All that sliding can wear a gal out. Good night!
Monday, February 27, 2006
So if for no other reason, you should move to Waco to live near us. But if you need another reason, try the Waco Zoo. Its the best. Here's Emma, sliding down the plexiglass slide through the sea-otter environment. Daddy's at the top with a smile, Mommy's at the end with a grin, and Emma is in first-time-on-a-slide glory!
Fast and Furious
Ok, so we have not been so good at blogging in the past. We freely admit that there have been long and negligent pauses in our posting, extended periods of an eerie quiet, 3625 Morrow blanketed in a lost silence. I mean, how hard is it to type a bit about our lives, post a few pics so our peeps and keep up? Really, its as though those Reeves wanted to disappear, like they have something to hide. Well, what if we did have something to hide? What of it? In the spirit of full disclosure, we are ready to come clean, ready to admit to the world the reason for our blogging barrier. You'd better sit down, and get a glass of Sprite to calm your stomach (for those like Timothy, you should exchange the Sprite for a glass of Merlot). Since the blogging beginning, we have suffered against an insurmountable enemy, a ghost in our machine, controlling our every cyber-move, inhibiting connectivity on all fronts. The bop bop bop beederrrrp beeeeeedlerrrrrrrp neenoorr neenoorr neeeenooooor of this adversary's tonal growl is a constant reminder of its hiding in the background. Its name? Dialup. And out of the silent planet came a warrior, a champion, to slay the Dialup-dragon. This champion rode the wires of the dragon's stomping ground, destroying the army of the dragon with his wireless weapon. The champion: SBC Yahoo DSL at the low, low price of $12.99/month.
Then the blogger ran out of creativity, the champion asserted its own tyrannical nature, and had to be tamed by the AT&T line technichian named "Jeff." Finally, all was brought into subjection to the one paying the bill, as it should be. The point of all this nonsense? Dialup is dead, DSL is (relatively) fast and furious, and we are beeeloggin'!
Then the blogger ran out of creativity, the champion asserted its own tyrannical nature, and had to be tamed by the AT&T line technichian named "Jeff." Finally, all was brought into subjection to the one paying the bill, as it should be. The point of all this nonsense? Dialup is dead, DSL is (relatively) fast and furious, and we are beeeloggin'!
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Friday, November 04, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
Like we were saying...
Since there is no sense in a wordy come-back, we'll pick up where we left off.
Our computer monitor stopped working; remember the sizzle-crackle sound (if yo don't know the story and want to, see Tech-No-logy below). I took it apart to take a look at it. And I did take a look at it. It was something like when your friend's car won't start, and he opens the hood and you both just stand there looking, hands on hips, wondering what all those wires and hoses do. And you look here and you look there, hoping that your feeling of inadequacy does not show on the outside as much as you feel it on the inside.
So with the monitor casing off (read: car hood up), I looked here and I looked there. Positively, I gained a greater appreciation for whomever it was that designed this thing (though that quickly faded when I remembered that it wasn't working). Negatively (and as I fully expected), the problem was not obvious. Solution: give it to Goodwill. There's something sinister about calling the donation of an unusable computer monitor whose demise included the threat of electrical fire "goodwill." But we didn't pick the name...we just dropped it off.
All three of you who read this are now wondering, "Is this guy so good at typing (not to mention web-navigation) that for him the use of a monitor is superfluous? How is he 'blogging' without a monitor?" Answer to first question: Yes. Answer to second question: He's not. My esteemed crime scene investigating brother donated a (working) monitor to the Blog-cause, and we are back up and running.
Enough of hearing from me. Why don't you do what you really came to do? Here are some pictures of Emma. Enjoy...we know you will.
Our computer monitor stopped working; remember the sizzle-crackle sound (if yo don't know the story and want to, see Tech-No-logy below). I took it apart to take a look at it. And I did take a look at it. It was something like when your friend's car won't start, and he opens the hood and you both just stand there looking, hands on hips, wondering what all those wires and hoses do. And you look here and you look there, hoping that your feeling of inadequacy does not show on the outside as much as you feel it on the inside.
So with the monitor casing off (read: car hood up), I looked here and I looked there. Positively, I gained a greater appreciation for whomever it was that designed this thing (though that quickly faded when I remembered that it wasn't working). Negatively (and as I fully expected), the problem was not obvious. Solution: give it to Goodwill. There's something sinister about calling the donation of an unusable computer monitor whose demise included the threat of electrical fire "goodwill." But we didn't pick the name...we just dropped it off.
All three of you who read this are now wondering, "Is this guy so good at typing (not to mention web-navigation) that for him the use of a monitor is superfluous? How is he 'blogging' without a monitor?" Answer to first question: Yes. Answer to second question: He's not. My esteemed crime scene investigating brother donated a (working) monitor to the Blog-cause, and we are back up and running.
Enough of hearing from me. Why don't you do what you really came to do? Here are some pictures of Emma. Enjoy...we know you will.
Monday, December 20, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
Tech-No-logy
The promises of technology have once again proven themselves hollow. Here's the story:
We usually leave our computer on all day long, and turn it off at night. About a month ago, the monitor began blinking off, and it's off-blinking seemed to coincide with our footsteps as we would walk past the desk it was on. It was a nuisance, but when we stopped walking, it stopped blinking. Since we are accustomed to sitting while using the computer, the blinking didn't effect our computer usage.
But one day, the blinking stopped coinciding with our footsteps and began coninciding with the electromagnetic pulses of the earth's gravitational field (I have no idea what that means, but what I am trying to say is that the blinking happened continuously, even while we tried using the computer). After a time, the blinking was accompanied by a sizzling-popping noise. I've heard that sizzling-popping noises related to electricity are a negative thing, so I turned of the monitor and unplugged it. And there it has sat, taking up useful space. What's interesting about computer products is that while a piece of equipment is doing what it is supposed to do, it is wonderful. When that same piece of equipment ceases doing what it is supposed to do, it doesn't necessarily become useful for something else. When a tree's useful fruit-producing, shade-providing life is over, it can become a baseball bat or so many wooden spoons. When a shirt's useful body-covering, style-displaying life is over, it can become a rag or a hankie (or burp-cloth). But when a computer monitor's useful computer-monitoring, user-interfacing life is over, it becomes a broken monitor. If you think I am wrong, try stirring pudding or wiping up spilled Kool-Aid with your old keyboard...the results are embarrassing, and only serve to produce a bigger mess.
All this is to give you reasons why we haven't been able to update our blog with pictures of Emma. But let's use our imagination, shall we? Here's a picture of Emma after a recent bath. Her hair is sticking up like a punk-rocker's mohawk, and her skin is sour-cream white and shiny. Cute, huh?
Oh! Here's one where she is sitting in her bouncy-seat all wrapped up in a blanket. One of the corners of the blanket is sticking up above her head so she looks like an elf or gnome (you're doing the imagining, you pick).
OK. We'll try fix the monitor problem and put the real pictures on the site. For now, keep imagining the cutest baby you can...and that'll be Emma.
Jeremy
We usually leave our computer on all day long, and turn it off at night. About a month ago, the monitor began blinking off, and it's off-blinking seemed to coincide with our footsteps as we would walk past the desk it was on. It was a nuisance, but when we stopped walking, it stopped blinking. Since we are accustomed to sitting while using the computer, the blinking didn't effect our computer usage.
But one day, the blinking stopped coinciding with our footsteps and began coninciding with the electromagnetic pulses of the earth's gravitational field (I have no idea what that means, but what I am trying to say is that the blinking happened continuously, even while we tried using the computer). After a time, the blinking was accompanied by a sizzling-popping noise. I've heard that sizzling-popping noises related to electricity are a negative thing, so I turned of the monitor and unplugged it. And there it has sat, taking up useful space. What's interesting about computer products is that while a piece of equipment is doing what it is supposed to do, it is wonderful. When that same piece of equipment ceases doing what it is supposed to do, it doesn't necessarily become useful for something else. When a tree's useful fruit-producing, shade-providing life is over, it can become a baseball bat or so many wooden spoons. When a shirt's useful body-covering, style-displaying life is over, it can become a rag or a hankie (or burp-cloth). But when a computer monitor's useful computer-monitoring, user-interfacing life is over, it becomes a broken monitor. If you think I am wrong, try stirring pudding or wiping up spilled Kool-Aid with your old keyboard...the results are embarrassing, and only serve to produce a bigger mess.
All this is to give you reasons why we haven't been able to update our blog with pictures of Emma. But let's use our imagination, shall we? Here's a picture of Emma after a recent bath. Her hair is sticking up like a punk-rocker's mohawk, and her skin is sour-cream white and shiny. Cute, huh?
Oh! Here's one where she is sitting in her bouncy-seat all wrapped up in a blanket. One of the corners of the blanket is sticking up above her head so she looks like an elf or gnome (you're doing the imagining, you pick).
OK. We'll try fix the monitor problem and put the real pictures on the site. For now, keep imagining the cutest baby you can...and that'll be Emma.
Jeremy
Monday, July 19, 2004
Bloomin' Blooms!
So the people that lived here before the people that lived here before us (get that?) must have had thumbs many deep shades of green. Below are some flowers that are the fruit of their labor (certainly not the fruit of ours). We don't know what most of the flowers are, but we know "perddy" when we see it. If you know what they are, let us know. And if you know the scientific nomenclature, you get two points.
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