Monthly Archive for August, 2005

Outsmarted by a 2.95 Year Old

We were in desperate need of groceries. Partly because of lack of ambition, and partly because there was still food in the house, we have not been grocery shopping for quite a while. After dinner, we packed up the boys and headed for Sam’s Club. (Heck, if we are only going to go grocery shopping once a month, we might as well make out trip worthwhile.)

After spending almost an hour in the store, we were finally done. We loaded up the groceries in the van and headed home. Once we arrived I began the daunting task of moving the groceries from the car to the apartment, and putting them away. RJ played outside, even though it was past his bedtime, because we had been busy all evening and he did not have a chance to play outside after dinner.

About an hour later I came outside to get him. He said he wanted to play outside for “a long, long time.” His long, long time lasted about five minutes. He came up to the door and I told him that there were going to be no in and out privileges, and that if he opened the door he was to be inside for the rest of the night.

He knocked on the door. I opened it and he ran in. He quickly ran back outside.

It was at this point that I told him that he needed to stay inside for the rest of the night. With the most matter of fact face that he could muster he said, “Daddy, I knocked the door. You opened the door, not me. I can play outside now.”

I let him play. How can I argue with that logic?

WordPress.com

My mother has a new wordpress.com web log. Thanks, Matt!

Vacuum Cleaners

I remember my first vacuum cleaner. It was “inexpensive,” about $40 in 1997, and broke very quickly. I used a dust buster for about the next two years. It sounds a lot worse than it is, since at the time I lived in the dorms, and borrowed vacuums on a regular basis. This is especially important, since as a smoker, spilled ash trays were not that uncommon.

In 1999 my parents moved to Indiana, and I was out of a house for the summer. I was going in to my senior year of college, and had everything already set up and did not want to change my plans. My benevolent parents said that they would pay for an apartment for my, even though I was working, since I had planned on moving home for the summer and saving up money.

I relished my first apartment. I lived all by myself and enjoyed every minute of it. Unlike being married and having children, I could find everything in my apartment, since it was always where I left it. But I had no vacuum. I had been borrowing my Grandpa’s vacuum cleaner about once a week, but it was old and heavy and a pain to haul back and forth between his house, about 8 or 9 miles away, and my apartment.

My mother knew that I had feeling a bit down, and on a day off of her job search at the time, came to visit. Since I had nothing to hide from my parents ;) , and they were paying the rent, my parents had keys to my apartment. I came home from school one day to find my Mom cleaning my kitchen and a brand new vacuum sitting in the living room. This is about the same time I was learning about financial responsibility, after having racked up massive amounts of credit card debt. I was bound and determined not to go further into debt nor ask anyone for help. I really could not have afforded a vacuum on my own. (Some days I could not even afford to eat, but that is another topic all together.)

That is the vacuum that I still have. I have repaired countless times, new belts and such, and it still works like a charm. But as the years passes, the volume increased. We have taken to not vacuuming the floor after 8 P.M. so that the boys can sleep. Yes, it is that loud. We could be sweeping the basement (finished) and it would wake the boys up upstairs. Although it works, it was time for a new one.

Mom and Dad came to the rescue again, and the UPS guy delivered a Hoover vacuum to my front door today. On my birthday, no less. Talk about timing. It is quiet, bag-less, has more attachments than you can shake a stick at, and even has a power boost mode for those things that you pick up because the vacuum cleaner could not get and then throw back on the floor to give the vacuum one more chance. Until I needed my first vacuum, I never though I would be excited or thankful to get cleaning equipment as a gift.

But, I am thankful. I am thankful that I have a family that takes care of each other, and listens to what each other want. I am thankful for my children who taught me to be less selfish (C’mon, what other late twenties guy would want a vacuum cleaner for his birthday?) And I am especially thankful for my wife, who will :-P be the one using the vacuum cleaner.

Democratic Zombies

This says it all.

Ice Cream Trucks

I remember very few times growing up when my Dad got me something from the Ice Cream Truck. Mostly it was because we lived out in the country, and the Ice Cream Truck did not come by very often. The fact that we lived a good distance from the road probably played a major role as well. By the time we first heard the music we had better be sprinting for the road, or we were out of luck.

Not surprisingly, the few times that my Dad did buy me ice cream from the Ice Cream Truck are very special to me.

RJ and I were playing catch outside (and I say this because we do play catch indoors from time to time) when we heard the music. RJ very excitedly said that the Ice Cream Man was coming. We continued to play ball.

The more I heard the music and remembered how special those few times were to me, the more excited I got. After a good ten minutes of listening to “Pop Goes the Weasel,” I could not take it anymore. I dashed inside to grab my wallet, and RJ and I made a mad dash for the Ice Cream Truck.

We made it just in time, as they were just starting to pull away. At this point, I do not know who was more excited, me or RJ.

As I picked the boy up so he could tell the lady what he wanted, he said that I had to have some, too. How could I resist. We received our ice cream, and RJ said. “Thank you.”

We headed back to our apartment. We sat down on the stoop and opened our ice cream. For twenty minutes we made the most glorious sticky mess imaginable, sharing each other’s treat, and showing each other our very blue tongues.

I sincerely hope that the memories of these little moments between father and son will shape RJ’s life as much as they have shaped mine.

Made an Offer

We made our first offer on a home. It is exciting and kind of scary.

Although I hope that the seller accepts our offer, I would be a bit surprised.

I am anxiously awaiting a response.

Friendly Get-Together

My wife had some friends over from work for a barbecue. I have not been keeping adequate track of the number of cookouts that I have had this summer, but I am going to make a conservative guess.

Condo Hunting

I think that we have given up looking for single family home for the time being. Instead, we are looking at condos.

After looking at nearly fifty houses, and not seeing any we liked, we started looking at condos. As my wife and I have never lived in anything other than apartments since we have been dating, I cannot see why this would be a big change for us other that slightly higher monthly payments, and some equity.

The major factor in our decision to relocate is that we need a third bedroom. RJ will sleep by himself. Tony will sleep by himself. Neither will sleep if they are together. From RJ climbing into Tony’s crib, to Tony crying in the middle of the night and waking RJ up, our decision to put the boys in the same room has been a trial since we moved to Ohio.

Now that we have switched gears, we are actually seeing homes that we like. For the first time we finally found a place that we actually want to get more information about!

Blogger for Word

I just installed Blogger for Word, and I have to say that I am impressed.

I only use my blogger account to test templates for my mother’s web log, as she likes to write, but presentation is also important to her. I am not a huge Blogger fan, but I always keep a look out for things that I think that she would like.

Until I has successfully installed the spell checker for WordPress on my web log, I would compose my posts in Word, simply for the spell check. (The grammar check was nice, too, as I know I have many an error here. I can usually count on my mother to point these out to me.) I enjoyed the freedom of being able to post from anywhere, as I used to travel extensively, but I still miss composing my posts in Word.

OK, enough about Word for now. Who is going to tweak Blogger for Word to make a WordPress for Word?

WWIII

Received via email:

AMERICA NEEDS TO WAKE UP!

That’s what we think we heard on the 11th of September 2001 (When more than 3,000 Americans were killed -AD) and maybe it was, but I think it should have been “Get Out of Bed!” In fact, I think the alarm clock has been buzzing since 1979 and we have continued to hit the snooze button and roll over for a few more minutes of peaceful sleep since then.

It was a cool fall day in November 1979 in a country going through a religious and political upheaval when a group of Iranian students attacked and seized the American Embassy in Tehran. This seizure was an outright attack on American soil; it was an attack that held the world’s most powerful country hostage and paralyzed a Presidency. The attack on this sovereign U. S. embassy set the stage for events to follow for the next 25 years.

America was still reeling from the aftermath of the Vietnam experience and had a serious threat from the Soviet Union when then, President Carter, had to do something. He chose to conduct a clandestine raid in the desert. The ill-fated mission ended in ruin, but stood as a symbol of America’s inability to deal with terrorism.

America’s military had been decimated and down sized/right sized since the end of the Vietnam War. A poorly trained, poorly equipped and poorly organized military was called on to execute a complex mission that was doomed from the start.

Shortly after the Tehran experience, Americans began to be kidnapped and killed throughout the Middle East. America could do little to protect her citizens living and working abroad. The attacks against US soil continued.

In April of 1983 a large vehicle packed with high explosives was driven into the US Embassy compound in Beirut When it explodes, it kills 63 people. The alarm went off again and America hit the Snooze Button once more.

Then just six short months later in 1983 a large truck heavily laden down with over 2500 pounds of TNT smashed through the main gate of the US Marine Corps headquarters in Beirut and 241 US servicemen are killed. America mourns her dead and hit the Snooze Button once more.

Two months later in December 1983, another truck loaded with explosives is driven into the US Embassy in Kuwait, and America continues her slumber.

The following year, in September 1984, another van was driven into the gate of the US Embassy in Beirut and America slept.

Soon the terrorism spreads to Europe. In April 1985 a bomb explodes in a restaurant frequented by US soldiers in Madrid.

Then in August 1985 a Volkswagen loaded with explosives is driven into the main gate of the US Air Force Base at Rhein-Main, 22 are killed and the snooze alarm is buzzing louder and louder as US interests are continually attacked.

Fifty-nine days later in 1985 a cruise ship, the Achille Lauro is hijacked and we watched as an American in a wheelchair is singled out of the passenger list and executed.

The terrorists then shift their tactics to bombing civilian airliners when they bomb TWA Flight 840 in April of 1986 that killed 4 and the most tragic bombing, Pan Am Flight 103 over Lockerbie, Scotland in 1988, killing 259.

Clinton treated these terrorist acts as crimes; in fact we are still trying to bring these people to trial. These are acts of war.

The wake up alarm is getting louder and louder.

The terrorists decide to bring the fight to America. In January 1993, two CIA agents are shot and killed as they enter CIA headquarters in Langley,
Virginia.

The following month, February 1993, a group of terrorists are arrested after a rented van packed with explosives is driven into the underground parking garage of the World Trade Center in New York City. Six people are killed and over 1000 are injured. Still this is a crime and not an act of war? The Snooze alarm is depressed again.

Then in November 1995 a car bomb explodes at a US military complex in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia killing seven service men and women.

A few months later in June of 1996, another truck bomb explodes only 35 yards from the US military compound in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. It destroys the Khobar Towers, a US Air Force barracks, killing 19 and injuring over 500. The terrorists are getting braver and smarter as they see that America does not respond decisively.

They move to coordinate their attacks in a simultaneous attack on two US embassies in Kenya and Tanzania.. These attacks were planned with precision. They kill 224. America responds with cruise missile attacks and goes back to sleep.

The USS Cole was docked in the port of Aden, Yemen for refueling on 12 October 2000, when a small craft pulled along side the ship and exploded killing 17 US Navy Sailors. Attacking a US War Ship is an act of war, but we sent the FBI to investigate the crime and went back to sleep.

And of course you know the events of 11 September 2001. Most Americans think this was the first attack against US soil or in America. How wrong they are. America has been under a constant attack since 1979 and we chose to hit the snooze alarm and roll over and go back to sleep.

In the news lately we have seen lots of finger pointing from every high official in government over what they knew and what they didn’t know. But if you’ve read the papers and paid a little attention I think you can see exactly what they knew. You don’t have to be in the FBI or CIA or on the National Security Council to see the pattern that has been developing since 1979.

The President is right on when he says we are engaged in a war. I think we have been in a war for the past 25 years and it will continue until we as a people decide enough is enough. America needs to “Get out of Bed” and act decisively now. America has been changed forever. We have to be ready to pay the price and make the sacrifice to ensure our way of life continues. We cannot afford to keep hitting the snooze button again and again and roll over and go back to sleep.

After the attack on Pearl Harbor, Admiral Yamamoto said “… it seems all we have done is awakened a sleeping giant.” This is the message we need to disseminate to terrorists around the world.

Support Our Troops and support President Bush for having the courage, political or militarily, to address what so many who preceded him didn’t have the backbone to do, both Democrat and Republican. This is not a political thing to be hashed over in an election year this is an AMERICAN thing. This is about our Freedom and the Freedom of our children in years to come.




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