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Being the first Saturday of the month, I got the kids in the car and went to the local Home Depot for their Kids’ Workshop.  This is where the store supplies a small kit to make a bird house, trivet or something along those lines.  We got there around 10:30 (the event lasts 9:00AM – 12:00PM) but as soon as we walked in, the greeter told us they were all out of kits.  The kids were disappointed but I figured we’d head over to another Home Depot.  We got there and quickly found where they were holding it.  We walk about to the woman at the activity desk (it’s now about 11:15) and she informs us that they’re all out of kits.

Usually I have nothing but good things to say about this program.  It’s teaching the kids to do things for themselves, let’s them see the product of their labor and is great daddy/kids time.  And the kids have become quite fond of Home Depot.  Not today.  All of us were mightily disappointed.  I can understand one place being out, but two, c’mon.  Home Depot is better than that.

I was on the news this week…

Today I met an impressive, older gentleman. The man struck me as a self-made entrepreneur that has had a lot of success in his life. I just happened to Google him and found his LinkedIn page. I didn’t think he would even be on there, but he was.  Check out the screenshot from his profile:

Perhaps this gentleman is a little bit more plugged in than I realized.

This really made me laugh.  The picture accompanying the story is hilarious.

There is apparently someone from college that knows me.  I don’t know her.  I don’t remember her name.  Her picture doesn’t even ring a bell.  Yet, I have received about 8 Facebook requests to become her friend.  I have ignored her about, oh, 8 times.  Why does she keep coming at me like that horror movie character that never dies?  Why does Facebook keep allowing her to friend me?  I feel digitally harassed.

It’s gone.

I’m growing my winter beard for the first time in 8 years.  Today is 11 days since I started and it’s “coming in nicely”, as a co-worker put it.  It’s certainly more gray than last time.  I’d estimate it’s 18% gray.  Perhaps it would be better stated 82% dark.  Laura doesn’t like it.  Ben likes it, but doesn’t want me to tickle him with it.  Jack has no opinion yet.  I’m undecided.  Pictures to follow.

UPDATE:  My brother wants to know where my cabin in the woods is hidden.

UPDATE #2:

From Beard

This was tonight’s dinner.  So.  Friggin’.  Good.

Guess who got poison oak all over his face?  Today I went to the dermatologist and have a bunch of creams and medicines.  My face is swollen, blotchy and red.  It’s horrible.  I was pulling stuff out of the yard this weekend.  I really need to stop working in the yard.

A while back I wrote about everyone needing to find a niche.  Well, here’s another one from the Wall St. Journal in an article about Barry Zito’s recent pitching woes:

Andrea Mallis, a Berkeley, Calif.-based astrologist who specializes in baseball prognostications, says Mr. Zito’s charts show he was just entering a “Neptune cycle,” a period of sluggishness and confusion that lasts two to three years. (Ms. Mallis has never worked with Mr. Zito, a Taurus, but she did get his birth time and location from his mother at a game.)

I guess as long as you’re the best in your niche, anyone can make a living.