I just said something to Abby that is probably wrong, but I’m going to blog it because I was so amused. We had finished brushing her teeth and she whipped her head forward to spit out the toothpaste. A small bit of her hair flopped into the sink (no toothpaste made contact). And with movie star-like brilliance I said, “Abby, watch out. With great hair comes great responsibility…”
It was touching, I could have won an academy award or something.
I have wanted to be an author at times in my life. I’ve also wanted a recording studio (sorry, Mom)… but I’ve got one of those now, at least a home studio. But about being an author, I’ve written several short pieces in my life and I just ran across this beginning of a story I had entitled ‘The Clock.’ I have no idea what it was going to be about, but I liked the descriptive language. You can just imagine what happens next because I don’t know the rest of the story 🙂
The watchs second hand smoothly rounded the number 12; its glass reflecting the faces of those who gazed in on its round surface. This watch had been handed down for three generations and now accompanied Thomas Hanley out of the meeting room where he had just finished another interview. The three generations of Hanley that had been in charge of Hanley International Trading, had each worn that watch. Thomas glanced down at the watch which faithfully conveyed the time remaining until the next appointment.
I have found these two MP3’s on the topic of Marriage to be fantastic. They’re from a Christian philosopher by the name Ravi Zacharias.
These MP3’s address arranged marriages and love. Its good stuff 🙂
Well, the Puppy has mellowed out now and is getting used to Jessica and I beling the Alpha Male and Female. Last night she slept through most of it without issue. At 2:00 AM I had to get up (we set an alarm) and take her out to go potty, which she didn’t do, but I let her try at least, then I went back to bed. Not until the morning at six did I have to get up again. It was like sleep, except that it had one interruption. I don’t do well with interrupted sleep and every time we have a baby I have taken a week to get used to it. After about that long I get used to disrupted sleep and my body learns to fall back to sleep rapidly.
It is nice to sleep without whimpering from the puppy in the background, though. It makes it a more restful sleep and I don’t feel like some nasty person who is ignoring a baby dog. Which in essence the whimpering is output for that sole purpose: “Whimper, yip, yip, whimper! [You are ignoring me, but I can yip longer than you can lay in bed trying to fall asleep]!” It is like Bill Cosby talking about the children asking over and over because they know they’ll live longer than you 🙂
Steve had a birthday. This was the goofy song composed for such an occasion.
Happy Birthday Steve! It is about 2 megabytes.
I hate advanced Mathematics. I come from a line of really sharp mathematicians but the brilliance really skipped me because I took Algebra 1 twice in Junior High and High School. My job requires me to do some math, but it is not often difficult stuff. What’s funny is that some mathematics I can do in my head without thinking about it, while other parts just cause my brain to fry. I blame my failure in mathematics on lots of things, but mostly the part where the story problems were horrible. I love stories. I love problem solving. But I don’t like lame problems in story problems. If they had put practical things involving jumpes, bikes and blood I would have totally gotten sucked in at that age.
Example:
Randy is riding his bike at 45 miles per hour down a hill in the Sierra Nevada’s. He crashes and is bleeding on the road side. His father picks him up in the Suburban moments later and travels 5 minutes to pick up Randy’s brother. From the point of picking up Eddie to getting home to wash up the distance is 35 miles. The Suburban gets 12 miles to the gallon. How many pints of blood will Randy lose before getting home to be bandaged up?
That is a perfect story problem. There’s drama. There’s action. And of course there is a little bit of trickery because nobody cares how many dollars Randy’s dad spent on gas driving the suburban, it was when gas was barely over $1.00 a gallon.
Have you noticed that I also don’t do super at things like spelling?
The Internets. I love them. All of them. DARPA, AOL, dialu-up, broadband, ISDN, WiFi, usenet, BBSes or mobile phones. I love the internet connections that bring me funny things like the standup comedy that inspired the name of our new dog. I also love that I can email friends, family and business contacts as well as Nigerian spammers for so little. Of course I really need to reply to a few people in the very short term because they’ve been waiting on me 🙂
I love that the interwebs bring bloggers together so that you can leave comments on this blog. And other blogs.
I love that blogs are called blogs on the sneakernet. Blog is short for ‘weblog’ which is a name somebody came up for an online diary. Which is a name somebody came up with because saying you have a diary on the internet sounds kinda stupid. However, it is now commonplace for folks to embrace the intersnot movement of MySpace usage. Except for me. I cannot for the life of me create a MySpace account. If someone held me at gunpoint and said, “Create a MySpace account or I’ll blow your forking head off! [which they would totally say because I ask violent assailents not to swear around me]” I would just start crying because it is an absolute impossibility for me to get past the CAPTCHA part of their account creation page. It simply will not let me in. Which is fine, because I don’t want a MySpace page.
I also love that the Internut has Xanga, which is like the ‘Junior’ version of MySpace. It is where more safe oriented people create severely handicapped blogs.
And of course, who doesn’t love that the internot hasn’t brought together people from all over the globe. I read about people I’ve never met (but would love to meet) who live in Seattle, New York, Australia (sorry, Phil, I don’t recall where you live), China, Texas, Salt Lake City, and can’t tell you most of my neighbor’s names. I’m going to remedy that one day by become a politician, and then I’ll finally have a reason to knock on their doors.
I’m a bit of a religious nut. Probably a brazil nut, I think, because they’re big. Being raised in a Christian family somehow I didn’t rebel, somehow I didn’t walk away from Christianity. I did, however, have my times of doubt, but instead of finding my faith destroyed by the doubt, I dug in, I studied, I grew and I feel confident that my faith is in something with substance. I know that lots of folks who read this blog consider themselves ‘former Christians’ and I can understand why: there are a lot of bogus people walking around in the name of Christianity doing a lot of bad things. However, I have found that those doing the bogus stuff are not doing what is written in the Bible. In fact they’re doing things that the Bible warns about much of the time.
Yes, I do consider myself a fundamentalist in the classical sense, not the neo-media-craptastic sense. That is to say that I believe that God inspired the Bible, has preserved the Bible and that is applies to my life today. However, I also consider myself to be abnormal from what most people expect that to mean because I try not to compromise myself, but I don’t sit around in sterile legalism. I have written about some of what I believe on this blog under the Bible category as well as on bible.randypeterman.com.
I wish everyone was a Christian, yes, even you if you’re not one and I do love you, even if you’re not a Christian. Get that. I love you – because tollerating you just ain’t going to happen 😉
Music has been one of the major influences in my life. If I could be in any band I would be in Switchfoot. They will never ask me to be in the band. I have one tenth of the musical talent of their least talented member. If I’m lucky. However, their lyrics, their music and their passion really grab me. If I could work with any person in the music industry it would be Steve Taylor.
I play the drums, guitar, piano and bass guitar. I write songs, but I don’t record them because for some reason I don’t like the way any of them sound when I record them. I love to record goofy songs like these two: Lina Loves Her Lettuce and Happy Remote Day.
This would be our new puppy, HotPockets, or more likely ‘Pockets.’ After having Kicker, my mother-in-laws dog, for so long in the house it became apparent that it was doggy time. Hot Pockets is a mix of multiple mystery breeds. The cute puppiness will wear off and we’ll have a full grown mutt some day, but for now she’s pretty darn cute. More pictures of the puppy and various family members will come shortly… once Abby can handle touching the dog (for some reason living dogs are hard for her compared to stuffed animals). Evie loves the puppy, and the puppy loves Evie. But the puppy loves to jump up on Evie, and that just has to be monitored too heavily for the two to be left alone yet.