the man, the office, the motorcycle, the camera

Ahh… so on Saturday I only mentioned half the men in my life… and the smaller half at that. Today I thought I’d share a little bit about Jarod, since he is missing from most photos and from about 40 hours a week (we are trying to resolve this). But he and his office are the reason I have the best life on earth.
For those of you to whom his job is still an enigma – he works for High Plains Mental Health Center as an apartment manager for 48 units that are available to persons of low income and a diagnosed mental disorder. How I have it figured is his job is 1/3 government paperwork, 1/3 talking with people, and 1/3 fixing toilets and garbage disposals. Hmmmm…
Oh and also, HIPA is pretty much a waste on him because he treats the confidentiality of his tenants like he works for the CIA. So that is pretty much all anybody knows about his job.
The reason that this is “my” blog and not “our” blog is because I am the one who has time to write and not him – and I am pretty sure he doesn’t want to be held accountable for anything I spew out over the world-wide-web. His free time is pretty much consumed with playing with the boy, fixing his motorcycle (a Honda CX500), and taking photographs (please take time to view his work on flickr).
So yeah, just wanted to take this quick commercial break to say he’s pretty cool.

the boy

Chances are, at least until July when the next kid comes, most of you are going to be reading this or glancing at it, for a photo update of Jude. We are bias, but he is a pretty good reason to visit any website. As a highly entertaining 3 year old, he is, what I consider, the best excuse on earth to be unemployed.
Five days week he keeps me amused with his antics, random quotes, and thought provoking questions and views on the world (I hope to share some of those with you if I can just remember to write them down).
I experience, as all “housewives” must, a strong desire for adult conversation and intellectual stimulus throughout the day but mostly I consider the next 18 years a grand experiment; a daily view into questions about anthropology in general ~ and that is highly stimulating.
But on a general day, the grand experiment looks a lot like he and his friends destroying my house with their toys… and of recent violent pirate sword fights. It looks like piles of sand brought in from the sandbox, walks to the library and park, stacks of books, and meals that take WAY too long to account for the no more than 10 bites eaten. He is an undersized child, a verbal child, and perhaps the most over-photographed child in the world. (these are my favorites for 08 so far)