We are still goofed up from too much eggnog and sugar cookies. I love too much icing!
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Like a lightbulb
We were sitting in the car (aka our recording studio) when the kids decided to sing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Abigail was going to sing it with her kindergarten class so she wanted to practice. I just happened to have my handy dandy voice recorder with me and I recorded this…the debut of Isaac and Abigail with backup vocals by Mom. Maybe it’s just me, but I think kids singing and having fun is about the best sound in the world. I don’t like regular kids’ albums where they have kids singing in wishy washy, overly sweet voices (do kids ever do anything gently or softly?). I really love to hear kids singing loud and proud!
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I was just a few days ago lamenting the fact that I was not yet in the Christmas spirit. Things still feel a little different this year, but we are making great strides towards getting us fully Christmas-ey. I may work half a day tomorrow but hanging with the family, just playing (and singing this song a bunch more times) will bring us into full Christmas swing. I didn’t ever get how Mom and Dad could be content getting each other underwear for Christmas, but their real present was seeing their kids have a lot of fun playing games, singing, dancing, eating too much, and crashing at the end of a hard fought day. I am a slow learner but I think I get it now. Getting myself in the Christmas spirit is a change in attitude…it’s not about me anymore…and that’s cool!
Gingerbread house – 2D
I really like ginger stuff. My mom used to make gingerbread and lemon sauce (sounds iffy but it’s great!), I like gingersnaps more than just about any other cookie and I have explored medicinal uses for ginger brandy (uh…sure…medicinal uses).
When Mommaw and Granddad invited us over to make gingerbread houses, I was likely more excited than the kids. None of us has the patience to make a full-blown 3-D gingerbread house. Patience runs so thin amongst us, in fact, that Isaac didn’t even have the patience to ice his gingerbread house. He said he liked it as it was, though I think he really just hates crafty stuff that much. Anyhow, Mommaw found a simple recipe and a house cookie cutter so we were set to go.
You can see that the kids used the flour with gusto and had it all over. The very best part of this fun was that it was at Mommaw and Granddad’s house!
We iced most of the cookies a little but we really were excited to get to the eating. After only 24 hours, we have finished all of the cookies! Yes, hibernation weight is coming along nicely!
Snowflakes!
I have mentioned before that I love Instructables.com. I was browsing the other evening when I came across a post about cutting intricate paper snowflakes (holy moley, sorry for all the links!) I don’t think I was ever particularly good at cutting paper snowflakes but I thought I should pass along the frustration of cutting them to my kids. I had barely finished describing what we needed to do when Isaac declined any further involvement…so, that leaves Abigail to drive to madness!
Typically, when I cut snowflakes, I just started in on the paper in my best Edward Scissorhands imitation. Like most things, I had no plan or desired output. It never occurred to me to plan ahead but the instructable changed my mind. We decided to fold the paper as usual, but then draw a pattern ahead of time. It made me think about what I wanted the end result to be. Cool!
Abigail didn’t really get the excitement of “the edge”. It’s the “mother-edge” I told her, the edge from which all snowflake life flows. “Ok Dad, can I cut now?” Ah, sweet…she’s feeling snowflake frustration! Anyhow, she drew a number of shapes including some trapezoids and parallelograms to see what would happen. As she unfolded her first snowflake, she began to understand the “edge from which all blessings flow”.
We decided to hang our snowflakes on the front door, but Mohinder, our cat, didn’t like them there…blocked his view I guess. We had to raise them up so he couldn’t reach them.
Anyhow, we are pretty proud of our work. I expect that we’ll make one each night for awhile. She loves to do arts and crafts projects and this is right up her alley! I expect that it won’t be long until we learn to make paper-mache or 3-d origami-like ornaments or tissue paper ornaments, etc.
Abigail is also pretty generous and wants to make enough so that we can give them to people for Christmas…I like the way she thinks!
Cinnamon applesauce ornaments
This works…you’ll never believe it, but it works. We made cinnamon applesauce Christmas ornaments this weekend. These ornaments are cool and they smell awesome! We started with 1/2 cup of applesauce and added an equal amount of cinnamon. At first, it mixed up pretty well and seemed right (whatever that is!) but we quickly found we needed more cinnamon. We didn’t measure but I’d say we ended up with another 1/2 cup of cinnamon. Anyhow, mix the two ingredients until they form a fairly dry, thick, clay-like consistency. Roll them out between sheets of waxed paper until they are 1/4 inch
thick. Cut out shapes with cookie cutters and start them drying on a clean sheet of waxed paper. We poked holes in them to run a string through for proper hanging. Once they have dried about 24 hours, you can flip them and move them to a wire drying rack to finish. I think ours will be dry tonight (48 hours). Let me tell you, they smell awesome!
When I walk in the door at night, the cinnamon fills the air. I sort of want to lick them but I know better…
Just so you know, they do not taste as good as they smell. Isaac likes applesauce with cinnamon – a lot. He reasoned (as I always do) that if a little is good, a lot must be awesome. He tried some of the dough but quickly downed a bunch of water after eating a small bite (who am I to discourage a little first-hand experience?) Before Isaac’s bite, Abigail decided she would wait on her brother’s experience before she tried the dough (who am I to push her into reckless behavior?)
As with many crafty things, Isaac was mainly in a hurry to get things done. He did tough it out because it all smelled so good. We discovered that appley cinnamon leaves a pretty good stain on your hands but it washes off pretty easily. We also did a little science related to soil testing – Emily’s Dad is a civil engineer so he was able to rate the consistency of our dough compared to soil. I think he mainly enjoyed slamming balls of dough onto the waxed paper to see how much it compacted! It made a great cinnamon thump!
Better’n brandy
Emily is a counselor in an elementary school so she gets to hang around a lot of sick children this time of the year. We don’t measure the seasons like most people do. Instead, we know winter has arrived when Emily brings some sort of crud home from school. She managed to make it until mid November before catching it this year. I posted a couple of days ago about trying to cure the whooping cough or whatever I had, with brandy. Now, hard as I tried, one bottle of brandy did not cure my ailment.
We finally broke down and went to a walk-in clinic on Saturday morning. Now, this is where the story gets interesting… We were both put in the same room and seen by the same doctor (which was cool). The doctor first evaluated Emily (who had only slept 3 to 4 hours at night due to the booger dam in her head). I felt pretty crummy, but Emily had the black death longer and worse than I did…that’s important later.
So, the poor doctor walked into a room to meet me and a sick doberman-like creature – foolishly, she closed the door. The doc took a quick superficial look at Emily and tried to convince her that her ailment was a simple cold that needed to be out-waited. Disgusted, Emily coughed up some lung butter as evidence of her affliction. Knowing she was being out-symptomed, the doctor next tried to convince the crazed woman by my side that her sickness was due to cat allergies. Once again, in disgust, Emily produced a hairball. She is part cat I think and was having nothing to do with the allergy argument.
Fearing for her life, the doctor tried to divert by taking a look at me. Upon peering down my throat and listening to my chest, she was immediately concerned. As she escaped out of the room to perform the strep test – Emily looked over to me and in all seriousness said, “I just want you to know that if you get antibiotics and I don’t – I’m taking yours and you’re on your own.” The doctor came back in the room with 3 prescriptions for me but none for Emily.
She told Emily that she did not have the cold long enough for it to be a sinus infection. Now, it’s been said that the foolish and the dead are the only ones who do not change their opinions. I wasn’t sure if the doctor was foolish, but I knew for certain that if she didn’t change her opinion, she was going to be dead. Emily dug in and refused to leave until she got an accurate diagnosis. She finally convinced the doctor to do a head x-ray and sure enough – she had “an acute maxillary sinus infection” (or something like that). I knew Emily’s illness was all in her head! Poor me though…from the brink of death I have returned – twice! My illness is better and my wife got her antibiotics too!
Homemade fun!
The kids were helping their grandparents decorate their tree last weekend when we all noticed the old ornaments Emily and her brother had made in school. Several were hand-painted and had pictures of them through the years. I don’t know if all schools stopped doing that or just the ones we have been in but we don’t have any homemade ornaments and even fewer than none with pictures of the kids. We couldn’t let that continue so we had project night at our house this weekend.
Emily’s folks found some wooden ornaments that just happened to have a space in the middle to accommodate wallet sized pictures. We had just finished having Christmas pictures taken at a local department store and we had the disc with the copies. I printed out a bunch of copies and we had some good old fashioned fun painting and otherwise decorating the ornaments.
I wear a black leather jacket typically. I had hung it over the chair in the dining room this weekend (well, truth be told, I hang it there every day). The kids were dancing around and painting, having fun, etc. I didn’t notice until the paint was dry, but someone did battle with my coat using a green paintbrush. Take a moment to find a zen place, Warren…the paint is water based and washable and came right off luckily!
So, all is well. We now have some homemade ornaments with current pictures hot-glued in place. We had a good time messing around with family and I have a significantly scrubbed, much cleaner coat. It was certainly good homemade fun!
We hot glued ribbons to the top to hang them on the tree. It’s sort of funny but we decided that the kids don’t really look like either of us when we were kids. Of course, my kids are much cuter than we were!
No hair…hair…no hair…ear hair
A long time ago in a state not so far away…yeah, well that’s it for the Star Wars bit. I was born a number of years ago but you’ll have to do some research to figure out how old I am…
- The number of holes in the mouthpiece of a telephone is <my age>
- In a “3-4-5” right triangle, the small angle is approximately <my age> degrees
- “Les Miserables” has a cast of <my age>
- There are <my age> U.S. Federal Reserve Banks
- William Shakespeare wrote <my age> plays
- Hannibal brought <my age> elephants with him on his conquest of Rome
So, I have no idea if I was born with or without hair, but I know I had it for some period of my younger years. I had hair for about 25 or so years and then I decided to shave it all off.
For awhile, that was pretty cool because I shaved it before other people were shaving their heads. At that time, I was too young to be “old man bald” but my kind of bald was cool. About a year or 3 ago, my follicular karma caught up with me and I started sprouting hair in my ears. It isn’t fair!
Anyhow, it’s my birthday today so I will tell you a few odd things about myself. Apparently I was to be named Jedidiah (hey, that’s almost Jedi!) but when I was “out”, my parents though I looked like my Dad so they named me Warren instead.
I was almost continually sick as a child. I had pneumonia many times and rheumatic fever once before I got through 3rd grade. My illness made me exceptionally handsome…I am still plagued by it!
I remember my absolute favorite pair of shoes…it was in first grade. May parents got me a pair of green gum boots. I wore them to school…all day long…every day. I also loved western shirts more than any other style.
Seriously, though, time has surely flown but I can’t imagine being any other place or with any other people!
Oh yeah, here’s my source for the strange ways to get my age.
By the way, here is a family tradition we enjoy. We call it happy birthday – loud and proud!
[audio:https://myhomeamongthehills.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/dadbday1.mp3]Some of my favorite turkeys
Like most of the country, our family overate on Thanksgiving. We always go to Emily’s grandparents house in a small town outside the city. But before the actual feed, we have a tradition. We usually start checking in early on Thanksgiving morning as soon as we get up. Emily’s grandmother typically gets up at dawn’s crack and does the magic that she does to get everything ready. By the time we wake, the turkey is sure to be well along in the oven. We always call and ask how things are looking at their place.
“Smells like things are getting along pretty well.” We check in a few times in the morning to make sure everything is under control. Of course, she’s been cooking for 70 or so years but I want to make sure she doesn’t need my expert advice! We try to get the kids to dress in some Thanksgiving-appropriate attire. Typically the kids dress as Native Americans. We couldn’t talk Isaac into it this year. Abigail wanted to be a pilgrim so Emily’s mom sewed her a pilgrim hat. I wanted to give her a blunderbuss to carry but Emily nixed that idea sighting the fact that my shotguns were all far too long for Abigail to carry. Darn practicality!
Anyhow, we headed to their place around 11:30 or so and start to nibble…and by nibble I mean I eat as much as I can sneak away with in my pockets. So, I nibble a turkey leg or a pumpkin pie waiting for everything to get finished up. Eighteen of us gathered for a huge feed and subsequent nap this year. Most of us were able to eat our meal and get away from the table before falling into the tryptophan-trance. We did lose a few in their mashed potatoes this year though. I guess we eat for an hour and a half. There must be a little hobbit in our family though as we always eat a second lunch as well.
Some of us took a walk around the neighborhood this year as we always do. Emily’s Mom and Dad grew up a few blocks from each other and have known each other since before they were in school. We walked through their old stomping grounds and had a great chance to chat and reminisce. I bounce a little as I walk to ensure that my food gets packed in pretty well so I can hit the dessert table again. Unfortunately, Emily had to carry me part way home from our walk this year. Too much nibbling I guess!
After dessert, we played a few games of Tripoli and Uno and goofed around with the kids. The kids enjoy playing on the playground of the elementary school next door. We continued to eating and playing until first supper sometime around 6. The dark is our cue to start to pack up and head home as we sober up from our turkey-induced hang-overs.
I think Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays (Groundhog day is right up there too…more on that another day). It is pretty low-key (easy for me to say since I just show up and eat) and is all about hanging out with family and having fun. It is still a simple holiday and an absolute joy!
Look at my new hardware!
Just yesterday I was commenting on how machines do not define me…but I have to admit, I do sort of dig technology too. Just to be clear, I plan to use a lot of buzz-words and mumbo jumbo to astound you with my computer savvy…isn’t that what computer people do? Anyhow, I think there may be some interesting bits for computer neophytes as well.
I had been running this blog on an old 1.4 ghz desktop machine with 512 mb of ram and a 20 gb harddrive. This machine was pieced together from parts we had laying around the office and was never supposed to be exposed to the public. But, as with most computer projects, the prototype became the product and sure enough, this blog was turned on with the power and support of “ole Bessie”.
By trade, I am a software engineer…I write computer software for a living. I don’t know a lot about computer hardware. I just assume the hardware works. Asking me to choose computer hardware is like asking your autobody guy to rebuild your engine…it might be successful, but it is probably not ideal. So, a few weeks ago, Dell had a sale on Poweredge SC440 small business servers. A hardware friend/coworker of mine mentioned that it was a good deal and might serve as a good replacement for “Bessie”. The sale price of the machine was $199. I upped the memory a little and got the whole thing delivered for $252.! It has 2 gb of ram, a dual core 2 ghz pentium processor and an 80 gb harddrive. Ahh, much better! So I migrated the blog from “Bessie” to “Vader” (more about that later).
Now, let me tell you, 8 servers in a 10×10 room put off a powerful lot of heat. Yup, I have 8 servers in my office. My current project needs 4 servers to function. I have a couple of extras for testing, etc. Adding this new server raised my heat by one machine. I am somewhat worried about going through a Bruce Banner change. I don’t think these machines put off gamma rays, but I’d also rather not turn into the incredible hulk either.
Anyhow, migrating a wordpress blog from one machine to another is really pretty simple also. I spent about 4 days making it complicated but it need not be. Basically, I installed WAMP which is the webserver and database programs that run the website. I just installed it with all of the default settings. I did not install wordpress on the new machine. Instead, I copied the entire WAMP directory (c:\wamp\…it includes the web server, database and wordpress files) from my original machine to the same directory on my new machine. Restart the webserver and we’re in business. I read all sorts of opinions on how to do backups and migration plans and how to properly sacrifice a chicken over the old and/or new servers. I tried some of those things (well, not the chicken part) and none of those options really worked. WordPress and WAMP will run on windows but are not really Windows-based so I figured that they probably didn’t have the invasive installation mess that most Windows programs have (i.e. I figured I would just copy stuff over and hope it works). Sure enough, I was right! So, after fooling around for 4 days with no success, I punted and in 8 minutes, my blog was migrated! I don’t know if you can tell the increase in speed, but please humor me and say you can! Wahoo!