What an interesting day.
I went mountain biking at Mills Loop today, and sure enough, wore myself out. The fact that I went in the first place isn't what's interesting; what's interesting is that fact that there was a guy there that was flying around the loop, as though this was competition. I was in awe the entire time, because just like everyone else, I secretly wished that I was someone else (that guy) for a moment. As I continue with the story, you'll understand why I no longer wish to be that guy.
I was trudging up this hillside (which in all actuality feel more like riding up a cliff) when I heard this guy coming around. He was yelling, "On the left," which is just plain safe. I therefore was expecting him to fly past me, which he did. What I wasn't expecting was the huge CRUNCH after the pass. I got off my bike and ran back to see what was going on. The poor guy apparently miscalculated the turn and wound up on some rocks. Not just any old rocks, because when it rains, it pours. No, these were the kind of rocks that nature sharpened for special occasions like this. He sat screaming in his puddle of blood, and I rushed over to help him. I asked some guy (we'll call him Joe) to call 911 so that we could get the guy out of there, but the moron just kept staring. I asked again; alas, I realized that Joe was wearing his "I'm stupid" sign. The whole time this was going on, the guy that fell was still bleeding, and no one else bothered to offer to help or call. Luckily for us, there was a maintenance guy going around that was able to call for help.
What's the moral of the story? Never help anyone, just pray that a maintenance worker will magically appear.
Other than that, Operation: Get a New Mattress is still underway. Yeah, it seems like we'll never get a great night's sleep now, knowing that in a week or less we'll have the best sleep ever. We'll have to see what happens.
I'm going to start posting more pictures, by the way. I really need to make these things more interesting. I hope you all have a great night/day, and thanks for reading!
Emile
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Friday, February 4, 2011
Day Ten. What a day.
Hey people!
So today was alright. There were a lot of ups and downs. ...because we went in an elevator. HA! Okay, that was a bad joke. Which reminds me: I'm going to start including a joke every now and then. ...for a little variety. Hopefully you don't get the "there's two minutes of my life I'll never get back" feeling after you read it.
So today. Yeah, Ethan was being a pest, but that's normal for a kid his age that's on the tail end of a cold. On a serious note, I always wonder if my kids even like me. There has not been one point where they want to come to me lately. It's always "Mommy!" Never me. I guess I need to stop being the bad guy; stop giving them time-outs. Just today was a prime example of how they'd rather be with someone else instead of me. I was wrestling with Ethan, my old man walked by the room, just passing, and Ethan stopped wrestling, ran to him, and cried when I got near him. I don't know. I'll figure it out sometime soon.
I know that I usually have a story of something funny that happened during the day, but unfortunately I don't today. It was just full of bad drivers. I am pretty upset that Anchor Blue is closing down, though. That's the only place that has jeans that fit me well. I don't like the Kohl's crap jeans that cost 2-3x more than Anchor Blue, and there's never enough room in the legs. Oh well. That's another story.
So in the short period of time that I wrote this, I decided to not do jokes. I figure that most people don't want to read them anyway, generally because they're too long. However, since I told you that I would, I'm going to do a short one just this once. Here goes.
Why do oysters never donate to charities?
Because they're shellfish.
=oD
Good night, folks. Thanks for reading.
Emile
So today was alright. There were a lot of ups and downs. ...because we went in an elevator. HA! Okay, that was a bad joke. Which reminds me: I'm going to start including a joke every now and then. ...for a little variety. Hopefully you don't get the "there's two minutes of my life I'll never get back" feeling after you read it.
So today. Yeah, Ethan was being a pest, but that's normal for a kid his age that's on the tail end of a cold. On a serious note, I always wonder if my kids even like me. There has not been one point where they want to come to me lately. It's always "Mommy!" Never me. I guess I need to stop being the bad guy; stop giving them time-outs. Just today was a prime example of how they'd rather be with someone else instead of me. I was wrestling with Ethan, my old man walked by the room, just passing, and Ethan stopped wrestling, ran to him, and cried when I got near him. I don't know. I'll figure it out sometime soon.
I know that I usually have a story of something funny that happened during the day, but unfortunately I don't today. It was just full of bad drivers. I am pretty upset that Anchor Blue is closing down, though. That's the only place that has jeans that fit me well. I don't like the Kohl's crap jeans that cost 2-3x more than Anchor Blue, and there's never enough room in the legs. Oh well. That's another story.
So in the short period of time that I wrote this, I decided to not do jokes. I figure that most people don't want to read them anyway, generally because they're too long. However, since I told you that I would, I'm going to do a short one just this once. Here goes.
Why do oysters never donate to charities?
Because they're shellfish.
=oD
Good night, folks. Thanks for reading.
Emile
Day Nine. Sweet.
So today was an awesome day. I went to Disneyland with the family and went on a ton of rides. Of course, I can't say that it was all that and a bag of chips (because the bag of chips would have cost about $4, even though the bag clearly states "$.99"), but it was pretty awesome. Alexis was in a bad mood, so all she wanted was Mommy, but in a way, it worked out because my son got to hang out with me. In other words, he is roller coaster friendly, and now asks to go on rides with Daddy instead of Mommy.
Daddy: 1
Mommy: 0
I love keeping score of things. Especially when I'm winning.
I don't know what it is about some of the people at Disneyland, though. I know that if you go to a place that you have to walk a lot, you want to be as comfortable as possible; however, when you show up to a place where there are kids, put your buttcrack AWAY. For good. No one wants to see that. I was walking to the rockets with my son, and this big lady bent over to pick up something that she dropped, and BAM!!! Facefull of crack. What made it worse was the underwear she was wearing: leopard print. Scarred me forever.
It looked like a walrus flossing.
Candidate number 2 was a tall guy that looked like he was sagging because he couldn't find pants that were long enough for him. Anyway, he sat down next to us at the Pizza Port, and then it happened. His crack was seriously being aired out. I really canNOT believe that this guy didn't feel that, too. There's no way at all. How do I know this? His butt was on the seat. Looks like Disneyland is going to have to burn that bench now.
After all is said and done, though, today was great. I'm glad that I got to spend some time with my little buddy. I wouldn't trade the time back for anything.
I hope all of you have an excellent night. Thanks for reading! Knowing that someone reads it is my motivation. Take care!
Emile
Daddy: 1
Mommy: 0
I love keeping score of things. Especially when I'm winning.
I don't know what it is about some of the people at Disneyland, though. I know that if you go to a place that you have to walk a lot, you want to be as comfortable as possible; however, when you show up to a place where there are kids, put your buttcrack AWAY. For good. No one wants to see that. I was walking to the rockets with my son, and this big lady bent over to pick up something that she dropped, and BAM!!! Facefull of crack. What made it worse was the underwear she was wearing: leopard print. Scarred me forever.
It looked like a walrus flossing.
Candidate number 2 was a tall guy that looked like he was sagging because he couldn't find pants that were long enough for him. Anyway, he sat down next to us at the Pizza Port, and then it happened. His crack was seriously being aired out. I really canNOT believe that this guy didn't feel that, too. There's no way at all. How do I know this? His butt was on the seat. Looks like Disneyland is going to have to burn that bench now.
After all is said and done, though, today was great. I'm glad that I got to spend some time with my little buddy. I wouldn't trade the time back for anything.
I hope all of you have an excellent night. Thanks for reading! Knowing that someone reads it is my motivation. Take care!
Emile
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Day Eight. Can't wait!
HA!
No, I didn't laugh because something absolutely hilarious happened to me today. I laughed because there is NO way that I will ever get one of these blogs up by midnight. No matter how hard I try, I know that there is way too much to do before I can even hop on the net.
Anyway, today, I had to go back into the wicked Walgreens. ...and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, the same employees were there. Oh yes, the same ones that had to pick up my daughter's mess. As I walked in, I'm pretty sure that I saw a few double-takes, followed by stares. The back of my head caught fire when people realized that yes, I was the one in there yesterday. I made my way to the pharmacy again, and sure enough, the same assistant was there. I think they just live there. She asked if I had my kids ID#s, and I told her that I didn't because our insurance company said that Walgreens could look it up by MY number. Of course, the assistant didn't believe that I called, because they would normally give the ID#s right away, so she called the insurance company. After a brief conversation, the assistant hung up. I politely asked her if she got the ID#s. She looked puzzled/embarassed, and said that she didn't. My look of query quickly turned into a smirk. I love being right.
EMILE: 2
WALGREENS: 0
I hope all of you had a great day today, and I hope tomorrow will be even better. "Take care of yourselves. ...and each other." -Jerry Springer
Emile
No, I didn't laugh because something absolutely hilarious happened to me today. I laughed because there is NO way that I will ever get one of these blogs up by midnight. No matter how hard I try, I know that there is way too much to do before I can even hop on the net.
Anyway, today, I had to go back into the wicked Walgreens. ...and WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, the same employees were there. Oh yes, the same ones that had to pick up my daughter's mess. As I walked in, I'm pretty sure that I saw a few double-takes, followed by stares. The back of my head caught fire when people realized that yes, I was the one in there yesterday. I made my way to the pharmacy again, and sure enough, the same assistant was there. I think they just live there. She asked if I had my kids ID#s, and I told her that I didn't because our insurance company said that Walgreens could look it up by MY number. Of course, the assistant didn't believe that I called, because they would normally give the ID#s right away, so she called the insurance company. After a brief conversation, the assistant hung up. I politely asked her if she got the ID#s. She looked puzzled/embarassed, and said that she didn't. My look of query quickly turned into a smirk. I love being right.
EMILE: 2
WALGREENS: 0
I hope all of you had a great day today, and I hope tomorrow will be even better. "Take care of yourselves. ...and each other." -Jerry Springer
Emile
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
DAY SEVEN! One whole week!
Woo hoo! I finally made it to my one week mark. To celebrate, I've changed my page design! See?
Okay, so, today was pretty eventful. After a night with less than 3 hours of sleep for both Amanda and me, since the kids wouldn't sleep any longer than 40 minutes at a time, then stay awake for another half an hour, I took the kids to the doctor. They're both fine, they're just being babies about it.
Ha.
Anyway, the same two little trolls that I have, aka Hellfire and Damnation, have been in terrible moods due to sickness. As a result, I was a little bit on edge after hearing the name "Daddy" roughly 60 kabillion times in a matter of minutes. While driving home from the doctor's office, I stopped at Walgreens to put in the prescriptions.
Then the trouble started.
I got out of the car with the kids, and both of them were ELATED to not have to be in the house. Needless to say, they found out that they can't run down the aisles with their hands in the racks because it makes a mess that Daddy has to clean up. After a few rounds of that, I made my way to the pharmacy. The assistant that took my information must have known that a large, on-edge black man was on his way there because I swear she was just acting like a total nimrod to get my blood pressure up. She asked for the kids' medical cards, and I told her that I only had mine, to which she replied that she could look them up off of my card anyway. Apparently, 2 minutes later, she had absolutely no recollection of ever telling me that statement, and told me that she needs the kids' cards. I asked her, "Didn't you say you could look it up by the policy number?" She had the audacity to say, "Well, sir, if I could do that, I would have told you that."
Shortly after I came to from being so livid and annoyed by cracked voiced prepubescent 17 year old, I had the greatest idea ever (which, in retrospect, really sucked for the innocent employees that had to deal with it). My daughter had her hand out, since she was doing the "limp noodle" thing to me, so I just walked a little bit closer to all the automotive stuff. Oh yeah. Roughly 40 bottles of oil and ArmorAll lay in the middle of aisle 8, and I walked out scott-free (who would blame a 19 month old for a mess that was made?), the happiest man in the Inland Empire.
Emile: 1
Walgreens: 0
Emile
Okay, so, today was pretty eventful. After a night with less than 3 hours of sleep for both Amanda and me, since the kids wouldn't sleep any longer than 40 minutes at a time, then stay awake for another half an hour, I took the kids to the doctor. They're both fine, they're just being babies about it.
Ha.
Anyway, the same two little trolls that I have, aka Hellfire and Damnation, have been in terrible moods due to sickness. As a result, I was a little bit on edge after hearing the name "Daddy" roughly 60 kabillion times in a matter of minutes. While driving home from the doctor's office, I stopped at Walgreens to put in the prescriptions.
Then the trouble started.
I got out of the car with the kids, and both of them were ELATED to not have to be in the house. Needless to say, they found out that they can't run down the aisles with their hands in the racks because it makes a mess that Daddy has to clean up. After a few rounds of that, I made my way to the pharmacy. The assistant that took my information must have known that a large, on-edge black man was on his way there because I swear she was just acting like a total nimrod to get my blood pressure up. She asked for the kids' medical cards, and I told her that I only had mine, to which she replied that she could look them up off of my card anyway. Apparently, 2 minutes later, she had absolutely no recollection of ever telling me that statement, and told me that she needs the kids' cards. I asked her, "Didn't you say you could look it up by the policy number?" She had the audacity to say, "Well, sir, if I could do that, I would have told you that."
Shortly after I came to from being so livid and annoyed by cracked voiced prepubescent 17 year old, I had the greatest idea ever (which, in retrospect, really sucked for the innocent employees that had to deal with it). My daughter had her hand out, since she was doing the "limp noodle" thing to me, so I just walked a little bit closer to all the automotive stuff. Oh yeah. Roughly 40 bottles of oil and ArmorAll lay in the middle of aisle 8, and I walked out scott-free (who would blame a 19 month old for a mess that was made?), the happiest man in the Inland Empire.
Emile: 1
Walgreens: 0
Emile
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Day Six. ...I think.
Hey people!
Okay, so today was actually pretty cool. I went to school and totally kicked its butt. I also saw one of my friends there, so that made it pretty cool.
Anyway, I started off in my nutrition class. The assignment was to bring in an apple that we thought was medium sized. I didn't have any available apples, so I stopped at Albertsons to pick one up. I'm pretty sure that I know what "medium-sized" is, but all of the apples that they had were HUGE. I picked the smallest one and took it to school, where I weighed it. It came out to 274 grams, more than half of what a medium-sized apple should be, not to mention that it was the largest apple in the class by 85 grams. ...and sure enough, I'm not a small guy, so it just made everything look worse. Whatever. I ate it anyway.
I then went to my Spanish class. This class is insane. Not the class itself, but the teacher. Get this: She's a 5'11 Chinese woman who was born in China, grew up in Bolivia, has a heavy British accent, and has a husband that only speaks German. Of their five kids, three still live at home. The other two live in Argentina and Quebec, Canada. Seriously? I don't even know where to begin with this lady.
Math class is about as exciting as watering cement. Oh yeah. This teacher has a thick German accent that a ceramic knife couldn't cut through. He made us do a math problem that took 35 minutes to solve. Really now, that's totally unnecessary. Dear Math, solve your own problems. Thank you.
I then had PE, but since we're babysitting for some good friends while they're out of town, I just came home to help Amanda out. It's not very easy to have five kids running around the house when my own two are both sick, but these kids are awesome. I love them like my own.
...unless you try to get them to do their homework. Just kidding.
Well, it's now officially Tuesday, and I have to get up at 6:30. The joys of parenting. Take care, and all of you have an amazing day.
Emile
Okay, so today was actually pretty cool. I went to school and totally kicked its butt. I also saw one of my friends there, so that made it pretty cool.
Anyway, I started off in my nutrition class. The assignment was to bring in an apple that we thought was medium sized. I didn't have any available apples, so I stopped at Albertsons to pick one up. I'm pretty sure that I know what "medium-sized" is, but all of the apples that they had were HUGE. I picked the smallest one and took it to school, where I weighed it. It came out to 274 grams, more than half of what a medium-sized apple should be, not to mention that it was the largest apple in the class by 85 grams. ...and sure enough, I'm not a small guy, so it just made everything look worse. Whatever. I ate it anyway.
I then went to my Spanish class. This class is insane. Not the class itself, but the teacher. Get this: She's a 5'11 Chinese woman who was born in China, grew up in Bolivia, has a heavy British accent, and has a husband that only speaks German. Of their five kids, three still live at home. The other two live in Argentina and Quebec, Canada. Seriously? I don't even know where to begin with this lady.
Math class is about as exciting as watering cement. Oh yeah. This teacher has a thick German accent that a ceramic knife couldn't cut through. He made us do a math problem that took 35 minutes to solve. Really now, that's totally unnecessary. Dear Math, solve your own problems. Thank you.
I then had PE, but since we're babysitting for some good friends while they're out of town, I just came home to help Amanda out. It's not very easy to have five kids running around the house when my own two are both sick, but these kids are awesome. I love them like my own.
...unless you try to get them to do their homework. Just kidding.
Well, it's now officially Tuesday, and I have to get up at 6:30. The joys of parenting. Take care, and all of you have an amazing day.
Emile
Monday, January 31, 2011
Day Five. Yes.
THEY ARE HERE.
TOTAL
BRUTAL
AWESOMENESS.
That's right, folks, Awaken the Tide. We are here, we are strong, and we're here to stay. We're also goofy, but hey, everyone needs some laughs. Our pictures are in, and we've never looked better. Another thank you to Richard Rasner and Pickles, who made this happen.
So, now that the good stuff's been said, today was a decent day. Aside from both of the kids being sick, Amanda being sick, and helping a close friend move in the rain, the day was welcome. I needed a little bit of rain (which of course brings snow).
You know, even though I was stuck at home with 3 sickees, it felt great to have a little family togetherness. Since my school schedule dominates my Mondays and Wednesdays, any time that we can have together as a family is awesome. I think that I've realized something that I never noticed before: I have a son AND a daughter.
Just kidding.
My son and my daughter get along a lot better than most siblings. Whenever Ethan decides that he wants to play with something, and Alexis tries to take it, he gives Alexis a different toy to play with, and that usually calms her down. I really hope that this is how it will be for their lives: they take care of each other.
Sorry I didn't have much to say, gang, but I promise that tomorrow will be better. Take care.
Emile
TOTAL
AWESOMENESS.
That's right, folks, Awaken the Tide. We are here, we are strong, and we're here to stay. We're also goofy, but hey, everyone needs some laughs. Our pictures are in, and we've never looked better. Another thank you to Richard Rasner and Pickles, who made this happen.
So, now that the good stuff's been said, today was a decent day. Aside from both of the kids being sick, Amanda being sick, and helping a close friend move in the rain, the day was welcome. I needed a little bit of rain (which of course brings snow).
You know, even though I was stuck at home with 3 sickees, it felt great to have a little family togetherness. Since my school schedule dominates my Mondays and Wednesdays, any time that we can have together as a family is awesome. I think that I've realized something that I never noticed before: I have a son AND a daughter.
Just kidding.
My son and my daughter get along a lot better than most siblings. Whenever Ethan decides that he wants to play with something, and Alexis tries to take it, he gives Alexis a different toy to play with, and that usually calms her down. I really hope that this is how it will be for their lives: they take care of each other.
Sorry I didn't have much to say, gang, but I promise that tomorrow will be better. Take care.
Emile
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