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What’s up with that?

Lately, I’ve been puzzled with a bunch of things.

What’s up with yard guys who blow leaves into the middle of the street? Where do they think they will end up? And what’s up with those ear-splitting, gas-powered blowers? Doesn’t anyone use a rake any more?

What’s up with leaving just one? Why do people eat or drink all but the last bit? For example, drinking almost all the orange juice and leaving 1/2 ounce or eat almost all the crackers to leave just 2 or 3 crackers in the box baffles me. What’s the thought process here? Wouldn’t it be better to finish it off, toss the box and put the item on the grocery list?

What’s up with those black bars on the TV? When we switched to a widescreen HDTV , I thought I would be done seeing the horizontal black bars (aka letterbox) at the top and bottom of the screen. We were late in the game of switching to a widescreen HDTV. Well, I still see those bars. I thought the widescreen format would match the format of new movies. But it doesn’t always. Brand new DVD movie takes up only 60-70% of the screen, with the rest black. What’s up with that?

What’s up with Vince Young? Last year, former national championship QB Vince Young got injured and benched. This year, the Titans gave him another shot, after losing their first six games. Vince has led Tennessee to five wins in a row. Imagine if he had anyone on his team that could catch the ball. Go Vince Go.

What’s up with that funny noise? There’s a strange static noise that comes from the tiny OnStar speaker in the ceiling of my GMC Yukon. The strange thing is that the ONLY time I ever hear the noise is when the temperature drops below 50. What’s up with that?

Where are all the religious Christmas decorations ? I know, I know. It’s not Christmas. It’s "the holiday." Why are there not many options for outdoor Christmas decorations that depict the reason for the season. Are stores scared of being too Christian, thinking they will offend people by selling angels, nativity scenes or Christmas stars? Or has Christmas become all about inflatable Santas and peppermint sticks? I’m all for Santa Claus, elves and Rudolph the red nosed reindeer. I just want to throw some old-school decorations into the mix. Got any sources? Post ‘em in the comments, por favor.

Thoughts Chris 03 Dec 2009 2 Comments

Going to see God

I walked in the house the other day and Saxon met me at the door wearing her back pack. When I asked where she was going, she quickly replied, I’m going to see God. Do you want to come? I’m going to see God.

I said I certainly wanted to see God, but wondered if we could wait until after dinner. Saxon continued to politely ask me if I was ready to go see God. By this time, Carey is a bit freaked out, thinking Saxon has received a divine message letting her know her number was up.

When I asked Saxon if she knew where God was, she replied, up in the sky with Jesus. I told Saxon she was right - that God was in heaven. Without missing a beat, Saxon said, Oh great! We can see Ranger too (our dearly departed dog)!

We’re glad to have found a church home and even more glad that Saxon loves learning about God. The children’s department at Watermark Community Church (mainly a huge group of volunteers) is amazing.

Economically speaking, 2009 has been a tough year for many. I’ve experienced first-hand the struggles of running a business in the midst of the worst economic downturn since the Great Depression and have often felt pretty helpless to control the incoming (or lack thereof) revenues. But sometimes all it takes is someone who can put it all in perspective.

If I think things are tough, what if I had been born without arms and legs, like Aussie Nick Vujicic? Uh…yeah. Holy cow. How much more difficult would day to day life be? On Sunday, December 6 , Nick Vujicic of Life without Limbs , is going to be the guest speaker at Watermark Community Church at 9am, 11am and 5:30pm. Nick will speak about how God has given him the strength to surmount what others would call impossible. We’ll be there at 11. Come meet us. Be inspired. Put it all in perspective.

Parenting & Thoughts Chris 24 Nov 2009 2 Comments

Summertime is here

With summer comes daylight saving time. And with the additional hour of sunlight in the evening comes one more excuse for our oldest daughter to not go to bed.

Excuse #27: But the sun is still up.

Samantha and Saxon. 6.8.2009

The list of excuses gets longer and longer. Saxon, who isn’t yet three, is an incredibly good negotiator. With her skills, she may be able to bring peace to the Mideast before she reaches junior high. Here are just a few of the other reasons why it’s not quite time to go to bed.

I’m hungry. I’m really, really hungry. Carey is nearly defenseless on this one. Although she denies it, I’m guessing she was oft forced to go to bed without dinner and is repressing these childhood memories in order to cope on a day-to-day basis.

I want a snack. See above.

I want to watch TV. Well, who doesn’t? But the big people want to watch Weeds and True Blood.

I want to sleep in the big bed.

I need some water.

I want you to cover me up. She does know how to do this, it’s just another excuse to lure me into her room and give her one more opportunity to negotiate her way out of her own personal prison.

I have to go pee pee in the potty. I’m having a hard time with this one since we’re working on transitioning to big girl pants during the day. Just tell her: “oh, it’s dark, pee your pants?” Instead, I’ve resorted to reminding her that she can do it all by herself. After the 9th time she got out of bed in a 30 minute stretch the other night, I said, “Gotta pee pee? Just Go. Go. Go. Go to the bathroom. Goodnight. I love you. Don’t get out of bed again.”

I’m not tired. Or if she’s really tired, she just says, “But I’m too tired to go to bed.”

I brought you this book Daddy. Oh, sure. Instead of watching vampires, I’ll read Horton Hatches an Egg to myself, even though I just read it, aloud to Saxon, two times in a row just thirty minutes earlier.

But my very favorite excuse du jour is:
Look what happened to my nightgown -
which is said while walking into the room with one of the shoulder straps undone (one arm in, one arm out).  Saxon says this with a look that ranges from one of curiousness to one of puzzlement, as if to convey, “the strangest thing magically happened to my dress. So strange that I had to come down and show you..oh, hey, by the way, I’m hungry, I wanna watch TV…”

Thank goodness, her baby sister, Samantha, turns into a pumpkin at 1900 hours and practically demands her evening milk, a quick reading of Pat the Bunny and a kiss goodnight.

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Parenting & Saxon & Thoughts Chris 19 Jun 2009 5 Comments

NY Post: Mountains in Dallas - Really? Really?

New Yorkers spend a lot of their time looking down their noses at the rest of the country, but even more so at anyone stupid enough to live in George Bush’s home state. I’m glad to report, with great pleasure, Cindy Adams, the 123 year old gossip columnist for the New York post, has completely lost it. Coo coo. Bonkers. Lost her marbles.

In yesterday’s NY Post, Adams proudly announced the scoop that everyone in Texas was too stupid to know - George & Laura Bush had picked out a home in “Preston Hollow, Texas.” Here’s her “scoop:”

In four months Mr. and Mrs. Bush move to a town outside Dallas called Preston Hollow, one of the wealthiest areas in the oil-rich state of Texas. Houses come with horse stables, lake views, mountain views, golf club views. Kiddies, mother is telling you do not cry for Argentina - or Dubya. He’s not going from the White House to any cockamamie cramped two-bedroom apartment with hot- and cold-running mortgages. Laura does not beat around the Bushes. She’s been to their new home, checked it out, and it’s a big house on five acres. Their broker is the Lone Star State’s premier Realtor Allie Beth Allman. George and Laura are going top cabin all the way.

Does the New York Freaking Post not have fact checkers? Does Cindy Adams not have a brain?

To be fair, Preston Hollow used to be a “town outside Dallas” - in 1939! [and in 1945 it became part of Dallas] Preston Hollow is a neighborhood.

Now about these “mountain views…”

Here’s a screen shot from Google Maps showing the satellite view of Preston Hollow.

Here’s one of Telluride, Colorado

One of these towns has mountains, lots of them. For the other, the closest mountain is 800 miles away.

Lake views? Nope.
Horse stables? Nope.
Golf club views? Nope.
5 Acre Lot? OK, there’s a handful. Mark Cuban’s 23,676 sf house, which sits on 6.83 acres, is definitely the exception rather than the rule.

Mama Moseley says if we can find a house in Preston Hollow with either a mountain view or a lake view that we’re packing up as soon as mortgages become unfrozen and we’ll say adios to Lakewood Heights. I told her not to start packing - the only mountains in Dallas are made of silicone.

[update: this property listed by Allie Beth Allman does have a lake and sits on just under 5 acres - but I don’t see mountains or horses in the aerial view]

Thoughts Chris 24 Sep 2008 No Comments

Do you delete people when they die?

In just a few short days, the life of Moseley Girl 2.0 will begin and I have begun to reflect, maybe an attempt to prepare myself to fully absorb and appreciate the whole miraculous process of a baby arriving in this world.

As I was searching my “contacts” in MS Outlook, I noticed I had quite a few people with whom contacting would be impossible. Impossible without a Ouija Board.

My dear, sweet grandmother, Mam’maw, and her husband, Bob.
Carey’s father, whom both of us wish could have lived long enough to have known our children.
My uncle Haywood, from whom I learned the fine art of napping while watching golf on television.
My friend, Terri, who died at 40 leaving behind two darling young daughters.
A fraternity brother who committed suicide last month.

These are just a few of the dead people that still live in my database. Truth be told, I didn’t discover these today, I come across them from time to time. Sometimes seeing their names makes me smile, other times sad. Although I cannot phone, email or write them, I keep them around. Maybe in today’s fast-paced, high-tech world, I subconsciously worry that my memories of them will be erased the moment I hit the DEL key. Maybe I think it is a disrespectful act, an anti-tribute. Who knows. They’re still there.

Do you delete dead people when they die?

Thoughts Chris 06 Aug 2008 3 Comments