Perfect Practice Makes Perfect.

That's a slogan our national sales trainer has pounded into my head. If what is practiced isn't perfect, it won't when it is applied in real-life situations. I've been taking golf lessons over the past 6 months, and while I'm faaaaaaar from perfect I have improved my game dramatically.

Yesterday evening I put a dust mat from work down on the patio and grabbed a dozen balls to practice chipping into the Fish-imp's kiddie pool. I got a couple rounds in before Mrs. Fishpimp let the kid & dog out into the yard. It's really hard to practice perfectly when the 2-year-old is grabbing 1/2 of the golf balls and the dog is trying to snatch the other ones out of the air. I'll try it again this afternoon to see if we can get a photo, it should be good for a laugh or two.

Another New Band Name

Today's new band name: The Taciturn Slackers!

Giving In

I've resisted having this site turn into a baby-blog, but since that's all I have to talk about these days and I want to keep writing, I might as well stop worrying about subject matter (although last week I did have a prospect tell me he thought Hitler had the right ideas, just the wrong group of victims)

So here's the deal. I have an adorable 20-month old daughter who is freaking addicted to the swing set. She talks about it in her sleep. It's the first thing out of her mouth when she wakes up. Aside from food (she is her father's daughter after all) it's all she seems to think about. So I've decided there ought to be a photo record of her tour de swing this spring/summer. Here are some of the photos from this odyssey of oscillation.

Day one of 19 consecutive days of swinging:


Cassie with Grandpa


Mother & Daughter


Swinging in Berkley, CA


Interview with a Swinger

I love my job (sometimes)

A big part of my job is "tele-prospecting" - cold calling over the phone. Most of the time it's not a lot of fun; but on Fridays I go through old records and learn all kinds of things. I just called a company that invented 'blended winglets' - I thought it was some kind of appetizer, but it turns out they're the little vertical tips on the ends of the airplane wings that help planes fly faster, farther, and higher than the original configuration. And they were invented right here in Seattle. In tribute, this week's new band name:

The Blended Winglets!

4-Season Commuter Bike

This guy has no excuse fore missing work.

Not Playing With A Full Deck

No one likes playing solitaire with a less-than-full deck. One would expect the computerized versions to be immune to lost cards, but, as I'm killing 5 minutes before my next appointment my phone apparently lost the 8 of Spades! Seriously, all the cards were uncovered, the deck all drawn & played, and only one black 8. Weird. Maybe the kid shook it out of my phone while she was playing with it the other day, but seriously, has anyone ever heard of such a thing?

A Future in Music?

My little girl's vocabulary is growing quickly. The other day she learned the word "baby", now she loves pointing out the babies on TV, from her car seat, and in pictures. Monday night she was looking through the latest issue of Parenting Magazine (she loves looking through books & magazines)  showing us all the pictures of kids. It sounded like a Janis Joplin song: Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby! Baby!

in other news: this week's band name: The Brain Evaders.