Heeler, and I Don’t Mean Benny Hinn

We’ve done some digging and have confirmed that our cute little puppy is not a sharpei.  Nope, she’s a heeler.  Also known as an Australian Cattle Dog.  And that means that she does the following things quite well:

  • Herd Cattle.  Of which I have none
  • Chew on anything and everything that moves and doesn’t move.  We have lots of these
  • Require huge amounts of attention to keep from chewing on anything and everything that moves and doesn’t move.

So its going to be interesting 🙂  Turns out to further make things interesting Jessica may be permanently allergic to the dog.  So we might have to return her to the Colorado Puppy Rescue and let someone else rescue her… again.  We’ll keep you posted.

Customer S… This mailbox is full, you are being transferred to the attendant

I tried to pay for my college classes today.  Tried.  As well as trying earlier in the week.  Accept that the folks responsible are – shockingly – busy.  And thus when I get transferred to their voice mail I also get transferred to the operator at the college because I can’t leave a message in their full mailboxes.  So tomorrow I’m going to drive down to the school, between the hours of 9:30 and 12:00 and pay for classes.

Query: How many phone messages does it take to fill up a voicemail box?  And why do critical-to-business employees have a quota in the first place?
If people want to pay for classes let the appropriate employees have a terabyte of storage space so that you can be making money rather than carefully limiting employee effectiveness.

Interdisciplinary Diction Sprawl

I find that one of the problems with my life experience is that I have tried to learn a lot about a lot of things.  I genuinely want to be a life-long student.  The problem lies in the fact that some fields of study have specific vocabulary that conveys a similar concept in another field.  And if I’ve learned the concept in one field then I accidentally slip in the wrong word.  A prime example that happens to me all of the time is using the word fidelity.

I use fidelity to describe a slew of things that probably should never have that term applied to them.  Photography uses clarity, focus, sharpness and other words, but usually not fidelity – however just like my ‘hi-fi’ stereo system I like high fidelity images.  I also like to think of coffee grounds as maturing in the water instead of brewing.  Why?  Because I’m goofy like that.

What words do you interwingle [which is a made-up word from the internet to convey a usefulness in mixing data from multiple sources]?

Four!

Abby is four today.  Four years ago at 5:30 or so we headed to the hospital in Grapevine, Texas.  At 2:12 PM Abby was born and with great tears of joy I called around the country to announce that she was born.  Here’s the first blog post that I have on her arrival, it was several months after the fact but the post was from before I had WordPress and was running my own home-brewed software.

It’s Here!

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I had to restrain myself because…

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This thing makes me smile big! [and I had to use this warp tool to get my whole smile to fit on the page]

Apple MacBook Pro 15″ 1GB of RAM dual core 1.83 GHz.  And Garage Band for more music making fun!

An Abby a Day

I’m hoping to start a new sub-site here on randypeterman.com called ‘An Abby a Day’  I’m hoping I can get her to cooperate with me enough to create a photo or video blog for her.  She’s a bit young to type, but I want her to get familiar with computers and this may be a way to help move things along 🙂  We’ll see.  After yesterdays post about sending blogs she may get into it.  I won’t be starting it until next week some time, but when I do, I’ll post a link to it and link to it across the site.

Habanero Orange

I need to take a picture when the day light shows up tomorrow, but I picked the bright orange habanero that has grown on our plant.  Yes!  I can’t wait to cry as I consume it in tiny, tiny, tiny quantities.  These things are intense – only their camping site is in your gut… and your gut isn’t heat rated for them.

Sniped

Jessica just got sniped on eBay. For those of you who don’t know what that means it means this: She’s really ticked off because just one minute before the auction was supposed to end someone else bid more than her and ‘won.’ Sniped means that I’m going to have to endure a woman scorned and I had nothing to do with the scorning. Sniped means that she’s going to go out and pay suggested retail on something out of anger. Sniped means… that eBay is not going to be her friend 🙂