Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
Just when you thought it was safe, I show up...


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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Self Examination

One thing that Facebook has done recently is forced me to look into myself, and allowed me to look into others. I don't think 20 years ago I would have been so honest about myself.

The newest thing to go around Facebook is the 17 or 25 Random Facts about Me. It started off at 17, then went to 25. It will go up to 35, then 50, then up to 100, until some joker is going to start a "172 Random Things About Me" and I'll have to start saying things like "There is a bug on my wall right now, and I want to smash it, but it's not bothering anyone" or I'll just have to start making things up:

I am the cloned bastard child of Beethoven, Albert Einstein, Queen Victoria I, Marie Antoinette, Ronald Reagan, and Pee Wee Herman, and my second maternal grandmother twice removed is Lucille Ball.

...which explains everything, right?

I wrote a 17 list on this blog and added to it last night to create a 25 list. Actually, I took a few things out, added a few things, and then posted it.

I find there to be several common themes:

1. We have relatives that have died, and we wish we could see them just one more time.
2. We know who our friends are, and we know why.
3. We all have a sense of humor.
4. We all love our children, dearly, completely, without question, which is the way it should be.
5. Our role models are quality, wholesome, decent people.

The rest of the facts are truly random, but quite interesting. I hope to read more soon.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Hayden's Lullaby

January 18th was Hayden's 2nd birthday. I took Alex and Hayden out to eat with friends, and then spent some time at home with them.

A friend of mine on Facebook told me recently that she always remembered I had a song in my head. I would tap it out on the desk, or a book, or I'd be humming something. She imagined I had the tunes fully written in my head.

Well, she was right, most of the time. Some of those tunes I did keep and write down.

When Hayden was born, I held him in my arms as he slept. I formed a melody in my head, and as soon as I put him down into his bed at the hospital, I wrote the melody on the whiteboard in my wife's room. I had to draw the staves, but I got it all down, took a picture on my mother-in-law's camera, and saved it for later.

I did get around to making the melody. I harmonized it as a wind quartet.

UPDATE: I finally finished the full orchestration:

Saturday, January 17, 2009


This stems from yet another annoying shopping moment. I'll keep this brief, as it's pretty simple.

Express Checkout Lanes. They are X amount of items or less. Could be 10, could be 20, depends on the store.

Count the items in your basket or buggy or in your arms. If they are more than the Express Checkout limit, go to another non-Express Checkout Lane!

Please, for the love of God, count your items, before I direct you myself the next time I'm behind you in line with my 5 items, 2 kids, and no patience.

This public service announcement brought to you by All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Pennies to Dollars

So I was at WalMart in Bryan last night after going to the gym with my friend Jeff. I picked up a few essentials (Cheerios, Shiner Bock, tuna, and salmon) and made my way to the checkouts. I had less than 20 items, so I went to the Express Checkout lane.

In front of us, already in line, was a woman riding one of those battery powered buggies. In her cart was 5 items -- a Dyson vacuum cleaner that retails for about $350, and 4 Hannah Montana clearance Christmas tree ornaments that sold for about $1 each. When Jeff and I arrived in line, the woman was debating the price of an item.

Not the $350 Dyson, mind you -- she was debating the price of the ornament. She argued the price was supposed to be 50 cents. We stood in line behind her for about 2 minutes, listening to her arguments and pleas as to why she was being overcharged for the items.

Why do people do this? Why are people dollar fooling and penny wise? Why did she argue 25 cents off when she already dropped $350 plus 8+ percent sales tax on her vacuum cleaner? Was it THAT important that she save $1 on her total purchase?

I'm not knocking Dyson vacuums at all -- they are great vacuums, do a fine job, and are worth the money, hands down. The logic this woman employed, however, made me want to go up to her, plop down $2.16 for her ornaments, and tell her "Please, it's on me. I'm getting old standing here waiting for you to get that $1 back!"

I truly have no patience for people like that...

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

17 Random Things

I did this for Facebook today, and I thought it would be appropriate for this site. My Facebook Notes will contain a duplicate now (I post all of my blogs here on Facebook as notes, anyway, but as most chain letters go, I had to "tag" 16 of my friends)

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 17 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1. When I am uncomfortable in my sleep, I dream of large and dangerous looking bugs.
2. I have 2 very cute little boys, who will grow up one day and will join their older siblings and kick my ass.
3. I hate drama -- at work, at home, anywhere.
4. I have a cleft left ear.
5. Hayden has a cleft left ear.
6. I have no patience.
7. I will confront anyone about anything, and I won't feel bad about it until after I've made my point.
8. I used to run a mile in 5 and a half minutes.
9. I have written music in my dreams.
10. I am over double my heaviest weight in high school.
11. I absolutely hate being alone.
12. I love driving 100 miles an hour.
13. I need about 25 million dollars to take care of certain things in my life and my family's lives.
14. If I had the means, I'd become a vigilante.
15. I'd would do nearly anything to see my grandfathers again.
16. I do not want to die...
17. ...but hurt or threaten my children, and I'd die to protect or avenge them. Knock me down, and I'll get up and take another beating. I would not care how much pain I would endure, I would take it all, and then some, to make sure my children live. Period.

Friday, January 2, 2009

No Ticket

I love this scene:

For those of you that cannot see the embedded video, click here.


Happy New Year!

Though I had the boys for the evening and today, I still participated in festivities at Jeff's house. He had a few friends over -- well, it turned out to be about 20 guests, but it was all in great fun. We watched the ball drop "live" made our phone calls, but at 12:15AM I had to get home. There was no way Hayden could sleep in the middle of all that activity, and Alex got VERY cranky. I took my cigar (which I have yet to smoke) and went home. The good thing was the kids slept 8 hours, and they spent a very active day today.

I'm not sure about this year. The divorce is not yet final, we have to file income taxes, and who knows what else will happen. I just hope this year is better than last year.