Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Breakfast

I know what you are wondering: Bryant seems sweeter these last few years. How is that? Well, it’s time I let you in on one of my secrets. At work, for the last 2 years, I’ve had the exact same breakfast every single workday. The weekends don’t count, but if it’s Monday thru Friday and I'm in the office, it’ll be peanut butter and honey toast for me.

Specifically, I make two slices of wheat toast (closer to burnt than not toasted enough) with a light spread of peanut butter (plain, not chunky) which is topped by an excessive amount of honey. I need enough spillover for sopping.

People at my office call it the BG Special. It’s quite an amazing treat, the highlight of my day. I look forward to it every morning. I eat it at my desk while I read the news, being as careful as possible not to get honey on my keyboard. But I always get a little honey somewhere, not much I can do about it.

Now you know.


Friday, June 20, 2008

Central Park Zoo

Last Thursday evening we went to the Central Park Zoo for a barbecue.






Thursday, June 19, 2008

Kung Fu Panda





As promised, a few pics from Sam's "real" birthday party.  15 friends went to see Kung Fu Panda.  They loved it!

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Happy Birthday Sam!

Sam turned 5 on June 1st! We celebrated it with the Brassell's on the night of his birthday. Earlier that day, after church, we went to see the new Indiana Jones movie. We saw the first three leading up to this opening. He loves Doctor Jones!





Sam also had a birthday celebration with his class. Mom made cupcakes and read a story to the kids. That's Shane next to Sam. If you are reading this, you probably heard the story about Shane a few weeks ago.


Birthweek wrapped up this past Saturday with the big Kung-Fu Panda party. 15 5 year olds. You bet! That blog is coming soon....

Monday, May 26, 2008

Letting It Grow Out

I’ve cared far too little about haircuts for far too long. There are a few reasons: Firstly, I wasn’t blessed with hair that can be molded well. Even with the best of stylists, my options are limited. Secondly, I was burned in 10th grade by the wife of the devil. She was some ignorant stylist in Longview, Texas that convinced me of a perm. Remember the 80’s when guys got the back of their hair permed? It was the ‘business in the front, party in the back’ look. Not a mullet, technically speaking. So this idiotic stylist thought the opposite would suit me well. She persuaded me to get a perm in the front and keep it straight in the back. The only person on Earth more stupid than her was me. I was convinced to give it a whirl, mainly out of frustration over point number one. It was horrible. I still have nightmares about having to go to school looking that way. The problem in those days was that an error of this variety could not be erased by simply going to a different barber for a buzz cut. I missed that by one year. I was in 11th grade when the buzz cut look became popular. I had to let this party fade naturally. Tick tock. It took months. Only by the grace of God are there no pictures of me during this stage of life. So as far as any reader is concerned, this never happened. I’m not sure it did now that I think about it. If it did, I’m scarred by it. Thirdly, I suffer from a lack of patience. Waiting to get my haircut is painful. There is a Supercuts along the path from my office to my home. On my way home from work, I’ll poke my head in. If more than one pathetic soul is waiting, I keep walking. Can’t stand waiting for a haircut.

Born in the summer of ’68, this summer brings forth a milestone birthday. So in spending time reflecting on what needs to change now that I’m getting older, I’ve realized that my hair deserves better. It’s time to get slightly more serious about haircuts. So yesterday, I went to Elana at Hair’s Castle. I’ve never given that name much thought, but Hair’s Castle is a very confusing name. Hair’s Castle? They give balloons to their customers. And lollipops. Sam and I went Saturday. His chair was in the shape of a race car. He got to watch Sponge Bob. I did not sit in that chair. They also have chair-shaped chairs for big people.

Elana is from Russia. She does Christine’s hair too. She’s really good they say. So I sit down and she asks me what we want to do. Right now you might think this story is going somewhere. It’s really not. Nothing crazy happened. I’m just up early on Memorial Day morning. Too bored to read.

So instead of “Use a two around the sides and back and scissor cut it to finger length on top”, I say “What do you think”? Those words don’t get uttered at Supercuts. I felt safer at Hair’s Castle. At first she thought we should start letting it grow out. Upon further assessment, she realized we have a few cowlicks. So Elana decided we should do a 2 around the sides and back, but not touch the top. She has plans. “You need to keep coming to me. We’ll work on this.”

Did I mention I’m turning 40 this summer? We have mirrored doors to our medicine shelves at home in our bathroom. When you open both of them you can create a mirror triangle. Periodically, I’ll insert my head into the middle of said triangle. I usually do this when I’m bored. It’s weird to see yourself from different angles. Well, lately I’ve noticed that when I enter the mirror triangle, an optical illusion of some sort almost makes it look as though I’m “thinning” on the top of my head. Strange.

Back to the chair-shaped chair. “We’re going to leave the top alone”, she said. Using her scissors to circularly point to a region, she continued: “You have a spot we want to let grow out a bit”. Elana is smooth. Not only has she convinced me that I need to start using her for strategical reasons, she’s sensitive. I suppose that is Haircuttery 101: Never call it what it is. There’s no faster way to lose a customer.

Next time you see me, ask me to tilt my head so you can see where I’m letting my hair “grow out a bit”.

I’ll also let you see the hair inside my ears.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Sring Break 2008: Puerto Rico

We had a wonderful time in Fajardo, Puerto Rico. A little fun in the sun was just what we needed. Enjoy the pictures!





















Monday, March 31, 2008

Congratulations!


Well, it's looking more and more every day like this computer thing has legs. I was convinced they were a fad.

The Gullette family stepped up and splurged on an I-Mac! If you've never been to an Apple store, you are missing out. If you've never been to the primo Apple store on Fifth Avenue, you are doubly missing out. It's an experience like none other. You can go in there at 2pm on a Monday and it will be packed. There are probably 40 salesmen working the floor and another 20 working registers.

There were probably 50 people in line to trade money for gadgets this past Friday. But as promised by my salesman, it only took 5 1/2 minutes to get to the front.

After my credit card cleared, he handed me my I-Mac and left me with one parting word:

Congratulations!

Not "Thank You". It was "Congratulations". I've never been so proud of a purchase! I'm in now! I own an I-Mac!

Toting it home, I was getting stares from people on the street. I can only imagine they were saying "wow, check him out. he did it!" I was waiting for them to congratulate me as well.

What are you waiting on? Go get yourself an I-Mac.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

What You Talkin Bout, Willis?







So Christine's out big-timing with the celebs while daddy's at home taking care of the kids...
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Last week Christine was invited to the opening of a new restaurant/winebar owned by Bruce Willis. One of her friends from PS 158's husband is one of the chefs at the new restaurant.
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Hey, it's me (Christine). I so did not feel like going out that night, but it was worth it b/c Bruce Willis was there. He is very handsome in person and seemed friendly enough (at least he looked my way so I could get a shot). I was embarassing half of my friends, but I had to get a picture. He was right there and what do I care if Bruce thinks I am a big dork. We ended up having a fun night with lots of laughs with girlfriends. At one point, my friend Erinn said "would you just put that camera away, we need to give him some kind of privacy". I may not get invited back again.
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The guy in the picture with us and with Bruce is Yan Leoni (he is the chef). Also, many of the cast members from The Soprano's were there but I never watched that so I wasn't so into them. I love people watching at these events (very interesting people).




Tuesday, March 04, 2008


Three years ago, the Gullette Gang rolled into New York like we knew what we were doing. We had no clue. What an insane first day. I doubted us making it a month based on that first day. See my blog from the third day in the city: http://gullettesinnewyork.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-wasnt-easy.html

Fortunately, the past thousand days have been much better, give or take a few trips to the emergency room. (Tip: If your child sticks an object up their nostril, hold the other nostril shut and blow hard in their mouth. If you are lucky, said object will pop right out and you will jump up and down as though you hit the lottery. If you are unlucky, you will spend no less than 4 hours in the emergency room waiting for 12 minutes worth of attention. We are batting .500 right now with Brooke.)

This is an important anniversary for us. While my employer thought of this as a permanent move, we always thought of ourselves as Texans on loan to New York for two to three years. We had no clue what would be on the other side of the 3-year hurdle, but we told ourselves we would only stay longer if we wanted to. We will always be Texans, but we ain’t ready to leave just yet. In fact, we just recently renewed our lease on the apartment. Our next hurdle is June 2009. Thanks to my skills as a master negotiator, I was able to convince our apartment management to only raise our rent 9.9%. Those crooks wanted 10%! You’ve got to get up early in the morning to pull one over on BG.

In thinking back to our list of pros and cons regarding a move to the city, I recall the biggest cons being the weather and the rude people. Thanks to global warming, heaters and coats, the cold isn't as bad as they say. We actually enjoy the winter here. As for the rude New Yorkers, of course you run into the occasional old grouch, but for the most part, the city is filled with genuinely nice, thoughtful, helpful individuals. The difference is that you are exposed to more people here. In Dallas, people drive from their office to their garage, having very limited contact with people. Here, we learn to live shoulder to shoulder with each other. Even though you occasionally bump shoulders with a crab, the increased exposure is good for us, I think. It’s amazing how you can live in such a crowded city and continue to see all the same people. This past Saturday while taking Sam for a much-needed haircut, I decided to sit facing the front window to see who I’d see. Sure enough, I saw friends walking by. I stopped them and they came into the Hair’s Castle for a chat. I like our little neck of the woods.

Update on our church: We started nearly three years ago as a church of less than 10 people. It wasn’t easy, especially when also trying to navigate a new city and a new job. There were more lows than highs the first couple years, but we’ve learned a lot about ourselves through that journey, and this past year has been wonderful. We’ve grown to an average of 200 people each Sunday, and count many of them as close friends.

Earlier this year, I was “ordained” as a “deacon”. I put those words in quotes because I feel silly even saying them. I have no business being “ordained” for anything. And the title “deacon”--- between us, I don’t know if I like it. It sounds so 1970’s churchy. I should be fatter with a bad suit to be a deacon, right? But I love the role and the opportunity it brings.

From my ordination a few weeks ago: “As a deacon in the Church, you are to study the Holy Scriptures, to seek nourishment from them, and to model your life upon them. You are to make Christ and his redemptive love known, by your word and example, to those among whom you live, and work, and worship. You are to interpret to the Church the needs, concerns, and hopes of the world. You are to assist the elders in public worship and in the ministration of God’s Word and Sacraments, and you are to carry out other duties assigned to you from time to time. At all times, your life and teaching are to show Christ’s people that in serving the helpless they are serving Christ himself.”

A deacon must have a wife that is well respected, does not speak evil of others, exercises self-control and is faithful in everything she does. All those things are clearly true of Christine. She has a shirt that says “Smile. It confuses people”. It fits her personality perfectly.

So with our church, I’ve been spending a lot of time trying to make our children’s ministry a first class operation. Christine has been a big part of that as well. Outside of the children’s area, I think we both have the opportunity to impact younger people here. Compared to most in our church, we are old as dirt. We’ve experienced a lot they haven’t, and to the extent we can guide them through life’s tougher decisions, I think we can be very helpful. Yesterday, not in church, but in line at the grocery store, a guy looking roughly my age said “Yes Sir” to me. What’s that about?

Work is going well. I'm thankful for the job, the ability to work with great people, and most importantly, the flexibility to see my family each morning, and make it home for dinner with them each night. Having a boss that understands this desire is not to be taken for granted in this city.

No Pets Allowed. If not for that rule, our kids would want to live in the city forever. I made the mistake of taking them to a pet store in the mall recently. I thought I’d never hear the end of it. Each of our children has great friends. They are fortunate. They are learning a lot (mostly good, but some bad) through living in the city.

Christine calls those perfect New York moments “New York Moments”. Thank God she has more of those than “New York Sucks” moments. She easily has the toughest job, raising three kids in the city. She pulls it off with grace.
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Gotta Get Away: We've fortunately been able to travel quite a bit in the past three years. That's little more than a forced segue allowing me to quote Mark Twain: "Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime." I love that quote. I love it because the same can probably be said for spending a few years of one's life in New York City.

Here’s to living one year at a time with absolutely no clue what the future brings. Happy Anniversary To Us!!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Brooke and Sam

As you can see below, Brooke is a nut.


Sam got a haircut this past Saturday.
A picture of Sam's new bed. We bought it at Ikea, and installed it using all but three of the pieces in the box.
We also took the bunk beds apart. There's less floor space, but we all agree it's much better without the bunks. Too many bumped heads.

Back to the nut. She put this on by herself. It's not even on, which is irrelevant in her world.


Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Winter Break



Here are a few pictures from our trip to northern Pennsylvania last week. Our friends the Brassells invited us to their brother's mountain house. It was a fun getaway. Good food, a warm fireplace and a nice hill for sledding.


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Sam's Field Trip

A picture taken by a class mom during yesterday's field trip to see a play. Not the best picture in the world, but it does show the infamous Rocco in the blue coat directly in front of Sam. It also shows Ryan in the red coat. Ryan and Sam are best friends. Each of the boys is having to walk with their girl partner. Sam is with Shane in the fur hood.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

Rose

For those addicted to blogs, you should add the Rose Family's blog to your favorites. They are much better at updating their blog and the content is always A+. The trick is to figure out which of them is writing any given blog. The Gullette family is blessed to know them. They just might be the coolest couple in NYC.

Get you some:

http://www.kristiankatyrose.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Baby Alive?





Well, Baby Alive's not so alive anymore. We've only had her since Christmas, and she just looks pathetic, bless her heart. I am not even sure how this happened. Sam says he didn't do it, so that must be true! She was one of the more popular toys with all the friends--feeding her and then waiting for the poop. I picked her up the other day while I was cleaning the kids room and just started laughing so hard. She is so scary looking. I think this picture makes her look much better than she does. She had no clothes on, her hair looks like it is thinning and so greasy (probably from some product Brooke put on her), and her cheek and chin are both ripped. Brookie said"uh oh, she needs a bandaid." Well we did not keep her. We put her in the Trash Chute to Heaven. She looked so disturbing, like Chuckie's baby sister, and I could not let Brooke and her friends play with a doll that looks like that. I told Brooke that she was not a good Mommy and she said "I know". Love, Christine


Sunday, February 03, 2008

MLK Day





It's been a while. Sorry. All is good though. We took a road trip down to Philly a few weekends ago. Our friends, the Brassell's, invited us down to their annual family crab boil. We all had a great time. We checked into a nearby Sheraton with an indoor pool. It was in the upper teens outside, which made swimming really nice. Sam made great strides and is actually a swimmer now. We were so proud of him.