Cathy: "Spit the cat out."
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Death to electronics!
I held onto my Razr flip phone way too long. Eventually the battery soldered to the circuit board died and I was unable to replace it. Thus began my life with a smartphone and do I ever love it! So much of my life revolves around the applications in my iPhone 3GS that I feel uncomfortable without them. I joke that without my iPhone, my IQ drops 10 points. Last night, my iPhone died. The Apple Store says the hard drive failed or something internal died. I asked, "is it the battery?" They replied flatly, "No." I suspect it is the battery and ordered a replacement. We shall see in two days.
In other electronic deaths, my laptop’s battery has given up the ghost. Maybe I just need to return to the woods.
It’s the journey
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And we camped!
Evan and I just returned from our first camping trip to the Cosby Campground in the GSMNP. Greenbrier used to be my hideaway in the Smokies and is still one of my favorite spots. Cosby is on the Greenbrier side of the mountains and was a wonderful experience! Our scouts, their parents, their support, our pack, its support, the attitudes, the adventures and the weather were all great…better…they were perfect! This is one of those father/son bonding experiences that had so many precious moments that this trip will always hold a special place in my heart.
Time
The trouble is that by the time you are done with your 2nd and 3rd job, you are too tired to do all those things you want to do with the family.
From the mouths of babes
Me: "Who picked their nose and put boogers on the wall?"
Blushing child: "I sneezed."
What is a disenfranchised voter?
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Miniature weekend
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Booring
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My life as Red: That 70s Show
It’s no secret that I want to be that tv dad…you know, Bill Cosby or Tim Allen or the like. I successfully channeled Alan Shure for a while. I think I’m maturing to be more like the dad in Modern Family. Truth be told, I’m much more like Red from That 70s Show. When you have teenagers and pets the words "hey dumbass" roll off the tongue so naturally.
So, I suppose I’ve achieved tv dad status after all…just not the one I had hoped to be.
Tolerate the political posts
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Labor Day Boo
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Life
Sometimes it feels like you are playing Trade Wars for real…and losing.
Brain Cloud
Sometimes the mind simply needs a rest.
WWI still going
And glacier melt has revealed 100 square meters of World War I munitions. The comments on that article are saddening.
