Archive for May, 2008

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More pictures

May 26, 2008

We went up to the Lake Elsinore Outlet Malls today. They were having some major Memorial Day sales (after all, what better way to pay tribute to those who have gone before us than to pillage countless clearance racks and haggle prices with underpaid and disgruntled cashiers.

Since the weather was bit gray today, we decided to put Sariah in her new knitted cap from Jana’s Etsy shop. She had just woken up from a nap and so she was all smiles. I grabbed my camera and got some pretty good shots (shown below alongside some pictures of her in the morning and some of her playing with her friend Caleb).

Now, whenever I go to any mall, a little energy meter appears about 3 feet above my head. It’s just like the health meter that you see above a character in a videogame. The second I walk through the mall doors, that little energy meter starts draining away. It starts off slowly… the loss of energy almost unnoticeable so that I am lulled into  false sense of security. I tell myself:

“Hey you have lots of energy left, we can go to several stores and take our time”

But this is not so. In actuality, the longer I spend in a mall, the faster my energy drains away through the soles of my feet, absorbed by thousands of square feet of endless mall flooring. About 15 minutes into the first store, fatigue begins to set in. I start to wonder how long is a reasonable amount of time before I can request that we go to the food court.

30 minutes in and I am a walking zombie, my feet drag lazily across the floor, my eyes roll back in my head and my arms dangle at my sides, dead to the world. There is hope though, occasionally I will spot something I like. This recharges my energy bar a couple inches. In this situation I will try the item on, consider it for awhile and maybe even carry it a few feet away from the rack. I might almost make it to the register. But no, the fatigue returns and suddenly the $14.99 sale price for a pair of originally priced $75.00 FOX racing shoes seems like a paltry discount when overshadowed by the effort it would require to stand in line and go through the entire 45 second checkout process.

So I didn’t get anything today. Not a single thing. I’m getting tired just thinking about it.   

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I just added…

May 26, 2008

A link on the right hand side of this page. I’m calling it the QOWbell awards.. although they aren’t really awards. They are just a list of people and services that I trust and recommend. Please note a couple of things:

  1. I just made up this list in a few minutes so I probably left off lots of people/services that I recommend. Please don’t be offended if you were not included on the list (If it makes you feel any better, I just realized that I forgot to put myself and Cristina on the list, it is not a reflection on you, it is a reflection on me… and a poor one at that). Just get in touch with me to send me a subtle reminder. Also, check back often because I will add things as I think of them.
  2. Some people were forgotten, and some people I just don’t know about. So if your husband or wife runs an amazing horse castration business out of your backyard, just let me know
  3. Categories are not exclusive. For example, in the photography section I have two photographers who are both very talented and who have markedly different styles. In these cases I included several options to help those with differing tastes.
  4. I am open to recommendations (which can be emailed to me), although I do have to insist on actually utilizing the service in some way before I can add it to the list. I’d hate to compromise the internationally renowned integrity of the QOWbell awards by indiscriminately adding every random business around.
  5. I am not actually guaranteeing a satisfactory product our service. Frankly, I refuse to be held accountable for the poor taste of my readership. For example, this one time someone went to a restaurant that I love… and they didn’t like it! (I don’t want to start naming people, but let’s just say that their last name starts with “D” and ends with “ixon” and that the restaurant in question is named after the color: “Red” and the bird: “Robin”… shame on you, unnamed persons.)   
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So crawl already!

May 25, 2008

In a couple days Sariah will hit her 8th month of life. This means, that as her custodians, we have successfully kept her alive and breathing for EIGHT STRAIGHT MONTHS!! That has to be some kind of record doesn’t it? I’m going to google it.

Anyway, she has hit a couple more milestones that I should probably document here:

  1. The types of baby food we purchase for her is categorized in number form. She had been eating level one baby food for awhile and we have now moved her up to level two (yes, i consider that a milestone since the likelihood of my trying a bit of her food increases with each new level). I think the levels refer to the amount that a standard fruit or vegetable, say… green beans has been puree’d. At level one, the beens have spent so much time in a blender that you could probably just feed them to her through a bottle. I’m pretty sure the formula I mix up for her to drink is thicker.
  2. She is also now eating Gerber Graduates flavored puffed bite size … puff….things… that  instantaneously dissolve when exposed to moisture. Seriously these things fall apart so easily that I’m surprised we haven’t had to buy a dehumidifier to keep them from turning into level one baby food the second we open the container and expose them to the earth’s atmosphere. Admittedly, It was bit nerve racking handing her the first solid food she’s ever had – visions of her slowly choking to death on a puffity-puff were bouncing around in my head. Luckily I was so nervous that my sweaty palms instantly dissolved the puffs.  Okay, that’s not exactly true. She loves her puffs and they keep her occupied for huge stretches of time.

Unfortunately I cannot announce what should have been a milestone since she is a complete failure on one last front. She still hasn’t nailed that crawling thing. She gets up on all fours, rocks back and forth, starts to crawl and then bails out on the whole procedure in favor of rolling over. Then she rolls to wherever she wants to go. Hey Sariah, the rolling thing was cute about 3 months ago. We’re over it. We want to see a new trick. It’s like going to Las Vegas to see Cirque Du Soleil but ending up at a Celine Dion concert instead.

We’ve tried several methods to help her along (crawling around with her, putting her toys just out of reach and holding a hot curling iron to the bottom of her feet) but nothing has quite convinced her that crawling is superior to rolling. I guess she’ll just do it when she does it.

(Note: We are not actually eager for her to crawl. This is because we understand that her increased mobility just means that we will have to be even more vigilant than we already are. The only reason we are encouraging her at all is because we, like most other parents, see life as a competition and we are vicariously competing against all of our friends and family through our children. We understand that early and late accomplishments are a direct reflection on the quality of our genetics which can only be accurately evaluated when juxtaposed with the genetics of those around us.

Or something like that… anyway, here’s some more pictures

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My girls and their heavy equipment

May 17, 2008

For those of you who don’t know, I am self-employed. Now, I know that this is typically a euphemism for “unemployed” but in my case, that’s not what is going on. I actually make money, and the amount of money I actually make is actually increasing… actually.

Currently my work goes in two directions: Sales and Marketing.

The marketing side is the one that is currently earning me jack-squat. I have several projects in my portfolio but they are mostly work I did when I was either a full-time employee or work that I have done gratis for friends. I have yet to sign a contract with an actual paying client. This, to me, seems a bit ironic as you would expect a marketing expert to be capable of marketing himself expertly. Well, fear not. I actually have a marketing plan laid out. I just have been too busy with the Sales side to put it into action.

The sales side is a heavy machinery business that I run both from home and from a storage yard in Perris, CA. I do this with my best friend, his dad, and his uncle.

A couple weeks ago I took Cristina and Sariah up to the yard with me to help me out with some inventory work that needed to be done. It was pretty funny to put Sariah next to some of the big steel monsters and I even taught Cristina how to drive a backhoe. It was so beautifully redneck/hillbilly that I couldn’t resist catching some of it on camera to help remind me of my roots if, sometime in the future, I start gettin’ all uppity and whatnot.

(Actually, I think some of the equipment would be the ideal backdrop for the Blue Lily style of photography)