July 2006

Tower of Babel? So I’m walking around in the rain, avoiding getting work done for a while (i.e., taking a break), when I start thinking about Microsoft and how Bill Gates is getting out of the business over the next few years. What will happen is Microsoft no longer holds a near-monopoly over operating systems? […]

Vicious (and stupid) Cycle. Ever notice how being behind on a big project can stress you out? Ever notice how being stressed out consumes your brain, so you don’t get any work done?

Sex Bomb!* Click here for the funniest ice skating routine ever. (Not really unsafe for work, but not all that appropriate, either.) *The Tom Jones song.

Christmas in July. We celebrate Christmas in July, i.e., an excuse for summertime gift-giving and decorations. We finally have the tree and leis put up, and the tiki gods overlook the fish tank. Which reminds me…we got that fish tank a year ago. But not the fish. As Lee says, “Let’s just say we recycled

Girl Stuff. Mike gave Ray a belated Christmas present: a little luggage bag with kiddie makeup. Including nail polish. Hm…Barney videos? Drum set? Live animal? The glove has been thrown down, baby, and I am not afraid of the challenge. But Ray loves it, and I’ve put away the nail polish so only Mom can

Fireworks. It stopped raining long enough yesterday for us to watch fireworks at Memorial Park with Mike and Connie and the kids, who left this morning to go back to SD. We parked down by Zorbadillos (one of my favorite restaurants ever; I’m biased) and sat near the lake. The girls were antsy, to say

Independence Day Quotes. Here are some Independence Day quotes that I found today… You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics where kids throw

Smell…bad…. I rode to and from work on the short bus today. (There’s a bus that shuttles people around on the base, but it’s normally a full-sized bus. It had been parked off to the side today. Fuel effiency? Not a lot of people in the office today.) It smelled terrible, as if someone had

Zoo Trip. The Zoo trip went well. Everybody (except Mike, who is over the weight limit) got to ride both the restored antique carosel ponies and the real, live ponies. Ne-eigh! Afterwards, at the point where I (although suggesting it in the first place, mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa) chickened out of going

Parenting. The following bit of overheard conversation appears to me to sum up the quintessence of parenting: what you don’t know can’t gross you out in the middle of the grocery store. “Mom, I got boogers. See?”“Tommy, I don’t want to hear about boogers any more today, okay?”“Okay, Mom.”“Thank you.”