Things I’ve Learned

I’ve decided that I’m going to attempt to write more about things I’ve learned from different people.  It’s not going to be like the 7 things in 7 days series, I learned my lesson there.  Instead it is going to be a list of things that I’ve learned from different people so that you won’t have to read about the ‘frillions’ of things that I learned from my mom or dad, just one each.  Therefore I can list people like my parents, grandparents, brother, sister, friends, enemies and politicians, things I’ve learned from them, and hopefully a funny anecdote or story.  I’m going to throw them under ‘Confessions’ because I don’t need another category on the list right now.  The next one will be coming up after this post.

Cousins

Flickr Photo

Cousins

Originally uploaded by RandyPeterman.

Brennan and Abby went with us on a hike Monday. They’re having a blast playing together, it is just fun to watch. I even talk to Brennan when I can wrest him away from Abby for a few minutes 🙂

Look out for Outlook

I have been using outlook at the request of client.  What a pain in the rear-end.  Its like a pretend mail client.  It is like driving an SUV in an Indy race.  Sure, its a larger engine in size and weight, but the body also is heavy, the performance is weak and the thing is going to be
lapped by every car on the track within minutes.  By every car I mean every other client including the web based client I work on for the client that requested I use Outlook, Thunderbird and carrier pigeon.

Cranbeery

Yesterday I tried Cranberry Lambic beer.  It was like drinking a Samuel Adams Cranberry Muffin in a bottle.  I don’t recommend it unless you’re really running short on alcoholic beverages and you need to consume one.  Which is pretty much never, but there may be a few instances where pretty much any other beer is not available.

However, much later in the day I tried Blue Moon Belgian White and that I really, really enjoyed.  It is genuinely white and has a slightly fruity flavor.  It was an impressive beer but has a higher alcohol content so I had to drink it slowly while eating so as to not make an absolute fool out of myself.  I don’t drink enough alcohol to hold my liquor. 🙂

Blogging May Be Light

I’m heading to Texas for some meetings and so blogging may be lighter than usual.  Of course I could find myself with spare time and a light night blogfest could ensue.  Of course I could also have my fingers broken by security at Denver International Airport because martial artists have been known to use their hands as weapons… in which case I’ll have a bit of a time doing most things, including blogging.

Query: Do spiders pass gas?

Wow.  I just found the best search query ever reaching my site: “Do spiders pass gas?”  Who comes up with these questions?  And why are they asking the internet?  And why is the internet telling them to get their browsers over here?  I mean, I know this site has lots of weird stuff on it, but I don’t recall barking spiders as being a literal occurence.

This is Probably Not a Surprise

This evening I watched a Wendy’s restaurant employee carry a large stack of food from Taco Bell (across the parking lot) into Wendy’s.  Nothing says company loyalty like that.  At least she could have worn civilian clothes so that she looked like a rude customer instead of a traitor 🙂

Bidness Trip

I’ll be hading to Grapevine, Texas until Saturday.  Pray for Jessica as she deals with two little girls and a [girl] puppy.  Pray for me as I deal with being away with said females.  Of course one of the best parts of going to Texas is the food and friends, but I seem to have very little time for non-work friends simply because the company has me booked with lots and lots of things going on.  If you happen to have time for breakfast that looks like my best time for openings.

Goldy’s Last Day

Well, the fish, formerly known as Goldy, currently now having reached oneness with the septic system, died. I found her doing the back stroke this morning and quickly moved her to our flusher. Except that goldy didn’t flush. I didn’t know she didn’t flush, but I found out later. How exactly did I find out?

Abby came down stairs saying in a strained tone, “Daddy, someone put Goldy in the toilet. Was it you?!”

So I had to own up to it and tell her Goldy had died. Stupid toilet.

[for the record Abby was OK with the fish dying]