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Friday, December 28, 2001
Hmmm. When I posted that last test rant, a previous eaten post magically re-appeared. ^&%*% blogger.
We went to the Zoo ( I love how our zoo is www.zoo.org) on Christmas day. It was a beautiful sunny summer day, there were lots of people there. We saw the baby elefant again, she's still cute. So were the various primates. The hippos were out standing around, I haven't seen them out of the water in quite a while. Glub damn they are big! Saw Lord of the Rings on opening day. Awesome movie. Not too many Geeks in elf-ears. I guess I've been relegated to lower-case 'g' geek, there are way more geeky people than I am these days. I was polite and didn't mention that an Elf costume is merely a Vulcan with a cape. Thursday, December 27, 2001
Gah. I get so de-motivated when Blogger eats a post, then Blogger gets hacked so I can't post.
Blech. Anyway, Christmas was fun. Isabel loves ribbon and wrapping paper, and her new toys. I got some deep sockets for my Vista Cruiser, and two of the three Clint Eastwood Man With No Name movies on DVDVDVDVD, plus some shirts and a skirt. Yep, a friggin' skirt. Yeah, I can't believe it either. My mother-in-law must be trying to tell me something. I am so *not* a skirt-wearing kind of guy. Ok, technically it's some sort of after-shower towel thingy that wears like a skirt with velcro to hold it together, but if it looks like a skirt, and wears like a skirt, I call 'em like I see 'em. Crickey! I never had a problem bein' nekkid after a shower, so I dunno wtf to do with a skirt. Bridget says I can use it after hottubbing. I suppose. Oooo! Going skiing this weekend. Woooo! With my friend from Munich, he's in town for a few weeks. Monday, December 17, 2001
Ah, youth.
One of the 20 year old students who works for me (I've known him since he was like 5, I'm good friends with his older brothers and his parents) showed up today looking even more frazzeled than normal. He's a nice kid, but really weird. On Friday he and his roommate had gone to Krispy Kreme donuts, but the line was long, so they figured they should go to Vegas. They call up a third friend, and the three of them decide that the worst possible vehicle for such a road trip was a Jeep Wrangler (their other choices were a old Ford LTD and a brand new Subaru Outback) since it got the worst milage and was the noisest and most cramped. Don't freaking THING about asking me how they came up with this, I'll never understand. They left Friday night, drove down to Vegas, stayed for 90 minutes, got a dozen donuts, and drove back. ~2300 miles in about 48 hours. He had a 8:30am final to take Monday morning, they got back 10pm on Sunday night. He woke up at 8:45am, and he lives 30 minutes from campus, so he showed up an hour late. I'd have laughed my ass off to see a frazzled looking dude stagger into a final an hour late.
Ugga. I've been sick with a cold and sore throat for the past six days. Bleah. Feeling a lot better, back to work today.
Got tickets to see Lord of the Rings on Weds. Saw Harry Potter while sick last week, it was pretty boring if you've read the book. Yawn-o-matic. Tuesday, December 11, 2001
Lessee.
Friday, I went to see the physical therapist to have a "gait analysis". I knew I walked funny, but now I know why. My feet are sorta twisty, and my hip flexor muscles are too tight. Uff. Anyway, supposedly with orthotics in my shoes to straighten out my feet, and hip flexor exercises to make me more flexible, I'll walk more normal and not put shearing pain on my knees. That would seriously kick ass. Of course, the knee pain mostly matters when backpacking, which I basically don't have time to do anymore, but it's nice to know I should be in good shape in that regard over the next 20 years. Friday was also my dept. monthly "first friday" kegger. They had Deschutes Black Butte porter, MMMMMM! Bridget was holding Isabel near a wall, and she was reaching out and playing with a new emergency evac map, and the plastic edge was sharp enough to cut a tiny flap of skin off her finger. Isabel didn't notice, but she bled like crazy. Uff-da. Poor little girl. She's fine now. Saturday we spent the entire day cleaning up for our formal holiday party. Dec 5th was the 68th annivesary of the repeal of prohibition. The party was fun, if pretty small, only about 20 guests. I got realtively trashed on nice dry Bombay saphire martinis. Bridget made tasty fried wontons and stuffed mushrooms. I wore my tux with red cummerbund and red bowtie, and a santa hat. Isabel looked great in her green felt christmas dress, tights, and black patent leather shoes. Such a cutie! Bridget had a great dress, she didn't even look pregnant. Sunday was a nice hangover day. Sunday evening we went to a party for the couples in Bridget's baby group. They're pretty fun, and I was mostly un-hungover by then. The guys and male babies watched the Seahawks get humiliated by Denver. Sunday night I watched "Walking with Prehistoric Beasts" on the Discovery channel. Cooooool show. Yesterday Isabel had something weird going on. Around 3:30pm she started crying, and wouldn't eat, and we had no idea why. Poor little girl. She'd nap for bits, and I got her to drink a half bottle around 6pm, and finally at 7:30 Bridget got her to sleep for a half hour, and she woke up all smiley and normal again. Funny. She's so sweet. Thursday, December 06, 2001
My poor little Isabel. She's six months old, and sick for the first time. She's all congested and has a completely boogary nose. She doesn't understand at all, so she crys which makes it worse. She wants to feed for comfort, but since she can't really breathe out her nose, having her mouth full means she can't breathe at all. Poor little girl. She's so sad.
It's really hard as a parent watching your child suffer. We've got a suction bulb for clearing out her nose, but we can only do so much for her. Wednesday, December 05, 2001
Well, we had our first OB appointment yesterday. She was really funny, laughing at us but saying it was just fine, the only real problem with having two kids so close together is Bridget's mental/emotional state, and reaction from our social group. We got to listen to Junior's heartbeat, which is always fun. Bridget's tummy is pooching out bigtime now, her regular pants no longer fit in just two weeks. We're both starting to get excited about it.
Over the weekend we lost cable modem service, Excite@Home decided to single us out (well, and a million other AT&T customers) to fuck us over. I'm pissed off at them, and hope they crash and burn like they deserve. I'm highly impressed with AT&T, they had us back online on their network early Sunday morning. Fat pipe = GOOD. Last night Bridget went off to her ceramics hobby, and I played with Isabel. We were having a grand old time, but she hadn't napped enough which makes her cranky. She'll laugh and cry and laugh and cry and laugh and cry all in a 30 second period. Anyway, I was lowering her to the ground and she sorta flopped right at the end, causing me to drop her the last 6 inches or so, right on her face. BOOM! No real harm, but she screamed for a while, and even though I know it's not a big deal, I still felt terrible. My poor little girl. She's so sweet. Monday, December 03, 2001
So, I need to get some form of covered parking for my Vista Cruiser, since there is some form of leak somewhere and it has been raining cats and dogs. I figure I'll rig up something with pvc pipe and a big tarp that will do for this winter.
Saturday morning I get up early, help Bridget with the baby, and head on over to my brother Dan's place to recruit some labor. (Dan and my brother Burt both live about 3 blocks from me). I show up, and Burt is in Dan's room, they're both getting ready to go out snowshoeing. Woooo! Scrap plan A, I'm gonna go snowshoing. Bridget told me to be back by 3pm so we could get a Christmas tree, so I called and told her that plan got bagged. We drive up to Steven's Pass (Hwy 2, about 4000' elevation) and there is about 4' of new powder. Uff-da! There basically wasn't any snow two weeks ago, this was all recent. We gear up, strap on our awesome MSR snowshoes (Highly recommended over the traditional type) and start off uphill into the trees. We spent about an hour climbing, having a great time. The snow was too damn soft, we'd occasionally sink in balls-deep, to the laughter of the other two brothers. Finally, when we decided to descend, we went down a ravine. Descending in powder is a hoot, you basically run down the hill, leaning back so you don't sink in too deep, and high-stepping to avoid faceplanting if a shoe catches. Unfortunately for us, the ravine got thicker and thicker with small alder saplings, and we had one hell of a time with the deep soft snow and trees. Uff-da. Ended up taking two hours to make it back to the car. By this time the amount of snow had picked up to near-blizzard levels. We got to enjoy the comedy of idiots in $50k brand-new 4-wheel-drive SUVs getting stuck in the parking lot, while Dan's 10-year-old Nissan Maxima with bald tires did just fine. 'Twas a hoot. Got our Christmas tree yesterday, it's very pretty. Isabel is facinated with it. Had a tasty fondue dinner with two of Bridget's friends last night. MMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! |
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