Archive for the ‘Andy’s Ramblings’ Category

Brinner

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

Brinner: Slang. (Breakfast + Dinner). Usually denotes breakfast foods (pancakes, eggs, waffles) served at Dinner time.

Photo courtesy of Trimilique

Photo courtesy of Trimilique

Stacey was the perfect wife and mom tonight. She was frugal at Fred Meyer (you can be proud, Wanda), requesting that I put back the Columbia Gorge smoothie ($2.99). Instead, she offered to make me smoothies and pancakes for dinner. I sighed, thinking this was just going to cause additional dishes. After sharing this thought, she said, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make dinner and do the dishes.” WOAH!#$@ I was blown out of the water. All I could do was say yes, and not ask this beautiful alien what she did with my real Stacey (just kidding).

Anyway, I love you honey. Thank for Brinner. It was great. Lily and I both thoroughly enjoyed your concoctions.

Straw sucking

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

Tonight, I told Lily that watching her suck smoothie through a straw was one of my favorite things to watch. While that’s definitely true, it’s probably the ratio between (lack-of) significance and (acute) enjoyment that makes it so wonderful.

Thanks, Lily. You are beautiful.

Saran Wrapped

Saturday, September 19th, 2009

While I was saran wrapping the leftovers from dinner tonight, the wrapping accidentally caught onto the fly paper on the counter. I tried ripping it off, but sticky meets sticky and we’ve got a problem. So, I ripped the saran wrap and ended up getting my hand caught to the fly paper. My wrist untangled, I exclaimed “yuck” as I wiped flies off my forearm and palm.

Mango growling

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

A few updates

Speakermouse’s hair is lightening up greatly in this Summer sun – it is almost blonde.

It’s a bit funny to Stacey and I, now that Lily also expresses frustration. She makes this intense face, grips her fists into tiny balls, and lets out a growl. We try to not laugh, but the cuteness of it overwhelms us.

Today I was making faces at her from the stairway, hiding beneath the banister, and popping out with a face. She kept giving this growling yelp that is only enhanced by her tiny sore throat. (oh yeah, I forgot to mention that both Stacey and Lily seem to be coming down with a sore throat; what the heck!? Isn’t it Summer, girls?)

Stacey brushed Lily’s teeth last night. Lily kept trying to suck on the toothbrush, but it appeared to be a relatively successful attempt.

This morning, I got out some pureed mangos for Lily to eat for breakfast. After about halfway through the container, she decided that she wanted to play “Mango Catapult.” She grabbed the spoon, right before I fed it to her, and flung the saucy mango all over her clothes, hair, and legs, and my shirt, pants, and arms. Now I know how Nana achieved this saucy picture.

I received some awesome gifts for my birthday: a great chess book I had been wanting for about nine years, some gift cards to Peak sports (in preparation for the High Cascades 100 race), a set of FSA cranks and handlebar tape for my road bike, a full family-sized tent, movie money, some spending dough, tamarind, chocolate cookies, and I’m probably forgetting others, but it was all fantastic. I most-definitely look forward to our first family camping trip, and surviving the upcoming race. Thank you, all.

Wakey wakey

Friday, June 26th, 2009

It’s time for me to go wake my girls. But, that’s just it – I have to wake them, and I love to let them sleep. Stacey often doesn’t get many uninterrupted hours of sleep, and Lily is still a growing girl.

So, do I continue to sit here quietly typing away on the keyboard downstairs, hoping the rays of sunshine poking under the curtains will be what tickles them up from deep slumber. Or, do I go up there like a mean ogre and say, “Hey, my womens! Come get food. Me love you. Wake up.”?

Productivity in the work/home-place

Thursday, June 18th, 2009

Eleven days ago I founded Andy Vaughn Consulting, LLC. Online, I was able to register my business name, pay for a year’s membership with the Corvallis Chamber of Commerce, and contact all my old clients. Hunky dorey.

I purchased a P.O. box, inquired about starting a new business account with my old employer CU, and spent over 50 hours doing a rebranding and redesign for my business/blog. Holy crap.

It’s easy to forget how much time is spent administering a small business. Face-time networking, selling, creating/maintaining accounts, etc. Actually finding time to code and design is a luxury – let alone spend time with my two beautiful girls.

Solution

Scheduling. I’ve found it to be imperitive to our familial-success by keeping a schedule. By letting Stacey know when I plan to workout in the mornings (before she and Lily wake), when I plan to stop working (this is harder than it sounds), she and Lily are able to hold me accountable and trust me to still be a good dad.

I haven’t been perfect. I think we’ve been successful, though.

After all, the main reason for working is to support those that you love, right?

Looking forward

I look forward to taking Lily swimming again. Hopefully this weekend.

Tonight, Stacey and I are getting the VIP treatment at the Corvallis Knights’ game, and I’m being presented in front of the Chamber (*grrr* too bad my website is still down).

I’ll keep you updated on the success of the new business, and let you know of any pitfalls to watch-out for (don’t use 1and1.com website domains).

Update: Since andyvaughn.com is currently in-transfer, I have put up my new business site at: andyvaughn.net. Cheers!

Good morning, Lily

Wednesday, May 27th, 2009

Good morning, Lily. Your schedule has been a couple hours off normal since we had the Triathlon on Monday. Both you and Mom need your rest. But, it has been real special to see you in the mornings — even if it’s just to change your diaper.

I will be home a lot more, soon. I have it scheduled so that when I am working from home, I play with you at 3:00 in the afternoons – every day! This will give Mom a chance to get some work done, climb stairs at the gym, or on some days, play with us!

I love you, and hope you are also excited about going to Las Vegas. You get to fly in a plane for the first time. It will be scary, it will be loud, it will be exhilirating.

I look forward to more of this, baby girl. Have a great day.

Quotable

Friday, January 23rd, 2009

At work we have this whiteboard in the front of the office. On the whiteboard are quotes employees have written up over the course of the month.

Usually they are design quotes, marketing quotes, or just funny quotes we wanted to share. Today, I put up my first quote:

The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and the lightning bug.Mark Twain

This quote has little application for here, but it got me thinking how enjoyable quotes can be when shared among friends. So, here are a few of my favorites.

  • Don’t go all in before you see the flop! — Stacey’s Mom

  • Attack of the Orchids! Ahhhh!A young friend, after seeing some wild orchids at a dinner party.

  • You know what they say about melon…Eat it alone or leave it alone! — My dad after getting sick off rotten melon at Shari’s

  • Wait! Is he gay? Am I gay? What? — A confused friend while watching Veronica Mars

  • I beat your mom! — Chess club kid to me.

And, here’s a joke for all the married couples.

The little boy came home from school happy, dancing up and down to tell his dad the good news.

“What’s the good news, Son?”, asked Dad.

“Well at school today, I joined the big play!”, said Son.

“Ah! That’s great, Son! Tell me, what part did you get?”

Dramatically and with great pride, Son said, “I got the part of the HUSBAND!”.

Dad shakes his head and says, “Aww…I’m sorry Son. Too bad you didn’t get a speaking role.”

HAHA!

Andy's New Hero

Monday, December 1st, 2008

Andy has fallen inlove with the book: The 4-Hour Workweek and its author, Timothy Ferriss.  It can really make us re-think our priorities!  Read further:

Here is an excerpt from the book that Andy shared with me:

“An American businessman took a vacation to a small coastal Mexican village on doctor’s orders.  Unable to sleep after an urgent phone call from the office the first morning, he walked out to the pier to clear his head.  A small boat with just one fisherman had docked, and inside the boat were several large yellowfin tuna.  The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish.

‘How long did it take you to catch them?’ the American asked.

‘Only a little while,’ the Mexican replied in surprisingly good English.

‘Why don’t you stay out longer and catch more fish?’ the American then asked.

‘I have enough to support my family and give a few to friends,’ the Mexican said as he unloaded them into a basket.

‘But… What do you do with the rest of your time?’

The Mexican looked up and smiled.  ‘I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take a siesta with my wife, Julia, and stroll into the village each evening, where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos.  I have a full and busy life, senor.’

The American laughed and stood tall.  ‘Sire, I’m a Harvard M.B.A. and can help you.  You should spend more time fishing, and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat.  In no time, you could buy several boats with the increased haul.  Eventually, you would have a fellt of fishing boats.’

He continued, ‘Instead of selling your catch to a middleman, you would sell directly to the consumers, eventually opening your own cannery.  You would control the product, processing, and distribution.  You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village, of course, and more to Mexico City, then to Los Angeles, and eventually New York City, where you could run your expanding enterprise with proper management.’

The Mexican fisherman asked, ‘But senor, how long will all this take?’

To which the American replied, ’15-20 years, 25 tops.’

‘But what then, senor?’

The American laughed and said, ‘That’s the best part.  When the time is right, you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich.  You would make millions.’

‘Millions, senor?  Then what?’

‘Then you would retire and move to a small coastal fishing village, where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take a siesta with your wife, and stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos…’”

Sleepy time

Monday, November 17th, 2008

Tonight after feeding Lily, wrapping her in a warm blanket, and putting her to sleep on my chest, I almost fell asleep myself. She is such a peaceful sleeper, she easily wins the award for best “Adult Pacifier,” big-head and little shoulders over hot-buttered rum. *yawn* -Sleepy Daddy