Summer vacation has begun! I have been home for 11 days now on summer vacation, and let me tell you...this is a life I can get used to. I have found myself becoming very domesticated. I cook for Casey, get the daily cleaning done, food shop, and have even taken to Good Morning America. I find myself enjoying someone's pool on a daily basis, all while making sure I get my daily exercise, pay the bills, work on NJ Reading Teacher, and mow the lawn.
Speaking of mowing the lawn. It has come to my attention that we don't have one blade of grass on our 1/4 of an acre property. We are literally just cutting broad leafed weeds. And, with all the rain, it has made the perfect home for 100's of earthworms. Fat, long, slimy, plump earthworms. This would explain why there are always birds on our lawn. It is a never ending, all-you-can-eat buffet. I have to say, however, it is gross when cutting the grass. They try to quickly burrow under the surface when you expose them, but some can not escape the wrath of the accidental foot squash, or the unforgiving blade of the lawnmower. Yuck. I do dream, that one day, I will have a lush carpet of grass so green that it almost appears blue. Free of mosquitoes, weeds, and clover. Where the earth worms live where they belong...within the earth and not above it. Complimented with a lush vegetable garden, small tool shed in the corner of the yard, and a sugar maple that boasts brilliant shades of fiery colors in the autumn. Ah, one day.
In the meantime, weeds grow without enemy (except humans), and are always green in the summer. So, they will have to do. I am also really enjoying the new fence that the neighbor put up. Don't get me wrong, we have great neighbors. But it helps finish the yard a little bit. Now we just have to finish fencing the remaining three sides of the property.
Yesterday, while mowing the lawn, I got my foot stuck in, what I hope is, an abandoned burrow. The ground is just so saturated that the dirt around one of the entrances simply gave way. It was a moment of panic, which quickly passed. Realizing that this can be a continuing problem, it is apparent that the area in which it exists will need to be rotor tilled, filled and leveled, and seeded. As you know, I do have an affinity for furry creatures (particularly rodents), but I don't want anyone getting hurt or twisting an ankle in the entrance to a burrow. Plus, it is abandoned, so nothing harmed or hurt in the process.
If there are any teachers who happen to come across this blog, I encourage you to visit my website, http://www.njreadingteacher.com . I am working on posting free resources, bulletin boards, etc. and providing lesson plans and units for a small fee.
Casey's theater camp program is coming to an end this week. And Disney World is just a 13 days away! Can't wait for the trip! Photos and entries will be available for your viewing. I would love to make this a travel blog. Something I probably should have done during my flight attendant days. Now I am part of the regular workforce, which makes it a bit harder to do. But who knows what life will bring. You just never know.
Keep cool in this crazy heat and humidity!
-Kurt
Tuesday, 2 July 2013
Saturday, 22 June 2013
Public Enemy No. 1
It has been a while since I have written. Writing must come at a time of inspiration. When your muse is at its greatest potential so that the words appear effortlessly on the computer monitor as a result of the rigorous strokes of the keyboard. Take that as you will.
As the story goes, I have been inspired once again. Inspired by public enemy number 1...
Yes, it's true. These little furry b*****ds have been a thorn in my side for quite a few years now. I have watched them eat the bird food, poop on the deck, bury their nuts all over the yard (and no, they can't remember where they buried them), and the most recent repeated offense...dig up my flowers. Observe the evidence below.
The discovery of this offense was quite sad. I was returning home on a pleasant afternoon with Casey when we went to bring some packages in the front door that had been left by the postmaster. No sooner had I picked up the first package at the door that my gaze shifted to the right where I noticed the crime. You should note in the pictures above that the sciurus carolinensis (eastern gray squirrel) dug the impatiens right out of the flower bed and tossed it aside like a wet rag doll.
This is not the first time I have fought this battle. One Old Bridge squirrel in particular (I will never forget him) would insistently dig the flowers right out of the pot as they sat in the summer shade on my stoop. He would then proceed to sit on the stoop railing, look in my apartment window, and laugh. It is apparent that these creatures possess an unknown and mysterious means of communication. For I believe he has communicated to his friends in Freehold and instructed them to carry out his mission in destroying the annual flowers of the Abel household.
In just a few moments, I will make my way outside, and nurse the delicate flower back to life in the flowerbed. Let it be known, however, they may have won this battle, but the war continues. Please understand, I mean no harm to these creatures. I am an animal lover. And from a distance, they are quite cute. Furthermore, being a distant cousin of the groundhog, I do possess a minute likeness for them. However, the flowers WILL thrive and I WILL prove that they are no match for this Freehold resident.
Carry on my friends.
-Kurt
As the story goes, I have been inspired once again. Inspired by public enemy number 1...
Yes, it's true. These little furry b*****ds have been a thorn in my side for quite a few years now. I have watched them eat the bird food, poop on the deck, bury their nuts all over the yard (and no, they can't remember where they buried them), and the most recent repeated offense...dig up my flowers. Observe the evidence below.
The discovery of this offense was quite sad. I was returning home on a pleasant afternoon with Casey when we went to bring some packages in the front door that had been left by the postmaster. No sooner had I picked up the first package at the door that my gaze shifted to the right where I noticed the crime. You should note in the pictures above that the sciurus carolinensis (eastern gray squirrel) dug the impatiens right out of the flower bed and tossed it aside like a wet rag doll.
This is not the first time I have fought this battle. One Old Bridge squirrel in particular (I will never forget him) would insistently dig the flowers right out of the pot as they sat in the summer shade on my stoop. He would then proceed to sit on the stoop railing, look in my apartment window, and laugh. It is apparent that these creatures possess an unknown and mysterious means of communication. For I believe he has communicated to his friends in Freehold and instructed them to carry out his mission in destroying the annual flowers of the Abel household.
In just a few moments, I will make my way outside, and nurse the delicate flower back to life in the flowerbed. Let it be known, however, they may have won this battle, but the war continues. Please understand, I mean no harm to these creatures. I am an animal lover. And from a distance, they are quite cute. Furthermore, being a distant cousin of the groundhog, I do possess a minute likeness for them. However, the flowers WILL thrive and I WILL prove that they are no match for this Freehold resident.
Carry on my friends.
-Kurt
Wednesday, 10 April 2013
Your Job Is To Do What?!?
It is no secret that Casey and I have had our share of interesting jobs throughout our lives. We have worked by air and by sea (flight attendant/cruise performer), handed out flyers in Times Square, decorated cakes at the infamous Magnolia Bakery, walked dogs (and chased by some). At one point I even worked at a L'Oreal warehouse opening hundreds of boxes containing make-up displays separating the various pink shaded, plastic samples into different boxes. That was a strange job, seemed pointless, and only lasted two days. Temp agencies will send their people ANYWHERE. But I don't think anything compares to the paid activity that I partook in last night. This is definitely going on my resume and LinkedIn. Read below.
Aircraft Slide Jumper/Tester, Zodiac Aerospace/Air Cruisers (Sprocket Staffing Services) , Wall, New Jersey
2013 through Present
* Test evacuation systems jumping into emergency slide/raft testing for durability and reliability for current and future aircraft
* Among the first to test slide for the upcoming Airbus A350 at a height of over 25 feet
* Test conditions include slide in normal conditions, high air pressure, low air pressure, angled, and simulated rain storm
* Teamed with thirty-nine additional jumpers in evacuation drill under loud, high-stress, chaotic, fast-paced, crowded, and potentially claustrophobic conditions
* Jump team has met egress rate consistently
* Exhibit abilities to maintain calm demeanor in high-stress situations, unafraid of heights, crowds, tight spaces, the ability to follow explicit directions, maintain physically fit and healthy lifestyle
You heard it right, and you heard it directly from the source. It is a glamorous life I lead. I have officially become a test dummy. In fact after you don your gear (which consists of a helmet, ankle supports, and gloves), you receive a shirt with a number on it, and that is how you are known. Not Kurt, but #130. "Hello, my name is Kurt, and I am test-dummy #130." And if you hold them back from hitting their rate goals, you are pulled (like #168) was last night. Of course he will be given future opportunities, but last night, his game was over. As well as the girl who busted her ankle. I guess they have high insurance premiums. I have to thank my friend Jerry for helping me obtain the jumping opportunities. Originally, I was an alternate. I guess being one of the new guys, they ease you in with caution. But, with his persuasive communication, I was able to start jumping pretty early in the evening.
So, there you have it. Another interesting job to add to the resume.
-Kurt
Monday, 1 April 2013
Another Cruise
So you would like to know about my recent cruise? Well, it was incredibly relaxing. Massages, relaxing in the hot tub, a good book , libations, and time well spent with Casey. Although, I will say, with the exception of Cozumel, the weather was not quite favorable with high winds and cool temperatures. I did not take many pictures of this cruise, but below are some pics of Cozumel as well as videos of what the ocean looks like from the perspective of Casey’s cabin. I took the pictures on a day when the water was a little rougher than usual so you could truly get the washing machine affect that occurs within her port hole on a daily basis. However, all in all, it was a nice week away with a great deal of time spent together. One of the funniest parts of this particular trip was the creative efforts and makings of Julie Junglepanties. If I can find a video of that, you can bet it will be posted, and I am sure you will find it as hilarious as I myself did. I had the opportunity to have brunch at Palo’s. I have now had both dinner and brunch at that particular restaurant, and I have to say, I would almost recommend brunch over dinner. If you enjoy an endless array of seafood, then it is imperative you attend if ever aboard DCL. It is with my great hope that you one day engage in this experience, if you haven’t already. Not that I am downplaying dinner (because the antipasto is another adoration of mine), but I was truly impressed with the fine cheeses, fresh seafood, and decadent desserts. And to begin and end my trip on United First was a nice touch as well. I do appreciate their fine service on the preferred side of the cabin curtain.
However, even though DCL has afforded us excellent cuisine, a relaxing atmosphere, and a lucrative means to sustain our lifestyle, it is time that this chapter of our life come to a close. The difficulties of distance, time, and communication make this venture a difficult life to sustain. Casey will be home in just seven weeks, and while we are grateful for all that DCL has provided, we look forward to rooting ourselves again at 41 Monmouth.
Happy Blogging!
-Kurt
The video below is from the December 2012 trip. It shows Casey's cabin and Maho (Airport) Beach.
Monday, 11 March 2013
Life Is Always Interesting
What a crazy couple of weeks it has been! Knives, frozen chicken, stitiches, lost cats, storms, snow (that was more annoying than eventful), and now, today, my final observation.
Let's talk about the first couple of items. Yes. It is true. I managed five stitches on my left thumb on March 2nd. You see, Giada has this really great balsamic chicken recipe that is pretty simple to make and quite tasty. I wanted to treat myself to the delicacy (if chicken can even be called a delicacy - lol). Apparently, however, it had to be marinated for at least two hours, and it was still frozen. I figured I would use my extra sharp Henckle knife to filet it and then drop it in some warm water to defrost quickly, marniate it, and enjoy a home cooked meal in no time. Well, I fileted something alright, but it wasn't the chicken. The knife slipped and caught my thumb. Interesting feeling though. It didn't feel like a cut, but more like I whacked my thumb with a hammer, which I have also done before. With blood leaking everywhere, I wrapped it in a few paper towels, grabbed the rest of the roll and a plastic bag, blew out a candle, and drove myself to the ER. Luckily, it was empty and I was in and out in less than an hour. I know that not everyone may want to see pictures of stitches, but if you do, click here. It looks like it is healing pretty well, and supposedly, I am to have the stitches removed tomorrow. That is the first time in 32 years that I have needed them for an accident. I think I have done pretty well. But, I do some pretty stupid things, so who knows what could happen next. Life always keeps me guessing. For instance, I broke the lawmower from hitting stumps while cutting the grass...twice. Yep, that's another bill. I just hope when I walk it down to the repair shop again in downtown Freehold I don't get heckled again by passer-bys like I did last time.
I had an anxious moment almost two weeks ago, when I thought I lost Hemingway. He has a very strong personality and always greets me at the door, rubs against my shin, curls up with me in bed...it is annoying sometimes. But nonetheless, that is who he is, and he spends most of his time by my side or hanging out in the same room that I am in. About two weeks ago, I came home from work and to my surprise, no Hemingway. I went to the doctor, came home and still no Hemingway. It was now 7:00 at night and I could not find this beloved feline. Where could he be? I convinced myself he unknowingly got outside, which caused more panic since he has no claws. If he got out, he would be a goner. I began searching the property in the twenty degree weather with my flashlight. Called his name. Checked the horror-movie-like shed in the backyard. I even went to the neighbor's house since he said he had heard, what could only be described as, cat sounds. Nothing. And to boot, there have been strays keeping shelter under my deck. If he connected with them, territorial fights could begin, which would be disastrous.
As time went by, I finally resigned myself to the fact that he must be gone. I looked all over the house. Courtney even lent her assistance. I dragged myself to bed at ten o'clock sad, depressed, bepuzzled, and nervous because I had to tell Casey.
Then, at around ten thirty, I heard a noise. Almost like the sound of someone running a stick down the grate of the heating vent. I know that sound well, because I used to do that as a kid. I had interesting hobbies. I got up to check where the sound had come from and found nothing. Nor did I actually know where the sound came from, which was even scarier because it contributed to additional proof that the house is haunted. (Another story for another time.) Then, as I was lying in my bed, I heard the familiar sound of a cat cleaning himself. I popped up, and there he was, lying in the middle of the floor like all was right with the world. I don't know where he was or where he came from. We searched everywhere earlier in the day and could not find him. Apparently, he is a better hider than I am a seeker. But, he was back. Within ten minutes he was in my face trying to sleep in my spot and I was kicking him off the bed. I am still trying to figure out where he was all that time, and why he didn't bother to come when I called him as he usually does.
Life has been interesting, as usual. Keeps the time moving. I will be leaving for another cruise in a couple weeks. I am excited because I upgraded to first class both ways, so maybe I will actually be able to get some rest on the plane. Pictures of the trip will be posted next month. Well, I better get going. I have my final observation in a couple periods. So stay tuned and as always...Happy Blogging!
-Kurt
Let's talk about the first couple of items. Yes. It is true. I managed five stitches on my left thumb on March 2nd. You see, Giada has this really great balsamic chicken recipe that is pretty simple to make and quite tasty. I wanted to treat myself to the delicacy (if chicken can even be called a delicacy - lol). Apparently, however, it had to be marinated for at least two hours, and it was still frozen. I figured I would use my extra sharp Henckle knife to filet it and then drop it in some warm water to defrost quickly, marniate it, and enjoy a home cooked meal in no time. Well, I fileted something alright, but it wasn't the chicken. The knife slipped and caught my thumb. Interesting feeling though. It didn't feel like a cut, but more like I whacked my thumb with a hammer, which I have also done before. With blood leaking everywhere, I wrapped it in a few paper towels, grabbed the rest of the roll and a plastic bag, blew out a candle, and drove myself to the ER. Luckily, it was empty and I was in and out in less than an hour. I know that not everyone may want to see pictures of stitches, but if you do, click here. It looks like it is healing pretty well, and supposedly, I am to have the stitches removed tomorrow. That is the first time in 32 years that I have needed them for an accident. I think I have done pretty well. But, I do some pretty stupid things, so who knows what could happen next. Life always keeps me guessing. For instance, I broke the lawmower from hitting stumps while cutting the grass...twice. Yep, that's another bill. I just hope when I walk it down to the repair shop again in downtown Freehold I don't get heckled again by passer-bys like I did last time.
I had an anxious moment almost two weeks ago, when I thought I lost Hemingway. He has a very strong personality and always greets me at the door, rubs against my shin, curls up with me in bed...it is annoying sometimes. But nonetheless, that is who he is, and he spends most of his time by my side or hanging out in the same room that I am in. About two weeks ago, I came home from work and to my surprise, no Hemingway. I went to the doctor, came home and still no Hemingway. It was now 7:00 at night and I could not find this beloved feline. Where could he be? I convinced myself he unknowingly got outside, which caused more panic since he has no claws. If he got out, he would be a goner. I began searching the property in the twenty degree weather with my flashlight. Called his name. Checked the horror-movie-like shed in the backyard. I even went to the neighbor's house since he said he had heard, what could only be described as, cat sounds. Nothing. And to boot, there have been strays keeping shelter under my deck. If he connected with them, territorial fights could begin, which would be disastrous.
As time went by, I finally resigned myself to the fact that he must be gone. I looked all over the house. Courtney even lent her assistance. I dragged myself to bed at ten o'clock sad, depressed, bepuzzled, and nervous because I had to tell Casey.
Then, at around ten thirty, I heard a noise. Almost like the sound of someone running a stick down the grate of the heating vent. I know that sound well, because I used to do that as a kid. I had interesting hobbies. I got up to check where the sound had come from and found nothing. Nor did I actually know where the sound came from, which was even scarier because it contributed to additional proof that the house is haunted. (Another story for another time.) Then, as I was lying in my bed, I heard the familiar sound of a cat cleaning himself. I popped up, and there he was, lying in the middle of the floor like all was right with the world. I don't know where he was or where he came from. We searched everywhere earlier in the day and could not find him. Apparently, he is a better hider than I am a seeker. But, he was back. Within ten minutes he was in my face trying to sleep in my spot and I was kicking him off the bed. I am still trying to figure out where he was all that time, and why he didn't bother to come when I called him as he usually does.
Life has been interesting, as usual. Keeps the time moving. I will be leaving for another cruise in a couple weeks. I am excited because I upgraded to first class both ways, so maybe I will actually be able to get some rest on the plane. Pictures of the trip will be posted next month. Well, I better get going. I have my final observation in a couple periods. So stay tuned and as always...Happy Blogging!
-Kurt
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Another Successful Groundhog Day!
But, I must say, this Groundhog Day was a day to behold. There were even moments throughout the day that paralleled the infamous movie. My dad noted that 101.5 fm played "I Got You Babe" precisely at 6:00 am as is seen over and over again in the movie. And, as in the movie, the day ended with a gentle snowfall that dusted the cars and roads, and glistened as a powdery mixture reflecting the moonlight. After watching AMC play the movie over, over, and over again (seems ironic), my family and I finished the day at my sister's house enjoying dessert, coffee (in our personalized groundhog mugs), and a final replay of the legendary movie. We even got parting gifts direct from the Punxsutawney Phil gift shop in Pennsylvania! A groundhog cookie cutter and recipe, which will certainly be put to use for next year's festivities. The picture below shows the cherished gift.
So, as we brave the bitter cold days of winter, it is the reassurance from Phil himself that will help keep everyone's chin up knowing an early spring is on its way. When the winter blues hit home, remember, today was the Day of the Groundhog. A day to be celebrated and cherished!
Happy Blogging!
-Kurt
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| A picture of me holding my groundhog cookie cutter and recipe from my sister! |
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