Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Goodbye April!
Tomorrow the calendar turns to May. April will be nothing more than a distant memory in the rearview mirror. It seems like only yesterday I was whining about the cold weather. The weather still hasn't been ideal, but the days are getting longer, everything is turning green and the temperatures are trending upward. The icing on the cake is the fact that there are only 26 days of school left. Life is improving and I am nothing but blessed.
Monday, April 29, 2013
The great shelf debacle
Last week I mentioned how much fun I was having bidding on items from estate sales. Tami's employer, Caring Transitions, runs online auctions for various and sundry items. Just last week I got a brand new (tags still attached) weed whacker for $1. I got a whole box of assorted gardening tools and accessories for $1. I got an electric hedge trimmer for $3. I know this probably seems like nothing more than a glorified, electronic yard sale... and in many ways it is. But the stuff I've purchased for dirt cheap prices is all stuff I can use. I'm not really a guy who's into hoarding junk.
This brings me to the reason for this post. Yesterday Tami was showing me some really nice shelving units. They have a metal frame and have good, sturdy, thick wood shelves. There are 6 units, but they have been bolted together in pairs (making 3 larger units instead of 6 smaller ones). Each of these three "paired" units is listed as a separate auction item. Tami and I agreed to bid on 2 out of the 3 units. Last night somebody had a higher bid on the third unit and in a brain cramp of epic proportions I placed a higher bid on the third unit (DUH!). Hopefully somebody will outbid me on one of the units and my brain cramp won't create a problem. However, if all three bids hold, I may end up being the owner of three shelving units when I only need two.
Here's where you all come in... If I do indeed win all three units, is there anybody who would like a set of these shelves? I would give them to you FREE. Each set is 6 feet wide and 6 feet tall. If you choose to separate them, you would have two separate units 3 feet wide and 6 feet tall. If it matters, the units are 18 inches deep. Obviously if I win only two out of three units, the offer would be null and void.
If you're interested, you can e-mail me at: mmeyer@sbepschools.org You can also call me on my cell phone. I won't publish the number here, but if you're reading this, you probably have my number anyway.
Here's a photo of the shelves:
This brings me to the reason for this post. Yesterday Tami was showing me some really nice shelving units. They have a metal frame and have good, sturdy, thick wood shelves. There are 6 units, but they have been bolted together in pairs (making 3 larger units instead of 6 smaller ones). Each of these three "paired" units is listed as a separate auction item. Tami and I agreed to bid on 2 out of the 3 units. Last night somebody had a higher bid on the third unit and in a brain cramp of epic proportions I placed a higher bid on the third unit (DUH!). Hopefully somebody will outbid me on one of the units and my brain cramp won't create a problem. However, if all three bids hold, I may end up being the owner of three shelving units when I only need two.
Here's where you all come in... If I do indeed win all three units, is there anybody who would like a set of these shelves? I would give them to you FREE. Each set is 6 feet wide and 6 feet tall. If you choose to separate them, you would have two separate units 3 feet wide and 6 feet tall. If it matters, the units are 18 inches deep. Obviously if I win only two out of three units, the offer would be null and void.
If you're interested, you can e-mail me at: mmeyer@sbepschools.org You can also call me on my cell phone. I won't publish the number here, but if you're reading this, you probably have my number anyway.
Here's a photo of the shelves:
Sunday, April 28, 2013
The world has lost its mind!
The world has LOST ITS MIND! I saw the proof tonight on the news. Our tax dollars are now being spent on something called "Pet Stamps". Much like food stamps for needy families, people can now get food stamps for pets. Regular food stamps do not allow for the purchase of pet food, so this program fills that void. The news story was about a couple who had a new baby in December. The husband lost his job in February and they were having trouble affording food for their dog. This program allowed the couple to apply for assistance in the form of free pet food.
Listen folks, I don't have pets. I think that has been well documented on this blog. I completely understand how people get attached to their pets and actually consider them members of the family. That's all well and good, but when you can no longer afford the pet and have to rely on government assistance (i.e. MY hard-earned money) to keep the pet, it's time to consider alternatives. Perhaps a friend or family member could keep the pet until you are in a better financial position. Perhaps someone in your neighborhood would take the dog. I'm not suggesting these folks take the dog to the pound where it will eventually be put down. I'm just thinking there has to be a way to solve this problem without using government money. I don't own a dog. If I wanted to pay to feed one, I'd get one. When it comes to choosing between feeding a child or feeding a dog, isn't the choice obvious?
In fairness, here's a point of clarification. I think the program is only in the state of New York, so it's not actually MY money being used. But still... somebody in New York is paying for it.
Listen folks, I don't have pets. I think that has been well documented on this blog. I completely understand how people get attached to their pets and actually consider them members of the family. That's all well and good, but when you can no longer afford the pet and have to rely on government assistance (i.e. MY hard-earned money) to keep the pet, it's time to consider alternatives. Perhaps a friend or family member could keep the pet until you are in a better financial position. Perhaps someone in your neighborhood would take the dog. I'm not suggesting these folks take the dog to the pound where it will eventually be put down. I'm just thinking there has to be a way to solve this problem without using government money. I don't own a dog. If I wanted to pay to feed one, I'd get one. When it comes to choosing between feeding a child or feeding a dog, isn't the choice obvious?
In fairness, here's a point of clarification. I think the program is only in the state of New York, so it's not actually MY money being used. But still... somebody in New York is paying for it.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
My new toy!
I love mowing the lawn. In fact, I love doing all sorts of yard work. I always enjoy being outside and making the yard look nice. I find mowing the lawn very relaxing and quite therapeutic. To enhance the experience I have ear protecting headphones with a built in radio. Listening to the Reds game while mowing has become one of my favorite activities (at least from a work standpoint).
Over the years I have developed a love/hate relationship with my lawnmower. For the above listed reasons I love my lawnmower, but only when it's functioning properly. If the lawnmower is on the old side and breaks down a lot, I hate it because I spend more time repairing it and nursing it along than I actually spend mowing.
Perhaps I should explain. During the early years of my marriage, we were always strapped for cash. New lawnmowers aren't cheap by any means. Having just purchased a new house (1993) with a small lawn, a lawnmower became an immediate need. Not having the cash to purchase a new mower, I started looking for a used one. As God always does, he chose to fill my need in a way I never saw coming. I didn't have to buy a new or used mower at all. I found a decent looking Craftsman mower that somebody was throwing away. It looked to be in good condition, so I pulled off the scrap heap and took it home. As it turns out, all it needed was a new air filter, spark plug and blade. With minimal work and cost, I had a newly refurbished, used lawnmower. That mower lasted 12 seasons until it conked out in 2005. Coincidentally, 2005 is the year we moved to our current home. This time we had a larger yard. But much like years before we were strapped for cash and I had no functioning lawnmower. Once again the need was immediate. This time the Lord didn't send me a mower off the trash pile. He provided one through my brother-in-law, Dale. He had a very nice Troy-Bilt, self propelled mower he wasn't using. He said I could borrow it for "a while" until I could get one of my own. Over time Dale decided he wouldn't really use the mower any more and told me to just keep it. What an amazingly kind gesture. Again, God provided me a mower and I didn't spend a cent.
Now it's 2013 and the wonderful mower Dale graciously gave me is on the fritz (see the above reference to spending more time repairing than mowing). The need for a lawnmower has presented itself front and center for the third time in my life. At this point Tami and I are a little better off financially, but we don't have what you would call disposable income either. Two nights ago Tami said she had a proposition for me. She handed me the ads from the newspaper and said, "Pick out a new mower. I'm working now, so we can afford a new one". This was music to my ears! I have never in my life owned a new lawnmower. As I always do with major purchases, I researched the daylights out of lawnmowers that suited my price range and needs. After an exhaustive amount of research, comparative shopping and reading reviews, I made my choice. Last night I went and purchased a brand new mower. It's a Husqvarna, self-propelled, beast of a machine. It is BEE-YOO-TEE-FUL! It was easy to assemble and after putting oil and gas in, it started right up with a glorious roar. I didn't have time to give it a test run, but I can already tell this thing is going to be a joy to operate. Can't wait to try it out very soon!
The Lord has continued to bless me in so many ways. I know I'm not supposed to put my value in possessions (my treasure is stored in Heaven), but I am grateful God has provided me the means to mow my lawn in style. I guess I can't help being a little giddy.
Here I am with my new toy...
Notice the sun rays shining down in this photo... Just sayin'!
Over the years I have developed a love/hate relationship with my lawnmower. For the above listed reasons I love my lawnmower, but only when it's functioning properly. If the lawnmower is on the old side and breaks down a lot, I hate it because I spend more time repairing it and nursing it along than I actually spend mowing.
Perhaps I should explain. During the early years of my marriage, we were always strapped for cash. New lawnmowers aren't cheap by any means. Having just purchased a new house (1993) with a small lawn, a lawnmower became an immediate need. Not having the cash to purchase a new mower, I started looking for a used one. As God always does, he chose to fill my need in a way I never saw coming. I didn't have to buy a new or used mower at all. I found a decent looking Craftsman mower that somebody was throwing away. It looked to be in good condition, so I pulled off the scrap heap and took it home. As it turns out, all it needed was a new air filter, spark plug and blade. With minimal work and cost, I had a newly refurbished, used lawnmower. That mower lasted 12 seasons until it conked out in 2005. Coincidentally, 2005 is the year we moved to our current home. This time we had a larger yard. But much like years before we were strapped for cash and I had no functioning lawnmower. Once again the need was immediate. This time the Lord didn't send me a mower off the trash pile. He provided one through my brother-in-law, Dale. He had a very nice Troy-Bilt, self propelled mower he wasn't using. He said I could borrow it for "a while" until I could get one of my own. Over time Dale decided he wouldn't really use the mower any more and told me to just keep it. What an amazingly kind gesture. Again, God provided me a mower and I didn't spend a cent.
Now it's 2013 and the wonderful mower Dale graciously gave me is on the fritz (see the above reference to spending more time repairing than mowing). The need for a lawnmower has presented itself front and center for the third time in my life. At this point Tami and I are a little better off financially, but we don't have what you would call disposable income either. Two nights ago Tami said she had a proposition for me. She handed me the ads from the newspaper and said, "Pick out a new mower. I'm working now, so we can afford a new one". This was music to my ears! I have never in my life owned a new lawnmower. As I always do with major purchases, I researched the daylights out of lawnmowers that suited my price range and needs. After an exhaustive amount of research, comparative shopping and reading reviews, I made my choice. Last night I went and purchased a brand new mower. It's a Husqvarna, self-propelled, beast of a machine. It is BEE-YOO-TEE-FUL! It was easy to assemble and after putting oil and gas in, it started right up with a glorious roar. I didn't have time to give it a test run, but I can already tell this thing is going to be a joy to operate. Can't wait to try it out very soon!
The Lord has continued to bless me in so many ways. I know I'm not supposed to put my value in possessions (my treasure is stored in Heaven), but I am grateful God has provided me the means to mow my lawn in style. I guess I can't help being a little giddy.
Here I am with my new toy...
Notice the sun rays shining down in this photo... Just sayin'!
Friday, April 26, 2013
Grill Master Jr. Abby Edition
Grilling is a manly thing to do, right? All that smoke, fire, and charred meat is good fodder for macho conversation, right? Talk of barbecue sauces, marinades, indirect heat and hickory smoking is just for us guys, right? WRONG!
I'm no sexist. Wednesday I gave Abby her first lesson in the fine art of grilling. I showed her how to turn on the propane, how to start and preheat the grill, how to sear the meat (to seal in the juices) before moving it onto low heat for that slow, smoldering journey to grilled deliciousness. I saw no reason why Abby should be excluded from the joy of outdoor cooking. She said she enjoyed it and was happy to learn. She and I had a nice time chatting as I showed her the ropes. One of these days I'll be able to kick back and relax while my kids grill the meat. Some day soon, right? Or maybe they'll have to pry the spatula out of my cold, dead fingers. I'm not sure I can sit idly by and watch somebody else grill. We'll see................
I'm no sexist. Wednesday I gave Abby her first lesson in the fine art of grilling. I showed her how to turn on the propane, how to start and preheat the grill, how to sear the meat (to seal in the juices) before moving it onto low heat for that slow, smoldering journey to grilled deliciousness. I saw no reason why Abby should be excluded from the joy of outdoor cooking. She said she enjoyed it and was happy to learn. She and I had a nice time chatting as I showed her the ropes. One of these days I'll be able to kick back and relax while my kids grill the meat. Some day soon, right? Or maybe they'll have to pry the spatula out of my cold, dead fingers. I'm not sure I can sit idly by and watch somebody else grill. We'll see................
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Teenager in training
Okay folks, it's official. Sveta is an American through and through. She's 5 years old and has lived in this country 14 months. She's already acting like a teenager. Read the following e-mail from Sveta's mommy to see what I mean:
Today Sveta received a consequence while we were running errands. After being asked not to touch everything at the post office, she decided to ring the bell on the counter multiple times while the lady was standing right there helping me. So, she had to lay in bed for 5 minutes at rest time before looking at books.
Fast forward to rest time. She was whining about the 5 minutes, and when I left the room she made a loud grunting noise like screaming. (We've been working on not growling/grunting since she heard an older kid do it to her parents). I reminded her that we do not grunt at people and we use words. I then told her she had to rest for 10 minutes. She then stated very emphatically, "You are ruining my life!". I don't even think I said anything, but left the room before I burst out laughing. Where did she get that?? Anyway, I just wanted you to know I am now raising a 15 year old apparently... since she already thinks I'm ruining her life. She's seen NOTHING yet. Hehe!
Oh my Goodness! We laughed until we cried when we read that story. Can't you just hear a 5 year old saying that? She's already acting like a teenager and we LOVE it! The fun is just beginning. Just wait until the baby arrives and Sveta gets a little older. The adventures will be endless! It's going to be a great show and we don't even have to buy a ticket :-)
Today Sveta received a consequence while we were running errands. After being asked not to touch everything at the post office, she decided to ring the bell on the counter multiple times while the lady was standing right there helping me. So, she had to lay in bed for 5 minutes at rest time before looking at books.
Fast forward to rest time. She was whining about the 5 minutes, and when I left the room she made a loud grunting noise like screaming. (We've been working on not growling/grunting since she heard an older kid do it to her parents). I reminded her that we do not grunt at people and we use words. I then told her she had to rest for 10 minutes. She then stated very emphatically, "You are ruining my life!". I don't even think I said anything, but left the room before I burst out laughing. Where did she get that?? Anyway, I just wanted you to know I am now raising a 15 year old apparently... since she already thinks I'm ruining her life. She's seen NOTHING yet. Hehe!
Oh my Goodness! We laughed until we cried when we read that story. Can't you just hear a 5 year old saying that? She's already acting like a teenager and we LOVE it! The fun is just beginning. Just wait until the baby arrives and Sveta gets a little older. The adventures will be endless! It's going to be a great show and we don't even have to buy a ticket :-)
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
This could be a problem
I mentioned Tami's new job with Caring Transitions. The company handles senior downsizing, relocations and estate sales. Much of Tami's job is downloading pictures to the computer, typing descriptions of the items and then posting them online for auction. Today she actually gets to go with her bosses to the estate of a new client. Who knows what treasures they may encounter.
Why would all this be a problem for me? Well, I find myself wanting to bid on many of the items myself. I don't want to spend Tami's entire salary on a bunch of stuff I don't really need. I think it's just a novelty right now and I'll settle down after a while. The auctions are conducted just like those on e-Bay and minimum bids always start at $1.00. Just last night I found out I won three items I bid on last week. I got a variety of garden tools for a buck, an electric hedge trimmer for $6 and a cordless weed whacker for $6. $13.00 dollars certainly won't break the bank, but I do have to be careful not to lose my head. From this point on I will keep my eyes open only for things I need and will try to refrain from frivolous purchases. I'm hoping to get a new (used) lawnmower at some point, but I'm kind of picky about them, so it may not work out. We'll see. You never know what may come up.
Just in case you are interested, here's the web address to the auctions:
ctonlineauctions.com
Click the button that says, "Online Stores". West Cincy is the local franchise. It's actually on the second page of the list of online stores. Check back frequently as new items are added all the time. Happy shopping! (just don't outbid me on something I'm bidding on… haha!)
Why would all this be a problem for me? Well, I find myself wanting to bid on many of the items myself. I don't want to spend Tami's entire salary on a bunch of stuff I don't really need. I think it's just a novelty right now and I'll settle down after a while. The auctions are conducted just like those on e-Bay and minimum bids always start at $1.00. Just last night I found out I won three items I bid on last week. I got a variety of garden tools for a buck, an electric hedge trimmer for $6 and a cordless weed whacker for $6. $13.00 dollars certainly won't break the bank, but I do have to be careful not to lose my head. From this point on I will keep my eyes open only for things I need and will try to refrain from frivolous purchases. I'm hoping to get a new (used) lawnmower at some point, but I'm kind of picky about them, so it may not work out. We'll see. You never know what may come up.
Just in case you are interested, here's the web address to the auctions:
ctonlineauctions.com
Click the button that says, "Online Stores". West Cincy is the local franchise. It's actually on the second page of the list of online stores. Check back frequently as new items are added all the time. Happy shopping! (just don't outbid me on something I'm bidding on… haha!)
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Good News! Part 2
I have arrived home and Tami is resting peacefully. Although she is still in a bit of a groggy state, I did talk with her briefly. She said her throat is a little scratchy, but she is in no pain at all. She also said this was the easiest procedure she's ever had done. You would think having your esophagus stretched would cause some pain, but apparently not. She is very happy it is over and to receive a good report. But she is happiest of all to find out she has no dietary restrictions. She loves good food and was a bit concerned she may be put on a restricted (soft) diet permanently. The nurse told her she could eat whatever she wants. I see a dinner out in my near future. Thank you again to everyone for your thoughts and prayers. I know I've been praying for her all day. God is good. All the time. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go and look for coupons to Red Robin or Longhorn Steakhouse.
Good News!
I just heard from my mother-in-law. She accompanied Tami to the hospital for her test.
The doctor says he saw nothing serious. There is indeed scar tissue in her esophagus. He also stretched the esophagus while he was in there. Hopefully this brings some relief to her swallowing difficulties.
As of 1:15, she is resting comfortably in the recovery room. I will post a further update when I get home from work today and can assess the situation for myself.
And for those of you who think I'm some sort of insensitive husband for not going with Tami to the hospital. There is a very valid reason. All schools in Ohio are taking the Ohio Achievement Test today and it would be unthinkable for a teacher to be absent today. This is the standardized test that is used to measure my success (or failure) as a teacher. As unfair as that is, it's the way it is. Anyway, I would have been with Tami if I could have been. I was praying for her the whole time. I am grateful to my mother-in-law for being with Tami today.
The doctor says he saw nothing serious. There is indeed scar tissue in her esophagus. He also stretched the esophagus while he was in there. Hopefully this brings some relief to her swallowing difficulties.
As of 1:15, she is resting comfortably in the recovery room. I will post a further update when I get home from work today and can assess the situation for myself.
And for those of you who think I'm some sort of insensitive husband for not going with Tami to the hospital. There is a very valid reason. All schools in Ohio are taking the Ohio Achievement Test today and it would be unthinkable for a teacher to be absent today. This is the standardized test that is used to measure my success (or failure) as a teacher. As unfair as that is, it's the way it is. Anyway, I would have been with Tami if I could have been. I was praying for her the whole time. I am grateful to my mother-in-law for being with Tami today.
Monday, April 22, 2013
Redemption?
I arrived home from work today, and after a quick check in with Abby, I headed outside to finish mowing my lawn. I forgot to mention that I didn't finish yesterday. After finishing my own lawn, I looked over to my neighbor's yard and noticed a large portion of the yard was still not mown. I was thrilled with my chance to redeem my blunder from yesterday. I headed over and spent a little over an hour finishing the neighbor's yard. When I finished she came out to thank me and to explain that she ran out of steam mowing it yesterday. I told her it was my pleasure to help and that's what neighbors are supposed to do for each other. Now both yards are freshly mown and won't need attention for several days. Redemption! Thank you, Lord, for the second chance!
Pray for Tami
I would like to ask friends and family to pray for Tami tomorrow. She will be going into the hospital for an outpatient test. She will be knocked out and have a scope inserted into her esophagus. The procedure itself only takes ten minutes, but obviously administering anesthesia and the subsequent recovery when waking up will take much longer. She needs this test because she has been experiencing difficulty in swallowing for quite a while. Most of the time it is not a major problem, but she does require massive amounts of water to wash her food down. Meats have been causing considerable difficulty and she has been on a self-imposed soft diet for a while. Some days are worse than others and she decided it was time to get this checked out. She went to a GI doctor last week and after hearing Tami describe the problem, he ordered the scope of the esophagus. He was not overly concerned and said this is actually quite common with asthma patients (Tami is asthmatic). He said the esophagus is likely irritated by asthma medication and acid reflux. As a result of this irritation, scar tissue builds up over time and causes the esophagus to be unable to stretch. This constricting and inability to stretch (much like a clogged drain pipe that only allows a trickle of water to pass) only gets worse over time (much like a drain gradually gets more and more clogged) without treatment. I think it's called esophageal stricture, but I'm not certain. Anyway, please pray for Tami tomorrow at noon. I will post more tomorrow after she gets the results of the test. Thank you all in advance for your prayers.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
I blew it!
I had an opportunity today and I completely blew it. It wasn't intentional, but I missed a real opportunity to serve someone other than myself. Allow me to explain...
Sundays are very busy for us. We get up early and go to Sunday school and morning worship service. We usually get home about 12:30 or 1:00. By the time we change clothes and have lunch, the clock is quickly pushing 2:00. Then we go back to church for the evening service (we leave the house at 5:30). Therefore anything that needs to get done around the house has to get done between 2 and 5. Not much time when all things are considered.
Today I really needed to mow my lawn. The time I had was sufficient and wasn't really an issue. That is until Mr. Murphy and his law decided to show up. I made 2 passes with my lawn mower and it decided to break. It wasn't a major problem, but there would be no more mowing until it was repaired. 45 minutes later I was back in business. Once again I made a few more passes when my next door neighbor flagged me down. She said she needed to mow her lawn and was having trouble getting her mower started. She asked if I might help her get it running. Of course I agreed. But before I could help her with the mower, she also wanted to fill me in on some personal problems (she and I speak frequently, so it wasn't unusual for her to talk like this). Her husband has been ill recently and spent some time in the hospital. There were some other personal things she shared as well. She was also telling me that the lawn was getting to be a bit too much to handle. She's in her early 60's and the lawn is fairly large and is not flat. After our chat I quickly and easily got the mower started (she just wasn't pulling the cord hard enough to crank the engine). By this time it's nearly 4:00 and I had virtually none of my own lawn mowed. I went back to my work, but couldn't help but wonder how I might be able to help her. I considered mowing my lawn and then going over to do hers, but that would have meant missing our evening church service. In my puny little mind I didn't see how I could mow both lawns and go to church too. I had a decision to make and in the end I made the wrong one. I opted to mow my own lawn and go to church. It wasn't long before Tami offered the solution I should have thought of, but didn't. She said I should have gone straight over, mowed the neighbors lawn, gone to church and mowed my own lawn tomorrow after work. This was a classic "Why didn't I think of that?" moment. I could just kick myself! I didn't mow my own lawn first out of thoughtlessness or selfishness. I just didn't consider all the options. I feel terribly guilty. I wanted to help my neighbor, but I didn't. There was a way to accomplish everything I wanted to, but my simple mind didn't allow it to happen. Opportunity lost!
I learned several things today: Ask my wife when I am experiencing a crisis of decision. She had the solution all along, but I asked her about it too late. Think outside the box when presented with these types of situations. There's more than one way to skin a cat, so to speak. Finally, love thy neighbor as yourself.
I didn't do any of these today. Thankfully the mowing season is just beginning and there will be many other opportunities to help my neighbor. I'll do better next time.
Sundays are very busy for us. We get up early and go to Sunday school and morning worship service. We usually get home about 12:30 or 1:00. By the time we change clothes and have lunch, the clock is quickly pushing 2:00. Then we go back to church for the evening service (we leave the house at 5:30). Therefore anything that needs to get done around the house has to get done between 2 and 5. Not much time when all things are considered.
Today I really needed to mow my lawn. The time I had was sufficient and wasn't really an issue. That is until Mr. Murphy and his law decided to show up. I made 2 passes with my lawn mower and it decided to break. It wasn't a major problem, but there would be no more mowing until it was repaired. 45 minutes later I was back in business. Once again I made a few more passes when my next door neighbor flagged me down. She said she needed to mow her lawn and was having trouble getting her mower started. She asked if I might help her get it running. Of course I agreed. But before I could help her with the mower, she also wanted to fill me in on some personal problems (she and I speak frequently, so it wasn't unusual for her to talk like this). Her husband has been ill recently and spent some time in the hospital. There were some other personal things she shared as well. She was also telling me that the lawn was getting to be a bit too much to handle. She's in her early 60's and the lawn is fairly large and is not flat. After our chat I quickly and easily got the mower started (she just wasn't pulling the cord hard enough to crank the engine). By this time it's nearly 4:00 and I had virtually none of my own lawn mowed. I went back to my work, but couldn't help but wonder how I might be able to help her. I considered mowing my lawn and then going over to do hers, but that would have meant missing our evening church service. In my puny little mind I didn't see how I could mow both lawns and go to church too. I had a decision to make and in the end I made the wrong one. I opted to mow my own lawn and go to church. It wasn't long before Tami offered the solution I should have thought of, but didn't. She said I should have gone straight over, mowed the neighbors lawn, gone to church and mowed my own lawn tomorrow after work. This was a classic "Why didn't I think of that?" moment. I could just kick myself! I didn't mow my own lawn first out of thoughtlessness or selfishness. I just didn't consider all the options. I feel terribly guilty. I wanted to help my neighbor, but I didn't. There was a way to accomplish everything I wanted to, but my simple mind didn't allow it to happen. Opportunity lost!
I learned several things today: Ask my wife when I am experiencing a crisis of decision. She had the solution all along, but I asked her about it too late. Think outside the box when presented with these types of situations. There's more than one way to skin a cat, so to speak. Finally, love thy neighbor as yourself.
I didn't do any of these today. Thankfully the mowing season is just beginning and there will be many other opportunities to help my neighbor. I'll do better next time.
Saturday, April 20, 2013
Am I "Monk-ish"?
A few weeks back I mentioned one of our favorite TV shows, Monk. Adrian Monk the obsessive/compulsive, neat freak police detective.
I don't consider myself OCD (obsessive/compulsive disorder), but I do believe I have some Monk-like tendencies. I guess you might say I am Monk-ish.
It all started when I was a kid. I shared a bedroom with my younger brother, Kerry. He was not at all interested in keeping our room clean. In fact, he was quite the slob at the time. I, on the other hand, liked keeping our room neat and tidy. We were kind of like Felix and Oscar in The Odd Couple. Kerry would mess up the room and I'd clean it up. On days when mom would insist the room be cleaned, (I wasn't perfect for goodness sake) Kerry would pay me to do his half of the cleaning. It was a sweet arrangement. I cleaned the room (which I would have done anyway) AND got paid. Later when we got a bit older we had a television in our room. This was really cool, but I couldn't relax and enjoy watching TV if the room was a mess. I would have to clean the room (including vacuuming) before I could watch TV. I just couldn't sit in the midst of clutter. It wasn't a problem when we were teenagers because we were given the luxury of our own rooms. No more messes for me!
Some of these tendencies have followed me into my adult life. but I've gotten a little better about not being so neat about everything. My desk at work is a little messy and I am okay with that. My garage seems to be a catch-all and I am fine with that too. I do like to keep the living area of our house clean. This is not a problem though. Tami keeps a good house and I'm only there to help. I'm also a little fanatical about my yard. I don't like weeds in the flower beds, bare spots in the grass or debris laying around. I also do not like it if my grass gets too long or if the pool is dirty. So yeah, I think I am a bit Monk-ish.
Tami kind of laughs at me for these tendencies. I'm very deliberate and cautious about things. A good example would be me being protective of my new grill. After assembling it and meticulously taking care of all the details (greasing and seasoning the grates for example), I kept it indoors until it was time for its first use. I mentioned how the grill got its first use... the steak dinner we had with Michael. What I didn't tell you was before the steaks were grilled, I had to grill some sweet potatoes that had already been boiled. I put them on the grill and they promptly turned to mush and started oozing down into the spaces between the grates. It was a terrible mess and I confess I was very upset (confession is good for the soul). Here was my beautiful new grill and the first thing I put on it was an epic failure. I likened it to trying to grill Jell-O. After much complaining, grousing and whining (I did mention I'm not perfect, right?), the sweet potatoes were salvaged, the mess was burned off the grates and the steaks were cooked perfectly. Everything worked out in the end. Tami thinks I was upset with her because the sweet potato recipe was her idea. I wasn't upset or angry with her at all. She had no idea (and neither did I) that the sweet potatoes would turn to mush. I just couldn't stand seeing my new grill in such a gloppy mess. I got over it eventually. Getting back to the original point... I'm very protective of my grill for several reasons. I want it to last a long time because it was expensive. I want it to stay in tip-top condition so we can enjoy grilled meals for years to come. And obviously because I just want it to stay looking nice. The other thing I didn't tell you (here's where my Monk-like tendencies really kick in), was after that first use, I dragged the grill back indoors. Violent storms were predicted for that night and I didn't want my new grill to possibly get damaged. Yes, it has a cover, but just like Monk, I had to overdo it in the caution department. As it turns out the storms never materialized and my cautious actions were (as they usually are) unnecessary. The grill is still sitting in my dining room (propane tank disconnected and left outside) The next time the grill is placed outdoors it will stay there. Even I don't want a grill in my dining room all summer. That would be crazy... or would it? I think I'll ask Monk what he would do.
I don't consider myself OCD (obsessive/compulsive disorder), but I do believe I have some Monk-like tendencies. I guess you might say I am Monk-ish.
It all started when I was a kid. I shared a bedroom with my younger brother, Kerry. He was not at all interested in keeping our room clean. In fact, he was quite the slob at the time. I, on the other hand, liked keeping our room neat and tidy. We were kind of like Felix and Oscar in The Odd Couple. Kerry would mess up the room and I'd clean it up. On days when mom would insist the room be cleaned, (I wasn't perfect for goodness sake) Kerry would pay me to do his half of the cleaning. It was a sweet arrangement. I cleaned the room (which I would have done anyway) AND got paid. Later when we got a bit older we had a television in our room. This was really cool, but I couldn't relax and enjoy watching TV if the room was a mess. I would have to clean the room (including vacuuming) before I could watch TV. I just couldn't sit in the midst of clutter. It wasn't a problem when we were teenagers because we were given the luxury of our own rooms. No more messes for me!
Some of these tendencies have followed me into my adult life. but I've gotten a little better about not being so neat about everything. My desk at work is a little messy and I am okay with that. My garage seems to be a catch-all and I am fine with that too. I do like to keep the living area of our house clean. This is not a problem though. Tami keeps a good house and I'm only there to help. I'm also a little fanatical about my yard. I don't like weeds in the flower beds, bare spots in the grass or debris laying around. I also do not like it if my grass gets too long or if the pool is dirty. So yeah, I think I am a bit Monk-ish.
Tami kind of laughs at me for these tendencies. I'm very deliberate and cautious about things. A good example would be me being protective of my new grill. After assembling it and meticulously taking care of all the details (greasing and seasoning the grates for example), I kept it indoors until it was time for its first use. I mentioned how the grill got its first use... the steak dinner we had with Michael. What I didn't tell you was before the steaks were grilled, I had to grill some sweet potatoes that had already been boiled. I put them on the grill and they promptly turned to mush and started oozing down into the spaces between the grates. It was a terrible mess and I confess I was very upset (confession is good for the soul). Here was my beautiful new grill and the first thing I put on it was an epic failure. I likened it to trying to grill Jell-O. After much complaining, grousing and whining (I did mention I'm not perfect, right?), the sweet potatoes were salvaged, the mess was burned off the grates and the steaks were cooked perfectly. Everything worked out in the end. Tami thinks I was upset with her because the sweet potato recipe was her idea. I wasn't upset or angry with her at all. She had no idea (and neither did I) that the sweet potatoes would turn to mush. I just couldn't stand seeing my new grill in such a gloppy mess. I got over it eventually. Getting back to the original point... I'm very protective of my grill for several reasons. I want it to last a long time because it was expensive. I want it to stay in tip-top condition so we can enjoy grilled meals for years to come. And obviously because I just want it to stay looking nice. The other thing I didn't tell you (here's where my Monk-like tendencies really kick in), was after that first use, I dragged the grill back indoors. Violent storms were predicted for that night and I didn't want my new grill to possibly get damaged. Yes, it has a cover, but just like Monk, I had to overdo it in the caution department. As it turns out the storms never materialized and my cautious actions were (as they usually are) unnecessary. The grill is still sitting in my dining room (propane tank disconnected and left outside) The next time the grill is placed outdoors it will stay there. Even I don't want a grill in my dining room all summer. That would be crazy... or would it? I think I'll ask Monk what he would do.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Snip Snip and the Reds
I debated whether I should post this story or not. I have touted this blog as family friendly and I am true to that pledge. The details of this story do get a little dicey, but I think I can keep it Rated G.
In the summer of 1999 I had my vasectomy. For various reasons there were complications with this usually simple procedure. Due to these complications, the procedure was not a success. And because of this, I had to have the procedure done a second time. This time the doctor had to put me in the hospital, knock me out and perform minor surgery. The nature of this surgery (even though it was called "minor"), caused me to have a much longer and more difficult recovery. What does this delicate matter have to do with the Reds? Well, I'll tell you...
Shortly before the first procedure (the one that failed), I accepted free Reds tickets from my neighbor. As was always the case, I would take Michael to the game. Under normal circumstances I would have fully recovered in plenty of time to attend the game. However, as you already know, my circumstances were far from normal. The game was scheduled for only 3 days after the surgery (the successful second procedure). Michael had been excited for several weeks about the game and I was determined to take him no matter what. As luck would have it, I was in bad shape the day of the game. I had been icing the area that needed icing (I think you get my drift) for days, but things were not improving. Also as luck would have it, the temperature on game day was over 100 degrees. I'm not just saying figuratively it was hot. I'm saying the official temperature in Cincinnati that day topped 100. It was H-O-T hot! Not wanting to disappoint my son, I decided to tough it out and take him to the game despite my "condition". I can laugh about it now, and you can too. I packed Michael into the car and I drove to the stadium with a bag of ice stuffed down the front of my shorts. Keep in mind Michael was only five years old and he had no idea anything was wrong. I parked the car at the old Western and Southern garage and walked across the bridge to the stadium. It's probably only about half a mile, but the way I was feeling and in that heat, I may as well have been trying to cross the Sahara Desert. After much effort and pain, we made it to our seats. By now, the bag of ice that had been strategically stuffed, was nothing more than a bag of lukewarm water. Making sure Michael was well supplied with a sno-cone, Coke and snacks, we watched an inning and a half of the game. When the Reds came to bat in the bottom of the second inning, Michael declared he'd had enough and was ready to go home. What he was actually saying was, "I'm finished with my sno-cone and snacks. It's time to leave". After a little bit of coaxing and possibly another sno-cone, we made it through the 4th inning. I'd pushed Michael as far as I could and he was ready to go. Honestly, by that point, my warm ice bag and I were ready to go home too.
As uncomfortable as I was and after the pain I had endured, it was all worth it. I wouldn't change a thing. We all make sacrifices for our kids and this was a biggie! How many guys can claim they went to a Reds game on a 100 degree day with ice in their shorts? Proudly... I can! And hey, after getting home and reloading my bag with fresh ice, I was still able to watch the end of the game on TV.
In the summer of 1999 I had my vasectomy. For various reasons there were complications with this usually simple procedure. Due to these complications, the procedure was not a success. And because of this, I had to have the procedure done a second time. This time the doctor had to put me in the hospital, knock me out and perform minor surgery. The nature of this surgery (even though it was called "minor"), caused me to have a much longer and more difficult recovery. What does this delicate matter have to do with the Reds? Well, I'll tell you...
Shortly before the first procedure (the one that failed), I accepted free Reds tickets from my neighbor. As was always the case, I would take Michael to the game. Under normal circumstances I would have fully recovered in plenty of time to attend the game. However, as you already know, my circumstances were far from normal. The game was scheduled for only 3 days after the surgery (the successful second procedure). Michael had been excited for several weeks about the game and I was determined to take him no matter what. As luck would have it, I was in bad shape the day of the game. I had been icing the area that needed icing (I think you get my drift) for days, but things were not improving. Also as luck would have it, the temperature on game day was over 100 degrees. I'm not just saying figuratively it was hot. I'm saying the official temperature in Cincinnati that day topped 100. It was H-O-T hot! Not wanting to disappoint my son, I decided to tough it out and take him to the game despite my "condition". I can laugh about it now, and you can too. I packed Michael into the car and I drove to the stadium with a bag of ice stuffed down the front of my shorts. Keep in mind Michael was only five years old and he had no idea anything was wrong. I parked the car at the old Western and Southern garage and walked across the bridge to the stadium. It's probably only about half a mile, but the way I was feeling and in that heat, I may as well have been trying to cross the Sahara Desert. After much effort and pain, we made it to our seats. By now, the bag of ice that had been strategically stuffed, was nothing more than a bag of lukewarm water. Making sure Michael was well supplied with a sno-cone, Coke and snacks, we watched an inning and a half of the game. When the Reds came to bat in the bottom of the second inning, Michael declared he'd had enough and was ready to go home. What he was actually saying was, "I'm finished with my sno-cone and snacks. It's time to leave". After a little bit of coaxing and possibly another sno-cone, we made it through the 4th inning. I'd pushed Michael as far as I could and he was ready to go. Honestly, by that point, my warm ice bag and I were ready to go home too.
As uncomfortable as I was and after the pain I had endured, it was all worth it. I wouldn't change a thing. We all make sacrifices for our kids and this was a biggie! How many guys can claim they went to a Reds game on a 100 degree day with ice in their shorts? Proudly... I can! And hey, after getting home and reloading my bag with fresh ice, I was still able to watch the end of the game on TV.
Thursday, April 18, 2013
My budding Reds fan
Michael came over for dinner tonight. I wanted to Christen my new grill and we did so in grand fashion. Steak, potatoes and all the trimmings were the evening's fare. I was happy to see what Michael was wearing when he arrived... a Reds shirt and his new cap. He was looking SHARP! I didn't take his picture, but I do have a photo from his trip to the ballpark last night. Ain't they a cute couple?
Better late than never
I have been very vocal on this blog about my passion for the game of baseball. I love everything about it and it has been that way since I was 5 years old. I played organized baseball until I got into high school. I grew up with the Big Red Machine which was quite possibly one of greatest teams ever assembled in the history of major league baseball. I can still name the starting 8 from those glorious Reds teams of the 70's. Morgan, Perez, Bench, Rose, Concepcion, Foster, Geronimo and Griffey. There will never be another team like that.
I always tried to pass my love of the game on to Michael, but honestly he was just never that interested. He played tee-ball, but he wasn't in love with it. I would take him to Reds games and we would always have a good time. I wouldn't say he was disinterested, but I think the appeal of going to the game was more about Sno-cones and hot dogs rather than the action on the field. I never forced the issue with him. You can't make a kid like something or be interested in it. Kids either like something or they don't. I won't say I was disappointed with this because I wasn't. I would have liked it if Michael enjoyed baseball like I do, but he didn't and that's okay.
As Michael has grown older, his interest in baseball has increased somewhat. He remembers fondly that we attended the very first game in the history of Great American Ballpark. It was an exhibition game just prior to Opening Day. He also reminded me recently that we were in attendance for Jay Bruce's very first major league game. I was happy that he remembered and that he realizes there is some historical significance attached to these events. Now that he is in college and living on his own, his interest in baseball has snowballed for some reason. We're not even three weeks into the season and he has already been to three Reds games. He buys $5 bleacher tickets and goes with his girlfriend (Meredith) and other friends from school. I can't say that I blame him. He drives a short distance up 471, parks at Newport on the Levee, walks across the bridge and goes to the game. How easy is that?
I must admit I am enjoying his newfound interest in baseball. I'm sure some of this is due to Meredith. The Reds game is a nice way to spend an evening and not that expensive. I have also enjoyed seeing pictures of him at the game. He proudly sports his newly purchased Reds cap while he has a suave arm around Meredith's waist. He sends me text messages from the game too. He asks questions and relays observations from the game. I had to laugh yesterday when he texted and said Johnny Cueto wouldn't be back for quite a while. He's the Reds pitching ace and happens to be injured. Of course I already knew this, but I appreciated the correspondence anyway. I also got a kick out of his message to me this morning. It was a simple one phrase message: "How 'bout those Reds?". Four simple words from my son, but it totally made my day.
I'm afraid he may be getting a skewed view about baseball games though. He has been in attendance for two of the most lopsided wins of the season thus far. He saw the 15-0 shellacking of the Washington Nationals and the 11-2 whoopin' of the Philadelphia Phillies. Little does he realize that high scoring games of this nature are rare. Teams do not score double digit runs with any regularity and Michael has seen two in less than a month. While those games are a blast to watch (if the Reds are on the winning end), I also wonder if he would appreciate a 1-0 pitchers dual just as much. Michael may never be the baseball fan that his dad is, but I'm glad he's developed into at least a casual fan. Better late than never I guess.
I always tried to pass my love of the game on to Michael, but honestly he was just never that interested. He played tee-ball, but he wasn't in love with it. I would take him to Reds games and we would always have a good time. I wouldn't say he was disinterested, but I think the appeal of going to the game was more about Sno-cones and hot dogs rather than the action on the field. I never forced the issue with him. You can't make a kid like something or be interested in it. Kids either like something or they don't. I won't say I was disappointed with this because I wasn't. I would have liked it if Michael enjoyed baseball like I do, but he didn't and that's okay.
As Michael has grown older, his interest in baseball has increased somewhat. He remembers fondly that we attended the very first game in the history of Great American Ballpark. It was an exhibition game just prior to Opening Day. He also reminded me recently that we were in attendance for Jay Bruce's very first major league game. I was happy that he remembered and that he realizes there is some historical significance attached to these events. Now that he is in college and living on his own, his interest in baseball has snowballed for some reason. We're not even three weeks into the season and he has already been to three Reds games. He buys $5 bleacher tickets and goes with his girlfriend (Meredith) and other friends from school. I can't say that I blame him. He drives a short distance up 471, parks at Newport on the Levee, walks across the bridge and goes to the game. How easy is that?
I must admit I am enjoying his newfound interest in baseball. I'm sure some of this is due to Meredith. The Reds game is a nice way to spend an evening and not that expensive. I have also enjoyed seeing pictures of him at the game. He proudly sports his newly purchased Reds cap while he has a suave arm around Meredith's waist. He sends me text messages from the game too. He asks questions and relays observations from the game. I had to laugh yesterday when he texted and said Johnny Cueto wouldn't be back for quite a while. He's the Reds pitching ace and happens to be injured. Of course I already knew this, but I appreciated the correspondence anyway. I also got a kick out of his message to me this morning. It was a simple one phrase message: "How 'bout those Reds?". Four simple words from my son, but it totally made my day.
I'm afraid he may be getting a skewed view about baseball games though. He has been in attendance for two of the most lopsided wins of the season thus far. He saw the 15-0 shellacking of the Washington Nationals and the 11-2 whoopin' of the Philadelphia Phillies. Little does he realize that high scoring games of this nature are rare. Teams do not score double digit runs with any regularity and Michael has seen two in less than a month. While those games are a blast to watch (if the Reds are on the winning end), I also wonder if he would appreciate a 1-0 pitchers dual just as much. Michael may never be the baseball fan that his dad is, but I'm glad he's developed into at least a casual fan. Better late than never I guess.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
One of those days
Have you ever had one of those days where you would have given almost anything to stay in bed? I had that thought this morning. I was awakened around 4:00 by gentle, rolling thunder, flashes of lightning and a gentle, steady rain. I mentioned yesterday how much I love thunderstorms. I especially like to be in bed during thunderstorms. There is something so peaceful and relaxing about laying in my dark bedroom lit occasionally by lightning, listening to the sounds of the storm outside. Please understand I am not talking about those violent storms where it sounds like your house is going to come down. I'm talking about those everyday, run of the mill thunderstorms. I could have laid there for hours this morning. Instead, the peaceful sounds of nature were painfully interrupted by an obnoxious electronic alarm clock. What a cruel contrast. From pure peace and serenity to being jolted out of bed by a buzzer.
The beauty of God's creation continues to amaze me. I am always in awe of the beauty a simple storm can bring. The rain also gives the earth the drink it needs to continue to burst forth with the new life of spring.
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the simple things. Instead of looking at the storm as something that woke you from your slumber, look at it for what it really is... a glorious gift from God. Take the time to stop, watch and listen. It's way better than American Idol. I promise you won't regret it.
The beauty of God's creation continues to amaze me. I am always in awe of the beauty a simple storm can bring. The rain also gives the earth the drink it needs to continue to burst forth with the new life of spring.
Sometimes we forget to appreciate the simple things. Instead of looking at the storm as something that woke you from your slumber, look at it for what it really is... a glorious gift from God. Take the time to stop, watch and listen. It's way better than American Idol. I promise you won't regret it.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Rumble Rumble
Last week I mentioned sitting on the patio with my grandpa while he grilled. As I sit in my chair this evening, I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance. This brings to mind something else I remember about my grandpa. He loved to sit out on the patio/porch and watch thunderstorms roll in. I have always loved thunderstorms as well. I attribute this love of storms to those early days sitting with my grandpa. I love to listen to the distant roll of thunder and hear the patter of rain as the storm moves in. I love the brilliant flashes of lightning, the increasing intensity of the wind and the increasing volume of the thunder as the storm reaches its full force. Then the reverse happens as the storm wanes until all is quiet again. Thunderstorms are so beautiful and I'll never understand how people can be afraid of them. I have also passed this love of storms to my own children. When they were little they would cheer when thunderstorms came through. As they have gotten older, they appreciate (as I do), the beauty of God's creation... thunderstorms and all.
Monday, April 15, 2013
42
Everybody knows how much I love baseball. There are few things more enjoyable than going to a ball game or listening to the Reds on the radio. Hearing the Reds on the radio summons memories from my childhood and speaks to my soul.
66 years ago today, a very significant event changed the game of baseball forever. April 15, 1947 is the day Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier. Jackie spent the early part of his professional days being the target of jeers, sneers, racial slurs and outright hatred. Jackie, while deeply hurt, pressed through it and went on to have an illustrious career.
Today, in tribute to Jackie Robinson, every baseball player in the major leagues wore Jackie's number 42. It's no coincidence the movie depicting Jackie's life came out this week. "42" had the highest grossing opening weekend of any baseball movie in history. I wouldn't mind seeing this flick myself.
Here's the kicker--- The Reds played the Phillies tonight. Wanna guess the final score? Would you believe 4-2? How nice of the Reds and Phillies to score 4 and 2 runs respectively. Wanna guess the name of the guy who scored the winning run? Derrick Robinson. You can't make this stuff up! Unbelievable!
66 years ago today, a very significant event changed the game of baseball forever. April 15, 1947 is the day Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier. Jackie spent the early part of his professional days being the target of jeers, sneers, racial slurs and outright hatred. Jackie, while deeply hurt, pressed through it and went on to have an illustrious career.
Today, in tribute to Jackie Robinson, every baseball player in the major leagues wore Jackie's number 42. It's no coincidence the movie depicting Jackie's life came out this week. "42" had the highest grossing opening weekend of any baseball movie in history. I wouldn't mind seeing this flick myself.
Here's the kicker--- The Reds played the Phillies tonight. Wanna guess the final score? Would you believe 4-2? How nice of the Reds and Phillies to score 4 and 2 runs respectively. Wanna guess the name of the guy who scored the winning run? Derrick Robinson. You can't make this stuff up! Unbelievable!
Flying north, driving south
It's the middle of April and spring is in full bloom... literally. The grass is green, the trees are budding and blooming, flowers are springing up and the birds are singing their heads off. I feel like singing my head off too. This past winter seems like it lasted for years, not months.
And because spring is in full swing, it's time for my mom and Cliff to head back home. After 3 and a half months, the snowbirds are flying home from Florida today (driving actually, but flying sounds better when referring to snowbirds). I am praying for their safe travels. I haven't seen them since Christmas. I will am looking forward to visiting real soon.
The Mortons are also traveling today. Jessi, Barry and Sveta are driving to Savannah, Georgia for the week. They will be visiting Barry's sister, Jill. I am praying for safe travels for them as well.
It's been such a long winter. Every living thing has been restless for so long. It's time to move around again. I wish I was traveling somewhere this week.
And because spring is in full swing, it's time for my mom and Cliff to head back home. After 3 and a half months, the snowbirds are flying home from Florida today (driving actually, but flying sounds better when referring to snowbirds). I am praying for their safe travels. I haven't seen them since Christmas. I will am looking forward to visiting real soon.
The Mortons are also traveling today. Jessi, Barry and Sveta are driving to Savannah, Georgia for the week. They will be visiting Barry's sister, Jill. I am praying for safe travels for them as well.
It's been such a long winter. Every living thing has been restless for so long. It's time to move around again. I wish I was traveling somewhere this week.
Sunday, April 14, 2013
And awaaaaaaaaay we go!
Well folks, it's the beginning of the end. Abby started her official driver's training yesterday. I think I will need to put the number of my cardiologist on speed dial.
We started in a parking lot so she could get the feel of the gas, the brake and steering wheel. Everything was fine until she almost hit a brand new Honda Accord that was parked there. I know it was new because it had temporary tags that were only a week old. I'm sure you can hear me now. "Abby stop. Abby STOP! ABBYYYYYYY! STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!". Phew!
We then proceeded onto the road. The truth is she did pretty well for her first time. She maintained a nice steady speed, kept the car in her lane and didn't wipe out any parked cars or mailboxes. There WERE two instances where she approached a stop sign and hit the gas instead of the brake. While this is initially a scary experience, there were no other cars around and she quickly corrected her error. Other than those missteps, things went well overall. She is required to log 50 hours behind the wheel before she can get her license. Yesterday may well have been the longest 30 minutes of my life (just kidding). Only 49 and a half hours to go :-)
Here's my little heart attack, uh I mean student driver.
We started in a parking lot so she could get the feel of the gas, the brake and steering wheel. Everything was fine until she almost hit a brand new Honda Accord that was parked there. I know it was new because it had temporary tags that were only a week old. I'm sure you can hear me now. "Abby stop. Abby STOP! ABBYYYYYYY! STOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!". Phew!
We then proceeded onto the road. The truth is she did pretty well for her first time. She maintained a nice steady speed, kept the car in her lane and didn't wipe out any parked cars or mailboxes. There WERE two instances where she approached a stop sign and hit the gas instead of the brake. While this is initially a scary experience, there were no other cars around and she quickly corrected her error. Other than those missteps, things went well overall. She is required to log 50 hours behind the wheel before she can get her license. Yesterday may well have been the longest 30 minutes of my life (just kidding). Only 49 and a half hours to go :-)
Here's my little heart attack, uh I mean student driver.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Great Minds
Great minds think alike. They certainly must...
Check out a portion of Tami's blog post from more than a month ago. When I posted my own thoughts on Monk, I had completely forgotten Tami's take on one of our favorite shows. Compare the following excerpt from Tami's blog to this morning's post from mine:
But for two hours on Friday nights we have a date with Mr. Monk! Channel 64. Friends, if you haven't seen this show... you have to check it out! It is about a brilliant detective named Adrian Monk who is OCD and has a million phobias. Every episode he is called on to solve some mystery that no one else can solve. His work consistently puts him into extremely uncomfortable situations (for him) and he constantly struggles just to cope. His always present assistant, Natalie, is the voice of reason that keeps him from completely going off the deep end. His therapist, played by Hector Elizondo, is himself flaky and self-absorbed and this adds some funny scenarios. All of the actors are top notch and it is completely free of inappropriate content. Good, clean fun and absolutely hilarious!
Like I said, great minds think alike :-)
Check out a portion of Tami's blog post from more than a month ago. When I posted my own thoughts on Monk, I had completely forgotten Tami's take on one of our favorite shows. Compare the following excerpt from Tami's blog to this morning's post from mine:
But for two hours on Friday nights we have a date with Mr. Monk! Channel 64. Friends, if you haven't seen this show... you have to check it out! It is about a brilliant detective named Adrian Monk who is OCD and has a million phobias. Every episode he is called on to solve some mystery that no one else can solve. His work consistently puts him into extremely uncomfortable situations (for him) and he constantly struggles just to cope. His always present assistant, Natalie, is the voice of reason that keeps him from completely going off the deep end. His therapist, played by Hector Elizondo, is himself flaky and self-absorbed and this adds some funny scenarios. All of the actors are top notch and it is completely free of inappropriate content. Good, clean fun and absolutely hilarious!
Like I said, great minds think alike :-)
Monk
Television has been described as a vast wasteland. In most respects this is completely true. There is so very little on television worth watching. Unlike most Americans I can't stand American Idol, The Voice, Dancing with the Stars, CSI, The Walking Dead and most other crud on TV. Most television shows are unimaginative junk with only potty humor and sex to sell them. However, there a few shows I have always enjoyed... The Andy Griffith Show has to be my all time favorite. I also love the old Carol Burnett Show. Sitcoms like M*A*S*H, Seinfeld, I Love Lucy and Cheers aren't made anymore either. You probably noticed most of the shows I like are the old ones. The reason for this is quite simple. They don't make TV shows the way they used to.
With all this being said, Tami and I recently (within the last six months) happened upon a wonderfully entertaining and brilliant show. Monk. That's right, folks, Monk.
Adrian Monk is an obsessive compulsive police detective in San Francisco. He is absolutely brilliant and solves cases other detectives are unable to solve. He does this by noticing details that would escape most people. Early in the series, Monk's wife is killed in a car bombing. Monk is riddled with guilt because he believes he was the intended target of the bomb and because he never found out who did it. It's the only case he's never been able to solve. All of this becomes too much for Monk and he suffers an emotional breakdown which costs him his badge. The subsequent episodes have Monk trying to prove to the review board that he is fit to return to duty, but he is always denied for one reason or another. The show revolves around Monk continuing to solve crimes the police detectives can't. He is always called in as a consultant because they couldn't solve the homicides otherwise.
This show is squeaky clean, witty, brilliantly written and wonderfully acted. It is also HILARIOUS! It's strange to think that a crime investigation show could be funny, but what makes it so humorous is Monk himself. Homicide investigations are not typically clean and pretty sights. This doesn't bode well for an obsessive compulsive, germophobic neat-freak. Things are so bad for him that he has hired an assistant to follow him everywhere carrying sanitizing wipes and talking him down off the proverbial ledge.
The show is in reruns now. We were a little late to the party, but it doesn't matter. Tami and I look forward to 2 episodes every Friday night. It's a great way to unwind after a long week at work. If you're tired of the garbage on TV nowadays and you've never seen Monk, we highly recommend it. We suggested it to my in-laws and they are completely hooked. I think you'll be hooked too. Give Monk a try. You won't regret it.
With all this being said, Tami and I recently (within the last six months) happened upon a wonderfully entertaining and brilliant show. Monk. That's right, folks, Monk.
Adrian Monk is an obsessive compulsive police detective in San Francisco. He is absolutely brilliant and solves cases other detectives are unable to solve. He does this by noticing details that would escape most people. Early in the series, Monk's wife is killed in a car bombing. Monk is riddled with guilt because he believes he was the intended target of the bomb and because he never found out who did it. It's the only case he's never been able to solve. All of this becomes too much for Monk and he suffers an emotional breakdown which costs him his badge. The subsequent episodes have Monk trying to prove to the review board that he is fit to return to duty, but he is always denied for one reason or another. The show revolves around Monk continuing to solve crimes the police detectives can't. He is always called in as a consultant because they couldn't solve the homicides otherwise.
This show is squeaky clean, witty, brilliantly written and wonderfully acted. It is also HILARIOUS! It's strange to think that a crime investigation show could be funny, but what makes it so humorous is Monk himself. Homicide investigations are not typically clean and pretty sights. This doesn't bode well for an obsessive compulsive, germophobic neat-freak. Things are so bad for him that he has hired an assistant to follow him everywhere carrying sanitizing wipes and talking him down off the proverbial ledge.
The show is in reruns now. We were a little late to the party, but it doesn't matter. Tami and I look forward to 2 episodes every Friday night. It's a great way to unwind after a long week at work. If you're tired of the garbage on TV nowadays and you've never seen Monk, we highly recommend it. We suggested it to my in-laws and they are completely hooked. I think you'll be hooked too. Give Monk a try. You won't regret it.
Friday, April 12, 2013
Apollo 8 and God's creation
During our Wednesday evening Bible study we watched this video clip. In December 1968 the crew of Apollo 8 was the first to leave earth's orbit and enter deep space. Their mission was to orbit, but not land on the moon. (This was in preparation of the historic moon landing of Apollo 11 on July 20, 1969) The mission of Apollo 8 was a flawless success. On Christmas Eve, while orbiting the moon, the three man crew took turns reading from Genesis 1. It's interesting to note these men wrote the words they wanted to recite on fireproof paper on the back of their flight plan. At first the video gave me goosebumps, but those goosebumps soon gave way to tears. Seeing the earth from the moon's perspective while hearing Genesis 1 was very moving. I was also struck by the fact that these men would do this. If 21st century American astronauts tried to do this they would be fired immediately and sued by the ACLU. The world has changed and it's not for the better.
For the record, the footage in this video is not just from Apollo 8. It is a compilation of several missions (including Neil Armstrong's first step on the moon with Apollo 11)
For the record, the footage in this video is not just from Apollo 8. It is a compilation of several missions (including Neil Armstrong's first step on the moon with Apollo 11)
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The beauty of creation
We midwesterners have been waiting a long time for spring. I think we finally got our wish. The grass has begun to turn green and grow. I actually mowed my lawn for the first time a few days ago. That felt good.
Every year I watch for the first sign of spring. For me... I watch the underbrush. The underbrush must sprout and turn green before the trees can. At first the green is very difficult to see. You're not sure if you're actually seeing the beginnings of green coming in or if your eyes are playing a cruel trick on you. But then it happens... BOOM! Green everywhere! We saw the first tinges of green last Sunday. My wife called it perfectly. She said within a week the green would explode. It didn't even take THAT long. As of yesterday the underbrush was fully green. It took four days. From deathly looking brown to fresh, vibrant, living green. God's creation is absolutely and completely amazing.
Last night during the weekly Bible study we host in our home, we studied Genesis 1-3. Genesis 1 is the account of how God created everything in six days. "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth..." You know the rest. It doesn't matter how many times I read it or how well I know the story, I never cease to marvel at God's glorious creation. There is no other explanation for the beauteous splendor of the heavens and the earth other than God's divine and perfect plan. God's creation is all around us. All we need to do is stop and take notice of it. We need to get our eyes off the TV screen, laptop screen, iPad screen, Smartphone screen or whatever, and drink in God's glorious gift to us. I know this all sounds kind of sappy, but the simple yearly process of the earth turning green again stirs strong emotions in me. I thank the Lord for life anew.
This brings to mind one of my favorite hymns:
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies;
For the love which from our birth,
Over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
For the wonder of each hour,
Of the day and of the night;
Hill and vale and tree and flow'r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
Every year I watch for the first sign of spring. For me... I watch the underbrush. The underbrush must sprout and turn green before the trees can. At first the green is very difficult to see. You're not sure if you're actually seeing the beginnings of green coming in or if your eyes are playing a cruel trick on you. But then it happens... BOOM! Green everywhere! We saw the first tinges of green last Sunday. My wife called it perfectly. She said within a week the green would explode. It didn't even take THAT long. As of yesterday the underbrush was fully green. It took four days. From deathly looking brown to fresh, vibrant, living green. God's creation is absolutely and completely amazing.
Last night during the weekly Bible study we host in our home, we studied Genesis 1-3. Genesis 1 is the account of how God created everything in six days. "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth..." You know the rest. It doesn't matter how many times I read it or how well I know the story, I never cease to marvel at God's glorious creation. There is no other explanation for the beauteous splendor of the heavens and the earth other than God's divine and perfect plan. God's creation is all around us. All we need to do is stop and take notice of it. We need to get our eyes off the TV screen, laptop screen, iPad screen, Smartphone screen or whatever, and drink in God's glorious gift to us. I know this all sounds kind of sappy, but the simple yearly process of the earth turning green again stirs strong emotions in me. I thank the Lord for life anew.
This brings to mind one of my favorite hymns:
For the beauty of the earth,
For the glory of the skies;
For the love which from our birth,
Over and around us lies;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
For the wonder of each hour,
Of the day and of the night;
Hill and vale and tree and flow'r,
Sun and moon, and stars of light;
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful praise.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
How to tell you're getting old
How can you tell you're getting old? There are the obvious reasons like your body has new aches and pains on a daily basis. When your body doesn't heal the way it used to. When your muscles ache for two days after working in the yard for a short time. When you have to psych yourself up to do anything that requires physical exertion. When you no longer get carded at the pony keg. When you hear kids refer to the 80's as the old days. When you have more hair growing out of your ears than the top of your head. When you say things like, "I've been driving for 30 years" or "Look honey! I got an invitation to my 30 year class reunion!". When staying home on a Saturday night is much more desirable than going out and you actually celebrate when it happens. When your kids refer to some place other than your house as "home" (this is true for 2 out of 3 of my kids). When you plan your drive around being able to hear the news on the car radio. When you have a strong desire to tell people to stay off your lawn. When your TV remote has more buttons than the cockpit of the space shuttle and you have no clue what any of the buttons actually do. When you buy a new AM/FM radio and based on the smirk on the young clerk's face you feel like you just purchased a gramophone. When you actually remember stuff you see in vintage or antique shops. When a cup of coffee and reading quietly in the morning is the highlight of your day. When you do anything early to either "beat the crowd" or because you know you'll be too tired later. When you discuss all your newly developed health issues with your spouse instead of what the kids have been up to. When you spend enough time in the restroom to read War and Peace. When you walk into a room and have no idea why you went in there in the first place. When you see a toddler throwing a tantrum and realize you don't have to deal with it. Been there, done that! I did my time! When you get out of bed it sounds like somebody just poured a bowl of Rice Krispies. Snap! Crackle! Pop! When you can't read the menu at a restaurant because you left your reading glasses in the car. When you realize it's 11:00 and you are up way past your bedtime. When you receive junk mail from the AARP and you actually read it instead of instantly throwing it in the trash. When a nap is a part of your daily routine and not an occasional treat. When you spend almost as much time in your recliner as you do in the bathroom. When you are no longer surprised and fully expect to fall asleep in your recliner. When you buy clothes for comfort rather than style. When you complain about the price of something and proclaim to anyone who will listen the cheapest price you can remember for the same item. Remember when candy bars were a nickel or dime and you needed more than three bites to finish them? When you start thinking about ways to pass family traditions on to your children and grandchildren (see yesterday's post). When you realize the world has drastically changed in your lifetime. When you realize how truly young your father was when he died at the age of 47. I only need to live one more year to live a longer life than him. That is mind boggling! When you realize what is truly important in life. God, the Bible, family (especially grandchildren) and the simple things. When things like possessions and status are suddenly quite insignificant. When you ask somebody to repeat themselves three times and you still didn't hear them... you just laugh and pretend you heard what they said and pray to God they didn't ask you a question. When a person YOU consider old says, "Welcome to the club!".
But how can you REALLY tell you're getting old? When the ledge above your stove looks like the photo below. What used to be home to spice jars and knick knacks is now home to a small pharmacy.
But how can you REALLY tell you're getting old? When the ledge above your stove looks like the photo below. What used to be home to spice jars and knick knacks is now home to a small pharmacy.
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Grill Master Jr.
I mentioned yesterday how grilling runs in my family. I remember as a young boy standing on the patio with my grandpa. I would watch intently as he carefully and lovingly finessed each piece of meat. Sometimes he would only give stuff a quarter turn or move something a few inches seeking out the perfect spot on the grill for that particular piece of meat. I could tell even at my young age that this was SERIOUS business. I also didn't mind the occasional sip of beer I was allowed.
My dad was no slouch either. He knew his way around the grill just like grandpa did. Dad was more into barbecuing meats where Grandpa was more about burgers, brats and metts. Barbecued Chicken, pork chops and pork tenderloin were Dad's specialty. His barbecued pork tenderloin was like candy. Dad didn't usually give me a sip of beer like Grandpa did, but I'm not saying I didn't sneak one every now and then. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I'll never tell.
Here's a quick side story about Dad's barbecuing. One time for a family gathering Dad was grilling barbecued chicken. In this rare instance Dad slightly (actually quite a bit) burned the chicken. There was lots of charred black stuff. He served it anyway even though he knew it was not his best work. We all politely said it wasn't that bad, but my uncle raved over it. He was beside himself with delight. In his enthusiasm over Dad's burnt chicken my uncle asked what this stuff was called. Dad jokingly said it was "Cremated Chicken", acknowledging his error in letting it burn. For years afterward when my uncle was invited over for dinner, he would (in all seriousness) ask if we were going to have cremated chicken. It has been a family joke ever since.
It was from my Grandpa and my Dad that I learned how to grill and to love everything about it. A cookout was an event centered around the grill itself. The patriarch did the grilling and was not interested in getting help from the Peanut Gallery. Advice was not solicited and none was ever given. First it was Grandpa, then it was my Dad and now it's me. I've taken what I learned from them and have acquired some knowledge of my own. I know Dad and Grandpa never used cast iron grates (even though cast iron has been used for cooking in this country since the 1600's).
Now the time has come to begin the process of preparing to pass the torch (or more accurately pass the spatula). How irresponsible would it be if I didn't pass on the spatula to my own son? From this point on Michael will be the Grill Master Jr. When he still lived with me he would watch me grill and picked up on some techniques. I even allowed him to cook a few times while I watched. Now that he is living the bachelor life, he and his roommates do a lot of grilling of their own. These youngsters have a cheap little hand-me-down gas grill. They are attempting to grill like a couple of professionals, but they are at a distinct disadvantage using such an inferior grill. They need a REAL grill if they are going to be serious about this art form. This is why I was thrilled when Tami suggested on Friday that we buy a new grill for Michael (aka Grill Master Jr.). I didn't get him one quite like mine, but he is still getting a decent starter grill that will more than do the job. This new grill is currently in my garage still in the box. It is now awaiting pick up and the subsequent assembly. I can't wait to see Michael learn the pure pleasure and joy of cooking on a real grill. I wouldn't mind being the taste tester of his first steak.
Michael, I am passing you the spatula and tongs. Use them like you've been taught. This is family tradition and I expect you to teach YOUR children some day.
My dad was no slouch either. He knew his way around the grill just like grandpa did. Dad was more into barbecuing meats where Grandpa was more about burgers, brats and metts. Barbecued Chicken, pork chops and pork tenderloin were Dad's specialty. His barbecued pork tenderloin was like candy. Dad didn't usually give me a sip of beer like Grandpa did, but I'm not saying I didn't sneak one every now and then. Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. I'll never tell.
Here's a quick side story about Dad's barbecuing. One time for a family gathering Dad was grilling barbecued chicken. In this rare instance Dad slightly (actually quite a bit) burned the chicken. There was lots of charred black stuff. He served it anyway even though he knew it was not his best work. We all politely said it wasn't that bad, but my uncle raved over it. He was beside himself with delight. In his enthusiasm over Dad's burnt chicken my uncle asked what this stuff was called. Dad jokingly said it was "Cremated Chicken", acknowledging his error in letting it burn. For years afterward when my uncle was invited over for dinner, he would (in all seriousness) ask if we were going to have cremated chicken. It has been a family joke ever since.
It was from my Grandpa and my Dad that I learned how to grill and to love everything about it. A cookout was an event centered around the grill itself. The patriarch did the grilling and was not interested in getting help from the Peanut Gallery. Advice was not solicited and none was ever given. First it was Grandpa, then it was my Dad and now it's me. I've taken what I learned from them and have acquired some knowledge of my own. I know Dad and Grandpa never used cast iron grates (even though cast iron has been used for cooking in this country since the 1600's).
Now the time has come to begin the process of preparing to pass the torch (or more accurately pass the spatula). How irresponsible would it be if I didn't pass on the spatula to my own son? From this point on Michael will be the Grill Master Jr. When he still lived with me he would watch me grill and picked up on some techniques. I even allowed him to cook a few times while I watched. Now that he is living the bachelor life, he and his roommates do a lot of grilling of their own. These youngsters have a cheap little hand-me-down gas grill. They are attempting to grill like a couple of professionals, but they are at a distinct disadvantage using such an inferior grill. They need a REAL grill if they are going to be serious about this art form. This is why I was thrilled when Tami suggested on Friday that we buy a new grill for Michael (aka Grill Master Jr.). I didn't get him one quite like mine, but he is still getting a decent starter grill that will more than do the job. This new grill is currently in my garage still in the box. It is now awaiting pick up and the subsequent assembly. I can't wait to see Michael learn the pure pleasure and joy of cooking on a real grill. I wouldn't mind being the taste tester of his first steak.
Michael, I am passing you the spatula and tongs. Use them like you've been taught. This is family tradition and I expect you to teach YOUR children some day.
Monday, April 8, 2013
The Grill Master
Family and friends are well aware of my capabilities of cooking tasty meals on the grill. I don't brag about it or even claim to be versed in the art of BBQ. However, the people who have eaten my grilled meats like to call me the Grill Master. Obviously their sample size must be small because there are so many people who know a lot more about grilling than me. Truth be told I'm quite the amateur. But hey, if people who eat my cooking are happy, I'm happy.
I do a lot of grilling... and I do mean a bunch! In the warm months it keeps the heat out of the kitchen and in the cold months it's like a taste of summer. Tami particularly likes it because she doesn't have to cook... and I like it because grilling is such a manly thing to do. Because I grill so much, I tend to wear out grills fairly quickly (4-5 years on average). This is not because I don't care for my grills properly. Quite the contrary. I am fanatical about caring for my grill. I wore another grill out last year and was forced to buy another one this spring. I purchased a Kenmore from Sears. I really can't afford to buy top of the line stuff, but I don't buy cheapo junk either. A moderately priced grill does a fine job if you give it the TLC it deserves. This model suits my needs just fine. It has 4 burners for standard cooking and a side burner for cooking side dishes (just like your stove top). It has a few features I haven't had before. The first is an infra-red searing burner. It does exactly what its name implies. It gets ultra hot to sear the meat in order to seal in the juices. After searing you move the meat over to the standard burners on low heat to cook it slowly... YUM! The other feature I am eager to try is cast iron grates. I've never had these before, but I am quickly learning they are the best types of grates for serious grill guys. They evenly distribute and hold heat really well. They are durable and are supposed to last a long time. The only drawback is the high maintenance required. They must be seasoned prior to use (just like a cast iron skillet). They have to be oiled with vegetable shortening after every use (to prevent rust) and re-seasoned if you give them a heavy duty cleaning. I am extremely eager to try out these new features on my new grill. I guess you can say things are getting pretty serious. There's so much more to grilling than slapping on a piece of meat and charring it beyond all recognition. Patience is the key to grilling. I won't get into slow cooking methods or indirect heat, but suffice it to say good grill fare is worth waiting for. If you're looking for a quick meal, my grill and my deck is not the place for you. However, if you are willing to wait, I can promise you a delicious meal cooked with care. Anybody reading this has an open invitation to come over and break bread with us (or I guess I should say break meat).
In all seriousness, it's something I have grown up with and truly love to do. My grandpa and dad were quite skillful on the grill in their own right. I have simply carried on the family tradition. There's something so peaceful about having a spatula in one hand and a beverage of choice in the other. Cooking for family and friends is what I like to do. Come on over!
Here's a photo of my new toy. And by the way... it's no coincidence that it's colored Cincinnati red. What did you expect?
And yes, this photo was taken indoors. I am currently seasoning the cast iron grates and I haven't bought a cover for it yet. I'm not going to put my new toy out in the elements without a raincoat :-)
I do a lot of grilling... and I do mean a bunch! In the warm months it keeps the heat out of the kitchen and in the cold months it's like a taste of summer. Tami particularly likes it because she doesn't have to cook... and I like it because grilling is such a manly thing to do. Because I grill so much, I tend to wear out grills fairly quickly (4-5 years on average). This is not because I don't care for my grills properly. Quite the contrary. I am fanatical about caring for my grill. I wore another grill out last year and was forced to buy another one this spring. I purchased a Kenmore from Sears. I really can't afford to buy top of the line stuff, but I don't buy cheapo junk either. A moderately priced grill does a fine job if you give it the TLC it deserves. This model suits my needs just fine. It has 4 burners for standard cooking and a side burner for cooking side dishes (just like your stove top). It has a few features I haven't had before. The first is an infra-red searing burner. It does exactly what its name implies. It gets ultra hot to sear the meat in order to seal in the juices. After searing you move the meat over to the standard burners on low heat to cook it slowly... YUM! The other feature I am eager to try is cast iron grates. I've never had these before, but I am quickly learning they are the best types of grates for serious grill guys. They evenly distribute and hold heat really well. They are durable and are supposed to last a long time. The only drawback is the high maintenance required. They must be seasoned prior to use (just like a cast iron skillet). They have to be oiled with vegetable shortening after every use (to prevent rust) and re-seasoned if you give them a heavy duty cleaning. I am extremely eager to try out these new features on my new grill. I guess you can say things are getting pretty serious. There's so much more to grilling than slapping on a piece of meat and charring it beyond all recognition. Patience is the key to grilling. I won't get into slow cooking methods or indirect heat, but suffice it to say good grill fare is worth waiting for. If you're looking for a quick meal, my grill and my deck is not the place for you. However, if you are willing to wait, I can promise you a delicious meal cooked with care. Anybody reading this has an open invitation to come over and break bread with us (or I guess I should say break meat).
In all seriousness, it's something I have grown up with and truly love to do. My grandpa and dad were quite skillful on the grill in their own right. I have simply carried on the family tradition. There's something so peaceful about having a spatula in one hand and a beverage of choice in the other. Cooking for family and friends is what I like to do. Come on over!
Here's a photo of my new toy. And by the way... it's no coincidence that it's colored Cincinnati red. What did you expect?
And yes, this photo was taken indoors. I am currently seasoning the cast iron grates and I haven't bought a cover for it yet. I'm not going to put my new toy out in the elements without a raincoat :-)
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Caring Transitions
I've been waiting a little while to break this news. Mostly because I needed time to gather more information.
What's the news? Tami has a new part-time job. She's currently working three days a week for a company called Caring Transitions. Caring Transitions is a national company, but Tami is working for its newest franchise is western Cincinnati. The franchise is owned by a married couple who happen to be senior citizens. Tami is their only employee and has made quite an impression in her first few weeks.
Caring Transitions is a company that helps older people downsize when they are no longer in need of (or are no longer capable of) living in a large house. They handle estate sales and also clean up after so-called hoarders after they pass away. For the record not all hoarders are like the extreme (and sometimes deplorable) cases seen on television. Hoarders are sometimes merely collectors that often live in very nice homes. They do this by going into the house and going through everything. They sort it, catalog it, photograph it, assess its value and prepare to sell it at auction. Right now Tami's job is to download the photos onto the computer, write descriptions of the items and post them online for auction. She also went into one of the estates and helped with processing all the items in the home. It's kind of like American Pickers, Pawn Stars and Storage Wars all rolled into one. If you've seen those TV shows you know what I mean. Can you imagine the fun of discovering "who knows what" kind of treasures? Tami expects to expand her role as time goes along. While her bosses are very experienced business owners, they are new to THIS particular business. She's already made herself very valuable to them and will only get more valuable as time goes along. I personally think she will become invaluable and downright indispensable.
So far she really likes the job and is excited at this new opportunity. She is also confident this job will grow into something big. I completely agree. This company is going to grow fast (they already have more work than they can handle) and Tami is positioning herself to grow right along with it.
What's the news? Tami has a new part-time job. She's currently working three days a week for a company called Caring Transitions. Caring Transitions is a national company, but Tami is working for its newest franchise is western Cincinnati. The franchise is owned by a married couple who happen to be senior citizens. Tami is their only employee and has made quite an impression in her first few weeks.
Caring Transitions is a company that helps older people downsize when they are no longer in need of (or are no longer capable of) living in a large house. They handle estate sales and also clean up after so-called hoarders after they pass away. For the record not all hoarders are like the extreme (and sometimes deplorable) cases seen on television. Hoarders are sometimes merely collectors that often live in very nice homes. They do this by going into the house and going through everything. They sort it, catalog it, photograph it, assess its value and prepare to sell it at auction. Right now Tami's job is to download the photos onto the computer, write descriptions of the items and post them online for auction. She also went into one of the estates and helped with processing all the items in the home. It's kind of like American Pickers, Pawn Stars and Storage Wars all rolled into one. If you've seen those TV shows you know what I mean. Can you imagine the fun of discovering "who knows what" kind of treasures? Tami expects to expand her role as time goes along. While her bosses are very experienced business owners, they are new to THIS particular business. She's already made herself very valuable to them and will only get more valuable as time goes along. I personally think she will become invaluable and downright indispensable.
So far she really likes the job and is excited at this new opportunity. She is also confident this job will grow into something big. I completely agree. This company is going to grow fast (they already have more work than they can handle) and Tami is positioning herself to grow right along with it.
Saturday, April 6, 2013
100 ways to love your wife- Part 4
76. Look your best. Dress to honor her and make her proud to be seen with you.
77. Support her if someone tries to put her down.
78. Take her for a get-away without the children.
79. Buy a gift certificate for her favorite restaurant.
80. Cook for her. Grill steaks for her. If you don't know how... LEARN!
81. Don't start eating until she sits down at the table. Don't get up until she's done.
82. Keep the yard looking nice.
83. Fix the little things (burned out light bulbs, squeaky doors, dripping faucet).
84. Check the fluids in her car. Keep her well supplied with wiper fluid.
85. Allow her to adjust the temperature in the car to her comfort level.
86. Be patient. Check your temper. Being a hot head never helps anything.
87. Let her drive if she wants to. She might be better at it than you are.
88. If she asks you to fix something, fix it. Don't put it off.
89. Grow tomatoes for her even if you don't like them.
90. Learn to apologize. "I'm sorry. I was wrong." These are powerful words.
91. Read your Bible. The reasons for this are infinite.
Okay, so I didn't actually make it to 100, but there are a couple good reasons. Some of the ways to love your wife from the original list were kind of cheesy and I eliminated them. Some of them were not family friendly (if you know what I mean), and this is a family friendly blog.
Of the ways to love your wife in this whole list, here are the MOST IMPORTANT ones:
92. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.
Ephesians 5:25
93. Let your fountain be blessed, and delight in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Be intoxicated always in her love.
Proverbs 5:18-19
94. Proverbs 31:10-31 Look it up! It's too long to type.
77. Support her if someone tries to put her down.
78. Take her for a get-away without the children.
79. Buy a gift certificate for her favorite restaurant.
80. Cook for her. Grill steaks for her. If you don't know how... LEARN!
81. Don't start eating until she sits down at the table. Don't get up until she's done.
82. Keep the yard looking nice.
83. Fix the little things (burned out light bulbs, squeaky doors, dripping faucet).
84. Check the fluids in her car. Keep her well supplied with wiper fluid.
85. Allow her to adjust the temperature in the car to her comfort level.
86. Be patient. Check your temper. Being a hot head never helps anything.
87. Let her drive if she wants to. She might be better at it than you are.
88. If she asks you to fix something, fix it. Don't put it off.
89. Grow tomatoes for her even if you don't like them.
90. Learn to apologize. "I'm sorry. I was wrong." These are powerful words.
91. Read your Bible. The reasons for this are infinite.
Okay, so I didn't actually make it to 100, but there are a couple good reasons. Some of the ways to love your wife from the original list were kind of cheesy and I eliminated them. Some of them were not family friendly (if you know what I mean), and this is a family friendly blog.
Of the ways to love your wife in this whole list, here are the MOST IMPORTANT ones:
92. Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.
Ephesians 5:25
93. Let your fountain be blessed, and delight in the wife of your youth, a lovely deer, a graceful doe. Be intoxicated always in her love.
Proverbs 5:18-19
94. Proverbs 31:10-31 Look it up! It's too long to type.
Friday, April 5, 2013
Sveta Date!
Yesterday was a wonderful day. I had the opportunity to spend the entire day with Sveta all by myself! I like to think of this as a "Sveta Date".
I started by cooking her a nice lunch... grilled cheese, grapes and chocolate milk. Yum! The weather is still a bit cold so I was looking for an indoor activity. I took her to Florence Mall where she rode the indoor carousel, which she called the "American-go-round" (merry-go-round), played at the indoor playground and rode a train that goes throughout the entire mall. Of course no date would be complete without ice cream. I spent a lot of time carrying her on my shoulders because (as she put it)"My feet are tired of walking. Can I have a piggyback ride?" Who's gonna say no to THAT? I know she was having fun because she was smiling the whole time and because she said, "This day is exciting!". I have to agree with her. I think I was having more fun than she was. In short, we had an absolute blast together. She is nothing but a pure joy to be around.
This trip also brought up some sentimental feelings. When I was dating Tami we would look for things to do that would entertain Jessi (Sveta's Mommy) and didn't cost a bunch of money. Many days we'd end up at Florence Mall doing the exact same thing I did with Sveta today. Deja' vu! It was a bit strange to say the least. But I could not have had any more fun.
I started by cooking her a nice lunch... grilled cheese, grapes and chocolate milk. Yum! The weather is still a bit cold so I was looking for an indoor activity. I took her to Florence Mall where she rode the indoor carousel, which she called the "American-go-round" (merry-go-round), played at the indoor playground and rode a train that goes throughout the entire mall. Of course no date would be complete without ice cream. I spent a lot of time carrying her on my shoulders because (as she put it)"My feet are tired of walking. Can I have a piggyback ride?" Who's gonna say no to THAT? I know she was having fun because she was smiling the whole time and because she said, "This day is exciting!". I have to agree with her. I think I was having more fun than she was. In short, we had an absolute blast together. She is nothing but a pure joy to be around.
This trip also brought up some sentimental feelings. When I was dating Tami we would look for things to do that would entertain Jessi (Sveta's Mommy) and didn't cost a bunch of money. Many days we'd end up at Florence Mall doing the exact same thing I did with Sveta today. Deja' vu! It was a bit strange to say the least. But I could not have had any more fun.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
100 ways to love your wife- Part 3
51. Do little things for her. Bring her coffee, let her sleep in etc...
52. Don't belittle her intelligence or be cynical.
53. If she has a job, let her enjoy her days off. A day off is not meant for housework.
54. Help with laundry, dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, grocery shopping etc...
55. Give her a nice kiss when she least expects it. Just because you love her.
56. Wink at her from across the room when out in public.
57. Develop a secret language that only you and she understand. Have fun with it.
58. Give her the benefit of the doubt when she misspeaks.
59. When things go wrong, don't focus on who's to blame. Focus on how to fix things.
60. Never say, "I told you so!" (even if you did tell her so).
61. Don't argue over money. Finances can be a major source of stress for her.
62. Hold her hand... Both at home and in public.
63. Praise her good decisions; Minimize the bad ones.
64. Tell her you love her more often.
65. Write her a love note. It's okay to be mushy every now and then.
66. Sit with her while she's watching TV even if you don't like what's on.
67. Don't expect her to read your mind. Tell her what you're thinking.
68. Allow her time alone with her family if she wants it.
69. Check with her before throwing anything away. (Please don't ask why I know this!)
70. Don't let yourself go. Personal grooming shouldn't end after marriage.
71. Let her express herself freely without fear of criticism or judgement.
72. Choose your words carefully. Remember to speak the truth in LOVE.
73. Don't criticize her in front of others. Preserve and maintain her dignity.
74. When angry, express it respectfully. Don't give her the silent treatment.
75. Care for her when she's sick. Don't act like a baby when you are sick.
52. Don't belittle her intelligence or be cynical.
53. If she has a job, let her enjoy her days off. A day off is not meant for housework.
54. Help with laundry, dishes, vacuuming, dusting, cooking, grocery shopping etc...
55. Give her a nice kiss when she least expects it. Just because you love her.
56. Wink at her from across the room when out in public.
57. Develop a secret language that only you and she understand. Have fun with it.
58. Give her the benefit of the doubt when she misspeaks.
59. When things go wrong, don't focus on who's to blame. Focus on how to fix things.
60. Never say, "I told you so!" (even if you did tell her so).
61. Don't argue over money. Finances can be a major source of stress for her.
62. Hold her hand... Both at home and in public.
63. Praise her good decisions; Minimize the bad ones.
64. Tell her you love her more often.
65. Write her a love note. It's okay to be mushy every now and then.
66. Sit with her while she's watching TV even if you don't like what's on.
67. Don't expect her to read your mind. Tell her what you're thinking.
68. Allow her time alone with her family if she wants it.
69. Check with her before throwing anything away. (Please don't ask why I know this!)
70. Don't let yourself go. Personal grooming shouldn't end after marriage.
71. Let her express herself freely without fear of criticism or judgement.
72. Choose your words carefully. Remember to speak the truth in LOVE.
73. Don't criticize her in front of others. Preserve and maintain her dignity.
74. When angry, express it respectfully. Don't give her the silent treatment.
75. Care for her when she's sick. Don't act like a baby when you are sick.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Stay OFF the road!
Abby took her written test today and received her learner's permit. She will be practicing her driving skills in the near future. Stay off the road and travel at your own risk. You have been duly warned!
100 ways to love your wife- Part 2
26. Don't yell at her. Ever! Disagreements will happen. Speak firmly, but calmly.
27. Initiate romantic dates as often as possible. Don't wait for her to ask.
28. Send her "just because" flowers when she least expects them.
29. Surprise her with a gift. It doesn't have to be expensive.
30. Tell her how much you appreciate all the work she does around the house.
31. Tell her what a great mom she is. This is often a thankless job.
32. Tell her you are proud of her for who she is.
33. Give advice in a loving way. Do not be condescending.
34. Reserve some energy for her. You are not pleasant if you're tired all the time.
35. Don't expect her to do things beyond her capabilities.
36. Pray for her. Every Day!
37. Take special notice of what she has done for you and the family.
38. Brag about her to other people. Both when she is there and when she is not.
39. Be honest with her about your feelings. She'll appreciate it.
40. Honor her in front of the children. She is a queen and should be treated as such.
41. Spend time alone with the children. She's been with them all day.
42. Be her helper. More things are accomplished when presenting a united front.
43. Spend time shoulder to shoulder or cuddling. Watch a movie or whatever.
44. Learn what "makes her tick", so you can express love in ways she best understands.
45. When she's in a bad mood sometimes she just needs to vent. Listen! Just listen!
46. Take her out for ice cream. Don't remind her it will go straight to her hips.
47. Work to minimize habits that annoy her. A little consideration goes a long way!
48. Be kind and thoughtful to her relatives. They're YOUR family too.
49. Don't compare her relatives to yours in a negative way.
50. Don't expect credit for all you do for her. Do it as "unto the LORD".
27. Initiate romantic dates as often as possible. Don't wait for her to ask.
28. Send her "just because" flowers when she least expects them.
29. Surprise her with a gift. It doesn't have to be expensive.
30. Tell her how much you appreciate all the work she does around the house.
31. Tell her what a great mom she is. This is often a thankless job.
32. Tell her you are proud of her for who she is.
33. Give advice in a loving way. Do not be condescending.
34. Reserve some energy for her. You are not pleasant if you're tired all the time.
35. Don't expect her to do things beyond her capabilities.
36. Pray for her. Every Day!
37. Take special notice of what she has done for you and the family.
38. Brag about her to other people. Both when she is there and when she is not.
39. Be honest with her about your feelings. She'll appreciate it.
40. Honor her in front of the children. She is a queen and should be treated as such.
41. Spend time alone with the children. She's been with them all day.
42. Be her helper. More things are accomplished when presenting a united front.
43. Spend time shoulder to shoulder or cuddling. Watch a movie or whatever.
44. Learn what "makes her tick", so you can express love in ways she best understands.
45. When she's in a bad mood sometimes she just needs to vent. Listen! Just listen!
46. Take her out for ice cream. Don't remind her it will go straight to her hips.
47. Work to minimize habits that annoy her. A little consideration goes a long way!
48. Be kind and thoughtful to her relatives. They're YOUR family too.
49. Don't compare her relatives to yours in a negative way.
50. Don't expect credit for all you do for her. Do it as "unto the LORD".
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The ups and downs of Opening Day
It was a great day yesterday! It was full of many ups and only a few downs. For the most part the weather cooperated. It turned out a little better than expected in that respect. I had a lot of fun with Michael at the game. We made small talk while soaking in the atmosphere and everything that was going on. We enjoyed a few hot dogs and a couple of cokes while watching a good game. Many people probably wouldn't classify this as a good game as the Reds lost in a 13 inning marathon. There wasn't a lot of action as far as offense is concerned. 3 Reds hits in a 5 hour ball game is downright anemic. But there's so much more to baseball than the long ball. Defensive gems, strategy, 17 strikeouts by Reds pitchers and the pure joy of watching baseball after a long winter. The Reds didn't go home winners and they didn't send the fans away happy, but that's not really what the day is all about. There really is so much more to it than winning the ball game. It's about being there. A win is only icing on the cake.
Monday, April 1, 2013
I'm no fool!
Today is April 1st. The day that has commonly become known as April Fool's Day. I don't really know the origins of this day and frankly it doesn't really matter to me. I've never been a fan of April Fool's day or pranks in general. Especially as an elementary school teacher... this day has never been anything more than a major distraction and disruption to the school day. Believe me, I'm happy this day fell on spring break. Am I a big stick in the mud? Maybe, but I just can't wrap my mind around a day designed to play tricks on people. I like to have fun as much as the next guy, but this whole day just seems silly to me.
On another note... Today is Opening Day and I will be taking Michael to the Reds game. Some might say I'm a fool for going to a baseball game when it's freezing cold outside and there is a chance of snow flurries, but hey, I'm going no matter what the weather does. I'm looking forward to spend ing the day with my son and hopefully bringing home a winner. I know Michael doesn't live with us anymore, but I don't think it's ever too late to build memories with your kids. It's going to a great day!
On another note... Today is Opening Day and I will be taking Michael to the Reds game. Some might say I'm a fool for going to a baseball game when it's freezing cold outside and there is a chance of snow flurries, but hey, I'm going no matter what the weather does. I'm looking forward to spend ing the day with my son and hopefully bringing home a winner. I know Michael doesn't live with us anymore, but I don't think it's ever too late to build memories with your kids. It's going to a great day!
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