* I just fixed my wireless network all by myself. Okay, I used the trouble-shooting website. But no geek squad, no computer nerd friends, no tech support in India. Even better, everyone in the house can now get on the network.
* I fixed a schedule not only by adding all the lines, but by noticing that it went from July to September. That may not make sense to anyone else, but it made the project manager happy.
Okay, so that's all I got. But I'm pretty excited about the network. Internet is a beautiful thing.
11.16.2007
11.13.2007
Label the available
People should come with warning labels. I'm tired of flirting with guys who turn out to be married (or engaged or dating seriously or otherwise taken). I'm tired of thinking a guy is into me only to find out he's that nice to everyone. Maybe this girl had it right.
P.S. -- How awesome is it that you can access all those old Letters to the Editor? I just found out and it's pretty much the coolest thing ever.
P.S. -- How awesome is it that you can access all those old Letters to the Editor? I just found out and it's pretty much the coolest thing ever.
11.08.2007
11.04.2007
Life's a journey; enjoy the ride
Yesterday my papa turned 50. I, being the respectful daughter that I am, bought him an Old Guys Rule t-shirt. He, being my papa, loved it. Today when I called to talk to the family in general, the first thing he told me is that he's 50. I said he was taking it remarkably well. I loved his answer: "Well, the only alternative to being old is being dead." That's my dad. Having a bad attitude isn't an option. I like to think I picked up some of that optimism, though I haven't perfected mine as well as he has.
Other reasons I think my dad is the greatest:
* He eats ice cream with a fork. You could always tell when dad had gotten into the ice cream on his lunch break because of all the little fork marks. We as kids used this to our advantage--if we ate with a fork too, we could always blame him for sneaking into it. Oh, and he always has to test the ice cream to see if it's "poisoned." It always is, so he generously offers to eat it for us so we don't have to suffer.
* He introduced me to the Muppets and the Beach Boys. As a result, I was the only 8 year old on the planet who thought that the Beach Boys were better than New Kids on the Block (which they are, but no 8 year old thinks that). He also got me hooked on BYU football by taking me to the 1996 BYU vs. Texas A&M game.
* He is an incredible example of service. It seems like he's always getting called in to help people move or give blessings or anything else he's asked to do. He's always done his home teaching too, which is something I admire as an adult attempting to visit teach.
* He's always willing to listen. I remember calling him one Friday afternoon when I was having a really hard time at school. He listened to be cry and complain for a good hour while I'm sure he had other things to do. He handled a lot of late-night panic I-can't-do-this calls too. He also listened to my beanie baby business plan, my "nobody will ever love me" post break-up whining, and my crazy idea about moving to California.
Happy birthday, Dad!
Other reasons I think my dad is the greatest:
* He eats ice cream with a fork. You could always tell when dad had gotten into the ice cream on his lunch break because of all the little fork marks. We as kids used this to our advantage--if we ate with a fork too, we could always blame him for sneaking into it. Oh, and he always has to test the ice cream to see if it's "poisoned." It always is, so he generously offers to eat it for us so we don't have to suffer.
* He introduced me to the Muppets and the Beach Boys. As a result, I was the only 8 year old on the planet who thought that the Beach Boys were better than New Kids on the Block (which they are, but no 8 year old thinks that). He also got me hooked on BYU football by taking me to the 1996 BYU vs. Texas A&M game.
* He is an incredible example of service. It seems like he's always getting called in to help people move or give blessings or anything else he's asked to do. He's always done his home teaching too, which is something I admire as an adult attempting to visit teach.
* He's always willing to listen. I remember calling him one Friday afternoon when I was having a really hard time at school. He listened to be cry and complain for a good hour while I'm sure he had other things to do. He handled a lot of late-night panic I-can't-do-this calls too. He also listened to my beanie baby business plan, my "nobody will ever love me" post break-up whining, and my crazy idea about moving to California.
Happy birthday, Dad!
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