Posts Tagged ‘television’

It’s been a hard day’s night

Posted 23 May 2006 — by chad
Category Livejournal Import, Uncategorized

Finally, after multiple flus, sicknesses, diseases, hospital visits, parental visits, a birthday and a holiday, I have finally found time to sit down and think, and to actually compose a post.

To all those I owe an email, I promise it’s coming. I know it’s been a while, but all I can say about that is: sorry! With everything that’s been going on email has been last (more so than usual) on my priority list.

Everyone is healthy now, and we’re actually home, and no one is panicking and no one is visiting. So, I have time to post!

After two weeks of rain we were finally able to mow the grass! The front yard went pretty quickly, but the back yard, oh man!!! The last time I mowed I didn’t do the back yard, because it’s fenced in and no one sees it. Then it rained for two weeks. The grass was up to my knees, and getting worse! I learned three very important lessons from this experience:

1) If the grass is this long, use a weedeater first to make it shorter.
2) Wait for the mower blade to stop turning before putting your hand under the mower to clean it out.
3) If at all possible, pay someone else to take care of your lawn.

Now that all my TV shows are wrapping up their seasons, I will finally have time to do other, more important, more wholesome things. Things like watch Baby Ziggie wrestle the dog, see how many peaches I can eat before I get sick, how many servers I can build from old computers, and which will happen first: I email everyone promptly or hell forming a hockey team.

We shall see!

My mom came to visit a few weeks ago. The trip was originally to see her grandson (and if she saw me, all the better). Instead, she ended up playing caretaker to a sick grand baby, a sick daughter in law, and a frantic son. It had fallen to me to take care of the sickos.

Sunday marked my 26th year on this planet. Frightening. Even more frightening is I haven’t done anything with it. When I was young, I wanted to be an astronaut teacher (you know, teach on the moon). When I was a teenager I wanted to be a youth pastor, for there was no higher calling. In college, I stumbled into the computer world where I’ve been trying to make sense of the world ever since. C’est la vie.

One thing about getting older is that I don’t feel as much like a kid. I know what you’re thinking: how blatantly duh can he get with this statement, but seriously hear me out. In dealing with business customers, bosses, and fellow co-workers in my previous job (the one I got at 21) I always felt like a kid. I felt like everyone thought of me as a kid and looked down on me as one (and in a way they did). Even at 25, I felt that way. Now, I started this job as a 25 year old and everyone treats me like an adult. They don’t look at me as the kid they hired. Maybe I’m just rambling and should be told to shut up.

Time for me to brag about my son. He is now 2 years old (plus 4 months). The last time he was at the doctor for a checkup we found out he is in the 50th percentile for height — for 4 year olds!! He’s 3’2 and 33 lbs. Physically, the kid can do anything. His favorite phrase is “I do it” and he takes it all to task. There are a few things I won’t let him do even though he wants to (pouring his milk and driving the car for example), and there are loads of things he can do.

Plus, his vocabulary is expanding every day. Every time I come home from work he is spouting off (incessently) whatever new word(s) he learned that day. He can count to three, and he recognizes yellow, red, purple, and white (sometimes blue). He knows a few of the letters of the alphabet (the rest are all ‘K’) and is taking steps towards potty training.

And the entire time, the only thing I’m thinking: “I used to hold you in the palm of my hand…”

I think that’s enough of an update for now.

Johari? What Johari you talking about?

Posted 18 Apr 2006 — by chad
Category Livejournal Import, Uncategorized

So…I finally caved: For everyone who ever posted one of these and I didn’t do it, go ahead and send me the link. Bugger.

I’ve had the flu for the past week and a half. Or I’m calling it the flu. In actuality: a sinus infection, ear infection, and spring cold combined with my allergies to give me the week and a half from hell I’ve been going through. It’s easier to say the flu. I finally kicked the infections and my allergies have died down. Now I just have to kick this cold. Ack, I just realized I forgot my meds last night (I may not be done after all)

So both Mrs. Ziggie and I agree that we don’t want to see her pregnant again. Not that it was a horrible experience, but we finally got her body sorted out so we’re not at the ER every other week and we’re not sure what a pregnancy would do to the delicate balance that is her. So…we’re looking into the foster program, with the goal of eventually adopting. Umm…hun, if this was supposed to be a secret, oops! Pssst…just in case all 5 readers of this: don’t tell!

I woke up this morning, looked in the mirror and almost had a heart attack. No reason, just my face at 6 in the morning probably shouldn’t be the first thing I see.

I’ve lost 15 lbs since I started my “I’m not trying to lose it, but I’ll pay attention to my weight now” diet. Getting sick twice in the past month has helped this process. Oh, and I finally kicked the Mtn. Dew habit. By not dreaking that I’ve found that I’ve been sick ever since. Maybe it was a bad time to quit. But overall I feel like I have more energy. At least I was sick through the withdrawal symptoms (or because of? hard to tell).

Tax time is over, which means my sister can have a life again. I’m trying to convince her to come out and see her adorable nephew.

I’m very burned out on most of the TV shows I (sadly) currently watch. All of them (with a couple exceptions) are stuck in the routine they seem to have that gets them from point A to point B then circles back to point A and after an entire season you’re right back where you started again and what was the point? Simpsons and 24 seem to be the only exceptions. Oh, and that new show Unan1mous (I love the 1 in the title making it sound like U-nan-one-mous) is pretty interesting, but it’s still the first season so no one actually knows the rules yet. It definitely has the potential to get old quickly. Maybe this is a sign I should watch less television?

Easter was a bust for us. All three of us lay around the house sick wishing we were better so we could go be with family. My MIL just had a baby and we couldn’t go see the family, and my grandma had a party at her house that we had to skip. There was lots to do and not one of us was healthy enough to go do it. I’m tired of being a hermit.

I miss college. Well, ok, not the classes. Come to think of it though, I didn’t spend much time in those to start with. But I miss the comradarie I had with my friends at the time. It was before (if you go about mid-way through anyway) I had committed a few of my last major screw ups (not bad, since leaving college I’ve only had three major screw ups in 4 years….). And life made sense then. No, we didn’t have it all figured out, but we understood our little world. Now I’m not sure what we understand anymore..or who is even trying to understand it with me.

I’ve been doing some soul searching lately. I know it’s around here somewhere, I just have to look a little harder and it’s bound to turn up (ha ha ha ha ha). I’ve wondererd, am I really happy? I mean, I love my family, I love my job, I love….most things, but how restless am I lately? Part of me wants to pick up and go. I’m tired of paying bills and putting my family first. I just want to relax, to not worry about things, to let things go and know when I come back to life again everything will be where I left it. Like college. ~sigh~

In other news, my socks don’t match. Ah well.