A workday

Not really of any interest to anyone not in my family.

Most of what I do on a day to day basis is paperwork and fixing little stuff. Every once in a while something big happens. Like a new phone system or new routers/phone switches. But for the most part I am here sorting stuff out.
Adding users, deleting users, adding groups, adding patients to groups. Dealing with non-profit vendors and paper work for Micro$oft, or loading/fixing desktops/AP/printers. It's all pretty mundane and sometimes I get to thinking that really this place doesn't need me.

There was a very bright boy in the simmer computer camp that was run here. A very bright funny boy. On the last day of the computer camp (which I did not run, a counselor did) they had a party. The kids were having fun and it all seemed so ... normal. The very bright boy was doing Michael Jackson dance moves and doing them really well. One of the construction guys we hired said that they all seemed so normal. So Boss asked the kid to come here and asked the boy if he practiced those moves. The boy said no he did not. So Boss asked the boy where he learned them.

The boy said "Michael comes to me at night and teaches me"

Yup. A nice normal kid.

A visit to my parents.

My mom and dad were really stoked to have the kids over. We stayed for a while and watched Fantasia (note to self, kids do not recognize the subtleties of classical music, but dancing hippos and crocs are cool so is the Night on Bald Mountain segment).

A few days earlier I had got the boys a pocket knife each. Kinder1 lost his privileges the next day but Kinder2 whittled out a bow.After a while we dug out the bb guns, we talked gun safety the previous day and went to shoot:


Here is where Kinder1 really shined, having never picked up a rifle before he hit about 80% of time after he got in the groove. Later, hotdogs and beans for dinner. All thing considered,a great day.

Thoughts from the trip home

Top Phrases I heard/said on the trip home from Pennsic with an eight year old and a seven year old:

• My seatbelt hurts
• Sit up and it won't
• One more time and you will lose computer time
• I want $foodwater
• Do you have to pee?
• How much longer?
• Did you have fun?
• Stop hitting/touching/$bothering your brother!
  

What I did not say:

• Anything to the effect of "Knock it off or I'll turn this car around"
• You'll just have to hold it
• No swear words that I remember.

Both kids got authorized for youth SCA fighting (Yay!) and they have Ironwolf favors, in addition my lady, Tangwystal was put on watch. (Yay!).

I'm tired and am going to take a nap. Pics later.

The first post on the blog

I will be going to Pennsic this Friday for 4 days of fun and hitting people with sticks :). And to pick up Der Kinder.

Am I nervous: Hell yeah.
Am I looking forward to being there with the kids and taking them into my house and all the fun/scary stuff/drama/misc stuff that entails.: Yeah.