- Most important, on this list of bidtits, is the fact that as of today, I have finally completed my agreement to fill out the Winder's Adoption Reference letter. She sent me this letter thingee a while back with words of, "Don't worry about hurrying. It'll take us three months to get everything finished." Now. If by chance you want me to do something for you, do not tell me I have three months to do it. I will take all three of those months. It's not that I'm a procrastinator, it's just that within the confines of my tiny little brain, three months never corresponds to "urgent."
- Speaking of The Winder, can ya'll help me find her a baby? Do any of you have a baby you don't want any more? Or do you know of a anyone with child that would prefer she not raise it? The Winder's lookin'. She needed a child yesterday. Again, in the confines of my tiny brain, yesterday corresponds to "urgent." Therefore it is my hope and prayer that you see this baby-catching stuff as "urgent" too.
- Baby-catching. That's prolly not a good thing to call it. Remember the Child Catcher? From Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? That guy still gives me the creeps. Here he is...
- The Winder doesn't resemble the Child Catcher. At all. Except when she laughs. Sometimes she cackles like him. Here's the Winder and Delmar on their wedding day -- just to prove that they aren't as scary as the Child Catcher.
- Okay, that wasn't really their wedding day. It was Halloween. But here she is back in her baton twirling "day." She's the one with the yellow spikes.
- Today was walk-a-thon day. Remember when the walk-a-thon was all about the March of Dimes? And you actually walked for hours? Now they only walk for one hour. In the singular. So lame. Irregardless, I presented my person to help facilitate the ritual of children walking in a big oval for one hour. I like to attend events that involve the feet traipsing about an oval. Skates are fun to watch race around an oval too. Here's Yahoo #1 after finishing:
- Incidentally, they decided not to have kindergarten do the walk-a-thon on the same day as the rest of the school. I have no idea why. All I know is they sent a note home, informing us slacker parents that the Kindergarten walk-a-thon would take place at 9:30. This slacker parent showed up only to be told that the note was sent home in error. So Yahoo #2 gets to do the walk-a-thon later. He was seriously bummed. Even wore his Batman t-shirt.
- Get a load of this kid. I laughed so hard every time he/she came around. There's nothing funnier than a second grader in a Reagan Bush '84 t-shirt.
- When I dropped Spouse off for surgery last week, they informed us that he needed an XXL t-shirt to wear over his slung (with a sling) arm. Here's what I came up with. Note that it is not a great idea to send me for stuff when you, yourself, are out of commission.
Notice fancy ice machine hose and remote with DVR.
He got a "Goonies Never Say Die" in XXL too.
- Spouse has 10:00pm chats with India. Yes, all 1.2 billion of India. Here's what he looks like:
- We're in the process of purchasing computers. Computers in the plural. And you know what I've decided? Apple could rule the world if only they'd charge less. I mean, here we are looking for two machines. And the cost of two PCs of equal-ish hardware equals one Mac. I know what all you Mac-o-files are saying out there. You're saying there's no comparison. You're saying it's worth the extra cash. However, aside from the mePhone and a few mePods, I've never owned a Mac. This means that knowingly, I do not not what I'm missing. If I do purchase a Mac, I have no doubt that it will change my universe. But it also means that it's another damn thing I cannot live without. And that current list of things I cannot do without is a large one.
- I have a race this weekend. It's another 1/2 marathon that will allow me a guaranteed ticket into the St. George. I love the St. George. So much so, do I love this St. George, that saying "I heart the St. George" will not cut it. I must spell out that "love" word in it's entirety. I have two more St. Georges to finish before I'm in the 10-year club. Being in the 10-year club is a big deal because you get a guaranteed ticket into the race without doing the Runner's Series fiasco each year.
- I haven't decided if I'm going to taper for this race. I'm feeling healthy now. Might be a good weekend to "lay it all on the line" so to speak. We'll see...
- It's April 21st and I'm still pretty busy. What's up with that? Tax season ends on April 15, right? When will it end? The boss phoned today. He asked if I wanted to get started on the new landing pages for next year. Holy crap I nearly fell off my chair. Can't I have a week off? Then he hit me up for 401k and other profit sharing retirement jazz that's only offered with 1000 hours a year. It appears as though I might need to lobby fiercely to keep my way-part-time status.
- Oh and speaking of lobbies -- specifically, the lobbies of restaurants. Remember that little tangent about the Utah Valley Magazine? Well, wouldn't you know, the "owner and editor" of said magazine read my little post and became "frightened." She offered to take me to lunch so as I could talk about ideas for the magazine. Or something like that. I'm half tempted. She prolly just wants to size me up, you know, to make sure that I'm really just a geek in a basement. I've read her super-bio, which includes some super-accolades, so I'll say right now... babe, you're better than me. However, part of me wants to show her in person that the mag's demographic doesn't include a 30-something, cynically-sarcastic geek in a basement (my super-accolade.) Bottom line: I rarely do lunch. I don't have time to "do lunch." If I make time to "do lunch" it will be for people I know and love and trust.