I’m a moron!!
I posted the link wrong. Yeah, it’s a spelling error. it’s http://www.woodfieldtechnology.com/blog or http://www.blog.woodfieldtechnology.com Take your pick.
I apologize for any inconvenience.
Moved again!!
This time I have a paid host. I’m setting up shop with a little web development company, so I set up a wordpress site there.
http://www.woodfieldtechnology.com/blog
It’s a slow work in progress. Either way, I’m re-emerging after a ton of computer trouble, a massive anxiety attack that landed me in the hospital and general business and exhaustion. Don’t give up on me you guys. My RSS feeds areback, my blog is up and I’m still around. I’m also on MSN all day as bigstevereed. (I have to admit, the whole overinflated ego thing is even beginning to bore me.)
So drop by and check me out. I’m looking for decent templates, so if you know any, give me a heads up.
That is all. Steve
I may be an old white guy…
But I still wish I could do this. Daaaaaaang, man!!
I know you’ve seen this, but it’s still funny.
“Cheezits! Cheezits! Cheezits! Cheezits!”
EverythingI need to know I learned…
“Why am I here?” You’ve asked it a million times. You’ve had a million answers, depending on your state of mind. It’s the fundamental question that’s haunted mankind since forever. It’s at the root of our moral dilemmas. It fuels our quest for happiness and leads us all over the place. Having that answer would put us at ease, wouldn’t it? But it seems unanswerable to most of us.
Summertime…
I’m not sayin’ nothin’, I’m just sayin’ that our new deck umbrella is awesome. It really is. We got one of these bad boys, like the one you see over to your left. Sweet. It tilts and twists and so now finally we can sit on our deck when the sun is out. And, there’s a mosquito net that you can put up around it. We tested it out last night and it ruled.
Cost an arm and a leg, but I don’t mind limping so much now. At least I’m cooler.
And yet there lingers the unfinished task of applying the new coat of stain to the deck. We had to strip it because the finish was literally pealing off for some bizarre reason. I refused to wear gloves when doing it and the nails on my left hand turned yellow and began forcibly peeling upward until I agressively applied lotion to them. They’re still a little freaky, but it’s getting better. The skin on my left index finger began to harden somewhar at the tip as well, but, as with the nails, that condition is improving. Next time I’ll wear gloves.
During the bug net trials, I nearly had a disaster. We were chatting up the neighbors, who we both get a sneaky may be swingers, and drinking, of all drinks, Skip and Go Nakeds. Thiose have vodka, beer and lemonade concentrate in them. Tasty little things, but the lemonade concentrate has way too much acid in it for me and I began getting one of my famous heartburn episodes. I drank a marguerita on an empty stomach once and it reduced me to tears in the restaurant. Those types of attacks feel as though someone’s putting lit cigarettes out on my stomach wall. Then the acid rises, I breathe it and my asthma gets bad. This began last night, but our neighbor rescued me by fetching me Tums. I took ten chewables before getting relief. Then I was fine. And bug bite free.
Yeah, that’s about it. Just a quick ramble.
I’ll leave you with a popen I just dug up. It sorta cracks me up. Modblog Days, people.
Unbridled Vanity.
You are a toad.
A toad with no wits or grace,
only bumpy skin and a really big mouth.
But if the world turns into a swamp
you’ll thrive and I’ll die.
That would be depressing.
It’s a slim chance, but
to prevent that
I’ll crush you with my car.
Lastly, I got a new toy. No more electrics for this kid, I just suck at them and they require electricity. Here’s what someone that can play has to say about them.
Red out.
A little slide show for you…
So, I got bored and Googled myself for images and here’s what I came up with. Surprisingly, my days as a covert time traveller/shape shifter weren’t so covert. It probably would have been a good idea to use a different name once in a while, but you live and learn. Here’s what I found. Click an image. If you hover the cursor over the box that pops up, you can click the right arrow on the picture and keep going. I’m super high tech advanced-like.
As you can see, I’ve been a busy guy, but I had to give it up. Time travel and shape shifting are not what you might expect. There’s waaaay too much thinking involved and I’m too thick to even balance a checkbook. Things got messy fast. I settled into an ordinary life, taking on the odd sniper mission if the pay is right and that’s enough for me.
Whoa! There’s the “phone” now. Perhaps since you’ve all seen this, they’re calling about you. Dangit! I told you there’s too much thinking involved.
Reed out.
Here’s a novel idea…
I can remember telling you guys a bunch of times about falling asleep at the wheel, most recently with my family in the car. I have a problem with fatigue. I’m tired all the time, some times barely able to keep awake.
It’s been a plague, honestly. But then out of the blue, as wives so often do, Karen had a brilliant idea. “Try going to bed earlier.”
Crazy? Sure. But possible. You see, I get up at five a.m. (wake up at five a.m., I get out of bed around 5:15). Sometimes I was getting up at 4:30. There’s so much to do with a house, wife and kids that I would get to bed around ten p.m. or so every night and would barely haul myself out of the sack the next morning.
So I tried this kooky thing the last couple of days and by jingle it’s making a difference. I can think again and get work done. I’m only moderately cranky at night, but that’s getting better too.
I’m encouraged, but cautiously, at best. The memories of snapping my head straight up, seeing an oncoming car or corn field are still too fresh. But it’s a start. Life’s too short to work work yourself to death.
Sometimes you just have to let the laundry go, or get the deck finished another time. Sooner or later something has to give and I’d rather it not be me. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to have conversations with people and understand what they’re saying, or remember what I had for lunch. We take the little things for granted.
I stayed up until ten last night, fretting over some stupid crap and today I’m paying. So, yeah, I guess I am officially a boring old white guy with achy joints and a minivan full of kids.
I can think of worse things to be.
It just keeps getting funnier…
We went back to court Friday with Jake’s dad. Child support issues. Basically, Jake costs more now than before and Karen has to put in for a raise. Frankly, His dad’s payments don’t come close to paying for half of the boy’s expenses, but it’s not about that. You fathered him, you have to keep up your responsibility to him. Be a father.
Earlier this year Karen even offered to work things out with him outside of court so that things would be easier on everyone involved. Of course he refused. What she put in for was a basic cost of living raise and a motion for him to pay half of school registrations and extracurricular activities, as well as a DECREASE in day care expenses. You read right, a decrease. His dad likes to COME to his baseball games and take pictures, but he doesn’t want to pay for them. Mister funtime dad. Hooray for him.
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What a month, folks…
So here’s how it went this last month.
Karen’s grandfather died. He’d been ill for a long time and had made it 92 years, so it was’t unexpected, but sad nonetheless.
Well, at that time we’d just begun being able to attend to all the landscaping chores around the house that have fallen into hillbilly-like disrepair for the last year and a half. The landscaping was shabby, the lawn was brown and the finish on the deck had literally begun to peel off. Just peel right off I’ve not seen that before. Grandpa was to be buried about 2 hours from here, so the family would be coming in from around the country and we’d have some of them staying with us.
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