Monthly Archives: February 2013

thedailypic•Yr4•151/365•The Pills

The Pills
February 28, 2013

I was going to write I suck at being sick, but really? is there anyone that is good at it? I suppose some of us might deal with it better than others.  I did work with a guy that liked being sick, he took advantage of it to the fullest.  His mother would cater to him night and day, grant him his every wish, pillows, magazines, movies, special food, I knew he would drag it out as long as he could turn a cold into a 2 week project.  This is only worse when you know he was single, 40 something and lived in her basement. I remember the day I had to take the call from her that he would not make it in to work, she said he “had the sniffles”… we saw him 5 days later. He looked like he had gained 10lbs.

I approach being sick from a different angle. I deny how bad it is for the first few days. Maybe swing by the old medicine cabinet, see what left overs are there to help out (don’t roll your eyes, I know most of you do it too, just none on wants to own up to it – I draw the line at the dogs pills). Couple days later I think I might have pneumonia, so I start thinking about calling someone professional, maybe watch an episode or two of Dr. Oz. If it has not worked it self out by the 4th day, I MIGHT finally break down and make an appointment or go to a clinic.  On the drive there I always seem to feel better, some how by the time I am in the chair being examined I feel the need to explain how I WAS sick but I am just not showing any signs right now, you should have seen me 15 minutes ago.  I blame a quack Doctor who I used to see in the 90’s.  The guy would never believe anything was wrong with me, I had to beg for him to believe me, and sometimes he would convince me I was not sick.

Anyway, I am sick, soon I will not be, it is really that simple. These pills were developed by skilled technicians to fix me, of course I will need to stop taking them a few days early to stock up for the next time I might be sick.


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thedailypic•Yr4•150/365•Angry Hazmat Man

Angry Hazmat Man
February 27, 2013

I am sick. I thought I had a Lego Doctor, I do not, I have an angry hazmat guy though, not sure what that has to do with anything…


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The Photographer & The Model
February 26, 2013

My wife brought me back this… well I am not sure what it is, statue? figure? from Mexico. They are on the same stand, the photog is in a really awkward position and I am not sure what he is taking a picture of, I doubt whoever designed this really put any research behind it.  Anyway, I will get right to it, here are the last 2 days to 7 Days Without a Wife. Enjoy.

Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 6

8:29pm – So we the morning went well. We have it down to a pretty solid routine. I honestly think the kids are just going along with most the things I say to avoid the confrontations. And in the end isn’t that all parenting is… getting to a point where they just do not want to fight with you so they do it?

Now that does not mean there were not some issues. The menu thins has been working, frozen pizza, chicken patties, hot dogs then tonight. Sloppy Joes, meat, sauce and rolls put ‘em together. No where on the menu did she write de-thaw the meat or the rolls. Both were frozen. Anna said I could de-thaw them in the microwave. What am I a scientist? I do not use the microwave. I do not like the microwave. Tonight, I conquered the microwave. We survived.

Now, for the Cat or the Pan? I solved the problem… but first would it have been funny if the cat died? I mean come on no joke she gave me 2 rules:

Rule #1: Do not let her cat Billie Jean, die.

Rule #2: Do not ruin any of the new pans.

It is like she tried to jinx that cat’s life. We would be talking about that forever. “Remember when I went away that time?” “Oh, you mean the time when the cat died?” Classic comedy, but no, I can not even lie for comedic purposes on this one (which I have many times this week btw, you really think I am too stupid to know we don’t have a dishwasher?). The cat is alive and pissing me off as we speak.

I did however almost ruin the new pan. Pot actually, big pot, just got them before Christmas. I was specifically told never to use them for making popcorn. See, I do not make popcorn in the microwave like normal folk (I am too stupid to use the microwave, that was real) I cook it on the stove. Oil in a pot, heat it up, dump in the kernels, walk away for 5 minutes… popcorn. Barbie gets pissed because I like my popcorn burnt, a nice layer of crispy, blackened, charred popcorn. Let it cook a minute or two too long, used to set the smoke detector off in the old house. Smell would be here for a day. She gets mad when I do that, but she is not here… so I did it, with her new pan. Forgot, I am supposed to use the old pan, the one I ruined… well… making popcorn.

So the new pan was destroyed on the bottom. I soaked for the last 24 hours, and then scrapped it gently, I think I am ok, hopefully she will never know. Don’t tell her; distract her by asking her about her cat.

Tomorrow should be the final test. Not only do we have the whole school routine, but throw in, because its Tuesday, almost 2 hours of dance class. I am in a class all day at work, so I can not leave as early as I would like. On top of that we are out of many important items that if I was paying better attention would have picked up over the weekend. So I need to go shopping, one item being dog food, not even enough to feed him tomorrow night, and unlike the cat… he is important.

Status: All will be fine one more time.


Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 7

9:57pm – The end is near. She should be home in a couple of hours. I most likely will be asleep, does that make me a bad person? I am tired. Never been a fan of Tuesdays, if I was a single parent, I do not think I would celebrate it at all, skip from Monday to Wednesday. Honestly this is the day that this whole experiment was almost too much.

We got through it. I made a plan, shared it with them over breakfast this morning, got their commitment with smiles, only to have them crap all over it when I tried to complete it. Who’s the fool here? I know the answer. They are smarter than me in some really stupid way. I’m ok with it, I will accept it.

But, all is set, the wife is returning soon. The only thing I have left to share and discuss is what I have heard over the last week from co-workers. Now understand there is bias, I work in HR, where the ratio is 20 women to 1 man, a ratio that is: really good in college, but at work… well…. figure it out on your own. Anyway, I have been told “This week will make you appreciate all that your wife does for you.” You know what… bullshit! I love my wife, she is my balance. I and the children miss her and everyone will be happy when she gets back… you can hear it coming don’t ya…wait for it… BUT, if I hear that stupid ass line one more time… from another wom… from anyone (though not one male had said it to me) I will call… b-u-l-l-s-h-i-t.

You know what was missing for this week? Do you? Me. M-E. I was missing. I needed another me, to help me, while I did what she does. Are you following this. I know this will not get me fans… send your comments to attention “bite me”. I am not downplaying what she does, I just did it, it is work. But, the missing component was someone doing all the stuff I normally do. In spite of that I still got it all done, both parts, but another me would have helped out with the stress. Do I want her to go away again… not really. For all the guys out there that will hear “you will appreciate…crap” if you wife goes away. What you will really learn to appreciate is all you do for your wife. And for that I salute my fellow men.

Status: Tired, but done. Kids still alive.


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thedailypic•News Coverage

I made the local paper, front page, just like my teachers said I would… though they were wrong on the reason. I was photographed shooting a photograph.  Here is the paper and the photo I shot.


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February 25, 2013

OK, I know I said I would give the last 2 parts to the 7 Days series tonight, but I am pushing it out one more night. I woke to more snow, just enough to make everything look nice.  I would have ventured out to get some more photos – I love blue sky snow shots when the snow is stuck to the branches, but I am feeling under the weather. I ran to the store to get some meds early this morning on the way home I passed the cemetery down the street from my house and had to take some quick shots. The light was fantastic.  There was a cloud base that just made everything glow for a little while the sun came up. Check out some more below.  I promise the last 2 days of 7 Days without a Wife will be up tomorrow night.





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thedailypic•Yr4•147/365•A Winter’s Day

A Winter’s Day
February 24, 2013

Taking a break from the 7 Days without a wife, I will post the last two tomorrow. Today I have snow, as we have for the last 3 weekends. This is the storm that never really came. It seems like it has snowed for 24 hours, yet there is not much to show for it.  I threw my Lensbaby Composer on my camera and I went for a walk in hopes to get falling snow shots. The Composer is a really cool tilt shift that I can insert different optics on to get different feels, today I used the single glass optic that has an antique style to it.

So, while I was walking around the park I ran into another photographer, turns out he was out in the storm looking for shots for the Milford Daily News. We got talking about cameras, places to shoot, the photo industry and how the storm was kind of a let down.  He asked if he could take photos of me, taking photos – seems like this might have caused a wormhole to open up over Choate Park, but I went along with it. They even might get used in the paper tomorrow, you know it is a slow news day when I end up in the paper.

Here are some extra shots from today’s walk and even one with the news photog playing the part of my paparazzi.

f/11, 1/640, 1600 iso, 16mm Lensbaby Composer, Single Glass Optic, Nikon D700


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Sunset Cruise
February 23, 2013

Guest photographer tonight, the wife is back and she enjoyed her trip.  Here are a few of her shots – check out a couple more after the blog, I let her pick which one is the dailypic. I really like the one with the lights and the store.  She picked this one because of the silhouettes on the pier.  I even gave her a watermark.

Here is day 5 from the 2009 series, apparently it was an uneventful day:

Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 5

10:02pm – There really was not much to report today, it’s Sunday. We were planning on going to the Museum of Science today, but the kids wanted to wait for Mommy (apparently going with just Daddy is not good enough)… besides there was another snow storm, third time I have had to shovel since Barbie left. I keep cleaning her car, yet no one is here to drive it. Took care of the snow, cleaned the whole house, kids even helped, got every dirty dish done, watched the Funniest Home Videos, a family ritual on Sunday night. All was ok until late this afternoon.

Before Barbie left, she really only had 2 items, things… actually rules and I think she was serious about them.

Rule #1: Do not let her cat Billie Jean, die. Like I have any control over when it’s “time” for the cat to go. Stupid cat doesn’t like me. She looks at me weird and makes strange noises like an old man who smoked too much. {NOTE from 2/23/13 – this cat has since passed away, coincidence, she passed away while we were on vacation and my mother in law was staying with the kids, i guess we forgot to tell her the rule}

Rule #2: Do not ruin any of the new pans.

So, without really incriminating myself here, uhm… I might have broken one of the rules. Now, I am not afraid of her, big deal, I mean the rules were unreasonable anyway. You would think the rules would be something important like… #1 take care of the kids, and #2 do the dishes, which I would have done sooner if she had told me about the no dishwasher thing… I really think those rules are better. I followed those rules… eventually. Cat and pans… stupid.

Status: Depends which rules you are going to judge me on. The reasonable Kids and Dishes rules… all is good, could not be better. Her unreasonable rules about the Cat and Pans… doesn’t matter… those rules are stupid.




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February 22, 2013

OK, so wife is still away, her flight was delayed she will be here when she gets here… house is fairly clean, dishes are done.  In all honesty, this week was not a hardship at all, the kids are at a great age to help out and are on autopilot most the time.  It is amazing what a difference 3 years can make.  We went out to eat, I let them pick, and this is where we ended up.  Not my first, 10th or 50th choice but they like it, why I have no idea.

Anyway, I ran into a few people today that told me they have read the posts… to answer the questions I keep getting asked, yes I really posted these publicly 3 years ago.  Each was written on the day it says and most of it is true. One person I spoke with in particular might realize her husband is mentioned in day four, I failed to mention that when we spoke.  He plays the part of the un-named the sick coach – I believe he had the flu that caused my morning from hell. Funny that I saw her today. To be honest this was my favorite day of the series. Here you go: Day 4.


Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 4 – February 2009

2:12am – Can not sleep. The boy woke up at about 1am yelling for Mommy… the funny thing here would be to say I ignored him, since I am not Mommy, but I do not want everyone thinking I am a bastard (more than you already do). I went to see why and he said he was being eaten by ants… red ones. That was fun. Then about 1:50 he yelled… for Mommy again… this time to help him get out of bed and go to the bathroom… seriously, why? Said it was too dark, apparently Anna stole his night light. Tomorrow we buy more night lights.

Once he got back to bed I started to cough, and well now I can not stop. I will never get back to sleep.

3:52am – Still awake, still coughing. Watched some “how to live green” show and they talked about your family’s environmental footprint, and how paper plates can be really bad for the environment… I do not need this pressure.

Going to take Nyquil, hate the sh*t but it works; only problem is it makes me dizzy for hours. Maybe I will just drop off Danny at basketball, they will be fine without me, I am only there to assist.

8:41am – The director of the basketball league called (woke me up, I knew it was for me because Danny instead of answering it yelled up the stairs “Daddy it’s not Mommy”), the Coach is sick; I have to coach the 25, 7 year old boys. I suck at basketball, this is why I am not a coach, I only help out because it is a lot of kids. Guess what the Nyquil still working, I mineswell be high… not good.

11:15am – I learned some very interesting stuff I think I already knew this morning. All 7 year old boys are the same. The arguments and frustration I have had all week with MY boy, I just relived with 24 of his clones. What does “hold the ball mean”? If you were holding a basketball in a basketball court and an adult, an adult coach who is 3x your size, came to you and said “Hold the ball, do not bounce it” what the hell would you do… I, I would HOLD the ball. Maybe make sure it does not BOUNCE! Seems simple, but for most of the time I was there I had to keep saying “hold the ball”, over and over and over… “hold the ball”. I looked one kid in the eyes, down at his level and asked so very nicely to hold that ball, while I am still looking him in the eye, he dribbled it… right there… I took, I took it out of his hands and rolled it to the wall. He looked very shocked and sad, I laughed a little. But if it was not “Hold the ball” it was “Don’t touch him”

I had a group of 12 boys, in 2 lines 6 each running parallel 10 feet apart. In each line, each boy kept punching the “balls” of the kid behind them. Not the basketball… the “balls” (their words not mine) “Coach Tim… “Bobby” keeps punching me in the balls…” WHAT THE HELL! I am stoned on Nyquil, suck at basketball, sleep deprived, and begging 7 year old boys not to destroy the groin of the boy next in line…

4:15pm – No one is here, just me. Anna is at the birthday party, Danny is at his friends. It is quiet, no one is touching, yelling, crying, laughing, mocking, irritating, breathing, looking, snapping, whistling, singing, playing, anything… What am I going to do? Ha… laundry. But I have an idea, I am going to take out anything that is Barbie’s from the load to save water since she is not here. This will counter off the paper plate use this week… brilliant – I should send an email to that green show! And then put half the kids clothes from their hampers back in their drawers, they won’t know. Oh yea, I went to the store, bought 2 night lights, 5 pairs of gloves, ant spray for the boy and a dishwasher sponge on a stick thing… I am ready!

9:36pm – Left my Ipod at work on my desk – yesterday. Did not realize this until about 6:30 tonight. So instead of donating it to the cleaning crew (if they had not taken it already) I figured we would go for a ride. The kids thought it was cool to see the giant corporate office all dark and empty. It is amazing how impressed a kid can be with a cubical; imagine if I had a door! Danny’s head would explode. Got the Ipod, went to cold stone, got some ice cream, made it home before the snow, had a good night. Funny how ice cream fixes everything.  Over half way done.


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February 21, 2013

The kids are back, the wife is not. The menu tonight said sausages… precooked sausages, seemed simple enough. My son went tubing today and is beat, and I think he is getting a cold, so we gave him a pass and let him rest on the couch. Problem is that leaves my daughter and me to make dinner. Translation… we might stay hungry.  Danny takes after his mother, likes to cook, pays attention to all the incredible things she makes, Anna and I… well, we can make eggs, but we are out of eggs.  They are precooked sausages, why can’t we just put them in the rolls and add ketchup?  Anyway, we thought this was better solution was better, and notice, paper plate and nothing requires utensils, even added gum… we are practically cleaner for eating it. As I write this Anna is yelling “Beyonce doesn’t have to cook her own food, why should I?” at the stove, tomorrow we might go out to eat.

Here is part three of the Seven Days without a Wife, enjoy:


Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 3 -February 2009

10:23am – The morning went well. To well, I think I have recruited them to my way over Barbie’s. Got them up early, told them no TV. Each of them got ready, no issues, ate breakfast, no issues, then practiced piano (both) (7:30 in the morning) no issues. While they did that I dusted and vacuumed the house. I am sure Barbie can keep up this new routine when she comes back.

Then I sat in traffic for 50 minutes to get to work, not sure how normal people do it. I can not wait until my 6:30 am commute is doable once again.

11:45am – Danny’s teacher called my cell. I had written her a note, the context is not important, what I found to be interesting was her concern for me. Kept telling me she is aware my wife is on vacation, so she understands if I was not able to handle all the homework, reading or getting stuff ready for school. I wonder, would she call a mother and mention the same thing if the father went away… sexist a little? Hmmm? Wonder if Danny told her about the dishes?

7:16pm – They always eat with their hands, what the hell is the problem? All of a sudden we have to use utensils. Why is it when they have a fork they won’t use it? Every night I need to tell Danny to use one, but now that we are out of clean forks and they NEED to have one… cut the crap eat the peas with your fingers… its fun! Paper plates helped. Maybe I could get them to drink from the milk jug too?

8:21pm – I just spent the last 35 minutes saying noting but “stop touching him/her” each of them: “I bumped in to him”, “she stopped in front of me and made me run into her”, “I accidentally smacked him in the back of the head”, “I did not mean to grab her hair and pull out a clump and try to put it back before she noticed…” seriously no touching! I would never have touched my sister at that age… don’t kids know about cooties anymore? I think cooties were created by parents just to get their kids to stop touching each other.

11:12pm – Another day done, they get better. The weekend should be fine. No school to get ready for. Got basketball in the morning, Danny has a play date, the only issue I see is the birthday party Anna has to go to. I am not a fan of the Bday drop off. Talking to people and everything, not fun, but I think I can do it. My cough is coming back though.

Status: Progress will lead to success.


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thedailypic•Yr4•143/365•Gourmet Dinner

Gourmet Dinner
February 20, 2013

Kids are still with my parents, wife is in the Mexico area on a floating Carnival toilet and once again I find myself in need of dinner.  Tonight no fancy diner food, tonight it is popcorn.  Not microwave popcorn, no, the good stuff, cooked on a stove popcorn, with kernels, I know how to spoil myself… gourmet like.

Now, last night I shared Part One of the Seven Days Without a Wife post from 3 years ago. The response was great, thanks for reading… here is Part Two.  In all there are 7 parts (hence the title).  For those who like the short posts… stop reading now, right now,  you know who you are – I won’t name names (yet).


Seven Days Without a Wife: Day 2 – February 6, 2009

9:32am – What the hell is wrong with those kids! How hard is it to get up, get dressed and get out of the house? I do it everyday, pretty much in 15 minutes flat. I got up at my normal time, and got ready. Then… then, I woke them up, they are lucky I let them sleep that extra 15 minutes. Lights on, time to get up! “No, Mommy lets us sleep longer.” Screw that, it is time to get up and get ready. With extra time, it still seemed like we were cutting it close.

How long does a shower take? After fighting with her on just the thought of taking it (10 minutes) she then took a 20 minutes shower. Boy on the other hand still thought school was delayed. He asked me “Do we have to get ready like yesterday?” Stupidly I answered “yes, of course you do” and left him. Turns out he took that to mean he had another 2 hours to get ready. WTF! The best was the question “Where are your gloves?” His brilliant answer “In the lost and found at school”. Like he keeps them there. He told that is where he usually finds them. Insane.

Things I did In the time it took them to get ready:

• Got the trash ready for the curb,

• Prepared all the recycling,

• Treated the driveway and walks with ice melt,

• Checked/Replied to my work and personal emails,

• And oh yea… got ready for work!

After waiting for a bus that was never going to arrive and asking Dan every 2 minutes “What are you coming home with today buddy?” Answer: Gloves (4th lost pair this year). I was finally able to get to work. Now, for a person who goes to work at 6:30- 6:45 in the morning, an 8:45 commute sucks. Buses, cars, people, all in my way. I had to practically park in the next town… Dammit, I forgot to check the dishes!

5:28pm – The dishes are still sitting there, and not just the new ones from last night, those bowls from earlier yesterday. Nothing ever sits there that long. This is insane, it’s not like we have a ton of dishes we can eat off.

Unrelated, the school nurse called and left a message… “Uhm Hello.. this is Nurse McKay at the McGovern School, I am just calling to let you know Daniel poked himself in the eye with his pencil today in class… nothing serious, slightly red, I gave him a cold compress and sent him back to class, just wanted to let you know…” Sh*t I guess that’s my fault, I forgot to tell him not to do that today.

Oh and no on the gloves… “Didn’t have time to look for them” I guess his schedule was very tight.

8:12pm – So we went out to eat due to the dishes situation. I learned some stuff. Anna informed where we have been putting the dishes is just a sink. Not a dishwasher/sink. Mommy does the dishes, we do not have a dishwasher, I acted like I knew that, told her I was testing her. Shit. Mommy is in California, I think we have like a days worth of clean dishes left. Told her I would pay her to do the dishes. Nope. Going to need a plan.

Stopped at the store on the way home bought some paper plates.

Status: I am still claiming success, the paper plates will help, and I am sure this morning with the kids was an anomaly, just need to remind the boy not to poke his eye out, and really need to work on that glove thing.


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