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To a very special Mother

On rare occasions, usually around Valentine’s Day, our anniversary, or your birthday, I’ll sit in front of our keyboard staring vacantly at a blank document on the monitor. I try to put together words that can adequately describe how I feel. Sometimes, I’ll get a paragraph or even two out. But invariably, I fail.

And I will again today.

But I’m going to try anyway.

It’s not enough to say that you are my best friend. But you are my best friend.

It’s not enough to say that in a thousand lifetimes, I couldn’t find a better mother for my children. But there is no better mother for my children.

My limited vocabulary doesn’t contain the words that would express my gratitude for all you do for our family and my appreciation and awe at the sacrifices you have made. But I am so very grateful for the struggle and sacrifice you make for our marriage and our family.

It’s not enough to say “I love you.”

But I’ll continue to sit in front of my blank document. I’ll continue to hammer away at the keyboard failing endlessly to find the words that are enough. Maybe someday I’ll get lucky. Maybe someday, I’ll find the words. But until then, just know…

I love you.

Thank you for being my best friend. Thank you for being such a wonderful mother to our children. Thank you for everything you do for our family.
Happy Mother’s Day, Jenifer.


…has come home.

Two more pictures

Dad and Evie

Evie with her binky

Evelyn Diana Roberts

Born September 24th at 9:18 PM. 10 lbs 8 oz. 22 inches.

Mom is doing well and is still in recovery as I’m writing this. Evelyn has some issues common to babies born in her circumstances (gestational diabetes and five weeks premature), but is being monitored closely by staff so friendly and attentive I feel completely at ease about her situation. Evelyn will be in intensive care at least over night. She’s been visited by a few of the many people who love her. She’s expected to be just fine.

If I can figure out how to work Jen’s flickr account, check there for pictures.

Yes, sir. Yes,sir. Three bags full.

Last Tuesday night my brother-in-law brought over three garbage bags full of toys that my nephew decided he had outgrown. Gabe picked through them enough to find a motorcycle that kept him happy for hours. I think he went to bed with it that night.

Wednesday morning, I dumped all three bags out on the kitchen floor to see what was in there that Gabe could have now and what was worth keeping for later. It looked a little something like this:

(Just a note to PETA and or the humane society, Tigger was never in a garbage bag.)

 If I’ve learned anything from watching cable home improvement networks, when organizing a room or project, you sort items into “zones.”  So I began separating the toys into specific zones while Gabe supervised:

In order to properly organize all the toys, the zones were laid out as follows:

Toys Gabe can have now:

Toys Gabe can have later

The “army men” zone:


I realized this zone was much too politically incorrect.  So I tossed in an Indian a Native American to represent minorities and the Yellow Power Ranger to represent women. 

As is tradition in my family, these brave men and woman will give their lives on some future independence day.  Making the ultimate sacrifice on a battlefield littered with various types of fireworks.  But their lives will not have been in vain.  Somehow, throwing firecrackers at them and tying them to bottle rockets teaches children the importance of the July 4th holiday and what it truly means to be an American. 

The Power Rangers zone minus one Yellow Power Ranger (see above):

The Jackie Chan zone (which was one of the more lonely zones):


During the process, Gabriel created his own zones.  He didn’t give too much thought them, as they were inconveniently located on my computer desk and on the dining room table.  Which was no where near the rest of the zoning project.  But his enthusiasm and attention to detail was appreciated nonetheless. 

The “cars Gabriel wants to play with right now” zone:

The Motorcycle zone:

Now, I don’t usually like to make political statements on this website (usually, I make them in person), but the undeniable brutality of action-figure-war will not be ignored.  Those of you with weak stomachs will want to skip this part…

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Sleeping on the job

I don’t know if you’ve ever fallen asleep at your desk at work. It seems to me it would be too uncomfortable to actually fall asleep on, but I once attended a meeting where one of the participants had keyboard keys imprinted on his face. So it can happen. I witnessed it once again an hour ago…

Fortunately, Gabriel’s meeting schedule is clear this afternoon. So none of his professional associates will bear witness to his worktime snoozing. Just you folks.

Crazy night…

I just spent an hour and a half sitting alone in a completely dark building.  I’m not easily spooked, but I felt a little uneasy there.  It’s a new building, and is still doing some settling.  Loud banging noises occurred periodically with no obvious source.  I was there to clean the building.  It’s difficult to do that without light or power.  A vacuum cleaner is surprisingly useless without electricity.  No matter how much you roll it over a rug, the rug never gets cleaner.  Although…  When you can’t see the dirt anyway it doesn’t make a lot of difference, I suppose.  In fact…  Now that I think about it, as far as I know the building was clean when I got there.  So…  Mission accomplished. 

Listening to Coast to Coast AM doesn’t make sitting alone in a dark, strange building any more comforting either… 

I’m not really complaining.  I just downloaded this Windows Live Writer blogging tool, and I wanted to check it out.  If this post actually gets published, then I have to say it’s pretty keen. 

(Update:  It worked.)


Yeah… I saw Superman Returns like three days after I posted that… It was great. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves now.

Shut up

I haven’t seen Superman yet. I probably won’t get to see it for a while, and I don’t want to know about it. I’ve been avoiding reviews on tv, in print, and on the web. If you try to tell me about it, I’m going to hurt you.
That is all.

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