I’ve deleted so many drafts, it’s getting embarrassing. So, here’s an amalgamation of things.
1) We’re back from upstate NY. Lisa’s parents’ new house is nice – the kids have space to run. They enjoyed their time there. I actually slept – like double digits hours slept, and did not feel bad about it at all. Lisa was sick on the bird day, so I solo’d with the kids and socialized with her family, so… what guilt? None. There was none. And besides, Lisa’s parents were hosting the kids for the first time in forever, so I didn’t care. I feel… ok. I mean, we still had to do 12 hours coming and going, but I feel better.
2) I donated that Sempron / nForce2 PC that I lovingly built over the course of several years to Lisa’s fledgling firm. It’s a beautiful machine. It’s fast. I, in turn, used some office money ($50! I’ll be only five years behind) to build a (very) slightly faster but distinctly very refurbished machine to replace it. I could have bought Lisa a refurb machine, but I’ve bought two refurbs for the office from MicroCenter and had to replace both before getting working ones. I’d rather gamble on myself and make sure Lisa is getting a good machine. The fan blades did not have a spec of grime on them. The case is gorgeous. It’s going to treat Lisa well.
I’m making it a point to use the desktop machine more, it’s easier to get work done. I need a mouse to be efficient.
3) The basement and hallway are coming along. Slowly. But, progress!
4) Black Friday saw the phone I wanted go to the grand total of FREE. The Xperia Play should be here on Monday. I am a giant dork.
5) I ultimately did not want an iPhone, ergo the Android based phone above. In turn I am selling my ipad and ipod touch in hopes to buy an iPad2. The ipod touch is definitely going, so no regrets there. Hopefully the sales won’t screw me over…
You know, I was going to buy an iphone – but the interminable wait for iOS5 killed it. I waited and waited for this mythical amazing update that was supposed to rock my world, and it when it came out it was less than stellar. More likely, I built it up in my head to the point that there was no way iOS was going to do the things I thought it said it could do.
I thought Siri was really, really cool and an android beater, but as it turns out android had voice commands built in, but they’re in google search (?). It works, I was able to dictate a text to Lisa without having to type anything. Whether or not it will return cool results for how to dump a body is unknown, but having bought a bunch of Korans I don’t want the feds to have a reason to come after me.
6)Another hobby – Magic the Gathering. It’s easy to play. It’s like nerdy poker.
7) Unlike Nora, we haven’t taken Isaac on a grand tour to meet everyone. I don’t know if he cares or will care when he’s older. If he’s like me, he won’t care in the slightest. I mention this because we went up to Lisa’s parents’ place because it had been over a year since we were last there and for some people up there they hadn’t seen him since he was a tiny baby.
I still don’t have any idea who in my family hasn’t met Isaac. I’m sure everyone has met Nora. Bad daddy.
I love the differing personalities of the two kids. Isaac at this age is so insanely cute – he verbalizes his feelings quite readily. He’s a ‘heart on his sleeve’ type of kid, and he’s stubborn like a mule.
Lisa’s mom relayed a story this morning that is typical Isaac – she asked him to stop jumping off of the table, and he did it anyway, and kept doing it defiantly until he smacked his jaw. Instead of crying, he stared as his grandma with his lip trembling (‘he really wanted to cry’ she said) – but he refused to cry (because that would be an admission of being wrong, amirite?). Instead, he hugged her, and then went back to doing what he wasn’t supposed to be doing. That boy.
9) BlogHer ruined Nablopomo if you’re wondering why I’m not doing it this year. The prompts are stupid and by the way, hosted by ‘BlogHer’. They apparently made a todo about it being men inclusive, but having checked the site a couple times, none of the featured NBPM writers are males.
I don’t mind it being an all female thing, obviously – however, I do mind the outright lying. Call it what it is, ok? Sheesh.
Ok, fin.