Friday, June 29, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
I don't feel as if I'm very good at making major life-changing decisions. I am always very curious about how other people come about making them. A neighbor family that I like a lot just announced that they will be moving to Germany for a job transfer. After I get over my initial reaction to anything like this: No! Don't leave! Stay here with me! I had many questions. "It was too good an opportunity to pass up" was the justification. Hmm. Turns out there had previously been a position in Asia, that they did pass up. A bad opportunity? I think that what it really means when someone says that is: This is what I want. There are trade-offs, but I think they will balance out for the better. I get to make a choice about this right now, and don't know if something like this will come up in the future. I think if you can say those things convincingly to yourself, then you know what to do.
So Larry's cell phone broke yesterday, and he came home from the Verizon store announcing that since his contract was up we could get three new cell phones for free. Free? Since nothing is free, I went to the store myself to see what the real deal was. And I got talked to by the cell-phone guy about buy 1 get two free but there are rebates and accesssories, and start-up charges...and I could feel my head spinnning around like a blender. Could I have anything all written down? Well, no, but the thing he stressed is that this deal is only good for this month. What about next month? Well, there will be a deal of some sort but no one knows what it will be. This one is too good to pass up. Aha!
I am going to apply for that job, I'll let you know what happens. Right now I don't know enough about it to decide whether it could be too good of an opportunity to pass up.
Monday, June 25, 2007
- NO hitting, punching, kicking, or poking your brother.
- No pretending or acting out doing any of the above things to your brother.
- No throwing ANYTHING at your brother.
- No spitting at your brother.
- No pulling his hair.
- No calling your brother names.
- No making faces, sticking out your tongue or mouthing bad names at your brother.
- No repeating annoying sounds or words loudly near your brother.
- No rubbing balloons or styrofoam together in earshot of your brother.
- No touching the volume control on his Ipod.
- No pushing the shopping cart so that it rolls and smashes into your brother.
- No cutting in front of your brother on your bike and then slowing down.
- No pointing the hose, or any other water-containing or shooting object at your brother unless he has his bathing suit on.
- No putting the cat on your brother while he's playing piano.
- No talking about disgusting things while your brother is eating to spoil his appetite.
- No hiding anything that belongs to your brother.
- No tattling on your brother.
I have the feeling that I am not done with this list. Neither is Jeff.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
My favorite things that they said today were:
Jeff: "I already know this this is going to be a great summer because you're going to
Tim: "Remember when we went on the bike ride...wait, that was today?"
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
So I drove home feeling shaken and not very useful or observant. But I did hug the minivan lady...was that enough?
Monday, June 11, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Monday, June 4, 2007
Flash forward to now and I have dragged out our bread machine, an impulse purchase from the late 90's when these were all the rage. We were out of bread and I didn't feel like going to the store, and thought I would try this thing out. Well I pull out the instruction manual (I always read instruction manuals, I just do) and lo and behold I think that they have done a DFSS project to develop the bread recipe. I just know it. Look:
The manual even makes references such as "When developing these bread machine recipes, hundreds of loaves of bread were baked..." and "Usually there are several ways to improve baking results. We recommend you make adjustments one at a time and keep track to know what changes were made to create your perfect loaf."
I can exactly envision what the House of Quality and P-Diagram would look like. (Please excuse the jargon, but I got excited)
Then, in a perfect example of all things coming together, I get a comment on my Cardamom for Life posting from Danielle (who just might be part Scandinavian) suggesting that I use cardamom in making bread. So I ran a few experiments from the matrix and have come up with a honey-wheat-cardamom bread that I think is quite good.
Mmm! Fresh homemade bread. You know you want some. So now I have another one of my great ideas. Since you want bread and I want to know who is reading my blog, I am going to have a CONTEST. I was going to have it be prediction of the signal to response curve, but since I don't want to bake that many loaves of bread, I'll simplify. I will mail (or possibly deliver) a delicious fresh-out-of-the-machine loaf of Cardamom Honey Wheat bread to a lucky winner randomly chosen from whoever leaves a comment on this posting. It could be you! Your comment can say anything, such as breadmaking tips, your opinion of the blog, or whether you think I should go back to work. If you want to be anonymous (such as if you are at work) just make up a fake name (Lynn and Alisa you could resurrect your old "bar" names) and email me with your true identity in case you win.
A couple technical notes on leaving a comment: if you are not already signed in to blogger, make sure you click on the button next to anonymous before you hit the "publish" bar. Otherwise it erases what you wrote. Also, if there are posts newer than this one, you can still put a comment here. I'll pick the winner in about a week.
Friday, June 1, 2007
So this week Jeff was selected to represent his team at the All Star Game. Probably because due to a change in the age cutoff he is one of the older kids in his division but I'm so happy that he gets a turn to shine since his first year in "coach pitch" he ended up the youngest, smallest member of a team with a super-intense winning-is-everything coach. There was crying at every game. Here's a picture of Jeff at bat.
(interesting side note: remember Matt from the schoolhouse field trip? Well here he is again, it appears that he didn't have time to go home and change, so he's wearing business clothes and a baseball cap)
Then it was on to the 6th grade band concert. This is just their second concert ever, and they too have come a long way. I just felt struck with a sense of total awe looking at these goofy gangly children all managing to play the right notes at the right times, and actual music coming out of it.
I know that these things aren't huge in the grand scheme of existence on this planet, but in the context of my teeny tiny life, they seem enourmous. Maybe because sometimes it just gets too hard to think about the big important things happening in the world, such as War, our Economy, and Lindsay Lohan.
Every day a child somewhere hoists up a bat or an instrument, and it's like a miracle, a chance to think about how life is in little ways wonderful and huge.