Splish Splash

Fianlly! We are getting some rain. Although there has to be some sort of middle ground between drought and deluge. We have received over 2 inches of rain in some places around here this weekend. And because of it all, I have lost a sock. Not there should normally be much of a connection between rain and socks other than wet feet, but my dog (I love my dog) has been staying inside with me during the day while I am sleeping. I must assume that she has gotten bored, since I have officially fixed every part of her fence where her friends have tunnelled through to come play and she has been grounded to my room with the weather. However, yesterday she found one of my best socks. And when I awoke, it was hardly recognizeable as footwear. As I type this, she is on her back, paws in the air shredding the last remains. Have I mentioned that I love my dog?
As far as the rain goes, my job requires me to be outside most of the evening. This was a blast. Rain, lightning, millions of gallons of water and metal grates to stand on. Lovely. As far as I know, there have yet to be any employees turn crispy from this situation, but I also remember a general rule of electricity. Don't mix it with water.
On a completely different note, I could care less about NASCAR. The only thing that interest me about it is one of my best friends would like to be a driver, and I have assisted him in the past in creating a proposal for a few companies to sponsor him to be a driver. As interesting as that was, listening to fans all night long gives me a headache. I have recently acquired a new coworker. He is a fan. Last night I had a coworker come in to fill in for my boss. He is a fan. These two support different people. My ears are ringing. IDGARA. If I hear another insult about the way someone drives, I may do something irrational.
And here is my checkered flag...

I love my dog.

There are times I really don't understand dogs. I love my dog, because she is good, and normal, and in general cuddly. However the dogs that reside on either side of me are in need of being punted. On the one side, I have two English Boxers. They are cute and friendly, and they really like my dog. So much so that they have taken to dig under the fence so that they can spend the day with my dog until their respective "parents" come home and ground them to their room. On the other side of me is a very strange combination of dogs. There is a Rotweiler, whom I have affectionately named Rotten, and a Hound now named Copper. If you can't figure out why he is now named Copper, you may need to brush up on your Disney. Anyhow, these two dogs do not like any other dog, especially the two Boxers on the other side of me. There is a point to all of this background information, I promise. So the last few days, it has been rather cold. Cold enough to justify my dog staying inside with me while I attempt to sleep. Having mentioned that the two Boxers have taken residence in my backyard, they have also started a turf war with Copper and Rotten. For the life of me, I cannot figure out why. My yard is like Switzerland to dogs. We are completely neutral. Yet as the four dogs attempt to play West Side Story underneath my bedroom window, my dog has taken it upon herself to politely tell them to hush. Over and over and over. So, after working my regular four nights, plus my overtime night due to a sick coworker, I am rather exhauxsted. But on a bright note, my adorable wife who has taken up baking is making waffles for dinner/breakfast. She is so wonderful to me!!

Twice in one day, I need to be careful

OK, so I know I have already ranted this morning, but I forgot one of my own personal kharmic values. Always have balance.
So, here is the non-ranting part of my morning.
I have found two of the coolest websites for random home stuff. I love stuff. You can, however have too much stuff, ask anyone who has ever or is moving. But if you need stuff, visit this one first. It has some way cool stuffs. The second website I found just has the coolest name.
http://www.bimbambanana.com I had to put the whole URL in so you could enjoy it as much. It has some dandy things, but more along the lines of home gadgets, and not so much home stuff.

Enjoy

WTF,O?

When I was a little kid, I really wanted to be a weather man. I thought that would be the coolest job ever. Being able to predict what the weather would be five days from now was like magic to me. That, and I thought Harold Taft was just nifty. I tried in vain several times to call him at the TV station for about three weeks straight. Each time, I ended up talking with one of the other meteoroligists there, until he politely asked me to remove his number from my speed dial as he had work to do. Why I never followed my dream and became a meterologist, I will never know. But now, I realize I simply want to work for the weather channel so I can stand around and beat people up for stupid forecasts. At work, we have a TV. This TV always stays on the weather channel. It is terribly annoying to begin with, but then they go and upset me. As I was looking at the current weather status, there was a daily prediction. The high was 53, and the low was 54. Huh? Even worse, the current temperature at the time was 55. What?! I know I'm not exactly Einstein, but I did learn how to count in Kindergarten, and I don't believe 54 can be lower than 53. And currently 55? Don't let me find you! Then last night, I was looking at the same exact TV screen again to see how much ice to expect on my drive home this morning. The forecast for today... Rain mixed with freezing rain and sleet. Freezing rain AND sleet? Who comes up with this? According to my dictionary, sleet IS freezing rain!

At least I don't have to deal with Ice Pebbles!!!

So, I lied

After a recent discussion about wintery weather, I decided that I miss the coldness that a former place of residence provided me. When I drove into work last night at 6p, it was 84 degrees and sunny. By midnight it was 34 and freakishly cold with a north wind blowing about 30 miles per hour. I don't miss the cold. I much prefer nice warm to cool weather. For the next several days, it is forcasted to sleet and snow. If you know Texas drivers, sleet and snow bring out the flowers. By that, I mean all the Blooming Idiots. Sleet and snow thankfully are not normal occurances here, but when they happen, absolutely nobody remembers how to drive. Amazingly the driving actually gets worse which is a hard thing to put into perspective. So, if you are going to be behind a wheel today, please remember one thing. If it is icy, etc., although you may be able to speed up to 80 mph, its the stopping part that becomes a bit difficult.

Some things REALLY get me.

This blog was truly not created as my own personal hiding place in cyber space for me to anonymously bitch at and/or make fun of people. However some people are stupid, and the things they say are entirely too asinine to not mention. To say that the communications system at my place of employment is archaic would be giving it a bit too much credit. Just recently, the IT department upgraded from W2K to XP. There is no connecting to the internet, nor do we have an intranet. The closest thing we have to communications is Lotus Notes. I’m not bashing Lotus, but it is 2006. So, seeing as how I could not get this off my chest, and I work a twelve hour shift, I have been stewing over this mind numbingly stupid email that I received when I got to work yesterday for quite a while now. The email was sent to ‘Everybody’ which it turn meant that anyone within our little network that had an email account, which includes Everybody received this message. The message was something to the effect of… “Our son had plugged in his cellular phone to let it charge. Shortly after attaching the device to the outlet, his phone began to ring. When he answered it, a shock went through him burning his fingers and knocking him to the floor. *Sob, Boo Hoo, etc.* So, Please Do Not Use A Cellular Phone While It Is Plugged In.” When I find the person that sent this to me, I will smack them on the back of the head. If you have ever turned over the rather large box looking thing that plugs into the wall on one side, and into your phone on the other side, you may recall seeing a rating. It has a particular value with a V beside it listed next to output. Above this V there is a dotted line with a solid line above it. Electronics 101 lesson. That symbol means DC or Direct Current. Well, generally most of us know that the plug we have this box stuck in supplies AC Voltage, Alternating Current. And most of us know it is not by P.F.M. that AC gets converted to DC. That big box sticking into your wall is a nifty device that does the converting. It consists of a transformer, a bridge, and a series of resistors and capacitors. If you are into electronics at all, you know what these things do, if not then let me explain the first one. The transformer is two coils separated by air. As an AC Current passes through the coil on the outlet side, it creates a magnetic field, or flux, around the coil. As this flux expands and collapses, it passes through the coil on the other side of the transformer. The magnetic flux creates a current in the wire and when the sent through a resistor, voltage can be measured. I mention this to explain that there should be no direct connection between your ear and the outlet if your phone is properly plugged in. Saying not to use your phone would be like saying not to use the blender when it is plugged in as the buttons can electrocute you. If you are not intelligent enough to check your equipment before plugging it in, well, hope your fingers feel better after the burn heals moron! Not only will I smack the person that sent me that email, but if I find out where it originated, I will tear that persons toenails off. Slowly. I feel better. Thank you.

*Mushy Warning*
But on a bright note, as Valentines Day recently passed, I am now the proud owner of a new T-Shirt. And yes, I am excited about that fact. My wife and I do not spend a lot of money on gifts for each other for Valentines Day, since we buy each other gifts throughout the year to show each other our love. We simply celebrate the day with a little extra as this is the day that I asked her to marry me two years ago. Thus beginning a very wonderful relationship. But anyways, the shirt says, “I am your knight in shining armor.” I thought it was extremely awesome, one because it is a cool shirt, and two because that is how I feel. And knowing that she realizes it as well is a better gift than any material possession I could receive.

And that’s it for now.

Welcome to My World

So, being a computer junkie and gadget freak, I have decided to finally get a blog of my own. Those who know me will wonder why I have waited this long, those who don't most likely will not care. I doubt this will be updated often, but as important things in my life happen, those of you interested enough to at least read a bit will feel speacial enough to share in my trials and tribulations. I am not Shakespeare, Dan Brown, J.K. Rowlings, or any other famous writer past or present, but I have enough education to generally not sound like a dipshit.
Welcome to my world. Feel free to check back periodically and see what my section of life is up to.