Month: February 2005

Too bad, no comment on my “lyric”, not even from Mom. I was very moved by the sound that morning and wished being asked to dance, at least on the blog, before my time is up and disappear.

Keep smiling 🙂 and love.

Well, Mom is pretty sick and I am thinking not going to Washougal today. But, it really depends on Mom. She already made appointment with some handy man to put a big window for the river view. See how is going.? Hope she is better. But, right now, I still can hear her cough. Sounds not too good.

Yesterday, while waiting to catch the plane to Richland, I met a lady (a grandmom) she was heading to Bedford, Oregon from Minneapolis to see her grandkids. I told her that you are going to retire on the Washington side of the Columbia river near Portland. She kind of figured out right away our intention to have the best of the both worlds – no income and sale taxes. She kind of had that funny look on her face. Don’t know. A lot of people just as practical as we are.

MiniSystems Inc. was on the front page of this journal. The title is “Husband and wife work to promote home-based engineering business” and with our color picture on it. It was a pretty nice article about our success and in-ability (nicer term for failure) to expand our business. It was what it was.

During the last leg of my flight from Seattle to Richland today, a passenger recognized me and showed it to me before Mom did.

I will make copy and posted sometime. Remember, I am a low tech guy and it may take a while.

The other day, someone in South Carolina called about an opportunity there. Right now, I am really a Gypsie and like a Pr—, work for money whereever I find them. Well, that is the way it is.

More questions? Please let us know.

Incidentally, I mentioned to Ronnie that you might want to get an Apple. He’s and employee and can give you one of his 15% off discounts for pretty much anything except for the new stuff – re. the Mac Mini. I’d recommend an iBook for your purposes. You should also check out their refurbished deals online. Looks like there are some really good buys out there…

With some pretty fast people. Me, being a slow person, dragged behind. I was out of shape, out of breath, and felt like throwing up. I’m recovered, but still gots the phelgm stuck in my lungs and throat.

I had lunch with Joy and Sunny at Applewood’s Pizza in Menlo Park. Yum. Pizza. Althoough I didn’t have Vince’s favorite pepperoni, it was still a good pizza. I haven’t eaten out in awhile. Joy and Sunny are labmates and it’s funny how much they go off about their kooky advisor. He’s random, has a low attention span, and highly confrontational. He rags on everyone’s presentations and provides very little help to his grad students, yet apparently he loves helping out other students and projects a good first impression. Anyways, sounds like a circus in there. I suppose every lab’s has it’s quirks tho. Just glad I’m not a part of that.

Tonight, I made roast chicken legs with a walnut/roasted red pepper sauce. Yummy if I do say do myself. Edda is especially fussy these days, perhaps a molar is coming in.

Oh yes, mom, there is spell check. Just look for the “ABC” button on top of where you post.

Last night, I made pork chops and a butternut squash salad from Martha Stewart’s Everday Food (an excellent cooking magazine for the regular home cook) before Jeremy got home and we ate quickly and went to Bright Horizons for cozy hour from 7-8 pm. Stories, hot chocolate and kids running around with pajamas. There is a little girl from Korea in his class named Yebin, who on Friday swung a bag of craft supplies and hit Vince in the head. Vince got a little bruise and, of course, in this litigious country, an “accident report” had to be filled out by the parents of both parties and signed. Now Yebin’s mom (who pretty much only speaks Korean) is understandably concerned about the paperwork because it makes it all seem so serious and so now she stops me whenever I see them and asks about Vince. Last night, she finally asked, “Do you care?” and I laughed said, “No, I don’t care!”

And your poop too. So when you come over, you may have to show him your poop before you flush.

While driving to work this morning, I heard a sound with lyric saying “I would invite my Dad to dance again”. Something like that. The singer was in memory of his Dad postmorten. Suddenly, I felt another lyric in my ears saying “… tears in my eyes …”. I was deeply moved & pretty moody and hoped you all doing well.

Okay, another 3 1/2 hours I am off to see Mom. Exciting.