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My wife got me a t-shirt for Christmas that reads, “I am secretly correcting your grammar.” I know this about myself, but it was made all the more obvious this morning. I saw this sign in the kitchen at work.
I was compelled (but I refrained) to go to my desk for a red pen, come back and at least change “Grinds” to “Grounds.” However, my compulsion wouldn’t stop there. No, what I really want to write is, “Do you mean GROUNDS?!?!?!?!” at the bottom - complete with underlines and yellow highlights!
Why am I so bothered by this? It is partially pride (okay, it’s all pride) combined with an expectation that all Americans communicate using proper English. This especially applies to those I work with or for. My last manager - a genuinely likable man and much smarter than me - was a horrible speller. He thought nothing of sending emails or writing documents that included numerous mistakes. He simply didn’t care. As smart and nice as he was, this caused me to think of him as an idiot - or at the very least to be less trustworthy or capable. I have to learn to accept I can only change myself and take care of my “s” - the world will go on regardless of how well people write.
Yet, as long as I’m on my soapbox (it’s a big one), what is it about signing “Management” at the bottom of a note that gives it any authority?! Did the building managers actually come in and post the sign there? No, this is from some “scrub” that was forced to clean GROUNDS out the disposal one or two times. I will resist another urge to pour GROUNDS into the sink - ready to claim, “I didn’t put any ‘grinds’ in the sink. I put grounds in the sink.” I should probably stick my tongue out as long as I’m being that childish.
Dear God - please heal me of my pride and help me to just let go! Amen
Happy Friday!

My wife got me a t-shirt for Christmas that reads, “I am secretly correcting your grammar.” I know this about myself, but it was made all the more obvious this morning. I saw this sign in the kitchen at work.

I was compelled (but I refrained) to go to my desk for a red pen, come back and at least change “Grinds” to “Grounds.” However, my compulsion wouldn’t stop there. No, what I really want to write is, “Do you mean GROUNDS?!?!?!?!” at the bottom - complete with underlines and yellow highlights!

Why am I so bothered by this? It is partially pride (okay, it’s all pride) combined with an expectation that all Americans communicate using proper English. This especially applies to those I work with or for. My last manager - a genuinely likable man and much smarter than me - was a horrible speller. He thought nothing of sending emails or writing documents that included numerous mistakes. He simply didn’t care. As smart and nice as he was, this caused me to think of him as an idiot - or at the very least to be less trustworthy or capable. I have to learn to accept I can only change myself and take care of my “s” - the world will go on regardless of how well people write.

Yet, as long as I’m on my soapbox (it’s a big one), what is it about signing “Management” at the bottom of a note that gives it any authority?! Did the building managers actually come in and post the sign there? No, this is from some “scrub” that was forced to clean GROUNDS out the disposal one or two times. I will resist another urge to pour GROUNDS into the sink - ready to claim, “I didn’t put any ‘grinds’ in the sink. I put grounds in the sink.” I should probably stick my tongue out as long as I’m being that childish.

Dear God - please heal me of my pride and help me to just let go! Amen

Happy Friday!

"Earth to Jeff and Sarah, Earth to Jeff and Sarah…have you arrived safely in Chengdu?"

"Earth to Jeff and Sarah, Earth to Jeff and Sarah…have you arrived safely in Chengdu?"

No, I didn’t become a lunch lady…

Drew had his tonsils out last Thursday. They let me get dressed in this fine getup so I could go back and hold his hand while they put him to sleep. He did great!

He slept over an hour on my lap after they brought him to recovery (don’t worry, he didn’t get sick because they gave him an anti-nausea suppository :). He woke up and ate 3 popsicles.

He’s been doing pretty well in recovery. The main thing for us is to keep him from eating crunchy or hot food for two weeks - and he can’t wrestle with his brothers during that time either.

He’s a trooper!

Me: I have something strange to share with you.

You: What - that you took pictures of your “Sorry” game?

Me: No, well…okay yes, but what’s even stranger is that the last 3 times I’ve played Carter - either of us has won by just one move. You can’t make this stuff up!

Carter is quite the game shark - he’s nearly unbeatable at Connect Four (and he’s merciless at Sorry - at least he’s a good loser the few times he does lose).

I’m digging my brother’s “Ryan Miller” look (okay, maybe just the beard)!
Update: as Jeff pointed out, Ryan is the follower here.

I’m digging my brother’s “Ryan Miller” look (okay, maybe just the beard)!

Update: as Jeff pointed out, Ryan is the follower here.

I know we’re not exactly in the “South,” but I was very surprised to wake up this March 18 and see it snowing. The boys enjoyed it though!

I know we’re not exactly in the “South,” but I was very surprised to wake up this March 18 and see it snowing. The boys enjoyed it though!

Mar 5
We’re due for a late winter storm tonight through tomorrow night (the yellow circle in the middle is where we live). It’s going to be a wet and heavy snow - perfect for shoveling (ugh). Too bad I don’t get snow days, but Kerry and the boys are anticipating the first snow days of the year.
We’ve only had a few inches of snow so far this season and not much last season. There were no snow days last year.
I’ve been ready for warmer weather, but conversely have missed having snow, so I guess this will satisfy that longing at least. The other is just around the corner.

We’re due for a late winter storm tonight through tomorrow night (the yellow circle in the middle is where we live). It’s going to be a wet and heavy snow - perfect for shoveling (ugh). Too bad I don’t get snow days, but Kerry and the boys are anticipating the first snow days of the year.

We’ve only had a few inches of snow so far this season and not much last season. There were no snow days last year.

I’ve been ready for warmer weather, but conversely have missed having snow, so I guess this will satisfy that longing at least. The other is just around the corner.

Pack 1157 Pinewood Derby 2013!

Austin made the train - won 3rd place for “Best in Show” out of 30+ cars

Carter made the flaming jagged sword (no, it couldn’t have been smooth for Dad to cut with the band saw - it had to be jagged!) - he won 1st place in his den for the 3rd year in a row (that’s 3 for 3!)

I made the guitar - 2nd from the left in the “starting gate” photo - I won…nothing (sigh)

Bullet Bill and the lit up cars were made by other scouts and won 1st and 2nd place for “Best in Show,” respectively. I thought these were pretty cool.

Do you think Drew was excited to see Santa?

We got up early (any time before 8:00) last Saturday morning to take him to the mall. So, yes, we’ll still have to do the Santa thing for a few more years at least. It was cold and blustery, but I got some Starbucks to warm up with. Austin and Carter were home (so nice they’re at the age we can legally leave them for an hour or two) so it was a nice time to hang out with just Kerry and Drew.

We got there half an hour before Santa “opened” and only had to wait an hour. I say “only” because the wait was 2 1/2 hours by the time we left the line. The malls around here hire such authentic Santas, so it doesn’t hurt as much when they ask you to pay $30 for a couple of 5x7’s and a set of wallets!

Merry Christmas everyone!

Creep factor 10!

I was thinking how funny it would be to put this at the end of one of the boys’ beds early Christmas morning. At least it would take care of my having to tell them Santa’s not real (“I don’t want Santa to be real any more, Daddy!”)