get him asleep enough to put into his crib. I could hear DaGirl was up but figured she was looking out the window.
NOPE
Again, she was standing in the middle of the floor with no PJs or diaper on. Only this time her hands were covered with the "stuff". She was smooshing it like play doh.
Needless to say, she got another bath.
I knew the day went too easily.
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