Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Walkman versus iPod


Did you know that the Sony Walkman turns 30 years old this week?

I didn't either.

And, I also feel old now....or maybe again.

I was DJ's age when I got my first Walkman - and it was an actual Walkman and not one of  those knockoffs that came later.  As much as I try, I cannot recall the tapes I listened to.  Probably some 80s tape from my parents' collection.  I have always been thankful that my dad loves music and has always kept up on it.  I do remember, like DJ does today, spending hours with that thing strapped to my side and the earphones in my ears.   I shutter to think at how many sets of AA batteries I burned through those days.

I had that Walkman forever.  I think I finally had to replace it when I got into high school.  And, the replacement was a cheapo one because I was notorious for breaking them (usually by dropping them on cement as I was running for cross country.) In college, my Walkman was replaced by a Discman which got replaced by an MP3 player and eventually the iPod.  I cannot imagine not having at least part of my music collection with me now.  I remember in my early days of IT when  I was building 30 computers a week in the workroom being happy I had brought 10 CDs from home so that I could have music while doing it.  Today, I can impulsively download an album if I heard a new band on the radio that I just have to hear more of.  Time have definitely changed.

The BBC News Magazine recently gave a 13-year-old boy a Walkman (and took away his iPod) to see what he thought of the device that "started a revolution in portable music" and how it compared to the iPod.   Click here to read it.

Fascinating read.  It will make you feel old though.  One of my favorite passages - when he realizes 3 days into this experiment that cassette tapes are two sided.  He had only been listening to one side until then.  There are some things about the Walkman that he liked.  So take a read, relive your memories of getting your first Walkman, and add your own comments about what you miss (or don't miss).

Day 178 - Chicken Run

I went outside to check on the chickens.  Garbanzo has been obsessive about their safety lately.  Not that I blame him, but it was getting pretty bad recently.  Since he was gone, I figured I should assume chicken duty.

I found them in the front yard which means they were out of their run.
Guess we have a real live Ginger and Mac from the movie.  They had snuck out and were grazing in the yard digging up the grass, I might add.

Notice behind them.  Can you see the chicken wire?  They are really supposed to be behind it - not on this side of it.  They snuck under the wire.  Yeah, a more permanent solution will be occurring on Thursday when I have the day off.  I have a couple of solutions to this problem.  Now I just need to find where Garbanzo put my drill.

Scheduled Publishing & Me

Long story short, scheduled publishing is not working for me now.  According to the Google team that supports Blogger, this is a "problem affecting certain users".  They are aware of it (and have been for the past 20 days) but do not have a solution. As I explained to someone recently, I, as an IT person, hate intermittent problems with a passion.  Oh well, better them then me.

So , please be patient as I manually publish things I would normally have published overnight.  It's annoying the hell out of me especially when I have the "oh, shit, I forgot to publish this" moment.   And, for some reason this week, I had four posts staged already.

Anyway, please bear with me. Thanks!

Spam, Spam, Everywhere, But Not A Can to Eat

I am a connoisseur of spam.  Not that kind that comes in a can, but the kind that arrives in your inbox.  While others find it annoying, I find it humorous.  But, I think I've said that here before.

I twitter.  I have found it an interesting medium for "micro-blogging" if you will.  And, I have appreciated the real-time discussions that can be had with it.  (Hi, Just Me and HB&GP!)

Recently, I have been getting a rash of "Followers".  One day, I think I got something like 10 new followers.  When I looked at their profiles, I noticed they are all for internet marketing firms (SPAM) or most of them.

If there are any marketing people out there, I know you are probably taking offense to the fact I have just labeled your "email campaigns" spam.  You are going to say things like "these people opted in (or didn't opt out) when asked if they wanted to receive info in the future."  You will also talk to me about the laborious process you go through making sure email addresses are removed when "opt out" is finally selected.  But, here is my rub.  You are sending me email because I am a customer.  I likely "opted into" the email because I was thinking you would send me important things - like warnings that my computer will explode if I hit a particular sequence of keys, so I should probably upgrade the firmware.  Or that my car has a recall.  Or that the latest version of my favorite software is available for download free of charge because I'm a loyal customer.  I did not expect you to send me email about stuff I don't own.  Or to tell me about every little product release and accessory is now available on your online store.  And because you are emailing to the masses, it is spam.  I'm sorry - but my junk mail filters catch it and treat it like spam too.  So, I'm not alone in thinking it is spam.

Anyway, so my new followers were all spammer sites.  What made it interesting is the profiles of these "people".  One is a Christian father of 4 who lives in Medford, Oregon.  He enjoys running, backpacking and wants to make the world a better place.  Another one is a 20-something year old city guy who loves technology and wants to share his finds with me.  Those are the ones trying to "get me rich quick".  Then there are the ones clearly trying to get me laid, at least on the phone or thru a web cam for the low, low price of $9.99 per minute.  These are barely legal women who love puppies, pink, and long walks on the beach or some other nonsense.

So, I've start having to block people.  Sure, I could make this easy and flip the switch on my profile that says only people I approve can follow my updates.  But, then I would miss the joy of reading these stupid profiles.  Also, I am afraid I would miss blogger friends finding me if I took that route.  And to be honest, that has been fun - so I'm not willing to go that route yet.

Until then, I will read the stupid profiles someone thought up, try to determine what it was that I may have said that led them to be me, laugh, then block the idiots.  Minor price to pay for my entertainment.

Note: I did do some research on what Twitter defines as spam and how they would like users to proceed with dealing with it or reporting it.  Twitter monitors the number of blocks that occur on accounts.  If they see a rash of blocks, they will investigate the account as spam.  They also have an account (http://twitter.com/spam) were you can report spam through a direct message.  This account also has some good tips on avoiding spam on Twitter, what they are doing, etc.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Day 177 - Wisdom


I saw this on the training board in the office at the taekwondo school. The Master was clearly teaching today as this quote sounds like a lesson he would give.

Start Off Your Monday Right

I spent too much time in front of a computer.  I can claim most of it is job related, but that is only partially true.  Sure, I get paid to spend 40+ hours a week online in email, on the Internet, and in applications.  But, I'm also a geek at heart who loves technology.  What does a geek do in her spare time?   Look up things online.  I do other things too - but a thought can take me online pretty quickly.

I have a bunch of news feeds in addition to my feeds from my favorite blogs.  All show up nicely for me in Google Reader.  Who knew that one of the technology articles would collide with a topic related to many of my favorite bloggers - sex!

Let me back up for a second.  This isn't the first time it has happened.  But, the last time, it was something everyone in the technology sector was making fun of.  It was a system that you used, while in bed with your partner, that would guide you through being a better lover.  Not all geeks are clueless in this area of life contrary to what the movies might make you think.  But clearly this Asian company thought there was a market.

The title of the article that grabbed my attention as I was scrolling through the thousands of iPhone articles?

"Maybe That Guy Does Need to Get Laid After All"

Definitely one of those articles you have to read especially when you find it in an unexpected way.

According to a new study by Dr Helen Fisher, a biological anthropologist, regular sex can improve your performance at work.  To be honest, I can't find this new study.  Her site doesn't have anything about it yet.  But I did find something in the Washington Post (but it was a reprint of the above article).

Her assertion from the study is that regular sex makes you more creative when problem solving, more of a team player, and make you more trusting at work.  The testosterone boost can also make you more competitive and confident.

I think most people feel that a regular orgasm can relieve stress and release those feel-good endorphins. But, making you a better team player?  More creative problem solver? More trusting? At work?

I guess if you are a swinger, you would definitely need to be a team player especially in group play (versus just a swap).  All working together for a common goal - satisfaction.  Even if you go down to 1x1 play, you could make the same argument that if you are doing it right, you are both working towards a common goal - together.

And, along those same vein, you may have to do some creative problem solving along the way.  Hell, that can even happen if it is just you and your spouse in the bedroom.  What immediately pops in my mind is sex while pregnant.  When pregnancy hormones make you hornier than hell during a time when the belly is in the way, you have to use creativity to solve the "which position" problem.  Or I can think of many times when we had to be creative when Garbanzo was injured and bruised after a rugby game.  So, I guess sex could make you more creative in looking for solutions.

More trusting is an interesting assertion.  On one hand, some could argue that to take that "intimate step" with someone, you have to have a degree of trust.  But, the cynic in me would like to point to the drunk 20-something year old girls at the concert Friday night who were pretty much throwing trust out the window when looking to hook up and get laid.  But, then again, there are some things you can try in the bedroom that does require, IMO, a degree of trust beyond.  I don't think, however, those things make people more trusting with other people.  Maybe with that person, but overall - unsure.

Sex at night make you a better employee Monday morning? Maybe.
A nice way to blow off some steam after a shitty day at work? Yes!
Thoughts?

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Day 176 - The Bridge


About a month ago, Garbanzo say a race and proclaimed that we must do it. It was originally called Beat the Bridge but they had renamed it Reach the Bridge. (We found out they did that to lessen the competition since you re tehnically racing yourself and not others. Whatever.)

So we decided to do it. I had just started road running again, and figured it would be a good goal.

Until today, I had not run 5 miles since maybe college. The furthest I got over the past month was 4 miles, but I figures close enough. I knew I could go the fifth if I just tried.

I started the run at 8am. The bridge lifted at 9am, and I was getting sick of standing around waiting for my time to come up so I could start. I forgot how motivating it is to run with people. I'm competitive, so having someone to chase is motivating. And I quickly found two people running nearly my pace who I could chase. They started about 5 minutes ahead of me.  I should mention that I caught both of them during the last mile.  That was a nice feeling.

And, at the 3.5 mile mark, two gay men were scoring runners as they were going by.  The women in front of me that had been running but had just started walking got a 4.5.  I got a 9.5.  Those guys made me laugh as I went by which was a good point to get a chuckle.

With the excepion of the first quarter mile and last half mile, the race is entirely downhill...according to my iPhone app, the start was at elevation 722 feet. At the almost 4 mile mark, we were down to 125 feet.

In the end, I ran it in 37 minutes and 38 seconds. I won't complain. As I told someone, maybe I should run downhill all of the time. Makes me look faster than I usually am!

Embarrassment

After weeks of begging, I sat down with DJ to help her redeem her iTunes gift card and load new music on her iPod. She had gotten the gift card on her birthday in March, but didn't want to use it until she had a list of music she wanted.

Tonight, she came down with iPod in hand and list in the other asking if we could redeem it. Sure, why not. iTunes was already up on my Mac, and nothing else was going on.

We downloaded a few albums. A couple of Disney stars and another pop band that gets played on a local radio station. As I'm scrolling through my iTunes library finding what I had downloaded, DJ was making interesting discoveries.

"You have Led Zeppelin?! I love Led Zeppelin!"

"What song of Led Zeppelin do you know?"

"That one", and she points to the Immigrant Song. I play it, and she starts singing along. Guess she does know it.

Sir Mix-A-Lot is also in my playlist. I have one of the Charlie's Angels soundtracks, and Baby Got Back is on it. I play it after she makes a comment about it, and she sits next to be laughing hysterically. I guess her friends sing it a lot at school.

So, I play for her Ida Maria, a Norwegian singer who is popular for her song I Like You So Much Better When You're Naked - a song that embarrasses the hell out of DJ.

During the middle of it, she tells me it reminders of a graphic in the paper today. Two people, a man and a woman, who are naked except for the triangles covering their, you know, their parts.

Being the good mom that I am, I ask her what parts the triangles are covering.

She says, "You know, the woman's breasts and her....Momo, don't make me say it."

Her red face is only encouraging me by this time - and she hasn't fled the room yet.

"DJ, what are you talking about? I don't understand. "

"You know....their,... you know...."

I lean over and whisper, "Did it cover the boy's penis?"

She screams, "MOMO!!!" Then starts laughing hysterically almost falling off of the stool.

"DJ, I just want to make sure you know your anatomy."

"Why? If I don't, are you going to send me to medical school??"

It was my turn to laugh now.

If this is how she is at 9 years old, I can't wait to embarrass her at 13 or 15 or 17.

Oh, and I should admit - both songs went on her iPod.  I can't wait to see her face when she finds them. I  expect I will hear her scream "Momo!!"


She is so screwed.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Day 175 - Birthday Parties


Normally during the summer, the kid birthday party invites reduce to maybe one in two months. It is kind of a nice change of pace really. Not having several throughout the month like during the school year is nice, to be honest.

This year: we've had two birthday parties each week of summer break so far. Today we attended one of one of DJ's friends. The family was also invited which made it nice given how far away their house is compared to ours. Nice family - nice property - bratty birthday kid. At one point, after the birthday girl had made another kid at the party cry, I pulled her aside and asked if her goal was to make all of her friends unhappy at her party. She replied sheepishly "no". I then asked if she thought her party would be more or less fun if her friends were crying? She replied her party would be less fun. Then she looked at me and said "I'd better go say I'm sorry." Good choice, kid!

The main feature at this party seemed to be their flock of chickens. The birthday girl had actually named one of her new chickens after DJ. And, when the kids were playing the treasure hunt game, the two teenage chickens played too. The kids were all carrying them along with the party. The older chickens were equally entertaining. They were chasing the kids around - and even helped hunt for candy after the pinata broke.






This is the little 3-year-old I almost stole from her parents.  What a cutie! She was dressed in her Christmas party dress.  And, when I asked if this was her favorite dress, she told me it has flowers on it - three of them.  

When we were moving the chicken coop, Garbanzo sliced his finger (pretty good) on the sheet metal he used for a roof.  My friend the ex-paramedic deemed it not worthy of an ER trip because there was really nothing to sew up.  The family was about 2/3rds of the way through an extension on their house.  I laughed when I found this note:
Yeah, I'm so doing that next time we have a project!

Meeting Facilitation by Emmy

"Emmy, do you have an update on where you are at with getting us the security specs?"

To be honest, when the project manager from our consulting firm asked me this question, I was IM'ing with a friend.  These daily "huddles" went sideways long ago, so I usually go, sit in the back, and try to get through the meetings.  The purpose of the meeting is to check progress on the weekly objective, get issues out in the open, and make sure everyone is generally moving the same direction.  These are now a forum of frustration and random venting from our consultants about how we aren't doing what they want.

"No, John, I do not have an update."

"Well, you know this is really important, right?"

"Is it more important than getting the data conversion specifications done or more important than getting configuration tested and signed off on?  Isn't one past due by a week and the other one due Friday?  I didn't think we could move on to integration testing until these things were done, or am I missing something?"

"No, those are more important, but I don't think you understand how hard security is.  What are you doing to make sure this gets done?  Maybe if we showed you how hard it is to set up security, you'd understand why it is important?"

About this time, I am about ready to reach across the table to kill him.  This is the conversation we have had daily for the last two weeks.  I knew what my next statement was going to be.  It would be about how the same team that needs to work on the security specifications is the same team that is a week behind on the data conversion specifications and needs to test and sign off on the configuration this week.  This is the same team that is also validating the report specification and signing off on them.  All four things can't be their #1 priority.  Then I would conclude with asking if he would like for me to put their other stuff on the back burner and have the team work on the security stuff instead.  Then, he would say "no" to all of that.  Then, launch into another round of the security-is-hard lecture.

I tell myself to take a deep breath and try another tact.  Clearly if I know how the conversation is going to proceed, this tact was not working.  John, the PM for the consultant company, is a walking contradiction when it came to this shit.  He is trying to cover his ass and the asses of his team.  And, he will do that by trying to throw us under the bus.

"John, this discussion has taken 10-15 minutes out of every status meeting for the past two weeks.  And, the conversation always goes the same way.  What is it that you would like me to say right now that will ensure this discussion does not happen tomorrow or the next day?"

There are snickers from the team around the room.  The consultant who John is trying to use as an ally is sitting next to me, and he immediately stiffens at my words.  Clearly he can see that I'm about two minutes away from killing one of them.  He is within arms reach, thus more scared.

"Well, I want a due date. If I have a due date, I will feel better about it."

"Okay, I'll have the security personas done by next Wednesday."

"But what about the rest?"

"John, I have to have the personas done before we can do the specifications, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"So would you agree that it needs to be done first?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Once I get those done, I will work with you on the specifications."

"But, then the programming...."

"John, it's crawl, walk, run....the programming is run....let's crawl first, then we'll walk.  Okay?"

"Okay, but I still don't think you know how hard it is."

At this point, I stand up indicating I'm done with this meeting.  It was our last topic, and I was done talking about it.  Everyone else starts to leave too.  I decided I needed to get out of the room before I killed one of them.  On my way out, everyone on the core project team for our company is laughing.  They have been fed up with this discussion for a week and love hearing someone call them out on it.   "Thanks, guys, for your support" was my response.

Twenty-four hours later, we are in the meeting again.  The PM for our team makes a joke about needing to discuss security.  We all snicker, and John starts in again.  He has a new approach he wants to take.  I should mention that I spent two fucking hours the afternoon before trying to fill out the template they had to have me use.  It's a 15 tab spreadsheet with hundreds of rows on each tab.  On each tab, I have to mark each row with not allowed, read only, create, edit or full control.  I was cross-eyed when I was done with the first one. So, hearing he doesn't want me to use this format - the one he has been harping on me to use for the past two weeks - was not something I was happy to hear.

But, I chose not to engage at this point.  I figured I would do this after the meeting.

What I didn't expect was the principal partner to be part of the discussion.  I also didn't expect him to be as pissed off about it as I was.  He tore these guys apart.  Up one side, and down the other.  His parting statement to them was that until they made this task actionable, it was on their heads.

As he and I were in the elevator going to the next meeting, he told me to not listen to them anymore.  They have been bringing this up during their internal meetings as well.  While security is important, it isn't a show stopper like they were making it.  And, their lack of support in getting this done was driving him crazier.  They were throwing it over the wall and washing their hands of it.  They can't do that, and he knew it.  At the end of his rant, he tells me that the next time they bring this up I am to tell them to "shut the fuck up about it."  This guy is not one to curse.  The fact he was fed up with their bull shit to the point where he is telling his client to tell his team to fuck off was priceless.

Our PM who was also part of the conversation chuckled and said, "well, you told the right person to say it.  If anyone will, it will be Emmy."

That's my role - to say what no one else will.
Nice.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Day 174 - Oops!


Garbanzo is going to a wedding. Like anyone getting ready for a nice affair, he showered and shaved beforehand.

Maybe he shouldn't be allowed a razor....or at least to use one where he can't use a mirror.

Friday Field Trips

I read a blog called The Park Bench.  The site is dedicated to "nerdy women".  I consider myself a geek, not a nerd, but that can become a discussion of semantics.

Through her Thursday Randomness post, I discovered the Dr Seuss Parody Page. She had posted a link to the Dr Seuss Meets Star Trek.

If you studied way too much literature in your life, you might like the Dr Seuss version of the Inferno.

An ER fan may enjoy what it would be like if written by Dr Seuss.

I personally found Spam-I-Am to be quite funny.

I am always looking for things for the kids to do that doesn't involve TV, computers and/or gaming systems.  Especially during the summer.  Craft is a quarterly magazine that I love for the ideas on how to make and re-purpose things.  They have a great online blog of ideas that they update constantly.

They have a Summer Camp category where they are giving parents ideas of things you can do that are Summer Camp-like in a nature -but can be done at home.

One of the ones that I liked was for bead making (gluten free, if you have a child with that allergy).  I don't think I'll use it for bead making necessarily.  The kids might have fun making other things with it.  There are instructions for drying the creation, etc.   Figured this one might be a good rainy day project - since we seem to be still at risk for those.

Oh, and here is another idea (non-kid one), that I liked.  Mini-lanterns out of used jam jars.  We are always looking for ways of lighting our patio area when we have people over.  This seems like a neat way.  And, while she uses what she had on hand, I suspect you could do the same thing but with things you find at Lowe's or something.  Hmm...might have to try it.

But, I am going to try to make this recipe this weekend.  The strawberries are in and this tart looks yummy.

And while I'm looking at interesting food sites, I have to mention the Raw Epicurean.  It was a link I found from one of the Twitter people I follow.  She was going to make a Raspberry Ganache Fudge Cake, and the fact it was made "raw" intrigued me.  While I may not understand or agree with the rationale behind the raw movement, I sure find it fascinating to read about.

The last thing I leave you with are Jellyfish Crop Circles.  Years ago, there was a field near Portland where a crop circle was discovered.  Of course, it got lots of media coverage, etc.  A coworker of mine is friends with the owner of the field so would give us updates on the crazy calls he was getting from people.  He pissed everyone off when he got fed up with the circus that was occurring and plowed the whole thing under.  He told everyone that had he known the attention it would have created, he would have done that right away.  I don't know why but it is now what I think about every time I see something about crop circles.  Sure it may look neat and make people wonder, but behind there is probably some poor farmer who is thinking "why me?" and "where's the plow?".

Hope everyone has a great weekend filled with sun!!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Day 173 - Pumpkins Gone Wild


They are taking over! I think I may have at least 10 pumpkins already set on the plants, but it is hard to say given how they are everywhere.

Fair Is Not Always Equal...

...and equal is not always fair.

Indigo is on a rampage right now.  And "It's not fair" is her battle cry.

It's not fair that DJ has her own (very well monitored) email account.

It's not fair that DJ got invited to sleep over at her friend's house.

It's not fair that DJ has an iPod.

It's not fair that DJ gets to .... insert something a 9-year-old can do but a 6-year-old can't.

Garbanzo has started feeling guilty about things.  Like Friday, for example, is a concert I got tickets for.  DJ loves this band - and it's an all ages show.  I figured I would take her with me.  She has hit that point where she would love the experience.  Garbanzo didn't want to make Indigo feel bad.

DJ's friend from school invited her for a sleep over the other night.  We knew Indigo would flip if she found out DJ got to do this but that she wasn't invited.  Garbanzo's first inclination was to decline the invitation to keep the peace.

DJ had a birthday party invite a couple weeks ago.  The girl who invited her said that Indigo could come if about 3 kids didn't show up.  (It's an expensive place to have a party, so most parents cap it at a certain number of kids.)  Indigo was convinced it meant she was going.  And, cried when it didn't happen.

Noticing a theme?

We have been trying to explain to Indigo that there are things she is invited to, that DJ isn't.  And things DJ is invited to, that Indigo isn't.  There are also things DJ is old enough to do, but she isn't.  And there are things DJ is too old for, but Indigo isn't.

At 36, it makes perfect sense.  At 6, it sounds like a lot of bullshit....or at least that's the approach Indigo takes.

Garbanzo doesn't like to see Indigo upset.  Not because a crying child is hard to deal with, but because she is at an age where she just doesn't understand.  She feels big enough for all of these things, but doesn't understand that she is not big enough.  Throw in the fact that Indigo is way too articulate for her own good, and you get rants from Indigo where she feels we don't love her as much ad DJ.  That's what Garbanzo can't stand.

So, we are having to be extra cognizant.  For example, Garbanzo and I were supposed to go to a wedding on Friday.  I was going to see if Ms Panda would take DJ to the concert.  Instead, Indigo is going to be Garbanzo's date.  And, DJ and I will go to the concert.

The sleepover the other night for DJ resulted in Garbanzo finding a local brew pub that has a movie theater which was showing Monsters vs Aliens for their dinner show.  He, Derek, and Indigo went (while I was at work).  They ate, they drank, and all enjoyed the movie.

The birthday party?  We made sure Indigo got some special time with us too.  We went to Build-A-Bear where she got a monkey.  (Build-A-Bear is more her age anyway, IMO.)  Then we browsed through the Lego Store and got a snack.

There are certain things where we have drawn a line in the sand.  Like the email account.  I don't care how much she wants one (DJ uses it to email her grandparents in Mexico), she's not getting one.  She's not old enough.  The iPod - the same thing.  She's too young and not responsible enough.

What we've realized is that we need to make sure DJ doesn't get screwed as the older kid.  That she gets the experiences she deserves as a 9 year old.  As the oldest in my family, this task hits pretty close to home.  (I was screwed over on stuff quite regularly for various reasons as the oldest, so I'm a bit sensitive to it.)

And, we have to make sure that Indigo doesn't miss out on the experiences she deserves as a 6 year old - experiences that are at her level - not beyond her level.  While she loves her big sister and wants to be just liker her, she is only 6.  She has those experiences to look forward to - not necessarily experience now.

That is the challenge anyway.  Now to see if we can actually succeed in finding that balance.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Day 172 - A Ball


A couple weeks ago, my back was bugging me. We had been sitting in a conference room for six hours, and the chairs are not the best. A coworker had brought in an exercise ball to sit on, so I went and asked to borrow it. My intention was to use it to try to pop my back, but soon found that sitting on it versus my chair was helping more than anything else. So I've been sitting on it since.

I asked him the other day if he wanted it back. He said to keep using it until he did. It would just gather dust if it was in his cube. His intentions to use it has never happened. I should mention that I did have a similar ball years ago, but it disappeared when I was out of the office. It is funny to watch people's reactions when they see me sitting on it. But I will have to admit, in my chair, I was an ergonomic nightmare. I never sit and type in a way that makes the safety people feel like I don't have an office injury in my future. I do know. If you don't, you will provide comic relief for the office as you fall off the ball. And no, I don't know that from experience. At least not with this group.

The More You Know - The More You Don't Want To Know: Part 2

Okay - the whole foot thing gets creeper.

I was in a meeting after lunch where I had two women tell me that the HVAC guy did the same thing to them.  It freaked them both out.  Additionally, I guess he's touching more woman - on the arm, of course - to test air temperature on the skin.

I can't believe no one has said anything to Grizzly Adams or to HR?!  Because of the conversation that Grizzly Adams and I already had about this, I let him know.  It's call protecting the company from a lawsuit at this point.

And the other guy - the one who was just fired?

Turns out he was constantly talking to the female employees who worked for him about their footwear, their feet, and how much he loved sitting in airports looking at people take their shoes on and off.  At least one of the managers who worked for him stopped wearing open-toed shoes because it freaked her out so much. (This manager is fairly young and inexperienced in the workplace, so she and I had a talk about when you need to talk to HR about things like this, etc.)

Oh, and I guess before the phone came back to us - everyone was getting freaked out by the feet picture.  The phone was ringing on his desk after he left - and no one would touch it upon seeing the phone picture.  I guess they were afraid of what could be on the phone.   You know - what he could have touched then touched his... I'll just stop there because I don't think I need to paint the rest of that picture.  I guess none of us had taken it that far.

Personally, I'm glad I didn't touch any of his stuff now.

The More You Know - The More You Don't Want To Know

Last week, a new HVAC guy came into the building to service our system.  As an IT person who has a server room to keep cold, you befriend the HVAC guys and try to determine how crazy competent they are. Our last couple have been dimwits.  They would change a filter in the HVAC system - and our server room would get hot.

The area of the building where my cubicle is located is cold.  They designed the building to be "green" which means lots of natural light, auto-dimming lights for when the sun actually shines outside, etc.  Because of all of the natural light, they put the HVAC output vents along all of the windows.  I sit next to the corner which means I have about 4 more vents of cold air pumping down on me than a normal person the building.  It is why I usually have polar fleece on when it's 90 degrees outside.

The new HVAC guy came into my cube and asked if I was cold enough.  I responded with my smart ass remark of "I can store frozen things in my cube with the risk of melting - what do you think?"

He laughed and explained why it was happening.  He also explained how he was going to fix it.

I've heard this before - so I nod my head and left for my meeting.

I came back and was met by the guy in my cube.  He had moved the sensor and wanted to talk to me about temperature regulation or whatever.  He starts talking, and his eyes start moving down.... not to my tits as I was expecting, but to my feet.  Because I'm not shy with inappropriate male behavior in the work place (especially creep guys), I ask him why my feet are interesting.

He gets all flustered and makes up some excuse about women and shoes and temperature regulation.  I don't say anything.  Finally, he looks at me and says "I don't have a foot fetish - I swear."

Yeah, right.

The next day the Facilities Manager drops by and asks me what I thought of the guy.  "Oh, you mean Mr Foot Fetish".  I thought Grizzly Adams (our Facilities Manager does look like him, thus the name) was going to explode right there.   I guess the HVAC guy pulled that shit with me and about 10 other women in the building the day before.  I was the only one who didn't complain but called him on it directly.  Grizzly Adams was going to go have words with the man.

So, I'm thinking last week, that the foot fetish thing was done.

Wrong.

Being in IT, you learn too much about people especially when you get devices back from departed employees.  A upper level manage was walked out the door yesterday, and we got his corporate Blackberry back in the department today.

What was his background on his Blackberry?  His kids?  His wife?  Pets? His favorite sports team?

Nope.

A picture of two pair of women's feet - toe nails painted bright red.  My boss showed it to me shaking her head and wondering what he was thinking.  Then following quickly with, "On second thought, I don't want to know."

About 5 minutes later, Mr Chatty (who was given the device) came by to show me the same thing and to express his disgust.  I pointed out to him it could have been worse.

I've seen people hand back something with worse.  At least the guy was gone - the worst, as I pointed out to both of them, is having to deal with the person afterwards.  Can you tell I've been there?

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Day 171 - Favorite Time of the Year


I love living in Oregon. This time of the year we, we start seeing fresh berries. Then will come the peaches and such. The only thing that would be better is if we grew them all ourselves. Oh well, that's what the farmer's markets are for.

Tuesday Randomness

I've come across a few things lately that have made me either wonder WTF or has made me laugh.

For example, one of my favorite online stores was selling this yesterday:
What does this look like to you?

To me and my twisted brain, it looks like some sort of mold you'd find in the Erotic Bakery in Seattle.

But, no - not that exciting.

It is a Jar Opener.  The Always Effortless Jar Opener to be exact.

Yeah, never would have guessed it myself.

My mind is that of a 14-year-old boy sometimes (okay - most of the time.)

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 Or there was this video a friend sent me yesterday.


While I enjoyed the Twilight books, I love Buffy more.  I found this hilarious.  I should point out that I hated the fact Bella and Edward ended up together in the book series.  Sorry if I ruined it for anyone.

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In a twist of irony last night, Indigo gave us 100 reasons over about 10 minutes why we couldn't eat vegetarian food for dinner. (On Monday nights, we have to usually eat out or else not eat until 8pm after TKD - so we eat out.)  Her main reason is that vegetarian food makes her sick.  After eating the vegetarian food, she begs for us to get the "turkey jerky" they sell.  It's not turkey jerky.  The owners are vegans, so no animal products enter their establishment.  It is a form of gluten jerky that Indigo is in love with.  Guess her arguments won't hold in the future.  Not that they usually work very well.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Day 170 - Arthritis


Bob is officially arthritic in his hips.  The tumor we found a couple of months ago is nothing.  It just looks like something when his hips are sore.  I could tell today that the medicine has kicked in because he was outside romping around with Harry.  In fact, he was taunting Harry to try to tackle him.  I haven't seen him do that in a year.  It's good to see Bob happy again. 
 (Well, that's relative since he's a lab - and labs are usually very happy even when they are sick they are happy.)

Weekend Wrap Up

After the weekend we've had around our house, I feel I need to do a wrap up to start the week off.

Friday night's plans to go to the B52's were thwarted by rain.  Actually, let me clarify.  The torrential rains we were frequent and ran almost right up to when the concert was going to start.  We decided sitting in downpours of rain was not our idea of a good time on a Friday night.  (It was also maybe 65 degrees out on Friday night too, so cold and wet is not fun.)  We opted instead for pizza, beer, and the rest of the series True Blood.  While I hated not using the tickets, the point was to have fun not be miserable.

Oh, and a word about the True Blood series on HBO.  It is over the top in comparison to the books.  Some of the characters are dead on.  Others are totally different with hints of the original characters in the book.  And, there is a hell of a lot more sex in the series than in the books.  And, killing vampires in the series is gory in the series - no ashes here.  The mystery that is straight from the book is done very well in the series.  But, I digress.

Saturday morning, we moved the chicken coop thanks to some friends.  We bribed them with Voodoo Doughnuts.  Gonzo hurt himself for about the 10th time on this project.  Thankfully my friend is a trained paramedic, so we could quickly determine if stitches were needed.  Not in this case.  I have decided my husband should not be allowed to use power tools.  His ability to make good decisions on how to use them takes a back burner to his desire to just get the project done.  The night before, I witnessed his frustration lead to another injury.

After the coop was in place, we picked up the chickens.  The silkie one became my friend.  The woman selling her didn't have a box to put her in, so I got to carry her around.  Gonzo had to pick up his bike from the bike shop a block away from where the chickens were purchased, thus the reason for carrying her around with us.  She was not going in my car unsupervised.  I got some interesting looks.  The funniest being the guy sitting in the window of the restaurant who did the greatest double take I have ever seen.  Hilarious.

Then, after getting the chickens home and inside the coop, we had to finish packing for the camp out.  We got it all packed up in Gonzo's little Scion believe it or not and headed out to the camp site.

While I am a huge believer in always being prepared, I decided that I, once again, am a light packer.  We were going to be there less than 24 hours, so clothes, hats, tent, sleeping bags, flashlights - were about all we brought.  Food was being provided.  We had had a late lunch on the way out there, so I didn't see the need to bring lots of snacks.  We would be eating dinner about 3 hours after arriving anyway.  Some of these other families were setup for a week of camping.  It took them an hour to setup camp and another hour to tear it back down.  It was amazing to me.  I should also mention that we were literally about 10 minutes away from civilization.  We were in the woods, but not in the middle of nowhere as some of these people would have you believe from their stuff.

A good time was had by all.  The spats were minor.  I got caught up on all of the parental gossip.  Got to experience for myself why on of Gonzo's kids has problems.  Wow, is all I have to say about that family.  Way too much drama.  One of the moms who is an amazing woman is now divorced.  I applauded her bringing her four kids with her on the trip.  The younger two are 2 & 4, I think.  The two oldest are 12 and 9.  The four year old scared the hell out of mom and his 12-year-old brother.  It was dark, the kids had been playing in the field, and he just disappeared.  While there are only so many places he could have gone, the dark made it a shit load more difficult to find someone and dangerous as well.  They were just casually looking for him, but I could sense she was about 30 seconds away from panic. And I could tell she was embarrassed that she lost a kid.  I said something to the other adults who had not noticed and started searching.  I found the little boy hiding behind a tent on the edge of camp.  He was crying and hiding because he thought one of the girls was going to tell on him and he didn't want to get in trouble.  I assured him he was far from being in trouble, we were just all scared he was lost.  After that incident, we called the kids together for campfire and smores.

The next morning, we ate breakfast and broke camp.  We arrived home to see that the chickens were still happy, and we declared quiet time.  Naps were definitely needed.  Except the girls decided to get into drag out fights that were loud.  I was successful in getting both of the girls in tears and in bed for a nap. It was clear to me that if they didn't get more sleep, I would have to kill them later in the day.  The naps were for their own safety.

After naps, we went on the Sunday Parkways bike ride with the girls.  It was awesome!  They close off about 8 miles of roads in North Portland for people to bike, walk, run, scooter, whatever.  The busy streets are controlled by police officers, so the route is safe.  This one had a figure 8 sort of loop.  We did the four mile loop which started and ended three blocks from our house.  The girls did pretty well.  It makes for a slow ride, but it was fun.  And, I finally got Indigo to understand what "stop swerving" means.  I swear that girl will take out a bunch of cyclists with the way she swerves randomly on her bike.  Most of the houses along the route were having parties with friends who were clearly enjoying the rides, then coming back for a bbq.  Indigo declared this the best Father's Day ever.  In a few weeks, they are doing another ride in a different part of the city.  We are going to try to go.

After the ride, it was runs for both Gonzo and me.  In a week, we do the Beat the Bridge run - and I'm not feeling ready for it.  I haven't run the distance we are running yet.  I'm sure I'll be fine.  I just would rather have at least one 5 mile run under my belt beforehand.  Time has been the challenge, however.  I did about 4 miles yesterday, so I am feeling better.  We'll see how this week goes.

After the runs, we went and ate sushi.  It ended up being a late dinner, but the timing was definitely good.  We got into our usual sushi place and got a table almost right away.  DJ convinced Indigo to try sashimi (the raw slabs of fish on rice).  Indigo liked the white tuna.  She popped it in her mouth like an old pro.  The regular tuna didn't go over as well.  But we applauded her for trying it.  For dessert, we got gelato.

Like I said, the weekend was definitely action packed and full of excitement (both good and bad).  I almost feel like I need a weekend from my weekend.  Hope everyone is having a good Monday!!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Day 169 - Camping

Last night, we spent it out in the wilderness.  Actually, Oxbow Park to be exact.

DJ's girl scout troop in celebration of bridging had decided to go camping with their families.  The parents looked at the available dates and decided on a date in late June figuring early May would have far more rainy weather than late June.  

Yeah, we were wrong.   The date in May would have actually been perfect.  This weekend - not so much.  It was maybe 65 in the forest - and it rained off and on.

Our home for the night was our four person dome tent.  Purchased about 10 years ago, but only used about 4 or 5 times.  Since it's father's day yet, I figure I should thank my dad for one important thing - teaching me how to put up a tent.  We used to car camp a lot as a kid, and each kid had their own tent they were responsible for putting up and taking down.  You learned fast - especially when it was raining outside.

Besides our tent, I put up two others.  The second one I helped at the end.  DJ helped with the bulk of it. I had never thought of putting up tents as being a skill until this weekend.  Who knew.

A good time was had by all.  And after Indigo decided at 3am that she had to go to the bathroom, Gonzo (the husband formerly known as Garbanzo) and I laid their listening to the owls hooting to each other. I can think of worse things to have to listen to at 3 am.  

As for the rain, we got some.  Everyone stayed dry though.  And, the girls played in the open field until about 10 pm last night.  It was still bright enough for them to play tag.  After tag, it was smores around the campfire, and the girls entertained us with their girl scout songs.  They were hilarious.  

A good time was definitely had by all!

In fact, we may take the girls camping a few more times this summer.  They loved it - and we have the stuff.  Seems to make for a cheap and quick weekend getaway.

Father's Day

What can I say about the man who taught all of his kids the proper use of the word "fuck"?

My dad demonstrated on a daily basis what sacrafice was.  He spent over 30 years at a job he hated because it put food on the table and gave us great health insurance. 

This is the man who would forgo anything he personally needed if one of his kids needed something.

If my brother and I had a baseball/softball game at the same time, this guy would run between the games to make sure he saw both of us play. 

My dad was a man full of wisdom.  Wisdom he learned from his dad.
  • What goes around comes around.  Make sure what you are giving is what you want to get back.
  • If you borrow something, return it in better shape than how it was leant to you.
  • If you are not having fun playing a game, then you are playing it wrong.  A game is something you do for fun and/or entertainment, if you aren't having fun, you shouldn't play it.
  • As long as you can say you tried your hardest, you didn't fail.  You only fail when you stop trying.
 This is the guy who wasn't afraid to be wrong in front of his kids.  If he overreacted to something, he was the first one to apologize.  And, he didn't just say he was sorry - but explained why he was wrong.

When his dad died my senior year of high school, he came into my room and we cried together.  He traveled five hours each way to come see me play softball in college.  He showed, on a daily basis, there was a significant difference between being a father and a dad.  He has always been dad.

Happy Father's Day, Dad!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Last of his chicks


We don't remember this one's breed.

We are now on our way to the girl scout camp out. Think sunny thoughts!

More of Garbanzo's chicks


This is a golden sexlinked.

Day 168 - Chickens

Here is one of the chickens Garbanzo (who may be known as Gonzo from
here on out) got today. This one is a Silkie. I am uploading from my
iPhone so the other two pictures will be posted soon.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Day 167 - The Coop

Garbanzo, in case you don't read his blog, has been building the Taj Mahal of chicken coops. He decided to build it on the back deck figuring it would be a good staging area. Now he can't get it off the deck even with my help. He has put a plea out to his friends and rugby mates for some help in the morning - using coffee and donuts as bribes. Should make for an interesting morning if no one shows.

Here are some pictures of the girls painting the coop.
"We love chickens"
"Chicken + us = eggs"

DJ peeking up at me.


Friday Wrap Up

This week has been crazy...not that I probably need to explain why after my post yesterday! :)

The info about the company is not public knowledge, but you would think it was given the lack of email and other activity occurring.  I usually check my work email before coming to work (I like to know what I'm walking into), and the past three days there has been nothing.  This morning, the only email I had was from a company on the East Coast with whom I'm working on a project.  That was it.  Singapore is usually very chatty, so for them to go totally dark is a bit eerie.
I was looking at our family calendar last night and discovered we have a full weekend followed by a full week.

Tonight, Garbanzo and I are going to see the B52s at the Zoo concert.  And, it's raining.  Keep your fingers crossed that it stops before the concert.  While I expect a fun concert, I am not too keen on sitting in the rain to see them.  Reading Hubman's music meme today evoked the memory of what I think of when I hear the B52s.  A guy I used to debate with in high school - to be specific.  He had this total late 50s-early 60s sense of style, and he had bought an old Cadillac convertible complete with fins.  He and his dad spent the year restoring this car and painted it candy apple red when it was done.  He loved the B52s.  So, on debate trips, we would end up listening to them in the van.

The girls are going to do the "overnight" at the taekwondo school.  They try to do a kids' night out with sleep over every few months.  All of the instructors have lots of fun, and I think they all enjoy a more relaxed time with the kids.

Saturday is when we get the chickens.  That, of and in itself, will be interesting.

Then at 1pm, we meet DJ's girl scout troop for their camping trip.  They are just going car camping, but we still have to get everything ready - tent, sleeping bags, etc.  I need to look at who is going again to see whose company I have to tolerate, I mean, get to enjoy.  Some of the moms at the school drive me nuts.

Sunday is the North Portland Sunday Parkway Bike Ride.  The city closes off a 7-8 mile loop so that families can get out and ride through the neighborhood.  I'd love to do it, but we'll see how the girls are holding up by then.  Two overnights back-to-back will be interesting.  They do two loops - one is 4.5 miles while the other is 3.5 miles.  There are activities along the way which is fun.  Who knows if we will go.  We may all be napping.

I will leave you today with a site that is extremely clever.  I like programmers and companies that have a sense of humor, and this company and site definitely qualifies.

HEMA is a Dutch department store.  Here is their website.
Before you click on the link, know the site is written entirely in Dutch - but that won't matter.  When the site comes up, do nothing.  Just watch what happens.  Like I said, very clever!

Have a great weekend!!
And don't forget about Dad's on Sunday!!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Day 166 - Drugs and Your Pets

I walked into the kitchen tonight and found this:

Katchoo, my 10-year-old Calico cat, just laying there on the floor. That little baggy in front of her is catnip - or kitty crack, as it is known in our house.  Garbanzo, our 14 year old Siamese, is the addict.  Katchoo never gives it a second glance.  This must be some good catnip if she sought it out and played with it, and in full view of the dogs.
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While I'm documenting her debauchery, she catches the sweet scent of the catnip again - and decide she just needs one more hit before she goes back outside to meet up with her kitty friends.  
Yeah, I doubt she is moving until one of the dogs decides to move her.  Damn drug addicted cat!

A Leap of Faith....

After lunch yesterday, the other IT manager and I were called into the CIO's office for a meeting.

Given the odd title of the meeting request and the lack of agenda, I suspected layoffs were going to be discussed. I was right. What I didn't expect was this:

"Do you want to be on the layoff list, or do you want to stay? You both have been identified as people we would like to find a place for in the company, if we can. There are no guarantees that staying will be at your pay level nor that it will even be in the IT department. I need to know by tomorrow noon. Not everyone is getting the opportunity to make this choice, but I feel you guys deserve it."

I should point out that the CIO is on the layoff list.

My gut reaction after hearing this? I'm gone.

I suspected that this was more a question to me than for my cohort. I am the natural choice to run the department after the CIO leaves. The department would be five employees including myself. Not very attractive past the first six months, truth be told.

Plus, this place needs to fucking change. While the reductions should drive some of it, I fear some of the people in leadership roles and their own personal ability to change. And as someone who is living the nightmare that I described to the same management team 18 months ago, I'm just done. Time to go elsewhere.

Then after chatting briefly with ASM, I was reminded of the other thing I've feared for the past couple years. The severance package. Her concern was that the first package is good, but subsequent ones would not be as good. And, for the record, ASM was right. My boss does not believe the severance package as they stand today will stay in effect past the end of the year. She is pretty confident it will be reduced.

My fear has always been not jumping soon enough. And not getting a decent package. Given my tenure at the company, I would get one hell of a package especially when you factor in my role. I have a nice parachute today,

After some discussions last night with Garbanzo, I am taking the package. (He says he trusts me. Yikes!)

I told my boss just 30 minutes ago. She understands, agrees I will be bored in six months, and has vowed to help me find something else. Then, she smirked and thanked me for making her job harder. I was the only choice internally to lead that group. She'll be making something up for HR as to why I am not qualified for the job. I gave her some suggestions of what to use. She laughed, then quickly told me that she didn't believe any of them - but the HR person would which was all that is important. I did stipulate that I end on the end date. If they want me to hang around to finish things - I would contract back. She said that is the expectation she is setting across the board. She knows the game and isn't going to let them play it with her departing staff. If they need us longer - they need to contract us.

So, there you go - a leap into the unknown - putting faith in those who have always said "they enjoy work with me and would help me anytime I would need it". And putting faith in myself. I have a lot of skills. There is a lot of change happening out in the world. As my boss told me, I'm in a great position because I have stayed a generalist during a time when people were specializing. The job market is in search of generalist in IT right now. I am positioned well.

Guess we'll find out in about 3 months when I am officially laid off, if this is true. And, if worse comes to work, I can always go into...thieving, I mean, consulting.

(Oh, and for the three people who are local and know me and where I work. Pretend you don't know me. None of this is public knowledge yet. And, I would like a package versus getting fired. Thank you!)

Oh, and Thank you, ASM, for your perspective last night! I truly appreciated it! You reminded me that those factors in my decision were more important than maybe I was making them.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Day 165 - Short

She's nine. I think I have a year before she is as tall as I am. I
guess the good news is that won't ask to borrow clothes from me. The
kid is way too skinny and finds her sister's pants fit her better even
if they are too short.

And....Scene!

I hate drama.

Have you picked that up about me yet?

And, when drama is starting, I do my best to turn it onto its head.  I find that is my role with my parents and brothers.  I find I do that well in business.  I don't thrive on confrontation, but I'm more of cut the shit and get to the root of the matter sort of person.  And, I can even do that with strangers.

Last Friday, Garbanzo and I were sitting outside of the taekwondo school reading.  The lobby where parents can watch is fairly small, and all of the parents decided to watch that day.  We chose to sit outside in the sunshine instead being crammed inside with the other parents.

Next door to the taekwondo school is an upscale salon where all of the self-important seem to go to get their hair done. Out of the door came this woman on her cell phone walking to her car and talking very loudly about how important something she was doing was.  Her high-end Lexus was parked next to my car which Garbanzo had been driving that day.  She makes a big production out of having to "call the person back because of an issue".  Then she turns to Garbanzo and asks, "Is this your car?"

"Yes"

"The door is open, and that's plain rude."

Huh?

Garbanzo looks and finds that kids left the driver side door ajar after climbing inside to get something. And the door was near her car - not touching it.  He goes over, closes it, thanks for her letting him know, and apologizes because he though she had needed to get into the passenger side of the car.  When he starts talking to her, he does so using his teacher voice which is diplomatic and professional.

But, she isn't finished yet. And no, she didn't need to get into that side of the car either.

She claims there is a scratch on her door.  And starts chastising him for personally doing it.  Her tone was very much like he knew it was her, and decided to go out of his way to do this to her.  When he goes to look at her car to see if there is damage or even talk to her, she shoos him away, continues to chastise and say "I don't have time to deal with it."  She then relaunches into a rant about rude people, etc, etc.  And like her cell phone call, she is doing it loudly.

At this point, I'm done.  I'm sick of the drama she is creating.  The week has been long.  And, don't fuck with people I care about - friends, family or otherwise  - especially if it is for no valid reason.  Nothing will set off my temper faster than doing that.  So, I jump into the conversation right as she's starting round 3 of her rant at Garbanzo.

"Look, our kids left the door open, not him.  Now maybe you don't have kids, but that shit happens. And, clearly there is nothing wrong with your freaking door or else you would have time for us to make it right.  You just want to rant and rave.  You don't care if you get an apology.  So if you're too busy, then be too busy and leave already!  We are done discussing it!"

I don't know who I shocked more - this woman or Garbanzo.

She get into her car, starts to open her mouth to say something again before she is shutting the door, but thinks better of it when she sees I am just standing there daring her to continue. Then she starts her car, glares at me one more time, and leaves.

I hate drama.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Day 164 - Candy Run

When I ran cross country, our 3 mile runs were called Candy Runs.  Rumor had it that the coach used to give candy at the finish.  I think it was a lie really.  I never got candy, nor did I see anyone else get candy.  I think it was his trick to get us to run faster.

Today, Garbanzo and I both ran 3 mile routes.  While the paths crossed, the major difference was the fact I ran by the Italian bakery which is about 5 blocks from our house.  He stopped at the Italian bakery.  And bought this.  A pastry for some Italian holiday which I cannot remember the name of.

I'm making him share.

Do What I Say, Not What I Do

At lunch today, I decided I wanted to make a minor change to the blog template.   I always tell people to back up their work first - before making changes.

Guess who didn't follow her own advice?  I'd give you three guesses but you will only need one.

Thirty minutes later, I had a new template, new layout, and everything.  I screwed things up REALLY bad, couldn't fix it, so had to start over.  The only good thing about this situation is the fact I find myself in it a lot, so getting things back together isn't as hard as it used to be.

Really - follow my advice.  Save a copy before making changes.  Don't use me as an example!

That being said, what do you think?  Too much? Easier to read?  Easier to navigate?  Who cares?

My Favorite Thing about Summer Vacation

Waking up to a quiet house.

Not having the chaos of trying to get ready, fighting Garbanzo for the shower, and trying to get the girls up and dressed and eating breakfast.

Not being annoyed that the latter part of the above list resulted in me not having time to make myself a cup of coffee for my drive to work.

Knowing that the only person I need to worry about is me.  And if I'm running late it is because of my own choices - not the actions of those involved in the chaos.

Did I mention the house is quiet?  No noise.  No nothing.

This is why I like summer vacation.  Yeah, everyone but me is home and having fun all day, but I like the change of pace in the morning.  It is definitely a compromise, but one I'll gladly make.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Day 163 - Clouds


“Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud;
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lies in sweetest bud.
All men make faults.”

- William Shakespeare

The BEST Age





taken 2 years ago
Whenever our kids hit a developmental milestone or we realize they are finally old enough to enjoy something new, Garbanzo and I look at each other and say "this is the best age!"

The statement is never meant to say that the previous age or time was bad.  Just that things have gotten even better than we expected as they've grown older.  Even before the first child is born, you get the litany of warnings followed by the evil grin or laughter.

"Just wait until they cry all night or want to nurse all night."
"Just wait until they start teething."
"Just wait until they learn the crawl and pull things off of tables."
"Just wait until they learn to walk and run away from you at the store."

While some people are willing to share the joys of parenting, there is also this never ending list of things that you should prepare yourself for experiencing.  And, while these times are trying, there is so much joy hidden in those moments.  Realizing DJ was not freaked out but enthusiastic about riding the Burley bike trailer, for example, was an amazing moment where we realized we can start bike riding again.  Just like when the girls learned how to ride their bikes last summer opened up new possibilities in family activities as well as gave us a chance to share something we all enjoyed.

Some of these moments are marked by something being learned - like riding a bike.  Some of these moments for us have happened when one of them relates a story that has us rolling in laughter because it showed how their imaginations were working.  Some have been even simpler moments.

While Garbanzo was at camp last week, we were spending our usual Monday night at the TKD dojang.  Between classes, we walked over to the grocery store to pick up some dog food.  As we were getting ready to cross the street, Indigo slipped her hand into mine.  And, I realized it has been forever since I've had to hold a hand while crossing the street.  I realized how big they had gotten.  And, that while this is definitely a fun age, I do miss my squishy girl as I used to call her.  She, just like DJ, has grown up too fast.  She's a kid now.

When did this happen??  And, how can I slow down the process?  I'm not ready for hands not to be held while walking across the street and all of the stuff you do when your kids are really little.

Especially since that means the preteen years are coming....rapidly!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Day 162 - Pride

Today was the Portland Gay Pride Parade.  We attended as we always due and were happy to be in the company of Derek as well as a few of their rugby teammates.  And, as always, we made friends with all of the lesbians with kids nearby.  This year, one of the moms was wearing a shirt which said on the front "Well, there are lesbians...." and on the back said "and there are drunk straight girls" with a picture of a girl in a large martini glass.  She makes these shirts.  I love it.  Kind of goes along with a discussion Hubman had on his blog a while back.  (Click here if you want to read it.)  Anyway, Garbanzo got her card - and promises to get me one.  Each year at Pride, I find a t-shirt that I love the message of and have to buy it.  This was my choice this year.

Anyway, back to the pictures.  I will give you a vignette of the signs and random pictures I took this year.  You won't see any drag queens in it.  I think I'm saving them for a different post.  Many were so fabulous that they should be a focus of their own.


(this guy is one of the owners of the local balloon shop - thus the "Blow Me" t-shirt.)
Dykes on Bikes.  
The Gay Color Guard


Geeks - notice the guy with the iPhone behind him.

Everyone Loves A Parade in rainbow colors.  Her sister had one that said "My Moms ROCK!"

Nike and Intel usually have a gay pride-off.  Who is most supportive of their gay employees.  Nike won this year.

They all had t-shirts with this logo on it.


Sign being carried by a Mormon - it reads: "If I knock on your door, can I show you my missionary position?"

I love this: "cupcakes don't hate why should you?!"

They made a nude calendar they decided to give a sample of by where these: