Our next show is June 20 at the Art & Soul Cafe.
How do we celebrate birthdays at the Rhine household? We blow stuff up! Stuff like Diet Coke and Mentos!
Happy birthday to my beautiful daughter, treat who turns 10 years old today!
Memorial Day is usually a three day weekend, but this year I managed to make it four.
I took a vacation day on Friday to help chaperone my daughter’s gifted class’s trip to the Smithsonian Insitute in Washington, DC. After some pre-trip jitters from my daughter, we made our way to the museum and had a great day. The only downside was that the return trip, which should only take about two hours took five hours. That’s a long time to ride in a yellow school bus.
Drinks at Turkey Hill: $4.50
Smithsonian Entrance Fee: $0
Souvenirs from the Air & Space Gift Shop: $17.49
Lunch at the McDonald’s inside the Air & Space Museum: $21
Afternoon snack at the Dino Cafe inside the Natural History Museum: $19.80
Dinner at a random McDonald’s in Maryland: $10.76
Spending the day with my daughter and watching her get excited about science: Priceless
Saturday morning started with a trip to church to troubleshoot some issues we’ve been having with the sound system. After fooling around with it for a while, I finally got it working, at least to a usable state for Sunday morning.
In the afternoon, we headed to Tom’s house for a Memorial Day cookout, where we hung out with most of my department and watched dogs and children get soaked from head to toe in bubble juice. We followed that up with a trip to Lowe’s, a visit to the Art & Soul Cafe to listen to my friend Jeff Lease play guitar, and finally a brief soak in the hot tub.
We almost made it through the whole service without the sound system acting stupid, but not quite. Time to upgrade, I suppose.
After church, we went to Toys R Us so my daughter could pick out her birthday present (she chose Wii Music, which I’m looking forward to trying). Then we stopped at Rita’s to buy four quarts of Italian ice to take over to my friend Tim’s house for our second Memorial Day cookout of the weekend. At Tim’s, we swam a bit but mostly just sat around chatting.
Obviously, it’s only Sunday, so I don’t have all the details yet, but Monday will be my daughter’s 10th birthday party. Well, tomorrow is the family party; her friend party is in a couple weeks (as soon as school gets out). So we’ll be having our extended family here for the afternoon and evening, which would be our third cookout of the weekend for those keeping score at home.
I also wouldn’t bet against a trip to Guitar Center in the morning. I’m just saying.
This weekend, we celebrated my grandparents’ 65th wedding anniversary. Traditionally, the 65th is the platinum anniversary. Five more years and they hit titanium. The 80th anniversary is, curiously enough, oak. Anyway, my wife took pictures.
Here are my grandparents with my mom.
This one is my mom, my grandparents, my sister, and I.
And the great grandchildren (the two on the ends are mine):
Happy Anniversary, Grandma and Pop-Pop! You are an inspiration to all of us!
Well, Friday night was an interesting night.
I arrived home from work to find my mother-in-law visiting my wife and kids. This in itself is nothing out of the ordinary; she visits quite often and is always welcome, especially when helping my wife with yardwork as she was this evening.
My wife informed that we were grabbing some pizza for dinner, which was fine by me. I informed my mother-in-law that she and my father-in-law were staying for dinner. My treat. She argued, but I insisted.
My father-in-law arrived shortly thereafter, and I soon went to the local pizza shop, taking my daughter along. When we got home, we found the house empty. This was odd. Very odd. They knew I was coming back with dinner.
I looked out the back window to see my wife and neighbors lined up at the fence that separates our backyard from the pasture behind our house. But I didn’t see my in-laws standing there. I went outside for a closer look, and that’s when I noticed that my father-in-law was out in the field. And my mother-in-law was lying on her back next to him, right on the ground.
I have to admit, this piqued my interest.
My wife looked at me and said, “She broke her ankle.”
This seemed like a hasty diagnosis for whatever had transpired, but whatever. I climbed over the fence and started running out to my in-laws, with the intention of helping my father-in-law carry her inside. No such luck. My wife stopped me and said they had tried. And when they did, my mother-in-law passed out from the pain.
The ambulance had already been called, so I went out to wait with them. When the ambulance arrived, I opened the gate so that it could get out into the field. At this point, I should mention the three horses and one pony that graze in the field.
At any rate, the horses and pony were distracted by carrots offered by my kids and neighbors, and my mother-in-law was safely loaded into the ambulance and taken away to the local hospital, where she was told that her left ankle was broken in three places. And to add insult to injury, her right ankle was sprained.
My daughter was upset for two reasons. First, she didn’t like seeing her Nana hurt. Second, she was supposed to sleep over at her house that night and was disappointed at the change in plans.
My son was upset for one reason only: he was jealous that he didn’t get to ride in the ambulance.
I’m always so proud to be both (1) from Central Pennsylvania and (2) working in K12 education. From the local education news:
A Pennsylvania high school ordered more than 450 shot glasses for its prom, a move the assistant principal now says sent the wrong message.
There’s failure… and then there’s epic failure.
Slightly off-color, but still funny.
As much as it pained me to put Tangelo out of its misery, drugs I have to admit that updating my weblog from my iPod is pretty cool.
I’ve really done it.
I moved my blog to WordPress.
Why? Well, as you probably know, I’ve been using Tangelo, an application of my own creation, for my blog for about four years or so. But I haven’t updated Tangelo in a very long time. I haven’t had a public release since 2006, I believe. So I decided it was time to stop fooling myself and let go. Tangelo is dead, and that’s okay. I can stop working on it.*
And that’s actually quite liberating. Because now I can stop worrying about developing my blog application and focus more on writing, which was the whole point to begin with.
So why WordPress? Because it’s powerful and ubiquitous. It’s built on open standards and it rocks pretty hard.
The cool part is that I still have all my posts. That’s impressive because I started this blog on Blogger back in 2002. From there I migrated all of my posts to Movable Type a couple years later. Then when Tangelo was ready for testing, I moved all my posts again. And the other day I exported them from Tangelo and into WordPress. That’s really quite a journey in weblog terms. The only thing I lost was the old Haloscan comments, and while I could probably salvage them, I don’t see a reasonable way to link them back to their original posts, so adios.
At any rate, here we are. Enjoy the new digs while I get things situated.
* If you’re a Tangelo customer, sorry. But I’m guessing you probably saw this coming. If you need help moving from Tangelo to WordPress, drop me a line and I’ll be happy to help out.
A special Top Ten List, dedicated to my son:
The Top Ten Things You Shouldn’t Touch When Your Face And Hands Are Covered With Ranch Dressing:
10. Your recorder (the instrument, not the the electronic device, although that could apply, too)
9. The walls
8. My shirt
7. Mommy’s computer
6. The phone
4. My computer
3. Any guitar in the house
2. My iPod Touch