Happy birthday Sandi

Today my honey, Sandi, turns 20-12. It seems like just last year that she turned 20-11. Wow, does time fly when you are having fun.

I was thinking today that it would be a great idea to have the kids pick something from the last year that mom has done that in some way made them appreciate her or admire her. Being a mom is thankless position that causes many a woman to endure years and years of torment and torture with nary a single “Thank you”. Nay, in fact it is often the opposite effect resulting in “Mom! What are you doing?” or “I hate you” or “I wish I was never born”.

So this year I intend to have the kids speak of something that mom did this past year that made them admire her or appreciate her and her actions. I have a few things on my ming on that subject.

The first is my daughter Sarah’s 12 birthday party. Even though she was, Sandi still made it a point to make sure that all the decorations, party bags, invitations, food and games were spectacular and total medieval. She wanted nothing more that give Sarah the best 12 year old birthday party a girl could ask for. And she did, even when not feeling well enough to do it.

Another thing that stands out to me that makes me admire my wife is the way in which she took ownership of the passing away of Sarah’s mice a few months ago. Sandi exemplified the Naomi/Ruth bond by literally reaching and feeling for Sarah in almost the exact same manner as Sarah was feeling. I have never seen a mom reach out to a daughter like that. I was pretty amazed.

And lastly (there are more, but I think these three are enough for now) were the actions that Sandi took toward the beginning of the year in respect to our marriage. She really put forth a solid effort in making our marriage work and I was touched dramatically by that.

Being a woman/wife/mom is a tough thing. I cannot say that from personal experience but believe me I have enough experience to know this is the case. And even though I believe that she should have appreciation and admiration showed to her everyday, the least I can do today is ask that the kids and I take a minute to show momma some lurve.

Until tonight then,
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to Sandi
Happy birthday to you

Ruth 1:16,17

16 But Ruth said:
    “Entreat me not to leave you,
    Or to turn back from following after you;
    For wherever you go, I will go;
    And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;
    Your people shall be my people,
    And your God, my God.
    17 Where you die, I will die,
    And there will I be buried.
    The LORD do so to me, and more also,
    If anything but death parts you and me.”

I hate you Microsoft and your registry hive files

Sometimes I wish that Microsoft were something tangible that I could grab hold of and slap 32 different ways from sideways as I watched it writhe in anguish begging for mercy. Why? Because it does that to me almost daily. And I am sure I am not alone.

Tonight my wife showed me that she had installed Opera 9.5 on her computer. I was very impressed with her technical savvy that she showed in doing this. So much so that I told her that Firefox has just come out with a new version and, since Firefox the previous has all but killed my wife’s computer, updating may be the order of the day so that she could use Firefox instead of Opera.

So I had her load up Firefox and attempt to update from within the application. And you know what? Two words: Epic. Fail.


Firefox froze and took the entire system with it. Not wanting to watch Firefox think about dying on the spot, I decided to power down the computer and start afresh. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I killed the windows.

Apparently the registry was being written to/read from when Firefox decided to crap all over itself. And as such, shutting the computer down in the middle of that process freeze basically wiped out the registry. Thanks Microsoft for the awesome idea of the registry. I so love that.

So I got a blue screen of death (BSOD) on the boot. I tried logging in to the last known good configuration. Nothing. Safe mode? No dice. Safe mode with networking? Nada. Safe mode in any capacity? Pukage.

I was crapola.

So I hit up the Microsoft Support site and did a search for a corrupt registry hive file and found article #307545 – How to recover from a corrupted registry that prevents Windows XP from starting. Remarkably, this article saved my hide.

Now I will be the first to admit that Microsoft is the bane of all even semi-smart people’s existence. I hate them with a passion that is unrivaled in normal circumstances. But tonight… well, tonight I actually applaud them.

There knowledge base article actually worked almost to the letter the way they said it would. I had to guess a couple of times, but the guesses were logical and easy to make based on what I was seeing. In about an hour and half’s time I was able to get my wife’s computer back on its feet and ready to be (ab)used once again.

So tonight, for the briefest of moments, I thank you Microsoft for putting out a halfway decent article on getting a Windows XP machine back up and running after your stupid registry hive files go belly up at a time when they shouldn’t have. You actually earned your $32,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 USD tonight, in my book.

From the news of the weird file

According to an email I received recently:

When southern Florida resident Nathan Radlich’s house was burglarized recently, thieves ignored his wide-screen plasma TV, his VCR, and even left his Rolex watch. What they did take, however, was a generic white cardboard box filled with a grayish-white powder. (That’s at least the way the
police report described it.)

A spokesman for the Fort Lauderdale police said, ‘it looked similar to high-grade cocaine and they probably thought they’d hit the big time. Later, Nathan stood in front of the numerous TV cameras and pleaded with the burglars: “Please return the cremated remains of my sister, Gertrude. She
died three years ago.”

The next morning, the bullet-riddled corpse of a local drug dealer known as Hoochie Pevens was found on Nathan’s doorstep. The cardboard box was there too; about half of Gertrude’s ashes remained. Scotch-taped to the box was this note: “Hoochie sold us the bogus blow, so we wasted Hoochie. Sorry
we snorted your sister. No hard feelings. Have a nice day.”

Now I am no fool. I know that since it came through my email it must be true. But the smart guy in me told me that this sounded like the stuff of urban legends, so putting my skepticism to work (sorry intarwebs but I had to) I started doing some research.

The first thing I asked myself was can this really happen? I answered that pretty readily by explaining to myself that yes, criminals are really that stupid. And many could easily mistake cremated human remains for cocaine. Especially since it was hidden so inconspicuously in an urn.

But then I thought to myself what is the likelihood of this happening? And for the answer to that, I had to look the infallible intarwebs square in the eye and humbly ask it if it could look something up for me.

It did it, albeit hesitantly.

And you know what? Other people have also received this same email about Nathan Radlich. So I stopped thinking that I was special. And I started looking a little harder at whether this was really true.

And I found out it wasn’t. The stinking emailwebs lied to me. Not the intarwebs. No, the intarwebs stayed true and loyal and only gave me the truth (as it always does). But no such luck for emailwebs.

But its all good. Later on, when I pour a foedee on da floe foe mah dawg Hoochie, I will do the same for the emailwebs.

Happy Father’s Day to all dads

This one is going to be short and sweet. Seeing as I want to enjoy as much time as I can with my children today, I just wanted to say…

Happy Father’s Day!

Now go and enjoy your day today. Lord knows you deserve it. And eats lots of grilled meat. It is what us fathers do on days made just for us.

How far can a wildfire reach?

This morning I had to hit the store first thing. It was going to be a busy day and there were things needed first thing in the morning, before my planned trip to Costco today, that required that I hit the store early.

So I packed up my three youngest kids and headed out to the car. As I got to the Suburban I noticed little white flakes all over it. I looked over at my black Pontiac Vibe and noticed them there as well.

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