Sunday, August 29, 2004
Eventually I am going to have to leave Ohio... My personal license plate is taken.
I was on the road the other day and I saw this great truck. It had all kinds of special badges on it and such, a big engine and a nice shiny black paint job. I wanted to get a closer look, so I sped up to follow a little closer. Eventually I got stopped behind the truck at a red light and for the first time noticed the license plate. I had a rush of emotions. First I thought I found my new best friend, someone in life that shared my credo. Then I realized when I got my new car that I would have to find new plates. Oh well, at least its good to know that there is actually someone like me out there... WITH MY PLATES!!!
they read...
"HAHA NCH"
I was on the road the other day and I saw this great truck. It had all kinds of special badges on it and such, a big engine and a nice shiny black paint job. I wanted to get a closer look, so I sped up to follow a little closer. Eventually I got stopped behind the truck at a red light and for the first time noticed the license plate. I had a rush of emotions. First I thought I found my new best friend, someone in life that shared my credo. Then I realized when I got my new car that I would have to find new plates. Oh well, at least its good to know that there is actually someone like me out there... WITH MY PLATES!!!
they read...
"HAHA NCH"
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Today Kobe found an empty 12 pack of Mt. Dew. Despite his disappointment that it was empty, he was sucked in by Mt. Dew's extreme advertising campaign. The little wheels inside is head began to turn. He held the cardboard in his hand, slowly spinning it, as if he was looking through it. He noticed the handle that had been punched out. It looked as if he measured it with his hands. Then.... Ta Da!
"A helmet" He says. He slides that "little" head into the box and positioned it just right so his eyes lined up to the handle. He had found a new way to "Do the Dew!" By doaning a helmet he could now ride his motorcycle even faster around the house! (without pants)
Speaking of caffenie addicted, adreniline junkies... This guy showed up at our front door...
"A helmet" He says. He slides that "little" head into the box and positioned it just right so his eyes lined up to the handle. He had found a new way to "Do the Dew!" By doaning a helmet he could now ride his motorcycle even faster around the house! (without pants)
Speaking of caffenie addicted, adreniline junkies... This guy showed up at our front door...
Friday, August 06, 2004
So as it turns out... Wendy hit a blind man on Monday.
Tonight the phone rang at 10:45pm and caller ID notified us that it was North College Hill. It was the Police. Wendy answered and they asked for me.
"How can I help you officer?" I said. He proceeds to ask if I had run into any pedestrians on Monday afternoon. "Hmmm, I don't think so officer." I was extremely curious what he was getting at. "A car that fits the description of yours knocked over a blind person in North College Hill. They reported your license plate as well." He perfectly describes my car and reads off my license plate number from the report filed by the victim. "Sir, there must be some sort of mistake. I was not in that vicinity at all on Monday." The officer then gives me the magic clue. "Does your wife ever drive this vehicle?' "Yes" I quickly responded. "The driver was described as a shorter white woman." I give Wendy the eye.
Unfortunately I cannot discuss the matter any further due to the pending case.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
Sorry for nothing and then an overflow of post-y-ness...
I am up working... I hear some noises, but imagine it is nothing. An hour passes and there is more. So I go downstairs and see if the fax machine is spitting paper or something. Nothing.
So on my way back I peek in at the boys to make sure all is well. I found the culprit. Kobe is asleep... on the rug in the middle of the room. He is using his animal friends as pillows. So I lay down by him, gently rubbing his back to wake him up. He opens his very groggy eyes and looks at me. "Kobe, why are you sleeping on the floor?" I ask. He responds simply "hmmm." He hops up, tosses his friends in bed and after a kiss on the head, he is asleep again, this time in his bed.
I am up working... I hear some noises, but imagine it is nothing. An hour passes and there is more. So I go downstairs and see if the fax machine is spitting paper or something. Nothing.
So on my way back I peek in at the boys to make sure all is well. I found the culprit. Kobe is asleep... on the rug in the middle of the room. He is using his animal friends as pillows. So I lay down by him, gently rubbing his back to wake him up. He opens his very groggy eyes and looks at me. "Kobe, why are you sleeping on the floor?" I ask. He responds simply "hmmm." He hops up, tosses his friends in bed and after a kiss on the head, he is asleep again, this time in his bed.
On a better note...
Lincoln really started walking on Sunday! He doesn't just take a step and fall toward your open arms...he actually walks and even steadies himself when he starts to wobble. He still chooses to crawl when he wants to go somewhere, but it won't be long until he's completely walking.
The cutest memory of the week was Sunday morning when Kobe stood across the room with his arms open wide saying, "Come to me, Linkie." And Lincoln, giggling all the way, walked toward him. The two of them stood there hugging for a second -- it was a good moment. And a few minutes later, Kobe was walking by Lincoln right as Lincoln fell on his bottom while trying to walk, and Kobe just quickly bent and kissed him on his head, as if to encourage him to keep on trying!!!
Lincoln really started walking on Sunday! He doesn't just take a step and fall toward your open arms...he actually walks and even steadies himself when he starts to wobble. He still chooses to crawl when he wants to go somewhere, but it won't be long until he's completely walking.
The cutest memory of the week was Sunday morning when Kobe stood across the room with his arms open wide saying, "Come to me, Linkie." And Lincoln, giggling all the way, walked toward him. The two of them stood there hugging for a second -- it was a good moment. And a few minutes later, Kobe was walking by Lincoln right as Lincoln fell on his bottom while trying to walk, and Kobe just quickly bent and kissed him on his head, as if to encourage him to keep on trying!!!
Well, since we write all the embarrassing things that the boys do, I guess it is only fair that I unload my own shameful moment of the week.
In my quest for a new job, I put on my blue suit and high heels and went to an interview yesterday at a law firm downtown Cincy. You would think that interviews would be a piece of cake for someone who has to make a living speaking in front of others and convincing them to find in her favor!! But no...the minute I set foot in an interviewer's office, I leave my tongue at the door. Seriously.
I sat through the 15-minute interview (no lie! This was the most efficient interview process EVER!)...and when the whirlwind of questions was finished, I got up, grabbed my briefcase, extended my hand and attempted to exchange the farewell pleasantries. Now, there are a million different things you could say in leaving an interview, and it is soooooo important for those final parting words to leave an impression. And boy, did I pick a winner.
"Thank you for letting me come to visit."
What??? Thank you for letting me come to visit?? I sounded like I was selling encyclopedias door-to-door and a kind person had invited me in for a drink!!! Oh yes--I left an impression all right. The nice woman who was so professional that she didn't crack a smile the whole interview was actually caught off guard by my choice of words and laughed!! She laughed at me!!!
I was escorted to the elevator, and as the doors closed, I literally took my briefcase and pounded myself in the head with it. Looks like my quest for a new job will be extended yet another day.
In my quest for a new job, I put on my blue suit and high heels and went to an interview yesterday at a law firm downtown Cincy. You would think that interviews would be a piece of cake for someone who has to make a living speaking in front of others and convincing them to find in her favor!! But no...the minute I set foot in an interviewer's office, I leave my tongue at the door. Seriously.
I sat through the 15-minute interview (no lie! This was the most efficient interview process EVER!)...and when the whirlwind of questions was finished, I got up, grabbed my briefcase, extended my hand and attempted to exchange the farewell pleasantries. Now, there are a million different things you could say in leaving an interview, and it is soooooo important for those final parting words to leave an impression. And boy, did I pick a winner.
"Thank you for letting me come to visit."
What??? Thank you for letting me come to visit?? I sounded like I was selling encyclopedias door-to-door and a kind person had invited me in for a drink!!! Oh yes--I left an impression all right. The nice woman who was so professional that she didn't crack a smile the whole interview was actually caught off guard by my choice of words and laughed!! She laughed at me!!!
I was escorted to the elevator, and as the doors closed, I literally took my briefcase and pounded myself in the head with it. Looks like my quest for a new job will be extended yet another day.