Archive for January, 2018

Shrill

29 January, 2018

I quickly read Lindy West’s Shrill: Notes from a Loud Woman, and I’m glad I did.

The little tiny things I appreciated, her basketball references… talking about a person grabbing the Defensive Rebound when they change their long-held-opinion, or a quick “I can fix your jump shot”.

Bigger more important things, that she says so much better than I can:

Comics should punch up, not punch down. For example, the CEO shouldn’t make fun of the janitor at the company picnic roast.

And one of the most Jesus like things I’ve read recently, (and naturally from someone who doesn’t believe in God. Srsly my fellow Christians, what’s wrong with us?)

“It’s hard to be cold or cruel when you remember it’s hard to be a person.”

Good work, Ms. West. Thank you.

 

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recently…like a few hours ago

28 January, 2018

today was a lazy morning Sunday.

The boys were playing Fifa on the xbox, and seeming to be enjoying each other. MsS, not allowed to play electronics, because she had her extra time last night when a friend was over late, and the boys had to go to bed on time. They were grumpy last night. It’s all fair and square today.

I spent some time w/ MrCuddles working on multiplication tables and reading.

We went to MrGrunty’s basketball game.

But, after dinner was teh best, the childrens kicked me out of my room, to have a “kids meeting”. Which involved singing, laughing, and trying to sneak past the parents who were reading in the living room, then scurrying away when caught. This went on for like 45 minutes. Then they were playing hide and seek. I don’t understand, I thought all the good places are known. But they were having fun. They asked me to play and I did. I got a little claustrophobic in one of my hiding spots. Fun was had.

Until bedtime.

Parents ruin all the fun, all the time.

recently Dec 2017

27 January, 2018

I think these stories are from last month…

Recently…

MrG was asking aboot college, and study. I told him you should study 2 or 3 hours for each hour you spend in class. (Note to self!!! Once I find that time machine!)  We charted out a sample schedule for him. I played scenarios of his BFF wanting to “just go out for a burger” and how that easily can cut into your study time. And then another friend wants to see a movie. And sometimes, you study hard, and still mess up the exam. He tells me he wants to take Sundays off, just to relax. I said you could, but you have to build up the study on the other days of the week. We didn’t discuss sports or jobs.

MrC helped me bury a bird that we found in our flower bed. Pro’lly froze to death. (Which is why I think this was from December.) Later that day he helped me repair a chair with loose leg, and another chair where the seat had disconnected. Considering it’s a month later, and we’ve been using the chairs… I think we solved the problem.

Along the lines of solving a problem…took me way too long to get around to it…but I finally replaced the oven bake element. And, since it’s been about a month and we’ve cooked in the oven…I think I solved the problem.

MsS helped me build a hanger rack under her bed for her AmericanGirlDoll clothes. Then we need to adjust some hangers to make ’em smaller.

Today…which actually is from today… MyBetterHalf joined me in wrapping a heating duct in the crawl space. When we were done, I mentioned, “that will pro’lly save us a couple dollars a year in heating costs.” She wasn’t amused.

 

projects

24 January, 2018

this past weekend…

MrG went to hardware store with me, picked out stuff for repairing his room, and helped me with info on our heater filter.

MrC helped with change heater filter, and helped replace a light switch knob.

MsS helped fix the toilet, (the chain fell off the tank lever).

Basically, little tiny things, but, you know, having the childrens help with projects. And I’m learning… one kid at a time with learning a new project.

Seattle Women’s March 2.0

20 January, 2018

MyBetterHalf and I took the childrens to the Women’s March. They really didn’t want to go, but got ready in an alright fashion. We talked about why we are marching, one child said “because women are paid less then men”.

But…as marches go, (or maybe it’s just liberal marches that are disorganized, run late, no real plan, no one in the back can hear the speakers, not enough exits…this worries me for the 2018 elections), it was a lot of standing around, and it was cold (well, cold for Seattle) and a bit of drizzling (well, constant raining if you’re from other parts of the country), and they were bored, and hungry, and wanted to go home.

But it’s important to show up, in person, and say “I agree”.

debut concert(s)

18 January, 2018

MsS and MrG had their debut concerts with the school band and orchestra. (And it looks like about 25% of all fifth graders play the clarinet.)

MsS was very big smiles when she saw me sitting in the front row (MyBetterHalf got there first and saved me seat).

MrG, he had on his game face, but would sometimes smile while talking with his soccer buddies in the viola section before the concert.

MrC basically hung out with his BFF and ignored the concert.

cuteness overload

17 January, 2018

The other day, was reading w/ MrCuddles, he left to get get something, came running back, “Papa, come quick, this is so cool, look”.

MsSqueaky was playing a computer game, and Sophie-Kitty was on her lap.

MsS and MrGrunty were discussing video game strategy.

late night pizza

14 January, 2018

in the long long ago… I was a student-coordinator at a dorm kitchen, in “in charge” when the real managers weren’t there. That left me working a lot of 8pm until close (midnight) and clean up (1am-2am, depending on your crew) on many a Friday & Saturday night. Well, never really alone, they decided that you needed at least two student coordinators to be responsible for 50 pizzas, a sandwich bar, salad bar and drink cooler.

(First, it amazes me the lack of trust they had in 20 year olds, because at this very minute there are 18 year old kids carrying assault rifles on patrol, or directing fighter jets to land at dark on a bouncing air-craft carrier. But then again, probably a kid out of book camp is more dependable than a college kid. That’s why after four years of college they put you in charge of someone that has four years of experience but no college. Sigh.)

(Second, because of late night, where re-stocking was a major part of the job, I loath all the variety sugar water beverages…twelve flavors of snapple, or Coke’s “hey-let’s get in on the fruit flavor craze Fruitopia” sixteen flavors. Look, what do you need. Caffeinated fizzy sugar water, Diet-caffeinated fizzy water, fizzy sugar water without caffeine. To this day, I drink coke or pepsi and still have a special disdain for snapple.)

So, we wanted to have a decent staff… ones that would show up, all the time, and competent.

One year, to try and make it fun, to try and get our decent staff to work instead of party on Friday & Saturday nights, we decided, without asking management, let’s do special theme nights… make it fun. Here’s a few examples, that I can remember…

  • Fisherman’s night. We did ask special permission to keep the fryers on and also serve fish and chips. And we dressed up. I bought a fisherman’s vest, cheap $10 galashes, (pro-tip, terrible idea on a greasy kitchen floor), but I still have ’em, and used them this past snowy Xmas! We pinned bobbers and lures to our hats.
  • 50s night. I bought a bunch of 50s compilation cassette tapes. We wore white t-shirts. (NOT authorized uniform). Some of our crew slicked back their hair (pro’lly using fryer grease!), and rolled up cigarettes in their shirt sleeves.
  • I’m told we did cross-dresser night. But I’ve blocked that from my memory.
  • Terrorist night… (yeah…this one couldn’t be done now-a-days, times have changed)… this one took precise timing. Most of us dressed up, black berets, black turtle neck shirts (pro tip, those get hot next to a pizza oven), we had cap guns (using markers to black out the orange bands to let cops know it’s not a real gun), we crafted “sticks of dynamite” with cardboard tubes, I think we had “Pizza Liberation Front” badges… at 9pm sharp, an expected line of customers, we waited just a minute longer than necessary, a dozen pizzas ready to be served. The terrorist came “shot” the server, possibly even with one of those cap guns, (who fell down, and loved hamming it up, (unfortunately for the person who shot the server, the server weighed 180 lbs and needed to be dragged away – to change into their PFL uniform/disguise. Our usual server, who was a petite 5′ woman refused to be shot, “I’ll dress up, but I’m not falling down on that gross floor”), and PLF members came out an quickly served pizza.
  • And of course you know you do something fun, without management knowing, you’re gonna be caught. One night, I’m walking through, checking things, looked good, things well stocked, place clean, a few fresh pizza slices available of a couple different varieties (not too much, not lacking), tables in the dining room looking good. And who walks in at 11pm. Our manager. “Welcome to Bugaloo-Night, Sir! Would you like a slice of pizza?” He was chuckling. We all had our uniforms on, but, we had crafted antenna onto our visors, with different decorations on the ends. (Evidently we were inspired by a 70s show “the Bugaloos”, I don’t know, I didn’t watch much TV as a kid.) I couldn’t believe it. How lucky were we? Everyone was actually doing what they were supposed to, and the place looked good. He smiled, had a piece of pizza, paid for it, and went home. The next day he asked what we were doing? I explained, (leaving out “terrorist night”) and he seemed to think it was a good idea.

 

today

13 January, 2018

MsS was first awake, we chatted a bit. Then she quickly had to go off to a party.

MrG and I went and got him a bigger viola, which coincidently has less scratches, so maybe he’ll like it more. He implies that he’s bored with orchestra, so we picked up a Suzuki book. And wow, the memories came flooding back to me. I saw the music for Dr. Suzuki’s “Perpetual Motion” and it is stuck my brain. I like Suzuki, focus on melody and rhythmic variation, and seems to easily build. Yup, I should’ve practice more when I was a child.

MrC and I spent some time reading.

MyBetterHalf is bummed the teams she was kinda-sorta wanting to win, lost.

Bright

12 January, 2018

tonight, my wonderful roommate from the long-long ago visited

Me, MyBetterHalf & ex-roommate watched “Bright” the Will Smith fantasy-buddy-cop movie

It was entertaining and fun

If you hear the phrase “We’re not in a prophecy, we’re in a stolen Toyota Corolla” and think, yeah, that sounds like a phrase I want to hear in a movie, I recommend. If that sounds just too cheezy, well, you’re right.