Category: "family/personal"

My other blog

I haven't been posting much. I've been helping with the podcast, reading lots of stuff in Bloglines and sulking about the election. If you want to see links that I find interesting, you can take a look at my Bloglines clipblog, The Frying Pan. It's nothing but links that I pull out of my feeds so I can revisit them later. Some of it I blog about here, some I just come back and read later, and some of it is crap. You can also subscribe to the rss feed here.

Uninspired, but important

I'm having a hard time with words right now, so please forgive my uninspired post. After my adolescent ramblings Tuesday night (of which your comments were thoughtful and appreciated), I had a much worse Wednesday. My friend's husband was killed in an automobile accident Wednesday night, and we have all been trying to take care of her as best we can. Dennis McCullough was a thoughtful, kind and intelligent man with a great faith that inspired many. Their only daughter, Erin, will be heading back to college next week and both she and Donna's lives will be forever changed. I wish I could make their lives easier right now, but I know this is something they will have to work through together. Please keep Donna and Erin in your thoughts and prayers. I hope I can keep my own issues in perspective from now on.

Cole bails to Xanga

If you've been wondering why Cole hasn't been posting much, it may be because he now has a Xanga blog: thecoletrain's Xanga Site. I won't say anything about Xanga, since I can't say much that's nice. There is an RSS feed, if you want it.

Mr. T, is that you?

I've always wanted to be somebody. As the great Mr. T once said so eloquently, "Be somebody, or be somebody's fool". And who can argue with that logic? Right now I feel like I am living the latter half of his treatise on life. I wake up every morning (and sometimes go to bed at night) thinking about the monotony, the tantrum-avoiding, the failed potty-training attempts, the general lack of enthusiasm that awaits me. On good days, I can overlook this negative deliberation; on bad days it feeds on my general state of pessimism and becomes a death sentence.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not denying myself the pleasures of being a mother. When I see Emma learning to play with other children, or learning what letters and sounds begin words, or just being generally happy and content, I feel pride in knowing I am at least partially responsible for these occurrences. She's my little girl and, although I am sometimes so angry with her that we can't be in the same room, my love for her grows every day.

The thing is, Mr. T keeps talking to me. Figuratively, of course. I've always wanted to excel at something important, and, in doing so, to make a difference in the lives of others in a unique way. So I try to make a list of my achievements and talents to create a means for these dreams to become a reality. So far, I am in the 'poor-to-mediocre' category on everything. Not necessarily a bad place to be, but then why do I have these grandiose intentions? If I am fated to be mediocre, if I am truly simple in nature, then why do I never seem content with that fact? Is it because I am arrogant and want to believe something that is not there actually is? Is it because I want to achieve a superior status in the eyes of others?

I can't help thinking (and maybe this is the arrogance talking here) that what I'm currently doing is not enough. Even though I have never once truly excelled (okay, so I was valedictorian; but in a class of 28 people, where's the glory in that?) at anything, I would like to. I think, "I was a journalism major, I always wanted to be a journalist, I always thought I could write, just do it already." My current part-time job has me writing and publishing a church newsletter, but it is still mediocre. No ground-breaking stuff there. Even if the subject matter is a little progressive, my lack of writing style makes a much deeper imprint (especially on me).

So what do I do? Do I continue pretending that I can write; that I can make a difference in that way? Do I start over and find something else I can do (which, admittedly, would be nearly impossible given my current caretaker status)? Or do I just give in to the mediocrity and pretend that it is not, in fact, just ordinary? In other words, I may want to be somebody, but am I really called to be?

I'm not necessarily looking for answers here, mostly because I don't want you all to feel obligated to make me feel better. Truth be told, I don't feel bad, or depressed, or even in need of help outside myself. I think it's just something I have to figure out on my own. If you have made it this far in my rambling, thanks for listening. In spite of my internal struggles, I am certain that I am very blessed to know all of you.

Emma on Daily Souce Code

I knew it would happen someday, but I didn't think she would become famous at 2 years old. Go to live.curry.com, and listen to the latest Daily Source Code podcast. The little girl who says "I listen to the Daily Souce Code every day." Is our very own chatterbox, Emma. Catch the next RadioBrendoman.com podcast to hear the whole clip.

Jack-o-lantern

I'm about to go medieval on this pumpkinSara and Emma scooping out the pumpkinWhat a scary face.  And the pumpkin looks scary, too.Finished jack-o-lantern.


This afternoon we carved a jack-o-lantern. It was Emma's first time, and she had fun digging around in the orange goop that lives inside a pumpkin. Check our gallery for more pictures, including face painting and finger painting.

Baby fish

I finally snapped some photos of our new family members. Here is our fishtank, here is the best shot I could get of the fry, and here are the proud parents.

Bookcase + our stuff

Bookcase = finished

After spending parts of the last two weeks and most of this weekend on the project, our built-in bookcase is finished. Check out the pictures in the bookcase gallery, including my blueprint (feel free to copy the design). Tomorrow Sara will do some touch-up painting and then we'll fill the shelves up with stuff. We've got books stacked in the living room from our old shelves, books in the garage from my office and a box or two in the closet from a library book sale. Once we get things arranged how we want them I may post another picture.

My first week at the bank

I finished my first week at the bank today. We do work from 8-12 on Saturdays. I trained as a teller from Tuesday to Friday and got fairly comfortable with it. It's more complicated than I realized, and I'll be covering for a teller over their lunch break for a while. This morning I finally got down to some computer business. I set up a headless Win98 rig to catch my syslogs for making security reports. I'll use TightVNC to log in, control the computer and make reports. I set KiwiSyslog up to email me with daily stats and any emergency and warning messages. (For my two or three readers who know what the heck I'm talking about: does that sound like a good system?) I'm pretty excited to have an actual computer job. The bank is a great place to work.

This afternoon my parents and grandparents came over to help us work on our giant bookcase. I hope we'll finish tomorrow and then I'll post some pictures.

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