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The Annoying Man Who Drives Us Places….

As the girls and I hopped into the car this morning to get them to school, my youngest daughter mentioned some of her friends would not be at school today because they would be attending a “Pink” event at a local church.

Being the observant father, I said, “I bet Freida (not her real name) won’t be there.”

My daughter somewhat surprised said, “How did you know that?  I didn’t know you knew they went to that church.”

I then went on a rant that put me in the annoying category. “I know I usually just read at your track meets and different activities, but if I am poked with a cattle prod long enough I can be forced to talk to people.  And, despite my rapidly fleeing youth, I do have the capacity to remember and connect dots….as long as they aren’t too small…..”

Somewhere during this rant, my oldest daughter with slightly elevated voice uttered, “Stop!”

In a slightly frustrated voice, “Please don’t tell me to “Stop” like that.  I was just trying to have fun with it.”

She did apologize.  I don’t think either of them understands the challenges a parent faces.  Although I may be changing in subtle ways, the more likely change is coming from them.  As they are crawling their way into adulthood, they attempt to figure out how to navigate the new boundaries of the parent-kid relationship.

I am left feeling like the “annoying guy who drives them places”.  As they continue to grow, I continue to wonder where my “little girls went”.  When I get past the self-pity, I realize they are young ladies who are going to have to assemble a life with rules I am not able to provide for them.  Despite the bouts with my pride, I need to realize these girls are really not mine for much longer.  As I fight back the feelings of being annoying, they are developing a template for the possible order they will have in their adult life.  As I come to grips with this, I do have to face the fact I can be annoying….

Finally Finished Watching Chuck

My wife, second son and myself finally finished watching all 91 episodes of Chuck last night. It was one of 3 or 4 shows that we alternated back and forth with.  The Walking Dead, Amazing Race and other shows have been in the rotation over the past few months.  We attempted to screen new shows for life “after-Chuck”, but as of yet, we haven’t found one.  (We have tried The Following [too graphic] and a couple of shows with aliens or dystopian themes, but nothing else has risen to the top.)

When Chuck started, it was goofy and entertaining.  I enjoyed how they handled Chuck evolving into a “spy”.  Or, more appropriately stated, Chuck’s version of a spy with different versions of the Intersect and the inability to pull a “real” trigger.  The tension between Chuck and Sarah was part of the fun.  He was crazy about her, and she couldn’t (wouldn’t) admit she liked him.  The emotional sparring was what made the show really “fun”.  But, as their relationship evolved and became more permanent (i.e. marriage) the lack of tension became more passion.  And, the story lines became more “gal” friendly than previous “guy” friendly.  I still was able to enjoy the show, but as we watched the last episode last night, I felt no regret.  It was relief and satisfaction of a task completed.  I am looking forward to the next show we can enjoy as a family.

Just A Walk In The Neighborhood….

It was just a normal walk in the neighborhood.  I had already walked 3 or 4 miles earlier in the day, but I always save a post-dinner walk for my wife.  A few of the highlights…

  • Due to my previous walk, my tachometer was set a little faster than my wife’s speed.  It is a normal occurrence.  I eventually back off or she speeds up, but it all works out.
  • A mother was sitting on the front porch with a baby on her lap.  Her phone was extended and likely in “selfie” mode.
  • I got bit my one of the neighbors dogs.  As we walked up on the neighbor, she was being pulled 3 different directions by all 3 of the dogs.  I commented, “You better watch it, or your arms are going to get longer.” (A reference to her getting stretched.)  As my wife and I continued to walk, I either smelled like chicken or the largest dog in the group was defended his owners honor.  I ended up with a little bite that barely broke the skin. Did I mention it was a bite?  I give the owner credit for asking the question where she really only wanted one answer.  “Are you okay?”  I did not give her full satisfaction.  I responded, “Yes, but it did break the skin.”  We quickly walked on.  My wife had to listen to my rantings for the rest of our walk–she is a saint.
  • We saw another neighbor walking her dog.  She chose to cross the street and walk on the sidewalk on the other side of the street rather than allow her well-behaved dog to even consider tasting me for my resemblance to chicken.
  • We danced through a couple of sprinklers as they seemed to be bored with merely wetting the grass.  They needed the challenge of seeing if they might encourage grass to grow on the concrete.  You think they would have learned last year.  Certainly, sprinklers have to have a very low IQ.
  • When I wasn’t ranting about the dog, we discussed our VERY interesting days.  We discussed how we are so much skinnier than we were in high school. 😉  And, how we only love to eat foods that are good for us.  And, oh yeah, how we want to do the same jobs we are doing now until we keel over.  And, when we got through all of the chit-chat, we ended the walk realizing we are pretty lucky to have ALL we have.

When Neighbors Become Accidentally Nasty

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We live in a very nice neighborhood.  The neighbors on both sides of us also have pools.  However, our elm tree strongly favors one side of our yard.  And, this is the source of the occasional friction with the those on the other side of the fence…..

The elm seeds are annoying in almost all areas of their life cycle.  The seeds that don’t make it into the pool, usually make it into the flower beds.  And, they are not content to just end their days there.  They insist on germinating and growing into “weeds” with LOTS more below-the-surface-gripping-ability than the standard weed.

Those that find the pool as a landing place, may float for awhile before being caught in the skimmer.  Or, if they are floating-adverse, they will hopefully find a resting place on the pool floor where the “auto-vac” can easily suck them up.  The second picture is the fruit of the skimmers efforts after a windy night.  Once the skimmer gets to full, the pump may shut down because no water is able to penetrate the thick mass of tree “wannabees”.

Please realize this is our tree.  It also gives us shade and a way for squirrels to get handy access to the roof of our house.  Our neighbors have no such affection.  They have to deal with the spring fruit of our trees labor without having to fake any real affection.  Although we have never seen them vent their frustration with all of the seeds that visit their pool, we have seen possible actions on their part to “subtlety” let us know they are wishing for a selective case of dutch elm disease to visit the neighborhood.  At least twice, we have found the contents of a skimmer basket dumped into our yard. (please reference the above picture to get some idea what this might look like.)  Both times there were nice piles of seeds that were just waiting to dry out before being carried into the deep recesses of our garage.  (i.e. Under shelving or into some corner that is not easily accessed.)

I am hopeful the trees pruning of a couple of months ago has negated the trees impact on their pool.  If not, see if he mentions it the next time I see them out.  If he raises the issue, I may mention that dog of theirs that insists on “yapping” at me even though he has known me almost 4 years…. (I guess I am not perfect neighbor either)

Spring Color Comes To Town

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With all of the warm weather, it is not unexpected to see the color come to our neighborhood.  The daffodils are very familiar from my Ohio days, but not sure about this other plant.  Very pretty pinkish blooms–I am glad I had my camera on the walk today.

The other “color” of spring is not nearly as pretty or photo-worthy.  As I drove back from dropping the kids off at school yesterday, a buzzard or some other “road kill” eating bird had pulled a squirrel from the middle of the road.  They sat with breakfast in the middle of a neighbors sidewalk eating. It looks like they left the uneaten part of breakfast for the homeowner to find. (Possible the source of “off-color” word choices when the carcass is discovered by the homeowner.)Texas grass will NEVER be the blue grass (It is not really blue) of my Ohio roots.  It is still brown and slow to consider other color choices.

Regardless of grass, blooms, or animal life, my favorite spring (very, very frequently Texas in general) is blue.  I have really become addicted to blue skies.  When the sky is blue, the sun is out.  And, I have about a 90% chance of a good day!

Got to go now – I have a track meet to enjoy under some more blue skies!

 

Plastic Cups – You Are Safe Here

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As with many families, we have had the opportunity to acquire a few plastic cups.  Not all cups are safe from disposal, but we do a pretty good job recycling the cups  acquired through various means.  I will try and give an inclusive list of how our cups have found their way into our house.

  1. Restaurants/Fast Food: The participants here are Olive Garden, Whataburger and possibly a few other cups who have had their telltale marks removed by excessive dishwasher washings.
  2. Sports cups:  It is not hard to come home from a major league soccer/hockey/baseball game with a cup.  They may also come from college games, too.  Drinks are WAY to expensive at most sporting events, so we try not to purchase too many of these.
  3. Gas Station drink cups:  These are my favorite.  In the pictures, these are the ones on the counter.  There may be other reasons for hanging on to these cups, but our primary reason is the reduced cost for refills.  Recycling these cups can help us save 15-25% off of the “regular” price  And, it is this discount that has allowed me to justify the development of an iced tea habit – black mango that is.
  4. Walmart: We have acquired a few cups from the store.  My girls just couldn’t resist Sponge Bob.  My son couldn’t resist the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.

Pitfalls of excessive cups:

  1. To many cups can make it nearly impossible to remember where you put your drink cup after you were done using it.  And, if any of the other family members use the same style cup, it becomes even more complicated.  My favorite milk/water cup are the Olive Garden cups.  But, since we have so many of these, it could easily be the default choice for other thirsty household members.
  2. The cups, when used for one drink only, pile up quickly.  And, lots of cups seem to make the top shelf of the dishwasher fill up much more quickly than the bottom shelf.
  3. When the cups are put in the  cabinet, they have to be stacked.  If someone wants to put the cups away quickly, they just stack them randomly and deposited a mismatched set on the shelf.  If someone were OCD, this might be a problem, Unfortunately, none of the kids are aware of the character flaw that is apparent when they choose to put unrelated cups together.  I generally plan a stack “reshuffle” shortly after each dish washer load.  The good thing about cups is they don’t “clink” together, and they stack.  The more they stack the less shelf space needed.

Have we pitched some cups?  Yes.  Usually after they start cracking or they are used to bail out the toilet or something like that.  I can’t promise we will be a welcome home to any cups left on our doorstep, but we will try to embrace any homeless cups worth saving.

 

No Cookies For The Trackster

My son and I ran a few errands after church.  After the haircut, we ran up to Walmart to get a few items for lunch.  Although Oreos (not really Oreos, but the generic brand) were not on the list, my son could not help but grab a couple of bags.  Not just regular bags, but double stuffs.

We were not home for long before the “tracker” (she runs distance on the track team) saw how we had cookies she was not supposed to eat.  (I can look at them all day and not need to eat them, but this does not apply to the rest of my household.  Gummy bears on the other hand….) She moped until lunch and through most of lunch until I had a genius idea (mother disagreed on the quality of the idea, but big brother embraced it.)  Why not allow each person to grab a few cookies from an open pack and put them in their own bag.  Before placing them in the bag, lick them to keep your siblings from being tempted to eat those you have licked.

Brother excused himself from the meal and immediately ran to the cookies and grabbed a bag.  He grabbed 5 or 6 cookies from a row and just ran his tongue over the whole stack.  (My upset daughter did get her 3 or 4 cookies.  She saw this as a reasonable quantity and not to greedy.) It is not how my parents would have solved the problem, but when all of the kids are happy and mom is rolling her eyes, the idea must have had some merit. 😉