Do you remember the good old days when “huffing” only happened in fairy tales? Maybe you were as surprised as I was to hear that huffing is a hip happening at youth hang outs? Sure, kids used to get a little flighty building plastic models in their stuffy, unventilated bed rooms… but let’s not get too personal here. Now this morning’s paper would have us believe…
I just hate those mornings when I’m running late. I wonder how my boss feels about it? If I feel worse about it than my boss, does that say more about me or my boss? Is it a sign of maturity or maladjustment? Am I making matters worse? Am I looking forward to getting to work that much this morning?
Inspiration strikes! It’s just too damn nice outside. It is April after all. That means…
Going from one software package to another can be hell. I’ve done it once already on this thing I don’t really have a name for. Some call them “Weblogs”. Others call them “Blogs” for short. Personally, I hate those names. To me, it just is. Anyway, I’ve had a couple systems for this thing I don’t call a blog. For a while I stuck with vanilla HTML.
Here’s a sure fire formula for drawing ire from your wife… spend all of your Sunday afternoon fiddling with your computer. Of course this is by no means a new lesson, not in our house anyway. Today was just a refresher course.
The page you are looking at is the source of this ire, a newly formatted weblog for me to play with. How many of you are familiar with databases, server side…
My wallet was feeling flush with the unexpected weight of cash. I ran down stairs, to buy my lunch for a change, and whipped out my freshly minted twenty. The first thing I noticed was butterflies. “What the hell are yellow butterflies doing on my twenty dollar bill? Did someone spike my water bottle this morning?” I took a closer look and noticed they weren’t butterflies at all.
In four days time the first trimester will be over. This is just the kind of milestone that warrants reflection. No, seriously.
We’ve ushered in the concept of multiple birth to our consciousness. We’ve had climactic doctor’s visits. We’ve listened to the sound of heart beats seemingly in stereo. We’ve discovered Beth is clever enough to notice when a bulge appears in…