Saturday, February 28, 2009

Christening Shots

Stole some shots from the Christening from Amy's Facebook page (sadly, I did not capture the full joy of The Erranding. Apologies.) Enjoy.
As I'd said, the boy thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
Sorry, forgot to re-orient this one:
As you can see below, he really did everything he could to avoid the whole process:
And there you have it. Thank you, Megan for the beautiful photography!

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

The Carew Climb

Being the good little pinko that I am, I spent this last Sunday doing volunteer work. For the American Lung Association, aka Der Leibstandarte. This particular form of "volunteerism" was the Carew Stumble Climb, named for the Carew Tower, the tallest building in Cincinnati.

The object of this death march fundraiser is to climb 45 stories of stairs or 804 steps. All at once. In the same, er, standing, or whatever. Yeah. I KNOW. Dumb, right? Exceedingly so when you consider the fact that there are like, six perfectly functioning elevators in the building that can take a person directly to the 45th floor in less than two minutes.
Well, it was really much harder than I thought. They told me we did it in approximately 12 minutes, which I figured was pretty good, considering my age, relatively poor physical condition and general sloth-like nature. Then again, there are nutters that can do this thing in four minutes, or cow suits, or full fireman's gear. I don't know what kind of shape a specimen has to be in to do that in four minutes, but I do know that I'll likely never be loony enough to find out for myself.
To double the pleasure, I roped Mollie into this little scheme of mine. Hey - it's all for a good cause, right? So, on with the pix:
Colin enjoys a cookie before Mollie and I arrive on the 45th floor.
Mollie and I, right after finishing, on the 45th floor.
Colin with the "everybody gets a medal" medal I was awarded for my yeoman's effort.
And to make my achievement seem all the more insignificant, here's the nutter who did the climb in the cow suit. So my plan for next year will be to do the climb with an anvil strapped to my neck. While wearing a cow suit, natch. Again, it's all for charity.
Bonus Olive picture, by request.
You're welcome, Alex.

Saturday, February 14, 2009


Following up on the last post, I've got proof of our boredom and pix of the first blizzard we had a few weeks ago. Joy.
Doesn't he just look BORED?
I've reduced myself to trying to get smiles out of the kid so as to have something to post on the blog. I'm trying to turn my kid into a trained monkey for the sake of his own blog.
At least he's sort of in on the joke.
After so much flash, he just reflexively shuts the peepers. Can't say as I blame him.
So, yeah - we got hit with our annual blizzard on the 27th / 28th of January. The first one was 8 to 12 inches. The second one (BONUS!), last week as about the same. Typical Southern Ohio blizzards - we get our butts kicked for a day or two and then the sun is out and all the snow's gone within three days. Truly odd. I guess this proves that Global Warming is fake. Or something. TAKE THAT, AL GORE!!
These were taken at the height of the blizzard.
So there you have it. No more football going on, my beloved Hurricanes are in the early parts of their annual plummet out of playoff contention, pitchers and catchers are just reporting to spring training. NOTHING GOING ON. On the plus side, the Buckeyes had another top 5 rated recruiting class. So they should only lose to USC by 10 in '09, and take some SEC / Big 12 team to overtime in the annual bowl loss.


You know, not much has been going on lately. We've had two blizzards (pix coming), Mary's had the flu, and we had sushi last weekend. Other than that, we've done next to nothing. I guess it's the winter doldrums.

Today we're going downtown to practice for the "Climb the Carew" that takes place next weekend. Climb the Carew is a fundraiser for the American Heart Association. You climb 47 flights of stairs in the tallest building in Cincinnati, the Carew Tower.

Like, all at the same time.

I reckon that's where I'll have my heart attack. At least it will be in the service of a charity. That's got to count for something, right? "Sure, the bastard died - but he did it FOR CHARITY!" Helluva way to go out.

Anyway, here's a bit of video to prove how boring things have been 'round here.