Wednesday, November 16, 2005

Welcome back

Hello everyone. Sorry it has been so long since I last posted some pictures here. Life has been pretty busy for the last few months. Dad has been staying at home taking care of me for a while now. As you can see by my red eyes I like a bit of devilish fun now and then.
Actually, a few weeks ago dad crashed his computer and lost hundreds of pictures of me. Pretty much every picture taken from March until mid October. Maybe from now on he will back those pictures up more often, either online or on a cd.
Anyway, since last you saw me here mom and dad finally got around to getting married. They have a couple of dozen rolls of film from disposable cameras developed, but only about 10 or 15 decent shoots. They got the professional pictures back and will invite people over sometime between Thanksgiving and Christmas to look at those. I'm in a few pictures showing off the great kilt mom made for me.
As soon as dad scans some of the pictures he will put them on this site, Right Dad!!! He says yes.
For thanksgiving I'm going to take my very first airplane flight to visit my aunts, uncles, and cousins in Va. There should be some great pictures from that as well. So look forward to some great pictures in the near future. And if you don't see them remember to get on dad's butt. Posted by Picasa

Traveling

I'm bored I need to find something to do. Hey look over there it's one of the cats. I think I'll try to pet him. Posted by Picasa

Darn Cats

This cat will do anything to get away from me. Posted by Picasa
Hey look at this a sock. Whatever should I do with it? Posted by Picasa

Yum

Hmmm, socks I love the taste of my own feet. Posted by Picasa

Bye

I hope you all enjoyed this round of pictures. I'll try to convince mom and dad to take more soon.

Love
Ian Posted by Picasa

A Child's View of the World

Looking for a job. Dad has been spending a lot of time hanging out on the computer, and not all of it has been a big waste of time.

He has been jobless for quite some time now. Originally, the plan was to leave work in May and spend the summer with me, then get a new teaching job at the beginning of the new school year.

The only problem is dad isn't so great at finding a job. He has great teaching credentials and stuff, but we think his lack of interviewing skills is really what is killing him.

Now of course the school year is almost half over and the teaching jobs are far and few between.

He is of course doing some part-time work here and there, substituting and stuff, but he really needs some full-time work. If only to get mom to stop complaining. Plus, another paycheck to help pay the bills would be helpful also.

I think dad should sit down and finish writing that book or two he has been talking about for ages. The only problem is he can't seem to put two coherent thoughts together.

Anyway, if you know of any high paying jobs, especially something in education, tell em dad is looking for them.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Dad’s cable nightmare.

The Chicago tribune asked for letters of customer service problems. I loved the idea of venting about my dad’s problems. Unfortunately, the comment section is closed.

Dad’s cable nightmare.

Long ago dad moved in with his sister in Ca. Soon after she divorced her first husband. As the cable was in his name she cancelled and started new a week later when we moved to a cheaper apartment. They gave the box to her ex but he never returned it. The cable company put her name on the bill and charged her for the box. After trying in vain to get someone from the cable company to pick up the box at his apartment dad finally went there himself, got the box and returned it. It was too late there was a charge for returning the box late.

A few months later she moved. As dad didn't have a TV she canceled her cable. A second after canceling she asked the operator not to cancel the high-speed internet because dad used it. Too late, it took two months to get it turned back on.

When dad moved out a year later the final bill included the late fee for the unreturned box. Dad ignored it as he had bad credit. A few years later while trying to clean up his credit report he called Comcast and asked them to remove the charge for the box as he never had cable TV in his name.

After some time they finally relented as they had no record of him subscribing to cable TV.

A few months later he got a call from my sister. She had the cable box on her credit report now. The operator told her dad had them put it on her report because it wasn't his. When she questioned how that could be possible they suggested she sue him for fraud. Thankfully she did, but she was penalized with a slightly higher mortgage rate.

Does this end, not on your life. Dad has rarely owned a TV, but he loves high-speed internet. The problem, everywhere he has lived had one choice and one choice only, Comcast. At his last condo they required a credit card to be billed. They refused to send a paper bill. He didn't renew the card when it expired and forgot completely that Comcast was billing it. They never sent him a bill in paper, just to an email address he never used. So when they sent cut off notices he never got any. Everything was sent to an unused email address. If he had a choice he would have asked for a paper or at least an email sent to an address he used.

Dad was blissfully unaware that the cable would be shut off until it happened.

Dad immediately called and was informed of the problem. He gave them a good credit card number and paid in full right away. He was told his Internet would be restored in a day. They told him the same thing over and over again, day after day, week after week. Finally dad gave up and ordered new service. It was up and running the next day at a cheaper price.

I bet you thought it would be over? Ha, not yet. At the new house dad was sending the money automatically through bill pay from his bank. The problem was he missed a number. So what did Comcast do? That’s right they shut off the service. Dad called but got no help from the customer service people on the phone. He took me to Panera Bread to use the free Internet wi-fi there. After maybe ten or twenty minutes of typing they figured out he had the wrong account number.

The high-speed Internet connection was restored that evening, but dad had to call customer service again to reset the computer to accept the connection. Naturally, after getting the computer online again dad asked why they accepted the wire payment for an account that didn’t exist. Comcast said they would look into the matter. That was the last he heard of it.

If someone, anyone gets a high-speed Internet service around our new house, I don't care if they are twice as expensive dad is changing service. Remember though that if you are stuck with Comcast as your high-speed Internet service you don’t have to be over charged. Most of use started service with some promotion, but even if you didn’t you can try this. When Comcast starts charging you their full price threaten to leave, they should offer to continue the introductory price for 6 months or more. Keep doing this every six months because obviously $50 a month is more than what they need to bring in to make a profit. I’ve been told this by two different people.

Friday, July 22, 2005


Here I am wooing the girls at mom's company picnic.

Here I am practicing my new skill, reaching out and grabbing stuff.

What do you call your dad's step-nephew's son?

Not even 5 months old and already I'm a lady killer.

Concentrating hard.

Grandpa Bimps and Great Grandman Lucille in the mirror.

Grandpa Murphy.

Aunt Kay made it out to visit me, she only got lost twice and then tried to get stuck in a ditch on the way out. of course she wasn't the driver so she can't be blamed.

I usually hate hats.

I was going to go for a ride with Aunt Fred and Uncle Ethel, but I didn't have a jacket.

My grandma was already starting to teach me piano.

Don't I just have the cutest smile?

My Aunt Was't the only person I was buttering up.

this was Easter when I was busy buttering up my Aunt Pat.

Cream of the crop

You know how it is one day everyone loves you and you can do no wrong, next thing you know your second rate. I mean here I was the apple of everyone's eye then suddenly this Elliot kid comes along and steals my spotlight. Click the link above to see his web site. I mean it wouldn't be so bad if my favorite California aunt wasn't complaining and all. I'm still cute aren't I? just yesterday some lady in the grocery store told me I looked just like Baby Bob in the Quizno's commercials.
Anyway, to keep Aunt Kay happy, and show off my beautiful mug. Here are some new pictures.

Monday, May 9, 2005


Getting ready for the baptism. I'm glad this isn't one of those churches that dunks you completely.

This is Joni, the godmother.

Are we ready yet?

This is Sean the Godfather.

I'm geting wet here. A towel please.

Getting shown off to the entire congregation.

Pictures after the batism.

At home finally showing off.

Getting Lazy

Well its been a while. I guess I've been too busy trying to learn how to talk to sit down and write. I say a ga a lot, but what I"m most proud of is my ability to say ma ma. I'm not sure if I do it on purpose, but everytime I'm crying really hard and I can't find any relief then it just pops out. Mom and dad are pretty excited, but I don't care too much.

I'm looking forward to learning how to sign. Grandma Barb gave me a DVD that is suppose to teach me some basic signs that I can use until I learn how to control my voice box. We'll see, but first I have to learn how to use my hands a bit better.

Mother's Day was fun. I took center stage in the morning by getting baptised at Joyfull Harvest Luthern Church. I looked splendid in my white silk tux outfit. Mom was mad cuz I lost a sock a few weeks ago and they couldn't find any socks with a cross on them. Finally, the found a pair online. It cost more to ship the socks then it did to buy them. LOL.

I have some pictures on the camera and I'll put them up. Actually cuz the last post is the first you see, I guess you already looked at them.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

PostSecret

PostSecret



Now this is the most amazing, scary, beautiful thing I have even seen. I know in this short life there isn't much I have seen or experienced, but this is definately something I will never forget.



In 12 step programs they say you are only as sick as your secrets, so in that sense this is a great site, all those people releasing their secrets and starting to get better. On the other hand we certainly do have some thought provoking screts. I wonder what secrets my mom and dad will keep?

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Springtime

Oh, what a beautiful day. This of course is my first Spring and I'm loving it. Of course the only other season I've known has been Winter. I have a feeling I am really going to love Spring.
What is it about theis season? Is it the feeling of growth? The feeling of rebirth? The fertility rites? The blooming plants all around? Perhaps, it it just that everyone has been couped up indoors for so long, and covered from head to toe in layer upon layer of clothing. Suddenly everyone just can't wait to strip everything off and run around naked.
Personally, I can't wait to jump in the pool naked, but dad says he's going to make me war a diaper anyway. Soemthing about not wanting a 24 foot wide bucket of formula.

Monday, March 21, 2005

I'll wipe my own butt thank you

What is wrong with people? I'm a baby so I should have someone feed me, bathe me, and wipe my butt. You can be sure though that when I finally figure out how to do those things I'm not going to let anyone do it for me. I'm especially not letting anyone wipe my butt.
That reminds me of a book Tuesdays With Morrie. The author writes about his meetings with and old and loved professor who is dying of ALS. The man shws us how to die with dignity, but the one thing I remember most was that he was afraid of the time that would come when someone would have to wipe his butt. The ultimate indignity as he called it. He eventually got over it, but it took some doing.
I have no problem with doing everything possible to keep someone alive, but you have to take into account quality of life. In the book Morrie's death, though sad, was hopeful because even up to the end he loved life and you knew that because he told you. He could communicate his desire to live. At the very end you knew he was ready to die. Kind of like my dad's dog Murph. The day before he died they were playing and having fun. He could tell he was enjoying life, even though he was pretty crippled and only a shadow of his former self because he swore he saw him smiling. The day he put him down though he knew it was time. He broke his back on the stairs. He could tell he was in pain. He looked into his eyes and all he could see was him pleading with for the end.
Terri Schiavo can't ask for the end, but I think 15 years and the best doctors is all one could ask. What if she is in there awake and conscious, but can't communicate? That would be horrible.
As far as congress and the president getting involved. Very simple they shouldn't be.
When the Judicial Branch rules that is the end. Congress is not allowed to go back and create a new law because they don't like how the judges interpret this one.
Politics used to be so simple. Democrats wanted government to control everyone and everything and Republicans wanted to stay out of your life. The reality is differn't though isn't it.

Saturday, March 12, 2005


Grandpa Steve. Bimps if your special like me. Posted by Hello

New Pictures

Are you tired of my politics? Finally dad got around to getting some pictures out. I've been out and about visiting my public since last you all saw me. I went to Grandma Barb's to visit with my cousins Readon and Colier, as well as Uncle Ray and Great Aunt Bev. Grandma and Aunt Bev were trading me back and forth all night. I went with mom to visit Dr. Gallee. As Doctors go I think he's all right. Then again I only know two. Saturday March 5th I went out to my first play. Grandma Barb was playing the piano and Grandpa Ray was continuing his acting career in a play called Pippen. It was about a boy who was growing up and he just wasn't satisfied with anything because he always thought there was something better and more important he was meant to do. Grandpa Steve came to baby sit. I'm kind of liking the beard thing. It keeps my head warm. He brought along my cousins Chelsi and Krista.
All in all this first month has been pretty good. Though I think dad is getting tired of waking up two or three times a night to feed me.

Finally a picture of me with Dr. Gallee. Posted by Hello

This is my second bath. It get chilly pretty quick. Posted by Hello

Dad feeding me. Looks like he finally got some sleep. Posted by Hello

This is Uncle Ray. Posted by Hello

I went to see Grandpa Ray and Grandma Barb in the play Pippen. Posted by Hello

Great Aunt Bev. She's super nice and good with the bottle. Posted by Hello

Big Bob came to visit.  Posted by Hello