just procrastinating

Thursday, June 29, 2006

More pics
Since all I really do now is go to work, come home and take baby pictures; there are plenty more pics of Zoey on my fotopages page here. Here is a pic of Zoey trying to communicate something profound.

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I'm amazed the human race has held up and continued to thrive. A week of looking after a newborn, with maybe, say 15% of the responsibility, and I'm ready to say that's enough reproducing. How do people do it? Twins? Triplets? Crikey. Just the thought makes my palms sweat. There is nothing more stressful and overwhelming that trying to console a breathlessly crying infant. Well, of course there are, but it's still hard, especially at 3AM. But who knows? Everyday it seems easier.

Someone told me I'd look back on these first few weeks fondly, with that very human kind of misrecollection and I thought, yeah, you know, I'm exactly that kind of person.

Monday, June 19, 2006

This is Zoey Payton S. and her proud dad...just in time for Father's Day!

More photos here.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

When you play a sport that requires a helmet, you would think that through years of getting your bell rung you would understand why it is a necessary piece of equipment. That's why this Ben Roethlisberger accident seems a bit oddd. I feel bad for the guy, but he clearly knew the risks and chose to take them. But at some point you have to realize that even if it looks real cool riding a motorcycle without a helmet, it doesn't look real cool riding it without any teeth.

Monday, June 12, 2006

MS Tour De Vine Update
Well, despite my best intentions, I didn't do the whole 150 miles as I thought I would. Saturday I got up, felt great went out strong at 7:10 AM and had the first 20 miles done by 8:30. At this pace, I was going to be done by noon. Ah, but then, the wind started kicking up and the hills started getting steep. I made it to the lunch stop by 11:15 which was mile 47. There I met my wife and in-laws who tried to persuade me to leave with them, but I pressed on.

Somewhere aroung mile 60, something bit me on my side, and it hurt. I shrugged it off despite persistent thoughts that maybe it was black widow spider and I was developing necrotizing fasciitis. After the rest stop on mile 66 everyone said the rest was supposed to be downhill, except for the last mile. Once you plant that in your mind, it's hard when you run into more hills, but I made it. I crossed the finish line around 2PM, so about 7 hours of riding.

I'm glad I did it, but when the alarm went off on Sunday, I decided that I wasn't up for another day on my bike, so I turned it off and went back to sleep. After you climb Mount Everest, it's not like you are going wake up the next day and do it again.

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