Harry's Ruminations

Well, after yesterday's Miniature global stock market meltdown , looks like my options sale won't go forward after all. Something about chickens, counting, and hatcheries. :) Lesson learned: When God smacks you upside the head and says "SELL AT 70", listen.

Pediatricians would seem to be just like veterinarians: Their patients can't communicate with them to tell them where it hurts. Maria's developed a new trick--caterwauling between 6 and 8 pm. My impression of her thoughts: Ah, that was a great feeding...mmmm....look at that twirly thing up there. I'm so hap--WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHAT THE FREAK IS THAT?!!! WHY IN THE WORLD DOES MY BOTTOM HURT! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA MAKEITSTOPMAKITSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOPWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (add 10 mins of that) [gush, plop. Crying abruptly ends] Ooooh...what's that? That's different. UGH! That's weird WHAT THE FREAK IS THAT?! WHY IS MY BOTTOM WET AND SMELLY?! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! [diaper changes] Wow, that's a cool baby in the mirror. When do I eat again, mummy? [grin]

link [Is it wrong...].......that I have to mention to my husband that "B-double E-double R-U-N, beer run" is NOT an appropriate lullaby?b :-) Lyrics!

In a phrase: Simplicity, capability, reliability, and efficiency.

It's Friday, I'm a new dad, the coffee has kicked in, I solved an issue for Porsche yesterday, and it's sunny outside. My Teleconference at 7am was cancelled today. Spring isn't far away, and the mercury hit 50 yesterday for the first time in 6 weeks of dull winter. My Dad called, and for the first time in awhile, I didn't vent at him for 15 solid minutes about being tired, fed-up, and depressed. May have a triple-boon coming up--tax return, company bonus, and sale of some stock options (if we hit a certain price!). I have spring fever for everything--a new car, a new house, a vacation, and gadgets galore, but I'll probably end-up saving most of it. Both the cars are going to need some massive refresh work this Spring, but I'm looking forward to doing most of it.

After a week of exposure, I can't get the smell of poopy diapers out of my nostrils. I think it's scent memory.

Well, looks like most of my team at work has my blog address now. :-) Oh well.