since my parents live under a main airplane route by san jose airport, there are always a bunch of planes flying over. now, anytime there’s an airplane-type of noise, marcos looks to the sky for the airplane. he’s pretty good at spotting them – almost as good as daddy, who can still identify airlines and airplane models. you can thank grandpa for working at lockheed and us going to every moffett air show.
i ran across this picture of planes landing at the airport in st. maarten in the netherlands antilles. apparently, you can hang out at maho beach, which is like 30 feet from the runway and get pictures like this:
i think marc might be a little overwhelmed if the plane was that close but it would be pretty neat.
since mom and pop are heading out of town to visit the whiteside, i’m taking a few days off work to hang with marcos since he’s not quite old enough to stay home on his own. I think he probably could stay home on his own, but then I would go to jail and that wouldn’t be the right thing to do. i have a huge list of things i want to get done during the days off, but who knows what i’ll get around to as the days roll on.
i want to be lazy during these next days, but i think hanging with marcos will prevent that from happening.
so i brought marcos in for a checkup because he’s been tugging at his ear a little. the dr said it was a low-grade ear infection and i got some amoxicillin from the pharmacy. i’ll wait a day or so before giving it because i don’t want to give him antibiotics if i don’t have to.
while we were waiting for the doctor, he started to bang away at this wheelchair in the corner and tried to push it around. the loud thrashing scared one of the more timid infants waiting with this mom. this kid is going to be a monster.
unless pittsburgh’s defense has 10 takeaways, then i will be at 1-1 by tomorrow night. 1-1 is a good place to be, way better than 0-2. way better.
i had a pastrami and swiss on rye pannini (the “pacific”) at safeway today that was probably one of the top 5 best sandwiches i have ever tasted. why is this called a pacific? it’s more chicago or boston than anything else.
i have only a picture of a partially-eaten sandwich because i was too busy enjoying it to bother taking a picture of it.
so if you need a favor from me, bring one (or two) of these along and we’ll talk.
seems that dog the bounty hunter had his roles reversed when he took down andrew luster, the convicted rapist, out in mexico. turns out that kidnapping of any kind, of a regular person or fugitive, is illegal in mexico and now dog and a couple of his cohorts are in a mexican jail.
court tv has more information on the whole thing.
that’s all…no pictures or anything. i’m working this weekend anyway – so i’ll post some more stuff tomorrow.
i remember alyssa and i used to watch jackass, but we wouldn’t let her say the word ass, so she would say jackbutt. strangers who visited the house had no idea what we were talking about. these episodes were pretty funny.
visit cracked.com for the collection of youtube videos.
at our little work get-together thing. note how marcos is asserting himself as the older baby by grabbing his collar.
The art of covert napping
The Washington Post notes that there’s been no shortage of media reports over the last few years about sensitive employers giving workers permission to nap. Some even provide “relaxation rooms.”
But with companies demanding more from smaller staffs in recent months, employees aren’t so interested in that perk anymore, fearful that they’ll do most of their dozing in the unemployment line.
So on-the-job napping, while not going away, is being done on the downlow, according to the Post.
William Anthony, author of “The Art of Napping at Work” and operator of Napping.com, tells the newspaper that one of the most popular tactics is to escape to the parking garage to catnap in the car.
“Another odd place people say they nap is in the restroom, sitting on the toilet, resting their head against the side or back wall,” Anthony says. “It’s private; they can lock the door. The more industrious nappers construct pillows with extra toilet paper rolls for maximum comfort.”
Even cubicle dwellers can catch a few Zs if they’re resourceful, says Anthony.
“The cubicle is a most nap-unfriendly environment, but some manage by spreading papers out on their desks, clutching a pencil in their fingers and pretending they are absorbed in reading. Others assume the ‘thinking position,’ with their head in their hands and their back to the door.
“But the best one I’ve heard lately came from a guy who holds a bottle of eyedrops in one hand, tilts back in his chair and closes his eyes. That’s truly artful napping.”