Friday, March 28, 2008
So, things aren't so much bleak as mysterious. I can't see the future, and that is just as well. The Social Security issues are finally turning into a positive (unable to explain right now, but it is). I am meeting with a state agency next week, and there can be some positive things happening from that...I think.
UofH women lost to Texas A&M at the NCAA. Boooooo! Kid1 had a nice trip with beautiful weather (73° F, maybe typical SoCal and AZ Spring temps, but quite nice to Kid1 after the usual northern winter). I followed Kid1's progress from Bâton Rouge the other day (Delta 9814) on Google Earth, and it was neat to watch. But it is still reassuring to see the term 'HAS LANDED'. Parental units are happier when the wheels are down on the runway.
She is one tired kid, and she will come home next weekend, and a feast will occur. Steak of course, she loves that. I have finally figured out how to make a proper cheese sauce for the steak house potatoes with sour cream, butter and 3 kinds of cheese. I should probably lose weight, but not at this meal!
Kid2 mentioned that he is probably going to a state University, and I expect that he will accept their offer next week. It will be very strange when both kids are not at home. We have done so much as a family, but you can't stop the from growing. I hope that we let them continue to grow and learn more and more without parental angst. We hope.
But when the kids are gone, we still have our recently adopted new 'kids', Linus and Rigby. Knuckleheads, actually. I gave a treat to R yesterday, and turned the faucet to a trickle and he spent better than an hour there on the sink. Am I a good daddy or what?
Saturday, March 22, 2008
They went to a Cajun restaurant, but she didn't dine on such specialties as alligator and frog's legs like some others did. I suggested that she try some crawfish/crayfish (seems to be spelled either way), don't be put off by the colloquial term 'mud bug'. Sweeter than shrimp....Tipoff for the Hawks in about 10 minutes, ESPN2, so we can watch. Go Kid1 and go Hawks. In that order.
***UPDATE 4:51 PM***
Hartford Hawks defeat Syracuse Orange 59-55 !!!
Thursday, March 20, 2008
We always hoped that our children would be involved with good activities. Kid1 is not a party girl, instead she is involved with the college TV station, the yearbook as an editor and the pep band. Heck, the band will take a tour of New Orleans tomorrow. She will have a blast, no doubt.
Her parents were in the loop as she called twice from the plane (before takeoff) and upon arrival in LA. I requested and she to talk. I asked before and she found out the flight # of her charter (DAL9814). With this, what do you think airhead-55 did today? You knew it, he followed her progress on a flight tracker and Google Earth. I enjoy flying, but like most parents you get a bit antsy about the flight. Naturally. Her charter was on Delta (I flew them to Cincinnati a couple of years ago - excellent service with the wheelchair). It was fun for me, tedious for others, watching that little plane, DAL9814. An acquired taste, I'll agree...
Let's hope for the best for our team. ESPN2 on Saturday. Kid1 will miss Easter with us, but will be home for next weekend. Again, Go Hawks!
Sunday, March 16, 2008
It's that time of year again, where green predominates. Although my last name is French, my heritage is a majority Irish, with plenty of Scot for good measure: one of my grandmothers was O'Hanlon and the other Robertson. What county? I don't know. And of course the lovely Patti has ample Irish (and Scot) in her bloodlines.
So everybody is Irish on the 17'th. Including our young'uns. To be sure, I don't have lots of green in my wardrobe these days. But it seems fitting to show our Kid1 and Kid2 in earlier days, fully decked out for St. Patrick's holiday. Nice that then they made these holiday hats out of green paper during school hours. Considering that this is a religious holiday in Ireland, I wouldn't be surprised if these days the PC police might have something to say about school crafts like this.
But cute they were. Corned beef tomorrow, potatoes, parsnips, carrots, cabbage. I can live with that! Happy St. Patrick's day, all!
PS: In the interest of full disclosure, the post title was lifted from the 1950 Bugs Bunny What's Up Doc. Really.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
As noted, Linda sees it, a wishing star as that is what comes to mind whenever we think of making a wish. And what to wish for ought to be easy…if we are not sidetracked by the obvious choices of, say jobs in my case, or material things. Sure, I need income, and some things are needed, such as a new gas furnace.
However, why wish for a furnace?
The obvious best wishes should be for our Kid1 and Kid2. And it is. Both will be in college in the fall, so we will see them less often. But confident we are in their futures as they grow to face life’s challenge. We feel that we have given them the values needed for them to thrive, but wishing them the best we continue to do. Like Snow White said:
“When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true”
1. Think about what it is that you want more than anything, what your heart's desire and fondest wish is, and what it is that you would wish for if you were to see the above wishing star flame across the night sky.
2. Right click and SAVE the blank graphic ------>
3. Use a graphics program of your choice and place your wish on this picture:
4. Post the Make A Wish Meme and your wishing star on your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag as many people as you like so that there can be wishing stars all across the Blogosphere and ask them to please link back to Linda.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Tomorrow I am meeting with a contact Patti has made in her journalistic endeavors. This is a non-profit that should do well as "...job placement services...individuals with disabilities...to secure competitive employment". That remains to be seen, but this may lead to new, really better opportunities. I hope, that is.
That said, as the lovely Patti has said, at least we have the cats to use as an opportunity to escape. I offer the petit tigre Linus, the king of the jungle, in his mind anyhow. What he hunts for in his personal potted jungle remains a mystery to me. Is he looking for trouble? Is he this decade's well hyped Rumble in the Jungle? As they say, stay tuned...
Thursday, March 6, 2008
Remembering my formative 1960's earlier years in Bayside, Queens, I remember watching that cartoon on our almost always broken down, honey blonde DuMont TV, black & white of course, on Channel 5 or 9 or 11. It is, of course, the theme song from
Felix the Cat:
“Jabba the cat
The wonderful, wonderful cat
Whenever he gets in a fix
He reaches into his bag of tricks….”
If such a song is not music to your ears, how about poetry?
There once was a feline named Jabba the Cat
Who slept when he wanted, and that was that
Big with brawn, Orange and white
Skrtich him twice, he’d purr through the night
Nothing like kitty cats to get the creative juices flowing! Thanks for the inspiration Odat
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
The financials are tighter than before. The downside in your mind is how long will the savings last. Yet, if your mind doesn’t wander, you realize that the tax refunds will pay the mortgage for another month. I’m not a fan of the so-called stimulus package, yet that rebate (in May) covers another month of mortgage. So the point is, you have to stay positive….there is no downside without upside, something like that. How philosophical! (Although not as deep as your average philosopher like, say, Plato).
Like Lynn says, breathe in…breathe out.
I took Kid2 to visit the U-of-Hartford on Monday. I was speaking with him and Kid1, and mentioned to both that I would like to advertise myself as a contractor. Perhaps as an inventory expert or something. And my flyer/brochure/situation wanted sign would say among other things that you should ‘contract with the best’ and ‘don’t hire a mistake’. For the latter, Kid1 said ‘I love it’! I hadn’t thought about saying that before I said it…Well, there is still hope… I still have the capacity to think. I have more brain than brawn someone once told me.