Well, it's been a while.
The weblog has been pretty much at the bottom of my priority list lately, which should be pretty obvious from the lack of posting. Jane is into her last six-week class in her MBA program and this one ends with a ~200 page paper due. Add to that the two nights a week of her accounting class and we're pretty busy. Throw the baby, due in early October on top of that and you have one very unhappy and busy Jane.
So rather than complain about the crap going on, here's a quick update of whatever random stuff I can think of:
My neck feels much better, thank you. What really helped with the neck was my lower back seizing up the next day and drowning out the neck pain with the much more familiar lower-back pain. I feel like an old fart and am trying to figure out when and how to start excercising again.
Jane's iBook started complaining that it hard drive was failing last Sunday, picking a fine time to go off for a week-long repair vacation. Nicely, it allowed us to back it up before it left and I'm relegated to using my work laptop while Jane takes over my desk and the iMac for paper-writing.
We've come to believe that sleep is incredibly overrated. Jane can't sleep for pregnancy discomfort. The kids can't sleep for some reason ("I keep having dreams Dad!!" says Joey.) therefore I can't sleep for servicing the kids. I also have the problem of having my alarm clock within arm's reach since we re-arranged the bedroom and I don't have to get out of bed to hit snooze six or seven times.
My parts are on their way from Germany. This means that I've got a couple weekends of work ahead of me to get the engine assembled to put into the camper. I may in fact get this damn thing running this year. For what it's worth, I promise photos of the camper as soon as I can get near my computer.
My trip to Madison, if nothing else proved to me what a useless lump I am. I squandered away so much freetime sitting in the hotel room, when I could have been writing stuff here, or looking over the site re-design that Mark did for me. For some reason, the chaos here keeps me getting things done.
I have a new PDA. My old Sony Clie TG-50's battery was wearing out and it cost nearly as much to replace as it would have to buy another one. I was still trying to figure out what to do when I found a display model Clie NZ-90 on the shelf at MicroCenter for $180, about $200 below market price. It is a step back in size, as it is much bigger than my last three PDAs (TG-50, NR-70V, and Visor Edge), but it has a 2 megapixel camera and a slot for a WiFi card. Look for more photos here soon.
My mom called me last Saturday to tell me that one of our older neighbors was having a yard sale and that I should get over there to "get some old stuff for your old house." As it turns out Mrs. Nichols wasn't having a sale, her grandaughter Ann was. Ann Merrill and I went to grade school together and have been friends for years. We'd kind of lost touch and it was great to see her. She was selling her extra stuff as she had sold her house and quit her job to join the Peace Corps. She leaves for Moldova in a few weeks and is living with her grandmother in the meantime.
This kind of requries a picture, but we're pretty sure that Joey broke his nose. He and Bobby were running through the hosue and he hit the coffee table just right with the bridge of his nose. This happened a week ago and he is still swollen. I managed to con him in to getting a picture just before the bruising around his eyes peaked. He's pretty much ignoring it, but complains about it being tender every once in a while.
The boys finally explained to me today why all of the backyard toys that they could lift are all in a pile on and around the table on our back porch. It is a hideout. Chris was there when I discovered this and for some reason it reminded me of a teenage detective gang serries of books that I read when I was a kid. The teenage detective gang had a hideout that was an old RV in the middle of a junkyard owned by one of the teenager's parents. They had all kinds of secret ways in and out of the hideout. Chris says he remembers that in one book they built a submarine. Neither one of us can remember the name of the book or serries.
(UPDATE, I just googled this and was easily able to come up with the Alfred Hitchcock and the Three Investigators serries.)
Remember what I said about kids and sleeping? Well, the pretty and distinctly unhappy little girl on my lap says I have to finish this off and take her back to bed.