Thanks for having us out to the shindig. Sorry we didn't stay longer. For the 40 minutes or so we were there, Buddy had locked himself into a bathroom, trapped himself between two swords, Reanie had knocked over the platter of chips, and she managed to cut her lip and bleed on Hiney (Jaime, for those of you without a program) and myself. And then there was general fussing and whatnot.
We know most of you well enough to not care if our kids were being as such, but since I hadn't seen so many of you in so long, I didn't want it to be a case of us crashing the team party and having our kids more underfoot than normal. So, I cut bait, against Chloe's wishes to stay, and we head home for the night.
I do hope to see more of you more often, but last night I just wasn't up for being bled and cried on while answering, "So, what have you been up to? Riding much?"
And us skipping the Tenzing race isn't a statement or anything either. We simply had other plans that I'd made without thinking about what day "May 29" actually was when I agreed to it.
Hope to hear that it all went well today at the GS Tenzing Crit.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Lovin' Lauper
Burke,
I just went to Robbie's to pick up a fork. On my return home, I heard Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Made me think of you.
Love ya Bro,
Cri
I just went to Robbie's to pick up a fork. On my return home, I heard Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Made me think of you.
Love ya Bro,
Cri
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
These are the cutest kids I have...
The other night, with Chloe in NYC learning how to order soup using the f-word, I had the kids while flying solo. Not that I ever want Mama gone, but playing 100% Mr Mom is a fun challenge when Mama is away for work. Then again, I may feel I was getting challenged enough if I were training. But here is here.
So, we started with a night of Buddy having a rough time going to bed. He was f-u-s-s-y! It isn't like him to go on and on like that, and the best I could do was rub his tummy (we all like that, right?), make sure his diaper met military specs, and make sure he had a sippy cup full of beverage for when he did settle down.
Since it took awhile for him to settle down, and since we have a 20 minute window when we try to get all kids to bed around here, things were off track early. We complicate this challenge by having all of the kids share the same room, but it normally works just fine.
Not that night, though. With Reanie not going down at all due to Buddy's howling, and Noah gamely in bed but not likely to fall asleep with the Buddy making like the tornado siren, we had an italian fire drill.
Noah went to our room and had the big bed to himself. Getting Noah out of the kid's room seemed to do the trick, so I can only deduce that Noah was poking Buddy with a stick or something. Buddy is in the kids' room, Noah is in me and Mama's room, and I went with Reanie downstairs.
And that's where we all stayed for the night.
The very first thing Reanie said just as she woke up, "Let's get the party started." Right on.
I got her up and slapped some fresh drawers on her bt. Then I went to get the snoozing Buddy (nobody gets to sleep in when Daddy is flying solo and Noah has to be at school at 7:30). The first thing out of Buddy's mouth..."Pasta."
Noah got himself up with the alarm clock, got ready for school, made his own breakfast, and made both of the beds he mussed up. I had him do some other chore as well, but I can't think of what it was at the moment.
Stuffed breakfast in everyone's mouth, and then we piled everyone in Moby (Chloe's car), dropped everyone off at their respective place of formal education, and then I went to the walmart for groceries.
It isn't kid related, but dang it, NOBODY was at a normal register, so I had to do the self-checkout thing. I can bag my own groceries, but it is everything I can do to keep from throwing a jar of pasta sauce across the store when the bar code reader thing won't beep. If the next item won't beep, so help me, we are going to go off-grid, homeschool the kids, and live off the land.
Home, groceries put away, made some breakfast, and was working or "working" by 10:00.
So, we started with a night of Buddy having a rough time going to bed. He was f-u-s-s-y! It isn't like him to go on and on like that, and the best I could do was rub his tummy (we all like that, right?), make sure his diaper met military specs, and make sure he had a sippy cup full of beverage for when he did settle down.
Since it took awhile for him to settle down, and since we have a 20 minute window when we try to get all kids to bed around here, things were off track early. We complicate this challenge by having all of the kids share the same room, but it normally works just fine.
Not that night, though. With Reanie not going down at all due to Buddy's howling, and Noah gamely in bed but not likely to fall asleep with the Buddy making like the tornado siren, we had an italian fire drill.
Noah went to our room and had the big bed to himself. Getting Noah out of the kid's room seemed to do the trick, so I can only deduce that Noah was poking Buddy with a stick or something. Buddy is in the kids' room, Noah is in me and Mama's room, and I went with Reanie downstairs.
And that's where we all stayed for the night.
The very first thing Reanie said just as she woke up, "Let's get the party started." Right on.
I got her up and slapped some fresh drawers on her bt. Then I went to get the snoozing Buddy (nobody gets to sleep in when Daddy is flying solo and Noah has to be at school at 7:30). The first thing out of Buddy's mouth..."Pasta."
Noah got himself up with the alarm clock, got ready for school, made his own breakfast, and made both of the beds he mussed up. I had him do some other chore as well, but I can't think of what it was at the moment.
Stuffed breakfast in everyone's mouth, and then we piled everyone in Moby (Chloe's car), dropped everyone off at their respective place of formal education, and then I went to the walmart for groceries.
It isn't kid related, but dang it, NOBODY was at a normal register, so I had to do the self-checkout thing. I can bag my own groceries, but it is everything I can do to keep from throwing a jar of pasta sauce across the store when the bar code reader thing won't beep. If the next item won't beep, so help me, we are going to go off-grid, homeschool the kids, and live off the land.
Home, groceries put away, made some breakfast, and was working or "working" by 10:00.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Taste of the Week 5/23
Album: Venus Hum, Big Beautiful Sky (I'm really fired up about this group right now)
Book: Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
Grub: Frutta del mare
Dolce: I'm thinking about something with apples and brown sugar
Drink: St. Genevieve, Texas Red
Game: Sea Dogs, Arrrrrr http://www.makaimedia.com/games/game_frame.aspx?gid=96 (20,668...I was in The Zone)
Book: Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe
Grub: Frutta del mare
Dolce: I'm thinking about something with apples and brown sugar
Drink: St. Genevieve, Texas Red
Game: Sea Dogs, Arrrrrr http://www.makaimedia.com/games/game_frame.aspx?gid=96 (20,668...I was in The Zone)
Friday, May 20, 2005
Play Ball!
Though my TXBRA administration duties have been cut to nil, I have been wrapped into a email dialogue that is reminiscent of those days when people would carry on as if they were somehow violated in a manner most abrupt by something bicycle racing related.
This deja vu is that it seems the Superdrome (where Noah races on the track) administration is starting to feel the strains of low turnout at the Friday Night races. I feel for them. I really do.
Rob, Bonnie, Steve and I (and others, of course) work/worked hard to get the turnout up for all bike racing, track included. But I got called out the other day because I said that I was bummed they cancelled a race due to what they predicted would be a low turnout.
I was told that I had no reason to complain, since I didn't make all of the track races.
Oh.
So I told them that they were getting me to show up simply because Noah wanted to show up. I further told them that he has to race against juniors who are about to graduate high school, and in some cases, he races against grown ups when the novices are included. But he does this most Friday nights and he never complains. He does say that he'd like to race against the 14 year olds (not bad for a 9 yr old, I think), but none show up. I also told them that their track racing program for him competes with baseball, karate, swimming...
When I made that point, I was told directly, "Then you need to tell Noah to bring his friends to the track to race."
Oh.
We pay his entry fee, we get him out there to race against nobody (and pay for it), and now we have to bring out the racers for the track to have races. Hell, Noah skipped a baseball game to VOLUNTEER at a junior development class for the Superdrome. Well, good golly!
Noah is wrapping up a baseball season in the next couple of weeks. Frankly, he stunk at baseball in the front half of the season, but he's really coming on lately to the extent that he's a key player for them. This is a fun thing for Noah.
They have baseball games on Friday nights. NEVER once did anyone in his baseball league tell us that we needed to bring out Noah's friends if he wanted to play baseball. We pay our money, they put him on a team, assign him some coaches, and they play a couple games per week and have a practice or two.
When Noah goes to a baseball game, he plays against kids about his own age. He's in the game. They keep score. The whole bit.
At times, the Superdrome has left Noah off of the results. He's had someone in his age group ONE time this year.
As Noah gets better at baseball, the Superdrome folks may have just stepped on their own foot, because I can rest comfortably knowing that I've done my part to grow the sport of cycling and, specifically, the Superdrome racing scene.
And if Noah doesn't want to go to the track because he'd rather play baseball, then I'm going to his baseball game instead. That's a net loss of two riders.
Maybe the Superdrome folks should bring their friends to the races.
This deja vu is that it seems the Superdrome (where Noah races on the track) administration is starting to feel the strains of low turnout at the Friday Night races. I feel for them. I really do.
Rob, Bonnie, Steve and I (and others, of course) work/worked hard to get the turnout up for all bike racing, track included. But I got called out the other day because I said that I was bummed they cancelled a race due to what they predicted would be a low turnout.
I was told that I had no reason to complain, since I didn't make all of the track races.
Oh.
So I told them that they were getting me to show up simply because Noah wanted to show up. I further told them that he has to race against juniors who are about to graduate high school, and in some cases, he races against grown ups when the novices are included. But he does this most Friday nights and he never complains. He does say that he'd like to race against the 14 year olds (not bad for a 9 yr old, I think), but none show up. I also told them that their track racing program for him competes with baseball, karate, swimming...
When I made that point, I was told directly, "Then you need to tell Noah to bring his friends to the track to race."
Oh.
We pay his entry fee, we get him out there to race against nobody (and pay for it), and now we have to bring out the racers for the track to have races. Hell, Noah skipped a baseball game to VOLUNTEER at a junior development class for the Superdrome. Well, good golly!
Noah is wrapping up a baseball season in the next couple of weeks. Frankly, he stunk at baseball in the front half of the season, but he's really coming on lately to the extent that he's a key player for them. This is a fun thing for Noah.
They have baseball games on Friday nights. NEVER once did anyone in his baseball league tell us that we needed to bring out Noah's friends if he wanted to play baseball. We pay our money, they put him on a team, assign him some coaches, and they play a couple games per week and have a practice or two.
When Noah goes to a baseball game, he plays against kids about his own age. He's in the game. They keep score. The whole bit.
At times, the Superdrome has left Noah off of the results. He's had someone in his age group ONE time this year.
As Noah gets better at baseball, the Superdrome folks may have just stepped on their own foot, because I can rest comfortably knowing that I've done my part to grow the sport of cycling and, specifically, the Superdrome racing scene.
And if Noah doesn't want to go to the track because he'd rather play baseball, then I'm going to his baseball game instead. That's a net loss of two riders.
Maybe the Superdrome folks should bring their friends to the races.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Am I crazy because my socks don't match?
The following was originally posted Tuesday evening. I pulled it because I thought it might be a little too much disclosure. I thought some more, and upon reflection, I thought it would, at least, be mild entertainment for some of you. Then I remembered a chat David and I had on Saturday, where it was said, "Once they've seen you with no clothes, they've seen you naked."
So...
All day long, without me realizing it, I wore a mismatched pair of socks, and, unintentionally, I wore two shirts. No big deal in the grand scheme, I'm sure, but I have to wonder, am I crazy?
Of course, if you think that thought at all, something prolly ain't right in the noodle, but aside from having the thought and bothering to write it down here, and the fact that my meds are making me groovy, am I crazy?
The scary part is that if I indeed am going crazy, I'm pretty aware of it. This is like having ringside seats but without getting to leave when the action is done.
Yeah, I doubled the other med last night/today. Doubled is dumb. But that's what the guy who gets $250 an hour said to do.
I've been fired up about today for a couple weeks, because I scheduled a light day of work. Then I get here, and it takes me a freakin' hour to make cornbread. No big deal, right? Well, I'd just made it about an hour earlier, and I still had half of a pan left when I made the new batch.
Noah is out driving the kids around in the trailer behind the lawn tractor. He's driving them around, because after I picked up the babies, I went out to the baseball fields, because Noah has a game tonight. That was 5:45, his game is at 8pm. And he's still at the house anyway. Good grief.
I was never a fan of The Doors until today.
So...
All day long, without me realizing it, I wore a mismatched pair of socks, and, unintentionally, I wore two shirts. No big deal in the grand scheme, I'm sure, but I have to wonder, am I crazy?
Of course, if you think that thought at all, something prolly ain't right in the noodle, but aside from having the thought and bothering to write it down here, and the fact that my meds are making me groovy, am I crazy?
The scary part is that if I indeed am going crazy, I'm pretty aware of it. This is like having ringside seats but without getting to leave when the action is done.
Yeah, I doubled the other med last night/today. Doubled is dumb. But that's what the guy who gets $250 an hour said to do.
I've been fired up about today for a couple weeks, because I scheduled a light day of work. Then I get here, and it takes me a freakin' hour to make cornbread. No big deal, right? Well, I'd just made it about an hour earlier, and I still had half of a pan left when I made the new batch.
Noah is out driving the kids around in the trailer behind the lawn tractor. He's driving them around, because after I picked up the babies, I went out to the baseball fields, because Noah has a game tonight. That was 5:45, his game is at 8pm. And he's still at the house anyway. Good grief.
I was never a fan of The Doors until today.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Well, I was going to write, but I was hit by a bus
Feels like that anyway.
The last week has been a molto busy one, but other than the remnants of the latest issue of the magazine, a stack of firewood, and 4/5 of the people living here being sick, right now looks the same as last week.
Mostly, I'm in something of a haze from the meds, and I was supposed to have doubled one of them by now. I guess the idea is that you can't have seizures if you are so doped that you can't voluntarily move your arms or legs. I'm exeggerating of course, because I can, in fact, move my arms and legs. It's just that once I do get them moving, I can't remember where I was going.
Everything seems to be happening at normal speed, but I feel like I'm moving, hearing, seeing, speaking in slow motion.
Sorta feels like this.
I'll get a post of substance up here eventually. Of course, it could be argued that I haven't done that yet. You get what you pay for.
The last week has been a molto busy one, but other than the remnants of the latest issue of the magazine, a stack of firewood, and 4/5 of the people living here being sick, right now looks the same as last week.
Mostly, I'm in something of a haze from the meds, and I was supposed to have doubled one of them by now. I guess the idea is that you can't have seizures if you are so doped that you can't voluntarily move your arms or legs. I'm exeggerating of course, because I can, in fact, move my arms and legs. It's just that once I do get them moving, I can't remember where I was going.
Everything seems to be happening at normal speed, but I feel like I'm moving, hearing, seeing, speaking in slow motion.
Sorta feels like this.
I'll get a post of substance up here eventually. Of course, it could be argued that I haven't done that yet. You get what you pay for.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Crossing Stuff Off of the "To Do" List
I upgraded on the track. Now I get to race with the 1,2's. Well, I've been racing with them anyway, but now I get to do it as a cat 2.
Next stop, cat 1.
With that in mind, I actually trained today. My legs hurt if I just look at them.
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Noah raced last night as well. Believe me now and I'll tell you later, there are some 15 and 16 year olds that better start training, because Noah is only about 50-60 meters behind them in these track races...
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We're getting started with our vineyard this weekend.
On the subject of things planted, it is gecko season here at the farm. Them sonsabiches ate our watermelon and squash plants. I thought it was a mouse, since I seen it around the well house, but there is also a big gecko in there. A couple days ago I saw the gecko eating a new watermelon plant, so in terms of evidence, things are looking bad for the gecko. I'm gonna get Chloe to find a dececnt gecko recipe.
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Happy Mother's Day to all of the Mamas, Mommies, Moms, and Mothers!
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We're finishing up our last issue of The Racing Post this weekend too. It is about a 90% done deal that there will be a new publisher, so this isn't the end of the magazine, but in terms of us staying up for 48 hours cranking one out each month, we'll glady have a glass of Pernod instead.
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I love my wife.
Next stop, cat 1.
With that in mind, I actually trained today. My legs hurt if I just look at them.
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Noah raced last night as well. Believe me now and I'll tell you later, there are some 15 and 16 year olds that better start training, because Noah is only about 50-60 meters behind them in these track races...
** ** ** ** ** **
We're getting started with our vineyard this weekend.
On the subject of things planted, it is gecko season here at the farm. Them sonsabiches ate our watermelon and squash plants. I thought it was a mouse, since I seen it around the well house, but there is also a big gecko in there. A couple days ago I saw the gecko eating a new watermelon plant, so in terms of evidence, things are looking bad for the gecko. I'm gonna get Chloe to find a dececnt gecko recipe.
** ** ** ** ** **
Happy Mother's Day to all of the Mamas, Mommies, Moms, and Mothers!
** ** ** ** ** **
We're finishing up our last issue of The Racing Post this weekend too. It is about a 90% done deal that there will be a new publisher, so this isn't the end of the magazine, but in terms of us staying up for 48 hours cranking one out each month, we'll glady have a glass of Pernod instead.
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I love my wife.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Taste of the week and update
Spent the last few days hoping it would rain so I wouldn't have to drag hoses and sprinklers all over the place. After threatening but bluffing for a few days, it finally started to come down.
Reanie has busted out some new vocabulary lately. And she is quite the singer as well. She is speaking less and less Reanish, and more and more "You can tell what she is trying to say."
Buddy is also talking more and more, but I'm only catching a word or two that is recognizable in each sentence. What is funny, though, is when Reanie starts singing (which is often), he'll start singing as well.
Noah won a silver medal in the State Age Group Championships this passed weekend. He was 2nd in the 10-12, and 8th overall in the 10-14.
Taste of the week
Album: Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd
Book: I guess Winning isn't all that, because I'm still working on it. To be fair, however, I'm taking some meds that make me sleep (or want to sleep) about 22 hours per day.
Grub: Homeade pizza
Dolce: Cinnamon toast. works for me
Drink: Coffee. The meds make me sleeeeeeeepppy
Game: Here's one for Burke, mini clip rally http://www.boomgames.com/item.php?itemid=1555
My best lap is 9.36, and my best time for the race is 39.70
Just so you know...
If we chat in the near future, cut me a little slack, as I'm adjusting to a med for a seizure-type thing (among other things) I have going on. Nothing real serious. Just annoying. And slighyly amusing.
Reanie has busted out some new vocabulary lately. And she is quite the singer as well. She is speaking less and less Reanish, and more and more "You can tell what she is trying to say."
Buddy is also talking more and more, but I'm only catching a word or two that is recognizable in each sentence. What is funny, though, is when Reanie starts singing (which is often), he'll start singing as well.
Noah won a silver medal in the State Age Group Championships this passed weekend. He was 2nd in the 10-12, and 8th overall in the 10-14.
Taste of the week
Album: Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd
Book: I guess Winning isn't all that, because I'm still working on it. To be fair, however, I'm taking some meds that make me sleep (or want to sleep) about 22 hours per day.
Grub: Homeade pizza
Dolce: Cinnamon toast. works for me
Drink: Coffee. The meds make me sleeeeeeeepppy
Game: Here's one for Burke, mini clip rally http://www.boomgames.com/item.php?itemid=1555
My best lap is 9.36, and my best time for the race is 39.70
Just so you know...
If we chat in the near future, cut me a little slack, as I'm adjusting to a med for a seizure-type thing (among other things) I have going on. Nothing real serious. Just annoying. And slighyly amusing.
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