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Tuesday, July 31st, 2007If you're new here, you may want to subscribe via
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Listen what I have on the TIVO tonight:
House M.D.
The Spelling Bee
Dateline
20/20
On the Lot
Greek (Wife likes that one, NOT me: I play guitar while she watches that college brat crap.)
Anyway . . . am I stoked or what on the list? That is a lot of TV ether before bedtime!!!
I found this pic from a couple years ago when we went to Hard Rock Cafe at Universal City Walk, Hollywood. I have some awesome pictures of Paul McCartney’s bass and some other cool junk. Maybe someday I’ll post them. I like that people use Flickr, it makes a great collection for the public. As for what I use? Ever since I went with Gallery2 on my webhost, I haven’t missed Flickr a bit. If you go over 200 photos on Flicker it takes the overage set hostage and gives you an annoying warning every time to log in and upgrade your account.
I found a couple cool new blog feeds tonight. I’m going to read them for a bit before I recommend them here though. Marcia commented on my “death to digg” post this morning, but other than that I’ve had scant feedback through email. I came on pretty strong, I wonder what kind of backlash I’ll get, if any.
Well, wifal unit is going to state line (between Nevada and California) tomorrow morning with 6 of her girl friends. It’s about 3 hours North of us. I’ll be here with the girls since Brandon is still at Summer Camp. Every day they post pics on the camp blog up there so we’ve been seeing him getting tanner and laughing with new people. What a thrill for a 9 year old. I didn’t go to camp until I was 13.
Thursday I’m getting my preliminary physical for the vasectomy. Better love these babies I have now. Once they grow up, that’s it for the Damester! Trust me, it’s OKAY!!!
So what are my plans until I go back to work on the 8th? Well, for starters TIVO duhhhhhhhhhhh! he he. No seriously, also, I want to wash my Jeep and get the oil changed, and get all my clothes hung up and pressed for the work on the 8th. My wife and I are hoping one night before we pick up sonny boy on Saturday we can leave the girls with her mom and go out! My idea is one of those Italian places where the waitress pours oil and vinegar on a plate and you sop it up with bread.
We drank for the first time in like 2 years the other night, it was fun. The headache in the morning sucked though! Anyway, maybe we’ll have a bottle of wine at the Italian place. It’s been a GREAT summer break post summer school and I feel rejuvenated to teach a new class of fourth graders in just over a week. Ok, gotta go . . . I warned ya this was a journal entry! Expect those in and out of here from now on. Thanks to all who’ve read my hyper-occurring posts this Summer! Now, must make way for some microwave nachos and soda, and . . . the shows! (Can you hear the 20th Century Fox theme playing???)
One of the hardest parts of being a dad is putting my baby girl to bed. She’s 2.5 and very active at night and when bedtime rolls around, she wants no part of it. She has this quirky fear of sitting on her bottom in the bath. She either likes to stand and play or get on her knees. Maybe she’s afraid she’ll drown? I dunno. Anyway, I was trying to get her to sit tonight and she would not do it. When it was time to get out, I held up the towel and said: “Okay, it’s almost night night.” She yelled “no” and FINALLY SAT, as if you say: “I’ll do anything, please - no night night.” After I got her out of the bath and got her all cozy in her PJ’s, she started running away from me when I uttered “night night.”






