Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Bee Bee's Birthday Present...







Bee loves her hens. So, for her birthday this year, I got her these Japanese Silkie Bantams. I also built this Taj Mahal coop. I spent three weekends on this, and Bee actually got to help. I gave her a hammer and let her go. She stayed out back with me the entire day, in the heat, with no complaints. Lucy and Ethel have settled their differences and are roosting together again, and Lucy is laying eggs again. I have grown rather fond of the hens. It's a real treat to see them greeting me in the morning before work. I know it sounds strange, but I have my coffee with them while they feed on scratch grains first thing in the morning.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Friday, December 18, 2009

Stranger Danger...

If you’ve ever said, “Yes, I’d love to go out and spend more time with my wife, but…..” and then you’ve found a hundred reasons why you don’t: too much work, the kids have too many extracurricular activities, you’re on a budget, there’s just not enough time, whatever the reason, the list goes on and on, then you might be heading down a slippery slope. The truth is though, if you don’t make the time for your marriage, you may wake up one morning next to a stranger. I say this because I’ve witnessed firsthand couples whose kids have gone off to college or left the house (and it’s often sooner than you think) and the husband and wife are left behind wondering what they have in common with their partner. A friend who is teetering on divorce told me recently that it wasn’t any one thing that ruined his marriage, just years of neglect on both his and his wife’s part. He said that eventually, they no longer knew one another and their marriage faded into emptiness. So, what do we do?

According to family and marriage expert Dr Joan, contributing writer to The Blog for Effective Parenting, part of the secret is dating. I am a huge advocate of the weekly marriage date, but I know it isn’t always easy to pull off. Nevertheless, do whatever it takes to spend dedicated time with each other. Have lunch together. Take a walk. Go grab a coffee; whatever. The point is, nurturing your marriage with adult time is critical to retaining a strong relationship with your spouse. During this time, limit your conversation to non-kid topics. It gives you the opportunity to re-connect at a very basic level. Sometimes things are so hurried that we don’t know which direction were moving in. Planning a weekly date allows you to slow it down.

Dr Joan stresses the importance of this quality adult time and recommends getting away together, even if it’s just for one night, at least once a year. I know firsthand that this is difficult at best, in fact, I can’t remember the last time my wife and I got away by ourselves without the pressure of work or kids. Nevertheless, I agree with the premise that all of us need to put energy into making this kind of time with our spouse or partner.
The bottom line… All parents need a break, and all marriages require work. Avoid stranger-danger by setting aside that time to reconnect.

Monday, April 27, 2009

Aiming at the middle.....

Ohio State University researchers seem to have found a measurable relationship between marital expectation and satisfaction. They studied 82 married couples for a period of four years. According to James McNulty, co-author of the study and assistant professor of psychology at OSU’s Mansfield campus, couples who had lower expectations didn't suffer the steep declines in marital satisfaction when compared to peers with delusions of Happy Days sitcoms dancing around in their heads. “Over the long term, it is important for marriage partners to have accurate knowledge of their relationship’s strengths and weaknesses,” McNulty said. “Satisfaction goes down when a spouse’s expectations don’t fit with reality.”
“There’s been a lot of emphasis on the idea of positive illusions in marriage,” McNulty said. “Sure, it may make you happy in the short-run to think your spouse is better than he or she actually is, but if the reality doesn’t match the image, eventually your satisfaction is going to decline.”
Why is this groundbreaking? Well, it’s not really. Choose your euphemism: “pick your battles”, or “don’t sweat the small stuff”. The point is that you adapt. You overlook some things, and give up on others. This certainly isn’t your run of the mill daytime talk show advice; in fact, the results are contrary to the advice of mainstream therapists who believe couples should always have high expectations for their marriage.
Me? I don’t know that I would call it lowering ones expectations, but I will say that having a healthy sense of reality goes a long way. The OSU researchers interviewed the couples at six-month intervals–a total of eight tests over the four year period. Interestingly enough, of the 82 couples, 17 were divorced by the end of the study.
I found an interesting quote on another blog about expectations in the era right after the Civil War. Here's a sample of a personal ad from the late 1800s:
"I am 33 years of age, and as regards looks can average with most men. I am looking for a lady to make her my wife, as I am heartily tired of bachelor life. I desire a lady not over 28 or 30 years of age, not ugly, well educated and musical. Nationality makes no difference, only I prefer not to have a lady of Irish birth. She must have at least $20,000. " Really???

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Where all the women are strong, all the men are good looking, and all the children are above average...

I have friends considering relocating to the Lowcountry, empty nesters of sorts. They’ve had the good fortune to experience life in a number of places, and are leaning towards our neck of the woods for their next chapter. I was asked what my ideal location would be if I could be anywhere I wanted. As a lowcountry native, where would I want to be? Where is that idyllic southern charm?

Hmmm. Good question; and quite honestly, its one I’ve never really tried to answer. I mean, I do know what I like and don’t like, so I guess that’s a start. The more I thought about the question though, the more I realized that this was an exercise I had to indulge, not so much for my friends, but for me.

Ideal - I don't know. Something with water though, even if it's inaccessible. I need the view. I also know that I want to stay in the Lowcountry. I get a sense of place here. For instance, my pharmacy still sells "the roots"... and by roots I mean traditional Gullah accoutrements like courthouse wash for cleaning the steps of the courthouse prior to a trial. Useful stuff, that is, if you should find yourself in such an unfortunate predicament. They also carry graveyard dirt, doves’ blood, and “do-as-I-say powder”...and no, I am not kidding. Now, it's not all out in the open. I mean - you do have to know to ask for it, but the fact that they still carry such paraphernalia is encouraging. You're not going to find that stuff just anywhere.

I'd also like to be able to walk or ride a bike to the market. Not just any market, but a well stocked market that carries local vegetables and traditional staples that keep one connected to the community and help to establish that sense of place. I need a good bookstore, a good coffee shop, a friendly barber, a clean pub, and some shade too. Shade can never be overestimated. I also need to be able to buy local shrimp and oysters. I'm proud of the fact that my six year old daughter knows how to shuck oysters, and as kind a soul as she is, she also knows that crabs are for eating and not for pets.

To me, pluff mud smells heavenly, and the scent of dry pine in the summer heat makes me homesick. I need a garden, although I will complain relentlessly about having to care for it. I need confederate jasmine, azaleas, lady banks roses, hydrangeas, and a few camellias to get me through the dreary albeit short winters. Grass is optional as I prefer ivy. As far as the house itself, lots of windows and a screen porch are my only criteria, unless you count the no vinyl declaration, which is more of an ultimatum than any sort of criteria. Hardie-plank is an acceptable alternative to Cyprus, but only if the original Cyprus has hurricane or insect damage (unlikely in either case).

I would also prefer to be within 50 miles of a college or University. If I have to pass a tractor on my way to pick up some milk, I'm getting warmer. A municipality that would relocate a power pole rather than trim a shade tree would also get high marks. I like the architecture of old churches too, but church-goers...not so much. Proximity to friends is very important, although we fancy ourselves as old souls and believe we have friends everywhere already, whether we have met them yet or not. Sidewalks are also good. If the concrete in the sidewalk contains crushed oyster shells, it's even better.

A place like this couldn't possibly be kept a secret, so a no tourist edict would be impractical. No Myrtle Beach tourist though, they're just plain bad. Bad, bad, bad. Eco-Tourist, maybe, but definitely none of those mini golf aficionados.

I also want some chickens, and maybe a goat too. In my hometown, many people still keep chickens. Some people even have peacocks. The old lady that lived down the street from me where I grew up had two peacocks. They were loud in more ways than one. My mom still refers to the gays as "peacocks” -

"My, he's a real peacock that one is".

Thursday, January 08, 2009

Pinnacle Studio 12

So, my son and I have been goofing around with entry level video editing. He got a handy-cam for his birthday last year and recently showed an interest in digitally editing the scenes he shot, which were mostly of him and his friends skateboarding. We tried windows movie maker, but the product is woefully inadequate for anything other than a quick and dirty title edit. So, when I saw the Pinnacle Software while out Christmas shopping, I just had to get it. We did the walk through and sample "Family Video" that comes with the application. It's truly awesome. Intuitive and easy to use, even for my son... who has the patience of a wet cat. It even came with a "Green-Screen" for chroma-key effects. We haven't got that far, but I can see superman style flying scenes in his future. Check out our first cut...

Monday, December 29, 2008

Christmas fun with the Jedi Mind Trick...



So, I'm over at the in-laws visiting for Christmas. My nephew (all boy-high-ya-karate kicking eight year old ball of energy) has received quite possibly an illegal amount of geek-laden sci-fi related paraphernalia for Christmas. I think he even got a lightsaber that emanated movie sounds when swooshed in mock battle. On the floor in the living room was a giant box of dragon master inspired action figures. Everything from Star Wars to Halo. I didn't even know there was such a thing. X-Box action figures? C'mon, Really??

So, I'm having a Bourbon with my brother-in-law (father of said nephew) when I comment on the impressive collection...

Me: "You know...He's gonna be that guy"
Brother-in-Law: "What Guy?"
Me: "The 30 year old one who lives in your basement and wears the chewbacca mask to the conventions"
Brother-in-Law: "Your crazy" --perplexed, perhaps terrified...couldn't tell from my angle replies-- "You guys wanna go out and toss the football some??"

Thats what you call the perfect execution of a Jedi mind trick...

Sha-zaaammm!

HP TouchSmart...



This is the expression I had when I powered up my new 22'' touchsmart PC. Yep. Grinning ear to ear. I can't say it was all surprise though... after all, I picked it out, purchased it, and wrapped it. I was however, quite surprised at how easy it was to get going right out of the box. No messy wires; all peripherals are bluetooth compatible. I plugged the coax into the back and the easy-to-use setup wizard walked me through configuring my TV. That's right, it's a TV too. It starts by asking for your zip code. It then connects to the internet to provide a list of cable providers in your area. You select your provider and it automatically downloads your channel line up and configures your guide. DVR is as easy as it is on your set top box, and it comes with a familiar remote control. Loaded with windows Vista and the latest office suite, it makes a nice homework center / YouTube toy too. When you consider the price of a 22" LCD TV with an integrated DVD Player and recorder, oh yeah, and a computer...the price is definitely right, perhaps even cheaper than purchasing the components separately, and it just happens to be the coolest thing around. Can't you tell by the look on my face??

Monday, December 15, 2008

Christmas Parade




The Summerville Christmas Parade was held this past weekend. I was pleasantly surprised by the turnout and the parade itself. There was this little kid in front of us that was maybe six or seven years old. He screamed "Merry Christmas!!" to every float that went by. It must have fired up the volunteers because they all genuinely smiled and waved and repeated his cries for a joyous season. Future head of our chamber of commerce no doubt.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Crescent Recommends the 03 Merlot

I’m often asked my opinion on the mundane. What I think of this or how I feel about that…as if my judgment actually comes from some sort of rational thought. Sometimes the query is for an introspective contemplation on topics of a much deeper nature; politics, social injustice, or perhaps even religion. I rarely indulge...preferring instead to stick with self reflections no deeper than that of my favorite pop-tart flavor. It doesn’t mean that I’m shallow. To the contrary; In fact, I think you can learn equally as much about a personality by studying ones obscenely ordinary preferences. Equally as much as, lets say...watching one stumble to cohesively articulate a much less mundane political view. With that, I’ve compiled a list of completely trivial things I’m currently very high on and thus fully recommend...

Wilco
I thoroughly enjoy the Sky Blue Sky release. I wish I could play guitar.

The best of Craig’s list.
Absolutely hysterical shit. If you find yourself in need of a good laugh, and you will, there’s no better pick-me-up than the best of Craigslist.

A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
A true American masterpiece. I have heard that Hollywood has been trying to adapt the Pulitzer Prize winning novel into a movie since the early 1980’s. I hope that Toole’s curse will hold out so that the literary version won’t be tarnished by the likes of Will Ferrell.

Andolinies Pizza. Period.

Betts Brand Super Pro Cast Nets
The best there is, designed by master craftsmen. This isn't your Wal-Mart variety castnet. Cast like a Frisbee, open it every time, sinks like a rock.

Blanton’s Single Barrel Kentucky Bourbon
Pricey but not pretentious. Smmmooothh, but please…no soda. Ice or water only.

Winter Reds in the Wando, North of Denton’s Shipyard
Nothing like pulling in a half dozen or so double deuces on cut mullet to get your blood pumping.

Charmin with Aloe.
No cheap shit tickets. I’ve reached a point in my life where I can splurge a little. It’s not like the stuff is gold plated, but it makes a difference that I’m willing to pay extra for.

The Triangle in Avondale.
Mmmmmmmm. Great for brunch on Sunday. Try the French toast, its awesome…best Bloody Marys off the peninsula or you can express your gayness with the bottomless mimosas for $10 with an entree.

Amy Sedaris
I loved her in "Strangers with Candy", but the bootleg you-tubage featuring her "I like You" book tour is insane. Her brother David’s not bad either. I read "Me talk pretty one day" while on the plane to Jacksonville. I enjoyed it, but felt awkwardly insecure reading it in public. I folded the cover around toward the inside. Funny thing…I liked it so much I did one of those "if you like David Sedaris you'll love so and so" searches on Google. I found Augusten Burroughs' "Running with scissors". Also uncomfortably gay. Better to just tear the damn cover off of that one.

Zaxbys
The grilled chicken sandwich meal is an excellent bargain at $4.99 plus tax. Swap the honey mustard for Zax sauce though. It’s on the weekday lunch rounds. Makes a good Tuesday or Wednesday.

Scrabble.
I love scrabble. I use to play the venerable board game with my mother when I was younger. I learned the art of placing the "q" on the triple letter score square at an early age. I rediscovered scrabble over a bottle of good bourbon with my wife a few years ago. We were staying at the beach. The weather had turned bad. The power was out and all we had were the paperbacks and board games that filled the built-ins of our rental; remnants from the many years of past guest. We set up shop and played by candlelight on the screened porch. The wind that was whipped up by the late afternoon thunderstorm rattled the overgrown myrtles shading the property and made the experience that much more memorable. We still play scrabble when it rains.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Wall of Mediocrity

I ran across an interesting article in Slate magazine last week about unwitting parents who lavish their offspring with praise, even at the most mundane accomplishment. It has been a pet-peeve of mine for years, ever since my son’s first tee-ball practice. All of the "Oh, your soooo Awesomes" have taken a toll on me. I have no problem giving praise when it's warranted, but I've always thought that bombarding your kids with undeserved praise was more than a disservice, but a detrimental travesty that would eventually lead to some sort of group therapy. I got a good laugh out of Greg Fockers "Wall of Gaylord" in the movie "Meet the Fockers", where the mediocrity of Ben Stillers character was celebrated as spirited achievement in a shrine-like display erected by his father. This subject has always touched a nerve with me, and unfortunately in our society the behavior has become more ubiquitous. You see it everywhere...Parents showering praise for even the most meager of efforts. I know so many people like this, it turns my stomach. Here is an excerpt from the article:

The Wall Street Journal reported last month on the travails of employers faced with twenty- and thirtysomethings who've been told how brilliant and wonderful and special they are all their lives. The article tells of a consultant who counsels a manager to praise young employees for showing up on time after a pattern of lateness. How does one conjure a compliment out of "pathetic" and "entitled"? A personality test for narcissism given to college students every year shows an inexorable rise, with today's students being on average 30 percent more narcissistic than the students of 1982. Substitute "self-esteem" for "narcissism" and the results suddenly look rosy, but you simply can't, because all the $10 trophies and the lavish praise of mediocrity, or even failure, doesn't really bolster kids' self-worth. They drink the Kool-Aid, but they also know it.

Stanford psychologist Carol Dweck concluded that it's not praise itself that's the problem, but rather the kind of praise we pile on our kids. You’ve heard it a million times, “you’re soo smart” or “you’re the best player on the team!”, when what we should be praising is the hard work and the effort. Dweck speculates that if you tell a kid he's smart , the only place he's got to go is down, thereby avoiding challenges and freezing at the thought of failure, but tell him you admire his determination and he'll keep plugging away, bettering himself in the process.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Boat Fever

I am a huge fan of wooden boats, so the Charleston Maritime festival this weekend is definitely on my to do list, and I have my boarding passes in hand. For several years I have attended the holy city's maritime festival and watched longingly as others participated in the family boat building event. The family boat building event introduces novices to the wonderful craft of wooden boat building, where experts mentor families as they construct a small skiff from pre-cut materials. The event culminates with a launch party. I have threatened to sign up for the event every year, but as usual, we waited until the last minute to register. The family boat building event only accommodates twenty entries, and it fills pretty quickly as one might imagine. Feeling a bit overworked and disappointed that I missed the cut again this year, I vowed to build my own wooden boat. This was no overnight decision. I knew what design I wanted build and have had her plans in my head for years. So, with a bit of research and a few phone calls, my son and I are well on our way to building a classic Bayou Pirogue (pronounced pee-row). The pirogue was first introduced to the bayou in the late 1600's. It is somewhat of a mystery how the pirogue got to Louisiana, but it has been there for centuries and has become a part of the Cajun heritage. Originally the pirogue was hewn from large cypress logs, some measuring more than 12 feet in diameter. The cypress log was split down the middle. Then the outside of the log was shaped to the builders liking using only an ax and an adze. After finishing the outside, it was turned over so that the insides could be "scooped" out with an adze and other chisels. I ordered measured drawings from UncleJohns.com, and a supply of epoxy resin and wood flour from http://www.raka.com/. Larry Steeves, owner of Raka, inc. was a huge help, and has built a pirogue himself. I also spent some time researching construction techniques and found that by increasing the length and width of the vessel it would be a much more stable craft. A few of the images are of Tom Hills pirogue. Constructed in North Carolina, Tom's version is a faithful derivative of the classic bayou pirogue. I have set up the sawhorses and the tailgate tent on the patio and I can't wait to get started, I'll make sure to post plenty of step by step pictures. I haven't done much fiberglass work, so this should be fun. See you guys at the festival!


Friday, May 04, 2007

On Simplifying Life

I’m in a miserable rut. I work constantly, and there is never enough time in the day to do what needs to be done. I'm having a terrible time getting motivated to do anything, and living in our house in the condition it's in is difficult to say the least. I haven't been able to enjoy myself in a long time. Even if I take a weekend off for some downtime, I end up doing nothing and feeling guilty for it. I keep telling myself that if we can just get through this office overhaul, I'll relax some, maybe go to the beach. We bought a family pack of splash passes this year even though I’d wager we won’t use them once. We find it difficult to grocery shop much less cook, or do laundry for that matter. We eat out often enough that even the fare from our finest local establishments is uninspiring. We irresponsibly have pets that we don't have time to care for. Not being able to see light at the end of the tunnel is weighing heavily on me. Setting priorities has become increasingly more difficult, and getting out of bed in the mornings is a challenge in itself. I filter through mountains of unkempt clothing every morning trying to find something suitable to wear to work, and it never seems to get any easier. I'm throwing down the gauntlet and making a conscious decision to simplify my life, to take time for myself and my children. Experts agree that simplifying ones life is the easiest way to become more productive. It's often suggested that we cut out activities that aren't consistent with our core values. I know I need to stop spending time to save money. Instead, I should be spending money to save time. I shouldn't spend an entire weekend putting up drywall when I can have a crew do it in six hours for less than 400 dollars. It's not worth my time. I've also decided that I'll plan for a weekend that doesn't involve work, to spend more time with my family and with folks that make some kind of positive contribution to my life. I'm going to stop spending time with people who drain what little energy I have left. If you're a needy friend or relative, sorry...I'll catch up with you later. I'm not going to focus any of my time on things I can't control. I'm not going to worry about what our contemptible competitors are up to. I'm not going to check my stock portfolio every day anymore. I'm going to cut back on the extra curricular activities my over-stimulated kids are involved with. If they need a day planner when their ten, their too damn busy. I'm going to take time for a glass of wine and an evening walk. Maybe I'll go fishing. Anybody know of a good home for a two year old border collie?

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Late Freeze Spoils SC Peach Crop

The unexpected Easter freeze seems to have devastated the palmetto states peach crop, a reported 35 million dollar annual production and the second largest peach crop in the nation. California is the first. I feel for the upstate farmers. An April freeze attacks bud growth, usually spelling disaster for their fruit. I live a block away from the farmers market in Summerville, and I frequent the market every Saturday morning with my kids. The opening of the market in April marks the perennial start of the growing season, and its close in October wraps up the local harvest with the traditional bounty of fall; squash, pumpkins, and corn. In the summer though, fresh Carolina peaches are always a favorite with my family. I'm convinced that my youngest can devour half her body weight in peaches. I may have to boycott those California Peaches this year, they're just not the same as stone fruit from the upstate. Although they vary from growing season to growing season, I find the western varieties not so appealing in the taste department, arguably the most important characteristic for fruit of any kind if you ask me. The California ones are clearly beautiful specimens to behold, but I'll take a dent or two for a Carolina peach bursting with flavor and aroma any day. Fruit is not unlike honey in that it takes on a subtle flavor distinction from its indigenous surroundings, and because this is obviously Gods country, our crops taste, well...divine. I can only pray that our berries held out, what kind of summer would it be without fresh local berries?

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

16 grandchildren, 38 great-grandchildren, and 9 great-great-grandchildren

My grandmother on my father’s side passed away last week. She had been ill for several months after suffering a nasty fall in her nursing home. My brother and I picked up our younger sister, and made our way to Louisville Kentucky to pay our last respects and be with our family. Our sister had driven from Atlanta to Greenville and we met her off 385 on our way up. It was an eleven-hour trip, and one that I made with some reluctance. I have to limit exposure to my sister and I thought that spending hours in a confined space with her would make me say or do something I would surely regret, but this trip was different. We laughed, told stories about our own road trips as kids, and enjoyed each other’s company amidst the incredible vistas of the Great Smokey Mountains. We indulged ourselves in barbeque at establishments that neither of our spouses would be caught dead in. We reconnected with cousins we had not seen in many years. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses and promised to keep in touch. For many years, way too many to count, I have avoided spending time with my family other than on the emblematic holidays, because as we all know, moderation is the key to enjoying any potentially dangerous cocktail. However, I had a profound revelation on this trip, on this sad and mournful journey I came to appreciate that the bonds of family are stronger than any petty vice, blood is indeed thicker than water, and in the absence of our kids and our significant others, we realized that we are who we are, and that it’s ok to be that way. My cousin Richard said it with the simplest eloquence; “Look around you guys, look at all these children. If it weren’t for Grandma, none of us would be here today” This man, this stranger, opened his home to us and welcomed us with open arms, because we share a common thread without which none of us would exist, because we’re family.

POE, ESTHER MAE RICE, 87, our beloved mother, passed away Thursday, March 22, 2007 at River View Village in Clarksville, IN. Formerly of Louisville, she retired from Kentucky Baptist Hospital as a nurse aid, was past president and a life member of VFW Auxiliary and Robert E. Newman Post. She was preceded in death by her husband, Hubert Edgar Poe. She is survived by two sons, Edgar Ray Poe and Charles Walter Poe; two daughters, Carol F. Egbert and Linda Sanders; 16 grandchildren; 38 great- grandchildren; and nine great-great- grandchildren. Graveside service will be held at 11 a.m. Monday, March 26, 2007 in the Evergreen Cemetery. Visitation is from 4-8 p.m. on Sunday at the Neurath and Underwood Funeral Home (between Clays and Shelby Sts.)

Monday, March 12, 2007

Killing two stones for one bird

OK, well I did it. I had a vasectomy on Friday, and I'm back at work today with no real problems, hardly worthy of all the trumped up paranoia I placed on the ordeal. I will say that it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, but it was remarkably uneventful, thanks to the skillful hands of my urologist. I am notoriously bad about misplaced and undue anxiety. As a matter of fact, I was so worked up about the procedure by Wednesday of last week that I had to call the Doctor and ask for something to ease me through. No problem said his staff. They called in a Valium derivative and told me to take it thirty minutes prior to the procedure. I took the day off to avoid all of the good natured ribbing from my male coworkers...aping the doctor making jokes about the size of my unit, as in; “Your balls may swell to the size of normal testicles, but I don’t think we can do anything for your penis”. I took the anti-anxiety medication like clockwork on the way over to the outpatient center. When we arrived I was greeted by a small inconspicuous whiteboard at the front desk that explained that the good doctor was running an hour and a half behind due to an emergency surgery. Icing the kicker no doubt. Not good. My wife tried to calm me down, and we headed over to The Atlanta Bread Company for a sconce and a cup of coffee. At this point I was quite relaxed since daddy's little helper was kicking in nicely. Nothing outrageous, but it did take the edge off. About an hour into the newspaper we started to head back over to the Dr's office. Out of concern that the euphoria of the Valium might wear off leading to an uncontrollable panic attack during the procedure, I took a second one. Not the brightest move slick. I could have chewed my tongue off and not known it, but it made the process fairly benign, at least what I can remember of it. I slept until ten-thirty Saturday morning. Two days on the couch rotating bags of frozen peas and I'm back at work today, although a little slower and perhaps a bit more apprehensive about the proper approach angle when sitting. The patient informational brochure suggested that you "shave the upper scrotal area" I think I went a little overboard in that department and the resulting sandpaper effect is wreaking havoc down there. I still have a pronounced pain in my lower right abdomen, not unlike being on the receiving end of a spirited dixie-youth cup check. Guys, you know what I'm talking about. They say that its normal and should subside in a few days. All things considered, I'm just glad its over and I'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things, unsheathed.

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Bell Capital Cup Memories


Over the Christmas Holidays my sons youth hockey team competed in the worlds largest organized tournament in Ottawa Canada, rather successfully too. Out of a total of 510 teams from around the world, the boys finished in second place in the Pee-Wee Majors single A division. Not bad for a team from South Carolina aye? check it out here...

Thursday, October 19, 2006

The Family

My wife and I have been married, uhhhh....a long time. We use hurricane Hugo in 1989 as our reference point. We were married at the historic Middleton gardens in 1991, two years after the devastating storm, on it's anniversary no less (Sept 21). We have two wonderful children, a border collie and two cats.