tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142906502008-07-08T09:08:00.613-04:00Chris' ThoughtsChris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-44980161757800172262008-07-08T08:50:00.003-04:002008-07-08T09:08:00.647-04:00Panama City Vacation - day 3After cleaning up from dinner the other night I turned on the dishwasher and went to do other things. An hour later, the dishwasher hadn't started yet. Tried a couple of things but it wouldn't work. It wouldn't be a vacation without a plumbing problem right?<br /><br />In the morning the girls went to the day camp at the <a href="http://www.gulfworldmarinepark.com/">marine park</a> for their day camp. Then Deb and I took Christopher to the pool at the condo. Since Christopher can't swim or really float by himself in the ocean we put him in all his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">floaties</span> and let him go nuts. He was giggling smiling and jumping into the water.<br /><br />After lunch we went up to wait for maintenance to fix to dishwasher. Christopher, doing his best Curious George imitation kept watching them. And not taking a nap. 2 1/2 hours later they fixed it. Christopher still wouldn't nap.<br /><br />We then went to the beach, Christopher playing with the sand and water. He didn't want to go into the water past his knees but was having a blast. The girls came back from the camp and Courtney joined us at the beach. Meghan just wanted to crash so she stayed in the condo.<br /><br />The girls had a lot of fun at the camp. They were able to touch the dolphins, helped feed a couple of other animals and Courtney got to see some turtles as well.<br /><br />After we all took showers and cleaned up, we went to dinner at our friend's condo. They made burgers for the kids and crab legs for the adults. Did you know that the only fish Deb will eat are crab legs?<br /><br />After sunset we went on the beach to do some crab hunting and watch all the people setting off fireworks. We didn't really find any crabs, but the fireworks were good.<br /><br />Remember Christopher's 'room'. Well he still loves it. When the repair guys were here he'd get bored watching them and go into the room and play with all his stuff. It really isn't as redneck as it sounds.<br /><br />Finally got everyone into bed and we crashed ourselves. Tuesday is going to be a day at the beach, so hopefully no plumbing problems!Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-59060016797045442612008-07-07T15:36:00.002-04:002008-07-07T15:49:01.579-04:00Panama City Vacation - Day 2Remember the air <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mattress</span> Christopher was going to sleep on? Well it deflated and he woke up around 2 am. So he went into bed with us. God this child doesn't sleep still. By 4 am he had the whole bed except the couple of inches Deb and I had on the sides. We moved him several times and he either crawled up against my back and started pushing me (No comments Dad!) or would kick Deb in the back.<br /><br />The girls slept well. We got up, had a quick breakfast and headed to the beach. The water was wonderful and everyone had a blast swimming and playing in the sand. The algae is thick, but not horrible. Christopher got hit twice with waves that knocked him off his feet, but he got up and started smiling each time. He even sat in the surf and laughed as the waves spun him around.<br /><br />We went back to the condo for a late lunch, took showers and planned the rest of the day. So far, no sunburn, which is amazing for me.<br /><br />After lunch Karl and I took the older kids to the grocery store to pick out the food for the dinner that the older girls were going to cook. Including a marble cake. Karl ended up cooking most of the food, including an incredible shrimp pasta. We drank some wine and sat on the balcony. Very nice and relaxing.<br /><br />Around sunset we started getting the kids ready for bed, because on day 3 they are going to do an all day, behind the scenes camp at the local aquarium. Christopher had a nap, so he didn't want to go to sleep. At 10 pm someone started setting off <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">commerical</span> grade fireworks on the beach in front of our condo. For MOST of them we were above them, but some exploded at our level. Very thick with smoke, loud and colorful. All the more reason Christopher didn't want to go to sleep.<br /><br />Remember the air <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mattress</span>? Well, since that didn't work we had to come up with some place else to get him to sleep. In fine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Curtin</span> tradition, we improvised. Slight tangent here: when I was a kid we arrived somewhere in Rhode Island for our vacation and found that they didn't have our rooms ready. I don't remember why, but I do remember my Dad taking the bed apart and me sleeping on the box spring in a sleeping bag.<br /><br />Why is that story <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">relevant</span>? Well, we took the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mattress</span> off the sleeper couch, put it on the floor in the closet in the master and that is where Christopher slept. (Pictures when we get back, I promise!). Christopher loves it. He keeps going in there to play.<br /><br />We finally got everyone to sleep and went to bed.<br /><br />End of day 2Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-12634337574185178672008-07-07T15:16:00.003-04:002008-07-07T15:35:49.256-04:00Panama City Vaction - Day 1It is that time of year again: our trek to the beach with the kids. Last year was interesting with Christopher and a non-baby proofed condo. This year should be better since he's a little easier to watch and he isn't putting everything in his mouth.<br /><br />Saturday morning we got up, loaded the car (with only a little drama, I mean how much stuff do we need for a week vacation?, but I digress). We dropped Isis at the vet and she wasn't too happy with us. I think she knows we aren't going to leave her forever, but she still took a dump on the floor when they came to get her.<br /><br />The 7 hour drive wasn't too bad. We found the only McDonald's that had everyone from Georgia going to the panhandle and coming back. What a madhouse. Half pasty white, the rest sunburned. We had a couple of thunderstorms but nothing that really held us up.<br /><br />As we're driving we hear from the condo owner that he has fired his cleaning crew and it room probably wouldn't be ready when we get there. We arrive around 3 pm local time and go to the beach to look around. Beautiful water, clean sand etc. Very cool, this should be fun.<br /><br />At 4 pm we get a cart, unload the van and head to the '4 high speed elevators' that the leasing company AND the owner all touted. 40 minutes later, I'm still not on an elevator, so I do something drastic. I catch one going down and force my cart on it (the parking garage was on the 5 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> floor.) I finally get the cart to the 22<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> floor, only to find the room isn't ready.<br /><br />It gets better. We're 22 stories up, the girls are fighting like siblings and everyone just wants to get into a condo with A/C. Did I mention that the beer is warm? I forgot to take a 6 and put it in the cooler before we left.<br /><br />Being a boy, Christopher is loving the view off the 22<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">nd</span> floor balcony. The condo is build where all the entrances are in the back, with gulf facing balconies in the front. So Christopher sticks his foot through the railing and immediately kicks off his shoe. 22 stories straight down it lands on a sidewalk, just missing a guy. So I go down 22 stories to get it. I figure what the hell, so I go to the van and get more stuff.<br /><br />I again get an elevator going down, but this time tell the teenagers still waiting with a cart to get on with me. When we get to the first floor there is no room to get on. But we get our stuff up.<br /><br />We're still waiting for the room so I go back to the van for a few more things. Then I notice that the cleaning crew has two of the 4 elevators stopped so the can empty garbage and sweep the floors. You figure there are at least 120 families trying to get into the 23 story building. And they have 2 of the elevators dedicated to the cleaning crews. What a bunch of morons (Deb made me remove what I really wrote here.)<br /><br />We finally get into our condo and unload. We then head to dinner with our friends (who were smart enough not to stay in a 23 story tower with 4 elevators).<br /><br />I had really good crab cakes for dinner and Deb had chicken. Of course.<br /><br />The guys went back to the condos with all the kids while Deb and Paula went to the grocery store. We got changed and went to the beach. By the time they got back the elevators were reasonable again.<br /><br />We got everyone settled in, including Christopher on a blow up mattress on the floor in our room and went to sleep. Courtney is in a small alcove in the wall behind the dining room. They have 2 bunk beds for little kids. She loves the 'cave'.<br /><br />Deb and I fall into bed and pass out.<br /><br />End of Day 1.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-56409433181193383552008-07-04T13:08:00.002-04:002008-07-04T13:22:01.286-04:00Deb's birthday<div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2636112931_ddeac98e91.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2636112931_ddeac98e91.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We celebrated Deb's 29th birthday yesterday. Unfortunately I had to work most of the day so she didn't get much of a break. Pictures <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chriscurtin/sets/72157605977462193/">here</a>.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2636938332_2acc87085e.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3271/2636938332_2acc87085e.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2636112689_bab9516296.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3006/2636112689_bab9516296.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>We had the ice cream cake first, at 5 pm, because we were going to the Kennesaw fireworks. </div><div> </div><div>Deb, being a 'firecracker baby' always has two have two things on her birthday: ice cream cake and fireworks. The cake was a Carvel, but not direct from a Carvel store (We don't have any here. Nor do we have Friendly's, both staples of our growing up/dating history together ;-)</div><br /><div></div><div>Deb received a new camera from the kids and some pjs as well.</div><div><br /> </div><div>We then went to the Depot in downtown Kennesaw. Wow that place as packed! We've been going there most years for the last 15 or so and this was the busiest I've ever seen it. All kinds of people, outfits and attitudes. We met up with a number of our neighbors. We set up right next to the last row of 'reserved' tables. Left lots of room, but the people sitting in front of us were a pain in the !ss. They complained that we were too close to their chairs and that we were blocking the walkway. There was plenty of room, even more room between us and them and them and the next row of tables. Oh well, always someone to complain.</div><br /><div></div><div> </div><div>The fireworks were wonderful, but Christopher almost jumped out of his skin when they started. He tried to climb OVER me. I finally got him to sit down and I covered his ears with both hands. After a few minutes he was okay and watched until the finale. Again I had to cover his ears because it was very loud.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>(Yes, we've celebrated Deb's 29th birthday a few times before. No, I won't tell you how many)</div></div></div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-11225272218635417692008-07-04T13:03:00.001-04:002008-07-04T13:06:31.866-04:00Christopher playing with Markers<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2636105785_aae33f1382.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3024/2636105785_aae33f1382.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't know about this until I was transferring the pictures from the camera this morning. Looks like he had a little fun. More pictures <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chriscurtin/sets/72157605972678734/">here</a>.<br /><div></div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-44570354708794615662008-06-30T18:27:00.002-04:002008-06-30T18:32:59.753-04:00Directv remote DVR programmingI have a new favorite toy: remote programming of my Directv DVR via the Internet.<br /><br />All you do is login to their website from any computer with a browser, select the show you want to watch and it connects to your DVR and schedules it.<br /><br />This came in handy when we were in CT for <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/06/annas-christening.html">Anna's Christening </a>because, like om my god <a href="http://atv.disney.go.com/disneychannel/originalmovies/camprock/">Camp Rock</a> was showing and, like OMG Deb forgot to ask me to record it. Courtney was upset, then I remembered I could do it via the web. Unnecessary hysterics avoided (for a few minutes at least).<br /><br />I also like to use it when I see something at work that I might want to watch on Discovery, History or Biography channels. I'd forget about it before, now I login and tell the DVR to record.<br /><br />(Minor aside showing my age, in the note to myself to blog about this, I wrote 'blog about using the Internet to tape shows'. Yes 'tape' shows. God I'm getting old.)Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-74509028589142503912008-06-29T19:21:00.003-04:002008-06-29T20:10:15.063-04:00FBLA-PBL judging this weekendI did something different this weekend. I was a judge in the finals for the FBLA-PBL Internet Application Programming contest.<br /><br />If you don't know what the FBLA-PBL is, check out their website <a href="http://www.fbla-pbl.org/index.asp">here</a>. The group I was judging were juniors and seniors in high school who developed a web application for recording grades and calculating GPA. The finalists were from all over the country. While this was one session, there were dozens of other with presentations about all kinds of business topics, not just technology.<br /><br />I was judging the presentation they gave about what they developed vs. judging how what they developed met the requirements. It was very interesting and informative to see how these young men approached presenting about what they built. One frustrating thing: there were no young women in the finals. According to our coach/leader there were some ladies in the other rounds, just none made it to the finals.<br /><br />Some interesting things about their projects:<br />- 6 of the 10 used PHP<br />- all but two talked about AJAX, but when asked about which tools they used half couldn't tell me<br />- 8 of the 10 use MySQL<br />- 2 used the full Microsoft stack, with ASP.net, C# and SQL Server<br />- one used Perl<br />- one used the Google applications for his presentation. All but one other used PowerPoint<br />- three talked about 'third normal form' in their databases<br />- one displayed a UML diagram<br /><br />The presentation styles were as varied as the men themselves. A couple just stood there, hands in pockets or crossed in front of them, a few read directly from the slides, but most of them were moving around, pointing to the slides etc. Most came up and shook our hands.<br /><br />All were able to answer my technical questions very well (other than the AJAX toolkit part)<br /><br />I brought Meghan with me and she thought it was interesting, but got boring because the topics were the same. She had some interesting insight into what they were focusing on and how each presented the same materials in different ways.<br /><br />If you ever get a chance to judge or assist a student with one of these projects I suggest you do it.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-4232305481455024252008-06-29T10:53:00.002-04:002008-06-29T10:55:23.077-04:00Just follow the rules and no one gets hurt<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LwJLFBUBZ5E/SGeiIHsNPMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IAlqLYpcuvc/s1600-h/Chopper.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217316953719127234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LwJLFBUBZ5E/SGeiIHsNPMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IAlqLYpcuvc/s400/Chopper.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Each time I saw that sign in Virginia I thought of this picture. It just took a little while to find it online.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-32405235177295397772008-06-27T20:02:00.003-04:002008-06-27T20:22:04.306-04:00Stone walls - it is good to be a boy part 3<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2609307904_31251d3dcd.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3004/2609307904_31251d3dcd.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div>When Deb drove up to Connecticut, she did it in two days, stopping the first night in northern Virginia. With this break they made it to her mom's house late afternoon the second day. When she arrived she called me, told me they made it, and that Christopher had found the stone walls.</div><br /><div></div><div>My first thought was, oh boy, they are on their way to the ER for stitches. See, I have lots of scars from falling off walls, running into fire places, all kinds of great things I expect him to eventually do.</div><br /><div></div><div>Instead, she told me he is taking them apart. Since I met Deb (23+ years ago) her step-father has been building (and repairing) the stone walls, stone walkways and gravel driveway. The walls have gone through a number of transformations due to snow plows, cars hitting them etc. But they hadn't seen Christopher yet.</div><br /><div>Apparently he is picking up the smaller rocks that are between the bigger ones and putting them in a bucket. This includes the small stones on the walkway and on the driveway. He even picked up some of the bigger ones and moved them.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2608479233_3b3011f484.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3021/2608479233_3b3011f484.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a> </div><div>He is also playing IN the birdbath and helping 'weed' the flowers. For a while he was taking the rocks and dropping them into the dog pool, the birdbath and the regular swimming pool.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2609308680_b6c344b50d.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3088/2609308680_b6c344b50d.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />Then, on Sunday after the Christening, he was getting really rowdy while Deb was trying to pack, so I took him for a walk. Across the street is an industrial construction equipment rental company so we went over there to check out the toys. We looked at the front loaders, bobcats and other cool toys for a few minutes, then he saw the retaining wall. </div><br /><p>It wasn't really a retaining wall, rather a big pile of rocks, each about the size of his head, along a hill to catch the run off when it rains. </p><p>He went running over to it and picked up a big rock with his hands. Then drops it on the driveway, just missing my feet. He then took 6 or 8 more and did the same thing. Each rock I put back, he picked up another. Finally I started tossing the rocks up the hill and they would come rolling back, he thought that was hysterical.</p><p>It is <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-is-good-to-be-boy-part-1.html">good </a>to be a <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-is-good-to-be-boy-part-2.html">boy </a>;-)<br /></p>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-22388959429062377082008-06-24T20:45:00.002-04:002008-06-24T21:07:38.352-04:00Anna's Christening<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2608502413_3def2b8c04.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3045/2608502413_3def2b8c04.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The main reason I went to CT last <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-finished-cleaning-now-need-to-pack.html">weekend</a> was for Anna's Christening. <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/03/meeting-anna.html">Anna</a> is my niece, daughter of my brother <a href="http://katharineandjohn.blogspot.com/">John and his wife Katharine</a>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The day started off with a nice brunch at my Dad's. Deb was determined to get Anna into the baptismal outfit that Katharine's family were all baptised in. Nobody else thought it would fit, but Deb got her in it, without choking the poor kid! As I mentioned <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-finished-cleaning-now-need-to-pack.html">previously</a>, I am the co-Godfather of Anna with Katharine's brother Michael. Deb is her Godmother. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As the priest is getting ready to start the ceremony, everyone was seated except for us. Deb was trying to get Christopher to hang out with Uncle Pat and as she is sitting down, the priest makes a comment and Deb says 'I'm trying to get my 2 year old settled'. The priest replied with a funny tone 'That's not my problem'. At that second Deb realizes the priest is Father Corey, who was the parish priest at St. Peter's when she was in elementary and high school. I also recognized him as the priest who was rather impatient at my wedding, waiting for my parish priest (from St. Joseph's, just up Main street from St. Peter's) to arrive. Story for another time ;-)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Finally all settled in there was a great ceremony, with one small hiccup. Fr. Corey asked the godparents to light the baptismal candle from the Easter Candle and bring it back to the baby. Deb was the first to reach the candle, and we realized that it was at least 10 feet in the air. I was told later that Fr. Corey was joking with the rest of the crowd about how this may take 20 minutes. As I've <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-i-hate-travelling.html">been known to do</a>, I looked for a quick solution and found the wick they use to light the candle, which had a 5 foot handle on it. I picked it up, and reliving the years of being an Altar Boy, lit the wick, then spread it to all the other godparents. I guess we were the quickest to figure this out in a long time, since Fr. Corey had a comment about it. I didn't hear either comment since we were lighting the candles.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All through out the ceremony Meghan and Courtney were doing their best paparazzi impressions. Courtney snapping pictures and Meghan with the video camera. I've uploaded a lot of Courtney's pictures to the Flickr site <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chriscurtin/">here</a>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All the while, Patrick was keeping Christopher occupied. I know that Christopher really likes Pat since we didn't hear either of them once during the ceremony.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>During the pictures Anna started getting fussy, so I took her and got her to stop crying. Honestly it isn't that hard. I just told her that I'm sending her another <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/01/deb-drop-f-bomb.html">dozen huge stuffed animals</a>. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-30714557023819006642008-06-24T19:06:00.002-04:002008-06-24T20:45:24.612-04:00Back from CT16 and a half hours, almost 1000 miles and 8 stops. Don't even ask how much the gas cost.<br /><br />I went to Danbury, CT this weekend for a couple of the reasons, the main one to see my niece Anna get Baptised. I'll post about that separately since it was a great ceremony, and as is typical for our family, had some ancient history tied to it.<br /><br />I left on Friday to go to CT. After the fiasco last time with the 'hired car', where the guy changed the price of the trip on me half way down I-75, I had a cab bring me to the airport. Of course the cabbie didn't like driving on the highway to it took almost twice as long.<br /><br />The plane ride was uneventful except for the young lady waiting for the same flight. She had a t-shirt 'I'm totally worth it'. I'm guessing she was late teens since she was giving her mother a bunch of attitude. I was seriously tempted to ask her what it meant, but I'm afraid it meant that guy from <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/US/story?id=3235975">Nightline</a> was going to start asking me questions ;-)<br /><br /><br />I started reading a great new book 'World War Z', which is a fictional account of how the Zombies rose from the dead and how the world finally beat them back. It is written in the first person with each story being a couple of pages. It is really good so far.<br /><br /><br />Friday night we went to my Dad's to celebrate his birthday. It was the first time in 3 weeks I'd seen the kids so I spent most of the time playing with them. My Dad has a slight hill on the side of his house (nothing like the one on Strawberry Hill though, so no go carts!) and Christopher would ride down the hill on his little plastic car and I'd carry it back up for him to do it again.<br /><br /><br />Saturday was spent having lunch with my Mom and going to see 'Get Smart!'. For someone who grew up with that show, the movie was great. I think even if you didn't know the series you'd think it was funny. Saturday night Deb, Christopher and I went to her brother's for dinner. Deb's nephew is 18 and was having a blast with Christopher.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2609309520_2fbf18d271.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3195/2609309520_2fbf18d271.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sunday was all about the Christening, so I'll write about that in a separate message.<br /><br /><br />Monday started out with a bang. Literally. As the alarm went off at 5:30, a massive thunderstorm started. It raged for about 20 more minutes. We finally got everything (and everyone) loaded and on the road by 7:10.<br /><br /><br />The TomTom is great. It told us how far we had to go and estimated when we'd arrive. According to it, we were due to arrive at 11:30 pm when we left. At one point I was driving well enough that I got it down to 11:00 pm. Then typhoon Christopher struck.<br /><br /><br /><br />Still don't know why, but around 2 pm he vomited. Twice. All over the inside of the car. Not just a little on his shirt, this was a 'we drank how much Jagermeister?' projectile vomit. He didn't say a word, gag or give us any other indication it was coming. So I did a rather quick exit at the next gas station and we cleaned up. For 45 minutes. During this, the dog just stayed in her spot and ignored us.<br /><br /><br />The whole time we're cleaning up, there is a guy in the car next to us smoking his cigarette and reading his paper. Quite surreal.<br /><br /><br />We finally got back on the highway. Christopher usually falls asleep while on a long trip, but not this time. He finally fell asleep for about an hour and half, then woke up screaming. We stopped again, let him get out of the car seat for a while. Another 30 minutes later, we got moving again. He still wouldn't go to sleep. Around 10:30 I looked back at him and he waved at me. Deb and both girls were out cold, he was sitting there watching Curious George. He finally fell asleep about 15 minutes later.<br /><br /><br />When we finally got home, he woke up again, but as soon as he saw we were in his room, he smiled and fell asleep instantly. He's spent most of today playing with every toy in his room. Vomit aside, I think he did great for a 2 year old.<br /><br /><br />The girls were great as well. No drama with them, just some tired kids this morning. Deb just wanted to get into her own bed. And take a shower in her own shower this morning.<br /><br /><br />Some random thoughts from the hours behind the wheel<br /><br /><br />- VA has the worst drivers. I swear every time we got above the speed limit someone would camp out in the left lane and slow us down<br /><br />- VA doesn't allow radar detectors, so it was unnerving to see a state trooper on the side of the road without having been warned ahead of time. The best defense I was ready with if I got pulled over: 'Officer, I wasn't paying attention to my speed, my wife and I were discussing if the baby had pooped or it was the dog farting again'<br /><br />- the Grand Caravan is not the Mustang. Even flooring it merging while going up hill isn't fun<br /><br />- about half the people in VA had vanity plates. Some were easy to figure out, others were bizarre.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-22214944576848258532008-06-19T20:43:00.003-04:002008-06-19T20:52:40.093-04:00Just finished cleaning, now need to pack!Tomorrow I head to CT for my niece's baptism. Deb and the kids have been there for almost 3 weeks, so I needed to clean the house today. As I wrote previously I didn't let it get bad so it didn't take so long to clean up.<br /><br />Now I just need to pack. Usually takes me 3 minutes or less for a business trip, but this time I need a suit AND some casual clothes AND some travel clothes for the drive back. Yes, I'm driving back with them. 1000 miles, 1 day, 3 kids and 1 dog. I swear I don't know how she does it a couple of time a year.<br /><br />I had a pleasant surprise dealing with the bureaucracy of the Catholic Church today. I'm not sure the details behind the change, but John called me last night and asked me to be the stand in Godfather for Anna this weekend. Should be easy enough right? Nope, had to get proof that I'm a good Catholic (no 12 years of St. Joseph's and Immaculate High School, altar boy etc. doesn't automatically count). <br /><br />So I called my parish this morning, ask what I had to do to get the paper and the woman was extrememly helpful. I had to call the church in Bethel to see what their 'rules' were for the paperwork first. That lady was very helpful as well. The lady from St. Catherine's here faxed the paperwork to St. Mary's in Bethel and even put my copy (with the raised seal they wanted) in a 'special' place outside the parish office in case I didn't get there before the office closed. Wow, I was expecting that to be much, much harder.<br /><br />I'll have lots of pictures and stories I'm sure when we get back.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-39003522288135946612008-06-19T15:00:00.002-04:002008-06-19T15:11:08.167-04:00Little Miss Matched<a href="http://www.littlemissmatched.com/core/media/media.nl?id=1121&amp;c=605801&amp;h=320b94edaa0450009311"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.littlemissmatched.com/core/media/media.nl?id=1121&amp;c=605801&amp;h=320b94edaa0450009311" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last winter, may be for her Birthday or Christmas, Courtney got a gift of socks. Yes socks for a 10 year old. And she was ecstatic. Why? Because they don't match. </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div>The company is called <a href="http://www.littlemissmatched.com/">Little Miss Matched</a> and they are deliberately selling clothes that don't match. The socks above are what Courtney has. </div><div><p> </div><div></div><div></div><div>First time she wore them to school, the teacher commented that her socks didn't match and Courtney told her how they weren't supposed to! While she was polite about it, we did get an email from her teacher commenting on how 'unique' Courtney can be. Given this behavior was nothing unusual for Courtney I was surprised she sent the note.</div><div> <p></div><div></div><div></div><div>Yes, Courtney is very much the opposite of Deb when it comes to fashion. Both have great tastes but completely opposite. I could never see Deb is something mismatched, but Courtney? Of course. </div><div> <p></div><div></div><div></div><div>So why wait this long to blog about it? First, <a href="http://sethgodin.typepad.com/seths_blog/2008/06/the-power-of-re.html">Seth Godin</a> has a blog about how from a marketing perspective this is good, second they received $17 MM in funding to take it to the next level. Also, they've expanded their line and I'm sure Courtney wouldn't mind a few other items (she is quite hard to find gifts for!)</div><div> </div><div><p></div><div>If you have tween girls, get them a set (not a pair, a set) and see what happens!</div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-11012698741672928182008-06-16T19:50:00.002-04:002008-06-16T19:55:53.702-04:00So, do they?Growing up without sisters, one of the things we missed was being around a girl that was totally open with her brothers. Yes we had cousins, friends etc, but being a family is very different. (Going through the whole puberty thing now makes me glad I did miss part of it.)<br /><br />One of the things we always debated was, do girls fart? I remember Pat insisting that girls don't.<br /><br />One of my favorite shows is MythBusters. Apparently they did a show on this topic and were afraid to release it. But, since we have the Internet they couldn't hide it.<br /><br />Of course with daughters I know the answer. So I think this is fake ;-)<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlI5swh-XG8&amp;hl=en"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rlI5swh-XG8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-39167943532373969952008-06-16T19:38:00.002-04:002008-06-16T19:46:27.894-04:00Geographic BachelorNew term for me too. A guy a work with, ex-navy, heard I was without family the last couple of weeks and said 'oh, you're being a geographic bachelor'. I hadn't heard that one before.<br /><br />He told me that when he was in the military a lot of guys on short deployments would leave the family in once place (with family or wherever they had the house) and they lived in the barracks.<br /><br />While I'm sure I'm eating better then them, that is pretty much what is going on.<br /><br />First task after they left: move the lazy-boy into the middle of the room, in front of the TV. Actually, that was the second thing. First was to get all of Christopher's toys out of the way.<br /><br />I do keep the place clean, really. If Deb sent one of her friends over right now she'd find nothing in the sink, the laundry all clean and folded. The bed won't be made until I leave. Why make it just to mess it up again 16 hours later? Not like I have company coming over or anything.<br /><br />Before I leave on Friday to go to Anna's Christening and drive everyone back, I'll <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vacuum</span> one more time, change the sheets and make the bed. Everything else is pretty much clean.<br /><br />Yes, I did eat something more than pizza and beer. I had chicken wings and beer tonight ;-)<br /><br />4 days until I see them again.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-63649622529631120622008-06-14T17:09:00.002-04:002008-06-14T17:18:37.542-04:00Was friday 'pull out in front of Chris day'?RANT ON<br /><br />Another reason to hate living in Atlanta.<br /><br />Yesterday I had at least 6 different people pull out in front of me on the surface streets. I expect it on the highway, but the surface streets?<br /><br />I left about an hour later than usual yesterday morning since I forgot to set the alarm. Within 3 miles of my house I had the following:<br /><br />- redneck in a beat up pickup truck with a trailer cut across 2 lanes of 41 in front of me and another car. I locked up the brakes and did the 'abs hop'. Guy next to me got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sideways</span>.<br /><br />- guy comes out of Blue springs, cuts in front of me by maybe 20 feet, gets <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sideways</span> in the right lane an almost goes into the embankment<br /><br />- woman putting on makeup drifts into my lane going up the hill<br /><br />On the way home from work<br />- clown runs the red light turning on to the highway (I'm turning left) I stop fast the guy behind me almost hits me. Squealing tires and everything<br /><br />- usual fun on I-75 on a Friday afternoon<br /><br />- Get off on 92 to take the backroads home, woman in an SUV decides she doesn't want to turn left in the left turn only lane, cuts across my lane and takes a right. I wasn't going that fast so I stopped before hitting her<br /><br />Note that I drive a bright red mustang GT with 4 headlights, which are always on. Not a white or grey car they couldn't see.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Arrgh</span>. Needless to say I had a few beers when I got home.<br /><br />RANT OFF<br /><br />(I did see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ironman</span> after work before going home <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">because</span> traffic was so bad. Very good movie.)Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-62172721345564671152008-06-06T20:25:00.002-04:002008-06-06T20:29:17.827-04:00Why I hate travellingI spent 5 hours in the airport last night before I even got on the plane. Weather in Minnesota.<br /><br />But that wasn't the most frustrating part. While waiting to get through security, my lane ran out of the plastic bins. 2 guys in front of me just stood there. Being an even tempered individual (no comments Deb), I noticed that they weren't doing anything, so I looked around and saw a full stack in the lane next to us.<br /><br />I went, picked up about 10 of them, came back, picked up my stuff and moved on. The 2 yahoos didn't say <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anything</span> to me, but several people behind me thanked me.<br /><br />Seriously, how big of a deal would it be to walk 10 feet, pick up a bunch of buckets and come back?<br /><br />Another reason I hate travelling. Of course being in Minneapolis for less than 13 hours didn't help. I need a couple of beers.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-1023948376130684892008-06-05T16:11:00.003-04:002008-06-05T16:16:03.316-04:00Okay, it was a _little_ geekyI was doing a presentation today for a local marketing association and during the presentation I was asked about challenge/response, which is an anti-spam approach that sends an email back to the sender if you're not in my address book.<br /><br />I use this on my personal accounts, especially for the kids. The idea is unless you write back and I approve you, you can't send email to my kids. During my response, I said that I used it for my kids.<br /><br />I said:<br /><br /><em>In fact, I created email addresses for all my kids not that long after they were conceived. I guess I'm a little geeky like that.</em><br /><br />I thought half the people were going to fall out of their chairs.<br /><br />Technically Meghan didn't get hers until a year or so after she was born. Courtney right after she was born and Christopher about 2 months before. In Courtney's case we didn't finalize the name until she was born. In Christopher's we knew exactly what his name would be.<br /><br />So like I said, just a little geeky.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-10794162945008065532008-06-04T11:26:00.002-04:002008-06-04T11:36:18.235-04:00Thoughts from 11 hours in a carLast weekend Pat and I went fishing in Charleston. Rather than dealing with the airlines to save maybe 2 hours each way, I decided to drive. While not nearly as fun as driving one way, non stop to CT with 3 kids and a dog, it did give me some time to think.<br /><br />So, some random thoughts<br /><br />- which is more accurate? The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">TomTom</span> GPS speed or the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">speedo</span> on the mustang? Up to 70 or so they both said the same thing, above 70 the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TomTom</span> had me slower than the mustang.<br /><br />- The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">TomTom</span> displays a red block if you're going faster than the speed limit. Kind of cool it detects how fast you're going, kind of nagging that it shows you are speeding.<br /><br />- Ethanol sucks. 26 MPG from Atlanta to Charleston with gas bought in Atlanta. 22 back, with gas bought in Charleston. Only difference: 10% ethanol in SC. I don't think I had any different traffic or average speeds<br /><br />- Yes, 320 HP of American V8 muscle got 26 MPG. Still more fun than a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">prius</span> ;-)<br /><br />- There are still A LOT of radio stations playing 70's and early 80's rock.<br /><br />- Why do people sit in the left lane, pulling a trailer, going 50 when the speed limit is 70?<br /><br />- 70 to triple digits is really easy now ;-)<br /><br />- Cruise control is bad. It makes you not pay attention as you come up on traffic.<br /><br />- Cruise control is good. It keeps you at a set speed. Given the fun going to 3 digits and the ease, using cruise control on the wide open, no other traffic on the highway, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">stretches</span> was a good thing.<br /><br />- I was surprised by the lack of cops on the roads.<br /><br />Like I said, random thoughts.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-23992964354190484712008-06-01T16:00:00.003-04:002008-06-01T16:46:04.749-04:00A bad day of fishing ...<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2542703042_bed14a26c8.jpg?v=0"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3124/2542703042_bed14a26c8.jpg?v=0" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Is definitely better than a day of work!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This weekend Patrick and I met in Charleston, S.C. and went deep sea fishing.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I haven't seen Pat in a while since he was living in London for a few years and once school starts it is hard to get together.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I picked him up at the airport on Friday after driving from Atlanta. We went downtown to the 'tourist' area as our hotel receptionist called it. We had a few drinks and ate dinner at a nice brew pub. No I don't remember the name.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Knowing we'd have to be up at 4:30, we went to sleep early. Really Mom, we did.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>At 4:00 some as*hole pulled the fire alarm in the hotel. We got dressed and headed for the stairs when it stopped. I tried to go back to sleep but couldn't. Pat of course had no problems. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The guy Pat contracted with for the boat had called him Friday afternoon and said that his boat was broken, but he found someone else to take us out. Except it was 45 minutes away. Most cities at 5 am on a Saturday are scary, but Charleston was bizarre. A few minutes outside of the main town, we're in a bog with fog and deer and cops everywhere. Strange ride, but we made it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The boat was really cool. The skipper and mate were really nice and really did all the work. We were 58 miles off shore at our longest. The ride out took 2 hours and we tried to sleep but we hadn't eaten anything yet so it was hard. Once we got out and started trawling we ate breakfast and started catching fish.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Or tried to. Our guide said this was one of the worst days of fishing they had all month. Should have caught a lot more. </div><div> </div><div>In the end we caught 7 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mahi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mahi</span>, including a monster 38 lb one that I landed. It took a while to get down and it was spewing blood everywhere. Look at the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/chriscurtin/sets/72157605380087093/">pictures </a>to see some of the carnage. (If you want more send me an email and I'll send the nasty ones.)</div><div> </div><div>The weather was perfect. We had lots of sun, mild seas, just no fish. The sea was a beautiful blue. It was a couple of hours of looking around and talking followed by a few minutes of excitement as we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reeled</span> them in.</div><div> </div><div>We were reasonable in our beer consumption, tempered it with water and diet coke. But we did drink a little bit of beer ;-)</div><div> </div><div>Once we got back to shore we watched the Mate cut up the big fish. I got to hold the head while he pulled off the skin. I had to stick my thumb in the eye socket ;-)</div><div> </div><div>Reeking of fish, sweat and salty air, we went back to the hotel. Did I mention I looked like I had killed someone? My shorts are covered in blood. </div><div> </div><div>After a quick shower we called our new friend, who runs the 'green taxi' service in Charleston (all hybrids). We found an Irish pub, 'Tommy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Condons</span>' off one of the main roads and had a nice dinner. Being dead tired, and still felling the ground move if we closed our eyes, we decided to go watch the hockey game at '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Bubba</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Gumps</span>'. </div><div> </div><div>We were in bed by 10:30 again. Damn we're old.</div><div> </div><div>We got some sleep, went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">IHOP</span> for breakfast then I took Pat to the airport. Oh yeah, Pat is a Tea Snob. He also had his first introduction to southern tea. He ordered 'Tea' and the waitress asked him if he wanted sweet or unsweetened. It took a second for him to tell her he wanted hot water and a tea bag ;-)</div><div> </div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-37779765044242623922008-05-29T16:25:00.003-04:002008-05-29T16:27:05.549-04:00Sex and the City - the escapeWhile I won't be dragged to this tonight, I have to give credit to the Geek Squad for thinking of this.<br /><br /><a href="http://io9.com/394062/scifi-counterprogramming-to-sex-in-the-city">Quoting</a>:<br /><br /><em>"Geek Squad is heading to movie theaters in New York, Chicago and Los Angeles with quarters—lots of quarters. Anybody who got dragged to the movie and doesn't want to be there can meet a friendly Geek Squad agent tonight at midnight in select theaters and get quarters for some Area 51 or Time Crisis 4—as well as excuses for why they have to leave the theater."</em>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-25135953306170339752008-05-26T20:16:00.002-04:002008-05-26T20:25:34.128-04:00Giving credit where credit is due - even if it hurts!Hats off to Syracuse for their 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> national title in Lacrosse.<br /><br />Having given my brother <a href="http://katharineandjohn.blogspot.com/">John</a> and friend Joe <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/04/syracuse-beats-umass-in-lacrosse-no.html">nothing</a> but <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2008/03/umass-beat-syracuse-twice.html">grief </a>for a <a href="http://cmcurtin.blogspot.com/2007/11/umass-beats-syracuse-at-basketball.html">while</a>, I have to say the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Orangemen</span> won two big games this weekend.<br /><br />Joe and I have a tradition, that on Memorial day, we go to up to a neighborhood bar and watch the lacrosse finals, regardless of who is playing. Well, this year Syracuse had a great season and went to the finals against Johns Hopkins.<br /><br />I walked over to Joe's at 12:45 and when I walked in his only comment was 'would it have killed you to wear orange?'. In my defense, I did look for something orange and I don't own anything.<br /><br />We grabbed a beer and walked up to the bar. We got there in plenty of time this year and watched the game. 3 dozen wings, 3 pitchers of beer and one spilled beer later, Syracuse had won and we were walking home.<br /><br />A few comments on the game:<br />- 6 goals by one Hopkins player. Damn that was impressive<br />- the Hopkins goalie was incredible. I'll bet they'll be back in the championship next year<br />- the Orange mid-fielders played an incredible game<br />- once the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Orangemen's</span> goalie got into the game it was a great battle<br />- I know I booed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Belichek</span> when they showed him at the beginning of the game. Anyone else?<br /><br />When does basketball season start again?Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-44612472457873007022008-05-25T09:20:00.002-04:002008-05-25T09:45:00.379-04:0016th Anniversary YesterdayYesterday, May 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, was our 16<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> wedding anniversary. Things started out with a bang around 1 am with Courtney falling out of bed. The 23rd was the last day of school so she was at the pool all afternoon for the neighborhood 'ice cream social'. She was exhausted and excited so we think she tried to get out of bed while not completely awake.<br /><br />Around 5 am Christopher decided it was time to get up. yes 5 am. We tried for about 45 minutes to get him to go back to sleep, but he wanted to play. Deb took him downstairs around 5:45. I slept a couple of more hours then we traded and Deb went back to sleep for a couple of hours.<br /><br />Meantime, Meghan sleeps until 11. Yes we're fully in the teenage years.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Maile</span> watched the kids so we got to go out, just us. We had a nice dinner, without a high chair or chicken fingers! Went to Cheesecake Factory since we couldn't think of anything we really wanted ;-(<br /><br />We did some shopping, looking for clothes for Anna's Christening next month, but didn't have any luck. I did get a couple of new suits from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jos</span> A Banks. Must say it has been a while since I spent that kind of money on clothes!<br /><br />Rather than going to a movie, we did something we haven't done since college: we went mini-golfing. The place was pretty busy and it was fun to do some people watching. The couple in front of us were in their 20's, obviously having been dating for a while. The couple behind us were in their teens, probably a couple of dates into it. Then us in between them, having known each other 23 years.<br /><br />We'd catch parts of their conversations as we'd get queued up behind the 6 giggling high school girls 4 groups ahead of us. We're talking about granite counter tops, rebuilding the shower and other middle-aged things, the couple in front of us is talking about vacations and playing real golf. The teenagers didn't say anything, just hung on each other ;-)<br /><br />We were on our way home when a cop pulled up behind me on a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">backroad</span> to our house and turned on his radar. The Passport lit up and I didn't flinch, I just muted it. I was going 45 in a 40 so I wasn't concerned. He sat behind us for a few seconds, radar still going, then pulled a long side for about a minute. Not close enough I could see him, rather where he could see into our car. Flashback to being a teenager in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Danbury</span>! Deb and I had a good laugh, it had been a long time since we had a cop following us.<br /><br />Overall, a pretty calm anniversary for us.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-18136160555098182262008-05-15T19:54:00.002-04:002008-05-15T19:59:28.364-04:00Daddy does what?Slightly work related ;-)<br /><br />These Playtex <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liinxSNHfeo">bra videos </a>on YouTube have won a number of awards, and I sent the link home to Deb. (I know they won awards because they are an excellent use of video for online marketing without creating a :30 commercial). Really. This was for work.<br /><br />So Deb is watching them and Courtney was with her. Courtney asked Deb what she was watching and Deb said 'this is what your father does at work'. She gave Deb a totally 10-year old look. So I had to explain ;-)<br /><br />Joys of having 3 women in the house ...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/PlaytexFits">Watch all of them</a>, they are pretty funny.Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14290650.post-7424223019571042892008-05-15T17:50:00.001-04:002008-05-15T17:52:16.133-04:00Frakkin' Toasters!<a href="http://darthmojo.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cylon_rumble.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://darthmojo.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/cylon_rumble.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is way too cool not to point out!</div><div> </div><div>Details on the models created for the new series <a href="http://darthmojo.wordpress.com/2008/05/12/bsg-vfx-anatomy-of-a-cylon/">here</a>.</div><br /><div></div>Chris Curtinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829705475186604040noreply@blogger.com