Archive for July, 2004

Death to Mousy…

 

Our kitchen has been invaded by the furry four legged  vagabonds and I have to say they are crafty little bastards. They managed to evade most of our attempts at capture, and we have had to up the anty. Greed would appear to be their ultimate undoing, unable to rely on their instincts to avoid just-one-more-bite of peanut butter. Remorsefully, we have been moderately successful.

I actually have quite a bit of respect for these animals ability to avoid danger and even death. Surely a dog does not have these kind of survival skills. But a dog is not climbing over my silver wear, and thus does not need them.

2022 World Cup here we come.

 

If the amount and power of our little baby’s kicks are any indication, we are going to have one hell of a soccer player on our hands.  According to the ultrasound it is going to the Women’s World cup!

 

We found out a few weeks ago that we are probably having a girl, which is incredible.  I can already picture daddy’s little girl having me completely wrapped around her little finger. I can also picture daddy’s little girl turning fifteen and starting to date. Geessh. Such a scary thought.

 

Luckily, I’ll have a good fifteen years to scare her to death about boys. Heh.

Row Row Row Your Boat…..

 

So Kat an I almost had a near sinking experience with a paddle boat.  We were in Mystic, CT with some friends and we decided to spend some time in the water.  Kat and I decided to take out a little paddle boat because it had shade and would be low impact on my mother-to-be.

 

We were cruisin’ around the bay and realized that when we stopped peddling that water would start pouring in by the crank.  It didn’t seem like to big of a problem until we turned around and started heading against the current, wind and waves.  A few waves lapped up over and poured into the front of the boat,  apparent that we were going to have a big problem. The added water added enough weight so that we couldn’t keep the front end out of the water enough to keep more water from coming in. To make matters worse we were in the shipping lane, where all the big boats  go to get out to sea.

 

Kat jumped into the back seat of the boat, to keep the front end up, but couldn’t help peddle. By this time I was trying to peddle the boat back to shore, and peddle through the water at my feet.  We finally got closer to shore and I just couldn’t do it.  Kat jumped back up front and we peddled our asses off.

 

We hit shore just as the front of the boat was going under water.

 

Johnny Depp eat your heart out.

Arrrr.

A few things have happened since that last time I posted.  A big event was my wife’s family from the Czech Republic coming to visit us and the United States for the first time.

 

It is always interesting to see how someones perceptions of a place changes when they experience the reality. Understandbly when Hollywood has painted a more or less urban jungle picture, and the truth in politics doesn’t add any savory flavors, that you would have a different idea of the U.S.  What they found was that there are more trees than people here and that my home town in northern Vermont is about the same size (if not smaller) than their home town in central Czech. Probably our eating habits and eating etiquette were the biggest differences. They found out quick that if you are too polite you might just go hungry

 

I have started contributing to a by-the-designer for-the-designer stock photography agency called istockphoto. The sites tagline  is “the designers dirty little secret”.  It is. Long live cheap art. 

 

The paradigm has shifted in our lives as it does most people about ready to have or have had children. The bar you used to be a social epicenter and now it is the barbecue. Which entails beer, tiki torches, and anything that can be speared, grilled and eaten. The barbecue is something that I grew up with, a family of families tradition. And though it is familiar as when I was eight, I have can’t help but feel that transition, and I like it.

 

Subconsciously I have been doing things at our barbecue’s that are reminiscent of barbecues dead and gone.  As  I was installing what I am fondly calling my ”Redneck Outdoor Dart Board” my mother reminded me that back in the day we used to have an outdoor dartboard too. Hmm. I guess I remember but I was really too busy jumping off the roof of the underground house that we lived in to take note.