Someone searched on the Interwebs and got to my site. They searched for”Neopolitan Dynamite part 2.” I can’t even imagine what the first movie about exploding ice cream would contain, let alone a sequel. It seems that Hollywood is reaching pretty far now 🙂
Author Archives: Randy Peterman
A Day of Tears
Today at church we said good-bye to our friends the Pools. They’ll be moving to Virginia later this week and we won’t see them as regularly. Fortunately Rachel has family here so they’ll be back at times and we’ll get to see them. I was very sad to see them leave. The Lord has a plan for them and I’m OK with their departure. We had to leave friends and family when we left Nevada and Texas.
One of the families we left in Texas was the Mason’s. They’ve been planning and trying to adopt a baby from China for about three years now. Today, in China, they picked up their baby girl Nadia. Jessica and I had tears streaming down our faces as we watched these videos of Luanne & Mike holding their new baby girl. They will be heading home after about a week’s time I believe. We can’t wait to meet Nadia and see them again as a bigger family.
Many tears today, but we’re glad for what the Lord is doing!
iLustForAniPhone
I used an iPhone today. Crap. I totally want one – like I’d probably sell one of my internal organs for one. Its cooler than cool. It may single-handedly be able to reverse global warning and help find the cure for Paris Hilton. Wow.
The downside is that I also want the $500.00 that it has as a requirement to get one 🙂
Color Me More Biaseder
If I wasn’t biased before – I am more biased now. Microsoft has patented an adware framework. They want to patent the concept and lets pray that they don’t use it. You can read more about it here. I’m a Mac & Linux fanboy, and I know that many of you know that, but please, for all that is good let Microsoft know this is unacceptable.
A Customer Service Story & A Joke
Today on my lunch break Jessica and I went to go close a bank account at a bank we don’t want to use any longer. Upon going into the bank the two gals that were closest to one another behind the counter were bandying back and forth about getting married to a millionaire – together. They argued who would get access to the money and who would have to sleep with the guy (they were definitely interested in the money and not the man who had accrued it). Its the kind of customer service you dream of from a bank. It reminded me of this joke:
A man is in a bar and finds a woman down the bar from him attractive. He picks up his drink and slides on down next to her. He looks her in the eye and says, “Would you sleep with me for $1,000,000.00?”
She sizes him up, thinks for a moment and then says, “Yes.”
The man looks back at her and says, “Would you sleep with me for $100.00?”
“What kind of woman do you take me for,” she asks.
“We’ve already established you’re a whore, now we’re just haggling over the price!”
Garage Sailing
This weekend we had a garage sale. It wasn’t a huge affair but we offloaded a lot of junk to other families who seemed to think they needed them. We had lots of baby stuff that new grandparents were excited to pick up and I learned some new things about people. Some people were negotiators and some people were glad to get things at less than store prices. Some people didn’t speak English. One gal was kindly garage saling with a woman who was severely handicapped. She helped me understand the woman and monitored the purchases to make sure that all of her money was spent.
I had one family show up and they low balled me on my PS2 – I didn’t flinch. They paid for most of what they picked up in quarters. I would have been unhappy accepting quarters for a PS2 🙂 The sale went well and we got to know a few neighbors as well.
The officially best moment for me was the group of guys stacking a couch & seat on top of a mini van and throwing ropes over the top. Something about it looked horribly catastrophic. They drove away and I didn’t find shattered couches near our house so I hope that they got it back to their domicile.
Pluralistic Poohs
Evelyn just climbed up into our recliner, dropper her Winnie the Pooh book off the side on accident and declaired, “Uh, Oh! Poohs, Poohs, Poohs!”
Something about the plural nature of Poohs just amuses me more than it should 🙂
The Fridge Saga Part III
Since our fridge is apparently the most important part of our lives I thought I’d point out that today the repairman came and upon arriving he disassembled various parts of the two chambers and determined that he needed to order a part. That part should arrive on Monday. The person designated by some computer some time after the part arrives will be hear sometime on the 23rd. In case you’re keeping track that would be around three weeks of borked fridge time. I think they need to rename our deluxe fridge a Kenless instead of a Kenmore.
Thankful Thursday: Wayne Anderson
I have a neighbor down the street named Wayne. Wayne happens to also go to church with me, but for now I’m going to just be thankful for neighbor Wayne. Neighbor Wayne has been incredibly helpful this first two years that we’ve been home owners. Wayne has helped me with many projects, and even has managed to help me when I wasn’t home (like fixing my sink plumbing when I was out of town). Wayne enjoys joking and hanging out, but he also likes to educate me and that’s just cool. So we can laugh, we’ve even cried (like grown men do, no sissy crying), and we’ve probably learned a thing or two from one another. I’m thankful for Wayne because he’s just been really, really awesome. I hope I can be that sort of neighbor to my other neighbors some day.
Wayne’s wife Sue is also an amazing sweetheart and I’m grateful for her friendship as well. Jessica has learned a great deal from Sue in many areas and we would probably trade our car for a large case of her apple pies.
Rotten Eggs
So this morning Krystal came over to work out with Jessica. But she arrived as my eggs that Jessica was kindly cooking finished cooking and Jessica set them aside on a plate and let them sit there while they chatted about yoga, pilates and ran their mouths burning more calories. My egg, however, was losing temperature fast. Heat transfer was taking place due to the cold plate, the cool air around the top of the egg, and the fact that moisture was exiting the egg through evaporation.
Jessica marched it down to my office and in a loving way as she exited my office declared, “Its probably cold.” Fortunately she didn’t finish the sentence with recommended methods of arming it up like sticking the egg under my armpits or sitting on it.