Showing posts with label Insanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Insanity. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2008

Maddie Moments


Maddie is changing by the minute. Any given "Maddie Moment" will never come again, so we'd better all pay attention.

She's putting words together into better and better sentences, like:

"Thangoo, Daddy"

And

"Jakie barkin', Jakie eh noisy!"

For entertainment she likes reading books, watching movies, and playing with her blocks and her Styrofoam doll clothing.

"Fishie Moomie" (Finding Nemo) is her current darling, the "Doggie Moomie" (101 Dalmatians) having fallen slightly out of favor.

She also likes to imitate anything that Zach does. She follows him around and mimics his every move. It's especially cute when she mimics him doing yoga on the Wii. This of course annoys him to no end.

Like any real girl, she loves chocolate, anytime, anywhere. She doesn't just enjoy it, she imbibes it like breathing in the scent of fine incense. She goes into another world and doesn't come back until it's time to say:

"Moire chockate peesh, Mommy"

She is very conscious of how she looks, she loves to put on beads, hats, sunglasses, and shoes. She has become quite adept at walking across the floor (and even up stairs) in Heather's shoes.

She is also deep into the terrible two's, perfecting frustration fits and throwing tantrums like a pitching machine. She knows what she wants and she's not afraid to let us all know, for as long as it takes for us to get the point. Plus five minutes.

This is all part of growing up, she's learning how to handle different situations and pushing the limits of her new found abilities, both mental and physical.

She's very tall too, right up at the top of the charts. She uses all that height to climb everything in sight, spider-monkey-like. No fear. None. Zero.

Our jobs are simple, really...we just try to roll with it and enjoy each Maddie Moment before it's gone.

Monday, March 3, 2008

A Bunch Of Nuts And A Bolt


I never thought I'd grow up to be a coffee drinker. But then again, I am a lot of things I never thought I'd be. It usually takes me about two giant cups of coffee to get through a typical day now. If it's really bad, I might need three, but then the jitters set in and I become volatile, like a nervous squirrel handling nitro glycerin.

I have come to like really good coffee, the kind that I can't get here at work. Back before I was a coffee drinker I got some 100% Kona and even back then I knew it was good stuff. Now I drink the local industrial kitchenette variety, rough and tumble with a finish like licking a rusty fender. But I guess I shouldn't complain, it's hot and carries the requisite load of caffeine I require.

Coffee is a funny thing, isn't it? We take some beans, dry them out and roast them and grind them up and run hot water through them. Then we drink the resulting brown liquid. Who ever dreamed that up? Did they try it first with a range of really nasty and sometimes fatally poisonous beans and seeds, only to decide by default that only coffee did the trick? I'm sure the coffee plant has been bred by humans to be more tolerable over the years, the early, natural varieties were undoubtedly harsher and more primitive. So it must have been one wicked-tired adventurer that first dreamed up that brewing process. I'm sure the rest of the tribe looked at him like he was out of his mind. I'm not so sure he wasn't.

But crazy or not, thanks dude!