2002-09-30

Office-Space-Robbery

My Aunt Vickie (my mom’s side) has suffered a ‘mini’ stroke. She has been conscience since the attack and is currently resting in ICU. Get well soon Vickie.

Brianna’s lunch receipt today was $8.99. What do you get for $8.99? Grilled cheese sandwich, 20 oz. Sprite(TM), and a bowl of fruit. These people charge $1.40 for the Sprite(TM) alone. My overpriced vending machine at work only charges $1.10 for the same thing! Captive audience, supply/demand yadda yadda. OK, I’m done.

2002-09-26

Whatcha Looking For?

It’s been a lazy and slow ten days. For those of you that cared enough to complain about the slow update schedule, Thank You.

In this edition: joys of the bleeding edge, more sonograms of Hailey, and the suckage of Babies-‘R-Us.

The joys of the bleeding edge. Gentoo Linux has the newest packages and an awesome dependency solving package management tool, but updates break things more than I’m used to. I have invested much time getting things just right. I can’t just switch distributions, the bleeding edge has many pitfalls.

On Sunday night I updated the installed packages, I don’t remember seeing any important packages in the updates list but my window manager and my mail transfer agent stopped working. I didn’t notice the mail problem until last night. I thought it was just a slow week. The spam filter makes my mail configuration more convoluted than it should be. Not using the spam filter makes reading mail painful. Hopefully, I will get all the issues sorted out later today or tomorrow.

Brianna had to go in for another visit on September 18th, everybody is still OK. Here are some more pictures of Hailey.

Speaking of Hailey, we finally got our crib from Babies-‘R-Us. I really hate that store. Each time we go, I like it less. Last weekend we went in to buy our crib. We have been looking for a while so we knew exactly what we wanted. We went to the furniture section of the store and there were no associates available. Finally we found one guy who worked in the furniture area, but he was helping somebody so we had to wait for him to finish. Other associates meandered throughout the area but since they weren’t assigned to the furniture area they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) help.

We order our crib and go to the front of the store to stand in line and give them our money. Buying baby things must be more complicated than it seems to the outsider because the lines at Babies-‘R-Us move slower than the financial advisers at Maxwell Ford. Finally, we have a receipt and a promise of store arrival in 7-14 days.

Brianna is excited and can hardly wait for the crib to arrive. She calls the store after seven days (Monday) to see if the crib is in. It’s been here a while the person says. Great. I get home and there is a message on the machine, our crib can be picked up any time.

We make arrangements with Frank to go pick it up on Tuesday. Frank and I drive over after work to meet Brianna, who is rolling through the store with an empty shopping cart and a shopping list the size of Dakota. By the time I get there the shopping cart is full of baby linens and coordinating accessories. The furniture associate has stopped reading long enough to get our last name and say the the crib will be up front when we check out. We go stand in line to give the store some more of our money. Checking out on Tuesday is worse than during the weekend. There are about five employees in customer service, and zero registers open. Finally one register opens and a line begins form, eventually extending to the furniture area.

The cashier is friendly and helpful, she even gives us a catalog with some coupons that save us almost $50. We go stand by the customer service booth to wait for our crib to come up front, but our crib never comes, after hours of waiting it is determined that our crib has never arrived, we were called in error. Hmm. Unsatisfied I get the store manager’s business card and memorize the names of everybody involved. Brianna is steaming, so I let her call on Wednesday to straighten this out.

Brianna calls the next day but doesn’t get to do any complaining. The store manager knows who she is before she even finishes her name. It turns out that the crib is in, it was just misplaced. They will deliver for free on Thursday.

It took about an hour to put the crib together and it looks good in the nursery.

Preperations for Hailey's Birth


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2002-09-18

More Sonagrams from Sid

Sonogram images for week 17

2002-09-16

Fortune Cookie Say

Brianna has the cutest pregnancy waddle, and I felt the baby move.

What exactly do the fortune cookie writers know? Are they more accurate than Madame Cleo? Hmmm.

2002-09-15

In Local News

Scanner Repair

Last week the scanner went on a trip that damaged the transparency light connector. I found a new 8 pin mini-din connector at Altex Electronics, and some gold plated female socket pins at Fry’s. I spent about 6 hours tracing connections and breathing solder fumes. I can once again scan transparencies and negative (I haven’t needed to yet, but that is not the point. I had to make it work again.

We found the crib we want, and have agreed on a bedding set called Sunshine, I may get out of this without painting the nursery, again. No trucks and planes for us, we going with Pink Girlie ™ stuff.

A smashing 52-21 victory for the longhorns at Chapel Hill. Our favorite quarterback Chris Simms has managed to finish two games without an interception. I am genuinely impressed with his performance. I will be Mr. BBQ, this Saturday at the Houston-Texas game. Is 2:00 p.m. too early for a 7:00 p.m. game? Hook-em.

2002-09-13

We-are-Having-a-Baby-and-Its-a-Girl

Sid has made his official announcement, it is a she. Brianna is having a girl!

2002-09-04

Our Man Sid

Our man Sid at ARC gives us five new views of the spawn.

Now if we could just work on getting Fetus Jones to uncross his/her legs we might know something else, maybe Friday.

The looks of Derek Zoolander, are no match for the mighty child of the pod.