My Mom just got another knee replacement and has been laid up since Monday.  She came through pretty good and I’m sure she will be up and about and jetsetting the world again soon.

Emily talks so much that I am shocked (!) that there are words left for me to write down.  If there is a finite number of them, she will use them all up at some point.  Jonathan is the exact opposite.  He is just starting to use sentences to communicate, but his progress is remarkable and distinct, so I am very optimistic about him reaching age-appropriate communication skills in the future.  We have long worried about his speech development, but he is plenty clever, so I don’t think he has any delays past his speech.  He runs DVDs and computers at 4 years old, he’s no slouch.

As I said in the last post, I’ve opened up an online T-shirt shop at www.pokertease.biz.  It has clever (IMO) sayings about poker and I think many players will enjoy the sentiments.  Well, the ones wearing the shirts will enjoy it, their opponents, not so much. 

I have guys working outside my house replacing bad fascia and soffits and painting and scraping and generally sprucing things up a bit.  It’s not particularly shocking about how much needs to be done, the house was vacant for some time and quite neglected even prior to it’s vacancy, so nature does take over fairly quickly.  I’m excited about the facelift, it just feels weird watching someone else work on my house.  I’m supposed to be that dude.  A few months from now, I will be right back at it.  Can’t wait.

Poker, poker, poker, poker.  That’s what I’m doing while I’m off.  I’ve already set the bar at profiting 2k during my off time.  I didn’t really base the number on anything, I just pulled it out of my …, ya know.  But now it has been said and that is what I’m going for.  Wish me luck.

I hope that this catches most people back up to my current state of affairs.  See you at the tables, if you play.  If you have anything you want to talk about feel fre to call, email, or comment.  I’ve got time.

I’ve already been told by my wife several times that I am a horrible patient.  The doctor told me to not sit around and feel sorry for myself, so I’ve shuffled about and did some small things that my wife still thinks is too much.  I got a severe tongue-lashing last night for putting a dish in the dishwasher.  How is that for ironic?  She’s been trying to get me to do that for over a decade and now that I did it, she fusses at me.

She and I and we will be just fine.  I expect the aches and pains to lessen over the next few weeks and to be back to some sort of normalcy by Spring of next year.  I may not be doing anything extreme, but back to my normal type of grind will be great.

Our appliances for the new house arrived yesterday and the delivery guy (I forget his name, sorry) starts to unload the truck.

“We still miss your Dad out there”, he tells me.

Searching for something witty to say, the best I can come up with is, “I miss him, too.  I sure could use some help around here”.  I waved vaguely at the pile of demolition debris behind me.

He levels a gaze at me.  ”Well, I don’t know how much actual physical help you would have gotten from your Dad…”.

“Dang dude, you knew him pretty good,”  we both laughed.

Whenever he wants some juice, I make him say “Juice!”.  If he wants to be picked up, I make him say “up”.  Emily helps us all the time with this.  This morning she was giving Jonathan a good grilling.  Say “Daddy”, say “Mommy”, say “Emily” and on and on.  It got to the point the rest of us were starting to roll our eyes.  At one point, I piped up and and said, “Say diverticulitis“.

Emily stopped immediately and got a somewhat cross look on her face.

“Daddy, Jonathan can’t say diaperchickenitis.  That’s silly.”

She’s right.  Diaperchickenitis is silly.  If she thinks her old man isn’t going to work “diaperchickenitis” into every conversation he has over the next week or two, she doesn’t know me very well.

Emily:  I want to go on the playground.

Me:  No, baby.  I have got to get this door installed and I want to do it before it gets too hot.

Emily:  I want to go on the playground.

Me:  No, baby.

Emily: Playground.

Me:  No

(Repeat several times.)

Emily:  Okay, fine, I give up.

Me:  Thank God.

Emily:  We will do it your way.  Playground it is.

Me:  Thank y… wait, what?!?!

She almost got me with the old Bugs Bunny ploy.  I would have been ashamed to have played the part of Daffy in that bit.

I love you, princess.

Happy Birthday, little man.

Last weekend we went to my brother’s birthday bash in Conway and she was included in the  festivities.  It was a blast and we all had a great time.  Michelle Malone and her band played the party and rocked the house.  Emily impressed many a guest with her gregariousness and her ability to rock out.

Monday (her actual birthday), at Emily’s request, we went to Miyabi’s Japanese Steakhouse and watched them start stuff on fire and cook our food in front of us.  The highlight of the dinner was when this extremely red-headed little girl came over to Emily and started singing to her.  She couldn’t have been more than 4 years old (she was tiny) but her singing was quite beautiful and very sweet.

Today was the party with her little friends.  One in particular, Sarah, is almost Emily’s perfect match.  She is younger than Emily (4) but she has same sort of odd times of seriousness.  They both just pick weird points to become very serious about things.  It’s cute, if a little disconcerting at times.  They are very fond of each other and very smart and will probably worry me sick together.  I can just imagine the mischief that those two can get into. Scary stuff.
My little girl is 5 years old.  She starts school in 10 days.  Holy Cow.

We arrived at noonish on Friday and checked in early at the Holiday Inn Express. Lovely hotel, very polite and charming staff. Every single person we saw working there was just as nice as they could be. Even the maintenance staff stopped and held doors and greeted us.

The room itself was nice, if a bit unremarkable. I’ve gotten pretty used to having a small fridge and microwave in every toom we get anywhere we go. This room didn’t boast either of those amenities, which seemed a bit odd. We didn’t end up needing them, but it would’ve been nice just having them available.

We set out for lunch and went to a local shopping area called Redfern village. We wandered about the overpriced shops for a bit (Marilyn saw a watch that she absolutely loved but couldn’t bring herself to buy), then I declared my need for sustenance. We decided upon a place called Gnat’s Landing, which seemed pretty jumping for Friday lunch.

It didn’t take us long to realize that the clientele of this establishment was, ummm, monoethnic. It looked like everyone else there just came from a J Crew photo shoot. I have to admit to enjoying it more when the crowd is a bit more diverse. The biggest difference I could see amongst the women is that some were pre- and post-boob job. That was about it. I caught myself hoping the whole island wasn’t like that.

The lunch tself was good, we ordered way too much and I drank a couple of margaritas (yummy). I had the Fried Green Tomato Sandwich which was good, but not stunningly so. The tomato slices needed to be a tad thinner, in my opinion. But I did enjoy it. Our final tally for lunch hit $60 which was a bit of a sticker shock for the wife and I. We decided to reel in the ordering frenzy for the remainder of our meals or it was going to be one seriously expensive weekend.

After lunch we went back to get the watch Marilyn wanted (and that Emily has been wearing the past few mornings) and then back to the room and got changed and headed for the beach. It was a short little jaunt and there were plenty of well marked public beach access points available. We picked one at random and went down to the water’s edge and set up our base camp.

The wind was blowing pretty strong and the water was chilly, but Emily is not to be deterred by such triflings. In we went. She and I jumped in the waves and scoured the beach for shells so that Emily could take a souvenir to her Nannyboo. As a side note, I din’t find a single intact shell the whole time that did not have a living creature inside it. I found dozens of shells with hermit crabs inside of all of them, from the biggest to the smallest. I just didn’t have the heart to evict the crabs for our own selfish purposes, so back into the drink they went. We played and explored and Marilyn and Jonathan took a stroll down the beach and we wore ourselves out.

After packing up and heading back to the hotel, we got showered up and chose our dinner venue. We ended up choosing Locos Grill & Pub which was just around the corner from the hotel.

I have a general rule that I don’t do franchise restaurants whilst on vacation. Why travel if you are just going to go eat at Applebee’s? You could’ve stayed home and done that. So I have to plead ignorance when agreeing to go there. I didn’t realize it was a franchise and I surely didn’t realize there was one in Martinez. It only took a few seconds inside to realize that we were in a chain restaurant, but at that point, what the hell.

Still full from lunch, I had a salad with buffalo chicken wing stuff on top. It was the same salad you could have at TGIFriday’s or Applebee’s or Chili’s, etc, etc. Acceptable, but unremarkable.

We spent a relaxed evening hanging out with the kids at the hotel and slept like logs.

In the morning, we partook of the free continental breakfast, (there is a reason it is free, too, you couldn’t get people to pay for that) and then frolicked poolside for most of the morning.

After the pool, we went down to the pier to check out what was happening down there.

As soon as we got there, we knew we had found the place we wanted to spend some time in. Much, much more diverse crowd here (a small group of black bikers, mostly older women, roared past us on some absolutely gorgeous Harley’s as we were getting our bearings) and the kind of cheesy “beachiness” that I like so much about Tybee Island was more apparent here. We had lunch at the 4th of May Deli, with my choice being the Poblano Burrito. Quite tasty and pretty big.

We stopped at a nearby ice cream parlor, named Zuzu’s and bought a round of cones.

Wired up on all that sweetness, we took Emily over to a nearby playground, which had a huge number of kids, and let her go wild. Now Emily is not really the wild type, honestly. She doesn’t just go diving in feet first. So it took her a few minutes to acclimatize to the frenetic pace of the playground. But once she got into it she made a new little friend (Madison, I think her name was) and they climbed and explored and dug and whispered things to each other in secret child talk. Jonathan was asleep in the stroller for most of this and Marilyn and he took another stroll while I watched Emily play.

A few hours later, we pried Emily off the playground, kicking and screaming, and headed back to the hotel to clean up and chill out.

For dinner, we headed to Kobe Japanese Steakhouse. Yes, I know, another chain. But Emily and Jonathan had never been to one and we thought the show might be entertaining for them. It was good, Emily loved the fire and always enjoys using chopsticks. Our chef had a hard time understanding that all Emily wanted was plain white rice. He kept slipping different things onto her plate to try and spice it up for her, she would look at me and I would dutifully remove it. She won’t even eat the rice that something else touches. Once it is no longer stark white, she doesn’t want it. Go figure.

That was the end of that evening and again, we wound it down in the hotel room and slept like logs.

Continental breakfast, again. Bleh.

So we hit the beach again Sunday morning and did our new routines with Emily and I jumping in the waves and building doomed sandcastles too close to the water. Marilyn and Jonathan strolled and explored. By 10:30 we packed up and headed back to the hotel to check out.

So all in all, it was a really nice weekend. Not too frenetic, just enough beach time and play time to keep Emily and Jonathan happy, enough relax time to keep Mom and Dad happy. It’s a nice, relaxed, friendly island with lots of family activity things to do (we barely scratched the surface). I think we most definitely will be going back sometime soon. Probably not this year, but I’m hoping we can work it in to the schedule next year.

Next up, Tybee in July!