..sort of. It's not the winter weather from my other life in Canada, but you can't expect that sort of thing here in Texas. Sunday it was a balmy and lovely 80 degrees and today we are looking at 29 degrees and ice. I haven't been out to explore it just yet, but according to Big Daddy the roads are solid ice. I'm sure the neighbourhood kids are thrilled. It means at least a delayed start if nothing else.
Sunday my parents fly in for the holidays. I hope the weather improves before then though it doesn't sound promising at this point. Keep your fingers crossed.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
From The Trash Bin
I'm terribly frustrated with my subject these days. It seems that the only angle I get is this one:
Not that you're able to tell, but that photo is Critter and Superstar chasing each other out on the front lawn this weekend past. While the hoods don't help, this is the type of picture I've been getting each time I pick up a camera to photograph the boys - O in particular. I don't know what it is, no matter where I stand, this is my constant view. It's terribly frustrating as a photographer.
Not that you're able to tell, but that photo is Critter and Superstar chasing each other out on the front lawn this weekend past. While the hoods don't help, this is the type of picture I've been getting each time I pick up a camera to photograph the boys - O in particular. I don't know what it is, no matter where I stand, this is my constant view. It's terribly frustrating as a photographer.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
All About Big Daddy
I talk about Big Daddy a great deal, he is a major part of my life after all, though you've barely even gotten a glimpse of who Big Daddy really is. I don't know whether that's good or bad. I'll let you decide for yourself. Best you strap on a seat belt.
ME: If you could be president for a day, what would you do?
B.D.: I'd take away all foreign aid and give it back to the citizens of this country that need it and by reducing our national debt. Then I'd nuke Iraq and Afghanistan after I pulled out all of our troops. I'd also make punishments for committing a crime more severe.
ME: How so?
B.D.: You kill someone, you in turn are killed. You rape someone and you die. People who commit hanous crimes are killed. If you steal something then you get your hand cut off. If you do it again you lose your other hand, but I'm certain people would be less likely to do it again. Basically, I'd do whatever I had to cut crime.
ME: You sound like a facious dictator.
B.D.: Pretty much.
ME: What about all those people that would lose their jobs when you closed down the prisons because you've either killed the criminals or carried out their sentencing? What happens to them? How would you be supporting them?
B.D.: I didn't think about that.
ME: If you could go back in time, when and to where would it be?
B.D.: I'd want to go back to the beginning of the earth's existance. I want to know whether it was actually as a result of the big bang theory, or was this world put here by God.
ME: If you were stranded on a deserted island, what one possession would you take with you and why?
B.D.: A can of snuff.
ME: You're kidding me, right?
B.D.: No. You know what I'm like with out it.
ME: What a crock. You just use that as a crutch.
B.D.: Maybe I do, but that's what I'd take.
ME: Just one can. And when you run out, what then?
ME: And what about O or I? You wouldn't take either of us with you, the two most important things to you in the world?
B.D.: If I had an unlimited supply of snuff, sure.
ME: You're impossible.
B.D.: Most times.
If tomorrow was your last day on earth, how would you spend it?
B.D.: Celebrating Christmas with you and O. I'd want to watch him open up his presents. I want to see him all excited.
ME: He was excited last year.
B.D.: But not like he is this year. It's all he's talking about right now, right?
ME: True.
ME: That would be a nice day.
B.D.: Oh, and one more thing.
ME: Ya?
B.D.: Ya. I'd watch Ohio State play Michigan - and win of course.
ME: At the Shoe (O.S.U. football stadium)?
B.D.: No, from home.
ME: If you could be reincarnated as anyone or anything, what or who would it be and why?
B.D.: (said with VERY little hesitation and smile on his face) I'd come back as a woman's sex toy!
ME: (I try not to choke on my drink) Are you kidding me?
B.D.: Nope!
ME: (still kind of choking and laughing) Why??!
B.D.: So I could see more action.
ME: Seariously?
B.D.: Yep
ME: (just laughing and shaking my head at him) I can't write that on my blog.
B.D.: (he laughs and grins)
ME: You're a pig.
B.D.: Oink, oink!
I think that I'll stop here for now. I'd hate to scare you people off with any more. LOL Maybe I should have put a warning at the top or something.
...to be cont'd
ME: If you could be president for a day, what would you do?
B.D.: I'd take away all foreign aid and give it back to the citizens of this country that need it and by reducing our national debt. Then I'd nuke Iraq and Afghanistan after I pulled out all of our troops. I'd also make punishments for committing a crime more severe.
ME: How so?
B.D.: You kill someone, you in turn are killed. You rape someone and you die. People who commit hanous crimes are killed. If you steal something then you get your hand cut off. If you do it again you lose your other hand, but I'm certain people would be less likely to do it again. Basically, I'd do whatever I had to cut crime.
ME: You sound like a facious dictator.
B.D.: Pretty much.
ME: What about all those people that would lose their jobs when you closed down the prisons because you've either killed the criminals or carried out their sentencing? What happens to them? How would you be supporting them?
B.D.: I didn't think about that.
ME: If you could go back in time, when and to where would it be?
B.D.: I'd want to go back to the beginning of the earth's existance. I want to know whether it was actually as a result of the big bang theory, or was this world put here by God.
ME: If you were stranded on a deserted island, what one possession would you take with you and why?
B.D.: A can of snuff.
ME: You're kidding me, right?
B.D.: No. You know what I'm like with out it.
ME: What a crock. You just use that as a crutch.
B.D.: Maybe I do, but that's what I'd take.
ME: Just one can. And when you run out, what then?
ME: And what about O or I? You wouldn't take either of us with you, the two most important things to you in the world?
B.D.: If I had an unlimited supply of snuff, sure.
ME: You're impossible.
B.D.: Most times.
If tomorrow was your last day on earth, how would you spend it?
B.D.: Celebrating Christmas with you and O. I'd want to watch him open up his presents. I want to see him all excited.
ME: He was excited last year.
B.D.: But not like he is this year. It's all he's talking about right now, right?
ME: True.
ME: That would be a nice day.
B.D.: Oh, and one more thing.
ME: Ya?
B.D.: Ya. I'd watch Ohio State play Michigan - and win of course.
ME: At the Shoe (O.S.U. football stadium)?
B.D.: No, from home.
ME: If you could be reincarnated as anyone or anything, what or who would it be and why?
B.D.: (said with VERY little hesitation and smile on his face) I'd come back as a woman's sex toy!
ME: (I try not to choke on my drink) Are you kidding me?
B.D.: Nope!
ME: (still kind of choking and laughing) Why??!
B.D.: So I could see more action.
ME: Seariously?
B.D.: Yep
ME: (just laughing and shaking my head at him) I can't write that on my blog.
B.D.: (he laughs and grins)
ME: You're a pig.
B.D.: Oink, oink!
I think that I'll stop here for now. I'd hate to scare you people off with any more. LOL Maybe I should have put a warning at the top or something.
...to be cont'd
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sinner and Saint
Last night I ate dinner alone. That's nothing unusual given the fact that Big Daddy travels away from home a great deal and I sometimes eat later than Critter. The different between last night's dinner and other nights is that I listened to the repetitive screaming and crying of my son for the ENTIRE meal and then some. Over and over he screamed what would have been some hurtful things if we didn't understand the way O works.
You see, today was another day in a long week of no naps for the critter - seems you just can't force someone to sleep no matter how hard you try. Even though he appears to be getting plenty of sleep during the night, exhaustion overtook him this afternoon and he fell asleep on the couch around 4:30 pm. I debated as to whether or not I should wake him up, but decided to let him sleep. It was pretty obvious by his sudden deep sleep that he needed the rest. Six o'clock rolls around and Big Daddy decided to take the task of waking O up upon himself (what a brave brave man). I can tell you, it certainly wasn't a task that I wanted - I KNOW what that kid is like if you wake him up before he is ready. He's a bear; a great big, mean, surly, grouchy bear! Hence tonight's "episode".
Now Big Daddy is a man of very little patience. He has less patience than I do when it comes to our son and that boy can frustrate me like no tomorrow! So I have no idea what he was thinking when he took on the task of rousing our son from sleep, but that man deserves some sort of award for what he endured. Of course I too had to listen to O's antics but I listened on from the comfort of the kitchen. B.D. had to deal with the hour long screaming session from Critter face to face. Not once during Critter's tirade did Big Daddy lose his temper. He remained calm and in control. He handled everything perfectly, it was textbook. After a week where these melt downs have happened so frequently, each one a little worse than the one prior, even a more patient man then B.D. would have lost his cool.
I was so proud of Big Daddy for the way he handled things. And not that I haven't thought it before, but today I'm giving voice to the fact that I sometimes don't give Big Daddy enough credit. Last night he truly proved that he deserves every bit of it (makes a note to self to include giving B.D. more credit as one of my New Year's resolutions). He may not have the patience of a Saint, but last night Big Daddy became one to me.
You see, today was another day in a long week of no naps for the critter - seems you just can't force someone to sleep no matter how hard you try. Even though he appears to be getting plenty of sleep during the night, exhaustion overtook him this afternoon and he fell asleep on the couch around 4:30 pm. I debated as to whether or not I should wake him up, but decided to let him sleep. It was pretty obvious by his sudden deep sleep that he needed the rest. Six o'clock rolls around and Big Daddy decided to take the task of waking O up upon himself (what a brave brave man). I can tell you, it certainly wasn't a task that I wanted - I KNOW what that kid is like if you wake him up before he is ready. He's a bear; a great big, mean, surly, grouchy bear! Hence tonight's "episode".
Now Big Daddy is a man of very little patience. He has less patience than I do when it comes to our son and that boy can frustrate me like no tomorrow! So I have no idea what he was thinking when he took on the task of rousing our son from sleep, but that man deserves some sort of award for what he endured. Of course I too had to listen to O's antics but I listened on from the comfort of the kitchen. B.D. had to deal with the hour long screaming session from Critter face to face. Not once during Critter's tirade did Big Daddy lose his temper. He remained calm and in control. He handled everything perfectly, it was textbook. After a week where these melt downs have happened so frequently, each one a little worse than the one prior, even a more patient man then B.D. would have lost his cool.
I was so proud of Big Daddy for the way he handled things. And not that I haven't thought it before, but today I'm giving voice to the fact that I sometimes don't give Big Daddy enough credit. Last night he truly proved that he deserves every bit of it (makes a note to self to include giving B.D. more credit as one of my New Year's resolutions). He may not have the patience of a Saint, but last night Big Daddy became one to me.
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