Tomorrow’s dinner was cooked tonight!
Category: Daily Life
Ramblings, often stream of conscious, journaling the events of my life.
Story of my life
On a tight deadline tonight with too much to accomplish. So what happens? Computer freezes, reboots, runs slow, iPhone apps causing me grief, Amazon FireHD running slow…nothing is working! Argh.
RIP Narrative
The Narrative camera was a pre-purchase, Kickstarter style, project I backed. I was in early and really enjoyed the product. It started as a very small, light weight and durable wearable camera which took a 5 megapixel photograph every 30 seconds. Eventually we were able to change the time to as little as every 10 seconds. The battery would last all day and captured numerous candid and awesome photos of scouting events and my daily life. I particularly enjoyed wearing the camera, forgetting about it, immersing myself in the event, and later enjoying great photos to enhance my memory. As for the durability, I once had the camera fall off my shirt and ran over it with a pallet jack pushing it along the concrete 3 feet before realizing it was under the wheel. Barely a scratch! The Narrative really is a great product. It’s a shame the company failed. Maybe GoPro will pick them up.
Forwhat?
Seriously, does anyone use Foursquare anymore?
I see the solution
Night ruined because I tried to help someone. I see the solution to the problem. I should quit trying to help people. "Not my problem."
Come and get it!
My house doesn’t have a dinner bell; it has a dinner text message.
Once upon a time, I bought a triangle to ring to bring the children home from playing in the neighborhood…I wasn’t ever allowed to use it 🙂
And thus closes another weekend
We’ve reached that time of Sunday even where I declare that this weekend needs two more days. For my health, I cry uncle. That which did not get completed will be done in due time. It was a full weekend. Tomorrow promises to be long and will not be lacking of interest. Let us resume these activities at 4:30 tomorrow morning. Ciao.
From the mouths of babes
Cathy: "You’ve managed to redneck your whiskey!"
Happy Anniversary to My Wife
15 years ago, I made the greatest decision of my life. Happy Anniversary Cathy! You truly complete me.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I’m pretty sure as a child I wanted to be an architect (thank you Dad and Michael Brady), and maybe an astronaut, and definitely an entertainer; but NEVER do I recall saying, “Hey, I’d like to spend the better part of my adult life cleaning up pee and poo and other bodily fluids.”
I can see clearly now…bah
Went it hoping to get contacts. Came out with bi-focals. My mind is not old but my body is beginning to betray me.
From the mouths of babes
My eldest son: "Dad, the mower won’t start."
Me: "I’ll take a look at it."
Cranks on first pull. I report back to my son, "Started on the first try."
My son with holier-than-thou indignity with a touch of anger and a dash of annoyance, "Well I’d sure like to know what you are doing different than me because I pulled that string for 10 minutes and it didn’t start."
Me: "I put gas in it."
…dogs and cats living together… mass hysteria!
What did you do with your weekend?
I found a nice place to relax in the house.
Getting ahead
Occasionally I play the lottery. Typically, I’ll buy a ticket then not look at it for several days after the numbers have been drawn. It’s Schrodinger’s lottery ticket. For those few days, I’m a millionaire! And the dreams are glorious.
On this occasion, I paid $2 for a MegaMillions ticket and I won $25. A smart man would have pocketed the money but I was having fun, so I spent $2 on another MegaMillions, $3 on a Powerball, and $20 on a scratch-off. The scratch-off was a $30 winner! (Now up, $28 dollars) Again, a smart man would take the money and run but I have never purchased a $30 scratch-off before so I decide to let it ride. I ask the man behind the counter, “How do those $30 tickets do?” He replies, “Once you get ahead, you stay ahead with those.” I buy one. He extends the ticket toward me and I grab one end while he continues to hold the other end, narrows his eyes, and speaks deliberately to me, “You ain’t ahead yet.”
