A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
I woke up early in the morning ready to get up and program while everyone slept but I could not move. I was lying on my right side in the shape of a C. The dog lay on feet. Evan was leaning against my back. And in the C the cat was curled up against my stomach and purring.
Sometimes, the signs are telling you to keep sleeping.
It amazes me to see Sarah turn 14. The time has flown by so quickly. She has grown into a remarkable young lady. Her academics are impressive. She is athletic and social. She has great confidence and is very well rounded. I only wish she could learn to express feelings. She is a wonderful daughter and very good to her siblings. We are fortunate to have Sarah in our lives. Happy Birthday!
Would someone kindly explain to me why bras don’t have laundering instructions on them?
With such inexplicable timing and totally out of the blue:
Amy sings: "Always look on the bright side of life. da da da da de de de de da."
Amy: "Dad, I heard you sing that once."
Glenn! If you trick me into clicking on another Amazon link
Here’s my wish list
I’m smarter than you.
From now on, everything I make is going to have one of these.
I have been succumb by Twitter! (you can also see my Twitter updates in the sidebar)
On days like today, I can’t help but think maybe I do need a real job!
I can’t imagine anything "the they" could throw at me which would be more demanding than what I currently do.
Sometimes I want to post intimate details, no not those kind, of my life but to do so would really overstep the bounds of good taste and common sense. I work as an independent consultant. It is a terribly difficult way to live but offers great rewards (otherwise, why do it?). I think people would find the challenges I face intriguing; however, clients relations could be damaged and friends and family would turn up the frequency of the "why don’t you get a real job" question. Psst! Hey Spanky. I’ve got a real job!
We tend to live a feast or famine lifestyle; not much of a middle ground. I know! I’ll write a book. It can be published at a later time when the information will not result in harsh criticisms from those who cannot see the long term benefit of the present day suffering nor will it compromise my relationships with clients and locals. Once upon a time…
So today began with me frantically trying to complete one project so that I could try to finish another critical project and was interrupted with a client emergency which was put on hold until tomorrow. Part of wrapping up project 1 involved getting the data and structure out of a MS SQL 2k database and into a MySQL 5.03 database. Jumped some hoops on that one. The MySQL GUI Tools are fantastic! I still prefer SQLyog for developing queries since it uses the same shortcuts as MS Query Analyzer. Next I had to figure out how to get my CFMX7 server to actually connect a data source to the MySQL server.
Long and short I had to download the mysql-connector-java-5.0.6.zip then put the jar into the web-inf/lib directory. The CFservice had to be restarted of course. Worked like a charm!
Devpapers.com was invaluable although I skipped most of those instructions.
Ended up on a long tech support call trying to figure out why my Motorola v3xx has quit sending SMS text messages and will only send MMS messages. Seems the answer may be to empty everything from the inbox and outbox. That will take some doing!
Time to do more programming. What I’d really like to do is settle in with a scotch and a book or a movie and talk to Cathy.
…then buy a new one! Come on. You know you want one!
All proceeds go toward financing Doug’s vasectomy! -Cathy
Seriously, we had an earthquake (drill) today. See also and details of the drill.
As Noah is preparing to walk out the door for a week of church camp, one of his friends appears at the door.
Noah: "I’m going to church camp for 5 weeks."
Evan: "wat a woot la la blah che che oooh."
Dad: "That’s chalk and I’m not opening it in here."
Evan, 2 years old, sharply: "Fine!"
