Monday, December 2, 2013

Embroiled In Battle

Laura, my lovely lady, is embroiled in a quilter's battle to the death* known as Iron Quilter 2!

This post is to ask my readers to please take a moment, go to this link and click to give it a plus one, please! She worked so hard on this beautiful quilt that I'd love to see it do well in the competition.

Thank you for your help!
(Baby not included.)



*No death actually involved

Thursday, November 21, 2013

I Am Everything I Have Ever Really Worked Towards Being

If you want to be something, do something.

Want to be an athlete? Practice, exercise, push yourself physically and work hard.
Want to be the best dog trainer ever? Read books on training, volunteer at shelters, work with dogs, take classes.
Want to grow slothful and large in the midsection? Sit in a chair all day typing on your computer, eat way too much food, don't ever clean up your house.

You become good at what you practice, whether you practice it purposely or not.

Following that line of logic I now have four daily goals that I want to accomplish every day so that I can become who I want to be, who I am deep-down, but who I just haven't yet practiced at being quite enough yet:


  • Write for 1 hour per day or 500 words whichever comes second.
    • I will use a tracking program to keep time. I just need to remember to turn it on and off.
  • Sweat every day.
    • In the beginning, small steps are needed. No time frame, no amounts. Just sweat; show effort.
  • Fill at least one canvas with art.
    • Yesterday and today those canvases were windows, using Crayola Window Crayons. Tomorrow maybe the canvas will be a piece of paper.
  • Clean one room, top to bottom.
    • This one will be the most difficult, I believe, because I will be fighting against 33 years of life in which I have grown used to not worrying about cleaning as a daily exercise but rather only when it "needs to get done."
In the meantime I'll continue to become more proficient in other ways, of course. I'll practice dadding every minute of every day, for example. I'll probably continue trying to pick up any number of other skills, or accidentally learn how to be the best chair-rester ever. But these four things are my focus.

Write, Sweat, Create, Clean.

Monday, November 11, 2013

My Kitchen Theory

Sometimes life gets away from you a little bit. Things get messier than you meant them to and when you look at the tangled mess of things all jumbled together you just feel like throwing your hands in the air, giving up, and walking away. You just don't want to deal with it anymore.

There are things you can't control, of course, but for the things you can control sometimes you just focus on the whole picture when you should really just look at a little bit at a time. Sure, things are a mess but if you pick it apart little by little maybe it'll all seem a bit easier.

Sure, it doesn't seem like much when you just do the quick-and-easy, right-in-front-of-your face jobs; throwing out the trash or putting things in their place, but it doesn't have to look like much: It's progress!

It's all about the little steps, one-by-one, a bit at a time. You do the quick things first and then look at what you have leftover after that.


Then what do you do?

You take a long, hard look at the mess and you organize it. Put everything in order and look at what has to get done. Maybe you write everything out or maybe you just sort it in your mind; just put it all in one place and go through it step-by-step to see what needs to be done next.

Putting it all together like that and sorting it into piles based on what needs to get done will make it look more controllable, easier to do.
And then you start the work. I like to start on the easier bits to ease myself into it. I take it slow and if it's not urgent I'll even take plenty of breaks if I feel like I need them. There's nothing wrong with resting when you need to, or even just want to, as long as you know that you have to get back to sorting and cleaning!

I don't do all the easiest things first, just a few, and I'll explain why in a bit but it's very important to make sure you leave a few easy steps for later.

After most of the easy things are done I start working on the harder bits, the things that take some elbow grease, some time, and some special care. This is where I scrub the pots and pans, really put my nose to the grindstone and power through the trouble spots.

Sure, I'll still take a rest if I need to but I find that it's at this point where I do my best by just powering through, otherwise the thought of going back to the daunting bits can be too much and I'll lose myself in Facebook or something else just as inane. I do the hard work instead and just keep going.
Those last little bits and pieces of the easy work that I left for last? Those are the last big things I do so that at the end I feel like the job wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Sure, I put in a lot of work but if the beginning and end of the project are relatively easy then next time I'm more likely to remember that than I am to remember the middle part where I had to scrub everything down, scour through the grime, and really power through.

It sounds silly, sure, but it's one of those mental tricks I use to make sure that the next time I do this I won't keep procrastinating.

After all that it's just doing the detail work that's leftover, making sure that you don't let it get to that point again, and working a little bit on the job every day (if that's the kind of job it is).

Life is like a really messy kitchen, sometimes: It looks overwhelming and feels crowded but if you go step-by-step and work a little bit at a time, you can make it sparkling clean and easier to manage.

And hey, if you can't do it on your own? Ask a friend to come help; they might not be great at cleaning your kitchen either but maybe they can help you organize the project a little bit better.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

My 10,000 Hours

http://www.easydrawingtutorials.com/
Recently I decided that while I love being a stay-at-home-dad (and I really, really do) there needs to be a bit more to my life than just taking care of the little girl It just makes sense that I should use her nap times to clean the house have some fun and learn new things.

I've always wanted to learn how to draw and recently I asked my friends on Facebook how I should go about doing that.

Turns out the only way to learn how to draw is to just sit down and draw. Strange.

So, I sat down with a sketch pad, a mechanical pencil, and the internet. I Googled "Easy drawing tutorials" and strangely found http://www.easydrawingtutorials.com.

The tutorials were simple, short, and fun. It looks like it's just full of a bunch of kid's stuff but since I'm a big kid this was perfect.

I'm strangely satisfied with how this all came out. I learned a few things (like when you're drawing the framework you really barely need any pencil pressure at all) and laughed at myself a lot.

Drawing is my new project when I have time during the day. It's something I know I can have fun with and hopefully pick up fairly easily (the basics, anyway). If I use her nap times to draw (assuming the house is clean) I should be able to put in at least an hour or two per day on it.

If it takes 10,000 hours to master something and I take 2 hours per day to work on it that means it'll only take me about 14 years. I better get on that!

Also, I have no idea why Mario looks so angry but I'm really happy with my Luigi and Sonic. Harley Quinn? Well, let's just assume I was distracted by the Joker or something.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

A New Direction

I've decided that my life is rockingly awesome and that instead of only using this when I go somewhere special, this blog title adequately describes my and my family's life. As such, I am turning this into my daily blog, for when what I have to say doesn't fit anywhere else. I'm sure there will be some cross-over between here and other places since those other blogs are part of my life but there's been plenty I want to say and I've had almost nowhere to say it.

Now I have somewhere!

I'm not going to shill out this blog; I'm going to let people come upon it on their own if they want to. I'm writing for me, not for other people, and I think that that's probably for the best. That way I can share all sorts of things and not feel like I have to spin it for anyone's enjoyment; I can write it exactly how I want to write it, say what I want to say, and damn the torpedoes. Erm. Consequences.

See? Like that. That was hilarious to me. If it wasn't to you then I don't care because I don't believe you're reading this.

The great Trash Heap has spoken. Nyah!

Here's a cat. Because I can.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Sweet Springs, WV

The walkway to what was Old Sweet Springs resort and spa.

The old bath house.
 Laura and I drove down with the little one to a little place called Sweet Springs, WV. We stopped along the way to see a little restaurant called the Swinging Bridge Restaurant on the way but didn't eat there; I just had to see the bridge inside the restaurant. Check out their website for a good look!

The real reason we went out there was to look at a place known as Old Sweet Springs resort and spa. It's been long-since defunct but the building was used as an old-folks home for many years and now lays completely empty.

Except for the ghosts.*

It's an amazingly gorgeous area. The lawns are still groomed, and one of the houses (that I did not take pictures of) is still lived in, probably by the caretaker. There was talk in 2010 of restoring this place to its former glory but judging by the dusty scaffolding, broken windows, and a few beer cans seen through windows I have a feeling that has fallen through.

Old Sweet Springs resort and spa (and sanitarium, and tuberculosis ward).

One of the old stairways outside.
 Truly, though, the scope of this old resort is amazing. The brick is still holding together fairly well on the facade, though they show some major bowing out at the bottom in the under-tunnels.

The whole area is beautiful and I'd like to go back some time with a picnic lunch, though the "No Trespassing" signs may suggest that I have the lunch somewhere nearby, rather than on the front porch.



One of the houses that used to be rented out at the resort.

The ivy was beautiful.
Locally known as "The Jefferson Building."
*I cannot confirm nor deny the presence of ghosts. All I know is that I kept expecting to see faces peering from the windows in my pictures but have not spotted one yet.