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Wordless Wednesday: Quick Focus

Posted in Wordless Wednesday on July 28th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 3 Comments

Sea World Fan

I’m not sure why I like this picture so much.  I was borrowing my brother-in-law’s new lens (Nikon 35mm f/1.8) to see if I could live with a fixed lens, and this bird flew by while we were at the Shamu show.  I spun with it and managed to get it in pretty dang good focus at 1.8 (for some reason the exif shows 1.7, which I find odd).  Anyway, there’s something about the bird that fascinates me.

I cropped it a tiny bit, sharpened, and put a vignette on it because I’m addicted to that right now.  :)

Wordless Wednesday – Upside Down

Posted in Wordless Wednesday on July 14th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 2 Comments

Okay, you knew I couldn’t let a wordless wednesday post go wordless.  I love this picture, and didn’t even realize how cool it would be when I took it…otherwise I would have gotten it square in the frame (I fixed it a bit w/software, but still…damn).

Taken at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History.

Racial Diversity

Posted in Kids on June 14th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 2 Comments

E came home from school the other day, and we started talking about Kindergarten.  We didn’t get into the county’s bilingual school, but since we weren’t big fans of the principal it’s not a big deal.  Plus, since E wants to go to our neighborhood school, things will work out well.

She keeps going on and on about how she can’t wait to ride the bus.  I never had to ride the bus as a kid, so I don’t know exactly what she’s going to encounter, but I sure hope she continues to like it after the first couple of days.  Anyway, of course we talked about the bus for a while.  And where the bus stop is.  And what happens at each end.  And what happens if she forgets to get off.  And, and, and.

Then, out of nowhere, she said, “I want more brown-skinned people in Kindergarten because right now there are no brown-skinned kids in my class.  SERIOUSLY!”  Full blown hand gestures and everything.

I love that kid.

Nerd

Posted in Me on April 23rd, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 8 Comments

louisThis morning I saw a couple of high school (?) kids walking down our street.  I’ve seen them before, and I’m always amazed at how nerdy one of these kids is close up.  There are nerdy kids, and then there are NERDS!  Think Louis from Revenge of the Nerds.  Really, this kid is a dead ringer.

Now I’m certainly not one to talk…I was pretty super completely geeky from about sixth grade on.  For goodness’ sake, I had a RPN calculator in grade school and thought it was cool!  (bonus points if you know what RPN stands for, and if my parents are reading this, I want that HP15C back when you no longer want it!)

I was just as nerdy in high school.  In addition to my blossoming weight problem, I clearly remember one day when one of my friends told me it looked like I combed my hair with a spoon.  Self esteem?  Yeah, right.  I would have traded anything in high school to look like one of the “normal” kids.

But this kid?  This kid is different.  I’ve never seen someone so comfortable in his own skin.  He owns his look, walking down the street like he’s Brad Pitt.  Richard Grieco?  Whoever it is the girls like these days.  That dude from Twilight?  The Situation?  God I’m old…I don’t know who any of these people are.

Anyhow, I’m always amazed at how some people refuse to worry about what other people think.  When I see my own kids go to preschool dressed in mismatched clothes that they insist on wearing, I automatically think, “Oh Lord, what are the other kids going to think?”  Thank goodness I don’t say it out loud, because E and M don’t care what the other kids might say.  They like it, so they’re going to wear it.

I hope they stay that way.

Willard Scott is the Man of My Dreams

Posted in Uncategorized on April 2nd, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 5 Comments

Wearing my sleep shirt, shorts, and bathrobe, I found myself walking down Hearst Avenue in Berkeley last night.  I didn’t want to be late for the lecture, but it wasn’t in Davis Hall like I thought.  It seemed like I should head down the hill, so away I went.willard

Fortunately, I saw Willard Scott directing traffic at the intersection with Euclid.  I went up to him and he said, “Follow me!  I’m on my way to the lecture right now.“  Thank goodness!

As we walked up Euclid, we stopped by a parked car where Willard watched a couple getting it on.  It was weird, kind of like watching porn with your parents, so I kept trying to get him to get going.  He just gave me his “eyebrows up Willard grin” and we kept walking.

We finally got to the lecture, which was being held in some interior design firm’s building.  Although Willard’s code wouldn’t unlock the door, I rang the bell and we went in.  We walked through the spiral hallway to get to the lecture hall (I’d never seen cubicles set up in a spiral shape before), and it was a pain to have to walk around the building so many times just to get to the center.  Stupid interior designers.

Just as we got to the lecture hall, I realized I’d left my phone somewhere.  I told Willard “STAY RIGHT THERE!” (I had to yell because he was having a problem focusing) and I ran back through the spiral to get my phone.  As I was running I heard my phone ring.  It was in my pocket the whole time!  Silly me.

On my way back, there were suddenly a lot of college aged girls sitting in the hallway – good thing I was wearing my nice robe.  But when I got back Willard was gone.  That rat was supposed to wait for me!  I arrived just in time to hear my old boss, Larry, introduce the speaker.  As I searched for a seat, I saw a couple of friends (Patricia and Rob) from Berkeley.  I tried to sit next to them, but the woman to their left wanted to keep an empty seat by her.  The woman to their right, however, moved her fuzzy blanket (she was stretched across several seats sleeping) and made room for me.

As I was sitting there, I remember seeing a lot of people I knew from the past, but don’t remember who they were.  Only Patricia and Rob.  The lecture must have been boring, because I ended up making fart jokes with Rob, who had moved to the row in front of me and was peeking above the seats like a 3 year old.

I know you’re dying to find out how it ended, but that was it.  I sure wish I knew where Willard went!

Wordless Wednesday – Kite Day

Posted in Uncategorized on March 31st, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 4 Comments

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2010 Disney Princess Half Marathon (aka The Tiarathon)

Posted in Me on March 16th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 282 Comments

Friday Night, Shredheads Meetup

We arrived on Friday, and I went straight to the packet pickup…and ignored the stuff at the Expo.  In hindsight I wish I hadn’t, but oh well.  I got back to the room just in time to pack up the family and meet Laura and Kari, who were staying at the same resort we were, on the way to dinner.  We took the water taxi over to Downtown Disney and relied on our expert navigating skills to get us to the restaurant.

After walking to the wrong end of Downtown Disney, um, on purpose…for sightseeing purposes, we walked back to the other end and met up with Kristen, the head Shredhead, as well as Erica (and her husband), Stephanie (and her husband), Liz, and Rekeesha.  We got some sandwiches, passed out our sponsor’s pedometers and the race shirts, and had a great time!

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Then E got cold and M peed in his pants, so Sharon took them back to the hotel.  We all hung out for a while, then the party split up as the 5K runners (go Stephanie and Liz!) had to get to bed for their race the next morning.

Sunday Morning, Pre-Race

Fast forward to Sunday.  Barely Sunday.  My alarm went off at 2:45am, and the wakeup call rang at 2:53am.  Disney has some REALLY annoying message playing for the wakeup call.  It doesn’t make me want to wake up so much as it makes me want to smash the phone through the wall.

After a quick breakfast, shower, and getting dressed, and I was out the door to catch the 3:30am bus to the staging area at Epcot.  It was COLD…39 degrees!  I’ve run in much colder than that, but this involved us standing around doing nothing from about 4am to 6am.  Fortunately Laura, Kari, and I found Kristen pretty easily and we huddled together for warmth.

Huddling with Laura and Kari to conserve body heat.  BRR!

Huddling with Laura and Kari to conserve body heat. BRR!

After a while we meandered over to the portapotty line and waited for what seemed like an eternity.  I met Kari going in while I was on my way out, and the only thing I could think of to say was, “it wasn’t me!”

I lied.  Sorry, Kari.

We finally got on our way toward the start line, and with our arms linked for warmth I felt like we were in the Wizard of Oz skipping down the yellow brick road.  I was so amped up by the cold, the race nerves, and the Diet Mountain Dew that I was shaking…so much so that Kristen commented on it.

We got to the start line, which had plenty of short-line portapotties (DANG!), and while Kari and Laura went to their corral, Kristen and I elbowed our way to the front of ours.  Miraculously, out of more than 10,000 people there, we walked right by Erica…hooray!  Then we waited.  And waited.

And waited some more.

Start – Mile 3.1 (5K)

Finally, 6am arrived and the first corral was released with a blaze of fireworks.  We were herded toward the front, and as we started running 7 minutes later, we got our own set of fireworks.  I have to admit, it was a kick ass way to start a race.  There was a huge (for that time of day, at least) crowd of people cheering us on, and my race nerves dropped away as we got going.

Everything I do should start with fireworks!

The start of the race - everything I do should start with fireworks!

The first three miles felt unbelievably easy and fast (although they weren’t particularly fast).  I started out pretty slow, then realized I needed to speed up to find my rhythm.  The first three miles had at least one band, somebody from a Bugs Life, and a big display from the Pirates of the Caribbean – including a big boat and some pirates doing their thing.  It was all very cool, and it definitely helped having those (and the water areas) to look forward to as landmarks.

Mile 1: 9:40
Mile 2: 9:57
Mile 3: 9:14
Official 5K split: 30:10

Miles 4-7

The first 3 miles may have been the easiest, but the next 4 were definitely the most fun part of the run.  Somewhere in these I heard (and then saw) Stephanie, her husband, and Erica’s husband (hereafter known as “The Crew”) cheering me on.  How awesome was that!  Plus, they got a picture of my butt.  I was so fast they couldn’t focus on me until I was already past.

According to Stephanie, "the yellow stripe is wbgookin's ass."

According to Stephanie, "the yellow stripe is wbgookin's ass."

As we approached the Magic Kingdom I don’t remember a whole lot other than running through where you’d pay to park your car, and the people yelling at us to watch out for the speed bump.  I guess somebody learned that one the hard way.  It was pretty cool running around stuff you’d normally not be able to.  Suddenly we were making a super-sharp left turn to get headed toward the front of the park.  Seeing Space Mountain during the middle of a race was definitely motivating.  And then I was turning onto Main Street.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get chills and a big dopey grin on my face.  They had some pretty cool music playing (think low bass and electronic effects), and there were TONS of people cheering.  Plus it was the Magic Kingdom!  WOO!  We ran down Main Street toward the castle, turned into and ran through Tomorrowland, ran through a little of Fantasyland…and suddenly we were turning to run through the back of Cinderella’s Castle.  They had it closed to pedestrian traffic for most of our visit (for the shows in front?), but it was open for us, and running through was, well, a little uneventful.  After all, when you’re inside the castle it’s hard to see any of it.  The turn onto Main Street was much more exciting for me.

Anyway, according to my watch we ran through Frontierland (I don’t remember any of that) and out of the park through some maintenancy-type buildings (I do remember those).  That was the first water stop where I noticed people weren’t throwing their cups in the garbage but on the ground instead.  Lame, runners, lame!

And just like that, after about 1.25 miles, we were done with the Magic Kingdom.

Mile 4: 9:19
Mile 5: 9:28
Mile 6: 9:28
Official 10K split: 59:42
Mile 7: 9:37

Miles 8-10

I don’t remember a lot about 7-10, which seems to be pretty common among the posts I’ve read about the race.  It was post-Magic Kingdom, so it was a little bit of a letdown, and I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a lot of roadside entertainment either.  I vaguely remember some bands, and a few characters along the side, but they might have been earlier or later.  The only thing I remember for sure was around mile 8 seeing The Crew cheering me on again.  That was totally unexpected (again), and super motivating (again).  I must have slowed down, though, because they were able to get a picture of me.

Fortunately, I remembered to do the classic "White Guy Thumbs Up" pose!

Fortunately, I remembered to do the classic "White Guy Thumbs Up" pose! My thumbs look really weird!

Mile 8: 9:13
Mile 9: 9:19
Mile 10: 9:30
Official 15K split: 1:29:21

Miles 11-13.1

I clearly recall passing mile 10 and realizing that I still had a whole 5K to run.  Ugh.  Plus, we’d all read that there was a “hill” on the course (an overpass) at about 10.5 miles.  Expecting the worst, lo and behold at about 10.4 miles there was an overpass.  I was prepared to drop to my first real walk of the race, but other than the superelevation of the road it wasn’t bad at all.  Partway around the curve (it was a cloverleaf interchange) there was an army man (G.I. Joe?) cheering us on and that was the beginning of the entertainment I remember again.

Then came TWO MORE OVERPASSES that weren’t in the travel brochure!

Fortunately, the adrenaline of almost being done got me through them, and as I got closer to Epcot and saw the parking lots and Spaceship Earth, I was really looking forward to finishing.

Duh.

We got into Epcot, ran toward Spaceship Earth, and I looked at my watched and realized we weren’t near 13.1 yet.  We had to run by Spaceship Earth, go all the way to the lake, then turn around, run back under it, and head back to the parking lot where the finish line was.  Ugh, what a horrible deception.

How dare Disney hide how far away the finish line was behind a bunch of switchbacks and hidden areas, and make me think I was almost there when I wasn’t and, uh, oh wait, that’s what they do all over Disney.  Why didn’t I expect that again?

Almost done!

Almost done!

Coming to the finish was almost anticlimactic since it was back out of the park.  I “sprinted” to the end and made it in 2 hours, 4 minutes and 46 seconds.  Not bad.  Not the sub-2 hours I was secretly hoping for, but still a great time for me.

13.1 miles, 2:04:46

13.1 miles, 2:04:46

Mile 11: 9:14
Mile 12: 9:29
Mile 13: 9:06
Official 13.1 time: 2:04:46

Post-race

I waited just on the other side of the finish line and read a tweet from The Crew saying they saw me finish.  I wish I’d seen them at the finish line to give them a big grin, but I didn’t expect to see them a third time!  I eventually met up with Kristen and Erica, and we were some happy Shredheads!

We kick ass!

We kick ass!

After a while Kristen and I took off toward where the buses dropped us off, only to find that they weren’t there to pick us up.  What seemed like miles later, Kristen had to get to the airport so she used her Epcot ticket to get into the park and sprinted through the course again, exiting at her hotel on the other side.  I wandered back to the finish line, met up with Kari and Laura, and got on the bus.  The bus that had been waiting about 50 feet in the OTHER DIRECTION THAT I HEADED WITH KRISTEN.  Had I turned my head, I’d have seen the signs and made it back to the hotel like an hour earlier.  Doy!

But I made it back, and now have an awesome medal to prove I finished my first half marathon!  Check out the data from my watch, which includes a map and everything, here.

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Yes, that's a little crown sticker on my hat.

(And yes, I’d love to make this a yearly event!)

Figure Skating, Ice Dancing, Whatever

Posted in Uncategorized on February 15th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 14 Comments

We were watching some ice thing on the Olympics last night.  I think it was pairs figure skating, but it might have been ice dancing.  When I asked Sharon she told me…obviously I don’t care that much…but I asked what the difference between pairs figure skating and ice dancing was.

She began trying to explain about the “different kinds of jumps, different turns, the…”

My eyes glazed over.  All I know is that in both “sports” (yes they’re in fantastic shape, but sorry…it’s not a sport*):

  • The men wear “fancy” outfits.
  • The women wear outfits that look skimpy but aren’t.
  • They do crazy things on skates that normal people can’t do.
  • They skate around to music I’d never EVER listen to.
  • The announcers’ comments are so stupid they actually lower your IQ.

Yep, the two sound wildly different, dont’ they?  I suppose it’s entertaining to have on in the background, but the only thing I really enjoy about fancy ice skating in the Olympics is getting to hear people say “Dick Button” on TV because…well, if I have to explain it, forget it.

*Don’t worry, I’m not just picking on ice skating – there are lots of “activities” at the Olympics that aren’t “sports.”

Too Polite

Posted in Kids on February 2nd, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 3 Comments

It’s never a good sign when the caller ID shows the kids’ school, especially during naptime.

They told me E had been complaining about a stomachache all day.  The school is pretty good about not calling right away for vague complaints, so she must have been complaining a LOT. I suspected she just needed to poop* since she hadn’t gone over the weekend, but they said she didn’t need to go.

It was about 1/2 hour before M was scheduled to wake from his nap, so I told them to distract her and I’d pick them both up then.  I got there and found E whimpering on a couch.  Her belly was huge, and I KNEW she had to poop, despite her denials.  We packed up her stuff and I tried to get her to go to the bathroom, but nothing happened except a lot of crying out.  And if it was going to be one of those “lots of complaining” poops, it was best to take it home.

I tried to get M, but he didn’t want to leave yet, so we left him and went home.  On the way, I warned E that there was going to be no fun…if she’s bad enough to come home early, she’s not going to get to play…she’s going to get on the toilet and try to go.

We got home, she went into the bathroom and I hadn’t even gotten downstairs by the time I heard a very happy singsongy, “Daaaaaadddddyyyyyy….I pooooooooooooped!”

I won’t go in to details, but let me just say WOW.  In fact, I actually told her, “Wow!”  Then I asked why she hadn’t done that at school.

“Because I didn’t want to stink up the bathroom at school.”

*sigh*

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* You know I can’t get through a “kid” post without talking about poop or farts.

Wordless Wednesday – Football

Posted in Kids, Wordless Wednesday on January 27th, 2010 by Daddy Is Tired – 5 Comments
A good thing to see when I pick the kids up from school...

A good thing to see when I pick the kids up from school...