Yes, 2 posts, 1 day!
Here’s a good one of me and the little fella, on the Shrollys’ deck.
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Bring it. About the only good thing about working 2 suburbs away is the proximity to the urban growth boundary, and all the pristine farm and forest land outside it. This ride takes a couple hours, but when you spend your days in a grey cube surrounded by grey walls, well, it rules. And it gives me a chance to practice my Spanish, talking to the horses and cows along the way. Yes, I really do that, I have no idea why, except that asking vacas about their vacaciones is funny every time. Did I mention the ride takes 2 hours?
By the way, protect my route and Save Helvetia!
Tags: beeman, commute, cycling, iphone, pdxelent, photo, transit
Kirsten takes many, many photos of Driscoll using her phone. Say what you will about the iphone (2G) camera, but she gets some cool shots. Have a look.
Tags: beeman, brief nudity, driscoll, iphone, kirsten, photo
Who hasn’t asked them, am I right? What parent out there hasn’t suspected that their spouse snuck out and conceived “their” child with someone else? Admittedly, it would be trickier for the dads out there to pull this off, but what with science and all, I bet it could be done.
With that in mind, I endeavored to determine, once and for all, who Driscoll’s parents really are. Scientifically. Let’s look at the evidence.
This is Kirsten and Driscoll. So far, it’s looking likely that Kirsten is, indeed, Driscoll’s mother.
Hmm. We both have pacifiers, though I don’t believe those are genetic. He does appear to have my hair.
Driscoll has much more avocado on his face than did Kirsten at a similar stage.
Ah, mouth breathers! These 2 (me and Driscoll) are clearly related.
Truth is, it’s a good thing Driscoll isn’t a dead ringer for either of his parents, because that might not have gone well…
Tags: baby beeman, baby kirsten, beeman, driscoll, kirsten, photo, questions of genetics, retrospective
They say every man must face his own personal demons, the skeletons in his closet. I find this unpleasant, as my skeletons are most likely osteoporific (patent pending) and in need of marrow transplants, or at least milk. And who am I to “out” my skeletons? They can stay in the closet if they so desire. I have decided instead to face the closeted skeletons of my friend John Robertson. See, John and I were in SPIRAL together in 7th grade (SPIRAL, incidentally, stands for SPring branch IRAL). This was a program supposedly for talented and creative kids, though I have here provided evidence that they should revisit their vetting process. Most of the smart kids with any awareness of social strata dropped out of the program, but John and I had bigger ideas than simply salvaging any claim to coolness. See, in this class were the heartthrobs of SBJH, the Alford twins, and we saw overwhelming humor as our tickets to their hearts.
With this in mind, we undertook “The Alamo”. We showed ourselves to be not only hilarious, but cultured, delicately juxtaposing Rocky III with Tears for Fears, the Terminator with Hunter. This was to be our Opus, the first step towards a lavish Hollywood lifestyle with the Alfords. Well, curiously, we got a B on the project, and never got a date with the twins (or much of anyone else). But at least we got this video out of the deal.
I should probably mention here that I don’t actually appear in the video. My voice does, and the camera work and editing were all yours truly, but John was our on-screen presence. So, for those of you with 10 minutes to throw away, enjoy…
Tags: alford twins, beeman, geekery, mhs, tears for fears, upper blue, video
There are several things that new parents do. They stock up on diapers, they fret over how cute their baby’s room is, they complain about lack of sleep, and they start a blog. For 10 months, we’ve tried to make up for our lack of a blog by doing lots of the first three, but our friends and family tired of hearing about Driscoll’s room (but wouldn’t the mobile be cuter by the window?). So, we humbly introduce the Strealey Dealie.
The Strealey Dealie is the official blog of the Healey/Strong household. Strealey, as you can probably imagine, comes from a clever merging of our last names, beating out Hong as our made-up name of choice. And Dealie, well, that rhymes. This blog will likely focus on the little fella, pictures, videos, and stories of his first steps, his first words, his first kiss, the first time he gets to 2nd base, etc. But I suspect I’ll also pepper it with some of my own blather. Perhaps drivel as well, time permitting.
Anyway, let’s meet the players here at Strealey Dealie world headquarters (SDWHQ).
This is Driscoll, the little guy. In addition to Obama and windows, he likes blocks, milk, dangerous things left perilously above him, and girls. He does not like sleeping through the night, nor being ignored. He’s kind of a big deal around SDWHQ, and we talk about him quite a bit. Frequent this blog and you’re going to get to know him well!
This is Kirsten. We’re in love.
I caught her in a period of self-loathing and heavy drug use, and we got married. Now we have this little monkey, and her self-loathing has turned simply to husband-loathing. Which we’re cool with.
This is me. Thanks for visting, don’t be a stranger!