Monday, July 30, 2007

Can I File For Unemployment?


Like most of us, we have the local Sunday paper delivered to our house. Like some of us, the Sunday paper gets divided up among the readers. For example, the sports page is in my pile, while all the fliers and coupons end up with Mrs. Joe. And like a few of us, the paper then sits, occasionally being read a little at a time throughout the day. It’s usual in our house that the paper is not finished until the end of the day.

Apparently, Peanut noticed us reading the paper yesterday.

This morning Mrs. Joe was getting dressed while I was in the shower. Peanut must have seen the Sunday paper lying on the coffee table and decided to give Mrs. Joe and me something to read. She brought Mrs. Joe the comics, “How sweet, something bright, colorful and fun”, I thought, "just what one needs on a Monday morning."

She brought me the want ads.

Did my 2 year old just fire me?

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Thursday, July 26, 2007

Quick, Painless, And Almost Odor Free


The following post has been rated “M” by the weblog content rating system. It is intended for mature audiences. It contains graphic violence and may not be suitable for young readers.

You probably don’t want to be eating anything while you read it either.

So Mrs. Joe called me at work yesterday.

“You have something to take care of when you get home from work.”

“Okay…”

“There is something dead in the backyard. It smells pretty bad and there are flies all over it.”

“What is it?”

“I think it’s a skunk.”

“You think it’s a skunk.”

“Well, I didn’t get too close because...it has no head”

Now she had my attention.

I got home from work and went out to the backyard to check on our headless visitor. Sure enough, it was a skunk and its head was about a foot away. What was odd was it seemed to have not sprayed. The odor was just from being out in the sun all day. It didn’t look as if it was in a fight so I wondered what could have decapitated a skunk so quick. I looked around but there was not a guillotine or any samurai to be found.

Lucky for us, we have some woods in the back where I buried the ill fated victim. I am still curious as to how he could have met his demise. Anybody got any ideas? I’m thinking a hawk or some other bird. I am happy though that whoever did it seems to have done it quick & painless.

Last thing I want is that smell all around the backyard.

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Monday, July 23, 2007

Some Athletes Can Be Role Models


I had planned on giving the highlights to Mrs. Joe & I's trip to Fenway to see the Red Sox yesterday. It would have started with complaining about the Boston traffic before the game. (The T wasn't running to Fenway, we had to take the bus.) It would have continued with the usual eating, drinking, cheering & jeering during the game. (Not much jeering with a win.) Followed by more complaining about the Boston traffic after the game. (Again, no T, but this time we all are leaving at once.)

Instead, I was reminded that all I did was go to a baseball game when I opened the paper this morning and read that Jon Lester was scheduled to pitch in tonight's game against the Cleveland Indians.

Jon Lester is a 23 year old Red Sox pitcher who was diagnosed last year with non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. I can't tell you anything more about it other than it's cancer. Talk about your reality check. I sat down and watched tonight's game cheering not only for the Red Sox but for Jon Lester. Anybody who can beat cancer, never mind come back to pitch in a major league baseball game has to be a hero. My heart filled with emotion as I watched his parents in the stands cheering for their son.

The Red Sox beat their opponent tonight. But more importantly Jon Lester beat his opponent, too. Luckily, this time it was only a game, not something bigger.

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Thursday, July 19, 2007

How Can I Be Upset About Getting Red Sox Tickets?


Mrs. Joe got a phone call from her Pilates partner yesterday. It seems she had received tickets to the Red Sox game this Sunday. The seats are located behind home plate and as some of you may know, obtaining Red Sox tickets of this value is not easy.

Like a kid on Christmas morning, I was ready to accept the gift with open arms. I haven’t been to a game yet this year and it wasn’t looking like I would. Never mind sitting behind home plate. I immediately began thinking that this would be my first Red Sox game with The Champ. I was imagining his first ride on the T, his first walk down Yawkey Way, seeing Big Papi up close, all the things that make for a son’s first Red Sox game at Fenway Park.

As it turned out, I was incorrect in one assumption.

The tickets were intended for Mrs. Joe & me. It was to be a husbands and wives thing.

Realizing I wasn’t going to be able to take The Champ, I started feeling a little guilty. I have been looking forward to his first game for a while. How was I going to justify going to the game and not take him, I thought? Mrs. Joe voiced her concern about him going, anyway. She feels he’s still too young for that long of a day. And seeing that Mrs. Joe wanted to go to the game made it easier to accept. Usually, she is about as interested in the Red Sox as I am in who’s going to be the Next Food Network Star. (I am interested, but don’t tell anybody. GO AMY!)

So we have accepted the invitation. My sister will be watching the kids. At least it will be some fun for the adults. I can’t remember the last time Mrs. Joe has been to a game. We’ll drink some beers, eat some hot dogs and have a good time.

But I’ll be thinking of The Champ at times, still looking forward to our first game together.

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Monday, July 16, 2007

Transition Of Tradition


The untrodden path is choked by the weeds of tradition. Be not afraid to cut through. - Admiral Hyman G. Rickover

Earlier this week, I posted some highlights of our vacation but I wanted to single out a conversation I had with Mrs. Joe one night while we were there.

Traditionally since Mrs. Joe was a kid, her grandparents would take her and my mother-in-law to The Whitman House for dinner while vacationing on Cape Cod. Both Mrs. Joe and my mother-in-law are an only child so it would be the 4 of them. This occurred every year up until her grandmother's passing a few years ago. (Her grandfather passed away some time in the 90's.) Since then, only Mrs. Joe and I have gone there for dinner while we were on vacation. My mother-in-law didn't show much interest continuing the tradition. Either way, it’s a safe bet that Mrs. Joe has had dinner there once a year for the last 30 years.

This year she ended that tradition.

Not because she wanted to end the tradition, but simply because Mrs. Joe didn't feel the same about the place. Without her grandparents and her mother, The Whitman House became nothing more than a restaurant to her. Changes to the place didn't help either. The menu had been changed and the bartender that made her Shirley Temples as a kid and Cosmos as an adult had moved on. So with having only two or three nights to go out to eat while on vacation, there were better choices. Her decision to let it go was tough and I could see she was having a hard time with it

I figure, the two of us are responsible for the traditions Peanut and The Champ will remember and pass on to their children. It should not matter that the traditions they will grow up with were started by us or by others. What matters is that there are some traditions, whether it is dinner at a special restaurant while on vacation or dinner at McDonald's once a week just because.

Aren't most traditions simply born from repetition, anyway? Years from now, we all will have had a few recurring events become traditions. Traditions that we will want our children to pass on to theirs.

Now that Mrs. Joe had cleared the weeds to this path, I guess we will have to wait and see where it takes us.

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Thursday, July 12, 2007

More Obscure Movie References



Awesome! Totally awesome! - Jeff Spicoli

First, Rebecca apparently didn’t get my memo. Luckily for me, I can blame running around in my underwear on the heat wave that New England is currently under.

Second, Mrs. Joe is coming back early. Looks like you can vacation with your mother for only so long.

And Third, Em, from Notes From My Corner, has given me this Awesome Dude Blogger badge.


Thanks, man. Your blog is pretty awesome, too.

I now want to nominate another “Awesome Dude Blogger”. The posts about himself and his daughter make me look forward to future times with mine.

Darren, aka Clare’s Dad, definitely is an Awesome Dude blog. And yes, Dude blogs about dads and their daughters can be awesome, totally.

So a short post today. Mrs. Joe is due back later this afternoon and the house looks like the aftermath of a party Kelly LeBrock would throw.

How did she clean that house up, again?

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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Thank God For The "Freshman 15"


We had a wonderful vacation on Cape Cod this past week. The weather was perfect; there was only one day that was a washout due to rain. I will give a brief review and try not to bore you with the details.

We stay in Wellfleet, which is on the outer cape, and can easily get to both the ocean beaches and the cape beaches within 10 minutes. We went to Newcomb Hollow beach most days, sometimes going to Mayo Beach, near Wellfleet harbor so the kids could have more fun in the calmer water.

As many of you can relate, the children were up rather early every day. Seeing the rest of the house isn't used to waking up at 6:00 am, Mrs. Joe and I would load Peanut & The Champ into the strollers and head to the park to kill some time. Lucky for us, we were able to stop at The Flying Fish Cafe for a coffee along the way.

The whole family got together one night and toasted marshmallows at a beach fire. More than once, we drove to Nauset Ice Cream in Eastham for a treat. We took The Champ to miniature golf at The Red Barn in Eastham. He scored more hole-in-ones than I did!

Thanks to my in-laws, Mrs. Joe & I had three nights to ourselves. We had dinner at The Wicked Oyster in Wellfleet and Mahoney’s Atlantic in Orleans. We went up to Provincetown Saturday night, shopped along Commercial St., had a nice dinner at Napi’s and caught some of the Red Sox game at the Squealing Pig.

Everything made for a great time as I said, but there was one thing that occurred on the first day which helped set the tone for the week. Let me start by noting that Mrs. Joe has two younger sisters, one is in college and the other is still in high school. They are both out there for the summer working. The older sister had left her bikini lying out and Mrs. Joe felt a little brave.

End result is; being a mother of two, over 30, looking better than your teenage sister (in HER bikini) and confident enough to wear said bikini to the beach a few times makes for a happy mommy.

Thank you, UMass, Old Navy and the Y .

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