The posting has been slow lately and will likely be very slow for the next week or two as we move to a new house. Just in case anyone was wondering.
On Government Stupidity
I’ve been a pretty active critic of the frequently spouted notion that government can’t do anything right. That criticism may diminish a bit after my latest trip to the post office.
So, it’s Saturday night, and Amy mentions that she needs 50 post card stamps to notify folks of our impending move and is thinking about heading to the post office to see if the stamp vending machines sell them. I tell her I’m in need of some beer anyway and that I’ll swing by the post office
on the way. I head out, get a 6-pack of Guinness, and head into the post office. We’re in luck, they sell the post card stamps out of the machine. $2.40 per 10-pack of stamps, and I have $18 in my wallet. I throw a $10 bill in the machine. The stupid thing doesn’t let you choose multiple packs. So I shrug, type in “D-1,” and it spits out my 10-pack of 24 cent stamps along with ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk, 7 of those dollar coins nobody ever uses.
No big deal, I’m just going to feed them back into the machine to get more stamps. But, as it turns out, the &$*#(&% machine doesn’t take dollar coins. The United States Post Office machine gives you change in a currency it will not accept itself. Just one of those little nuisances designed to raise your blood pressure a little bit. I’m just glad I was on a beer run at the time.
Holiday weekend
Rep. Heim has an entry recapping the life of a candidate during the 4th of July weekend. I’m a little tired just reading it: parades, pancake breakfasts, ice cream socials, and, just to keep things busy, a family reunion.
That may be too much of a good thing. My family went to the Town of Wolcott’s 4th of July festival. That’s a pretty good time for a young family. As my wife has noticed, I have a real thing for “booth food.” I’m kind of a skinny guy for whom food is not necessarily a priority. But if I go to a fair or festival or something similar where they’re selling pork or rib-eye sandwiches, watch out. Anyway, Wolcott had the pork sandwiches and some of the little traveling carnival rides. My two year old boy *loved* the rides. My wife Amy thought maybe he’d be scared. That boy? No way. He has such a love of being spun and tumbled. The real problem was getting him off the ride. He doesn’t really understand the concept of “pay, ride a little while, get off.” You’ve never seen such sorrow. Aside from that, there was a live band and just a bunch of people enjoying the day. There is something about Indiana festivals I just love.
But I digress.
Big Girl
Just wanted to point out that I think my daughter is very cute, and she’s rapidly moving from baby to toddler status.
Domesticity
I’ve been outed by my wife.
That’s my boy
I posted this over at our family blog, but it amused me so much, I thought I’d go ahead and cross-post. Cole is my 2.5 year old son:
We had a beautiful evening – nice breeze, sun starting to set, 70 degrees. Cole and I were kicking back, winding down after a long day. He was in his toy car. I was next to him, sitting under a tree staring out over the cornfield to the south of my yard.
He looked curiously at the bottle of Negra Modelo I was holding. “That’s beer,†I told him.
“That’s beer,†he repeated, testing out the new word. He paused for a bit, thinking. “Looks delicious!†he decides.
Yes, son. Yes it is. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him use the word “delicious†before. I had to explain that it’s a “Daddy†drink.
How many Massons does it take to change a light bulb?
Vacation
I’m currently on vacation visiting my folks for the Easter weekend. So, if my posting is a little light, that’s why. I didn’t even make it to a computer yesterday — road weary after 12 hours of traveling with small children. My plan had been to drive through the night, but my 2 year old woke up and then started crying for a couple of hours, leading in turn to tears from my 8 month old, then my wife. In short, I had a mutiny on my hands. At first, my inclination was to go all Captain Bly with the situation. But, eventually, I relented and we got a hotel room at 4 a.m. This was the first time my 2 year old had slept in a bed. So, he was wired from the road and he kept leaning over on top of me saying stuff like “that’s a mirror Dad. A mirror Dad. A mirror. Look a mirror” until I acknowledged his observation. It didn’t help that I kept busting out laughing at the situation which made him laugh and encouraged him. But eventually we got some sleep and then made it the final two hours to our destination. But, I digress.
Cat’s in the Cradle
Amy took this picture of Cole the other day. Just a little reminder that I probably don’t *need* to do that last thing at the office after 5:00 rolls around. Soon enough the boy probably won’t be all that interested in me. I ought to enjoy it while I can.
Just Sittin’
Nothing at all to do with politics. I just wanted to demonstrate that my daughter is possibly the cutest kid in the world. (Not that I’m biased or anything.) Learning to sit up is fun:
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