TC the Terrible

The weekend went really well for us. The wife and I snuck in a couple of rounds of golf and saw a movie with the five year old.

He’s taken to calling me ‘dad’ a couple of times a day. That makes me feel really good, because the two of us are almost that close. It also makes me feel bad because I’ve never intended to replace his biological father. We spend a good bit of time working on projects and talking about stuff. For a midget he’s got a lot of insight into how the world works. Plus, he knows the difference between a Phillips head and a flat head screwdriver.

His best friend came over for the afternoon on Friday and they nearly tore the house down playing together. They got into fights over whose turn it was with the cool toys, but got over it just as quickly. I love the way that guys can do that.

The boss was out today so my long weekend got extended by an extra day. Not at all a bad thing.

The band of the day is Apocalyptica folks. They’ve been called Rock and Resin, but I’m not sure if that’s really the right term or not. Anyway, they have a slam-jam version of Enter The Sandman that serves as an excellent counter to 1985 or Stacy’s Mom. Both of which are fine songs when you have the taste for bubble gum in your ears.

Still, it would be nice to hear a band that could move me like Skynard again. After all, how many true Americans can’t listen to Sweet Home without cranking the volume knob all the way to 10? Or is that just me showing my age again?

I’m out on the links for the next four days. Take care and guard your red Swingline staplers.

Ciao.

For those of you (yes both of you) that are looking for regular updates, you are S.O.L. Ask a soldier what that means if you don’t already know.

The boss is in a good mood this week. That on-line dating thing must be working for him. About damn time.

I’ve got a tasker to put together and get approved today. This means I’ll have to actually think about important things and write coherent sentences for the first time in a couple of weeks. The iPod has a full charge and some new stolen songs, so I can get through at least one day of real work. When I first took this job I thought strategic thinking would be more of a full time event. I didn’t realize it had so many days of doing nothing, but not being able to leave the cubicle.

The weather was great this weekend and I had the first of the golf lessons that my wife had bought me. The instructor was one of those crusty old guys that you like from the first minute you talk to him. The facility was outstanding and he basically tore my grip and swing apart so he could re-build them correctly. He also told me to ditch the Ben Hogan approach, which is the first time I’ve been told that one. Anyway, his 30 minute lesson has netted more progress than anything since I first picked up a club. Needless to say, I can’t wait until the next lesson in two weeks.

The wife and I went to dinner and a movie on Sunday night. Hitch is a chick flick, but it’s a good one. Will Smith is funny and the lack of nudity was impressive in its own way. We had a good time but the kids kept calling despite knowing what we were doing. It is amazing that they can not go a full hour without calling just to see if we will answer the line.

We are off to a better start this week than last. I wonder if that has anything to do with going to church Sunday morning? The wife is no longer complaining about not feeling close and the kids are out all week for Spring Break. We’ve got some stuff planned for them this week that should be fun.

I’m taking a couple of days off at the end of the week for sanity’s sake.

Later.

Remind me sometime to tell you about the spousal abuse class I had to endure yesterday.