Potty Training Part VIIMILK

Well, today Abby decided to go to the bathroom without any adult assistance. This would be good if she succeeded. She didn’t. Instead she got #2 on the floor, the toilette seat and was sucking on her tube of toothpaste when we found her half naked in the bathroom. Good times. So I helped Jessica clean Abby and the mess up and we got onto the rest of the day which was full of Abby’s intensity and disobedience. However, this evening she went back into the bathroom herself and successfully unloaded with #1. What an amazing surprise 🙂

My Blister is a Mac Blessing

I’m sure the title of this post is odd. However, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the blister on the tip of my index finger from doing funky bass guitar stuff last night (I’m recording ‘Carol of the Bass’, my all bass guitar rendition of ‘Carol of the Bells’) is really handy on the touchpad for the iBook. Sure, it’s annnoying other times but it is the most precise touchpadding I’ve ever done 🙂

Donation for the Horde

I got a nifty spam this morning with a person looking for a ‘donation for the lord.’ It’s basically the same schpiel that televangelists use on television. Check out the funky quotes below:

I am the above name
person from Sierra-Leone

Read: The above name must mean something like: my name will change as my spamming program alters it.

Since his death,
I decided not to re-marry or get a child outside my matrimonial home which
the Bible is really against.

Read: Where is that passage?

Exodus
14 VS 14 says that the lord will fight my case and I shall hold my peace.

As a Christian sort of fellow: Yeah, that’s a verse for Jews from the Old Testament!

OK, I’ll stop there, but this cracked me up.

Bad Christmas Song

If you stay up later than normal recording music, it might turn out bad. Or the song could just be about being bad. Apologies to Les Claypool for stealing his vocal qualities for the chorus for one of the vocal tracks. It’s rough, but so is the fact I’m going to bed later than usual.

Please, download it, laugh at my sad musicianship, and then pass this MP3 along to the MPAA, RIAA or a CPA and make sure I get sued for using some fellow’s music and lyrics. Or, someone can turn it into a funny flash animation’s sound track and then we’ll both get sued.

Enjoy the song [I’m getting nothing for Christmas].

Hot Air. Hot Water.

This morning we awoke at 6:00 AM and thought, “Holy Shnikies! It’s cold in here.” That would be because our thermostat was down lower than usual. Or so I thought. Turns out that our central heating was not working correctly so that only cool air would be blown out of the heating vents. So this afternoon after doing everything I knew how to do I walked all 200 steps to the front offive of our apartment complex and had them send the repair guy over. He scooted through our bikes and fixed the heater. Ahhh, refreshing hot air.

However, our water heater has been cold as well. Which makes for shorter showers in the house since the hottish water is not as comforting as the hot water is. So I had them fix that, too. I will say that the cold air made the hottish water feel much more like hot water. Maybe a broken heater is a good thing 😉

Geese

Flickr Photo
Geese
There have been a lot of Canadian Geese out in a field next to our apartment here. So I took some pictures. This one actually turned out OK. I really would like a zoom lense, but I’ll have to wait until I have the resources. With a Zoom lense I could have ‘gotten closer’ and the image would have been a little clearer. I also would not have had to have scared the geese!

Why I Have a Business Phone

I have a Business phone because I’m technically a consultant. This means that if you go to my contact us page on the main site you’ll discover that you can call me on my (cell) phone and discuss business (and frankly most other things you might like to discuss). However, I would guess that 30% of the phone calls I get are wrong numbers.

In fact I just got a phone call from a very confused woman looking for a relative. She was looking for a gal who’s name I don’t recall. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Randy Peterman
Her: Hello, is [female name] there?
Me: No, I believe you’ve got the wrong number
Her: Is this [so-and-so’s] house?
Me: No, this is Randy Peterman
Her: Well, can I speak to [so-and-so]?
Me: No, ma’am, I think you’ve got the wrong number, this is a business. You’ve called Randy Peterman Digital Research & Development
Her: Well what happened to [so-and-so]?
Me: I don’t know ma’am, I think you’ve got the wrong number.
Her: I’m sorry, I guess I’ve got the wrong number

Well, at least we both hung up the phone not knowing the correct number she was trying to call, and agreeing that she had the wrong number. It kinda reminded me of this (mp3 file, should be playable on most computers post Windows 3.1 and Mac OS IV).

Full Weekend

This weekend, like so many holiday season weekends, was full. Yesterday was Abby’s dance recital. The recital mostly consisted of her walking around the stage saying, “Daddy? Where’s my daddy?” Which made me feel special; it also made me laugh. However, it was cute and I enjoyed that she wanted to know I was watching. She never found me up high in the auditorium, but that was OK, she had fun, and so did we.

Tonight we had a church Christmas party, which was fun. I lead the music, which went better than I expected. However, apparently I’m known as the ‘fast music guy’ because when we got to ‘Away in the Manger’ I was trying to do it slow and they blitzed through the song. I’m sure that since I was supposed to be the leader I failed to communicate enough about the tempo ahead of time with lead in chords. I’ll post some little video clips from the dance recital tomorrow after I get some rest!