Evie is sitting on her knees behind me. Quiet. Everyone else is asleep in the house, they’re taking naps. I looked behind me and she had her fingers overlapped. I asked her what she was doing.
“Praying.” At nearly two I don’t have a clue what she’s praying about but it super cute.
A quote from Merlin Mann:
You can make any bit of business reporting sound smarter if you say an event happened “quietly.” Makes it sound like only you noticed it.
I totally need to take this tactic to the next level and declare that the world happens silently around me. Of course part of that is true since I’m often in my basement and the noise of the usual is deadened by concrete and the internet.
Good golly Google is gobbling up web web properties like the interwebs were just one huge yard sale of properties for them, Microsoft or Yahoo! Of course other companies like Cisco are more judiciously making acquisitions. I don’t want you to be afraid that RPDRND and its web properties are being gobbled. Nope, nobody wants a piece of this pie. Apparently they’re not nuts over this kind of nuttiness.
Such is life, I guess I’ll just have to be happy with being second rate 😉
Yup, I’m totally copying Louanne. She probably thinks I am all out of things to be thankful for so I’m copying her. Well, sort of. You see a few weeks ago I was in Texas at a conference and I had a chance to talk to a guy living in Poland. He’s Polish so that’s not a huge surprise, but anyway… This guy was telling me all about how he was dealing with the after effects of the Russian occupation of Poland. He and the rest of the nation that is. The Russian culture (at least the ones that were occupying Poland) as he described it involved drinking much Vodka. Much, too much, Vodka to the point of many people drinking and driving and the catastrophes that were caused by this drinking and driving were still normal in Polish life.
On a much lighter note they have no paved highways that consistently get you from point A to point B. I can drive to many parts of the country in my Honda within two days time on nicely paved roads. He can drive what should only take a couple hours on paved roads in 6-7 hours of time. On dirt roads. Uphill both ways. OK, not really uphill both ways, but its a total pain.
I’m glad that we have the huge amount of freedom, its not the stuff that is reported on often, but its freedom. We’re facing the problems that countries face when melting pots become too diverse and not enough melting, but we have most of our freedoms in tact and we’re in good shape in many regards. I’m grateful for being born and raised here. I just wish I had understood how great freedom was back when I was younger so that I could have paid attention and rejoiced with others in freedom rather than taking the freedom a bit too literally and focused on note passing and stupidness that is associated with immature Jr. high schoolers and such.
Today is our nine year anniversary. Last night Evelyn kept us up with no sleeping, which falls in line to what we were doing nine years ago: Jessica was kidnapped by her bridesmaids and forced to go around Carson City, Nevada with a sign saying something embarrassing. I was just not sleeping because I get so freaking nervous around events like weddings, baby births and waiting to pick up to-go food that I just can’t sleep. So the lack of sleep from having two girls, one of which who is a night owl, is something that getting married prepared me for. Not.
Upon the day of our wedding I was a super-emotional basket case. I was unable to iron my own clothes so I had to go over to my parents house where my grandma was staying for the wedding and have her iron my clothes for the departure from the reception. I could not operate an iron if I had to. To further emphasize my inability to think I had to stop at the Mervyn’s on the way to the church to buy black socks because I had failed to bring some with me. My brain was in a state of total and utter shock. I’m surprised I could drive – I probably shouldn’t have.
Being married to Jessica has been an overwhelming success and I would definitely do it again (though I wouldn’t recommend it for others – she’s mine and you can’t have her). She’s been through thick and thin, richer and poorer and sickness and health. She’s also been a great spiritual partner as we have grown in the Lord. She’s a rockin’ mommy and a great motivator (except for with working out which I refuse to do when she suggests it because I’m a stubborn dork). I’m thrilled to be her husband and am looking forward to the next nine!
We’ve been watching the new show Chuck. There’s something wonderful about the show. A quirky mix of humor, action and awkward social scenarios. If you’ve not seen Chuck you might try to catch up via the interwebs or some other method. Its a great way to rot your brain out on television.
Of course right now I’m watching the last half of what may be the last inning of tonight’s tie breaking game between the Rockies and the Padres. I wish that the Padres hadn’t just hit a two run homer so that they’re ahead by two. It’d make for some funner home-team ball.
UPDATE: The Rockies have tied back up!
UPDATE UPDATE: We won! We’re now in the playoffs for the World Series! Yippeeee!!!
Tonight we had some friends over for dinner. Aaron & Trish Anderson and their two children. We really enjoyed our time with them and learned a thing or two about them. Hopefully they learned a thing or two about us, too (mostly that we’re quirky weirdos). We love having people over and giving them the best time we can with a tasty dish and serving them. If you haven’t had someone over for a meal and honestly served them in some time, give it a shot. You’ll probably gain something from the experience and they will, too. And its known to help solidify relationships, imagine that!
This evening while I was talking with Abby Evelyn walked in and held up a Polly Pocket figurine and said, “Daddy, fake it please.” Unfortunately her pronunciation isn’t what it could be… the reality of her slip-up was too funny to me. There’s nothing like putting a rubberized wig on a tiny figurine with the refraining echo of ‘fake it’ ringing in your head 🙂
Just a quick FYI: I upgraded this blog to use the latest WordPress 2.3 software (as of this writing its the latest, you could find this post in the future and then it could be ‘old’ – congrats if that’s the case). I found one small bug that I’ve fixed but I wanted to warn you that there could be surprises if something didn’t go as expected. Odds are it won’t matter, but I thought I’d let you know just in case.
Today at “Old Knavy” we were looking at clothes in the “I like pink” section for children and a mother, whose child was out of hand, said to her child who was out of hand, “See? Those girls just asked their mommy & daddy why you were being so naughty.” Jessica and I began to laugh because 1) our girls were just being out of hand seconds earlier and 2) the mother was lying to her daughter to get her daughter to obey.
I think that this mother totally missed the boat – if you’re going to lie to your children scare the carp out of them. Make them wish they had never been naughty because of the aliens on the other side of the clothing rack that are ready to suck their brains out through little straws that will go into your children’s ears. That will cause your children to stop being naughty. When they’re as young as our children are peer pressure just doesn’t have the same effect. Of course my children will be disciplined for naughtiness in large quantities and it appears that the girl we were witnessing gets disciplined when Santa comes to visit with the 3,500 dollars in presents come every holiday. That is to say… never.