Thursday, February 26, 2009

possibly the best nights sleep EVER

Last night I had the second of two sleep studies performed on me. This time they came armed with a CPAP machine. Based on the results of my last sleep study it was pretty apparent that I suffer from mild sleep apnea. Sleep apnea occurs when your airway relaxes and partially collapses during your sleep. The body forces the sufferer to wake up to begin breathing again. The awaking is subtle and not usually remembered by the person, but it can happen many times during the night, thus disrupting a sound nights sleep. That is what was happening to me (not to mention waking up the entire neighborhood with my snoring).

After the technicians got me hooked up to all the wires and gizmos they fitted me with the CPAP mask. I wasn't nervous, per se, but I was concerned about my ability to sleep with a scuba mask on my face. Not to worry, though. I slept. Boy, did I sleep! I slept my brains out until 5 AM when they called and told me the test was over. They could remotely control the CPAP machine and turned it off at this point. I was a little sad because I had quickly got used to the contraption and it seemed harder to breath in bed without it. When they first put it on me the sensation was weird, because although I could breathe, it felt like the air was being forced down my throat. Which is the whole point of the thing. But after a few minutes I was used to it and off to la-la land.

I felt so rested and amazing this morning. I haven't yawned at all today. I can't wait to get one of these machines. Unfortunately I have to see my doctor to get a prescription for one. I can't wait!


P.S. That is not me in the picture. I would never have those sheets.

Monday, February 23, 2009

I heart my friends

I dropped of my niece, Kelly, and my good good friend, Kerry at the airport this morning. It was so great having them here. Our friend Cherry was here last week, as well. We loved having them here. We will miss them. It was great having activity in our house, as it is usually just us. Wow, I sounded just like an old lady just then, didn't I?

Seriously, though, it was a lot of fun. The past few years I have finally started feeling like an adult, which has its good points, but makes me sad that my "childhood" is over. Mortgages, responsibilities, all that heavy stuff has taken over our lives, as it does for everyone as they grow up, but I miss just being a carefree kid sometimes. I mean, it is nice to have some money to do things (which I didn't as a kid), but all the responsibility that goes along with it ca be a drag.

How did I get off on this tangent? Must be because it is Monday and things are "blah". I am looking forward to Key West this weekend. Yahoo! Just a few more days...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Dumpster Diving

I don't usually post about work, so bear with me...

Yesterday one of our clients received a new printer. It was huge. It came in three boxes and was delivered on a pallet. I worked my butt off to get it all unpacked and put together. There were a couple of things that I couldn't finish because I ran out of time. I returned this morning to finish them up. I had the whole thing put together and was ready to test it out when I noticed that the unit wasn't working. WTF? I looked up the error code that the printer was giving me and found out that there was a small part that was not installed. I had not seen this part when I was unpacking the million items that make up this printer. Where could it be? Then it hit me - I must have inadvertently thrown away the tiny part when I was removing all the boxes and thrown it into the dumpster. Aww, crap.

I went out to the dumpster and looked in. There was so much crap in there. There was no way I was going to actually get into the dumpster so I fished around with my hands for a bit. No part, but I did find some soda bottles and a lot of paper. I was beginning to get grossed out and the people at the company were making fun of me, so I closed up the dumpster, admitted defeat and ordered a replacement part.

I had to chuckle later, thinking of how I was perched on a stool, rooting around in the dumpster. My job is never dull, I can say that much....

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Things that make me laugh

I recently remembered something funny from my teenage years. I, like many people, sometimes remember random things about my childhood. Some of them make me laugh. This is one of those times.


When I was around 15 I had a friend, Sarah. She was one of the few lucky kids I knew who had her own telephone line in her room. I think it was a hand-me-down from her brother who lived in her room before she did. I thought she was the coolest for having her own phone. I, like many of my friends, had to share the single phone line in our house. It wasn't a big deal, my parents didn't use the phone much, but I would get in trouble if the phone rang late at night and woke my parents.


Anyway, Sarah had an answering machine on her phone line. We would leave her messages and all that good stuff. Somehow, though, we all knew the pass code to get into the machine and listen to the messages remotely. I can remember we would call in (out of boredom) and listen to Sarah's messages. She told me that sometimes she would be in her room, the phone would ring and if she didn't answer it (those were the days before Caller ID) the answering machine would pick up and she would hear someone listening to her messages. We would deny it, but she knew it was us, bored and checking her messages. We were so lame as kids. Ha!

Vintage Tobacco Ads


These are great. Some are so wrong (well, they all are so wrong, but it was the era for ciggies), and others are so deliciously right! The one above struck me beacuse that dude is going to be pretty pissed if she spills that candle wax on his new snake skin top. But she doesn't seem to be worried about that, does she?


Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My continued regression

I entered the store and looked around for my intended purchase. I wasn't exactly sure where in the store they kept my item, so I scanned the place for an obvious section that would have it. As I made my way through the store I saw the section that would definitely have it. Entering the Teen Books area, I scoured the shelves for my item. Damn it! They couldn't really be out of it, could they? I momentarily panicked. Then, out of the corner of my eye I spotted a pile of them on the floor. Phew, that was a close one. I picked up a shiny new copy of 'New Moon', Stephanie Meyer's second installment in the 'Twilight' series and headed for the register.

Once at the register, the female clerk asked me if the book was for me. Honestly, I thought she would would say something to me about the book, given that the target audience is half my age, and female. I told her it was indeed for me. I said that I had just finished the previous book and immediately came over to pick up the next one. She smirked a knowing glance and rang me up. She told me the last two books in the series are only available in hardcover, so I would need to pony up the extra cash for those ones. I will gladly do that.

So here I sit. As soon as I finish typing this post I am going to plunk down in a comfy chair and pick up reading about Bella and Edward's atypical romance. This series is like a drug. I just can't get enough.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Top 10 awful-est David Letterman Interviews

Ouch!

From here. Even David Leterman fucks up now and then, even if it isn't his fault. You gotta still love him.

Can I just say?

I don't care that Michael Phelps smoked pot. Come on, he is 23. But what does make me irritated is that he did it in front of people who could (and did) ruin his reputation. I mean, we all did stupid things when we were 23. He isn't alone. I feel bad for him, actually. He is so much in the spotlight and made a mistake. It is unfortunate for him that this is probably not going to be something that he recovers from, professionally.

It's really too bad. But, as they say: "you play, you pay". So true.

I guess all he can do now is rip another bong hit.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy Valentines Day

WORST FIRST DATE STORY EVER

If you didn't see this on the Tonight show, I hope you're sitting down when you read it. This is probably the funniest date story ever, first date or not!!! We have all had bad dates but this takes the cake.

Jay Leno went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had. The winner described her worst first date experience.
There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!
She said it was midwinter...Snowing and quite cold... and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City , Utah .

It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a restroom and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while. Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he had better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car.

They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down, and started. In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady herself. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman as he refrained from peeking. All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.

Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender. Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem, due to the extreme cold.
Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off" and in need of some assistance! He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma. Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem.

Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free. So, as she looked the other way, her first- time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender.

As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down. Or perhaps that should be "pants down".
And you thought your first date was embarrassing.

Oh and how did the first date turn out? He became her husband and was sitting next to her on the Leno show.

Friday, February 13, 2009

32 going on 16

I had to stop and laugh the other day as I was driving home, blaring Miley Cyrus, excited at the prospect of being able to hunker down with my current book, Twilight, that I was 32 going on 16.

Let's analyze this for a moment: I LOVE the Miley Cyrus CD, especially her song 'Fly on the Wall'. It made me laugh that her target audience is less than half my age. What can I say, the girl can sing.

I had heard the hubbub about Twilight when it came out as a movie. I am not into vampires AT ALL, and didn't give the movie much thought. But recently I was in TJMaxx (of all places) and I saw the book on sale there. I had just finished a couple of good books and was OK with the fact that this book might suck. Boy, was I wrong. I can't put it down. It's not at all how I thought it was going to be (sucky). It is wonderful. And I think there are others in the series too. I don't even want to look online about this topic until I am done with the book. I don't want to find a spoiler.

So, I am going to watch Nickelodeon now and maybe even go out and buy the latest issue of Tiger Beat. Do they even make that "publication" any more?

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Would you travel to Cuba?


A bill is making its way through Congress that would allow unrestricted travel to Cuba for Americans. Some people are not in favor of this bill as they believe it will feed money to Castro. I, however, am all for it. I think Cuba is a beautiful place and I would like to visit there before the gigantic hotels and casinos are built there and it looks like Anytown, USA.
If put to a vote, I'd vote for travel to Cuba. Would you?

Yay Stephanie!

Our friend Stephanie blogs about food, wine, and all things delicious on her blog. It is a fun read to hear about local Boston food happenings and I read the site frequently.

Recently Stephanie was asked to be a guest blogger on Public Radio Kitchen. Her post is here and the meal sounds delicious. Way to go Stephanie!

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Rock Band

Steven and I bought Rock Band in November. We had actually played Guitar Hero at Stephanie and Andreas' house this past summer and we loved it, so we finally broke down and headed to Best Buy to procure some guitars of our own. We had no idea how big this whole rhythm gaming storm was. There was a entire section of the store dedicated to Guitar Hero and Rock Band. After checking out both games, we decided on Rock Band, as Steven was excited about the prospect of being a drummer. I still got to play with a guitar, so I was happy.

When we got home, we unpacked the big box and got to work on becoming a (faux) rock band. It was a blast. We played non-stop for days. Then nothing. We didn't play over the holidays and didn't drag out the gear again until some of my family was visiting and told us that we could hack the game to allow us to play all the songs without having to go through the game to unlock them. Cool! Except it wasn't so cool. We had Rock Band Special Edition, which doesn't have that feature. Plus, the majority of the songs in this version are really hard core. We were looking for something a little more mainstream (i.e. songs that we had actually heard before).

Fast forward a couple of weeks and our Boston friends came down to see us. We played Rock Band and it was all well and good, but we were all itching for the Rock Band 2 game, so we hiked over to Best Buy and bought it (well, S and A bought it for us, thanks guys!). We were in heaven. The songs are great. We picked up a second guitar so we could all play. Our band was made up of Steven on drums, Stephanie on bass guitar, Andreas on guitar, and me on vocals. We made a great band and got really far before we had to take them to the airport for their flight back to Boston.

When I got home this afternoon it was just me. Itching to keep playing Rock Band 2, I selected the online option and played a few songs with random people on the Internets. It was cool, except that they keep matching me with people who were playing hard or expert levels. I mostly play easy and sometimes will do medium, but the people who wanted to play were hard core and didn't like my skills, apparently. They kept kicking me out. I didn't take it personally, though.

Now I am waiting for Steven to come home so we can rock out some more. Give us a heads up if you're online with Rock Band 2. Our Rock Band friend ID is: 372305962537.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

25 things I didn't want to know about you

I found this article funny, not because I don't like reading the Facebook posts, but because I knew immediately that I was not going to participate. I would stress about what to write and probably never finish. Also, I am a little shy about sharing these kinds of things with people.

Two of my favorites:

23. My friends say that when they shave my back, I purr like a walrus.
25. Sometimes I think pee smells like Cheerios.


From Time: http://www.time.com/time/arts/article/0,8599,1877187,00.html

Susan Powter, wow she is a loon!

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

Google Latitude keeps tabs on friends

I'm not sure how I feel about this. It's all a little too "big brother" for my taste!

(CNET) -- Just because the Internet has broken down geographic barriers, don't assume that Google doesn't care about geography.

The company plans to launch software called Latitude on Wednesday that lets mobile phone users share their location with close contacts. Google hopes it will help people find each other while out and about and to keep track of loved ones.

"What Google Latitude does is allow you to share that location with friends and family members, and likewise be able to see friends and family members' locations," said Steve Lee, product manager for Google Latitude. For example, a girlfriend could use it to see if her boyfriend has arrived at a restaurant and, if not, how far away he is.

To protect privacy, Google specifically requires people to sign up for the service. People can share their precise location, the city they're in, or nothing at all.

"What we found in testing is that the most common scenario is a symmetrical arrangement, where both people are sharing with each other," Lee said.

The software spotlights Google's fixation with mapping and location technology. Location is an important part of navigating the real world, and Google clearly sees its geographic services as a way to establish a more personal connection with customers who today use Google chiefly for the virtual realm of the Internet.

And of course money is involved, too: Google hopes its mapping technology will lead to location-based advertising revenue.

Google's power is firmly lodged in search and search advertising, but the company is trying to expand to broader online services, too. That includes online documents and various aspects of social networking, which are much more personal services and ones that put Google into more direct competition with rivals such as Microsoft, Facebook, and Yahoo. Like using Google profiles to contact information with select contacts, using Google Latitude tells Google who's who in your social graph.

How it works
Latitude is part of Google Maps for Mobile, the company's mapping software for mobile phones, but also can be used through a gadget loaded onto its iGoogle customized home page. It'll work in 27 countries at launch, Google said.

Initially, it will work on most color-screen BlackBerry phones, most phones with Windows Mobile 5.0 or later, and most Symbian-based devices such as Nokia smartphones. An update to the Google Android operating system now being distributed to the T-Mobile G1 phone also enables it, and iPhone and iPod Touch users will get the option "very soon," Lee said.
Latitude uses Google's technology to judge a user's location not just by GPS satellite, but also by proximity to mobile phone towers and wireless networks.

That's a much more automated approach than the manual "check-in" process used by Dodgeball, a service that Google decided in January to shut down.

Other competitors exist, though. BrightKite and Loopt offer mechanisms for people to find each other by mobile phone, for example. Then there's MobiFriends, Tripit, and Dopplr.
And Google's clearest competitor, Yahoo, offers some competition with Fire Eagle. That service doesn't provide location information, but it does provide a mechanism to centralize people's geographic privacy choices, in effect taking care of some of the social graph management when it comes to location information.

To use the service, you need a Google account to record who has permission to see your location. For choosing who gets to see your location, you can use contacts stored with Gmail or Picasa, Google said.

The white lie
With the service, you can hide from specific people or disappear altogether. And you can manually set a specific location if, for example, your phone can't show it with sufficient precision or if you wish to tell someone a white lie about whether you really aren't going to go to the candy store.

Google envisions two broad classes of people with whom you might want to share location information. First is a small, close-knit circle of friends and family with whom you're willing to share your exact spot. Second is a larger group with whom you're happy to share city-level detail, convenient for finding out when somebody's in town but not much more.

When somebody is close, the software lets you contact the person various ways--by calling or sending an e-mail or text message, for example. It also lets you hide from that specific person.
Privacy is of course a significant concern when it comes to sharing this sort of information. If you want to use Latitude, you must specifically enable the service.

Meeting your pals at a bar is an obvious example of the software's possibilities, but there are softer cases I see as useful, too.

Lee pointed to a case where a friend's girlfriend, though far away in Seattle, will "virtually place herself next to him." That sounds a little sappy for my tastes, but I can still relate. My wife is on the other side of the country right now, and it would be heart-warming to see just where.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

David after dentist

Poor kid. I've been like this a few mornings.


And then the fight started...

Thanks Pianca! I love these.

My wife and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" "No," she answered. I then said, "Is that your final answer?" She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes." So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." And that's when the fight started.... _________________________________________________________

I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?" And that's when the fight started....

_________________________________________________________ Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.' My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?' And then the fight started ... ________________________________________________________

A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside. The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy Shit. That must be my husband!' So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go. A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!' The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?' And then the fight started......
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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream. And then the fight started.... _______________________________________________________

A woman was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. She was not happy with what she saw and said to her husband, 'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you to pay me a compliment.' The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.' And then the fight started......

_________________________________________________________ I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. "I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please." He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"" Nah, she can order for herself." And then the fight started...
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. My wife asked, 'Do you know her?' 'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 'My God!' said my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' And then the fight started...
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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station. And then the fight started...

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.' I bought her a scale. And then the fight started...
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My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, 'What's on TV?' I said, 'Dust.' And then the fight started...

Sunday, February 01, 2009

When I grow up I want to be just like Mommy

From Kerry O!

A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for a homework assignment.

After it was graded and the child brought it home, she returned to school the next day with the following note:


Dear Ms. Davis ,

I want to be very clear on my child's illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This photo is of me selling a shovel.

Mrs. Harrington