Monday, June 27, 2005
What I Learned Today
It's something I ask the kids, so I figured I'd share a little of what I learned today.
1. The Air and Space Museum Annex is a really cool place to visit.
2. Some women just shouldn't wear a Hooters T-shirt.*
3. There are some old, bold pilots.**
I guess numbers 2 and 3 bear some explaining.
First, Number 2. Before you go off thinking I took my two children to Hooters for lunch, you might want to reconsider. First, I've never been to Hooters, though I pass by one every day on my way home from work. Even if I had been to one, I wouldn't admit it here. Actually, we were at a Pizza Hut when I learned the truth of Statement #2.
And finally, Number 3. I have an Uncle (hereafter referred to a Ed) who made a career out of flying. He learned to fly back when men actually flew by the seat of their pants. Back when breaking the sound barrier was something unthinkable. Back when Neil Armstrong was looking up at the moon and figuring it would be a really cool place to visit.
He's been up in more aircraft than even he can remember and says any landing you walk away from is a good landing. I'm sure he's been in more than his fair share of "hard" landings.
Anyway, over at the Air and Space Annex, there is an F-86A on display. Well, as history would have it, Uncle Ed flew this F-86 all the way across the country. Fighter aircraft aren't designed for long hauls, so the trip from where he started to Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland took well over 16 hours. Evidently 16 hours in the cockpit of an F-86 is a long time. By the time he reached Andrews AFB it was late night/early morning. On final approach to Andrews, just when he can see the end of his journey, he loses all cockpit lights. This makes landing very tricky - I guess it helps to see the instrument panel. So, the always prepared Uncle Ed pulls a tiny flashlight from his flight suit and lands the F-86 with his hands on the stick and throttle, his feet on the rudder pedals, and a flashlight between his knees.
There's one Old Bold Pilot for ya.
Adventures In Parenting
And so the adventure begins.
You see, the Ravishing Sister Cordeiro has journeyed to a far off city to attend a dance seminar. Its far enough away that she can’t come home for any disasters, fires, or any other type of emergency that would otherwise disrupt her day. She’ll be gone until Sunday morning.
Its good for her to get away, I think. I’m lucky enough to have a job that gives me an ample amount of vacation time – most of it I don’t ever get around to using, so it just rolls over to the next year. So I’ve taken this week to take care of my two children, Corderinho and Cordeirinha – in addition to keeping track on the progress of the Cordeiro Manor Remodel.
Compared to the contractors, the kids are a cakewalk.
My connection at home is only slightly better than soup cans and a string, so posting may be sporadic. Adventures will be related as time allows.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go give the kids chocolate cake for breakfast.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Father's Day Recap
Things around Cordeiro Manor have been somewhat hectic. The remodel continues, now three weeks behind schedule and the contractor seems to have a problem actually getting work done.
For those of you who have never seen The Money Pit (the one with Tom Hanks and What's Her Name from Cheers), Cordeiro Manor is starting down that path.
Some how in the midst of the confusion - we are also preparing for a Grandparent Onslaught in mid-July for Cordeirinho's baptism - the Ravishing Sister Cordeiro got me an incredible Father's Day present.
A 42" Plasma Screen for the basement theater (which will also serve as a Craft Room/Office).
Let the record show my wife rocks!
Monday, June 13, 2005
Cordeiro Manor Update
Two weeks, the contractor says. This is going to be the longest two weeks of my life.
Here is a transcript of a phone conversation between myself and the Ravishing Sister Cordeiro last week:
Me: Hi babe. How's life at the house?
RSC: Its hot. Damn hot.
Me: Really? How hot is it?
RSC: Fool! (she calls me this a lot) Was you born on the sun? I'm telling you its hot. Damn hot. Very hot. Worse than that, its hot and wet! You think I like living in a jungle?
Me: Guess we should call the HVAC guy and have him give the AC a once over?
RSC: Only if you don't want to sleep in the attic.
Ok, some "artistic" license might have been taken with the transcript.
Bottom line, you don't live on the east coast without a functioning air conditioner. Its not the heat that bothers me - its the moisture content of the air. Some days you can put your hands out, grab a few fistfulls of air and squeeze our a few gallons of water.
Another 5 large into the home improvement budget, because as long as he's down there with the AC, the furnace was looking kind of shaky too.
I think I'm going to have to start adding something stronger than vanilla to my daily Diet Coke.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Reason #8,347 Why I'm Not A Bishop
My wife, the ravishing Sister Cordeiro, has a thankless job.
She's the Primary President. You know these women. They're the ones who take your children for two hours on Sunday, and barring any meltdowns or diaper explosions allow you to enjoy those hours in a childless state. She's basically responsible for teaching something resembling the gospel to kids ages 3-12.
Personally, I think I'd rather serve as a javelin catcher for the US Olympic Track Team.
The latest in a series of issues to confront the ravishing Sister Cordeiro is, hold on to your seats because this is a real salvation issue here, Nursery Toys.
We share a building with two other wards. This is not uncommon, with the possible exception that, due to a zoning issue with the county our building is about 80% the size it should be. But that is a murmur for another post.
Nursery Toys aren't usually much to speak of. Their sole purpose is to keep the nursery children from burning the church house to the foundation. As our building is relatively new, it was decided that the toys would be shared between the three wards.
Well, that lasted for about six months. Now, Ward #3 has decided to lock up "their" toys because one child came down with a virus that the parents swear must have come from a toy "infected" by "those kids from one of the other wards". Ward #3's toys have been put under lock and key (in a very clear violation of stated church policy by the way as the lock is not one issued by the church) and a notice has been put forth declaring these toys to be off limits to any one but people from Ward #3.
This issue is so important that it has taken up a good deal of time in PEC and bishops from both wards have become involved.
There are so many things people could spend time and energy worrying about.
Nursery Toys don't fall into that category.
There are many reasons why I'm glad I don't sit in the big chair. This is only one of them.