Summer

Well, summer is upon us finally. Most things about summer are great, but there are a couple of things about summer that annoy.

First, it's light outside for way too long. This is only a problem because I have small children. It's easy during the winter to say "Hey kids, I know it's only 6:00, but you can't tell time, and it's dark outside. That means it's time for bed." But during the summer, it gets to be the kids' bedtime and it's still light outside. We have to go through this whole charade every night of convincing the kids that it really is time for bed, even though the sun is still out. If I didn't have kids it would be fine, but the sun kind of annoys me during the summer right now. But hey, at least it's not cold outside or anything.

The second thing is there's nothing good on TV. Maybe I shouldn't be such a stinking couch potato, but what else am I going to do, read a book? Ha! The last week of the season every show is pulling out all the stops to try to have a great finale. And a lot of them do. But then you're left for 4 months wondering what is going to happen next. Some shows don't even come back until January (dang you 24!!!) So, that leaves me, Mr. Couch Potato, having to do stuff like play with my kids and talk about my day at dinner time. That's just insane.

But other than those minor a petty grievances, summer is pretty cool. I think this weekend I'll sit outside for 5 minutes and get sun burnt. Good times.

Something in the nose

Well, as soon as I got home from work last night, all the kids were crying, and Andi was freaking out about having something stuck in her nose. Turns out, she stuck a little piece of plastic that came offf a picture frame up her nose and couldn't get it out. We weren't able to get it out ourselves, so we ended up taking her to the ER to get it out. So, we spent the night waiting in the ER waiting room for two and a half hours before they took her in. (On a side note, whoever named that room is a genious. You're going to go there and wait, there's no chance of going in that room and not waiting.)
So when they finally took her in and the doctor came in to see her, he looked around with his little looky instrument for a while. He couldn't find the little black thing. So, after he was done looking around, he said he didn't see it and that she probably swallowed it. So, it was a pretty big waste of time and $100 for the ER deductible. D'oh!

Poor Bird

Yesterday I was driving home for lunch, and on the way a little bird ran out in front of my car. I wondered if I was going to hit it, and when I looked in the rear view mirror I saw a puff of feathers. Oops. There was a second bird there that didn't run out in front of me. I wondered if it would be traumatized. Then I got to thinking that maybe the dead bird had little baby birds that would starve now because the mama bird got run over. Then I saw a guy on a bike in the road. Hey, 10 points!

Peyton chunking up

Peyton had a doctor appointment on Monday. He weighed in at 8 lb 1 oz. That's not too shabby since he's breast fed and two weeks before that he weighed his birth weight(6 lbs 12 oz.) I guess it's not too surprising since all he does every waking moment is eat. And all night he seems to eat constantly. Some day that boy will sleep through the night, and I'll do a happy dance. Of course, I may be getting a little too ahead of myself with that one. He is only three weeks old.

RAM is good

At work I recently installed Dreamweaver on my computer. Ever since I did, the computer has been ridiculously slow. I click an icon to open a program, go to the bathroom, and get back just in time for it to load onto the screen. So, I desperately needed a RAM upgrade. Luckily my good ol' boss down in Corona was willing and able to get some more RAM for me.

I just installed it in my computer today, and now the thing is flying. It's like it had a good dose of caffeine added to it. Suddenly super slow computer has become oh so speedy Mr. cool computer. I'm trying not to let the power get to my head. I'll not make any plans to take over the world using my suped up computer until next week. Here I am babbling about RAM, and I was making fun of computer geeks in my last post. I've heard some phrase that may fit here, something about a pot and a kettle.

Computer geeks

I was trying to find a web page about how to do something in PHP. I went to Google, and found a page that looked exactly what I needed. I read through every step and even set up my own test program to see if it would work. After I had read through everything on that page and had my test ready to go, I read the last line of the page:

"The above considerations and examples are only applicable to Unix-type systems and do not work under Windows! Happy programming!"

Why the heck don't you put that stuff at the first of the page? You know, before people who run on Windows read through your stupid article and waste their time setting up test pages. Darn you welldonesoft.com. Darn you all to heck!!! You bunch of geeks.

NBA Celebrations

What is it with NBA players celebrating nowadays? Whatever happened to the high five? The jumping up in the air and pumping your fist? Heck, I'd even take a butt slap or a group hug over what is going on now.
Maybe NBA players have had sensitivity training or were required to watch Brokeback Mountain. Lately celebrating a big win has included all too intimate hugs, or even worse, whatever Lebron James is doing there to his teammate. Is this the new face of the NBA? If so, at least they wear long shorts now.

When?

I pulled into the parking lot at work this morning and started heading toward the building. On my way in, I passed a red Camaro parked in the parking lot. (I'm not that keen on cars, so I don't know what model or year it was. It was shiny though.) I stopped and took a good long look at that car. Then I turned back and looked at my minivan parked about 10 spots away. There it sat. My big old minivan. My three children and a wife haulin' minivan. My "silver" even though it looks just gray now compared to the red Camaro minivan.

Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being a family guy that has a minivan. I'm one of them. It just got me wondering how I got so old. One day I get married and the next thing I know I'm leaving a house with three kids in it and driving a minivan to work. When did that happen?

Passwords

I recently had to change my time sheet password at work. It's the first time that I've had to change the thing in the two years I've been working here. Every day I enter in my old beloved password, and I get the harsh reply of "Sorry, you have entered an invalid password. Please try again." Every day this happens, and every day I am overwhelmed with hatred as I have to enter my new and not so cool password.

I would go through the trouble of resetting the password to the good old password that I had, but that seems a bit petty. In the grand scheme of things, it is just a password. A gate keeper to the private world of time sheets. But then again, what is someone going to do if my password is cracked? That hack job of a time sheet system would take a while to figure out by yourself. And it's SOP to enter time worked for every day. AND my boss approves my time sheet every week, so if mischevious hacker got into my time sheet and entered incorrect data, it's not like he's going to figure that out. Bunch of dorks that made me change my password.

Since you need a password to get into every system, why don't they just standardize password strength rules. If some website has some funky rule like it has to include numbers and the numbers can't be at the end of the password and they can't be sequential (like Wal-Mart), I really don't like that website. It makes me want to drive to the server location and start a protest. Of course, I probably couldn't get much acheived with that because who would notice. Does any one else care about this besides me? Probably not. Of course, without passwords and codes we wouldn't have the following Seinfeld scene. Everything in life can be associated with a Seinfeld episode.

JERRY: Oh, come on, just tell me your code already. What is it?
GEORGE: I am not giving you my code.
KRAMER: I'll bet I can guess it.
GEORGE: Pssh. Yeah. Right.
KRAMER: Oh, alright. Yeah. Uh, let's see. Um, well, we can throw out birthdays immediately. That's too obvious. And no numbers for you, you're a word man. Alright, let's go deeper. Uh, what kind of man are you? Well, you're weak, spineless, a man of temptations, but what tempts you?
GEORGE: Huh?
KRAMER: You're a portly fellow, a bit long in the waistband. So what's your pleasure? Is it the salty snacks you crave? No no no no no, yours is a sweet tooth.
GEORGE: Get out of here.
KRAMER: Oh you may stray, but you'll always return to your dark master, the cocoa bean.
GEORGE: I'm leaving.
KRAMER: (building up steam as George bolts for the door) No, and only the purest syrup nectar can satisfy you!
GEORGE: I gotta go.
KRAMER: If you could you'd guzzle it by the gallon! Ovaltine! Hershey's!
GEORGE: Shut up!
KRAMER: Nestlé's Quik!
GEORGE: Shut up!

Three Kids

Peyton was born on April 19th 2006 at 12:26. He weighed 6 lbs and 12 oz, which is smaller than our other kids by a couple of ounces. The labor and delivery went very well, and everyone is healthy and doing well.

I forgot how small babies are at first. I'm afraid that I'm going to smash Peyton by picking him up. And changing diapers is an extra chore, with the belly button, the circumcision, and the screaming. Hopefully those will be clearing up before too long. It takes so long to do all that while changing his diaper that he ends up peeing on himself half the time. It's good fun having a baby. Some day he'll grow up and get a job, and he'll be able to send his parents on a vacation. That may be looking a little too far into the future though.