My nose and nasal passages have been all sorts of funky with allergies. The plane ride had pressure inside of my head that was crazy. I haven’t acclimated to the change in elevation yet and things are ringing… and no, Becky, they are not phones that I’m hearing ringing. Speaking of which cell phones don’t ring any more. People have MIDI files, MP3 files or various other things that sound off, but I don’t hear nearly as many annoying ‘bing, bing, bing, bong, bo-o-o-ong’ sounds as I used to. I think we’ll hear them again in about 2 years when people think retro-cell sounds are cool again.
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Is There a Bed in Texas?
Tonight was a tough night to put Abby to bed. You see in the morning (or before the morning in my normal sleeping schedule) I will leave for Dallas/Fort Worth. Abby is quite sad that I’m leaving and has been crying upstairs for a while. It is tough to endure that crying, but it must be done. She asked me if there is a bed in Texas (upon which she might sleep, I think). Then she asked that, if I had any friends in Texas, she be taken to meet them when she gets bigger.
I love my wife, my girls, and our house in Aurora as well as church and family here. It is tough leaving them. Evie has been particularly smiley this evening which is good. I will have good ‘last memories’ from before the departure 🙂
Jessica has Always Wanted Lasik…
Sushi
Jessica ate Sushi tonight and liked it. She totally wrestled with the chopsticks, but made up for it in eating raw, uncooked, redundant fish. On top of that she also ate non-fish items like rice, veggies and cooked eel. Good stuff. I had some sushi, but the balance of my meal came from the plate, which balanced quite nicely on the table. Oh, and I ate Kung Pow Chicken! I asked for it to be extra hot. I think the chef thought I meant, warm, which was fine, because the flavor was actually quite nice on top of being warm. Next time I think I’ll have to send it back and complain that I wasn’t crying after the first bite. Dr. Starling, whom we went to dinner with, thought that the KPC was hot, but I think she needs to learn about hot by eating more hot stuff like habanero peppers.
OK, I really need to go to bed now.
Philosophical Paradox
This was going to be a long post about stuff that got way too ranty, too negative, and then just outright rude. Therefore it has been replaced with a happy picture of Evie & Abby that is out of focus – because this post was out of focus.
Wow. I feel better.
New Neighbors
last night I met one of our new neighbors. Her name is Jen, and her husband’s name is Sean. I don’t know how he spells it Sean, Shawn, Shon, Shaughn or Schwann [that’s a joke]. What is amusing for me is that two of my best friends throughout High School were named Sean & Jen, and they briefly dated. However, this is surely not them 🙂
I then proceeded to ride my unicycle (or at least practice riding my unicycle). Which was pretty funny because I’m rather stinky at it still and Jen was raking the leaves in their front yard. I hope that I didn’t scare her. You don’t meet a lot of unicyclers, so it may make her think twice about talking with us again.
Computers, It’s What’s for Dinner
Computers are always improving – well, actually, that’s not true. The technology that makes up computers continues to develop and move forward. Its either progress or greed, but either way, computers are faster now than they’ve ever been. They’re also darn hot. I think that during the Summer I’m going to turn off my computers to reduce the heat generated in my house. Wait, that won’t work for my work. However, they’re darn warm sometimes. I’m thinking we should harness this energy to cook food. Just imagine putting a potato on your CPU and being able to eat it at the end of the work day! And when your potato’s done you can serve it on one of your hard drive platters 😉
Father’s Day
I just got off the phone with Jessica wherein I asked her to buy something for me at Costco. She got a little put out by my request, which I didn’t know what to do with. Then she confessed that she had planned on buying that very thing for me for Father’s day. Drat. Now she’ll have to buy one of the 200 other things that apparently she has on a list of things to buy for me.
I’m a goober. Or as my sister-in-law Sha’i says, “You’re a dork.”
From the Headlines: Bush and Hu Agree Iran Shouldn’t Have Nukes
In what has to be one of the more ‘obvious’ types of statements: most world leaders think that they should be leading. Now, I’ll admit that a bunch of weapons of mass distruction in anyone’s hands is a potentially bad thing, but the Iranians need to just stick to persecuting Christians, selling oil to nations they hate for “un-Allah-ly” [get it?] amounts of money and making statements that only Pat Robertson and Jerry Fallwell could beat.
And the U.S. and China should go about with their lovely trading strategy of the U.S. hating China’s communism, but dirt cheap prices, and the Chinese should love selling trash to the U.S. using raw materials they imported from us with complete distrust. It will be beautiful – there will be world harmony if we all go about despising one another and building better weapons than the other guys. Yeah, its like a luke-warm war instead of a cold war.
Toasted
Do you have fond memories of your grandma? I have fond memories of my Grandma Martin who would make me toast as a child that was based on a form of non-nutrition called ‘white bread.’ To further increase my chances of not getting any nutrition she would slather it with margerine. It was salty, buttery nothingness that was probably as useful for me as rice cakes, but I won’t get into rice cakes.
Then, one year my whole family got sick with some sort of flu/cold thing and the only thing that tastes good to us was toast. We used real butter, but I’m sure that we used lots of it and it tasted fantastic… and we could keep it down. My mom made a lot of it, though my brother and I tried as well to make some.
As you can tell the important women in my life had a toast making knack. Jessica however, did not start out making me toasted bread. Instead she would try to make me pecan pies, because that is what I wanted to eat. Unfortunately those toasted as well. or underbaked, or overflowed, or sideways slipped into the trash can because she was fed up with them. Fortunately many of them turned out and slid onto my fork and into my mouth down into my quickly expanding belly.
And as you may have surmised, pies have a crust, which needs to be baked, which is a lot like toast. So I’m glad to have had toast in my life, it has had special sentimental value that rice cakes have not.
Next time I may share about my other Grandma having carob energy drinks and soy nuts – those are also sentimental but completely unrelated to toast.