Brent and I both had a few random things we wanted to post about – so we thought it would be fun to combine and take turns… His stories are a lot more funny/cool, so we’ll get my 2 cents out of the way first:
She said
I need to vent. We are in the midst of sort of potty training Danny. I’ve tried to just skip the whole messy fiasco of using a little training potty and go straight to the regular toilet. Unfortunately, this option isn’t as convenient and not as “fun” for Danny (or Jake… see potty tutorial pictures above). So back to the little potty. Which I hate!! Whoever designed those things did not do so with little boys in mind. Sure there is a little “shield” that is supposed to keep the pee from going everywhere – but it still takes some serious manipulation and aim to avoid major splatter. YUCK! And the little toilet bowl is so small that for my big Danny it’s almost a joke trying to get everything INSIDE of it. Am I the only one with this problem? I’ve been looking around at other little potties and haven’t seen any that look like much of an improvement. Sigh… I’m pretty much sick of urine in general. Wet diapers, wet beds, wet pull-ups, wet underwear, wet floors… Please – Will it ever end?? Though I suppose it’s worth it when I get to dress up my little Ken dolls every Sunday and see them look like this:
He Said
Because I’m Fat: Diet tips & math
53. Passionately kiss your partner 10 times a day. A passionate kiss burns 6.4 calories per minute. Ten minutes a day of kissing equates to about 23,000 calories — or eight pounds — a year!
If you do the math you have to kiss for a whole minute. I just thought that I’d mention it. I’m just saying. Tam… I need help losing weight (forget packing healthy lunches).
Zestfully Clean
My routine is fairly simple. I get up a little after 5. I shower. I go to work. I work. I come home. So imagine my surprise when I get out of the shower, and…. Wait. Surprise isn’t the right word. Disorientation, confusion, or perhaps a stronger adjective? Tami’s suggestion is befuddled. Let me rewind a bit, while I was in the shower, I could barely open my eyes I was so tired, which is not extraordinary — some days are just harder than others. Checking the clock after the shower, I was stunned to see I was ahead of schedule by about 5 hours… Literally stunned. I think I stared at the clock for about a minute (Tami says it was closer to 5) trying to understand what had just happened. When I finally wrapped my head around the fact that I had jumped out of bed and into the shower minutes after I had fallen asleep, I was exceedingly wrought. I got over it, but let’s just say Thursday wasn’t one of my better days.
Car Problems
A week ago, when traveling home from work (Carpool from San Diego to a Temecula parking lot, then I drive home a full 2 miles), I realized I was out of gas when the car started doing a little jerking thing it does when it gets fairly empty. I made it to the station without any problems and didn’t have to resort to any emergency calls for gas. But yesterday while coming home, I experienced some jerking again. Gas tank was about half full, and I failed to conceive of any other reasons for the jerkiness (awesome word – also a good band name – too bad jerkiness.com domain name taken). The jerking was really intermittent and didn’t seem to follow any rhyme or reason.
First thought: “Great, another thing to repair this weekend!”
Second thought: (After coming to a stoplight) Now what’s this banging under my hood?!! Am I about to throw a rod? (Dollar signs instantly in my head)
Third thought: Ummm, was that a rabbit that just ran out of my car?
So the jerking continued, but at a more regular pace which led me to believe that the rabbit did something. Later, after finding that one of the spark plug wires was nearly chewed all the way through, I realized that critter probably got what was coming to him. It is my belief that for the first part of the trip, the frayed wire shocked that rabbit to the point where it couldn’t move. At the stoplight, as the engine rpm’s fell to normal idling speeds, I think he/she/it finally found the respite it needed to get it’s legs under it and hop/hobble/wobble off. Which is a shame really, because I saw this really cool article about how you can cook food with your engine.
Programming Poetry
I know most people when they think of computer programming don’t find it as interesting I, and I thought I would share a passage from Frederick P. Brooks, The Mythical Man-Month. Brooks, in a software management text, lays down some reasons for why people enjoy creating software and does it with some impressive imagery and prose. However the passage is rather lengthy, so I put it here. Tami says she won’t read this, so no offense if you just pass on it. I’m just saying. I might quiz you on it later…
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