Saturday, December 19, 2009
"Stop making chicken noises and put your pants back on."
"I do not know if unicorns go pooty-poot."
"That's Don Zimmer. You looked like that when you were born."
"You've probably put six dollars' worth of grape jelly in your hair this year."
"Careful with Mary or you'll drop her behind the piano and she'll have to have the baby Jesus back there like she did last year."
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Me: "You just go straight to the bathroom same as always. But no peeking down the hallway."
Noodle: "But what if Santa has to go potty?"
Me: "He always makes sure he goes potty before he leaves the North Pole."
Noodle: "What if the reindeer have to go potty?"
Me: "They wait until they're flying over the ocean so they probably won't hit anything."
(Yeah, YOU try coming up with a better answer in a snap in that kind of situation.)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Noodle did have a brush with a tough situation a few years back, with a condition that presents almost exactly like leukemia - which wasn't (can we get an "amen"?), but which was still plenty nasty and required more long hospital trips, tubes and needle-pokes than any little one should have to handle. She was dealt a lousy hand, but by no means the worst. So far there's been no need for her for a facility as advanced as MFCH, but one scary experience is more than enough to get this particular dad the rest of his life worrying about the what-ifs. There are far more harrowing stories involving kids from all over the Hudson Valley - thankfully, a great many of them have ended happily, and you've been hearing some of them on WHUD.
Having that hospital there in Westchester means sick kids in the Hudson Valley and their families don't have to add to their worries trying to negotiate New York City. MFCH doesn't even look much like a hospital...
Which is a highly reassuring first impression, both for parents and kids.
At any rate, the station is down there until Friday afternoon, the number to call to pledge is 1-888-499-KIDS, and here's the link to donate.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Behold...the d20! And a board game that goes one heck of a lot faster, not to mention helps teaching the smaller one his two-digit numbers.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Not full-blown Bear Grylls stuff, certainly not. We've got a cabin for starters, and if that works out for Noodle and Beast we'll try something more rustic in the future. Her Awesomeness has been camp-supply hunting all week, and me? I've been watching stuff like this:
It's assuring to know there are places where it's not raining.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Scattered storms = six hours of relentless torrential downpours (see today's forecast)
Isolated storms = isolated...over you
Slight chance of storms = if you leave the umbrella in the car, the skies will open up when you're a country mile from the clubhouse and knee-deep in the rough
Sunny, clear, dry = archaic terms, no longer in use
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
The second one is in memory of a brave and dedicated radio colleague of mine, Jen Coudrey - who died last week after seven years battling a rare form of cancer.
www.jenfund.org is where you want to go. I only worked with Jen for three years, and hadn't seen her in ages - but on any given day, even in her suffering, she continued to be one of those rare souls who spurred the people around them to try to live their lives in the best possible way.
And finally there's continued great work being done at Albany Medical Center, who saw my darling Noodle through more than two years of treatment for kidney disease (still in remission!). Here's their link, and you can check out the Vasculitis Foundation for more on Henoch-Schönlein purpura, the condition that triggered her kidney disease.
This concludes the earnest and serious segment of our blogging day.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I would only throw in Tiny Planets to make it complete. There's even a character named Bong, so...
Monday, June 1, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
The pre-tween set is abuzz with the rumor that the newest American Girl doll is Jewish. Officials at the Wisconsin-based company confirm that she is, indeed, a Jewish character, calling her “a lively girl from New York City,” but have embargoed her name and most other story details until May 29th.
That being today, we can say that the girl's name will be...Rebecca Rubin.
The company, started by a Wisconsin woman in 1982 and bought by Mattel in 1998 is indeed part of the entertainment-industrial complex, but I’ve found the dolls a welcome relief from the Barbie doll universe, which is dominated by dolls in makeup, clothes and heels that look more appropriate for grown-up play in the old Times Square than they do play for little girls.
And so skinny, the shiksa goddess Barbie Dolls. Ach, they must eat like birds...
Monday, May 18, 2009
"At some point in the last few decades, the American male sat down at the negotiating table with the American female and -- let us be frank -- got fleeced"
On the other hand, it's not so bad compared to the times this American male sat down at the bar with the American bartender and paid way too much for a pint and -- let us be frank -- got fleeced, by overtipping said bartender in the ridiculously mistaken belief that she thought he was cute. I much prefer the current state of affairs with Her Awesomeness, even though I may come in for the bit of unfair criticism in a stressed-out moment.
And I am going to try to resume a more regular posting regimen, but I have been laid out with a beast of a cold and allergies for nigh on three weeks. My apologies.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Los Endos - Genesis.
They like it. They really like it! Noodle is big on the keyboard-guitar interplay (and we quote: "what's that violin sounding thing, Daddy?"), and Beast's there for the drums. Daddy is a happy prog-dork this morning.
Chopstick in the ear.
No eardrum puncture, no serious or lasting damage at all, just a bit of a scratch in the ear canal to keep an eye on while it heals up. It goes into the annals of Jones famililal greatness alongside yours truly's Great Raisins-Up-The-Nose Caper of '67. And the ER at Northern Dutchess Hospital gave us a 5% discount for dealing with our copay up front, which reminded me a little of George Carlin's old "Bud's Medical Center" bit (Bud's! Where all the sick people go!). But hey, a buck-seventy-five saved.
After posting this on Facebook, I heard from two friends who had both taken their kids to the ER in younger days to deal with...tiny doll shoes lodged in the nostrils. We must have missed that trend.
Monday, April 27, 2009
The self-described stay-at-home mom isn't usually up at 1:44 a.m., but her 7-year-old son, Conor, lost a tooth and wasn't feeling well early Sunday.
"My little boy, Conor, asked for water and it happened just as I went to get it," the 40-year-old said. "It was almost scripted."
Through the windows of her home, which were open because of the warm weather, she and her husband, Michael, heard a screeching noise and a loud thud from nearby Route 9G.
"I yelled and said I was calling 911," Michael Behan, 39, said.
Whatever these kids sell at their next school fundraiser, karma dictates you buy something, y'know?
Secondary kudos to the husband for realizing the pretending-to-be-asleep gambit favored by layabout dads worldwide is not in play in the event of a car crash outside your front door.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Ripple - Grateful Dead
Swamp - Talking Heads
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Either it's anxiety or she's working out some "Lord of the Flies"-for-girls scenario, where she and an army of ponies and princesses attempt to form a society. We'll see.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Protip for moisturizer marketers: skip the 50-dollar-a-tube metrosexual stuff and come up with lotions for men that smell like motor oil, sawdust or tobacco and maybe you'll have something.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
This new Maytag...hmm. Too many horizontal surfaces, and the tines aren't long enough to place a coffee mug so that it'll tilt like it did in the Kenmore.
Shall I do the non-guy thing and actually read the manual?
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
True Love Travels on a Gravel Road.
And the blog from which that comes is just SICK. It's being added to my Tuneage links as we speak.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Your author has firsthand experience, having taken a surprise ambulance ride to Saint Francis a couple years back after fainting at work and smacking my face but good against a doorjamb on my way down. When I came to it looked like all I had was a split lip and broken eyeglasses, but the good people at Saint Francis scanned me nine ways from Sunday just to be sure. They found nothing, which is precisely what my wife expected (baDUMbump / here all week / try the veal).
On the other hand, many years ago I lost a very dear co-worker under similar strange circumstances. He also fainted at work, was sent to the hospital, then sent home...and a few hours later died in his sleep at the age of 24. I do not recall all the details or whether scanning technology was in use locally at the time that might have saved him, but suffice to say that between these two deaths and my own experience the lesson is well and truly sunk in.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
I'm much yummier than an old lady.
Girl's got a point, one must admit.
She, however, can stop herself before pouring Ovaltine into the coffee machine.
Noodle had herself a midnight hurl last night, and so she has a day with the Memere and the Pepere to be pampered and spoiled and otherwise coddled. The girl is just shy of four feet tall at age five and a half, and the charts say...well, just look for the black dot.
For those who didn't click to enlarge, she's still 97th percentile for height. And 99th percentile for wisenheimery.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
...okay, Her Awesomeness is out of bed and giving me That Look. So much for my theory. Another fine mess created by yours truly.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Here, have yourself a song you might never have heard before.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Yours truly does not have a John Mayer-sized budget for a weekend blowout - and that's not milady's style anyway.
What's a guy to do?
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Power outage. I'm running off a generator now, and so must be brief in case this outage runs all night.
Say hi to a new addition to my "useful links" section, a friend of mine of long standing: Wire, Fabric, Beads. Nothing like getting to the point with the name of your blog.
Monday, February 9, 2009
In all likelihood the little brat was talking out her ear, but it was 9-1-1 call time, just to be sure. Talked to a pleasant DC Sheriff's deputy who explained to us that although the tone of the call was threatening, nothing in the content per se was threatening, which is logical enough but does nothing to satisfy the urge to pitch said knuckleheads into a filth-encrusted dungeon where they will put the lotion in the basket or get the hose again.
So it's *57 to initiate a trace, followed by a call to the annoyance-call bureau, who have left for the day. Which is a bit of an annoyance.
As if we don't have enough mishegoss to deal with. But at least I've figured out how to handle Valentine's Day even though Her Awesomeness and I will be too tired and broke to have a romantic night out. We're going to do what you're about to do: watch the last couple minutes of City Lights and sob a little:
Friday, February 6, 2009
(I've left out the offending store's name...for now...to see how they respond.)
First of all, the store’s great. Good fruits and veggies front-and-center first thing in the door, and that’s important to a dad like me. Also important are the clean bathrooms, because my kids are 5 and 3 and thus don’t need much to go wrong to start pitching a fit about the sanitary condition of a public toilet. Good job there. Also, you’re the only large store in the area carrying proper bacon and not just the usual Mega-Strips-O-Fat that shrink to the size of a band-aid when cooked. My kids love saying “hi” to the lobsters, too. (They don’t know where those lobsters are headed, but that’s a discussion for another day.) And finally, thanks to your architects for designing the store so that the child-carrier carts can be kept out of the elements. The imbeciles at the Wal-Mart across the river think a snowbank is the best place to park the kiddy-carts, because that way with one good ice storm they’ll be held securely in place until Memorial Day. You’re miles ahead of Wal-Mart in every aspect except when it comes to freak-watching. Listening to a grown woman with a jailhouse calf tattoo of Eminem explain to her boyfriend “and this here’s the aisle I was in LAST time I got kicked out of Wal-Mart” does have a certain amount of entertainment value.
My one beef, one with which I have had repeat experience? The pace of the employees responding to customer-service assistance calls to our bottle-return window. To call their response time “glacial” would mean we could call home all those scientists who’ve been criss-crossing Greenland warning us about global warming, because that ice wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.
Yesterday’s experience was typical: I carry my bags of neatly separated and cleaned cans and bottles into the store, and see that the glass-bottle redemption machine is out of order and that you’re accepting a maximum of 40 cans through the window. Fair enough – but having served notice of that, would it not behoove you to have somebody available at that window once in a while? Before the light bulb on the customer-service call button burns out from people frustratedly pushing it, and then the geniuses in Albany make you replace it with a compact fluorescent call-button light bulb that’ll cost you more than whatever you’re saving by not sending people to the bottle window more often? Knowing the store’s history of leisurely response time to the call button, I pressed it first thing and arranged my glass bottles in a neat rectangle so as to make the job of counting the bottles a simple multiplication task the likes of which my three-year-old will master before your store sends somebody to the bottle window.
Who are we kidding here? He’ll be in grad school by then. He’ll be married himself and bringing his own cans and bottles back. He’ll be in line behind me; I’ll glance at his returnables and tell him how I so fondly remember the days when I could afford good beer like his, until a certain pair of children came along, and wouldn’t it be nice if they called more often, hint hint?
Ten minutes and 112 cans and plastic bottles later, nobody had arrived to redeem my bottles. I pressed the button again and dutifully waited five minutes. Several customers entered and exited the store, briefly glancing my way and thinking to themselves…”Chump”…”Sucker”… “What a sap.”
After five minutes I went to the customer service window to inquire about assistance, and the very pleasant lady at the counter explained that all available staff were occupied bagging groceries, because 1:30 in the afternoon on a sunny Thursday is well-known as an insanely busy time for grocery shoppers. Just look at those lines out there – why, there’s at least five people checking out! The joint’s jumping! And never you mind that woman with the (store's name here) name tag outside having a smoke break.
And back to the bottle window I go.
I wait five more minutes, press the button again, wait five more minutes, have a quick chat with my wife to see if there’s anything she needs at the store, she reads me the entire Wall Street Journal over the phone, I wait five more minutes, pr—
No. I don’t think so. No more. And I shout it to the heavens: “I AM NOBODY’S PATSY!” From inside my minivan. Mustn’t cause a scene, you know.
Episodes like what I’ve just described have happened repeatedly to me at your store, over many months. Come ON. This is stupid what you’re doing, perhaps under somebody’s mistaken impression that it’ll somehow look good on the bottom line. It’s so colossally stupid that I can only think it must be a directive from corporate, because people in this community at the local level would never institute such a foolish policy on purpose, right?
Look, it’s just one. little. thing. But it would make a tremendous difference to a guy who’s on one heck of a tight schedule and watching every penny besides. It would make a tremendous difference to all those other people who I see waiting at the window with their own returnables. Seems to me that in this economy they need that buck-thirty back even more than I did. And I’d think it would make at least a small positive difference to your company as well, what with me having that crucial half hour back in my life, during which I would be drinking a bottle of the cheap beer I would ordinarily buy from your store but which I don’t buy from your store because it takes forever and a day to bring back the bottles.
Seems like a win-win to me. You make more money, I get more peace of mind. And I promise to bring back clean bottles and not the nasty schmutzed-up ones full of cigarette butts like the Wal-Mart shoppers do.
We shall see what transpires.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
I don't want to speculate about the circumstances in this case - it suffices to say it'll send you flying down to the store for doorknob safety covers, especially if you've got kids with the wandering bug.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
Anyway, it's Phil's birthday. Beast and I will drum-duet with our chopsticks tonight in tribute.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
(shakes head) After-school yoga...just amazing. Childhood in Northern Dutchess has come a long way since "c'mon son, let's go shoot rats at the town dump."
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Please tell me more, earthlings.
Friday, January 16, 2009
But I'm NOT home.
It's Route 9. I can always make good time there... (/sarcasm)
4-1-1. It's what 555-1212 used to be.
Oh, hell. I'm a-s-a-p-ing it home, okay? Love you. Bye!
Half day at school today, see, and our best-laid plans to have Noodle spend the afternoon at her old nursery school and give me a hair of the ever-elusive Free Time were scotched when she wound up on the usual bus that takes her home instead of (as we requested) the bus that goes to her nursery school.
Worked out just fine in the end, though. Mrs. H down the street covered for us, and with her two daughters combined with my daughter there was a grand convergence of little-girl squealery from which it was difficult to extricate Noodle. Turns out both our homes are pretty much identical - and so if one of us gets the notion to upgrade the other finds themselves with plenty of spare parts!
I was looking forward to that nap, though.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Me: "We could do breakfast for dinner."
Her: "But we did breakfast for dinner at the diner on
Me: "True, but that was pancakes and waffles, so tonight we could
do bacon and eggs. And bacon."
Me: "Did I mention bacon?"
Every so often that mass of tissue between my ears still works. I think it's something to do with the bacon motivating it.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Digest this - if you can:
As The Early Show Saturday Edition's "Chef on a Shoestring," Freitag sought to take a traditional, three-course spaghetti dinner and give it a little twist any family would love - on our new, lower, recession-busting budget of $35. And, we introduced another challenge to our "Shoestring" chefs. We're calling it "How Low Can You Go?" The chef who prepares the least-costly meal will be back at the end of the year to create our big, blowout holiday feast!And seriously, beets? Wife and I would love that, really...but you don't just spring beets on a five-year-old and a three-year-old and expect them to house it down like they're Vikings just home from six months at sea. Advance work must be done to prepare young palates.
Beet Salad with Crushed Pistachios & Soft Goat Cheese
Lamb Ragu with Rigatoni and Fresh Ricotta
Greek Yogurt with Blood Oranges, Honey & Mint
But the story has sparked an interest in me, in finding other examples of major-media tone-deafness to family issues. Do jump in and help sprinkle CBS et al. with lots of schadenfreudey goodness!
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
We may re-visit it in the future, but mid-winter mid-week late-afternoon schleps to Kingston are not cutting it in anybody's long term schedule for now. The Red Hook schools have some great after-school programs for kids on down to kindergarten, and Noodle's in one of those now. Either yoga or cooking, I forget which. At this hour you could tell me she signed up for a class in arms smuggling and I'd give you 20 seconds on how cool it is she's taking an interest in international relations (and would sail through those confirmation hearings today).
Monday, January 12, 2009
So there was that, and also converting this weekend's snowfall from driveway-blocking menace into mighty fortress to defend against any neighborhood yoots come to seek my wife's renowned banana bread.
Next up, an afternoon trip to the eye doctor's to help Noodle pick out a new set of eyeglasses. And doesn't this drag up old memories of my own trips to the opthalmologist where I'd be given the choice of the black Buddy Holly model or the brown Buddy Holly model - until Elvis Costello showed up and made those glasses cool. Obviously my having stumbled upon something in vogue was completely unacceptable to the parental powers that be of the day, and so those glasses were replaced by the kind you'd see on a doughy 45-year-old watching Da Bears over at the Swerski's. Yeah, great.
The same mistake is not being made twice with Noodle.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
But the day's young and it's still schmutzy outside, and no telling what'll happen this evening.
(plug) Unless you've got WHUD on, of course. Live and local, baby. (/plug)
One parting word of advice: don't go letting your elderly or heart-conditional neighbors and relations try shoveling this stuff. It's crusty, unpleasant and heavy. Get the neighborhood teenagers off their butts and let them earn a buck or twenty, while you play with the Wii for a change.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Everybody else is up at home snuggled asleep in their beds. The generator's gassed up and ready to go, so that ought to guarantee we won't need it...right?
I've done all the futzing around on Facebook that can sanely be done for now, had my dinner, and it's right about now how much I realize that the traveling businessman's life would not have been a good career choice. Nor would traveling rock star be much use, as very little would stand between me and some mournful Segeroid self-indulgence on the travails of life on the road.
Ugh, that forecast looks nasty. 4-8" for the snow, but it's the half-inch ice garnish that worries me most. The lawn's still full of half-buried sticks and branches from the 12/12 ice storm, Noodle's got an afternoon dance rehearsal which is supposed to end just before the snow-schmutzing begins. And after the ice we don't see 32 for at least week. Joy.
Last storm, the radio station was able to get me put up at a nearby hotel, but I missed the heck out of everybody up north. They in turn missed the heck out of having electricity and heat.
Which reminds me that I have to hook up the generator and get it ready to go.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Brain scans have proved that a small number of couples can respond with as much passion after 20 years as most people exhibit only in the first flush of love.Is it me or do the first and second paragraphs contradict each other? If it's only a small number of couples who are this lucky, then isn't the conventional view pretty much intact?
The findings overturn the conventional view that love and sexual desire peak at the start of a relationship and then decline as the years pass.
Would dearly like to see their findings cross-referenced with how much sleep these folks get. Her Awesomeness and I can be as oh-lord-get-a-room affectionate as anybody, but not after a week of little ones waking up at 1:30 in the morning with gastric issues.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Note what it looks like on the plate. Folded like the Mets in September:
And you're supposed to fit food into this taco...how? Yes, the tacos were all of the same general shape, and this wasn't the first time it had happened. Clipping coupons, waiting for them to go on sale...for this. Yeah, great. Maybe if I had an equine syringe I could have managed to get some guacamole or refried beans in there, but that's about all. Noodle in particular was PO'd in the way that only a tired five-year-old girl in full Princess mode can be.
The ManTM may have won this round, but I haven't written a nice juicy nastygram in quite some time. I'm due.
(takes itty-bitty batting donut off his pen, cracks knuckles, gets busy)
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
Do the Berenstain Bears ever have a normal, uneventful day where there's no drama, no chaos, nobody getting whiny over stupid pointless idiocies my three-year-old wouldn't whine about?
We have (a partial list)
The Berenstain Bears Get in a Fight
The Berenstain Bears Forget Their Manners
The Berenstain Bears No Girls Allowed
The Berenstain Bears and Too Much Birthday
The Berenstain Bears Get Stage Fright
The Berenstain Bears and the Trouble with Pets
The Berenstain Bears Don't Pollute (Anymore)
The Berenstain Bears and Too Much Pressure
The Berenstain Bears and the Bully
The Berenstain Bears and the Green-Eyed Monster
The Berenstain Bears and Too Much Teasing
The Berenstain Bears and the Blame Game
I never paid the Bears much mind growing up, but holy cow. Who knew there was all that dysfunction? Maybe I'll pitch them this:
The Berenstain Bears Get A Visit From Child Protective Services
I mean, it fits their mood, doesn't it?
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Op-ed columnist Lenore Skenazy writes it. Essential stuff if you've had the creeping suspicion that the nation's been increasingly crawling with panicky busybodies who demand the authority to call the shots on what's safe for your child.
I'd write more now, but bedtime calls. Go have a look.
Now then, about this snow yesterday. Not enough and too fluffy for proper snowman-making...but when the right day comes along, you want your idea-starters handy.