Random Photos

I hated cell phones for quite some time.  The last one I had ended up getting ruined in a jealousy-fueled drunken rage brought on by a little bit of rum and a lot of time in a long-distance relationship.  That aside, it was probably 3 years between the day I kicked that old phone and the day I even thought about getting a new one.  Gotta say though, I made a pretty good choice with this new phone, it’s an LG env2, the black one not the red.  Built into this amazing texting device is a not too shabby 2MP camera, which I now use almost all the time and anytime I see something that just makes me laugh out loud.  Here’s a few examples:

This photo was taken with said camera by my wife on the morning after Valentine’s Day.  We ended up leaving the kids with the grandmother and staying at a great little place in Ocean City, MD.  Now, usually the pictures I take with the phone are of things that make me laugh, but this one just put a smile on our faces.

 

Occasionally, and unfortunately more often than not, the phone comes out sometimes just out of pure laziness.  I wanted to get a picture of my oldest one in the new room of our new house, but as cute as he was talking on the phone with his great-grandfather, I took the photo with the phone intstead of walking four feet and grabbing the camera.  Still didn’t turn out too bad.  Again, no laughs here, just smiles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, now this one’s hilarious!  The best part is, this is just a face he decided to make when I told him to say “Cheese!”  There’s a lot more pictures in the phone just waiting to be uploaded next time I have a free minute, so, if you’ve wandered on to this little space of mine, come back and check them out!!

A curse, or just a pet peeve?

The American Heritage Dictionary defines a pet peeve as:

pet peeve

NOUN:
Informal

Something about which one frequently complains; a particular personal vexation.

Looking at the definition here, I’m still not sure.  My issue is this:

 

I’m not a huge guy.  Around six feet tall, a good 190 pounds but I don’t look it.  I can comforatbly fill a seat on the metro train without overflowing into the next, thereby affecting any other rider.  I understand, we all come in different shapes and sizes and not everyone can fill just one seat on the train.  Trust me, I’m ok with that.  I enjoy diversity! 

The problem though is that I like my space.  I don’t even mind sharing my space with someone if it’s warranted, but when it’s not is when I get razzled.  I normally access the metro system at the top of the line, and usually the train is empty when it stops.  I get on, grab a seat close to the door to avoid trouble getting off, and mind my business.  What I get upset about is when, one or two stops down the line, there are still plenty of seats available usually with an available adjacent seat, the one person that will spill into my seat from his decides to sit in the open seat beside me.

I have nothing against someone who might take up more than one seat, but because I fill ONLY my seat, you are not entitled to take more room than your seat allows!!  Two seats minus me does not leave one and a half seats!!  The train isn’t usually crowded when this happens and they can have two whole seats of their own a mere six feet away!!  It’s like I’m a magnet for this!!

So.  Is it a curse bestowed upon me due to karma or something, or is it just an annoyance or pet peeve??  I think in this case, one leads to the other.  I’ve made someone angry before and now they have said “You will not get a full seat on a train for more than two stops!!” which then leads to me getting crazy and red-faced about it.  Whew…I feel better.

Really?!? On a crowded train?!?

(I wrote this yesterday, but didn’t get a chance to post until today)

Alright…for my thoughts today, or first if I have a chance to get back on here again, I’ve got one that doesn’t really fit what I want these blogs to be.  Unfortunately though, this subject affected me so much today that I just can’t get it off my mind and need to get it out.

On the train this morning during the commute…The car is packed and since I got on at the top of the line, I had a nice seat picked out, was comfortable, bouncing back and forth between my daily dose of Carolla and Megan Joy Corkrey’s American Idol performance of “Put your records on.”  Love her version by the way.  Three more stops down the line and literally every seat is filled, and now so is the aisle.  I’ve just reminded myself about another “rant” about the metro system, but lets focus on flatulence this time.

That being said, I’ll get right to it.  No matter how much gum you chew, no matter how minty that gum is, it cannot mask the harshest of smells from being sensed by the brain.  I can’t possibly tell you which one of the twenty people in a three foot radius it was, but somebody had a bushel of broccoli last night for dinner and decided to share with the rest of us.

I know, I know.  It’s one of those things that happens to us humans.  But really?  On a packed train?  Really?!? Can’t hold that for ten minutes?!?

Another episode of “Other people’s kids” coming soon…

Great…Now I’m Blogging…

To tell you the truth, I never thought I was the type to sit here in front of a computer and just type anything I deemed necessary.  I didn’t like writing in school, I’m forced to write at work (I’m a curriculum developer/trainer.)  So why now?

Honestly, what happened is this.  I’m around 33 years old, am married and have two spectacular little ones.  Two boys to be precise, both under 6 years old.  I’ve made plenty of mistakes in my life and the closet is full of skeletons to prove it, so the mission was to help my boys out later in life.  What I had planned to do was, anytime something came up, a mistake I made, a good choice my wife and I had agreed on, anything of relevance really, I’d write it down in detail with the pros and cons of each for my kids to read later.  I’d end up printing everything out chronologically, then binding them in leather or some other nice/from the heart kind of way.  The boys would receive the books when their lives made sense to them and when anything in the books could be of any use to them.  Kind of a “A smart kids’ guide to life, written by an idiot” sort of thing.

I have effectively started the whole process.  I’ve got another blog going just for them, and in the end I hope it serves the purpose for them.  Such good kids!

So that’s one reason.  Another I have to blame on one Adam Carolla.  Love him or hate him, you have to admit the man has a lot to say!  Having listened to him for over 13 years now I was really depressed when his radio show went off the air last week.  Thank the heavens that he is putting out a podcast “to serve as a piece of nicotine gum” until he gets something else rolling.  Mr. Carolla seems to put every bit of stress that builds up in his life out through his mouth.  At the end of any of Adam’s rants, you can tell that all the stress that was there 10 minutes before is gone.  This blog is to me as his voice is to Adam Carolla.  Hopefully this will help.  Don’t get me wrong, life is great!  Two cars, two kids, one beautiful adoring wife…No “heart-attack” stress to speak of, but there are always the little things.  Some things you just can’t discuss with kids under 6, and lately I think the wife’s job takes a big enough toll on her that she doesn’t need to hear me question the world or those who inhabit it.  Maybe this will work as my way of decompressing.  I hope so, because I love it so far!

Like I said, I never thought I’d be doing this.  But, I said the same about Twitter, now I’m considering that also!!