Whither bathrobes, Papa?

Colter and I having a discussion after his bath this evening:

Me: We need to get you a robe that ties around your waist.
C: You mean like Mama's?
Me: Yes, this one's too old now.
C: How come you don't have a bathrobe?
Me: Because I get out of the bath and zip-zip-zip, I'm dry. Momma lounges in hers and takes her time putting on her makeup, drying her hair, and getting ready for work.
C: Mommies take a long time to get ready after a bath. Daddies take like two minutes. Zip!

When Are We Gonna Move?

From earlier today:

Colter: When are we gonna move?
ME: When you get a job and can help me pay the rent on a bigger place
Colter: I don't exactly know how to spell.

At least he's realistic.

Breakfast on the Deck

Colter and I enjoying a beautiful Saturday morning on the deck. Filling him up with a big breakfast before his birthday party this afternoon.

Open Letter To MySpace

Dear MySpace,
I think it's time we went our separate ways. We never spend any together any more, before you ask, yes, I've met someone else. Her name is Twitter. We met back in February, and we've gotten along really well, and although, the last few weeks have been a little rough (she can sometimes be a little unstable), we are sticking together and we'll get through the rough patches together. Well, me an my more than 200 friends will.
Oh sure, you were fun in the beginning, when Tobi first introduced me to you. I met one of my best new friends through you and re-connected with one of my best friends from our radio days in North Dakota. But all in all, you just don't do it for me, anymore. Posting LOLCats in comments and putting "Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye" as my status was fun. But there's no sense of community with you.
I now have over 200 friends that I talk to, well, every day. If I have a question, someone will pop up with an answer within a few minutes. Whether it's a recommendation on wine, a movie, a DVD or help with the computer. Don't believe it's not true love? Look at my TweetStats. I've posted 3,470 times on Twitter. How many blog entries have you gotten from me? Oh, and I'm mean not counting the entries where I copied my tweets.
Yes, she may have her problems, she's been a wee bit unstable the last couple of weeks (a little off the Rails, if you will). But I never felt the connection I have with her, when I was with you.
From Boston to Detroit, Ontario to California, from Texas to Heaven (yes, Heaven), all my friends are here, and that's where I'm going to stay.
Goodbye, MySpace.

Modesty 101

Colter and I in the car a couple of days ago. Colter asks me for something:
Me: How could I say no to you when you asked me so nicely?
Colter: I don't know who could say no to me.

Payola or Plugola?

In radio, if a record label gives you money to play a record, and you don't tell the public, it's payola and very much illegal. If I'm on a remote and someone brings me free food, like I got yesterday from WokKee Mountain Kitchens in Big Sky, it's called plugola. I say, "hey, (blank) brought me some food, and this is great stuff! Go visit them, you'll enjoy it!" (luckily, this happens quite a bit on remotes)
A couple of weeks ago, on Twitter, I discovered that a peanut butter company out of St. Paul, MN was also tweeting. I had heard of the stores in St. Paul, but had never checked out the website. After looking at the site, I decided that the price after delivery, was just too much for a jar of peanut butter. PB Loco saw my tweet, and sent this message to me.
I did. They did. Then I sent the following message out on Twitter. This is another great example of plugola. This peanut butter is wonderful! As soon as my free jar is gone, I'm going to order a couple more, this will lower the cost per jar, and I still have many more I'd love to try.
Thanks again, PB Loco for the free jar, it worked! I will be ordering more.

Calving

I realized this morning as I was staring at the amazing amount of gray showing up in my goatee that I didn't seem to be losing much weight with all the bike riding I've been doing instead of driving around town. Then I realized it's probably because my caloric intake hasn't gone down. I get hungry from the bike ride home from work and begin to eat like a pig. On the up side, I'm gonna have some pretty damn good lookin' legs by the end of the summer!

Spinning My Wheels

I've been riding my bike to work in the afternoons as much as I can. If I have Colter in the morning, I'll go home for lunch and ride it back to work. Then, I'll pick up Colter on the bike if it's my turn. At first it was too damn cold to ride in the mornings, now it's getting to be too damn hot to ride during lunch.
From my home to the radio stations, it's a 380' climb for four miles (five miles, total to the stations). From the stations to Colter's daycare, it's almost 500'--all downhill.
Last week Colter and I tried to beat a thunderstorm, and nearly did. It was raining in the distance when I left the studios, and I thought we had a chance to beat it. I picked up Colter just as the thunder was approaching. We got within about 2 1/2 miles of home when the deluge started. Colter had his raincoat on so, he was protected--from the waist up, anyways--but I had nothing but a ballcap on (well, that's not true, I wasn't exactly nude under the ballcap). It rained so hard, my hiking boots were turned into buckets. Waterproof is only good if you're walking through puddles or very shallow streams. When the rain is being driven into the tops of your boots, it doesn't quite work that way.
Two things happened yesterday that made my bikeride a bit of a pain in the ass. I ride with my iPod Shuffle to help me forget the burning in my thighs from the uphill ride, and to keep from hearing the bitching in my head. I have no idea how long it's been since I left the iPod on the charging cradle, but yesterday, five minutes after I left, it died, leaving me trying to keep myself occupied for the remaining 35 minutes. Then, even though I didn't have to pick up Colter last night, I thought I would take the long way home. It's a great ride, all downhill, except when you realize you've left your house keys on your desk, back at work. Uphill. First thing I did was get on my phone and call Jennifer to see if she was headed straight home or if she and Colter were going somewhere after she picked him up. She would be home shortly after I got there, so she was going to give me a ride back to work to pick up my keys.
While I was on the phone, riding my bike down one of the busiest streets in Bozeman, I quickly realized I was one of the people I make fun of. I was on a bike, pedalling like mad, talking on a cellphone. As people passed me, I could hear in my mind the things that I would be saying if I saw me: "Biking and talking?? Put the phone down, jerk!" "Wow, you sure are an important man, having to take a phone call no matter what the circumstances!" And of course, something I said before I was forced to have a cellphone for work, "If I get a cellphone, I'd never do something that stupid. I'd either let it ring, or I'd pull over to the side of the road."

Colter's first-ever burger and Yiddish

As far as I know, Colter's never eaten a hamburger before. I've tried tempting him when we would make burgers at home, but he'd take as big of a bite as he could of the bun without actually getting any meat. Today, out of the blue, I asked him if he wanted a cheeseburger for lunch. He said, "no, I don't want cheese on my burger." Waitaminnit, you mean you'd eat one without cheese? "Sure." We made our first father/son trip to Burger King today. Colter ate an entire hamburger with ketchup for lunch today. But, believe it or not, that's not what I was actually going to write about. The highlight of my day so far was when Colter looked over at me and pointed to his cheek, and said, "Dad, you've got a little schmutz, there." I plotzed right on the spot. Now, if we were actually Jewish, it would have been an even prouder day.

Whoa!

Look out. Got the blog up and running again. I can't believe it's been more than a year since the last time I put anything up here. Well, at least it didn't expire, or smell like rotten milk (although some of the writing later possibly could). No timetable on this, I'll just post in between tweets on Twitter, just whatever comes to mind and I can manage to get to a keyboard.