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Radio Silence

Posted on January 5th, 2009 in Bloggers Block, exercise, family, food, health, housekeeping, Random thoughts, sisters, weight, wii by g-man || 12 Comments

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This radio silence was brought to you compliments of the holidays and my overwhelming laziness. I do hope that your solstice and new year celebrations were most excellent, and I wish for us all that 2009 bring peace and prosperity.

My vacation had ups (sleeping in most every day) and downs (watching my lovely wife slip and fall in a puddle of vomit at 2am), but mostly it was positive. The wii was a big hit this year, I bought Wii Fit for my wife (and the rest of us too) it is really fun AND you get some real exercise from it, although having it call you obese every day is a bit much. My “wii fit age” (something it calculates as your approximate health age) has bounced about from 58, to 32, to 42, so I’m not really sure what to make from that. Also for the wii I got Guitar Hero World Tour (With the drums and Microphone) from my MIL, I will need to practice! Each of the girls got wii games too, so in the cold of winter we will have lots to do.

Now that the holidays are over and we are back to work, we are on a lifestyle reduction plan. We are trying to reduce our debt, our clutter, and our weight. Last night Heather went through our closet and removed all the crap from the floor, and buddy there was a LOT of crap. We sorted through all of it and all the tee shirts and have a huge pile for the Good Will, and bonus we have space in the closet AND you can still see the floor. I may build some shelves to complete the project, we’ll see.

On the debt and weight reduction side, we are not going to be eating out as much, and we will be continuing our regular visits to the gym. More to the point *I* will be continuing my regular visits to the gym, Heather already exercises regularly. She asked me to do the “Couch to 5K” so that I can start running. I hate running, but I love my wife more, so I will be starting that some time. I will also go back to watching more of what I eat. Part of my eating problem stems from my mood, when I am down I don’t care what I eat and will eat to feel better. I was also chatting with my little sis not too long ago and we concluded that we three sibs have the same pathology when it comes to food (and shopping for clothes apparently). When we eat, we tend to order a lot because we don’t want to miss out on anything. I’m not sure why that is, but growing up we were poor and didn’t eat out save for a rare occasion. As for shopping we all seem to find something we like then buy it in different colors. It was not until this chat that we discovered that we three exhibit these same behaviors. Spooky huh?!?

I had lots of moments over the past week where I thought “Ooo this could be funny to blog about.” but by laziness got the better of me.

Here is to a fantastic 2009!

Whirl wind weekend

Posted on August 11th, 2008 in family, Mom (gets categoty to herself), Random thoughts, sisters, travel, weirdness by g-man || 11 Comments

My sisters wedding was really nice. It was short and sweet, and free beer! An intimate affair attended by immediate family and friends, it was a loose and fun atmosphere. I got pretty drunk. Some of the highlights …

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My mom is the crazy hat lady!

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My sister yells at plants.

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I got drunk.

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The big cousins, and my lovely wife, PDQ, and Booba.

My son, while the biggest is the youngest by 4 years. My eldest son had to work so he stayed home.

P.s. For Knight, we were upstate, not in the city, otherwise I’d have made an effort to say Hi. :)

The trip itself was long, drive up Friday, and back Saturday. We had lunch with an old friend before we left, and came back with my one niece (the blue dress) who will stay with us for a week.

Stay tuned.

Not a good day

Posted on August 4th, 2008 in drama, family, kids, PDQ, sisters, travel by g-man || 22 Comments

to be a Barbie doll at chez g-man. Saturday saw the darkest day in local Barbie history with the sudden and uncorrectable decapitation of two dolls. Oddly they had the exact same neck failure that prevented me from being able to reattach the heads.

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The first doll hit the can without incident, the second however almost required a phone call to our pastor and a funeral ceremony in the back yard. This is how it went down…

Princess Drama Queen (AKA Rockstar): {crying}

Booba: I didn’t do it! PDQ’s doll got broke.

PDQ: {holding up both parts of the doll for effect, and sobbing} Her head came awwwofffff. {now wailing}

Me: {examining the parts, and speaking softly} I’m sorry honey, I cant fix that, so we are going to have to throw it away, now bring me the doll.

PDQ, hesitantly brings me the doll while she sniffs back tears. Her eyes are flashing uncertainty and fear as she realizes that she will not see this doll any more. With a sort of panicky persistence she wont let go of the doll even after she hands it to me.

PDQ: Dad?

Me: Yes honey?

PDQ: Can I keep the head? She was special and I want to remember her.

Me: Um sure. (getting a little creeped out at watching her stroke the hair of the disembodied Barbie)


Sunday at dinner PDQ tells me her leg hurts, to wit I ask “And what would you like me to do about it?”

“Call 911”

Sheesh!


This week we are headed to NY for my younger sisters wedding. It should be a hoot. We are headed up Friday and back home Saturday (complete with said sister’s daughter in tow). My niece will be staying for a whole week, woo hoo free sitting!!!

Advertising and HMS Friday!

Posted on May 23rd, 2008 in funny, HMS Friday, photography, Random thoughts, sisters, weirdness by g-man || 12 Comments

First my blatant selling out to the corporate man. (ok really it is a parody, but for the right $$ I’d sell space) Which reminds me I have to get off my ass and frame up some stuff to hang in my favorite coffee place, there is empty wall space with hooks, and I can sell stuff there. (Now I just need to figure out what exactly).

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I do love me some Esmerelda. One of the few people who tolerate me saying “Hey do ‘this’ for just a second, It will be funny later” while I am pointing my camera at them, or who voluntarily pose while I try out different ideas. I need ten more of her :) (any takers?)

Which brings me to Hot Monkey Sex Friday. While we are on the subject of posing and what-not, how many of you have posed, or taken pictures (videos) of your significant other, for your own personal use? I know that some of you regularly post for “Half Naked Thursday”, which I see as more of an artistic expression. I am talking about Polaroids that end up in a shoe box in the closet next to the “toys” or whatever.

My ex and I had pictures of that variety, it seemed like a lot of fun at the time, the Polaroid was a sort of instant gratification to capture the moment. It was harmless fun, until we were getting divorced. I made sure that they were destroyed, I think she was afraid that I would publish them.

My parents suffered a huge embarrassment when (My dad was a Polaroid shutter bug) and he kept his photos of mom doing various things in his top dresser drawer. When I was about 6 or 7 my eldest sister found them and we showed them to all the neighborhood kids, and to some of the parents who were wondering what all the commotion was about.

I forget what happened after that, I don’t recall being grounded forever or anything. Perhaps my parents embarrassment compounded with perceived (or not) scrutiny by the neighbors they just tried to let it blow over without another word.

So, any potential skeletons in your closet.

HMS Friday with purpose.

Posted on April 4th, 2008 in charity, family, HMS Friday, kids, Random thoughts, sisters, WTF by g-man || 11 Comments

Continued …

WARNING. Sexually explicit content dealing with abuse.

I have replaced the usual frivolity with a more serious and disturbing (but with a positive twist) topic. There will be chances to donate to RAINN, a group providing all kinds of assistance dealing with sexual abuse. I posted the details of how this started last week. There is a donation badge to the left.


My personal story:

After reading Gadfly’s post on this subject I had a minor epiphany. Last week I said I became sexually “aware” when I was about 9. I have many memories from that time (from age 6-10) that are lumped into one big group in my mind so I am not really sure the order of my memories, however, Gadfly rattled something loose.

Betsy Rodden was her name. I wish I could recall more details about her, but I can vividly recall me and Scott Russo sleeping out in his back yard (next door to the Rodden’s). We called up to Betsy in her bedroom and asked her to show us her private parts, and we showed her ours. I’m not sure exactly sure what started and/or led up to this kind of behavior but similar to Gadfly’s story I believe it was Betsy who broached the subject some time before. I had never really associated that with the rest of my story, because it was a bit more cut and dry.

My elder sister, by two years, came home one afternoon and said that Mr. Rodden had put his hands down her pants and touched her private parts. She told my mom (and dad too I think). I personally was outraged, and I couldn’t understand why my dad didn’t get his rifle on the spot and go take care of ol’ Mr. Rodden. As a parent of children that age I can now see that there were procedures to follow, and I’m sure my parents wanted to investigate before throwing accusations around.

Some time after that (A day, an hour, I forget) I remember marching up the street with my sister to go find out for myself WTF. I went in the house with Betsy and my sister, a hoouse I had been in many times before. Mrs Rodden was washing up in the kitchen. Mr. Rodden was in the easy chair in the living room. I forget what he had said, but my warning bells were all going off, but I was determined to let whatever happen so I would know the truth.

He ended up tickling me, past the point where it was fun, and eventually put his hand down my pants and fondled my tiny junk and said “Oh your a boy.” (I had long blonde hair back then, like a surfer) He put me down and after I caught my breath, I went and stood behind Mrs Rodden, who was still at the sink. She looked like June Clever, and stood there with her back to me washing a dish. I said in my boldest voice. “Your husband just put his hands down my pants.” I watched her slump. She was probably crying. Not getting any response I added “Well, what are you going to do?” I waited for a minute longer and left. I told my parents that he did it to me too.

Some time after that they moved and so I never knew what became of any of them.

What surprises me is that I was unafraid, perhaps because I knew Mrs Rodden was there, who knows? I don’t feel “abused” by the incident, I feel good that I found out the truth and was able to tell someone about it. I have a vague impression that I vindicated my sister, although I have no recollection that no one believed her. I do feel bad that Betsy probably had it a lot worse, and not knowing what became of them I fear the worst.


The positive twist … April is National Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. There are groups out there that help victims and help educate the public with regard to sexual abuse. RAINN is one, please feel free to make a donation.

Next week I will continue in the same vein with another time in my childhood where I encountered abuse.

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