Thursday, August 14, 2008
Laptop Geekout (and other News)
Happiness is a warm laptop.
Ecstasy is four warm laptops! (One is on my lap, so it isn't pictured, but take my word for it - it's plenty warm!)
There's the official Dell home laptop; the old work laptop (four years in constant use and still running strong); the new used Linux laptop (Red Hat 5.2 being installed); and the new Dell work
laptop (on my lap), currently being loaded with all the software and data which was on the old work laptop.
Never thought those tv trays we got from the Greens would come in quite so handy. But here we are, late at night, running four laptops and watching the Olympics.
Ain't technology wunnerful?
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James' New Haircut
Erin Sits Around Getting Fat
Kids Play Games Together
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Another Very Important Public Announcement!
Brother Craig is now entering his third decade of life, and we wish him all the happiness and joy and fun in the world, although he's probably already guaranteed a large portion of that by living in the beautiful albeit somewhat overpriced state of Colorado. Which we would like to visit. Someday. When travel prices subside a bit.
Happy Birthday, Craig! Keep those pictures and videos and musical interludes coming!
Happy Birthday, Craig! Keep those pictures and videos and musical interludes coming!
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
Exhausted Again
Thursday was an exhausting day. My body was giving me signs of distress (aches, pains, etc.) that could not be alleviated by the normal doses of analgesics and antihistamines; the folks at work were stressing me out with their whining and complaining and demanding that things be accomplished; Cheryl and I were in charge of the Junior High class at VBS, which consisted of a community service project; and by the end of the day, collapse was imminent.
Friday was not any improvement. The body was still not feeling up to par, people at work were still freaking out about the amount of work that still wasn't done, and because it was the final night of VBS it was impossible to just go home and fall into bed. {After all, how could I possibly miss out on the community cook-out and water-balloon battle?? It isn't every day you get to chase the preacher around the building with a loaded water-balloon!}
Today is the Company picnic. Downtown. Free food. Free museum passes.
I woke up this morning with no trace of a headache or body ache or anything that might distract from a wonderful day. The family is sleeping in, so the house is quiet. {We were up late last night watching Part 3 of John Adams, which is a remarkable and quite interesting HBO series which prompted us to jump on the Internet while it was going on, to verify the information it was presenting so that our children would be sure to have the full story.} The cats are fed, the news is read, and in a few moments I'll start up the coffee pot to lure Cheryl downstairs so we can all have some breakfast.
Friday was not any improvement. The body was still not feeling up to par, people at work were still freaking out about the amount of work that still wasn't done, and because it was the final night of VBS it was impossible to just go home and fall into bed. {After all, how could I possibly miss out on the community cook-out and water-balloon battle?? It isn't every day you get to chase the preacher around the building with a loaded water-balloon!}
Today is the Company picnic. Downtown. Free food. Free museum passes.
I woke up this morning with no trace of a headache or body ache or anything that might distract from a wonderful day. The family is sleeping in, so the house is quiet. {We were up late last night watching Part 3 of John Adams, which is a remarkable and quite interesting HBO series which prompted us to jump on the Internet while it was going on, to verify the information it was presenting so that our children would be sure to have the full story.} The cats are fed, the news is read, and in a few moments I'll start up the coffee pot to lure Cheryl downstairs so we can all have some breakfast.
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