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It was a weird place for a chair. I guess people are just getting lazier and can't even throw a chair in the trashcan. The neighborhood seems to have lost that shine over the years.

Sigh....

I juggle my stuff and finally made it in the door. Something crunched underfoot. Paint? drywall?

Don't we normally keep that door closed?! Why is it propped open?

I started to get worried. Something was different.. wrong... very wrong.

They looked worried while I walked up.

"We were burgled!"

I started to chuckle inside but it never made it out. They were serious!

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Posted by chris at 08:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

Every Monday, we take turns bringing in lunch for everyone else in the group. We call it lunch bunch. Over the last year, the effort that people are putting in has declined. Unfortunately, its dropped on both the effort going into what is brought for lunch, but also the people who are eating it. If eating store bough sandwiches isn't boring enough, if you put any effort into bringing lunch, that is the day that 2 out of 7 people show up. It's frustrating to say the least. So, I quit. I will miss the conversation and the friendly banter. I wont miss the stress of preparing a meal for 7 people, trying to get it in the car on a Monday morning, nor the disappointment to be sharing my hard work with only a few people.

Bummered

Posted by chris at 01:24 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

The weekend was decidely weekendly. It was the first weedend like weekend in as many weekends as we could remember. Most prior weekends were noticable non-weekend like... ofter resembling parts of the week (not including the weekend). Often times, we found ourselves preforming weekday like exercises (working, etc..). This weekendly weekend had none of that. We strategically arranged our weekend into a series of non-related events. Like so:

• Sleep
• Cleaned up
• Neighborhood Fall Festival
• Relax
• Sister & David visited
• Sleep more
• Eat Breakfast
• Drive around looking for baby-safe swingset (FAIL)
• Grocery Shopping at Sprouts
• Hunting Kiwano 'Horned' Melons
• Rest
• Cowboys Game (FAIL)
• More Grocery Shopping
• Make Cheesecake
• Dinner
• Sleep (FAIL)

As you can see, the weekend was rife with failures. Connor woke up screaming Sunday very early morning (as if he was in pain). It took awhile to calm him down. He was fussier than normal throughout the day. We couldn't determine what was making him unhappy, though. Because of the lack of sleep, Christine started feeling bad at the end of Sunday. By 10pm, she had a fever, chills, and other non-feel-goodness. I couldn't get to sleep due to (another) pinched nerve in my shoulder as well as Christine's and Connor's restlessness. Overall, not a good night. So, while we almost made it completely through the weekend doing only weekendly things, we ran into non-weekendly things at the very end.

We will try harder next time.

Posted by chris at 11:00 AM | Permalink | Comments (0)

After almost 30 years of experience, I'm almost convinced that I'm a little weird.

Does this dress make me look fat? I used to wish that I will eventually turn out as a wise calm grandfatherly friendly mentor. It saddens me that it won't be in my future. At this point, I'm just hoping to not be the guy they write 'that' bad eulogy for. You know... the BAD eulogy... I've tried being nice. It doesn't work out well for me, I end up just being honest. I've resorted to bringing chocolate to work so that the nice people talk with me. Some people can sweeten twisted poisoned words and create an enormous grand accomplishment out of an complete failure. I, instead, will tell you really what I think about what you did. This doesn't typically go over well. You asked my opinion. Yes, that dress makes you look fat.

Ohh look!!! A pony!! A cursory review could label me as an perfectionist ADHD OCD. I approach short impossible tasks with a rabid aggressiveness. The more complex the better. I like challenges. I am most hopeless when I don't know where to start. When I start, I work with confidence that I will eventually solve the problem in the general direction of the solution and refine my path as I get further into the problem. Some see this confidence as arrogance. Are they afraid I will succeed or of me failing? I see no other way. A committee will dilute the blame, reduce ownership and produce copious amounts of hot air. Take action! Nike!

If I don't succeed, I learn, I evolve and improve next time. I do not cry about it. Even if I may succeed, anything less than perfection is an opportunity to learn and improve. Some are complacent with their mediocre results or "barely" failures. No blame or explanation is needed, just learn for next time. TTWWADI *cringe* I'm not perfect. I do not claim to be. I just want to be better.

Waiting

is

so

hard.

WhyDoWeNeedToWaitWhenWeCanHaveItNow?INeedToLearnToStopAndSmellThe
RosesAndLetThePotBoil.ButWhyWalkWhenWeCanRun?

I must be in front of traffic. Faster cars are insane jerks and slower cars are unsafe old people. Get off the road! I walk faster uphill than I do on even ground.

Is this a curse or a blessing?

There is a committee. I am waiting. No action is being taken. Should I get on my pony and leave? Will my future be any different?

Posted by chris at 09:33 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

Connor is doing his best to impersonate static cling. He will not leave poor Christine alone! All of the sudden, if she isn't holding him, he is usually crying. If she hands him off to me and leaves his sight, it takes him several minutes to calm down. Once she re-appears, it happens all over again! Crazy!

We celebrated another B-Day recently. That's right! Connor is now officially 'weened'. While I'm sure Christine will miss their time together, I'm hoping this will save a few hours for her each day at work and also turn a 2 hour bed time routine to something abit shorter.

We finally ate dinner out on the patio. We picked up some patio furniture on crazy discount this last weekend and we were able to enjoy it last night. It was a beautiful evening (68-72ish) with a light breeze carrying the gentle screams of Cowboy fans across the darkness. We returned the favor with baby cries floating off into the dusk.

Posted by chris at 01:43 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)