Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Happy Halloween 2K12
Callum was a BAT and Maira was a chicken. Callum, Maira, and Amanda drove me to school at 7 this morning, which means that Callum has been in his costume since...well....7 this morning...
First, while I was at school, brother and sister played BUSY AIRPORT (a Richard Scary game) together....
We were crowded as usual....though maybe not as much as last year. The hilight (and maybe the weirdest thing to ever happen to us here) was a deadbeat mom shows up WAYYY after trick or treating was clearly over. She had her four bratty (through no fault of their own...poor kids!) kids and one of them starts screaming how he has to go to the bathroom. So he basically just runs into our house and finds the bathroom on his own. The mom just stands there in a daze...she doesnt care or whatever. The rest of the kids are standing in our breezeway and eye our bushel of apples and they just start taking apples out and eating them...Callum and Maira are just standing there in their PJs like "what the heck is going on here?" Then the other kids just come on into the house and start running around our house and I catch one of them in our living room jumping on the recliner. UM, PLEASE GET OUT OF HERE AND DONT DO THAT I say...MAYBE YOUR MOM WANTS YOU TO WAIT OUTSIDE, I say. Mom doesnt give two craps. Then she goes in (finally) to help her son...the kid has been in there for like ten minutes doing Who-knows-what....the other kids start infiltrating our house and Amanda and I are just standing there absolutely incredulous. We end up "parenting" these little brats while the deadbeat mom is in the bathroom. Then the OTHER three kids all line up and THEY have to go to the bathroom. I was trying to do the loving, Christian thing....but I was THIS CLOSE to just saying ya know what? We are not a hotel. Go someplace else. If I were the mom, I would have been all apologetic #likeallthetime and feeling bad. Not this deadbeat.. Just in a daze and letting her kids run all over the place. And, oh yeah, all the while, some fat deadbeat dude with his belly hanging out (presumably the father...but probably the guy the mom is doing this week) is just standing out in our driveway texting constantly. I am so pissed at myself, in retrospect, for not giving it to this guy saying "hey buddy...I think the mom could use some help parenting these goons in here." So mad I didnt say that. I was in shock, to tell the truth. Weirdest 22 minutes of my year. By far. Okay. Here are my kids....
An old favorite...getting some mileage out of this costume! She TOTALLY wanted to be this!!!
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
What did you do during "Frankenstorm Sandy??"
Well, the first thing we did was not panic, because most weather people are just stupid turds who couldnt get any other job, so they decided to forecast the weather in ugly suits. But then after we didnt panic, we wrote some songs on the keyboard.....Callum can now play the theme from Elmo's WOrld AND he can play jingle bells. He does it all with one hand though #thatswhatshesaid
Also, we dressed in silly clothes....Maira was wearing this pair of "tights" under her "dress," and she kept laughing hysterically at how high she could pull them up....she had the pulled up all the way to her chest....I tried to get a pic of that, but she had taken them down a bit by the time I got the camera....
Then, after playing with funny pants, we put on the dress and made some funny faces for the camera again....look at all those teeth!!!
Today we had no school (no idea why) and yesterday, while I was at school, Amanda and Callum baked a confetti cake while Maira napped. According to Amanda, Callum pretty much baked this whole thing himself: He mixed it, added egg, added water, CRACKED the eggs, stirred it all up, guided it into the oven, frosted it (help with that part) and sprinkled all the Halloween jimmies and decorations on it.....it was a great dessert last night!!!
I started making some applesauce last night too. We have over two bushels of dropped apples that we got at the apple farm for basically three bucks per bushel.....we hope to get a few more this week (I am sure lots of apples fell with all this wind). Apple sauce if fun to make....but it is time consuming to stir constantly. But we got a new peeler from QVC #whereelse? that works amazingly!! We hope to can a couple of dozen quarts!
And while I did this, Amanda put the finishing touches on Callum's Halloween costume: He is going to be a BAT. NOT BATMAN, as he tells everyone within earshot....but a regular bat....like the bird. Amanda is doing a great and creative job creating his costume....
Sunday, October 28, 2012
"Frankenstorm"
Part of keeping this blog is so that, in years to come, we can all look back as a family and see what we did and how we did it. Also, I suppose, there is a bit of history in the annals of this blog, so, therefore, I decided to cut and paste a bit for this post. Callum and Maira: You guys are 4 adn 1.5, respectively, and, in about 12 years, I want you to look back at this very post when your cute little teacher asks you to write about the "big storm of 2012." Also, I am curious to see just HOW WRONG (or, I fear, 'remarkably right') they were the prediction of this storm. The idiot who coined the term "Frankenstorm" needs to be punched repeatedly in his lower lip; in the story of FRANKENSTEIN, 'Frankenstein' was the DOCTOR who created the monster....everyone always thinks Frankenstein is the monster. Wrong. The monster HAD no name....that was why he was so sad and depressed--he had no identity....so, as I wrote as my Facebook status this morning, the moron meteorologist should check his facts and then go back to his cushy job where he can be wrong every single day and never get in trouble for it.....
At any rate, here is the "synopsis" of this "storm of the century," as pulled off the AP wire....
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WASHINGTON (AP) — The storm that is threatening 60 million Americans in the eastern third of the nation in just a couple of days with high winds, drenching rains, extreme tides, flooding and probably snow is much more than just an ordinary weather system. It’s a freakish and unprecedented monster.
At any rate, here is the "synopsis" of this "storm of the century," as pulled off the AP wire....
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WASHINGTON (AP) — The storm that is threatening 60 million Americans in the eastern third of the nation in just a couple of days with high winds, drenching rains, extreme tides, flooding and probably snow is much more than just an ordinary weather system. It’s a freakish and unprecedented monster.
How did it get that way?
Start with Sandy, an ordinary late summer hurricane from the tropics, moving north up the East Coast. Bring in a high pressure ridge of air centered around Greenland that blocks the hurricane’s normal out-to-sea path and steers it west toward land.
Add a wintry cold front moving in from the west that helps pull Sandy inland and mix in a blast of Arctic air from the north for one big collision. Add a full moon and its usual effect, driving high tides. Factor in immense waves commonly thrashed up by a huge hurricane plus massive gale-force winds.
Do all that and you get a stitched-together weather monster expected to unleash its power over 800 miles, with predictions in some areas of 12 inches of rain, 2 feet of snow and sustained 40- to 50 mph winds.
‘‘The total is greater than the sum of the individual parts’’ said Louis Uccellini, the environmental prediction chief of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration meteorologists. ‘‘That is exactly what’s going on here.’’
This storm is so dangerous and so unusual because it is coming at the tail end of hurricane season and beginning of winter storm season, ‘‘so it’s kind of taking something from both — part hurricane, part nor'easter, all trouble,’’ Jeff Masters, director of the private service Weather Underground, said Saturday.
With Sandy expected to lose tropical characteristics, NOAA is putting up high wind watches and warnings that aren’t hurricane or tropical for coastal areas north of North Carolina, causing some television meteorologists to complain that it is all too confusing. Nor is it merely a coastal issue anyway. Craig Fugate of the Federal Emergency Management Agency told reporters Saturday: ‘‘This is not a coastal threat alone. This is a very large area. This is going to be well inland.’’
Uccellini, who estimated that 60 million people will feel the storm’s wrath somehow, said: ‘‘This storm as it grows and moves back to the coast on Monday and Tuesday, the circulation of this storm will extend all the way from the Midwest, the Ohio Valley, toward the Carolinas up into New England and southern Canada. It’s really going to be an expansive storm system.’’
It’s a topsy-turvy storm, too. The far northern areas of the East, around Maine, should get much warmer weather as the storm hits, practically shirt-sleeve weather for early November, Masters and Uccellini said. Around the Mason-Dixon line, look for much cooler temperatures. West Virginia and even as far south as North Carolina could see snow. Lots of it.
It is what NOAA forecaster Jim Cisco meant Thursday when he called it ‘‘Frankenstorm’’ in a forecast, an allusion to Mary Shelley’s gothic creature of synthesized elements.
Cisco and others have called this storm unprecedented. Uccellini, who has written histories about winter storms, said the closest analogs are the 1991 Perfect Storm that struck northern New England and a November 1950 storm. But this is likely to be stronger and bigger than the Perfect Storm; it will strike farther south, and affect far more people.
In fact, the location among those with the highest odds for gale-force winds in the country’s most populous place: New York City. New York has nearly a 2-in-3 chance of gale force winds by Tuesday afternoon.
One of the major components in the ferocity of the storm is that it is swinging inland — anywhere from Delaware to New York, but most likely southern New Jersey — almost a due west turn, which is unusual, Uccellini said. So the worst of the storm surge could be north, not south, of landfall. And that gets right to New York City and its vulnerable subways, which are under increasing risk of flooding, he said.
‘‘There is a potential for a huge mess in New York if this storm surge forecast is right,’’ Masters said.
Add to that the hundreds of miles of waves and the overall intensity of this storm, Uccellini said in an interview, and ‘‘we are in the middle of a very serious situation.’’
Forecasters are far more worried about inland flooding from storm surge than they are about winds.
There are several measures for hurricanes. And one NOAA research tool that measures the intensity of hurricane overall kinetic energy forecasts a 5.2 for Sandy’s waves and storm surge damage potential. That’s on a scale of 0 to 6, putting it up with historic storms, such as Katrina. It rates a much smaller number for wind.Continued...
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Spaghetti Suppers
with the Winslow Cross Country team= some of Callum's favorite events in life. One of the booster club parents hosts a team dinner each Thursday or Friday evening (depending on if the meet is on a Friday or Saturday). I try to get to all the ones I can....and, of course, I cannot get to every single one. This past Friday, as we prepared for Eastern Maine Regional Championships, we went over to Chris (the other coach)'s house and she treated us to some homemade mac and cheese, garlic bread, and chicken alfredo. It was heaven!
The team dinners are fantastic because you get to socialize with the kids OFF the trails and OFF the roads....you can talk about normal, non-running things....and, best of all, no one smells or drips with sweat....
Our season is winding down, with the state championships this Saturday in Belfast. Our workouts have been tough, I think, this season--usually, this is how a normal week goes (because some folks have asked)
MONDAY: Long run day....about 6-8 miles
TUESDAY: Tempo run day (a tempo run is a shorter run performed at a harder race-like pace) ....about 5 miles max
WEDNESDAY: Hill intervals (or, towards the end of the season, like now, when we are running on flatter courses, about 7-8 half mile repeats at race pace)
THURSDAY: Quarter-mile repeats (about 8) run at FASTER than race pace, in order to work on turning feet over quickly
FRIDAY: Strideouts....light jog....lots of stretching....sometimes I lead the team in yoga
It has been a long and great season....think of this: We started on August 14th!The ending of the season is bittersweet...but I know I will enjoy the time and I can start focusing on my own winter races!!!
This is what Callum wore to the supper last Friday-----he was a "reindeer cowboy"
Watching the film about Steve Prefontaine's life....if you dont know who he is, look him up....
Erica was Callum's horse at the FIRST spaghetti supper....way back in August.....and here they are again #reunited
The team dinners are fantastic because you get to socialize with the kids OFF the trails and OFF the roads....you can talk about normal, non-running things....and, best of all, no one smells or drips with sweat....
Our season is winding down, with the state championships this Saturday in Belfast. Our workouts have been tough, I think, this season--usually, this is how a normal week goes (because some folks have asked)
MONDAY: Long run day....about 6-8 miles
TUESDAY: Tempo run day (a tempo run is a shorter run performed at a harder race-like pace) ....about 5 miles max
WEDNESDAY: Hill intervals (or, towards the end of the season, like now, when we are running on flatter courses, about 7-8 half mile repeats at race pace)
THURSDAY: Quarter-mile repeats (about 8) run at FASTER than race pace, in order to work on turning feet over quickly
FRIDAY: Strideouts....light jog....lots of stretching....sometimes I lead the team in yoga
It has been a long and great season....think of this: We started on August 14th!The ending of the season is bittersweet...but I know I will enjoy the time and I can start focusing on my own winter races!!!
This is what Callum wore to the supper last Friday-----he was a "reindeer cowboy"
Watching the film about Steve Prefontaine's life....if you dont know who he is, look him up....
Erica was Callum's horse at the FIRST spaghetti supper....way back in August.....and here they are again #reunited
Sunday, October 21, 2012
A Rainy Rainy Rainy Rainy Rainy Fall....
But a really nice (kind of) day today....but still so damn hot. I mean, I should not have worn shorts, a polo tshirt, and Tevas to church today...but I did. Very (almost) humid outside. And yucky. And wet. I need to mow the lawn probably two more times. But I could not today. Yesterday we had the Eastern Maine Regional XC championships, and both teams qualified for the state championships next weekend in Belfast! This is the second year in a row while I have been coaching that the boys made it....and the girls, who did not make it last year, qualified as a team. Very exciting. Our boys got fourth place in the meet overall.
Today after church we went to Agway to check out prices on some cultivators and hand tillers for the garden...and, naturally, Callum and Maira used some of their money to buy "animals." Callum bought a small pig and a small fox....and Maira got a horse which she named......wait for it......wait for it........Ashley.
Then we headed down the street to B&F Farm Stand and bought some gourds and mini pumpkins for the window boxes on the breezeway...and the kids picked out another big pumpkin to carve. Before heading home, we stopped over at Chris Bertoloccini (the other XC coach) house, since she has tons of trees in her yard, and she has been "vacuuming" up leaves with her special mower. She has about two dozen bags of leaves, so we took some, thinking I would use them as mulch for the garden, compost additions, and, of course, Scarecrow "meat." Callum and I hung out outside and built a pretty neat UNH Rugby Scarecrow.....and we messed around in the garden for bit, digging and tilling and getting it ready for winter, etc.
Maira played with the pumpkins, and she did one of her favorite things of late--singing a version of RingAroundtheRosy as she runs around the little oak tree we have in the front....
Watched the Pats (kind of) win a game against the Jets, ran five miles, iced and heated my shoulder, hung out laundry to dry, made a bean soup, and now, at 920, I think I might go read for a bit...I have been in a huge reading slump lately...everything I read seems to suck. Hopefully that will change.
And tomorrow is Monday and everything will start again.
UNH Rugby Practice Jersey Canoeist Scarecrow!!!!
What if the HOkey Pokey really IS what it's all about.....?
Today after church we went to Agway to check out prices on some cultivators and hand tillers for the garden...and, naturally, Callum and Maira used some of their money to buy "animals." Callum bought a small pig and a small fox....and Maira got a horse which she named......wait for it......wait for it........Ashley.
Then we headed down the street to B&F Farm Stand and bought some gourds and mini pumpkins for the window boxes on the breezeway...and the kids picked out another big pumpkin to carve. Before heading home, we stopped over at Chris Bertoloccini (the other XC coach) house, since she has tons of trees in her yard, and she has been "vacuuming" up leaves with her special mower. She has about two dozen bags of leaves, so we took some, thinking I would use them as mulch for the garden, compost additions, and, of course, Scarecrow "meat." Callum and I hung out outside and built a pretty neat UNH Rugby Scarecrow.....and we messed around in the garden for bit, digging and tilling and getting it ready for winter, etc.
Maira played with the pumpkins, and she did one of her favorite things of late--singing a version of RingAroundtheRosy as she runs around the little oak tree we have in the front....
Watched the Pats (kind of) win a game against the Jets, ran five miles, iced and heated my shoulder, hung out laundry to dry, made a bean soup, and now, at 920, I think I might go read for a bit...I have been in a huge reading slump lately...everything I read seems to suck. Hopefully that will change.
And tomorrow is Monday and everything will start again.
UNH Rugby Practice Jersey Canoeist Scarecrow!!!!
What if the HOkey Pokey really IS what it's all about.....?
Friday, October 19, 2012
Mixed Messages?
Yesterday on NPR I was listening to really interesting public affairs program entitled "The Shared Economy;" basically it was all about these new and upcoming business that thrive on, essentially, people being generous and open and willing to share with complete strangers. For example, there is a company where you can post your car/vehicle on the web site and put out there that you are willing to give anyone a ride...your phone app lets you know when there is one of these "registered" vehicles in the area, and you basically hail them like you would a cab. Or, there is a company where people can post their homes on line in different countries so that if you are a college student, for example, doing that cliche backpack across Europe thing, you can have your phone app alert you about some people's houses in the area who are willing to let you "crash" on their couch or guest bed for a NOMINAL fee--cheaper than any hostel or hotel etc...
It was very interesting stuff, and I love the philosophy behind it
And then, as I began pondering this, I began to think of the mixed messages that (and I dont want to stereotype here, but they are many times....) "progressives" are sending us. On one hand, these "progressively minded" folks want to preach the importance of diversity, multiculturalism, appreciation for all the differences out there, etc etc etc.....they often times love using the phrase "global village" to reinforce how indeed "small" the world is, and how it is perfectly feasible for a guy in central Maine to make arrangements in Cologne, France to stay for a week on someone's couch and eat for free and travel around the city in someone else's car, etc. In other words, a very worldly view....
Yet, on the other hand, these are the very same folks who extol the virtues of 'staying put' in your place at home and not using expensive fossil fuels to travel--they are huge proponents of bicycle commuting, for example. And, most significantly, they are coiners of the term "locavore," thus encouraging people to stay put, NOT travel, NOT embrace the diversity around them, and, at once, support stuff right down the street from them, eat locally grown produce, and shop at 'Main Street" 'mom and pop' stores that sell the same old 'vanilla' American merchandise....
Which one is it?
Do you see the mixed message here?
All I know is that I
a. Love food of all types, no matter where it comes from
b. love riding my bike anywhere I can because I dislike cars--they are a necessarily evil
c. have NOOOOO plans, whatsoever, to EVER travel to France
so I think I am all set for now.....
It was very interesting stuff, and I love the philosophy behind it
And then, as I began pondering this, I began to think of the mixed messages that (and I dont want to stereotype here, but they are many times....) "progressives" are sending us. On one hand, these "progressively minded" folks want to preach the importance of diversity, multiculturalism, appreciation for all the differences out there, etc etc etc.....they often times love using the phrase "global village" to reinforce how indeed "small" the world is, and how it is perfectly feasible for a guy in central Maine to make arrangements in Cologne, France to stay for a week on someone's couch and eat for free and travel around the city in someone else's car, etc. In other words, a very worldly view....
Yet, on the other hand, these are the very same folks who extol the virtues of 'staying put' in your place at home and not using expensive fossil fuels to travel--they are huge proponents of bicycle commuting, for example. And, most significantly, they are coiners of the term "locavore," thus encouraging people to stay put, NOT travel, NOT embrace the diversity around them, and, at once, support stuff right down the street from them, eat locally grown produce, and shop at 'Main Street" 'mom and pop' stores that sell the same old 'vanilla' American merchandise....
Which one is it?
Do you see the mixed message here?
All I know is that I
a. Love food of all types, no matter where it comes from
b. love riding my bike anywhere I can because I dislike cars--they are a necessarily evil
c. have NOOOOO plans, whatsoever, to EVER travel to France
so I think I am all set for now.....
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Founding Fathers (KVAC Edition)
Jawn is home from Reno for a few weeks, and he and the guys were good enough to come up for a Maine visit; it was hard for me to get down to Mass (as it always is in the fall) because I coach and this past Saturday we had our KVAC championship meet. The guys came up on Friday and went to the race on Saturday. Some hilights:
1. Maineley Brews on Friday evening (the guys got in about 8 or so), after hanging out in the garage enjoying icebeers and looking at our Easton Junior High School yearbooks from 1991
2. Breaking a glass at Maineley's.....and having no idea how it hyappened....
3. Falling down my stairs after slipping on a Chicago Bears fleece vest...thus causing a mild separation in my left shoulder
4. A cold and windy race on Saturday...at the Cony course....and they guys show up with John, resplendant in his camo poncho (with facepaint). Also, Jay had his "mullet hat" while he gave a motivational speech to the boys (it must have been good, cuz the boys team got 2nd overall). John also had a bullhorn, even....
5. The runners were so excited to have a visit from the FoundingFathers that they made signs to welcome them (as seen from the pic)
6. Spending good, quality time with Clauss, everyone's favorite Halloween friend. Jay found Clauss on the side of the road (?)
7. Saturday, after a LONG meet, eating at Cancun, having a beer at YouKnowWHose Pub, seeing real life Ghostbusters, and then making fun of them
8. Looking through old photo boxes (real pictures, even!) from high school....making fun of ourselves and others....and interluding with some good Tim and Eric videos
9. Breakfast (obviously) on Sunday at the Flatlanda before they headed back.
I have never had a bad time with these guys. Ever.
1. Maineley Brews on Friday evening (the guys got in about 8 or so), after hanging out in the garage enjoying icebeers and looking at our Easton Junior High School yearbooks from 1991
2. Breaking a glass at Maineley's.....and having no idea how it hyappened....
3. Falling down my stairs after slipping on a Chicago Bears fleece vest...thus causing a mild separation in my left shoulder
4. A cold and windy race on Saturday...at the Cony course....and they guys show up with John, resplendant in his camo poncho (with facepaint). Also, Jay had his "mullet hat" while he gave a motivational speech to the boys (it must have been good, cuz the boys team got 2nd overall). John also had a bullhorn, even....
5. The runners were so excited to have a visit from the FoundingFathers that they made signs to welcome them (as seen from the pic)
6. Spending good, quality time with Clauss, everyone's favorite Halloween friend. Jay found Clauss on the side of the road (?)
7. Saturday, after a LONG meet, eating at Cancun, having a beer at YouKnowWHose Pub, seeing real life Ghostbusters, and then making fun of them
8. Looking through old photo boxes (real pictures, even!) from high school....making fun of ourselves and others....and interluding with some good Tim and Eric videos
9. Breakfast (obviously) on Sunday at the Flatlanda before they headed back.
I have never had a bad time with these guys. Ever.
Monday, October 15, 2012
I just spent
a good 25 minutes sitting, at my keyboard, with a pound of frozen corn on my shoulder, writing and scratching our lyrics to a song....
I am trying to get back into writing more music. This is something that, since having kids, has largely been absent from my life, and it is something that is definitely needed for my own emotional salvation.
I think that perhaps there is no one more underrated in the world than the lyric writer; I would argue that each one of us has a canon of at least ten songs that we identify with so deeply that, in many ways, though they were not written for us (in fact, they were written by someone who doesnt even know we exist) we hold onto them as if they were fallen icicles, almost-- so richly beautiful, yet fragile, and we need to hold them in our hand, but one false move or shift and they break or fall away.
Icicles dont exist for us, and neither do songs. They exist for someone else. They were made by someone else. And we steal them. And, in many cases, ruin them. Destroy them, even, with our meaningless drama and bullcrap.. I guess that is what I am trying to say here....
Maybe I will write a song about icicles. Just kidding.
Kind of.
We owe so much to lyric writers who have done things like, literally, saved us or enlivened our lives or helped us create and remember moments we cherish forever. I think of the greatest lyric and songwriters in the world: Sting, Adam Duritz, Tom Waits, James Taylor, John Mayer (yes, JOHN MAYER....amazing writer) and I am just floored that someone can be so in touch with the human condition.
I can only hope to do this with my lyrics. And I can only hope that someone finds them, like a fallen icicle.
Oh....and the frozen corn....yeah, so I fell down my stairs on Friday night and have mildy torn something in my shoulder (without going into specifics). I ice it like every 20 minutes for the rest of my life....
I am trying to get back into writing more music. This is something that, since having kids, has largely been absent from my life, and it is something that is definitely needed for my own emotional salvation.
I think that perhaps there is no one more underrated in the world than the lyric writer; I would argue that each one of us has a canon of at least ten songs that we identify with so deeply that, in many ways, though they were not written for us (in fact, they were written by someone who doesnt even know we exist) we hold onto them as if they were fallen icicles, almost-- so richly beautiful, yet fragile, and we need to hold them in our hand, but one false move or shift and they break or fall away.
Icicles dont exist for us, and neither do songs. They exist for someone else. They were made by someone else. And we steal them. And, in many cases, ruin them. Destroy them, even, with our meaningless drama and bullcrap.. I guess that is what I am trying to say here....
Maybe I will write a song about icicles. Just kidding.
Kind of.
We owe so much to lyric writers who have done things like, literally, saved us or enlivened our lives or helped us create and remember moments we cherish forever. I think of the greatest lyric and songwriters in the world: Sting, Adam Duritz, Tom Waits, James Taylor, John Mayer (yes, JOHN MAYER....amazing writer) and I am just floored that someone can be so in touch with the human condition.
I can only hope to do this with my lyrics. And I can only hope that someone finds them, like a fallen icicle.
Oh....and the frozen corn....yeah, so I fell down my stairs on Friday night and have mildy torn something in my shoulder (without going into specifics). I ice it like every 20 minutes for the rest of my life....
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Just hanging out....
On a Monday holiday morning......
while Mommy sleeps........
watching Christmas carol videos and playing trains......
ya know.....
These guys love to share the chair together....my mom got this for Callum when he was like one. He, honestly, was never all that interested in it....and then Maira became obsessed with it. So, naturally, Callum did too....and right now they both fit in the chair together....
I shot off an M-4 rifle and a pack of fireworks, and this was Maira's reaction.....
a very focused girl when she is into a show or a book or something....VERY much like her mom...
And here is my meandering thought for the day: Someone put, in the faculty bathroom, a new BathandBodyWorks soap called "Raspberry Sangria." Immediately upon seeing this I began to scoff at the stupidity of it. Why do we need the "sangria" part in the name? I mean, essentially, it is the 'raspberry' smell you want, right? Why does the alcohol have to be part of this? Do we WANT our hands to smell like alcohol? Isnt that why we add scent to soap in the first place?? To get rid of that smell? No one wants to smell/taste alcohol (well....for the most part I guess). Isnt this why we mix things WITH our alcohol in the first place--to hide the taste of the raw liquor?
Tomorrow is Friday, and a well welcomed one, especially after two long days/nights of conferences. And my intern Kelsey 'officially' takes over one of my classes tomorrow. So that is going to be great!
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
I'm sitting
at parent teacher conferences right now, waiting for some parents to come and talk to me...I wonder if they will.....we are having conferences early this year...report cards have not even come out yet....
This will be a random post....trying to encapsulate what is going on in the lives of the Goldsmith family...
This weekend is KVACs already for Cross Country (this is like the first round of playoffs) and that means there are only two meets after that! The season literally flew by. I love coaching cross country and we are unique in what we are the ONLY sport where the coaches do what the kids do....unlike football, where coaches just sit around and say RUN or TACKLE or DO PUSHUPS, we talk the talk and walk the walk (or run the run). Go Cross Country!
Maira's favorite thing to do lately is play with her baby "Ashlee" and all she wants to do is repeatedly put a diaper on her....and then wrap her up in a blanket and put her to bed...interestingly, she will not let Amanda put the diaper on her...she only lets me.
Callum, on the other hand, is undergoing a HUGE "train phase" where all he wants to do is layout a ThomasTrack on the living room floor and narrate little stories (much like the episodes) as he plays with his trains
October 10th today, and STILL not one fire in our woodstove....this is the latest we have ever gone I think
I think it would be funny if for an hour a day we could say whatever we wanted to people without any fear of rejection, remorse, consequence, or ill will. No penalties or hard feelings. No problems whatsoever. In George Orwell's 1984, they do something similar to this with the FIVE MINUTE HATE where, for five minutes, everyone is just really negative. I wonder what our local communities, families, and cultures would be like if we did this--we could call it "EditorlessHour." I have a feeling that, contrary to what popular opinion would dictate, the positive things would many times be equal to--or be greater than--the negative things. Obviously, it would be really popular to tell people off. But what would you really GET out of that, with the exception of feeling better, of course. But, by telling someone who doesnt know you love them that...well...you love them....you have everything to gain. Possibly. I think this would reap tremendous effects in our society. Little kids are some of the happiest people on the face of the earth--they have no baggage. And I attribute this all to the fact that they say exactly what the want whenever they want to say it. Who invented manners, after all??
Butter is such an awesome food; why is it relegated to just being a "condiment," essentially, and not a main food? I mean, you've got your greasy...you've got your salty...you've got your sweetness....it satiates virtually each and every craving you have when you are hungry. Right?
Yesterday in the mail we got a letter from a former student of mine who is in her freshmen year of college--yes, that is right....a LETTER. It was absolutely amazing and it totally made our day. When was the last time you wrote a real, live letter to someone? And when was the last time you GOT a letter in the mail? What a lost art, huh? I think letter writing IS an art, by the way, because it isnt just brief soundbites like emails and blogs....a letter is its own congruous island of thought. And, as Americans (myself included) we just dont THINK like that anymore...everything in our world seems to be an "ongoing conversation" (texts, emails, etc....)
This will be a random post....trying to encapsulate what is going on in the lives of the Goldsmith family...
This weekend is KVACs already for Cross Country (this is like the first round of playoffs) and that means there are only two meets after that! The season literally flew by. I love coaching cross country and we are unique in what we are the ONLY sport where the coaches do what the kids do....unlike football, where coaches just sit around and say RUN or TACKLE or DO PUSHUPS, we talk the talk and walk the walk (or run the run). Go Cross Country!
Maira's favorite thing to do lately is play with her baby "Ashlee" and all she wants to do is repeatedly put a diaper on her....and then wrap her up in a blanket and put her to bed...interestingly, she will not let Amanda put the diaper on her...she only lets me.
Callum, on the other hand, is undergoing a HUGE "train phase" where all he wants to do is layout a ThomasTrack on the living room floor and narrate little stories (much like the episodes) as he plays with his trains
October 10th today, and STILL not one fire in our woodstove....this is the latest we have ever gone I think
I think it would be funny if for an hour a day we could say whatever we wanted to people without any fear of rejection, remorse, consequence, or ill will. No penalties or hard feelings. No problems whatsoever. In George Orwell's 1984, they do something similar to this with the FIVE MINUTE HATE where, for five minutes, everyone is just really negative. I wonder what our local communities, families, and cultures would be like if we did this--we could call it "EditorlessHour." I have a feeling that, contrary to what popular opinion would dictate, the positive things would many times be equal to--or be greater than--the negative things. Obviously, it would be really popular to tell people off. But what would you really GET out of that, with the exception of feeling better, of course. But, by telling someone who doesnt know you love them that...well...you love them....you have everything to gain. Possibly. I think this would reap tremendous effects in our society. Little kids are some of the happiest people on the face of the earth--they have no baggage. And I attribute this all to the fact that they say exactly what the want whenever they want to say it. Who invented manners, after all??
Butter is such an awesome food; why is it relegated to just being a "condiment," essentially, and not a main food? I mean, you've got your greasy...you've got your salty...you've got your sweetness....it satiates virtually each and every craving you have when you are hungry. Right?
Yesterday in the mail we got a letter from a former student of mine who is in her freshmen year of college--yes, that is right....a LETTER. It was absolutely amazing and it totally made our day. When was the last time you wrote a real, live letter to someone? And when was the last time you GOT a letter in the mail? What a lost art, huh? I think letter writing IS an art, by the way, because it isnt just brief soundbites like emails and blogs....a letter is its own congruous island of thought. And, as Americans (myself included) we just dont THINK like that anymore...everything in our world seems to be an "ongoing conversation" (texts, emails, etc....)
Monday, October 8, 2012
Swift River
Thinking about it, I realize that there are a lot of rivers in my life that hold great importance: The Kennebec River, since it is, to me, truly the heart of Maine, running through "my middle" of the state, and providing some fantastic paddling and rafting, is up near the top of my list. Also up there is the Kennebago,, in Rangeley, since we have had some rich family experiences on the river, and also the Moxie River, since that is the home of Moxie Falls. But probably at the top of my list must be the Swift River in NH--the Swift, for those who dont know, is the river that runs adjacent to the Kancamagus Highway in NH, a gorgeous stretch of highway connecting Conway to Woodstock NH. I believe the "Kanc," as they call it, was an ancient Indian hunting path that became a highway. Why not?
As kids, we spent a LOT of our family vacations--with both my mom and my dad--in North Conway et al, and spent a lot of time going back and forth across the Kanc. Sometimes, even if there was no destination, we'd drive across the beautiful byway just to check out scenery and the amazing river. All along the 32 mile stretch of highway there are ample opportunities to pull off and park so that one can go exploring the river. It doesnt lend itself well to actual "swimming," since it is, well, so SWIFT.....and incredibly shallow and rocky. But what it does lend itself well to--and probably so richly so that it captures the hearts of all little kids--is simply EXPLORATION. As kids, Kristin and I used to traverse huge boulders and flat rocks, trying to see how far out we could get without a) being swept down the river to certain death or b) getting yelled at by Hank and thus banished to the back of the pickup truck so that Nugget, the dog, could sit up front (oh wait...that really happened to me ANYWAY...hehe)
There were places to sit benath little waterfalls, and there were rocks up against which you could lean and get one powerfully hydraulic massage. It was just great and we have lots of fantastic childhood memories there.
One day last weekend, while on our NH trip, when the Favry family and my mom went to Clark's Trading Post, the Goldsmiths decided to skip Clarks and, instead, take a ride along the Kanc and pass theh "Swift River Tradition" along to Callum and Maira. And, even though it was excruciatingly rainy outside, we found a pulloff, discovered a little trail, and explored the riverbanks, rocks, mosses, and plants that adorned this beautiful section of New Hampshire....
As kids, we spent a LOT of our family vacations--with both my mom and my dad--in North Conway et al, and spent a lot of time going back and forth across the Kanc. Sometimes, even if there was no destination, we'd drive across the beautiful byway just to check out scenery and the amazing river. All along the 32 mile stretch of highway there are ample opportunities to pull off and park so that one can go exploring the river. It doesnt lend itself well to actual "swimming," since it is, well, so SWIFT.....and incredibly shallow and rocky. But what it does lend itself well to--and probably so richly so that it captures the hearts of all little kids--is simply EXPLORATION. As kids, Kristin and I used to traverse huge boulders and flat rocks, trying to see how far out we could get without a) being swept down the river to certain death or b) getting yelled at by Hank and thus banished to the back of the pickup truck so that Nugget, the dog, could sit up front (oh wait...that really happened to me ANYWAY...hehe)
There were places to sit benath little waterfalls, and there were rocks up against which you could lean and get one powerfully hydraulic massage. It was just great and we have lots of fantastic childhood memories there.
One day last weekend, while on our NH trip, when the Favry family and my mom went to Clark's Trading Post, the Goldsmiths decided to skip Clarks and, instead, take a ride along the Kanc and pass theh "Swift River Tradition" along to Callum and Maira. And, even though it was excruciatingly rainy outside, we found a pulloff, discovered a little trail, and explored the riverbanks, rocks, mosses, and plants that adorned this beautiful section of New Hampshire....
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Santa's Village/NH 2012
Back from a wonderful weekend with the following people: Nannie, Upbob, Joanne, Auntie KK, Uncle Anthony, and Jackson. We stayed in a huge old Victorian house right on Kearsage St FEET away from Route 16 in North Conway--right in the heart of the downtown, the train station, the shops, et al. The house in which we stayed was quite interesting: The owner of it sort of broke it up so it was a condo, a massage spa, and a FANTASTIC bakery called McKaila's Sweet Shop. I went there at least twice per day for some freshly ground coffee and treats, including something called a 'compost cookie,' which had chocolate chips, granola, nuts, and BBQ potato chips #shadesofJezsin. It was awesome.
I will let the pictures speak for themselves in the next couple of posts; picking WHICH pictures to post is going to be really tough, for we really got some great photos on this trip. A quick itinerary of what we did:
FRIDAY: Got there around six....had some pizza....tried to put the kids to bed...then watched Bob, my mom, Joanne, and Anthony on their iphonepadpods. In addition, we worked on a list where we tried to find 25 things in the Milky Way galaxy that my mom "likes."
SATURDAY: Get up to rain....figure what the heck....go to Santa's Village anyway....God was really looking out for us, as it did not rain ONE drop on us while we had a great time at the park! Later that night we gave the kids an early dinner, put them to bed, and Anthony and I went to the store to pick up some provisions. We ordered out for supper, and then the four of us (Anthony, me, Kristin, Amanda) sat in the hot tub and enjoyed rum drinks. Amanda wore a new bathing suit *
SUNDAY: Poured most of the day....everyone but Bob and the Goldsmiths went to Clark's Trading post....Callum is petrified of trains that move....while Bob hung out and watched the start of the Pats, the Goldsmiths took a ride up to the Kancamagus highway and stopped along the Swift River, where I told Callum how MY dad used to take me here all the time when I was younger and I used to swim and climb on rocks....both kids LOVED the Swift river and we took a little hike along a trail on the side of the river....After everyone got back, we put the kids to bed and the Goldsmiths and Favrys went out to Moat Mtn Brewery for an anniversary dinner! Then, we were accosted by a guy from Eastern Slope Inn who tried to book us for a time-share schpeel the following morning. Also, I took a really great 45 minute run around North Conway and the Mt Cranmore hill resort, etc....North Conway REALLY is a gorgeous place and I have so many great memories of it as a kid
Enjoy the pictures.....we had a great time.
I will let the pictures speak for themselves in the next couple of posts; picking WHICH pictures to post is going to be really tough, for we really got some great photos on this trip. A quick itinerary of what we did:
FRIDAY: Got there around six....had some pizza....tried to put the kids to bed...then watched Bob, my mom, Joanne, and Anthony on their iphonepadpods. In addition, we worked on a list where we tried to find 25 things in the Milky Way galaxy that my mom "likes."
SATURDAY: Get up to rain....figure what the heck....go to Santa's Village anyway....God was really looking out for us, as it did not rain ONE drop on us while we had a great time at the park! Later that night we gave the kids an early dinner, put them to bed, and Anthony and I went to the store to pick up some provisions. We ordered out for supper, and then the four of us (Anthony, me, Kristin, Amanda) sat in the hot tub and enjoyed rum drinks. Amanda wore a new bathing suit *
SUNDAY: Poured most of the day....everyone but Bob and the Goldsmiths went to Clark's Trading post....Callum is petrified of trains that move....while Bob hung out and watched the start of the Pats, the Goldsmiths took a ride up to the Kancamagus highway and stopped along the Swift River, where I told Callum how MY dad used to take me here all the time when I was younger and I used to swim and climb on rocks....both kids LOVED the Swift river and we took a little hike along a trail on the side of the river....After everyone got back, we put the kids to bed and the Goldsmiths and Favrys went out to Moat Mtn Brewery for an anniversary dinner! Then, we were accosted by a guy from Eastern Slope Inn who tried to book us for a time-share schpeel the following morning. Also, I took a really great 45 minute run around North Conway and the Mt Cranmore hill resort, etc....North Conway REALLY is a gorgeous place and I have so many great memories of it as a kid
Enjoy the pictures.....we had a great time.
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