"Get a Haircut...

...and I'll take "DaBoy" to get one!" she told me.

This isn't the first time I've been pestered about my locks:

• As a kid my mother always complained about how short I'd have my hair cut, she loved my "waves." 
• DaMom's Aunty N always hates to see my hair short because I have "such nice curls."
• DaMom's Memere loves the thickness of it.
• DaMom doesn't like it too short, "the best length is about when you go and get it cut."
• My mother-in-law usually has something to say about it if it is too long.
• When I have a "bad" hair day (As seen to the right) folks at work offer their two cents.

I'm used to the peanut gallery you might say. I think it's humorous.

It seems every year I let my hair go forth and do its own thing. If there is one thing I  know how to do, it's making myself look like hell. My last haircut was in August (I think). When it was time for my appointment I gave the slot to DaMom because her hair was bugging her. I never rescheduled.

A razor hasn't touched my face since Thanksgiving, I've been hacking it down with a beard trimmer every couple of weeks.

Last year I didn't even do that, I just let the beard grow and the wings fly out from under the hat.

Although I did learn how not to cut my hair last year.

This is probably the longest my hair has ever been. The race is on to see who can be the most stubborn. Not like any of us are stubborn here....(snicker)



It's cold out and I like some hair to keep me warm. In the summer it's sheared off because, you guessed it, it's hot outside.






DaBoy needs a haircut and DaMom won't take him to get one until I get one.

He looks like a little girl...


 



....the old lady's say so in public.






(His Aunty K put those pigtails in, blame her, not us.)


I know he isn't affected by it though. The other day Memere was "arguing" with him about what his gender was.
Memere: Are you mommy's little boy?
DaBoy: MAN

Memere: You are mommy's little boy?
DaBoy: MAN
Memere: Boy
DaBoy: MAN
This continued for a while.

Apparently he is referred to as a little man a bit too much around here. Although this is better than a few months ago when he kept saying he was a "gurl" and his sister was his "brutha".

So who will win the battle of wills?
...probably neither of us, Memere has threatened to take him, he looks like a girl after all.

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A Little like this?

I'm laying out the bed of a new Tornado Chaser at work. The guy in charge of the project made mention of using duct work as a cheap and easy method to provide the system with air. I knew it would look like hell when he said it so I picked out the bluest tubing I could get from McMaster and went to town.

I christen thee ECTO 1.1!!

Uh no...
My plan worked though! I finally got him to agree to sheet-metal ducting. A co-worker dubbed me the master of hyperbole here to get my way.
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A Preschooler's Views on Time Off

DaGirl: Daddy, you have to take me to school today.
DaGoof: Sorry but there is no school this week
DaGirl: Why?
DaGoof: Because it's school vacation week
DaGirl: Vacation? I DON"T WANNA GO ON VACATION!
DaGoof: Some day you will...

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Work Related Computer Woes

Resistance is futile....

you will be assimilated.

The Art of the Bus Chase - Part 2

Not long after I started writing The Art of the Bus Chase - Part 1 my commuting nearly came to a halt. I'm not sure if I could pinpoint one reason for it but I'm sure the holiday's, snowstorms, frigid rain, and persistent head colds (yes plural) condemned the December mileage total to all of 84. Since we only had the one car and I wasn't about to drive a 44 year old truck on our snow/ice/crap covered New England roads, I had to modify my art form of bus chasing.

While riding the bike I never took note as to exactly where and when I was passing which bus. I just knew that certain buses ran more often than others and I was more likely to see #'s 31 and 30 more often than #'s 32 and 38. When I was acting "truck-lite" in December I needed to decipher the cryptic bus schedules and make my way to and from work by catching 2 bus routes at just right time and do a little walking. To add to the complexity of the bus schedule, they run certain routes less or alter their times when the colleges go on break.

This created huge amounts of frustration for me. Just when I got used to when I needed to leave to walk to a stop, the time of that stop shifted a few minutes or moved to the next hour. This conundrum has a lot to do with us buying the Honda. I couldn't see myself trying to adapt to these ever changing schedules and still end up late for work or getting home everyday.

This brings us to today's fun bus rides (plant tongue firmly in cheek, here). We dropped off the VW last night so they could figure out the check engine light issue which confunded me. I still needed to be a work today, soooo enter the Bus Chase.

Getting to the bus in the morning was easier than expected (both kids up and crying at various times throughout the night culminating with DaGirl in bed with DaMom and DaBoy on the couch with me just to get them both to sleep.) I was out the door and at the stop like I never stopped taking it. When the bus arrived however it became another story. The driver was still training so he was being overly cautious and flippin slow as molasses. When his shift ended at the second college and the observer took over, the driver switch was painfully slow and resulted in me missing my first chance at grabbing the second bus. When I finally arrived at work I had been gone from the house for almost an hour and a half. ugh!


DaMom's first quilting class of the new year is tonight so she was pretty adamant about me being home on time which meant I needed to fly out the door just a whisker before 5 to grab a bus. I was fortunate to grab an oddball route that actually took me all of the way to Atkin's where I could grab the final bus home. Tonight it took one hour door to door. Much better. Even though I figured tonight's first bus ride would get me to the right stop for the second bus on time, I still found myself checking my watch constantly.

It was the first time I've ever caught the buses right like that. The art is still under revision.

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Cycle Speedway

Once upon a time I used to work on oval track race cars.

This looks like more fun than I ever had pulling wrenches.



Found on Boston Biker

Flat Track Racing, Freewheels, No Brakes

Regression: returning to a former state

As mentioned in the previous post DaGirl has been sick. As a result of this sickness she has not been to school since last Wednesday and that does not bode well for good nights of sleep.

I was on the phone with my parents this evening just after putting DaGirl down for bed. While I was on the phone I hear her chatting away. This chatting led to singing which finally led to bouncing on the bed.

When I eventually got to her room, I find all of the stuffed animals and blankets that usually reside in bed with her on the floor and she's dancing on the bed naked as a jay bird.

DaGoof: Where are all your clothes?
DaGirl: I dunno.
DaMom: (laughing hysterically down stairs) bahaahaa
DaGoof: Why did you take them off?
DaGirl: *shrugs*

Sound familiar? here here or here

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