Today is Monday, July 15th, 2013.
Our first born child, a little girl we named Elizabeth Ann, was born on Tuesday, July 15th, 1997.
Maybe you’re not a math person… and that’s ok. Not everyone is, so I’ll do it for you (eventually).
Caveat: my knowing has nothing to do with math and everything to do with said little girl (who’s not so little anymore) asking the following question every…
I’ve got a million Gyro jokes and puns this morning… just so you know.
I’m still suffering from the defeat to last night’s dinner at the hands of an under-dog Gyro. Strike that. I already don’t like the word association with dog and Gyro, considering the way I feel. And yet, this morning I woke up before my alarm and started my neck stretches, exercises, and early morning walk.
Funny…
I’ve been sitting on this post for a couple weeks. Cheryl and I have discussed this at length, but I’ve waited to put this up until after her big day. I didn’t want her dealing with this, any more than she already would have been, when she was already going to be stressed talking to the folks at the home office in Tallahassee.
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It’s easy to see life altering events after…
Who knows what kind of anxiety I could have built up if I’d known.
Until Friday I had an umbilical hernia. I preferred this name to the more common “belly-button hernia.” Until Friday night I thought the surgery to repair it would be nothing – no more harmful than its silly sounding common name.
I have a couple days under my belt now, and holy shit on a popsicle stick, it wasn’t nothing!
It’s not just today, but it is today in particular.
This is the point in this post where I start making a little sense.
I was nineteen years old when I started dating my wife. To be clear, we weren’t married at the time. Unless a third party arranges a marriage, folks don’t typically date their spouse. The husband and wife part came later for me and mine. Folks often hear this and say…
Beth wanted advice on a homework assignment for a writing class she’s taking at college this semester. Her professor wants the class to come up with two topics for a possible upcoming assignment: write a persuasive essay taking a side of an issue relevant today.
I thought to myself, “yeah sure, possible. Like it’s possible I might take another breath before the end of the semester.”
So…
I’m hoping you’ll read this one, even If you ignore most of my posts.
Tomorrow is Cheryl’s birthday. She’s not going to get what she deserves because it’s impossible to quantify. She’s not going to get what she’s worth because everything is beyond my means.
Instead, she’s going to get up and do what she does every Friday: wake up, take the kids to school, go to work, come home for…
First, a little background.
HANDS OFF THOSE MICE!
I’ll keep it quick.
Beth is a smart, 15 year old kid who has been using computers at home for most of those 15 years. When she was a little over one we bought an original iMac. ‘Twas the day after Thanksgiving (in 1998) and all through the store, folks were swinging mice like weapons, crying the holiday motto: MORE! Then, like now, folks were…
A word of warning: I’m going to do a fair bit of whining to start, but I promise it will get better.
I’m done.
Cheryl thinks I should have come to this conclusion a year ago. That’s how long the pain in my neck, shoulder, arm, and head have beat me up and down. For now I’ve given up on physical therapy, massages, chiropractors, pain management specialists, and a few others lost in the fog…
My first computer with a hard drive of any kind was an original 128 Macintosh in 1984. It was my dad’s, but I was only twelve and a regular user (programing, school projects, etc), so I use the word mine with a clear conscience.
If you only consider that and the computers I’ve owned since, not the parade of PC clones assigned to me at the office, I’ve suffered the effects of ONE hard drive…