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04 May Channelling mommy...Elliott complained about his slightly runny nose this morning as I dropped him off at daycare. I took him out of the car and did what any dad does in my situation; used the bottom of my t-shirt and wiped the snot off.
E (looked at me funny): "Daddy, you use your shirt for the nose?"
Me: "Yeah, sorry buddy, that's all I got right now." E: "That's very dirty!"
Me: "...eh..."
E: "You should use a tissue..."
In my very limited sample size, my favorite kid age is generally between 18 months and 2 years old. They start to understand the things you say to them and they have a small, but creatively-utilized, set of vocabulary to express their thoughts. You get strange, unexpected gems like, "nose broke" (a nosebleed) and "waffle sauce" (syrup).
I've come to realize though, that the strange stuff continues, its just in slightly more sophisticated connections and associations the kids make and learn... 04 February 25 Things You Might Not Know about me(x-posted from Facebook)
23 December Back in the saddle...Dear Blog,
Sorry for the lack of entries lately. Since my dad passed away seems like my blogging Muse has been on bereavement leave. Nevertheless, life is like a box of chocolates and even as our dad-chocolates fall out of the box...the box keeps on going? (OK not my best metaphor, but cut me some slack. it's been a while...)
I came back to Washington having to catch up on my PROG120 homework assignments as well as facing my manager I wouldn't have had to face had the Zune team been sufficiently fooled by my practised imitation of a software tester (I've never tested software before)
At Microsoft (probably like most companies) depending on how long you've been in your job, you need to either ask permission or at least notify your manager that you want to interview in another group. I sought said permission and did not get the job, so we were left in the awkward spot of Oliver's manager now thinking, "Great. I have to deal with this schmuck who wants out" and me dealing with a smidgeon of, "Great. I'm back in the crummy spot I was trying to leave."
There's always a silver lining though and in this case, his low opinion of me not withstanding, my manager decided to find me a spot in our team where I can do some work I'm into, learn some nifty testing skills and contribute in a meaningful way to our team. So, like it's always been with me, now that I'm on the brink, I gotta step up and overdeliver for the rest of the year (our fiscal year ends in June). At this point, I'm not quite put out to pasture and I still like my chances of making a fan out of him yet (Though it will likely include a helping or two of Adderall, periodically-elevated blood pressure be damned)
Plus, there are still lots of reasons to be positive. I finished my PROG120 class (with an 'A'; holla!). K & I went to the do some refinancing paperwork today and Colby started walking in the last couple of weeks. He toddles like a drunk/zombie/4-legged-animal-walking-on-hind legs, but he's getting there. The boys do something nearly every day that surprises me or makes me laugh. And I've been trying to honor my dad by starting to try and do some of the work he wanted to spend his retirement years doing, i.e. uplifting others, making the world a better place...
Still, in quiet and random moments, I've found myself crying over strange things or feeling a void that my parents aren't out somewhere doing something or around to pick up the phone if I called. I wanted to write a Christmas letter this year (I started doing that last year) but whenever I thought about sitting down and cranking it out, I just couldn't summon a happy place in me to put sincerely joyful holiday wishes down on paper (or monitor). Doesn't mean that I don't love Christmas or I don't want everyone to have a merry Christmas; I guess I just feel a little awkward putting it out there...
Still, I do wish everyone a Merry X-mas. Stay warm and safe and I hope your holidays are filled with laughter and happiness.
K, Elliott & Mochi in the snow. The apple box that Elliott is sitting in, was his sled. We upgraded it by tying a jump rope to the front of it so we could drag it around, but our neighbor still felt so sorry for us they lent us their (actual) sled.
Coco-bean (as his nickname has turned out to be) bundled up.
Me & my pops from back in the day.
The boys making faces.
Also, I've clued into a couple of kind of awesome bands from playlists on Zune pass.
Rodrigo y Gabriela, acoustic guitars played with just relentless energy. I like the album version of this song more than this one b/c the album has a mic up close to Gabriela's guitar, so when she's banging out the rhthyms, it's a lot louder...
Fleet Foxes, representing the 206! The video is creepy (I hate puppets and clowns), but the harmonies and melodies are lovely.
19 November Lessons learned......from the funeral experience. You might call it a funeral post-mortem (haha, little gallows-humor there for you nerdy types)
Thus far it's been hard to muster much gusto for the day-to-day business of home-life. Elliott's running a little bit of a fever, I've put regular Adderall-usage on hiatus and extended feelers out for a database engineer job over at Zune. I didn't get the tester position I originally applied for over there, but I'm not devastated. I did as much as I could to prepare and give the best nterview I could, but it just wasn't in the cards for me this time. No big deal.
In the spirit of continuing to masquerade as a blog having some marginal life-utility, in no particular order, I have these thoughts on the week that was (last week):
1. When you're trying to organize a funeral, lots of people will offer to help ("if there is anything I can do...") If I could go back into time, I would've taken-up on more on peoples' offers to help. Maybe not even funeral-specific stuff, but even stuff like watching the kids for a few hours now and again would've been tremendously helpful.
2. It's probably smart to make someone the central point of contact to coordinate and organize all the efforts; a person to manage other people who order flowers, order death certificates, talk to banks/state about probate issues, organize the program and get copies printed, manage photo collages and prints for the proceedings, talk to pastors, get the word out to the right invitees, handle travel-stuff for family/friends, etc...
3. Between doing stuff, talking to people and generally being physically/spiritually/emotionally spent, it's a good idea to write everything down and verify it back to people you're talking to. My sister and I both got the locale of my dad's viewing wrong and a lot of his close friends never made it.
4. Before you die, if you expect to handle the funeral expenses yourself (and you really should, unless you are a colossal douche) make sure that the funds are readily available to the person(s) who are in charge. My sis and I always thought things were set but while he was alive, it was never comfortable asking/talking my dad about his funeral and we ended up having to jump through a lot more hoops than anticipated to get things paid for.
5. For the euology-writing, if you're having a Christian funeral, apparently there's no need to worry about this since the minister crafts the end-to-end memorial service (according to Karen) If you're having a pagan-style funeral, a few tips that I found useful:
6. When I'm emotionally-stressed, I have a trigger-happy anger/lash-out reflex and I would guess most other folks do too. It's helpful to de-stress when you can and consciously try to be extra patient and calm and even-keeled when you know this stuff is going on. 7. Invite a friend or two of your own. It was oddly comforting to have Hoon & Mimi in attendance because even though they live in MD now, it felt like part of my extended Seattle life/family/existence was there supporting me. 30 October Adderall after all...It's been nearly 24 hours now since I took the 1st of 2 blue pills (Adderalls. Actually, Matrix-metaphorically they would probably be the red pill) and here are my impressions:
Pro's
Con's
I'm not sure what % of the perceived pro's and con's are just placebo effect. For right now, it's not a slam-dunk for me one way or the other, i.e. it's an easy call to keep taking it or not take it anymore. I took 2 yesterday and it was too much. As such, I'm refraining today and I'll have another one tommorrow AM, as per my doctor's actual instructions (1 week take 1, next week take 2, week after that try 3, all the while monitoring BP and stopping if it gets too high) I'll play the guinea pig just a while longer...=)
28 October Under (blood) pressureFor a fistful of reasons, I need to lower my blood pressure. Mundane remedies (diet, exercise) aside, googling the internets turned up interesting counter-measures I'm going to try:
On the surface of it, the combination of the last two options seem like a trainwreck waiting to happen. I've been to exactly one yoga class in my life. At that time the combination of trying to do the stretches, not fart myself while resisting my forever-11 giggle reflex at other people's farts was too much for me. But I was young and immature 4 years ago and I'm totally ready this time...but if one happens to slip past the goalie, woe to the poor yoga-stretcher behind me...
I needed to be mindful of my blood pressure anyways, but this whole thing re-surfaced when I (after much internal hemming and hawing) decided to see a therapist about what I've long-suspected about myself; that I'm on the low-attention side of the ADD/non-ADD spectrum. I've always had problems focusing on details.
For example, I recently ordered my gramma a down comforter and a duvet. Except the 1st time I ordered the wrong comforter, so I cancelled and reordered both items. My 2nd pass at it, I got the shipping address wrong and I had it shipped to my house. So I did it a 3rd time, this time w/ the right comforter and the right billing address. Except, upon closer inspection, the sheet set I ordered never included a duvet...
And, at work, I've always had problems focusing except on the rare occasion I get something truly interesting to workon, or experiment with. I can't read anything for more than 4 or 5 minutes at a stretch before my mind starts to wander. If it's something I'm not interested in, it's probably closer to 2-3 minutes.
The good doctor explained to me that what we term "ADD" today is really a bit of a misnomer; there's nothing "wrong" per-se with people who have ADD. She explained that in more savage-times, certain cavemen of the tribe were better suited mentally to be the watchmen (b/c they didn't focus on one aspect of their surroundings, rather constantly scanning the entire landscape) while others were the ones who organized and analyzed the tribe's movements and hunts, etc. I, it would seem, am from watch-cavemen stock...
Anyways, the medication I'll be taking is Adderall. Since it's a stimulant, high blood pressure is a poor starting condition. I'll report back in a week or two to fill you guys in on what, if any, effects it has on my work-life efficiency...
13 October Letters homeDear Elliott & Colby,
I miss you both very much right now while I'm in Maryland with your Grandpa. I am writing this blog entry to let the two of you know that, at the risk of sounding immodest, daddy has set a CRAZY-HIGH BAR for good-son-ness. Should the, dare I say, catastrophic circumstance of daddy's incapacitation arise, all of the following fall into the category of "Been there, done that:"
Love, Daddy.
In some other Md-related current events, I went over to All Around Tech today to check up on the progress of my dad's home theater system. Mike from All Around was super-nice and, with great enthusiasm, showed me around his shop as well as my dad's system (this is just the cabinet without the speakers or TV): Images like these make me wonder why there isn't some sort of male-targetted marketing equivalent of those ubiquitous diamond engagement ring commercials (with this type of hardware) Something where it's Christmas, and the wife covers the husband's eyes and steers him into a room with something like this to surprise him. The lighting softens, the children jump up and down in ecstatic joy, Christmas-y music plays. Chokes me up just thinking about it... Speaking of technology, Uncle Chien bought this for my dad from Resonant Light (if you click on the link, check out the price) You're supposed to put your feet on the two paddles on the right which are connected to wires that then connect into the console unit. I'm not completely clear on the science; the general idea is that they zap electricity into one's body to kill cancer cells. There are also handles you can grip instead of putting your feet onto these paddles or you can just detach the wires and connect them directly into the bolts on your neck. Seriously, I'm no theologian, but I'm more or less positive there's an extra-hot space in Hell reserved for people who take advantage of the emotionally vulnerable state of the sick and their loved ones with mean gimmicks... |
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