Gizmo Jr.

I know this post will make you think I am some kind of computer nerd. The fact is that I work at a NAND Flash production facility. I purchased a flash drive called the Gizmo Jr. made by Crucial (owned by Micron, which co-owns the place I work). It is extremely small. Imagine a stick of Trident gum with a 4 gig. memory capacity. It is cool (I just hope I don't lose it). It is sad that that is the exciting part of my life.

I am also looking into buying a used car to replace the Nova (darn deer). I'm looking at a 1996 Hyundai Accent. It is cheap and in ok shape, so I'm pretty sure I will get it. It is a standard, so I'll have to get used to that. I plan to put a remote starter in it so that I will have a warm car to drive in during those cold winter mornings. I just need to remember not to have it in gear when I start it.

Em and I talked to my sister's friend who made a lot of money in real estate and found out how to do it. It isn't as scary or complicated as we thought it would be. We'll hopefully start getting into it after tax season. I really hope it works; I want to be able to have the money to be able to spend more time with my family.

Working Wife

This was the first week of Emily working. It wasn't too bad. The kids drove me nuts at times, but they were good most of the time. Dailynn is obviously going through her "terrible two's," which is scary because Avi wasn't bad until three. Hopefully Dai won't get worse next year. Avi has been feeling a little under the weather today so she has been very tired and sad looking. Personally I think it is adorable when she is sick (does that make me a bad father?).

I get to go back to work tomorrow; luckily it is only for three days. That is definitely a perk of the job. The four day week is killer though. When I do get a better job, it will be difficult to work a normal 9-5 and only have two days off. I'll survive though.

Watch out for gingerbread cars.

One of the oddest things that a man will see in his life is a pinewood derby car shaped like a gingerbread house. Though it's ability to run the track was non existent, its practicality was unwavering. As the rest of us display our cars on the mantles of our fireplaces (whether wood, gas, or . . . electric), or "accidentally" run them into the wall until they are nothing more than a block of wood, the gingerbread car gives the builders sustenance after their Sunday dinner. So when you choose to mock those creations that may not have the ability to "run the track," remember, you may be hungry after the race, but they won't be.

What the Fetch?!

There are those experiences that stick with you the rest of your life. For most these experiences are special ones like the birth of a child or their wedding day. For me, that experience involves a Mexican, a Astro-Van and a stoplight
It was an oddity. A Hispanic man pulls into the turn lane of the only stop-light in town. The light being green would have you assume that the man would go. Then you realize what the problem with assumptions is; they are often wrong. (You thought I was going make a reference to me and you and a tookus, didn't you.)
The man didn't go, he sat there. One would wonder if he had picked a winner and had not noticed the green light calling his name. It wouldn't be the first time that something odd had happened in this town; like most towns with only one traffic signal, odd is normal.
Then the unconceivable happened, the light turned red. Ok that isn't that unconceivable, but the man then choosing to turn . . .. We only could wish that there would be someone on that lonely street to share in our laughter, but alas, we were alone.
To this day I still remember that warm Sunday afternoon on Mainstreet. It will go down in infamy.