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October 01, 2008

Happy Birthday Dave!

Today is Dave's birthday. Should I tell you how old he is? I would never divulge such information, especially since he's so sensitive about getting older. I told my grandmother the other day how grumpy Dave gets around his birthday, and how I personally think that it's better to keep adding onto your age because if you're not, you're most likely dead. She agreed, and since with age comes wisdom, that must mean I'm right.

This morning while Henry was at school, I labored over Dave's cake. Then after preschool, I labored over the frosting. Then I put the two together and voila! A birthday cake! Also somewhere in there I wrapped some presents, fought with Henry over birthday cards, stealthily put candles on the cake without Henry seeing, then sent him up to bed for disobeying me. Lots of times. All in a row. Which means the gift Henry's giving Dave is the gift of having a better attitude for Daddy than he did for Mommy because of all of the good sleep he's getting right now. Bah.

Happy Birthday Dave! Bet you can't wait to get home!

May 26, 2008

Fried on the beach

Dave put a new post up on his Cool Science page about one of his madcap beach adventures which almost got him into big trouble, not only with nature, but also with me.

April 23, 2008

Where'd Dave go?

Henry and I haven't seen Dave since approximately 9 o'clock last night.

Have you seen him?

April 01, 2008

A message to Dave, my darling husband.

My towel is on the right. Yours is on the left.

STOP USING MY TOWEL!

March 01, 2008

Magnets

I should probably get this for Dave, huh?

November 03, 2007

Field hockey

Dave got up at 6AM today to go play field hockey with a bunch of ladies. I'm guessing it was the "bunch of ladies" part that inspired him enough to get out of bed so inhumanly early, on a Saturday of all days.

Back when I first met Dave he was big into ice hockey. He may trip up stairs, but on the ice, he's smooth, like, ummm, ice? After we had lived in Central PA long enough to get the lay of the land, Dave started looking for a team to join. Unfortunately he had a minor stroke of bad luck in terms of timing. He happend to find a potential team the year the NHL went on strike, which meant all of the professional players were dropping down into the minor leagues, and the minor league players were dropping into the local teams, thus, the local team Dave found took itself very seriously and they played really hard. And Dave wasn't so much looking to win as he was looking to have a good time playing hockey. He never went back.

Enter Megan, stage left. Last month she joined a field hockey team that had just started up and although it's mostly women, apparently a few rival teams had recruited at least one guy for the intimidation factor and Megan, remembering Dave's love of ice hockey, told him he should come out and play sometime to see if he likes it. After giving it a lot of thought, Dave decided to give it a try. He has noted on more than one occassion how funny he thinks it is that Megan thought of him when they decided they needed someone intimidating on the field. He is the Southern Gentleman after all.

So far he's liking it. He was up late last night boiling his mouth guard and practicing how to manipulate the hockey stick. Next week's game is at a slightly more humane hour, so Henry and I may tag along to cheer him on. Although everyone wears sweatpants, I think they should make Dave wear a skirt for a more authentic field hockey experience.

October 01, 2007

Dave's birthday

Today is Dave's birthday. He's *mmmfffff* years old. He's a bit senstive about turning a year older so if you see him tell him how handsome, smart, talented, and young he is. Oh, and sing "Happy Birthday" as loud as you can.

Dave's parents, my parents, and I chipped in and got Dave something he really wanted. I ordered it a few weeks ago thinking it would take a little while to get here, but two days later there it was, lurking behind our boxwoods. I thought and thought and thought about where to hide it, then I remembered it's Dave, that although he showers everyday, I could still hide it in the tub and he wouldn't notice it. So I hid it in the garage, with a few boxes tossed haphazardly over it to camoflauge it. I thought you'd like to try and guess what it is, so I took a picture of it hidden. I should warn you this picture is not for the faint of heart because our garage is a complete nightmare and also should not be taken as an indication of how we keep our house. Okay, here goes:

Did you find it?

Here's a hint: it's a smoker!

We had some friends over yesterday to help us celebrate Dave getting older so he christened his new smoker by smoking up some pork roast for everyone. Notice in the picture above how you can actually see him saying "Ooooooooo!" as he lifts the lid up? Also, he smelled really good all day, like hickory.

Because he always gets what he asks for, I also got him two Heinecken mini-kegs, something he's been pining away for since he saw Adrian's earlier in September.

He also got the cake his mom used to make for him when he was a kid. It's pineapple and amazing.

True story: last night while he was having another helping of cake, he confessed to me that he purposely didn't offer any cake for our guests to take home because he didn't want to share any more of it. It's his birthday, he can hoard if he wants to. I think his friends will forgive him.

September 10, 2007

What it's like being married to Dave.

Conversation Dave had with himself while giving Henry sips of iced water from a big plastic cup he was holding:

dave: "Let's see...at Henry's last doctor's appointment, he weighed 30 pounds...I weigh 180 pounds*...okay...so, imagine this cup six times bigger than it is. That's how big it is to Henry."

me: *blink-blink*

* to fend off any grumpiness that will no doubt come from my announcing to the internet how much Dave weighs, I'll fess up to my weight: 112 lbs**.

**158

May 03, 2007

Cool science

Am I allowed to direct the spotlight to Dave's blog? Because he wrote a really good post today. What are you waiting for? Go read it!

Speaking of CNN, there's a headline on the front page right now that reads "Queen joins Virginia's party" which immediately begs the question, "Is she wearing her New Jersey?"

December 06, 2006

Sciencey things are afoot at jennanddave.com

Like the Phoenix arising from the ashes, Dave's Cool Science page has been brought back to life. He thought a weblog format would encourage him to post more often because he wouldn't have to upload and download and upload again. Soooo...go check it out! And leave a comment!

Yesterday afternoon I was watching WCVB's five o'clock news and they mentioned that the North Shore Toys for Tots program hasn't been getting nearly enough donations for the number of needy kids in the area. Before having Henry I would have thought "Dave and I should go out and buy some toys," but that would be the end of it. Having a kid has, in some sense, made me see beyond the end of my own nose. It also seems to have made me more prone to sobbing uncontrollably over anything even remotely sappy and emotional (Megan had to collect me in a bucket and carry me, sloshing, home to Dave after we saw Brokeback Mountain. Also, thank god they don't make phone ads the way they used to.), but that's another story.

They ran the same news item this evening, only this time the reporter walked into a room that was designated for gifts for boys ages 9-11 and there were only a few toys sitting on a counter; the rest of the room was empty. That pretty much did it for me. As soon as we finished dinner, the three of us got in the car and headed over to Toysrus. There's something to be said for running around a toy store with no list and no idea what kids in the age group you're buying for like. It was basically like shopping for ourselves. We ended up with a cart full of stuff we both wanted. Dave picked out a toy that asks you twenty questions and tries to figure out what you're thinking of. Apparently it works (Dave tested it thoroughly. He's a scientist you know.). I picked out some Spongebob stuff. And Lego's! Wow are there lots of Lego's kits now. It ain't just a box full of colored bricks anymore.

It was a great way to spend the evening.

November 06, 2006

Impulse Good-Bye

David here. I wanted to relate last night's tragic adventure. Last night, Jenn insisted (quite forcefully) that I go straight out to Best Buy and buy an HDTV. I protested with great sincerity, but she shoved me out the door with a clear mandate. Dreaming of hundreds of thousands of pixels I dutifully went to the local Best Buy. I was certain I would soon be cramming the HPLC3760N LCD TV in the car. Yup, I'd done my internet research and this little beaut with unusually deep blacks, builtin HD tuner, lots of ports, and a well rounded picture quality was my idea of a perfect entry-level HDTV that would make us happy for many years to come. Remember that : HDTV = happiness (this will come up again).

I ask the first sales person,"Can you comment on the performance of this HP? I'm thinking of it for watching DVDs mainly". He says,"For DVD's you gotta go BluRay" and whisks me off to the store BluRay demo. "This 1080p setup", he utters in an oddly husky voice getting very serious and solemn,"would come to about $3300, and you don't want to get stuck with those 720 line TVs."

No good - I stared at HDTVs until the next sales person came around. There were about 10 of them and in turn each of them asked me if I needed help and in turn I asked each one about my beloved HP3760N. "To be honest", pipes the next one,"it's overpriced and no better than those generics", and he leers insultingly at the generic TVs.

I'm clinging to the memory of the fast 6 ms refresh time, the 176 degree viewing angle, and the digital comb filter when I realize I'm really not asking the right question. I say to the third one,"can you compare this HP screen to this smaller samsung screen?". "Sure!", she exclaims joyously,"the Samsung is better!". I helplessly mutter something, but she carries on,"it's down to Sony and Samsung now - that's what you want to look at, esp. for DVDs".

I consider this nugget of advice when approached by the next one who says,"Yeah stick with Samsung or Sony because you know they're putting good parts inside" and then I see him go off and talk a pair of eager customers out of a plasma HDTV that was (gasp) not a Sony or Samsung - and he went to good lengths to assure them that despite how good it looked, they would be disappointed unless they went with (yes, you guessed it) "Samsung or Sony". (we'll call it S&S for short from now on)

I started working through the remainder of the sales teens. Each of them had the party line down, proclaiming that S&S were the best and I should steer clear even of Best Buy's own generic brand. I expressed my interest over and over in the HP and in turn each of them looked at me as if,"you aren't geek enough to deserve an HDTV". I went to MIT - I memorized every line in Ghostbusters - I *AM* geek enough, the thoughts fill my head like a thousand interdimensional Enterprises in episode 11 of TNG season 7. "If you can't buy a 1080p TV, you might as well not buy.", another one comments.

And just like the guys who were talked out of a 50" Plasma TV, I give up and I realize - they're all right. The standard wars are bloody and fierce and unresolved and who knows what will be obsolete in a couple of years; the TV's have too many weaknesses like pixelation, bad blacks, ghosting, shimmering, burn-in, etc. In fact after I spent an hour training my eyes on them I realized that most HDTV's are pretty crappy, even the S&S ones. I could see the flaws, shimmers and outlines and realized it - it's all a scam. In geek speak, HDTV != happiness. I can't wait to go home and hug my warm CRT.

September 26, 2006

Pre midlife crisis nostalgia

Maybe from the title of this everybody thought it would be Jenn but it's me, Dave, interloping again. So in preparation for a mid-life crisis, which is still some time off but which will involve copious machine tools like my very own Bridgeport , I started to get a very serious case of nostalgia. I huddled over the google screen and madly started typing in names of long lost friends/acquaintances from high school and college. Somehow the internet revolution has passed over pretty much everybody I knew in school, which is a bizaare mystery to me. Or I was such a huge nerd I didn't really know as many people as I thought I did... Well let's try not to think about that. Sure, I could probably go to one of those pay sites to look up class-mates, but that lacks the adrenaline rush of actually pulling off a successful google search.

I didn't strike out entirely. There's Catherine Marie Charlton , who is a cool and talented musician who I went to high school with and stayed in touch with and that's been great, and one or two others who may want to stay anonymous so I'll grant them that. But here's the thing - get with it people. There are these things called web pages that you can create online! Just imagine. Seriously get in touch. Oh, how to find me? Try google.

September 05, 2006

Switching drivers

I'm hijacking the blog for a bit. Jenn's had her time in the limelight and now that I'm on leave for the semester, maybe I can opine for a bit and keep up the family honor. Let's see...

...went back to Bucknell for a few days to tie up loose ends. That was cool. Stopped in at the Blanchard annual reunion in Springfield and that was a lot of fun too. Now we're sipping coffee in new england and remain incredibly addicted to the world's hardest game of solitaire. Jenn noticed that Bucknell's women's crew will be rowing in the Head of the Charles this fall and we are already making plans to be there to hoot and holler for the Bison. For example, Henry has a nice bright orange shirt that should really make us look like over-obsessed parents.

So I'm actually a little depressed about Steve Irwin's death. He represented science and nature terrifically to anybody who can stand a few "crikey's" and was an effective role model in the natural sciences. I'm guessing he was (and still is) to the current generation what Mr. Wizard was to mine. Yes, I'm a massive nerd.

June 18, 2006

Happy Father's Day!

Today is all about Dave. This means he gets to do whatever he wants. Do you know what he's doing right now? He's at work. This comes as a surprise to, well, probably not anyone who knows him. This is not to say he hasn't had a great 1st Father's Day up til now. This morning Henry and I surprised him with breakfast in bed consisting of: orange juice, coffee, scrambled eggs (with mushrooms, cheese, ham, and turkey), and Coco Puffs. He got two cards, one from Henry and one from Flash. Then, because he has to act like a total dad on Father's Day, he proceeded to mow the lawn. For lunch we went out to Skeeters Pit BBQ and sat on their deck which overlooks the mighty Susquehanna. The food was amazing. Henry was great. He was totally enthralled by his Brown Bear, Brown Bear book and was obliviously devastating the ladies with his good looks. We were content to hang out on the deck for a while until a woman at a neighboring table starting asking someone on the other end of her cell phone if her doctor had inserted drainage tubes or not, etc., etc. Nothing kills a meal like that, let me tell you. Dave was glad it happened after we'd finished eating. We came home and piled into Henry's bedroom (the only room with A/C) and hung out until he got his crank on, then Dave gave him a bottle and put him down for a nap. Now Dave's at work and I'm here with the dog sweating out the 90+ degree weather. I foresee ice cream in our future.

June 12, 2005

Reason why

Reason why the spackling job in living room (two years in progress) won't get finished before Henry's born despite Dave's best intentions: click for answer.

October 03, 2004

Dave's birthday cake

Here's a picture of Dave's birthday cake for the benefit of
those family members who have been actively harassing me for one:



Her grass skirt is green frosting with green shredded coconut on top, her
"coconuts" are Little Debbie Pecan Swirls, her grass skirt belt is made up
of little flower birthday candle holders, and the rest is pure hula girl moxie.
I'll post more pictures from Dave's birthday later this week.

December 14, 2003

More Galaga

Alas, Dave did not get Galaga. Apparently 350+ people showed up, including
several dealers, one of whom showed up with a flatbed truck. Sigh. Oh, and
there were frat boys there too. Dave said the people who were running the
auction were surprised at the number of people who were there. Good for them,
but bad for us. Good for our electric bill though. I'm just making lemonade
here. It's snowing out right now. I think I saw on the weather channel that
we're supposed to get 12". Not too shabby.

December 13, 2003

Galaga

Dave is in State College right now at an arcade auction. He's hoping to buy
Galaga. For those of you who know Dave, you know this would be a dream come
true. Literally. He even rented a van. His confidence comes from the fact
that there are two Galaga games being auctioned. Also, there's a possibility
that maybe not too many people will show up. Although, if I were a Penn State
frat boy or something, I would think that various arcade games would make
fine additions to the study room. So, in a few short hours, there's the possiblity
we'll be rearranging furniture to make room for the new addition to the family.
Meanwhile, I'm starving. In other news, the dog apparently has fleas which
is a tragedy because she's a cute sweet little girl dog and girl dogs don't
get fleas, they get fairies who sprinkle glitter around them 24 hours a day.
Anyway, fortunately, this discovery was made the day after we made a vet appointment
for this Monday so with luck, she'll get put on Frontline or some other medication
that's loathsome to bugs that hop instead of fly (which is just wrong) and
that'll be the end of that. Sigh.

June 03, 2003

NMR Rules!

Dave here, just trying to put a little geeky science over here in Jenn-land.
Maybe I should do something like put a link to a cool periodic
table
here, or maybe I could add that fortunately I'm not the only one
mildly obsessed with the number
37
. OK, ok, I'll behave. Wow - so this is a blog. Is Jenn cool or what???
Oh yeah, I married well. I'll try not to ramble (Jenn's a better writer than
I am anyway) so I think I'm off to get some sugar to get me through the rest
of the day.