I’ve been doing a lot work on my family tree this week. I found a few new possible branches, but mostly I’ve been cleaning up, and there’s a lot of it left to do.
I do most of my research online, and one set of data lives there. Another set, my master copy, lives on my hard drive, mirrored on a second, AND backed up to a remote server.
Yes, I’m that paranoid.
You may see…
I’m used to UF winning football games, but not by three points, and definitely not with less than 15 seconds left on the clock.
I needed that like I need elective oral surgery.
Why do we do this to ourselves? I tell people I’m not the biggest sports fan, that my life doesn’t wax and wane on the outcome of a game. I prefer to think of it as a half-truth rather than half-lie. Come…
It’s not as bad as it sounds, or will sound (if you can make any sense of it). This week I’ve been sick (again/still – pick your adverb) and between medications. I’ve been weening myself from caffeine, on doctor’s orders, and I’m suffering the consequences. My meds of choice for headache are no longer part of the arsenal – due to the caffeine, so I’m…
They have my number, so they call me.
Nothing about my job is life or death, but it’s not insignificant either. Parents, children, and court orders fill my day. The parents call me because they don’t know who else to call and I usually have an answer. They don’t always like the answer and I’m not naive enough to believe they always accept it (or act on it), but some do…
I’m back at work this week, a little reluctantly. I’m still expelling – those of you with respiratory issues feel me. I feel run over. Those of you who haven’t been run over – I don’t recommend it.
However, my thumb – the real reason I haven’t posted in a while – still throbs. You may not know this, but approximately three out of every four…
Call it generational bias. Blame it on the way history is taught in school (with one exception, in my case). The world before 1960 seems black and white. I hear it in the stories older generations tell.
It’s not, of course. The world isn’t just filled with gray, it’s filled with all the colors of the spectrum.
I’ve been fooling around with a birthday gift the last few days…
Maybe it’s his small body. Maybe it’s just hardwired into a four year old boy.
Adam is showing an early flair for maneuvering, pattern recognition, and tactics. I think he’s worked out every long approach to a padded landing in the house. “Adam, no running!” comes out of my mouth on autopilot, like “God bless you” when someone sneezes. It comes out a…
I’m living life with Snow Leopard and iTunes 9. Fellow Apple fan-boys (or excuse me, girls) know what I’m talking about.
I’m giving the Genius Mixes a whirl in iTunes 9, and “Rock Mix 6” is a collection of music ripped from the CDs of my childhood. Yes, I’m one of those people: all my of CDs are ripped, roaring, and ready to go on my Mac.
It’s been a…
My mother-in-law called me earlier. She told me it was 63 degrees in New Hampshire, but it was raining.
Everything before the comma was good natured taunting – it’s still seat sticking hot here. Vinyl seats are cruel and unusual punishment. I think the raining bit was supposed to cushion the blow, but I’m the odd Floridian who doesn’t like this much sun.
I would replace the…
“Grandma’s coming home tomorrow right? I can’t wait!”
That was Beth Wednesday night, talking to me and our pastor on the first night of confirmation class this (school) year.
“So when will she be coming HOME home?”
That was when Beth realized home can be a relative term.
“Oh,” she replied, crestfallen.
That was when I told her the truth, unvarnished…