Toys, toys and more toys. With three boys, having lots of toys just comes with the territory, I guess. Action figures and cars are pretty popular right now.
Ah, remote controls. What a chore life would be without them. I think if you’ve grown up without something, you have a better appreciation for when you get it. That’s the case with me and remotes. When I was a kid, we were lucky to have a TV, let alone a fancy one with a remote. I used to have to get up to change the channel. Oh, the struggle.
Back when I lived alone in an apartment I never bothered with what I considered non-essentials. There was a plastic plant hanging in the corner of the main room that was left from the previous tenant. And that’s about it. No pictures, no knickknacks, nothing to look at except a couch, a chair and the TV.
If it weren’t for my wife, our house would not have any decor at all. Thankfully, she enjoys adding interesting touches to our house such as old spice cans.
When I was a kid, I took piano lessons one summer. My Mom bought a metronome to help me keep time when I practiced. My interest in playing the piano faded, I think because I wanted to jump to the good stuff and got bored playing scales over and over.
Now, years later, our church as our old piano, but I still have the metronome.
When our oldest son was eight, he was really into cowboys, guns, and horses. My wife painted his room to match his interest. This life size horse peeked out of the stable (aka. the closet).
When our boys were little, my wife painted an animal mural on all the walls in the playroom. There was a lion, giraffes, a rhino, a toucan, and others set in scenes to resemble their natural habitat. Hidden in the painting were the names of our three boys which they thought was neat.
I used to only wear polo shirts. The wash, dry, wear kind. Wrinkle free. Perfect for a single guy. Then I got married. My wife offered to iron my shirts if I would wear button downs. That worked for a while, but eventually my shirts fell to the bottom of her priority list so I was back to the polos. One day I decided to help out and learn to iron. After watching a couple of YouTube videos I was set. For Christmas I received a “classic” iron. Simple, heavy, steamy. Works like a charm. Once a month when I run out of ironed shirts, I set up the ironing board and do them all.
Back when telemarketers ran rampant with their incessant dinnertime intrusions, we picked up one of these little beauties. It plugs into your phone cord (again back when landlines were commonplace) and let you politely deal with the troublesome caller. Once you determined the person on the other end of the line just called to get your money, you’d simply press the red button and hang up the phone. The caller would hear an attention-getting tone followed by these words delivered by a pleasant-sounding male voice:
I’m sorry this number does not accept this type of call. Please regard this as your notification to remove this number from your list. Thank you.
Once the government came up with the Do Not Call list, we promptly added our number and the unwanted calls stopped.
Whether it’s a desktop or laptop, I need a mouse. Over time I’ve gradually updated from wired with a ball, to wireless with a laser (?). At work though, I still have the classic Microsoft wired mouse. It works flawlessly and I have no need or desire to give it up. Every once in a while I’ll take a pin and clean out the fuzz. Also, I’ll roughen the spot where my thumb rests by making crosshatch marks. When it’s too smooth, I get an odd touch sensation. As long as there’s texture, I’m fine.
The mouse in the picture has been well used by me and my family. At one point some sort of gel oozed out of the thumb side and I thought the mouse’s demise was imminent. However, after I dabbed up the goo and removed the loose rubber, all was well.