Strude What e’er thou art, act well thy part.

20Feb/093

My ‘County’ Tis of Thee

Have you ever looked at word and thought there is no possible way it could truly be spelled the way it is?  The other day at work I was working on a query and I mistyped the word country as county.  A red flag went up in my head, so I looked back at the word, realized I spelled county and added the appropriate 'R' back in.

Then I just stared at the word.  Country.  Country.  Country is really 'count' then 'ry'?  Count-ry.  It looked so foreign.

Even now, if I look at it too long, it starts to get funky.

Weird.

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19Feb/094

What Dreams May Come Over and Over Again

I have been at my new job for 7 weeks now and I am not exaggerating by saying I have dreamed about it almost every night since I started. It is seriously chapping my hide and making getting a restful night's sleep very hard.  Every stinking night I am writing T-SQL, working with databases and tables and queries and blah, blah, blah.

The past couple nights I have really focused on figuring out how to stop this.  Last night I kept telling myself that if I found myself dreaming about it again, I would just turn off my dream computer and walk away.  So, I did.  In my dream, I turned of the computer and was so excited that it work that it woke me up.  Of course, then I fell asleep again and was back at my desk working.

I am at such a loss that I hate going to bed because I know it is going to suck.  Maybe by writing this, I can exorcise my demons.  Hopefully, I am not exercising them.

If only I could bill someone for my dream work.

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15Feb/093

Joaquin: Hippie for WTF

I have no words.

14Feb/092

Happy Valentines Day

To my valentine:

It may sound cliche... okay, it does sound cliche, but it is the truth nonetheless.  I cannot picture my life without you.  You are my meaning.  You are my motivation.  You are my happiness, my joy, my everything.  I love you.

Cheesy?  Sure.  Sappy?  You bet.

True?  One Hundred Percent.

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4Feb/092

Moving A

It's done.  It took three days, hours upon hours of hellish frustration, two tickets (expired tags and driving without a license), and more sore muscles than I can shake a stick at, but that's not saying much since I can't shake much of anything right now.  In the end, we ended up cutting my commute by about 45 minutes, the four kids got their own rooms and a backyard, and we can now begin the next chapter.

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