Wish You Were Here (well, not ALL of you at once)

Writing this from the lobby of the Royal Solaris Los Cabos in Baja California Mexico. Los Cabos is about 10 minutes from Cabo San Lucas (which is probably a more recognizable locale).

Anyway, Trisha and I are having a great time (but missing Kylie quite a lot, as expected). We're planning to post TONS of pictures to this blog once we get back home, but for now, you'll just have to settle with knowing it's been about 85-90deg, 30% humidity, and sunny all week. Volleyball, sitting by the pool, seeing whales, snorkeling, ATV'ing on the beach, and enjoying all you can drink bars have definitely been nice break from the work grind (even though Trisha doesn't have much to complain about, having only been back at work 3 days). One might argue Kylie is several full-time jobs however.

Talk to everyone in a few days.

Love, Ryan and Trisha

More Kylie (Not Necessarily the Greatest Shots)

Not much to say, got people begging for pictures, so here's a few more.

Those Wild and Crazy Weathermen

Supposedly we're all supposed to be buried in 12 inches of snow today. Apparently that means 0.5 inches of nasty cold rain-stuff. Half the news this morning was dedicated to the fallibility of weather prediction. Weathermen sure have it easy, what other job under the scrutiny of thousands of people allows for a 50% success rate? Well, maybe the entertainment industry, but we wont' get into that.

Ultimately I guess crappy weather is crappy weather (and it sure is crappy today, despite the lack of snow).

Finally starting to feel a little better today, too, after having the worst headache of my life yesterday. Those 2 year old antibiotics I found in the cabinet must be doing their job.

In home news, Kylie's still being mostly a shrieking beast (albeit a fairly adorable one), although we're convinced she's otherwise healthy. More pictures forthcoming.

More Work, More Weekend (Still Sick, Still Snowing)

Yep, back at work again. Starting to think Kylie's okay, she just doesn't like me very much. :) Because she's been just fine for her mother. Probably doesn't help that I'm never around. She was good last night and this morning though, so maybe it's nothing.

I, on the other hand, must have caught the creeping death or something...I can not shake this. Guess it's time to waste $30 on a doctor's appointment so they can tell me it's viral and send me on my way.

Still Sick + Work on Weekend + 25F Weather + Snow = Suck

Good times, just me and Wallace at work today. At least I got to spend this morning with Kylie, even if she did (literally) scream the whole 4 hours. I really think something's up with that poor kid. Probably time to bring her to the doctor's next week, even though (on the phone) they assure us she's probably okay. HMO's...gotta love 'em.

Sick Daddy = Sick Baby?

Well, I've been sick for about half the week now, and we're wondering if maybe Kylie's getting it too. She's been quite the monster today, not wanting to sleep for more than about 15 minutes at a time. I have a feeling tonight's going to be a long night. :( Poor kid, considering how I've felt, I wouldn't wish it on her (especially since the main symptom's been a sore throat and all the shrieking can't feel very good).

It's possible she's allergic to the dogs, too, we were afraid that might be a possibility. Only the next trip to the doctor's will hold the answer. In the meantime, enjoy an Easter related assortment of photographic goodness.

The Salary Monkey's Lament

Man, sometimes I really hate being at work. Notably when I'm sick but feel like I have to be here anyway. Kind of my own fault this time though, since I blew through so much vacation time in the last 6 months that I've kind of made being sick unaffordable. Starting to look very likely that I'll be working all weekend for free, too.

Oh well.

It would help if getting information necessary for what I'm writing out of my boss was easier than pulling teeth from the mouth of an angry hippo.

I just keep telling myself this is only until Trisha gets out of dental school, but sometimes that seems insanely far off. Especially with her recent rash of pessimism, although I can understand the frustration of raising a newborn, going to work, and trying to get good grades.

Attack of the Grandmas.

Half the reason I created this blog was the brilliant notion that it would streamline the process of delivering pictures of Kylie (my month-old daughter) to the clamoring masses (notably certain Grandmas). So without further ado, I present a number of fine selections:

What is undoubtedly the beginning of the end.

I guess everything starts somewhere. It's been at least 4 years since I swore I would never create one of these (I still can't stand the word "blog", if it is in fact a word at all). However, time marches on and life eventually becomes interesting enough (at least to myself, I'm under no delusion anyone else really gives a crap about my life except friends and family) that it starts to make sense to invade one's own privacy.

So here I am, invading.

I still absolutely refuse to ever create a Myspace page. Someone should shoot me if I ever do. Seriously.