Wish You Were Here

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Happy New Year!


Well, the Year of the Dog is officially over (this is the year for babies born in 1970). But it's nothing to fret about. It's been a year of changes and for some it's been quite a rollercoaster of a ride. I am looking forward to the New Year...at least this year I won't have to deal with the aftermath of a dissolved relationship, the selling of a house...and the nightmare of a renovation gone bad. I am just hoping to get through the rest of this school year without resorting to some sort of violence. The stupidity that continues to exist in my district has me at wits end. But I'm looking for a way out...perhaps I'll pursue my original dream which was to be a MFCC. I have been looking into programs and I think I've found one which will allow me to continue to teach while I pursue my masters and certificate. We'll see.

I hope that 2007 will be good one for us all. :) We have many more changes in store for us...and the thought of our group expanding with little 'uns makes me giddy. Just don't ask me to change any diapers. I can hold them...maybe even feed them, but that's about all I can handle at the moment.

I hope to see you all sooner than later. Until then, my friends...HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Much love,
C

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Warning - this is not safe for work!!

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Greetings from Stockholm

No, we're not waiting for the mother ship. We had our Scandinavian business review this week and all went well. The highlight of the trip was our evening in the Icebar in Stockholm (above with Chris Marsh and Gordon Ho, two VPs of Marketing from Burbank). Everything down to the glasses was made of ice hence to ultra stylish smocks we were required to wear.

We're having an extremely good quarter as Pirates 2, Cars and High School Musical top the charts. It means a bit of extra stress and work through Christmas but the results will be worth it.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Samuel Lee Whitman

Mo & David's baby boy was born yesterday, December 5th, at around 6 p.m. He weighed 6 pounds and 10 ounces and was 19.5 inches long.

I guess that Mo's blood pressure was pretty high yesterday and they induced labor. No word on whether or not her BP has gone down since then.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Holiday Fun

I just read Dave's post. Funny shit. I can't compete with that.


But - I just got my despair.com calendar for 2006 and it was so funny it made me cry. If you've never heard of this before, Despair, Inc publishes those motivational style posters, but uses really funny, sad, sarcastic slogans.

The calendars are totally customizable. I chose my 12 favorites. You can even put dates on the calendar, but who has time for that.

For example:



Fatherhood 101: The Fundamentals

It was with great pride and some trepidation that I approached the dinner table tonight. I knew it was time for my little girl to learn one of life’s more valuable lessons yet I was saddened to subject her to the tribulation one must endure to learn said lesson. Following are the detailed instructions and the final test for when your children reach this important milestone:

1. The father begins the family meal as usual with no signs that anything is awry in any way.

2. The unsuspecting child behaves as usual (throwing food on the floor, spilling milk, singing Wheels on the Bus, and/or unceasingly asking, “why?”).

3. The father then waits for the mother to excuse herself from the table at some point during the meal. The mother is not accomplice to this particular milestone event (she is in fact the second dupe once removed [see below]), but mothers often must bustle about during the family meal to fetch more milk, replace fallen utensils, or visit the bathroom.

4. The father, then being left alone with the child, begins to look inquiringly about the room.

5. The child will invariably notice and also begin looking about the room in hopes of discovering the object of the seemingly impromptu inquest.

6. The father’s probing gaze and full attention eventually come to his own hand.

7. The child will notice this as well and wonder what crime the hand could have committed for the father will have been affecting a very serious expression throughout the search and apparent discovery.

8. The father then raises the suspect appendage to his nose, makes a slight olfactory investigation of his own hand, and says the key phrase to the entire rite of passage: “Does your hand smell like peanut butter?”

9. The child, being wildly curious about how father’s hand can have come to smell like peanut butter will hook, line, and proverbial sinker buy the false information and be slightly fearful and vestedly interested to determine if she herself is also afflicted with the same malady.

10. The child looks askance at her own hand.

11. The father then takes full advantage of the child’s hand being voluntarily placed in front of her own face and mildly strikes the back of her hand sending it directly into her pate.

12. Then, as the child feels duped, slightly confused, and mostly embarrassed, the father laughs heartily with intermittent guffaws. Belly holding and knee slapping are helpful, but not necessary. For some particular children, though, pointing and mockery may be required as well as slow-motion, dumb show reenactments with exaggerated gestures and facial expressions.

This completes the training. The full test comes immediately when mother returns to the table. The father waits with great anticipation to see if the child has learned anything from this event. The final test scores as follows:

A: Child performs the exercise perfectly for mother (A+ if the mother is fully duped)
B: Child performs the exercise well, but must be reminded of the verbatim wording.
C: Child asks mother if her hand smells like peanut butter but does not pursue the completion (if mother looks inquiringly at father, father simply plays dumb and says, “hmph, why would she say something like that?”)
D: Child tells mother what father has done.
F: Child cries

My eyes welled happily as Abby passed this rite swimmingly.