What’s ‘appen’d ta da Int’rnet? Tis slow as one o’ Auntie Perls steries.
Tired
I haven’t done a thing and I’m tired. I need a nap.
Ah! Naked toddler…
Enjoying the kids
I enjoyed a tea party with Amy, then Noah’s friend’s mother and sister arrived to pick him up. Fortunely I had the boys wash their hands, arms, knees, legs and feet when they came in so they were pretty clean. I should have cleaned their shoes.
Tommy rose for a snack, was denied and returned to his room.
Amy just threw her tea pot away.
From the Mouths of Babes
“Swipper swipping. He’s hiding.”
Awakenings
Amy woke talkative. She said “My bot fell down” because her pacifier had fallen, or been pushed, out of the crib and between the crib and the wall.
8 year olds acting like…well…8 year olds!
I blinked and the boys were digging holes in the ditch. Nothing better than becoming reputable as the household that lets your kids cover over and get stinkin muddy. Wasn’t this the same friend that mud happened to last time?
To Blog or Not to Blog?
Is this blogging on such a personal level a bad idea?
Certainly I’ve spilled much information that is not readily available about me; however, nothing I write is information that I would not willingly disclose in person. I lived a lot of my life being very careful to reveal as little about myself and my philosophies to those around me. My thinking was: Why trouble them with too much information about me? Why not get privilege by allowing them to make certain assumptions about my wealth, capabilities, etc? Simple answer: karmic debt, honesty, right from wrong, and so forth. Why not share information? To really know a person is to build trust.
I enjoy my life. I take pleasure in thinking that others might enjoy it also. Of course, the biggest bonus of the blog is that relatives who might get a call once a week or every few weeks and friends that would otherwise get a call a quarter or maybe a call around Christmas are now able to keep up with us day to day and share in the laughs and empathise with the challenges.
Shouldn’t life be more private?
Life happens once. I missed out on stories from family members and friends that are now dead and gone. I would love to read their lives. Perhaps one day my great grandchildren will enjoy some insight into my life and what it was like to live during these times.
Isn’t it crazy to reveal your debts? Isn’t that no ones business?
99% of my life is focused on getting out of debt. My day to day decisions are driven by my ability or inability to pay for something. My debt will decide if my kids go to college, decide if I get to retire, decide if I can provide extra opportunities for my family and so much more. The bulk of my stress is centered around the trap of high interest credit cards, the threats of lawsuits, loss of property, dollar driven lack of self-esteem in my children, debtors prison, etc. Why should my story of my battle with debt not be public? Hopefully it will come with a happy ending that doesn’t involve a lottery ticket. Any potential employer can pull my credit report. It’s all there.
Why not pick a topic and focus on your expertise? An online magazine effectively?
I could greatly enjoy that. However, that would be a different blog for a different purpose and right now I don’t have the luxury of adding that to my plate. I would expect a greater level of organization and effort from myself for such a publication.
Can’t this negatively affect your opportunities for jobs?
Most definitely! My writing is frequently negative. It’s easier to write when one is down. Look at all our most famous writers. They were depressed druggies and alcoholics running out to the woods to escape their troubles. For every negative thought I put down on paper or in a blog I have dozens of happy thoughts to counter it. I like to keep the happy thoughts in my head and let the negative ones out so they do hang around to trouble me. As for affecting jobs, peoples attitudes toward me, etc, well that’s just something they have to live with. My writing doesn’t change my talents and abilities. I’m not going to do something stupid like write about company secrets or risk breaching security by publishing work related information. I could easily see a hiring manager using the blog as an excuse to not hire; that would be dumb on their part. I’m a hard worker. Nothing changes that.
I am certainly never going to be running for president. I have not the lack of morals, the money, nor the education for such a position. The worst thing that could happen is that I get a job in Oak Ridge that requires a clearance and the blog comes into question.
Are you bothered that your enemies might revel in your hardships?
What enemies? And who cares?
Aren’t you wasting a lot of time?
Sometimes. But usually I blog when I’m otherwise unable to be working on anything else. Or I do it as that smaller reward for completing a task. I think anytime “wasted” is made up in staying in touch with those important to me, better communications with my wife, and having a searchable archive of my life. I have used my blog to look up dates and times of things that have happened as the information was needed in a phone call or a meeting. It makes for a great documentation tool.
Who asked these questions?
🙂 I did. I thought it funny. I also tried to imagine myself being interviewed say by some investigative reporter.
Physics lessons
Brain Stud Noah is in the street playing hockey with his friend. His friend refused to wear Sarah’s rollerblades so he was in shoes while Noah was skating. Noah removes the skates and chooses to play barefoot.
Pick your battles Dad! I think this one has its own lesson.
Summer buddies
One of Noah’s friends has joined us.
Tommy rises and in his words "just in time for lun…
Tommy rises and in his words “just in time for lunch”
Nap time
Amy choses to nap. Tommy remains napping.
Girls off to play
Cathy and Sarah are off to Libby Lu’s to get made-up with the rest of her girl scout troop. This is their final activity until the fall.
I’m at home with a weepy Amy. She smashed her finger badly. I’m surprised she didn’t loose the tip of it! The tylenol appears to have kicked in and Dora the Explorer is helping. It will be nap time soon.
Noah is watching Dora with Amy and he’s participating.
Tommy returned to bed when his biological father called. I said “Hello _____” and Tommy ran to his room and hid under his covers. He has not come back out yet and that was over an hour ago.

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This Morning
Got on the horn to tech support to try to get wife’s email recovered. Keep yer fingers crossed.
I feel almost hungover this morning. I guess I didn’t sleep well. Head throbbing. Eyes blurry. Had really bizarre dreams. The memorable one was action adventure style in full color centered around a mysterious museum with myself as a law enforcement agent partnered with a female law enforcement agent trying to prevent this guy who also claimed to be law enforcement from stealing some artifact with mysterious powers. (too much television).
Last Night
Horrific experience as Amy fell head first from her sister’s bed. She’s ok. Sarah was very upset.
Productivity
Spent the afternoon catching up with an old college friend and helping clean her computer of adware.