Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Coming Back to the Ground.

Life's been a little crazy around here lately. At work I've been in the homestretch of a three year migration of all equipment from one location to another. This was the heavy lifting, anything that can go wrong will go wrong part. It was a bit stressful. There were many long nights I thought would never end. Fortunately, I had the help of two wonderful guys I've known for years and who are far more technically adept than I am.

Once the new equipment was moved, we had to empty the old location of retired and dead equipment. Old servers, old UPSs, old steel server racks and miscellaneous cables and wires. Again, I had the help of two shining stars in my life - Ken and Tolido. At one point, Ken and I locked ourselves out of the office. Tolido was standing at the top of the stairs above the office entry where he could see out the glass doors on the other side of which we stood... without keys. Being the confident and savvy little soul that he is, he tackled the stairs and came on down to the door to fetch his parents. When he got to the door, we asked him to push *really* hard on the release lever... and YAY!! Tolido rescued Mommy and Daddy! Amazing kid.

And so all the old equipment was hauled home to the garage. On the way we stopped at Lowes and stopped again to meet my brother and sister-in-law for dinner hoping that someone would come along and steal something off the trailer... no such luck. A few days later, after I'd sorted the salvageable from the crap, I headed out again with the truck to the computer Goodwill. I warned the guys there that the stuff was crazy heavy and helped offload a few pieces before a strapping young gentleman came along. Giving us a look like we were rather pathetic, he went to hoist a battery pack for a UPS out of the truck and very nearly dropped it on his foot. I sweetly asked him if he needed any help. :)

After the moving project was finished I turned my attention to getting the house ready to host a two-day work meeting with ten out-of-town guests. Before I even got to the cleaning the house bit, I decided to upend my office - removing the old bookcase and desk and carting off the cabinets to the garage to be painted white. I decided to turn one of the old server racks into a desk which involved painting it and figuring out how to add shelves to it. I also would need a plank for the top for a writing surface. Oh, and that plank would need to be stained.







And then I decided to paint the white bathroom brown one night about midnight. It's taken us two and a half years to decide on the perfect color. At one point it was going to be fuchsia...

The bathroom cabinet had a wood top with a marine varnish that had begun to flake. It was starting to look pretty bad and I didn't want the wood to start warping. So we decided to add an aluminum surround to top of the cabinet over the wood. I got the aluminum, Ken cut it, and my dad found a place to get it polished so it absolutely gleamed.



I told my mom the house was a wreck before she got here. She had no idea! It was really more on par with the results of a tornado's direct hit. She stepped right into the middle of the mess and started on one little cleanup project after another. And she got out the camera to document what sleepless parents look like... ;)



Oh, and then there was the yard. Ken had spread a dump truck load of dairy fertilizer on the lawn and the volleyball court just before it started raining for four days. Typically one rakes the fertilizer into the grass immediately after spreading it. After days of rain, it was a couple days of tough work from Dad and Ken getting it to settle into the grass with a rake.

So we cleaned and painted and vacuumed and dusted and raked and did laundry and cleaned counter tops and figured menus and sent the guys to the store for groceries (a story in itself) and rearranged and mowed and prepped beds for guests and I can't remember what else for a week. I know the lot of us were up most nights until 2am.

And then it was time for the meeting. Rave reviews all around. Late nights with many margaritas and really good food. It was a fantastic time. By the time we got everyone off to the airport, we were dead on our feet. And then a neighbor showed up with a freaking huge backhoe to dig ten holes in the backyard for fruit trees - apricots, peach, plum, tangerine, almond, cherry, apple, avocado and something else. We all fell asleep to the clanking of a backhoe... not sure I should be awake yet.

All You Need is Love!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Tolido's World


In Tolido's world you gotta watch out for a bored mommy with a ball point pen and a cute face to draw on!

New Clothes


He's about grown out of them since it's taken me SO long to get back to the blog, BUT... I made Tolido seven shirts with matching pants and shorts. They turned out adorable. I think this one is my favorite. ;)

When I was little my mom apparently sewed enough that I got tired of her sewing machine and tried to beat it to death with a hairbrush. When I sew, Tolido will sit on my lap and watch or point at the pin cushion and say, "ouch!" He picks up all the fabric scraps on the floor and throws them in the trash or rides his rocking horse like a bandit in the sewing room. And whenever a shirt becomes recognizable as such, he walks over and points to it and says, "Todo" and grins. He is a far more patient two and a half year old than his mother was...

He loves his new clothes and all the attention he gets from them. And if you ask where he got them, he'll say, "Mommy!" I like that part. :)

Tolido's 1st days of Days of School

Tolido is a big boy now! He goes to school three days a week - leaves with Daddy when he goes to work and comes home with Daddy at the end of the day. I love it. Tolido loves it too. Everyday we get a report card - seems excessive to me but, it's kinda fun too. The very first day the "Note to parents" section said, "Awesome first day!!! He's a very good kid. :) We loved having him in the class." Wow! Great job, Wingnut! He got a bowl of ice cream just 'cuz Mommy was SO very proud of him. And so it has continued. He gets a little clingy when Daddy walks him up to the door of the school and sometimes he fusses. But the teachers say he is happy all day at school and he's getting lots of interaction with other children which is something he was desperately lacking hanging with Mommy all day at home. They only speak Spanish to him at school and that seems to be sinking in. He now says "si!" instead of "yes" and calls cookies "galletas". He wears a little uniform to school and looks so grown up. Yesterday he came home with an "incident report" because another little kid bit him on the arm. Apparently Tolido just let him bite. I explained to him that there are more effective solutions to discouraging biters... ;) So school seems to be agreeing with T and the quiet time apart is agreeing with Mommy too.

Poor Neglected Blog

Oh... hmmm. I sometimes wonder if I should continue my blog. I have my hands in so many things that this poor little blog is often relegated to the foot of the totem pole.

Since I last posted here I've relocated all the servers for my company. I've hosted several big parties. I've fought with a crazy neighbor who's accusing me of things I've only *thought* about doing... so far. Tolido has started school. I have survived what Ken is sure was the swine flu. And I've been on a 16-day vacation in which we drove 4080 miles and visited family in Iowa, Virginia and Alabama. I think that's about it. Oh...and I still have that little thing they call a full-time yob. ;)

And then there is the interference of Facebook. It's just hard to keep up with both.

Postings may be intermittent but, for now, I will try to keep going with this... just for my HUGE following. ;)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

New Words!

We have new words: comb, turtle, hippo (bow bow), bear, mouse, man, broom, bus, hand, help, girl, hair, ear, cat, bird, doll, juice, toe, cow, up, out, green, snake, truck, milk and FOOD (his favorite). I have a very stubborn, very stubborn little man. I've met ornery mules that were more tractable. But I am encouraged. You should hear him say turtle - so frickin cute!