The weekend was rather eventful, but I think I'll start off with some Good Idea / Bad Idea.
Good Idea: in your spare time, install a fire extinguisher in the kitchen to show your protection over your wife.
Bad Idea: test out the fire extinguisher in the kitchen.
Good Idea: wear shorts in the summer time because it is hot and humid in Texas.
Bad Idea: wear shorts to work, where they over-compensate for the hot weather.
Good Idea: kill the giant cockroach before your wife gets home.
Bad Idea: misplace an insect leg on the kitchen floor.
Good Idea: drink lots of water when you're sick.
Bad Idea: stand up quickly when nauseated and full of water.
Good Idea: get the leaky fuel line fixed on the car so that it doesn't catch on fire.
Bad Idea: fill the car with fuel before the mechanic cuts the fuel line.
Good Idea: put the dog in the back yard so he can stretch his legs while you're at work.
Bad Idea: put the dog in the back yard so he can get drenched with heavy summer rains.
All I can say is, it's been an exciting day. Although it's not completely chronological, the Good Idea / Bad Idea pretty much sums up my day. I'll allow your imagination to fill in the details. . . . Finished? Good. It all ended well, I'm sitting on my bed with my wife writing this blog instead of mourning the today that could have been; that's something right?
The better story took place before all the confusion that the flu trails in its wake. Friday morning, Becca and I drove four hours to Temple (no, we did not join a cult or go on pilgrimage). A friend from High School had asked Becca to be one of her bridesmaids, and we came when beckoned. After a few failed attempts to help, I made great headway on my most recent book Xenocide, by Orson Scott Card. I also had a great time with Becca's cousins, who we stayed with for the two nights we were in Temple. His dogs enjoyed chasing frisbees, and Echo (my dog) soon caught onto the concept of chasing after the flat and hovering tennis ball.
We stopped in Tyler on the way back, and I purchased a special ordered chefs apron (one of the last eight to be made) so that I can cook with style. Becca and I found a movie that never made it anywhere and tried to watch it over dinner. The movie was so poorly made and so incredibly predictable that we shut it off and went to bed early. Six o'clock comes around pretty fast.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Another Day Another App
Let me explain how this whole blog thing will work itself out. I write in a variety of styles, and this is not the first blog that I've had the pleasure of writing. I'll try to give you a heads up about the category or topics covered in the entry. The categories will range from Inspirations to Instructions to Narratives to Coding Tips. This one is a narrative.
The alarm went off at 5:30 this morning; a pleasant song filled the room and quickly tore me from my dreams and placed me in Texas. I don't often get up at 5:30, and today was no exception. After a snooze my wife got up to get ready for work, and after another, I rolled out of bed to make us both breakfast. I really enjoy breakfast.
After my wife drove off to work, I read, cleaned up the kitchen, packed a lunch, and went to work. As usual, I was the first to arrive, and before anyone else had arrived, I had a cup of hot coffee in my hand and a list of completed task. I spent the rest of the day developing a new administrative panel for my dynamic webpage management system (when I say "my" I'm referring to my company, not just myself).
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few of the basics: milk, eggs, bread, corn starch, and cotton rounds. I've noticed that my grocery lists have already begun the obvious shift from a bachelor list to a married man list; the recent development is quite enjoyable to observe (and participate in). I would have been out of the store within ten minutes, but by the time I had checked off all the other items on my list, I discovered that I hadn't the fainted clue what corn starch looks like. I imagined a clear liquid in a medium glass bottle with a picture of corn on it. Half an hour later, I asked someone who worked there what corn starch looked like, and she immediately walked me to the baking section next to the flower and picked up a can with big letters across the front: Corn Starch. Incidentally, the first place I looked was in the Baking/Flour department.
I arrived home to see my beautiful wife cooking dinner and my energetic dog running laps around the island. After a long day, it was good to be home.
The alarm went off at 5:30 this morning; a pleasant song filled the room and quickly tore me from my dreams and placed me in Texas. I don't often get up at 5:30, and today was no exception. After a snooze my wife got up to get ready for work, and after another, I rolled out of bed to make us both breakfast. I really enjoy breakfast.
After my wife drove off to work, I read, cleaned up the kitchen, packed a lunch, and went to work. As usual, I was the first to arrive, and before anyone else had arrived, I had a cup of hot coffee in my hand and a list of completed task. I spent the rest of the day developing a new administrative panel for my dynamic webpage management system (when I say "my" I'm referring to my company, not just myself).
On the way home, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few of the basics: milk, eggs, bread, corn starch, and cotton rounds. I've noticed that my grocery lists have already begun the obvious shift from a bachelor list to a married man list; the recent development is quite enjoyable to observe (and participate in). I would have been out of the store within ten minutes, but by the time I had checked off all the other items on my list, I discovered that I hadn't the fainted clue what corn starch looks like. I imagined a clear liquid in a medium glass bottle with a picture of corn on it. Half an hour later, I asked someone who worked there what corn starch looked like, and she immediately walked me to the baking section next to the flower and picked up a can with big letters across the front: Corn Starch. Incidentally, the first place I looked was in the Baking/Flour department.
I arrived home to see my beautiful wife cooking dinner and my energetic dog running laps around the island. After a long day, it was good to be home.
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