tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30450746947701675522024-03-05T08:40:53.038-06:00Stay at Home Dad of TripletsWARNING! THIS BLOG CONTAINS PROFUSE SARCASM. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE OR GET SARCASM PLEASE STOP READING. YES, I MEAN YOU. A self-proclaimed work-aholic has a new job... raising our triplets! If you enjoy sarcasm, dry humor and a bit of bantering then read on. If not, I feel sad for you:)The Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.comBlogger718125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-85231913498377121992014-10-25T10:59:00.002-05:002014-10-25T10:59:48.896-05:00It's been a while....A lot has changed... where to start?<br />
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First, I actually have a real full time job. Why? in short... God. The CFO quit her job the same day that I started my new job. We took a HUGE pay cut but we have not regretted the decision even for one day. For every dollar we gave up we got more time together as a family.<br />
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I will hopefully post more soon. I want to but I have a job:)<br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-64733696657800803472013-03-24T22:58:00.001-05:002013-03-24T22:58:16.252-05:00www.stayathometripletdad.comYes, I am getting back into blogging after a long hiatus. Unfortunately I think it is therapy which means if I was not doing it then I was "good" right? So now I am screwed up again? Or wait... is it just the realization and I was once again fooling myself... much to ponder.<br />
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<i>I am not strong on perfection.</i><br /><b>Jasper Johns</b><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-63361431606457325812012-02-05T22:18:00.002-06:002012-02-05T22:18:12.653-06:00Coming up on four years! www.stayathometripletdad.comI can't believe it has almost been four years as a SAHD! I am now posting on www.stayathometripletdad.com.<br />
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Have a great day!<br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-8362463018323476682011-03-11T07:03:00.001-06:002011-03-11T07:04:15.363-06:00Still on the new siteI am still posting at <a href="http://www.stayathometripletdad.com/">www.stayathometripletdad.com</a> but I thought I would share what is now my favorite quote as I also despise glitter:<br />
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<b>Glitter is the herpes of arts and crafts.</b><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-80248781038917894952011-02-04T07:18:00.002-06:002011-03-01T16:33:00.170-06:00A new web site for the blogAfter much debate (internally) I have decided to get my own URL for my blog, <a href="http://www.stayathometripletdad.com/">www.stayathometripletdad.com</a>. I have put up my first post there. I still have a week to change my mind but I think private hosting is the way I want to go. <br />
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Don't worry, if I do use it exclusively I will keep this one up and linked to the new one!<br />
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<b>Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts.</b><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-25152081185723470192011-02-03T08:48:00.000-06:002011-02-03T08:48:28.204-06:00We are killing some trees nowAs with me when the Triplets get into something new they REALLY get into it! After having a boys sleep over at Nuke Doc's house the Triplets have enjoyed doing color by numbers and mazes that they, yes they, print off the internet. They print, draw, color and tape <i>(in their room)</i> quite a bit these days. It is a good thing we get deals on paper from Staples and buy one get one on tape from Publix:)<br />
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She came back to say that she cancelled the TX one and was having the Roomba that was sent there shipped back to them and they would send me another one. OK, no worries. I went online and ordered another Roomba to replace the one they refunded me for. Did I mention that the credit card company does not show a refund yet:) I checked the tracking numbers Monday on the new one I ordered and the original replacement Roomba they sent. My order was to be delivered Tuesday, good. The replacement somehow got re-routed to where I live now and was out for delivery! Wait, what is that, NO! Right after UPS says "out for delivery" it says "sender requests return of package." IDIOTS. <br />
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I called Hammacher again yesterday morning and after getting in a fight with the voice unrecognition software (I had to disparage it's code by asking it how many punch cards the programmer had to put in to change a setting) I finally got to talk to a carbon based life form. She said that she could see where the UPS package was headed back to them so she would send out another Roomba, the other person had not sent one out. BTW, she confirmed the missing refund.<br />
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When we got home from the YMCA yesterday we were greeted by not one Roomba but two! I would call Hammacher to let them know but I do not have another 20 minutes to donate to this cause. I bet a third one shows up Friday:)<br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-88346121100240476272011-02-01T07:38:00.001-06:002011-02-01T07:38:50.948-06:00Bring on the StereotypesI try to periodically read other SAHD's blogs and a few other websites like <a href="http://athomedad.org/">AtHomeDad.org</a>. They, like me, periodically discuss the way they are treated as SAHDs and/or Fathers. It seems there is a stereotype out there of SAHDs and Fathers that we are well... inept bafoons at best and miscreants at worst. Even the <a href="http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/01/28/daddy-discrimination/">NY Times is taking up for men</a>.<br />
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But as two of my best friends always remind me, there is some truth to stereotypes and many play out to be true in a lot of instances. Of course that would mean that Doctors are selfish egomaniacs that have a God complex and little regard for others as everyone else is beneath them not to mention less educated. Luckily we know that is just not true:) <br />
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Instead of fighting the stereotype I am trying to use it to my advantage. I look like a hero if the kids are dressed when we leave the house. Can you imagine any self respecting Mother taking their kids out without combing/brushing their hair? What about in uncoordinated clothes? Dirty faces? I think not! My boys make bed-head look good:) Now I do brush out my Princesses hair every day as I know there is a line that is not to be crossed. But I get A LOT of leeway when it comes to taking care of the kids, doing laundry, cleaning the house and much of the other "Woman's work" that I do on a daily basis. <br />
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As a white male I feel that it would be wrong of me to get all fired up about being "discriminated" against as I have benefited from so many stereotypes. For decades and centuries, heck, since we made a "bad choice" in the Garden of Eden Men have received preferential treatment from EVERYONE. So if I periodically run into some ignorant, small/closed minded idiots that judge me on my gender then I figure I should/can just suck it up and take it. Heck, I really do thank God every day that I am a guy. <br />
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<b>The nice thing about egotists is that they don't talk about other people.</b><br />
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<b>If it can't be fixed by duct tape or WD-40, it's a female problem. </b><br />
<i>Jason Love</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-33754742110380906962011-01-25T09:11:00.000-06:002011-01-25T09:11:49.488-06:00Good dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4iOY0a-MbEskKD-eQNubrbFDcPnKxJhIJaKvgzj3-ghLj_Povt7udi71bVKt3a2msFGkAgcCZesk3wq_V-2yBERV9nybqH0kEgUsbSjgnB3ZQwSTaT8lsSmITQR9_v-8vEm1GMKxV_M/s1600/DSC_2622watermarked.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4iOY0a-MbEskKD-eQNubrbFDcPnKxJhIJaKvgzj3-ghLj_Povt7udi71bVKt3a2msFGkAgcCZesk3wq_V-2yBERV9nybqH0kEgUsbSjgnB3ZQwSTaT8lsSmITQR9_v-8vEm1GMKxV_M/s320/DSC_2622watermarked.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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But before we do that I want to try some tough love. Last night I kicked him out of bed twice to sleep on the floor and took him back to his bed the third time at 4am. I know it will be a bit tough for a while but if we hold the line it should get better, right? :)<br />
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<b>I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.</b><br />
<i>Noel Coward (1899 - 1973)</i><br />
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<i>Liza Minnelli (1946 - )</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-34323314101816122192011-01-21T06:36:00.002-06:002011-01-21T06:36:01.014-06:00How do you people do it?We have two Roombas left over from our time as DINKs (dual income no kids). If you are not familiar with these little guys they can be a great tool in the battle against dog hair and kid mess. What kind of kid mess? Primarily food and play-doh. Roomba has to main advantages... One, it is a start it and forget it underling. Unlike other underlings it will go about it's business with very little to no assistance. Two, it goes under couches and chairs. I am amazed at how much dust and dirt finds it way under furniture. Now if we are at someone's house and something goes under a couch I am a bit more hesitant to reach under it blindly:)<br />
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Unfortunately, as our Preacher reminds us, we live in a fallen world. One of my Roombas seemed to be the target of some evil spirit. The brushes stopped turning. I did what any SAHD would do, I took it apart! I found the culprit... dirt, dust and dog hair or as I call them the dirty d's. I cleaned it all out and it worked again, for a while. But alas, it stopped working.<br />
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At least I had my second string Roomba that I could carry around the house on missions. The house did not stay as clean as usual but it worked. That is until it also stopped spinning its brushes. If I was a more suspicious man I would think this was some sort of strike or planned work stoppage on their part. Maybe Roomba was tired of just cleaning up the mess. Maybe they wanted better working hours, pay or conditions. But thanks to Google I have found out that it is just poor designing on the part of Irobot, the makers of Roomba. It seems that dirt gets into where brush gears and motor are eventually fouling them up. Of course this does not affect Roomba's performance until well after the warranty period so why fix it? :)<br />
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My saving grace is <a href="http://www.hammacher.com/">Hammacher Schlemmer</a>! If you are not familiar with them let me tell you about their <a href="http://www.hammacher.com/Editorial/LifetimeGuarantee?promo=guaranteebug">Unconditional Lifetime Guarantee</a>. :<br />
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My Roombas are on their way back to Hammacher Schlemmer for an exchange. I plan to get the new model Roomba in exchange for one and try out the new laser guided vacuum for the other one. But until they arrive I must make due with what I have... Poor me:) lol<br />
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<b>I think housework is the reason most women go to the office. </b><br />
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<i>Erma Bombeck</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-25538114570383805142011-01-20T07:43:00.000-06:002011-01-20T07:43:57.755-06:00The newest house ruleWe seem to have more and more house rules that we more or less follow. OK, they are not "rules" as much as they are sayings that the Triplets hear and or say on command and on a regular basis. The most recent was a gift from a Mother of three that I ran into a while back.<br />
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We were discussing the challenges of controlling/disciplining three <i>(or more)</i> children. She said that she started handing out the punishment to all three if they did not get along. So now if two or all three of the Triplets can't agree on something or are fussing about something I get involved. Guess what, if I get involved who's happy? NO ONE! :) <br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-60597573419495115232011-01-18T07:08:00.001-06:002011-01-18T07:08:00.238-06:00How much is it worth?Like all good ideas our chocolate milk reward for staying in their bed has run it's course with the Triplets. The CFO came up with another idea... money. First we went to $.25 per night for each kid when they stay in their bed. Jackson still got in our bed every night but then added getting very upset in the morning to the mix when his brother and sister got their quarters. <br />
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So we upped the ante. The CFO also wanted to start an allowance for them, $4 per week with $1 going to giving, $2 to savings and $1 they could spend or save. Now not only do they get their quarter but if they don't stay in their bed they give us a quarter. Still no movement on the bed situation. Oh well, at least he does not seem to be very materialistic:)<br />
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<b>Money never made a man happy yet, nor will it. The more a man has, the more he wants. Instead of filling a vacuum, it makes one.</b><br />
<i>Benjamin Franklin</i><br />
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<b>They say money doesn't make you happy but I have never seen a sad person on a jet ski.</b><br />
<i>Roger Pennington</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-75178385585665816112011-01-17T08:08:00.001-06:002011-01-17T08:08:42.046-06:00Do I own it or does it own a piece of me?The CFO and I are by no means liberal green tree huggers trying to save the world flying around in our private jet like the "other" Al. But we do like the idea of getting by with less. I stress that I like the "idea" but not the reality. See, I have a real talent for creating wants then turning those wants into needs. I am also trying to not pass this on to my kids. My parents say that they have no idea how I got this trait but I have it.... champagne tastes with a beer wallet:)<br />
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For me it is usually technology. We got a new HD camcorder for Christmas that shoots AWESOME video with great sound. But it writes directly to SD cards. So then I need to move those videos to another media to store it. So I figure I will burn them to DVDs and save a copy on an external hard drive. But guess what? I need to buy an external hard drive and DVDs. Then I need to burn the DVDs. That is after I make them into movies with a movie editor. So now I am out time and money.<br />
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With the Triplets it is their toys. Let's ignore the fact that they have a knack for breaking the heartiest of toys. Their most recent victim was their train table. I think I have a solution but I need to wait till they are in school or down for a nap to try it out as it involves power tools:) If they don't break the toy then they will break something else with that toy... the wall, another toy or each other. The cost of toys is the batteries and accessories. Wow! That is a cool car... oh, it needs batteries. What? It has a garage you "need?" Oh, and people, no wait, a family that can ride in it. Oh yes, we definitely need the house for that family. Wait a minute... they have a vacation home too?<br />
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See what I mean.... I feel like I am stuck in the Monty Python skit... Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam. Or in my case.. stuff, stuff, stuff. Just to drive the point home our Preacher is doing a series on stewardship. GREAT! Now I not only feel bad about all the stuff "I" need <i>(want)</i> but now I want to give more. <br />
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<b>A house is just a place to keep your stuff while you go out and get more stuff.</b><br />
<i>George Carlin</i><br />
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<b>I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, "Where's the self-help section?" She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose. </b><br />
<i>George Carlin</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-67687972471498605252011-01-12T08:49:00.002-06:002011-01-12T08:50:27.719-06:00You want what with your lunch?This morning while I was getting the Triplets' I got what I feel is a bit of an unusual request from William. "Can I have a pickle in my lunch box?" I know he loves pickles but it just seemed a bit strange to come out of the blue. So after cutting two dill pickles for his lunch he asked for one with breakfast. Oh well, it beats him asking for candy:)<br />
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<b>We may not imagine how our lives could be more frustrating and complex--but Congress can.</b><br />
<i>Cullen Hightower</i><br />
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<b>Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? </b><br />
<i>Author Unknown</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-24473181072678131102011-01-10T10:55:00.001-06:002011-01-10T10:55:49.764-06:00Oh, that makes it easier to have a work-life balanceI got a call Friday afternoon from my boss I contracting with.... they are cutting loose their contractors. Well that makes it easier to get my stuff done around the house:) Oh well... that give me more time to blog, play Black Ops and maybe even start one of the books I talk about writing. <br />
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I have a few books that have been thinking about writing a job search book from my experience being a recruiter, a book about being a stay at home dad and finally a book about being a parent of Triplets. Maybe I will combine the last two.<br />
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Now I gotta get back to full time job:)<br />
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<b>Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia.</b><br />
<i>Charles M. Schulz (1922 - 2000)</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-28082373393468802252011-01-07T06:38:00.000-06:002011-01-07T06:38:00.408-06:00Back to the grindWell, it is not really a "grind." The Triplets started back in school today after their Winter break. I am working part time again but I am trying to stay at around 20 hours a week so I can have a little more balance than my last contract position where I was trying to squeeze out 30+ hours each week. That being said I will be doing this till or through March if everything works out. <br />
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As with all things, some things with the Triplets have gotten MUCH easier while others are getting MUCH harder. Easier is all the maintenance stuff; feeding, bathing, dressing, etc.... But what is getting more taxing is the deluge of information. I am bombarded with information requests (why? why not? can I?) and information updates (DADDY! so and so just did such and such, we just broke such and such, etc...). It can be a bit overwhelming when you have all three going at once. Sometimes I feel like I trading commodities and futures in the pit. Heck, I even use hand signals! No, not telling them they are #1:) lol I use some of the <a href="http://zombiehunters.org/wiki/index.php/Military_Hand_Signals">standard signals for close range engagement</a>. I use the "freeze" and "rally point" ones the most. I also throw in a little sign language for good job, thank you, please and of course... NO. This is invaluable in loud situations or when I can see them but don't want to shout. Looking cool is just an added bonus:)<br />
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<b>Anger is the feeling that makes your mouth work faster than your mind.</b><br />
<i>Evan Esar (1899 - 1995)</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-9464659424176041002011-01-04T06:32:00.000-06:002011-01-04T06:32:00.598-06:00A new addition to the family<div style="text-align: center;">What do you get the girl who has everything? </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Well, a <a href="http://www.ruger.com/products/newModelSuperBlackhawkBisleyHunter/models.html">Ruger 44 magnum Super Blackhawk Bisley Hunter</a> of course! </div><br />
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This is not a joke. This is the CFO's favorite gun since her college days. This was a gift from me and her family. What did the CFO say?.... "I think we'll need a bigger safe."<br />
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<b>Computers have enabled people to make more mistakes faster than almost any invention in history, with the possible exception of tequila and hand guns.</b><br />
<i>Mitch Ratcliffe</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-15853567057696015662010-12-31T08:04:00.001-06:002010-12-31T08:04:39.483-06:00An Alabama ChristmasWe went up to the in-laws the other weekend to do the CFO's family Christmas. We surprised the CFO's parents with a new computer. I put it up after they went to bed. I woke up to William telling the CFO's parents "Mommy and Daddy didn't bring any computer." We have to keep the Triplets in the dark on anything we want to be a surprise as they LOVE telling secrets. It runs in the family, some members of the family. Not that they are loose lipped but that they love surprising people. So much so that they talk about the impending surprise... a lot:) <br />
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I am the kind of person that drives that kind of person crazy. Some people like to build suspense about an impending surprise. They want you <i>(me)</i> to be curious about what it is. Ask questions about it. Ponder the possibilities. Weigh your options. You know, get all geeked up about it. I, on the other hand like surprises to be... well... surprises. So I don't inquire, ponder, ask, or do anything that may encroach on the forthcoming surprise. As an added bonus it drives the surpriser nuts:) <br />
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But an Alabama Christmas would not be complete without a little gun play! The in-laws watched the Triplets and their three cousins while the CFO, my brother in law and sister in law went to the "old place" to shoot. I had my Mossberg 500 Persuader shotgun and my brother in law his new <a href="http://www.taurususa.com/product-details.cfm?id=199&category=Revolver&toggle=&breadcrumbseries=">Judge</a>. A pistol that shoots a .45 AND a .410 shotgun shell... I am all over it! Yes, the CFO loved it too!<br />
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<b>I am no more humble than my talents require.</b><br />
<i>Oscar Levant (1906 - 1972)</i><br />
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<b>If guns are outlawed, only the government will have guns. Only the police, the secret police, the military, the hired servants of our rulers. Only the government --and a few outlaws. I intend to be among the outlaws.</b><br />
<i>Edward Abbey</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-63953099617672077342010-12-30T06:51:00.005-06:002010-12-30T06:51:00.519-06:00Who makes the decisions at a Wedding?After having been in a few weddings I have learned one eternal truth... When it comes to decisons reguarding a wedding it is up to the Bride. It is her day. Not the groom's, not her mother's, not her mother in law's, her's. I know it does not always work that way but the CFO and I see it that way and if we are involved or attending a wedding we do our best to be sure it works that way. So what if it is snowing, in the 30's, with a gale force wind. If the Bride wants to get married outside she is getting married outside!<br />
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I discussed this fact with my daughter the night before the wedding during her bath time. She wanted to wear a white dress we had borrowed from a friend. But the dress was whiter than the Bride's, a no-no. If you have read this blog in the past then you know that she is a bit strong willed:) Here is how our discussion went: <i>Keep in mind this is after extensive negotiating by both me and the CFO.</i><br />
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Daddy: "Don't you want to wear the pretty black dress?"<br />
Addison: "NO! I want to wear the white dress"<br />
Daddy: "Who makes the decisions about a wedding?"<br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "I don't know"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "The Bride does"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "Oh"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "Who is the bride tomorrow?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "Miss Owlison"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "So who makes the decisions about what people wear to the wedding?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "Miss Owlison... but I want to wear the white dress!"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "When you get married do you want to make the decisions or do you want a four year old flower girl to make the decisions?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "I want to make the decisions"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "So who is going to decide what you wear tomorrow... you or Miss Owlison?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "Miss Owlison"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Daddy: "So will you wear the black dress please?"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addison: "Yes Daddy"</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">To be fair it was the CFO and I making the call but that is just because Miss Owlison is too nice/smart/afraid to stand in the gap between what my little princess and what she wants. I do it for sport:) </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">She was as pretty as a picture...</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">She later negotiated wearing the slippers at the reception into the deal:)</div><br />
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<b>If you can't go around it, over it, or through it, you had better negotiate with it.</b><br />
<i>Ashleigh Brilliant</i><br />
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<b>Marriage: love, honor, and negotiate.</b><br />
<i>Joe Moore</i><br />
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Al</div>The Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-68856172192942009652010-12-29T06:20:00.003-06:002010-12-29T06:20:00.854-06:00Happy Birthday to the CFO!To the CFO...<br />
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If I could change what's been done before<br />
The Triplets and I would kiss you more<br />
I have few regrets through our years<br />
The ones I have may bring me tears<br />
But in our future I pledge my will<br />
Until our vows I do fulfill<br />
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I love you,<br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-67432140272140618392010-12-28T08:48:00.001-06:002010-12-28T08:49:19.050-06:00The second most memorable weddingIf I have attended your wedding please do not take this personally. The most memorable was of course, mine. It was not just because the CFO became my Bride but we also had three tornado warnings that day. One cut our reception short and one stopped the after-party in our suite back at the hotel. Keep in mind these are "Alabama Tornado Warnings" and they take them seriously. Like leave the reception and go to the basement of the Police Station seriously. So ours is #1.<br />
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The #2 spot has been taken by one of the CFO's best friends, Owlison. No, that is not her real name but if you know her then you know who it is. Owlison's wedding is #2 for several reasons that I will discuss below. Please do not try to surpass this as this is something that just happens, you cannot plan for it. It is like <a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/americas-funniest-home-videos">AFV</a>. If it is planned then I think it doesn't count. Here are the reasons, in no particular order. <i>In the spirit of full disclosure, Owlison also reads this blog.</i> <br />
<ol><li>Getting married December 26th. Not only getting married on 12/26, the day after Christmas but deciding on that day on 12/20/2010. Yep, less than a week. No, it was not a shotgun wedding, although if it was I have a great shotgun we could have used. The original date was in April I believe but because of the new house the couple is building they <i>(she)</i> decided to move the date up. Why and how would a house move the day up you ask. Well, it seems that their construction workers are very good at their job. So good in fact that the closing date got moved up so far it was going to be before the wedding. </li>
<li>Driving eight hours on Christmas Day to get to the wedding. Nuff said:)</li>
<li>It was quite chilly. When I say quite chilly I mean that it was an outside wedding, it was on the water, it was 34 degrees, and there was a 30 mph breeze blowing. </li>
<li>It was the first wedding that the Triplets were in. Addison was the flower girl and the boys ring bearers. Addison did a great job. The boys, however, bugged out back to the van because of the slight chill in the air, sissys:) So I ended up being the ring bearer and the videographer. </li>
<li>One of my many gadgets came in handy. In other weddings I have been in the rings on the ring bearer's pillow were fake ones and the best man actually had the real things. Not so in this wedding. The real rings were tied on the pillow. So when it came time for the rings they needed to untie them. Not such an easy task with numb hands. Luckily I had my Mini Leatherman <i>(the best groomsman gift, from Bebe's wedding)</i>. It quickly cut the ribbon and it was game on! </li>
</ol>We had a GREAT time and she was/is a beautiful bride! <i>Her husband looked good too:)</i><br />
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<b>There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes.</b><br />
<i>Doctor Who</i><br />
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<b>Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that. </b><br />
<i>Michael Leunig</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-55583106608558417292010-12-23T08:27:00.001-06:002010-12-23T08:27:23.352-06:00Wanna snuggle?It seems so nice doesn't it... snuggling up with your precious little four year old. It's 2am and it's cold in the house so it tugs at your heart strings when one of the Triplets comes crawling in the bed describing the latest bad dream. Your heart goes out to them and you bring them in close to snuggle. Nothing like a little 200,000 BTU heater next to you on a cold winter's night to put a smile on your face. <br />
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But why is it that as soon as you fall asleep that cute little four year old seems to morph into a creature with four elbows and six knees that continuously poke and prod you. You find yourself in a bad dream... you have been abducted by aliens and they are poking and prodding you looking for a place to put their space probe. Just then you are jolted awake by a shot to the kidneys, crotch or some other sensitive area. Oh, it's not a bad dream, just a four year old... or two... or three:)<br />
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<b>It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.</b><br />
<i>Arthur C. Clarke</i><br />
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<b>Most people do not consider dawn to be an attractive experience - unless they are still up. </b><br />
<i>Ellen Goodman</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-66402502443582716042010-12-22T07:01:00.002-06:002010-12-22T07:02:24.068-06:00God loves a cheerful giverAnd the Triplets were more than happy to give me and Mimi the stomach flu! :) It hit me about 3am Monday morning and Mimi got it right after lunch on Monday. I was down for the count. Luckily the Triplets survived Monday.... pretty much on their own. <br />
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In the morning I fixed coffee for the CFO and put bowls out for the Triplets and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up a little later, turned on PBS and the Triplets ate cereal <i>(whatever kind they wanted)</i> till lunch time. I was in and out much of the time. I served them lunch ala cart in the TV room; turkey and crackers. We napped from 2-5 and I went back down for the count at 8:30pm. Let's just say that I have never felt worse than I did on Monday. Even my most ambitious College adventures did not compare.<br />
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We also had a few times where the Triplets "gambled and lost" <i>(as my my college roomates Herge and Bullard would say)</i> so I also got to be on clean up duty. All in all the house and the Triplets did not look all that bad all things considered. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas!</div><br />
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<b>It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.</b><br />
<i>Abraham Lincoln</i><br />
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<b>1 Cross + 3 Nails = 4given</b><br />
<i>Grandma Jack</i><br />
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AlThe Texas Triohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12367358435612836702noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3045074694770167552.post-1536322880979268782010-12-20T06:31:00.001-06:002010-12-20T06:31:00.479-06:00The trip homeI had started writing this cute post about how we celebrated Christmas with the in-laws this past weekend. I will still finish it and post it later this week but I had a more interesting subject "come up" on the way home last night, twice. <br />
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Addison frequently says "I don't feel very well" which is soon followed up by "can I sleep in your bed?" Nice try... So needless to say there is a bit of crying wolf associated with my little princess. On the way home <i>(10pm)</i> we dropped the CFO off at her office to pick up her car as we had picked her up from work to head out of town on Friday. I was getting ready to leave the parking lot when I heard "Daddy, I'm gonna get siurrrraaaaaaaakkk..... I hit the interior lights to see the second stream of vomit coming out of Addison. I moved quickly to catch 3-6 with a blanket. I flagged down the CFO before she left and upon her advice I covered Addison up for the short ride home where we could handle the clean up a bit better. <br />
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Right in front of our house Jackson said the same thing to which I said "cover up with your blanket." To which he said "NO!" and pulled it off of him just in time for his dinner to end up all over him. Needless to say I was not happy with his disobedience so I cleaned him up with.... you guessed it, his blanket. I know it was a bit mean as he really was sick but blankets are A LOT easier to clean than car seats. <br />
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So after two showers, the CFO getting the stuff out of the van and me cleaning the car seats it was midnight. I finally got the first load of blankets in the wash. I waited up on the first load to finish so I could get the car seat covers in before I headed to bed. Not exactly a great evening but it could have been worse.<br />
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<b>Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.</b><br />
<i>Buddha </i><br />
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