tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28270888763633850132024-03-13T07:28:46.405-04:00That's the way the cookie crumblesdadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-68423874444029269372008-10-22T10:23:00.002-04:002008-10-22T10:42:35.684-04:00I can't even begin to get caught up on this thing...I last wrote in July??????<br /><br />In the last 3 months much has happened.......I think I'll just list them instead of comment on them all, then I'll try harder to keep up.<br /><br /><ul><li>kids got a new wood swing set (instead of a tree house this year)</li><li>Were supposed to go to Disney in Aug (didn't go, now going in Nov)</li><li>Julie has a bleeding ulser</li><li>I started anger management</li><li>I've been SUPER depressed</li><li>Huge wind storm (75mph) blew down a big maple in our yard (glad it feel the way it did or we'd be homeless)</li><li>Kids all started school; Abby 5th, Isaac and Sam 2nd, Simon pre-school.</li><li>New floor in dining room and living room</li><li>new pantry for Julie</li><li>New windows with my dads help</li><li>Julie broke her right foot....then her left (no lie)</li><li>STOPPED WORKING NIGHTS....wow does 7 hours of sleep feel great.</li><li>started smoking again, God I missed it. Then the medication for my depression turned out to be an anti-nicorit. So I stopped smoking again. Now I don't miss it at all.</li><li>Had a garage sale, that went well.</li><li>Got a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1374571857">facebook page</a></li><li>Bought Julie a car for her birthday (a PT Cruiser)</li><li>Garden went great</li><li>Dr thinks Simon may be on the autism spectrum<br /></li></ul>Now what's still not done:<br /><ul><li>My garage is still trashed</li><li>My barn is still a wreck</li><li>Parts of that tree are still in the front yard</li><li>pretty much everyting on my list. Oh, well there's always next year.<br /></li><li>trimming out the windows</li></ul>Well there were lots of high and lows, but life moves on. At least Julie isn't pregnant right now....dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-91702410491470530182008-07-01T01:35:00.002-04:002008-07-01T01:42:06.860-04:00The club house will have to waitJulie and I were at odds anyway. I say a club house is different than a tree house. She says a tree house should be put together with what ever you find laying around the house. I'm ok with that. But I say a club house should be BIG. Have bunk beds, a firemens poll, maybe roof access and a widow walk. In other words I want to spend about $700 to build one.<br /><br />I'm planning on doing it with out really getting permission. You know how that goes, don't worry she never reads my blog.....oh, crap is that her.....honey I was kidding, really-I-was......<br /><br /><br />BUT. A couple days ago the black berries in our "woods" started to ripen. I told Abby she and Isaac should pick them and we'll have pie and jams and yummy stuff.<br /><br />The kids are excited and do just that, they pick berries. Good kids. They leave the new bowl of berries on the family room table. In comes their 2 year old sister. There goes the carpet. Now I have puple pok-a-dotted carpet. It's not coming clean.<br /><br />I was having a bad day anyway and informed the kids that new floor is $700.00 a new club house is $700.00. Guess which one I have to do first.........<br /><br />Than 2 old ladies yelled at Julie and said you can replace carpet not kids...is that a sign from God I should build the club house.<br /><br />Julie still says a tree house.......what ever, ask her about pinata's......that's another story....dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-70054341713831330832008-07-01T01:22:00.002-04:002008-07-01T01:34:07.513-04:00I had lunch with Eric Clapton...and Julie :)So Linda took the kids for the night. Ya all 5 all night. I haven't slept that good in years. We go to bed at 12:30 Sat night and wake up at 11:00. Opps missed church. My buddy calls me and says, "this is like the pot calling the kettle black, but we missed you at church." Even the pastor was looking for us. Than he found out we had the house to ourselved and said, "if anyone deserves to sleep in a one sunday morn....."<br /><br />Anyway, Julie needs to work at 3 and I plan on making the best of the day. "Where you want to go to lunch." How about Olde Bag of Nails. Sounds great.<br /><br />Ok here's a side note. I've known for a few years that Eric Clapton lives in the same town as me. <a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/news.nsf/article/clapton%20loves%20normal%20life%20in%20columbus_1046589">PROOF</a>, so to speak. <br /><br />Another 2 side notes. As a nurse (maybe as a woman) Julie loves to leaf through smut magazines. She gets to see everyones current pictures. I NEVER reconize people. I'm always saying, don't we know that person?<br /><br />We walk in and sit and Julie goes, "that's Eric Clapton." I say, "Yup sure is." If Julie wouldn't have said anything I never would have known. Either way she looks at him, he at her and you could see his face go, "crap there goes lunch."<br /><br />Anyway, he was having a nice lunch, leave the guy alone. So we did. He was 20-25' from us, setting with his wife and 2 other couples. They looked like they were out riding Hogs and enjoying the day.<br /><br />More power to you Eric, I know it's one of the reasons you moved to Central Ohio.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-47590726905840710002008-06-21T19:24:00.002-04:002008-06-21T19:31:14.778-04:00Has it really been 4 months???Well cut me a little slack, it's been a busy 4 months. We've moved-a nice 1860's farm house with a barn and 3 car garage.<br /> I have about 15 projects all going on at once, from fixing my car (which is an ongoing thing) to cleaning out the barn (where we found LOTS of bees) to cleaning out gutters to putting in a garden to.....you get the idea. <br /> The kids love being out here, and I love for them. Trampoline, pool, tire swing, barn w/hay loft, trails in the woods, best friends next door (hi guys). On monday we're putting up a tree house, complete with bunk beds, fire pole, slide, and porch. I don't do anything half way when it comes to my kids. Living here is great the kids go outside in the morning and don't come in till dark - isn't that the way it was when we were kids.<br /><br /> Work is still good and Julie LOVES her job.<br /><br />I'll try to be better about keeping updadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-51303412263535454192008-02-02T22:50:00.000-05:002008-02-02T23:01:15.084-05:00The 2nd game and the fire houseIsaac had a Cub Scout "go see it" today at the Delaware City Fire Department. Ok it was cool. All the dads were there (surprise - surprise). Really it was neat; we got to see their common area, kitchen, bunks, THE POLE, the weight room, and................the trucks.<br /><br />So Delaware is a town of 30000 or so. They have 3 shifts that are on 24 off 48. This is where it is a bit surprising, 13 guys between 2 stations is fully staffed. 8 at the main 5 at the sub. They can run with as little as 7!!!!! TOTAL. That's 4 and 3 between the 2. So ok there's a car accident. Send the squad 2 guys, send a mobile responce truck 1 guy. Now there is 1 guy at the fire house. What happens if there's another accident or a fire. 1 guy, 2 trucks left - the pumper and the ladder. Um.....I foresee a problem. He says it's never happened and they have good mutual responce from the surrounding area. Anyway really nice guys, Julie knows some of them from being a nurse. Oh and Goochie came with Isaac and I. He was cute and LOVED it.<br /><br />Isaac had his second game today. MUCH better. Today he knew where his guy was and when to play offense and defense. When his team was on offense he put himself right under the basket. Not a very good place if you want a rebound but its a start. When he was on D he found his man (they only pla man-to-man) and did jumping jacks in front of him. There was NO way that guy was going to recieve a pass or make a shot. At one point his man was dribbing up the court and Isaac stole the ball away!!!! That was cool. So I bet by the end of the season he'll be shooting and making baskets and maybe even fouling other people. Maybe he'll get this.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-44854534491997998572008-02-02T22:30:00.001-05:002008-02-02T22:50:40.941-05:00Another one of those kind of daysSo life with 5 kids takes a little advanced planning. This is Julies forte, she is a planner and a list maker. I'm more of a seat of your pants kind of a guy. Both are good and bad, both drive the other person NUTS. Last night I'm getting ready for work and Julie is going over what we need to get done today:<br /> 11:45 Dad and Isaac dropped off for cub scout activity (fire hall VERY cool)<br /> 12:10 Drop off Abby for cheerleading<br /> 12:50 Home to drop of Sam with care giver (she rocks BTW)<br /> 1:15 P/U dad and Isaac<br /> 2:00 Go to church for Isaac's pictures and basketball game (Abby was there already)<br /> 5:00 Home to get Sam<br /><br />All with 1 car. Tell next week (can't wait)<br /><br />All of this seems easy, right? B/C there is a list. So we know that we need to get going around 10 to get 7 people ready.<br /><br />It all went south about 10 minutes after I got up. I got home from work at 6am. Isaac came and woke me up around 10:15. Fine I popped up and came downstairs. Julie was still resting on the sofa, tis cool with me. Until the door bell rang. Here I am in my undies, Julie has ask me MANY times not to be in my undies, I hadn't been up for 15 minutes yet after 4 hours sleep. I look at Julie like, 'get the door.' She says, "you please." At this point the kids are opening the door and Julie isn't moving. It turns out it's our neighbor, the county Recorder, out campaigning. Now I'm mad, how many times have I been sound asleep and been woke up by Julie to answer the door or phone? She's a bit of a recluse, but come on this time I was in boxers and a t-shirt (the wife beater kind). That did it for me. It's 10:45 I have to get 5 kids dressed and get breakfast ready too. WW-III starts. I started it, I was pissed. I never hold my tongue. Least of all when I'm tired.<br /><br />By the time we were all dressed to leave it was 11:45 and NO ONE had had breakfast, let alone lunch; I made sure I pointed this out too. And I told Julie it was her fault. Was it? No. It's life. Should Julie have gotten up at 9 - should I have? Maybe both. These are questions that there is no right answer for, someone always will be hurt, mad, bostfull, or just plain stupid about. So we don't asked those questions. If your me you just shout out how you feel and leave damaged goods in your wake. Not very effective I know, but it's what I know.<br /><br />So how did our day go? Perfectly timed and executed. Thanks in part to flying by the seat of your pants and list/planning. Dang maybe we do need each other. When her plans fall apart I can wing it, when I'm floundering her list reel us back in.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-80219193849924378072008-02-01T08:19:00.000-05:002008-02-01T08:32:10.014-05:00I'm not sure goochie!!So I'm seating in the bathroom yesterday - <span style="font-style: italic;">that's not important to the story, I just thought you needed the mental image - </span>when Simon (goochie) bust through the door and yells, "what the heck!!!" he his eyes wide like that of a drug induced physco. Don't worry he looks like that a lot.<br /><br />"Yes," I reply; "may I help you?" <br /><br />"What the heck," he answers. Now that in it self always makes me laugh. You see a 3 year old yelling "what the heck" with his hands on his hips and his eye brows turned upside down and his eyes blazing is just cute. If he were 16 and 6' tall 200lbs I wouldn't say it was funny, I'd say scary.<br /><br />"Simon, um.... daddy's a little busy."<br /><br />Scoof......"stupid cat," is all he says. "stupid cat, stupid cat........." he continued to mumble as he walked away.<br /><br />I'm still not sure what the cat did. But I agree, he is stupid.<br /><br />"Stupid cat"dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-46999752505736469882008-01-26T17:36:00.000-05:002008-01-26T17:42:41.500-05:00Isaac's very first basketball gameSo I just watched Isaac's first game. He's 6 and has NEVER watched or played basketball. In fact no one in our house even likes the game, it's part of <a href="http://www.upward.org/">Upward</a> through our church - <a href="http://www.delawarechristian.org/">Delaware Christian</a><br /><br />He loves it, but has NO idea what's going on around him or where he should be. I think he was discouraged a lot. I'll lift him up and make sure he knows I'm proud and we'll go over some of the finer points. I said I didn't like it, not I didn't understand it.<br /><br />So I hope he'll play baseball again this year. He was pretty good at that.<br /><br />I wish he didn't get discouraged so easily. He gives up on everything if he can't figure it out the very first time. He still can't ride a bike.<br /><br />It's my fault I guess, who else could it be? I'll have to work harder to make him into a strong little, independent man.<br /><br />Pointers would be good.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-85342011767791605852008-01-26T16:29:00.000-05:002008-01-26T17:12:50.723-05:00O, what a lifeI've been holding off blogging for sometime.......<br /><br />Why you ask?<br /><br />Because we've been waiting to see if we would get the house/mortgage that we've been trying for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sense</span> November. Well guess what, it's a go. We should close by 2/8/08.<br /><br />So what's the big deal. It feels like we've come in a big circle. 2 years ago this week we walked away from our lives. We left the new house we had built and moved into a little apartment. Julie was pregnant and so sick. Sam was still in preschool, Isaac was 4, Simon was 18mos., Abby was 7 and changing schools again. It was a low point.<br /><br />5 months later, July '06 we discharged out bankruptcy. It's a long story.<br /><br />That bring us to today. We're moving into the county. 1.8 acres, barn, 3 car garage, and a 1860 farm house. EVERYONE is excited. The boys can't wait to build a tree fort, Julie can't wait to have a garden, Abby can't wait to have an animal and play in the hey loft. <br /><br />Our poor kids suffered more than Julie and I. They've had their lives on hold b/c of mom and dad. I want better for them and here it comes.<br /><br />So how did we get to a point that we could get a house? Thanks to Julie that's how. She started working in Nov. She took a full time position so her kids could have a house, this house. Now b4 you start with the kids should have a mom, blah, blah, blah. We agree. She works nights so her kids don't miss her. Her working doesn't take away from her kids. I'm so lucky to have Julie. My kids are lucky too.<br /><br />Thank you Jules.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-13197713096411031572008-01-02T23:16:00.000-05:002008-01-02T23:47:02.815-05:00That was closeAbout 6 months ago at work they changed the order in which courses are taught. We used to do a transition course after check rides, now it's during training. I never got the memo (if there was one). Well in Nov and Dec I noticed that there was an extra hour during my sim session. I neglected to look at what the extra hour was for, I assumed it was for mock orals. I was wrong. Very wrong. I signed off their training as complete and it wasn't. What I did was falsified records. Very BIG deal. A very big FEDERAL deal. I came with in moments - inches of losing my job today. I wasn't just that one thing. I also was late to work 2 nights in a row about 2 months ago. It was the first week our new center manager was there.<br /><br />So what did happen. My our DOT and ACM came to bat for me, they saved my job. I'm sure with out their help the new CM would have had no choice but to let me go. Thank you SC and BS. I was put on probation for 1 year and had my promotion taken away (that's a hit), but those are better than unemployment.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-63292655051042395422008-01-01T17:04:00.000-05:002008-01-01T17:53:15.057-05:00What a way to start the yearThe year started with Simon setting on the sofa with me as i watched Scrubs (love that show). Julie had worked all day and was asleep next to me. I tried to wake her, she grunted. I tried again with about :30sec. left in 2007 and she grunted again. So the ball dropped, I gave Simon a high-5 and he looked at me like, WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT. Than he drifted off to sleep.<br /><br />So I was alone. Suddenly I felt alone. My kids were all here, my wife was here, but I was alone. Lately I've felt that I've been sliding on wet ice. I have no traction, I can't stop, I can't react b/c I don't know what's coming next.<br /><br />Where did this come from you ask. I've never been a great husband or father, I'm an equally bad friend. Don't misunderstand me, I love my wife and kids. I'm just very selfish. Julie has needs, I've never taking the time to learn how to meet them, 16 years we've been together. We've both changed in that time. We've both grown in different areas of our life. She's told me what she needs. Kind words. Every time I say something negative it crushes her, everything I say therefor she believes has a hidden meaning. It doesn't but this allows her to feel safer I think. If she let that guard down I would be bound to say something stupid and hurt her. Why do you do that Nik? I don't know. Words don't bother me, you can say what you want to me. I grew up fighting with words, they don't affect me, but I know how to use them to hurt people. And I do. (Lame excuse) I can't help it. Does she deserve it? Sometimes. Well not the words. I don't know how to say it in a kind manner. I'll start out kind, but I'll get interrupted and I'll just blow up. I need to say what I have to say a quickly as possible, Julie interrupts and the kids are always here. Well saying things quickly and making a point means using very strong and harsh words.<br /><br />So today started when I WOKE UP AFTER 6 hours sleep and my back hurt so bad I thought I was going to die (from sharing the sofa with Simon). I took and bath and felt better. I came downstairs and gave the baby to Julie. This is when I blew it. I didn't say anything to Julie. I wasn't mad, I wasn't overly excited, I wasn't anything........I went to make breakfast and Isaac was getting to me like nails on a chalk board. He's planning his birthday (has been since yesterday), it isn't till June. So I was breathing deeply, trying not to explode. Julie saw this, she wasn't sure why I was "acting like that." In the last 1.5 weeks I haven't been away from the kids at all. I haven't worked and Julie has, my parents have been here too. I really am in need of a drink or smoke; both of which I quit years ago. Anyway......at some point I said something (God's honest truth I don't know what). I think Julie was on the defencive again and thought I met something that I didn't. She disappeared upstairs and was giving the kids a bath. I came upstairs to try to talk to her about the way I'd been feeling. This is what she said..."I miss my kids, I just want to see them. I letting you off the hook, you're not going to change; you're not going to be there for me. This isn't going to work." Well that did something to me. Last night I lied there looking and Simon and Julie, feeling all alone and empty, sliding on ice, lost. I wanted to share that with Julie. What did I do? I walked out. She wanted time with her kids, I wanted time away from the kids. So I left. I didn't say a word, just left. I figured I'd run a few errands, of course it's New Years Day and all the places I wanted to go are closed. Wonderful.....<br /><br />I was gone for 2 hours when Julie called me, I told her I was coming back and why I left. She asked if, "I thought that was helpful." No, I guess it wasn't, but I know that if I stayed I'd hurt someone with words. I feel better, amazing what 2 hours alone can do (I think work allows me that escape).<br /><br />So how do I want to start the 2nd day of the new year. How about happy. How about with a closed mouth and open ears. How about getting to know my wife again. How about getting my wife to fall in love with me again. That would be a good start to day 2.<br /><br />So, if you'll let me I'd like to take a mulligan for day 1.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lord, you have blessed my with a woman with unlimited intelligence and almost infinite patience. I've taken</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">advantage of her and you. I need to change who I am, how I treat her and other people. Please show me - give me the ability to inspire her, love her, lift her up, and support her.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Steven Curtis Chapman</span> captured it perfectly:<br /><br /><blockquote>Well you know it's not the first time<br />And it will not be the last<br />When You find me here on my knees<br />Praying for the storm to pass<br /><br />But what I am really needing<br />Is much more than just relief<br />I am crying out for wisdom<br />Only You can give to me<br />Cause it's such a mystery<br />I'm a clueless man<br />When it comes<br />To knowing how to love a woman<br /><br />How do I love her?<br />How do I let her know she means more than anything to me?<br />How do I love her?<br /><br />Out of all the gifts You've given<br />Besides the very gift of life<br />There is none as precious to me<br />As the treasure of my wife<br /><br />And still all the love in my heart<br />Is like a raindrop to the sea<br />When compared to Your love for her<br />And thats why I ask You please<br />Will You teach me what she needs<br />I'm a earnest man<br />When it comes<br />To learning how to love this woman<br /><br />How do I love her?<br />How do I let her know she means more than anything to me?<br />How do I love her?<br /><br />Well I know it's gonna to take a lifetime<br />To answer this prayer I pray<br />But that's okay<br />Cause I've given You and her my lifetime anyway<br /><br />How do I love her?<br />How do I let her know she means more than anything to me?<br />How do I love her?<br /><br />Won't you tell me, tell me please</blockquote><br /><br /><div><b>Stephen Curtis Chapman links:</b> <a href="http://www.lyricspy.com/9447/Stephen_Curtis_Chapman_lyrics.htm">Lyrics</a> | <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27javascript:" onmouseover="'view_l(">Biography</a><br /><br /><br /></div>I'm sorry Julie. You really are my best friend. I've come to the end of my rope again, with out telling you I was slipping. Now I expect you to be there, even though so many times I've let you fall. Maybe it's not to late. I love you.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-29830981596985624092007-12-23T01:01:00.000-05:002008-12-10T16:40:38.034-05:00Finally a chance to breath and catch upWow, is my life really that boring that I haven't blogged in a month? Maybe I'm that busy? Ya, that's it, feel bad b/c I'm so busy I can't find the time to write down my thoughts. That would be a lie BTW.<br /><br />So in the last month or so most of the focus has been on Christmas. We've also been trying to get a mortgage to buy a house. One went really good, the other is still a work in progress. Since it's the day after Christmas and we haven't moved, I'll let you guess how the mortgage thing is going.<br /><br />I really don't want to try to fill you in on the last month so I'll hit the last week. Julie started working about 2 months ago, we spent 1.5 WHOLE paychecks on Christmas for the kids. I asked my kids this morning if they wish they had got something that wasn't under the tree. They all said no! Wow did that feel good. Thank you Julie. Before you think how spoiled our kids our let me tell you a little story. About 2 months ago Julie was in the store with Abby, she had picked up a toy and was trying not to let Julie see that she really liked it. When she saw mom coming she put it back on the shelf. Julie asked what it was and Abby wouldn't say. Why, you ask? Because it cost $60.00. Abby's whole life we've never bought anything that was that much, she put it back because she knows her parents can't afford it, and she'd rather we not feel bad about it. She never asked for it for Christmas.............but she got it anyway. She cried. She's not spoiled, not with us; maybe with grandma and grandpa (I mean she'll pout <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">and cry</span> about wanting stuff to them).<br /><br />So anyway we spent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">a lot</span> on Christmas and all the kids went to bed dreaming of today. As I like to say, "creating memories."<br /><br />Speaking of creating memories, Julie and I have some Christmas time traditions.<br /><br /><ul><li>Christmas is Jesus birthday, every year there's a party</li></ul><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP2WEXj4LoGYHFDvLw7kwHkx4i3G1uOBKjB0e_nmlfHJK6X-_EfnBT44dwxxM8YaUUzZnUdyP5aQUmRhUgDFtw9NKvDavbw9_y9k6BhNe2cZYnpusIWbT09e7xLB_6YwFN7gOfTatQPo/s1600-h/DSCN5441.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinP2WEXj4LoGYHFDvLw7kwHkx4i3G1uOBKjB0e_nmlfHJK6X-_EfnBT44dwxxM8YaUUzZnUdyP5aQUmRhUgDFtw9NKvDavbw9_y9k6BhNe2cZYnpusIWbT09e7xLB_6YwFN7gOfTatQPo/s200/DSCN5441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148167905462550418" border="0" /></a><br /><ul><li>We put enough lights on the house to slow down traffic. (I went light (rim shot) this year b/c I was hoping we'd move)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkq8ODYuFSPp2MDIqBWsrhy7AXO04V8GEcF_cWrEo3wMP_VppdZ0NrGZKenaFhVZo4cGp2FAcN1U3YZyD7bjW4lHWiQ835KCnmTdeXo895biM3DfAZQLaF-NYWteBEdMfeZrPnaJsFEYo/s1600-h/DSCN2185.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkq8ODYuFSPp2MDIqBWsrhy7AXO04V8GEcF_cWrEo3wMP_VppdZ0NrGZKenaFhVZo4cGp2FAcN1U3YZyD7bjW4lHWiQ835KCnmTdeXo895biM3DfAZQLaF-NYWteBEdMfeZrPnaJsFEYo/s200/DSCN2185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148168322074378146" border="0" /></a></li></ul><ul><li>We make candy (I make candy, Julie watches over the kids and directs them)</li></ul><ol><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6NHJWM7J8n3ew_zX8yGPWPm6Q2iTtHrJ8V9aABSfN8zlx1tlEvq_2tqXnYbWpNRZtHAnsxBDrGtQfJIS1Kjwikvi9hmS5PlbyPd_ZFEodqUGb4WUC_9941C9yS6IX5pjhjTxLe-VJlQ/s1600-h/DSCN5357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6NHJWM7J8n3ew_zX8yGPWPm6Q2iTtHrJ8V9aABSfN8zlx1tlEvq_2tqXnYbWpNRZtHAnsxBDrGtQfJIS1Kjwikvi9hmS5PlbyPd_ZFEodqUGb4WUC_9941C9yS6IX5pjhjTxLe-VJlQ/s200/DSCN5357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169438765875122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnI48iyZ-9FxbY7kz9hkI9KgyVRCU_DA1PKOBhSjuMnelzaJGZ2qOSWlb00ysA_M2w9nFSXIGL8xip-pseFNbp4_JeAreMcnL1_it6ST9YqhGx85y1jQ6ramy6NrvG-KFjALsIlqXkaY/s1600-h/DSCN5361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDnI48iyZ-9FxbY7kz9hkI9KgyVRCU_DA1PKOBhSjuMnelzaJGZ2qOSWlb00ysA_M2w9nFSXIGL8xip-pseFNbp4_JeAreMcnL1_it6ST9YqhGx85y1jQ6ramy6NrvG-KFjALsIlqXkaY/s200/DSCN5361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169443060842434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqB8PpiecDXRpZ2J06zovLjkJBCoSjFMbbSnP1xW2nV50Wkn_81W4ZUOuhnBm1DT0Xg-ii2TV6ZkChntvBWYdnEUl47sGi1YZyC-gDcWTvwAWvxyw9gWBmm00uiK0GZ5VNGXh4F_VspM/s1600-h/DSCN5363.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqB8PpiecDXRpZ2J06zovLjkJBCoSjFMbbSnP1xW2nV50Wkn_81W4ZUOuhnBm1DT0Xg-ii2TV6ZkChntvBWYdnEUl47sGi1YZyC-gDcWTvwAWvxyw9gWBmm00uiK0GZ5VNGXh4F_VspM/s200/DSCN5363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169447355809746" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkfbppLpc5hgCHLD35Q6pB1ozo4xs6ZRZLUBTS1q9kApTYfu2HPhhtNjNIqS2GcwYgGo6sSxJppwm75WRkRmXsfMOAL710MVj4PwMNIIWhZBAQWVSTQaWCjRgR89NP80hI0MRdK8syNA/s1600-h/DSCN5364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkfbppLpc5hgCHLD35Q6pB1ozo4xs6ZRZLUBTS1q9kApTYfu2HPhhtNjNIqS2GcwYgGo6sSxJppwm75WRkRmXsfMOAL710MVj4PwMNIIWhZBAQWVSTQaWCjRgR89NP80hI0MRdK8syNA/s200/DSCN5364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169451650777058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidy9hmWsyCafeoJ7LXDFU-eKcsFAp27zb08KURsbNmTxhjsZRq8FRPJxYE0mQiQWnUQSi4hNG00bxUWWKq07H10NOyBGOJs9X5UKiTG-bN3zRLCS19GFJhRoZL2etm4gJkxFBCwApfX2w/s1600-h/DSCN5373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidy9hmWsyCafeoJ7LXDFU-eKcsFAp27zb08KURsbNmTxhjsZRq8FRPJxYE0mQiQWnUQSi4hNG00bxUWWKq07H10NOyBGOJs9X5UKiTG-bN3zRLCS19GFJhRoZL2etm4gJkxFBCwApfX2w/s200/DSCN5373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148169455945744370" border="0" /></a>What you're looking at there is <a href="http://leardvr.christian.net/GlassCandy">glass candy</a>. Good stuff and dangerous to make, think hot sugar and molten limbs.</ol><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyVo5Cgtf7Oj7sQgq5s7L1nYLx0LXMxDHYHImXYZU71_dq9ZMf0jdr3G22JN0hcvzviyogfWju2Ziua92vSS0U56UtKUo25pa-xzg-NiWIRh8jYKJFMogOaRUnF6UzaH38qKlyknEXFQ/s1600-h/DSCN5359.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVyVo5Cgtf7Oj7sQgq5s7L1nYLx0LXMxDHYHImXYZU71_dq9ZMf0jdr3G22JN0hcvzviyogfWju2Ziua92vSS0U56UtKUo25pa-xzg-NiWIRh8jYKJFMogOaRUnF6UzaH38qKlyknEXFQ/s200/DSCN5359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148172015746252802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDplzvvBEFt-X2eS0ldFocs0Jf3KO1S-K8fnp6FHwG5NZ8n-OqM8g8YAGouoafKBNrNn-B2ZM5eZQsW58trv-1N2Llj2DILr9K7IUZCaNQJZsdXDifX01P1cHz4vlGc-I-Xr1yTou64hY/s1600-h/DSCN5375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDplzvvBEFt-X2eS0ldFocs0Jf3KO1S-K8fnp6FHwG5NZ8n-OqM8g8YAGouoafKBNrNn-B2ZM5eZQsW58trv-1N2Llj2DILr9K7IUZCaNQJZsdXDifX01P1cHz4vlGc-I-Xr1yTou64hY/s200/DSCN5375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148172020041220114" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijd2t7gUu61ly3AgNdCB43Hzg1hNc11DXypD_wV8PNsCCiEGDh0l7-mOMMRUVLcAVvCc8YQx9I-uUqJ3tVhpYi2Z321bYkVCfsQB_vCP3J2aaPqv0Tnu79qKuxbYu7ZrJv1YzezFAp6c/s1600-h/DSCN5377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiijd2t7gUu61ly3AgNdCB43Hzg1hNc11DXypD_wV8PNsCCiEGDh0l7-mOMMRUVLcAVvCc8YQx9I-uUqJ3tVhpYi2Z321bYkVCfsQB_vCP3J2aaPqv0Tnu79qKuxbYu7ZrJv1YzezFAp6c/s200/DSCN5377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148172028631154722" border="0" /></a><br />So the last candy you see there is <a href="http://www.spongecandy.com/?gclid=CIbiivivxZACFQMsFQod_VsNVw">sponge candy</a>. It's a Buffalo thing, like chicken wings. Both of which are enough to move back home for, b/c they are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">OMG</span> good.<br /><br /><br />Traditions are important. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">remember</span> making glass candy as a kid and pouring it in the snow to cool it off. The lights and the birthday party stared with Julie and I.<br /><br />PS If we do get the house we're looking at, I need the change the tradition to lights that will stop traffic.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-23963469859199457282007-11-08T09:16:00.000-05:002007-11-08T09:19:29.059-05:00dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-90871167158097587432007-11-05T09:15:00.000-05:002007-11-05T09:32:06.604-05:00A few days laterWell it's dead, Julie's car that is. My dad seems to think it's a main bearing. I can get a new (junk yard) engine for $200.00, but the car was only $600.00 so I think I'll just part it out. So Julie's first paycheck is going to a car. This is where everyone we know chimes in, "Julie's working now, you should buy a new car." Why? I paid $600.00 for a car that lasted 9 months, all I had to do was put an alternator in it. 9mo = $683.00 or $70/mo. What can I buy for $70/mo????? So, instead of paying $350-$450/mo in car payments I'll keep buying used cars at maybe $1500 ea if it last 4 months I'm ahead. We'll save for a few months and then buy a used minivan for sub $3500.00, check out craigslist and you'll be surprised what you can get for that price. I know people that still owe $5000.00 on vans I can buy today for less money.<br /><br />In other news, I'm sooooo angry with my kids right now, well the 9, 7 and 6 year olds. When we got up for church on Sun morning the family room, dining room and therapy room were all clean. I left for work before we got home and was home by 7 (I was gone 7 hours). The family room , entry way, therapy room, and dining room TRASHED. This bs, I'm going to kill them (not really). Kids their ages can pick up after themselves. I'm done, the hammer is coming down. They only have, what 7 weeks till Christmas. Oh, it's going to suck for them.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-45280317757928059702007-11-04T11:24:00.000-05:002007-11-05T11:26:59.101-05:00I'm a bad Christian<span style="font-weight: bold;">THIS HAPPENED ON JUNE '07</span><br /><br />well the title got your attention.<br /><br />Yesterday was Julie's graduation. What a great day. I was so proud of her. Isaac and Abby were there, they yelled , "that's my mom." Good kids.<br /><br /><br /><br />After that I picked up Sam, Simon, and Rachel from the sitters (thanks McCann's). On to Sam's baseball game. We were 10 minutes late, I knew this would be a problem. You see Sam needs to get there 10 PRIOR to the game, that allows him to see what's going to be happening. So when it was his time to bat, he flat out refused. He screamed and threw a bat at some one. I looked at everyone around and NO ONE cared. You see Sam plays in the Miracle League for special needs kids. Not a single person there cared, no one looked down at Julie and I, No one said a word to us.<br /><br />It was such a nice day Julie, her mom, and I thought it would be fun to go out to eat, so off to Cracker Barrel. Sam did not want to be there. Actually he would have been fine if we had gotten food at some point. Sam had it. It was a long day he was hungry and there was no food in sight. He lost it. Screaming at the top of his lungs at a pitch that breaks things. Julie took him outside. NEVER mind my other 3 (out of 4, Isaac was at a car race) being perfect. Sam looked in the window and saw us eating (bread) and came in. When it wasn't chicken he broke down worse then before. This time I took him outside, I had to drag him b/c he wasn't walking. Mind you he is 89 pounds and taller then my 9 year old. EVERYONE was staring, pointing, shaking their hands, commenting. When we got outside Sam was still throwing himself on the ground and screaming. Here it comes.<br /><br />I had had it. I was tired, I was broken hearted about my son. Along comes a 90 year old women. First she glared at me and Sam, then said something to her husband, then pointed and stared. I said, "DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO ME?" She responded, "I would never let my kid act like that."<br /><br />I said, "Did you see my other 4 kids in there being perfect?"<br /><br />"I wouldn't let any of my kids act like that"<br /><br />Ok, game on "F... you, he has autism and can't help it."<br /><br />To which she responded, "my kids weren't like that, you should make him stop"<br /><br />"Go to HE!!, HAS AUTISM, he has cancer, he can't help it. (he is sick Childrens we should call tomorrow for an appointment). I wish he could talk and stop"<br /><br />"Well I had no idea"<br /><br />"Then shut the F up, what gives you the right to say what ever you want, when ever you want. Who the hell are you? What you think you are so old you can say anything you want to anyone you want. GO TO HE!!"<br /><br />At that point she said something about how dare you. "How dare me? F you you GD old hag, go to He!!."<br /><br />I told you it was ugly, I was yelling too. Her husband looked like he been wanting to say those things for a years.<br /><br />At that they left. At the tail end of this, a guy walked in. Then he came back out. I was ready to go toe-to-toe with anyone. He came back out and said, "You'll make it, I did and so will you" I felt I had to point out I had 4 more in there being perfect. He said he did it with 7, you'll make it. THANK YOU<br /><br />So I put Sam in the car. I'm sure someone called the cops. I drove home crying. I told Sam that he won, all I wanted was dinner with his mom. It was a special day for mom and you ruined it. "Go to he!! Sam" I told him I hated him. I told him that I wish we had an aid, so he could set at home and the rest of us could be a family.<br /><br />I said those things to my son. My oldest son. My beautiful Sam that taught me to love people not like me. People with special needs. If it weren't for Sam I never would have seen the grace of God so clearly. I love my son. I know my words hurt him, they hurt me. I cried all the way home, I cried until Julie got home an hour latter. I actually wished I didn't have a Sam.<br /><br />God, I'm so sorry for the words I used, for the thoughts I had. I know that you gave me Sam, I'm so blessed because of him.<br /><br />So there it is, I broke testimony yesterday. I went from cloud nine straight to he!! in about 3 hours. I still feel empty inside though.<br /><br />I bet it looked really good too. A 300lb 34 year old guy putting a 90 year old 80lb women in her placedadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-57807549591071889742007-10-30T16:04:00.000-04:002007-10-30T21:38:49.151-04:00Not sure who to vote for, but I like this answerThough there are many points I would have loved to have added to it, Mike Huckaby's answer, when put on the spot (and on the clock) speaks for itself <object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-BFEhkIujA&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n-BFEhkIujA&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-85286965299114959662007-10-30T13:36:00.000-04:002008-12-10T16:40:38.369-05:00Car, floor, gas lines, and basketball<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXoTHOtg46RG2GzHtd52D8N8jzrqSyqvB0tPFssCpXXWfb5pvkpXZcJ35urjzQ0qrXPC_tP-UjJW6aNtuqhsDz-O6DMQhzPXI1MRfnW88EVNiv7NXslzhOivP5zvx7NOM95ZHkbQ0EIc/s1600-h/DSCN3153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXoTHOtg46RG2GzHtd52D8N8jzrqSyqvB0tPFssCpXXWfb5pvkpXZcJ35urjzQ0qrXPC_tP-UjJW6aNtuqhsDz-O6DMQhzPXI1MRfnW88EVNiv7NXslzhOivP5zvx7NOM95ZHkbQ0EIc/s200/DSCN3153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127187481951169730" border="0" /></a><br />Alright.<br /><br />My parents are coming in to down today. Which is ok. They're taking the kids out for halloween. I really need my dad's help this week.<br /><ul><li>Julie's car died, might be a bearing or a rod. Hope it's a bearing and I can fix it cheap, or else time for another $600.00 car.</li><li>Redoing Sam's room; drywall, paint, floor.....fun wow</li><li>running a gas line for the gas stove Julie bought. Thank you <a href="www.craigslist.com">craigslist</a><br /></li></ul>In other news, Isaac and Abby had basketball and cheerleading try outs yesterday. That was 2.5 hours of pleasure (said with tongue in cheek). Simon and Sam did not want to be there. Isaac was scared to be in line by himself (register, size, uniform, skills). Abby wanted to hang out with her friends. So I ended up MAKING Abby stand with Isaac and I tried to get the other 3 to calm down by taking them to the car. So I'm in the parking lot and Abby and Isaac are doing God knows what in the church. I had wanted to see Isaac in the skills part, guess I'll have to wait for his first game. This is the first time Isaac has played B-ball, he played baseball in the spring for the first time and that went well.<br /><br />Don't feel bad for me though. Last night at work, Julie had to do a manual extraction of some old guys poop. I'm not a nurse for a reason. Sorry honey, you'll get a better job, it's a means to an end.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-41053173946023175042007-10-28T14:56:00.000-04:002007-10-28T15:04:51.673-04:00I don't picture them in their underware.As a Christian I'm commanded to share my faith. As someone who loves theater and performing, I like to do you on stage.<br /><br />I've written several monologues and short skits. I've acted in lots. I suppose my biggest crowd was maybe 1000 people. I love the feeling I get looking out and seeing all those people hanging on my every word. It's such a wonderful opportunity to minister, I've never been very good one-on-one. But God has blessed me with the ability to do anything in front of people and not be embarrassed. At times this has been the bain of my wifes life, because she at times had been caught in my say what you want doesn't bother me cross fire. Sorry honey.<br /><br />Anyway I say all this because I discovered the clip below on God Tube. This is amazing. I would LOVE to do this in church. Maybe soon.<br /><br /><a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=11496896">Lifehouse Everything</a><br /><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04013343189599734 visible ontop" href="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf"></a><a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04013343189599734 visible ontop" href="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf"></a><embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=11496896&v=2&type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="346" width="430"></embed>dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-957623626366468292007-10-28T01:41:00.000-04:002007-10-28T01:42:50.895-04:00Why I'm not an airline pilotLife as a Pilot<br />Current mood: amused<br /><br />22 years old: Graduated from college. Go to military flight school.<br />Become hot shot fighter pilot. Get married.<br /><br />25 years old: Have 1st kid. Now hotshot fighter jock getting shot at in<br />war.Just want to get back to USA in one piece. Get back to USA as<br />primary flight instructor pilot. Get bored. Volunteer for war again.<br /><br />29 years old: Get back from war all tuckered out. Wants out of military.<br /><br />30 years old: Join airline. World is your oyster.<br /><br />31 years old: Buy flashy car, house and lots of toys. Get over the<br />military poverty feeling.<br /><br />32 years old: Divorce boring 1st wife. Pay child support and<br />maintenance. Drink lots of booze and screw around while looking for 2nd wife.<br /><br />33 years old: Furloughed. Join military reserve unit and fly for<br />fun. Repeat above for a few more years.<br /><br />35 years old: Airline recall. More screwing around but looking forward<br />to a good marriage and settling down.<br /><br />36 years old: Marry young spunky 25 year old flight attendant.<br /><br />37 years old: Buy another house. Gave first one to first wife.<br /><br />38 years old: Give in to second wife to have more kids. Father again.<br />Wife concerned about "risky" military Reserve flying so you resign<br />commission.<br /><br />39 years old: Now a captain. Hooray! Upgrade house, buy boat, small<br />single engine airplane and even flashier cars.<br /><br />42 years old: 2nd wife runs off with wealthy investment banker but still<br />wants to share house (100%).<br /><br />43 years old: Settle with wife # 2 and resolve to stay away from women<br />forever. Seek a position as a check Captain for 10% pay override to pay<br />mounting bills. Move into 1 bedroom apartment with window air<br />conditioners.<br /><br />44 years old: Company resizes and you're returned to copilot status. 25%<br />pay<br />cut. Become simulator instructor for 10% override pay.<br /><br />49 years old: Captain again. Move into 2-bedroom luxury apartment with<br />central air conditioning.<br /><br />50 years old: Meet sexy Danish model on International trip. She loves<br />you and says you are very "beeeeg!"<br /><br />51 years old: Marry sexy Danish model for wife #3. Buy big house, boat,<br />twin engine airplane and upgrade cars.<br /><br />52 years old: Sexy model wants kids (not again). Resolve to get<br />vasectomy.<br /><br />54 years old: Try to talk wife out of kids, but presto, she's pregnant.<br />She says she got sick after taking the pill. Accident, sorry, won't happen<br />again.<br /><br />55 years old: Father of triplets.<br /><br />56 years old: Wife #3 wants very big house, bigger boat and very flashy<br />cars, "worried" about your private flying and wants you to sell twin<br />engine airplane. You give in. You buy a motorcycle and join motorcycle<br />club.<br /><br />57 years old: Make rash investments to try and have enough money for<br />retirement.<br /><br />59 years old: Lose money on rash investment and get audited by the IRS.<br />You have to fly 100% International night trips just to keep up with<br />child support and alimony to wife #1 and #2.<br /><br />60 years old: Wife #3 (sexy model) says you're too damned old and no<br />fun. She leaves. She takes most of your assets. You're forced to retire due<br />to Age 60 rule. No money left.<br /><br />61 years old: Now Captain on a non-schedule South American 727 freight<br />outfit and living in a non-air conditioned studio apartment directly<br />underneath the final approach to runway 9 at Miami Int'l. You have<br />"interesting" Hispanic neighbors who ask you if you've ever flown<br />DC-3's.<br /><br />65 years old: Lose FAA medical and get job as sim instructor. Don't look<br />forward to years of getting up at 2 AM for 3 AM sim in every<br />god-forsaken town you train in due to the fact your carrier can find cheap, off-hours sim time at various Brand X Airlines.<br /><br />70 years old: Hotel alarm clock set by previous FedEx crewmember goes<br />off at 1:00 AM. Have heart attack and die with smile on face. Happy at last!dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-70397319249869741142007-10-27T21:09:00.000-04:002007-10-27T21:13:30.466-04:00Just a quick helloI spent all day with the 4 youngest kids. We had a good time. Julie was off with Abby hiking in the 55° and rain. I bet their both sick. I hope it was fun.<br /><br />In the mean time, Julie has been working her but off 4 12's in 5 days. She says she's only going to do it till Christmas.<br /><br />Along those lines. I got a new pay scale at work, a pay raise, and I should be going into a new airplane soon (another raise). That's 3 raises in a week AND Julie's working. I can't believe might be able to buy real food AND put gas in the car. Ya.<br /><br />It's a few days before Halloween, you know what that means? I means it's a few days before the Christmas lights start going up :)dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-71565520497886859712007-10-24T01:48:00.000-04:002007-10-24T01:56:45.993-04:00When should I go to sleep?So now Julie and I are both working nights. I thought this would be good, but.........I can't go to sleep with out Julie being here. I know that's stupid. So I'm seating here at 2am blogging.<br /><br />I wonder how Julie's doing at work? She doesn't usually stay up all night. And she's working 3 12's in a row. Maybe I can let here sleep all day on Thursday.<br /><br />Anyway she gets home around 7am, so we can get breakfast for the kids together and get 'em up and off to school.<br /><br />Oh.......I remember why I'm not sleeping. I have a colonoscopy tomorrow, I had to take a laxative and believe me it works. I can seat here, but everytime I stand up, I have to......well RUN to the bathroom.<br /><br />Oh, well I hungry too. I'm going to try to clean some and do some laundry between trips.<br /><br />I promise to go to bed before 3.dadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2827088876363385013.post-1592139497634091992007-10-18T02:31:00.000-04:002007-10-18T02:32:16.676-04:00hidadto5http://www.blogger.com/profile/04971095114168994745noreply@blogger.com0