Happy Father’s Day to my dad, my fathers-in-law and to my brother [and everyone else]. Also, today is a special day to commemorate grandpas, I’ve got one living, but even the one that isn’t was special to me. Happy Father’s day Grandpa Peterman [there is a one in three-thousand-milliont-trillion-quadrillion chance he’ll actually read this].
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Time Zoned
We have been all screwed up the last 36 hours from jumping ahead 2 hours. When we left Denver International Airport the weather was overcast and cloudy. Ascention into the clouds was highly turbulent. We dropped probably [Randy pulls a number out of his head] 10-15 feet with one bump and experience zero gravity for a moment. It was beautiful. Abby and Jessica were really scared. Evie continued to suck on her pacifier as normal and the stewardesses did a song-and-dance about the airline not paying for people to get new underwear no matter how soiled they were. It was not a good time and fun was not had by all.
Upong getting above the clouds Jessica went to the restroom because apparently she was feeling risky. In the restroom the captain turned on the fasten seatbelt sign and we hit more turbulence. More bumps. More Jessica being concerned by herself in a small confined space. Five starts for fun.
We finally arrived here in Indy about 11:50 PM. 20 minutes late, which isn’t bad for all of the detouring the pilot had to do to avoid other storms. He had taken us to more than 40,000 feet [12.2 kilometers] to get above some of the funk and to move faster through the atmosphere. That late we were able to haul tailfin to the terminal gate and debark de flyer. John and Kelsey met us past the insecurity area and we collected all 5,000 pieces of luggage and packed into the Buick (pronounced like Quick, but with a b, like bwick). Fortunately the Peers don’t live 2 hours away from the Indy airport so we got to bed by 1:00 AM. The girls are adjusting to the time zone faster than we are. Of course the biggest issue is that we play games until deep into the night so our sleep patterns are screwed up even more. Last night Jessica spanked me at Risk and then beat John to become the victor of the first full game of Risk I’ve ever played. Before that I had actually only played mission Risk, which has a different strategy.
That is all for now, but I’m hoping that later I can post some pictures or something that will entertain you, the reader.
Google Your Way Into a New Car
Google has now added car searching to their normal search results! If you search for a vehicle make and model (for example Honda CR-V) one of the first results (under the money-making paid advertising) will be a field for you to input your zip code, the make and model of the car (pre-filled for your convenience except for your zip code the first time) you can search for dealers selling that vehicle used or new within a radius of X miles. On top of that you can further restrict things by price. You get the google map as well.
Stick Shift Silliness
My mother-in-law has inherited a stick shift Nissan truck from the early 90’s. It has a mere 80,000 miles, which is just so few. The truck has been well maintained and the body is in great shape. Last night she asked me to get some gas for her in it and I got to drive a stick shift for the first time in years. Such fun! I stalled the thing out 3 times in the King Sooper parking lot, but hey, its like learning all over again without my grandpa in the car. Did I ever tell you that story?
You see I asked my grandpa Peterman to teach me how to drive a stick shift. So he took me to a nice flat, sandy, isolated place (which is hard to find in the hills where he lives, well, level is at least) and helped me learn about shifting the gears, finding the right shifting points in his Chevy Luv, and getting used to a stick. Then he let me drive home from that point (on a non-public dirt road, I was 15, I think). Except for one thing: at a point on the road to his house the road is just as wide as the cars (plus a few feet, I’m sure) but drops off into a small stream on both sides. At that point the road is inclined. At that point my grandpa had me stop the truck and stop the engine. And then he asked me to start the truck and continue on my way up to his house. Yikes! I panicked and freaked out and probably was 10 times more dangerous. I let the truck drift backwards and then slammed on the breaks in major fear. My grandpa chuckled as I switched places with him (having set the parking break, put the truck in reverse and swore to God above that I would never drive a stick again). He smoothly drove us back up the hill and to his house explaining to me the physics and mechanics of driving.
I’m glad there aren’t steep hills and muddy streams in the King Sooper parking lot. It makes it a lot easier for me to get going again. Oh, and just in case you think I don’t deal with stick shifts well I happen to have inherited that Luv later on when I was 16 and driven it for a few short months until I scraped it down the side of my parents Camry 🙂
Undercooked Meat Hex
The last couple times I’ve grilled non-Steak meats on the grill I have undercooked them the first time they were on the grill. This was driving me crazy! Then I realized that I have been cooking everything like its steak, and so I’m a complete moron and the problem is not my grill or the meat. So, next time I grill non-steak meats on the grill I am going to do it right. people will once again be able to eat when I say the food is done on the grill and not so much gagging, running for the bathroom and losing their appetite when they cut into mostly raw armadillo.
95% Chance of Hosery
Well, today the ‘adjuster’ came out and looked at my car. I liked him, his name was Andy and he had a goatee. It was like a taller version of myself with brown curly hair, a slender body and boots on. Who has a different job. Who lives in a different part of Colorado with a different family. Yeah, we had a lot in common.
Andy told me that due to the fact that the outside and inside of the quarter panel and trunk had been damaged that most likely the auto-body people would tell him that it would cost a quadrillion-bazillion-trillion-finity dollars to fix the car and that it would be cheaper to buy a new one. Heck, I only paid tens of thousands for the car in the first place, with repair bills that high its a bit steep to put it in ‘ship shape’ condition. Not that I want to go sailing in a Honda Civic.
So, in short there’s a 95% chance that I’m going to be making a deal with the devil car dealer soon so that I can drive a new pimped ride.
The Rental: Dodge Caliber Review
Tonight we picked up a 2006 Dodge Caliber from Enterprice Rent-A-Car so that we could get around town in a replacement vehicle since the Honda isn’t really road safe. I shouldn’t have made fun of trans-gender folks in my previous May 26th post. This vehicle is a trans-carstite. It is like a car that wants to be a stationwagon that wants to be an SUV. I swear I am not making this up. It has the front end of the latest Dodge line of cars, the backend of a Mazda M3 stationwagon with depth perception problems and the cockpit of a Durango. The top of the vehicle looks and unfortunately operates like a chopped-top hotrod (which in non-car terms means that the windows aren’t as tall as you’re used to). Further, since we used to own a Dodge Stratus it feels really funny because the Stratus had a ‘cab forward’ design which is more like having an endless dashboard. A car feels roomy with cab-forward, but this car feels large yet confined. It is a bit oxymoronic, I know.
We’ll have it until at least Friday so we’ll give you more feedback then (by we I mean I’ll ask Jessica).
Today is the Mark of the Feast Day
As some of you may be aware some people have figured out how to get 6/6/6 out of todays date. Only they’re morons and Hollywood types looking to bilk you for millions in sales. Today’s date is 6/6/2006. Which is a day to celebrate food because if you count each letter of the English alphabet as a number then F is the 6th letter, if you leave the 0’s alone because there is not a zeroth letter of the alphabet you get FFC00F, which some spell checkers will then suggest you change to “food.” Which clearly points to “the Mark of the Feast.”
I say bring it on!
Update: My buddy Trint is way funnier than I am Read his post about the date.
Did I Just Say That?
This morning I did announcements and sung along with the songs (though it was not like when I traditionally lead the worship). Part of this responsibility is reading the passage that will be taught on in its entirety so that people have a general idea of where we’re at in the series (currently Isaiah). I had to read a passage in Isaiah 22. Except that when I got to the 24th verse that reads:
So they will hang on him all the glory of his father’s house, offspring and issue, all the least of vessels, from bowls to all the jars.
I screwed up. Instead of ‘bowls’ out popped ‘bowels.’ I don’t know what mental image that brings for you, but I quickly corrected myself and went on. Wow. Bowels. Pardon me while I mention that was a “crappy” slip up [that play on words was for Jenny Dalton, who will more than likely not actually read this post].
I was exhausted by the end of the main service because I had to teach on the errors of Christian Science (an MP3 can be downloaded/streamed at that link) during the adult Sunday School class. Then I had to lead the main service (as mentioned before) and to end it all I had managed to talk or sing for over an hour and a half. That’s a lot for a guy who quietly sits in front of a computer desk most of the time and doesn’t engage in hardly enough social activity. However, there is just something fun about slip ups like this for others, they get to see that Randy Peterman is most definitely human, and that the folks that are leading are not there to put on a show.
2000 Honda Civicrunch
Here’s a crunch picture. Sad, sad, sad. The trunk is folded inside at the rear left corner as well.