Believe people tell the truth

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Good lord, what was I thinking?

"Believe people tell the truth." Intellectually, I can believe this. Truly I can. No really.

Really.

But it's so hard.

Today was Kevin's first day, not yesterday as planned. I walked him around the house, showed him everything, and asked him if he wanted to work outside or inside today.

He said outside so I showed him the front yard, and all the tasks just waiting and ready for him. The first being move this pile of dirt onto that yard.

I had no gloves that would fit his hands (ours having been left at Mark's during the potential Kitt Launch), so we went to OSH to get him some gloves (and if we happened to buy more plants, eh, goodie!).

As we were leaving, we (meaning Kevin) was approached by a man in a dark suit and a sob story: his car ran out of gas (right over there!), and it's in the bike lane. He works at the Safeway at Shoreline and El Camino, and, although he had enough money for gas, they were going to charge him $8.95 for a gas can. It would be either $125 if they tow his car, or $8.95 now, could we help? "Here, look, see, this is my ID, so I'm not lying to you or anything." Did we have $9 to spare?

My thought, "Yeah, right." Kevin's reply, "I'll buy you a gas can."

What? Um, okay. So Kevin and I wandered back in the OSH and bought a gas can. Much to my surprise, the guy was still waiting after we returned. He thanked us, took the can and started walking (slowly) away.

We drove off.

Wow, these Smith brothers are all really, really nice guys. Generous, kind, honest. Wow.

But the whole thing just struck me as odd. I played with is for a while in my mind. For example, there is no Safeway at El Camino and Shoreline (it's at Middlefield). Cars don't get towed for being in the bike lane, for the most part, and it'll be more than $125 to get the car back if it is towed.

At lunch, I mentioned it to Kevin: "You know, that guy wasn't driving a car. The ID he showed you was an identification card, it wasn't a driver's license."

He replied, "Really? Well, I didn't give him the receipt, so he can't return the can for money."

And smart. Those Smith brothers are smart, too.

The Hodsden House of Smith Employment

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Today is the first day of Kevin Smith's "internship" at the Hodsden House of Smith Employment. Much to my surprise, I'm actually nervous about it. This won't be the first time I've hired one of the Smith brothers. And it's not that I don't really enjoy the company of the Smith family (still unclear if Mrs. Smith will ever talk to me after last year's bitter zucchini incident), because I do a lot.

It's just that I've had all of three conversations with Kevin.

Ever.

And none was over 4 sentences long.

And the longest email conversation I've ever had with Weak Sauce, er, Dollar, er, Kevin was my summer job offer, followed by an acceptance of the offer. As in, not much of one.

So, he's the quiet type. And I have no idea what he's thinking. And I'm all nervous about it.

Bah.

Instant Karma

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Mom recently sent me a care package. She must have sensed I was feeling blue, and sent the cheer-me-up box.

In it was small fat book, Instant Karma, by Barbara Ann Kipfer. It lists "8879 ways to give yourself and others good fortune right now." On this book was a note:

    "Every week I pick a different saying and focus on it for the whole week. It works! XXOOXX M"
Did I mention how great my mom is?

Well, she's the best.

So, now I have my instant karma going.

I figured I'd start on page 318. This week, I'm going to "believe people tell the truth."

This will be difficult if I watch any CNN or read any political literature. I wonder if I can stick to just the Economist this week...

Whoa.

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Kris drove the two of us up to the City today to participate in the second annual San Francisco Digital Photo Rally, organized by Shawn Yapa. Basically, it's a photo-based scavenger hunt for 50 items on a list provided by Shawn at 1. At 4:30, everyone returns and we all review the photos, assigning points for each photo - highest number of points wins.

We drove my car up to the City. At one point, Kris was in a driving jam and had to decide between braking really hard or accelerating away from the problem.

He chose to accelerate.

After a short moment, he smiled.

"Whoa. Acceleration. I never thought I'd feel it again!"

Peace, my ass.

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While watching an old episode of Law and Order: SVU (an episode I hadn't seen before, of which there are very few), a character commented, "The historical figures I respect most aren't the ones who started wars, but those who brought about peace."

After hearing this statement, Kris hit pause on the TiVo and turned to me. "You know how many people know Winston Churchill. How many people do you think know who the prime minister was after him?"

Blink.

Crickets.

Bella howling in the distance outside.

"Um, I don't."

"Exactly. Peace, my ass."

Sam training with Ally and Cole

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Tonight I started my child watch training with Cole and Ally. Bharat and Jen were kind enough to let me sit the two of them in order to prepare for Sam's visit. I've come to the conclusion that sitting for those two didn't help me much: they were great, not nearly demonic enough to help me out.

Jen made us grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner. Mmmmmm! Tas-tee! We had carrots and cauliflower, too. Much to my surprise, Cole ate his whole half of a sandwich without prompting. Ally did a good job, too.

Near the end of the dinner, Cole started making cheese balls, rolling them in his hands and handing them to Ally. Ally would lift her hand high, bring it down, smash the cheese balls and cry out, "I squished the cheese ball!" This continued for at least 10 cheese balls, after which the remaining balls bounced off the high-chair and into Moxie's waiting mouth.

That dog can round up cheese balls faster than any other collie I know.

I finished my sandwich first, and started cleaning up. Ally finished second and wanted down. She started prancing around with her sippy-cup. When she finished, she threw the cup. All done, right? Well, the cup smacked Cole right upside the head.

Great.

I told Ally she couldn't throw anything unless the person you are throwing at is looking at you. She looked at me all bright eyed, "I can throw?"

Huh?

Oh.

Whoops.

She ran over to her toys and picked up a ball and threw it. Right at Cole. Great. I stopped her and asked if Cole was looking at her when she threw the ball. When she said no, I told her again that whoever she's throwing at needs to be looking at her. She said okay, and then started throwing with me. Better, but I later learned there's no throwing in the house.

Cole and I started throwing, too. Cole would throw a ball at me and I was supposed to throw another ball at the same time, with each of us catching the ball thrown at us. I misunderstood the game, and kept timing my ball throws to smack his ball throws. They kept both flying backwards over Cole.

Cole was very patient with me, though. He kept throwing with me until I clued in, and started throwing the ball to him as he threw his ball to me. My throws starting getting fairly accurate.

Accurate to smack Cole in the face when he missed.

Every time.

Ally, meanwhile, was becoming bored with the whole ball throwing, and started walking around with objects in her mouth. Having flashbacks to my knocking out my two front teeth when I was four, I removed the objects from her mouth and asked her to keep things out of it. She didn't listen, and kept putting more interesting and varied objects in her mouth. The last two being one of Cole's shoes and my left foot.

Eventually, Ally picked up a book and we started reading. We did the barn yard dance, learned about race car driving, and thought about reading about the birds of north america, but decided against it.

Much to my surprise, after about five books, bedtime happened. When I said it was time for bed, Cole stood up and said, "Then we have to brush our teeth." They both calmly walked into the bathroom, Ally standing on the toliet and Cole on his step, reaching up for their toothbrushes.

Who trained these kids? What twilight zone am I in? Where's the punked/candid camera?

When we were done with the teeth, which involved sucking on the toothbrush more than actually brushing of the teeth, they walked into their bedroom. I asked Cole where Ally's diapers where, and he led me out to the family room. He climbed up a step and onto a dresser where he walked across it, doing a little jig. Eventually, I figured out he was pointing out the diapers were on the dresser, and pulled Cole off. I went back into the bedroom expecting to find Ally.

No girl.

Huh? Did I just lose that little girl?

I wandered back to the bathroom.

No girl.

Back into the family room.

No girl.

Ally?

No sign of her.

I rushed back to the bathroom.

Nope.

The office?

No.

The hall?

No.

The living room?

No.

Panic has started to set in. I left her alone for thirty seconds in a closed house and I lost the child? How the hell do you lose a kid in an all-doors-shut-and-locked house?

And then I heard Ally giggling in the kitchen. When I rounded the corner, she was naked except for one sock, her jammies strewn across the kitchen floor, diaper on the other side of the room. She stood up and started running away from me. Eeek! Naked baby! Flee!

The taste of freedom did something, because she declared she had to pee, and hightailed it to the bathroom. When I plunked her down on the toliet seat, I didn't plunk quite right, because she started peeing a stream that went into the tub 2 feet away from her.

Damn, girl, keep that talent, will you?

Eventually, I managed to get her clothed again, and both of them into their respective beds. With the noisemaker on (what is up with people and their noisemakers? Kris can't sleep without one and it drives me nuts. I remember Jenny having the same habit, of having a noise maker on to help her sleep. Argh.), Cole with his stuffed animals in bed and Ally in her crib, I snuck out of the bedroom.

Or at least tried.

Ally wanted to hold hands with Cole. "Hands! Hands!" Which meant, standing in her crib, reaching up to Cole, who was reaching down to touch hands with Ally. It was cute, and quite endearing, but I was told to remain firm and leave the room.

So I did.

Only to hear, "Kit-ten! Kit-ten! Kitt! Ten! Kitten!" a few moments later.

Heh. Adorable in a way only a 2 year old can be.

After about 10 minutes, Cole was asleep. Ally, however, I could not get to go down. She kept calling me, and babbling incoherently. When I left, she would scream.

The cycle would be, "Be firm. Be firm." Leave. Scream! Return.

After a half hour of this, I figured out I had forgotten to give Ally her pacifier. All she wanted was her pacifier to go to sleep.

One pacifier and two books later, Ally was asleep. Yay!

All in all, a good evening with two remarkably well behaved children that did nothing for my Sam training. Maybe if I poked and prodded the kids they'd turn into monsters for me to practice with.

Maybe with a lot of prodding.

Admittedly, the best moment of the evening was the discovery of Bharat's secret for accomplishing many, many things. And I'm about to tell the whole world. I wonder if I should ask Bharat if it's okay to tell everyone about his Time Turner first...

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