Thursday, December 15, 2011

Cooking mishap, by Russ

Yep, typing one handed and for the reason most people type one handed on the internet.  I was preparing dinner yesterday and my left index finger curled when it should have stayed straight.  End result, missing a good piece of the pad of my finger.

Fortunately, I guess, my blade was nice and sharp so it was a clean cut.  Not that it prevented it from bleeding any less.  It only bled for about an hour.  (Yes, I probably should have gone to urgent care, but being woosy precluded me from getting behind the wheel of a car.)

I going now, it is taking too long to type this way.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Why, what do we have here! by Russ

Looky here!  Something finally came of wailing and gnashing of teeth.  Oddly, I was able to sleep all the way to six am (when I had to get the kids up for school).


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Squirrels, really? by Russ

Five in the damn morning.  REALLY?  What on this green earth is so damn important that you need to scampering through my attic at that hour?  I really must know.

I've shot at you (an managed to hit a couple of your brethren), I've trapped you (and driven you to the next county), and sprayed my whole attic down in squirrel repellent.  What in the hell makes my roof so much better than the other 50 houses in my neighborhood?  It's not like I'm the only one with oak trees.  (Why couldn't the developers have put in pecan trees, at least I could use those nuts.)

Maybe when we have money again, I'll cut down those oaks and put in some maples or other non-nut bearing trees.

I guess, I'll just have to start going to bed even earlier.  (I made my sister scratch her head when she called me at 9:30 at night and I told her that I was in bed already.)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Saturday night by Russ

So as I mentioned, I went to the ACC championship game Saturday night.

One of my old roommates from college called and said that he had an extra ticket and did I want it.  But I had to act fast since it belonged to his wife's company and they wanted to ensure that it was used.  So I had to make a decision.

If you follow college football, you might have been aware that Clemson had all but wrapped up their division after starting the season 8-0.  Had the ticket been offered then, I would have jumped on it.  Then they went 1-3 in their next four games (including losing to those damn chickens), with their defense fully exposed and the offense totally out of rhythm.

Short story long, I figured that it was worth it to grab the ticket.  Who knows when they will be back and it should be a fun time anyway.  That is when my buddy let it slip that the tickets were luxury box tickets.  Oh yeah!

One of the big reasons I don't like going to games is crowds (and the traffic that the crowds draw).  I don't like people as a rule and I am big on my personal space.  While at a stadium, everyone is way too close for my comfort.  Now, I would have no one standing in front of me (thus causing me to stand and block the person behind me) and I would be more than an arms length away from anybody around me.  Heaven!  (The fact the beverages and food were available didn't hurt either.)

I didn't see my buddy and his wife all game.  He likes being in the crowd and yelling and screaming his head off.  I liked speaking in a conversational voice to others in the box.  Being able to follow the Big 12 and Big 10 games on the TV didn't hurt either.  So if you looked for me at the game, you didn't see me.

Yep, I could get used to how the other half live.  Real used to how they live.  Short of winning powerball, I don't see it happening.

Monday, December 5, 2011

I'm not dead! by Russ



Nope, still here.  School and kids have had the better of me these past few weeks though.  So much has happened, that I have forgotten most of it.

Mostly, the with the increase in the school work I either had to play with the kids or write here.  I figured it was an easy choice. I can't hear you whine or complain about my absenteeism.

So I have been doing my clinical observations (sitting in a classroom and doing my best to not dose off).  These entailed, structure of the lessons.  Which was actually useful, mostly, and required a modicum of attention.  The second set of clinical observations concerned itself about technology in the classroom.  I could have done that more efficiently over the phone, or by visiting the teachers in the break room.  Instead, I had to sit through eight hours of classes to get said information.  I don't think I could have had a bigger waste of time.  (I had to have a time sheet signed off to prove I was there, so I couldn't even fib it.)

On the home front, Thursday the Wife and I did our annual Trans Siberian Orchestra concert (got home nearing midnight).  Friday, the Wife thought it a great idea to have the neighbor kids over for a slumber party. The kids didn't fall asleep until after 10pm (I had to whip out the 'Daddy voice' at that point), with wake ups at: 0315, 0430, and 0600.  We finally 'let' the kids get up at 0700.  That night I went to the ACC Championship game and didn't get home until 0100.

I forgot to mention, the $%^&* squirrel is back.  It began its scratching about 0730 every morning.  Needless to say I am strung out.

More on the ACC Championship Game.

Last Monday, one of my buddies emailed me saying that he had an extra ticket and did I want to go.  They were being given to his wife by her employer and he needed a response soon so they could do something with the ticket if need be.

I was a bit torn.  I wanted to go.  Hell, it was in Charlotte, so I could even sleep in my own bed.  He said the ticket was free (big incentive as I have no money).  On the negative side of the ledger, Clemson had been playing extremely poorly for the past four or five weeks and had lost three of four games (just barely beating that football powerhouse Wake Forest* by a last minute field goal).  My friend is a bit of a Clemson fanatic.  I don't want to be near him when Clemson loses.  (Me, I get irritated for about an hour after the game and then I let it go.  He stays pissed for the better part of the week.  Which is an improvement over how it used to be.  Let's not get started on losses to S. Car.  Not pretty.)

Ultimately, it came down to, 1) I had turned down tickets to see Clemson/FSU (stupid on SO many levels), 2) I had not seen Clemson play all season, and 3) the tickets were free.

I went.

I couldn't have been more happy about my decision.  (Other than the outcome!)  Which I will go into tomorrow.

*Mr. B calls Wake Forest the 'Wake Up Crew'.  Just an amusing aside.  Or I think that it is amusing.

Friday, October 14, 2011

In a moment of boredom by Russ

I couldn't take another episode of Dora, so I did this instead:


Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Beach Weekend pt2 by Russ

When we last met, I had just finished dinner and the Wife and I were heading back to the hotel.

As we rounded the stairs to our floor, we heard a yapping dog.  I saw the dog earlier in the day (after returning from our impromptu shopping trip) in the valet line (we self park, it's closer and faster), but the hotel is huge the likelihood that the dog would be near us was minimal.

Perhaps I should have bought a lotto ticket.

So that overgrown rat was yapping when we got back.  That was well after 9pm.  A little after 11:30 I finally called the front desk.  I wasn't sure what they could do, but it beat me getting my blood pressure even more elevated.  Not sure what time later, but the yapping finally stopped.  And, yes, the owner was all lovey dovey with the dog.

The next day we headed out to the beach for our walk.  In our path was a man trying to lift up his wife.  She wasn't doing much but groaning and flapping various bodily appendages.  I asked if he needed some help.  He said he did and I inquired as to how I could help.  He said that she was in a bad way and needed a stretcher.

Off I go to fetch some help.

The I get to the pool bar and fill the manager in on the details as I understood them while the Wife took a waiter back to the scene of the accident.  The manager calls an ambulance.  I head back to wait with the Wife.

I find that they are leaving.  The waiter and husband were supporting the wife back to her room.  I ask what room they are heading too as I can hear the sirens approaching.  Then I go back to the bar to let the manager know what happened and where to redirect the medics.

Twenty minutes later, the Wife and I get to start our walk.  Wind was the same, so I had my Don King hair again.