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so…according to a piece of spam I received in the wee hours of the morning, 4GB might be Vista’s RAM sweet spot.
Awesome! If I’m ever seducing Vista’s RAM (or it’s sheep, or cow, for that matter) I will have a gameplan!
Who says spam is all bad?
Actually, I think that goes against one of the lesser […]

so…the great experiment has ended before it really began.
I decided that I was going to start driving to work, instead of taking the train, in an effort to work more billable hours in a week. 5 more, to be exact.
I figured out all of the costs and balanced them against taking the train, and still […]

so…one of the constant challenges of dealing with a baby with a stomach virus is dehydration.
By early, early, early yesterday morning, Sammy knew he wanted soemthing to drink but, I suspect, he knew that it was going to hurt going in AND hurt coming out again, so he just flat out refused to drink.
One mom […]

so…Sammy is sick.
Baby stomach viruses can kiss my ass!
The last 72 hours has been a roller coaster of baby puke and fussiness (some of which came from Sammy, but most of it was on my part) — I think we have gotten about 6 hours of sleep over the last two nights, and contrary […]

so…I’ve been thrown up on more times in the past 11 years than I’ve thrown up in the past 11 years. Hell, probably more than the last 22 years…if you pardon a 6-month stretch in 1994, and maybe again in 1997 — just kidding, Mom.
*trying to do the whole Eddie Izzard-head-shaking-head-nodding-no-yes thing over the internet […]

so…I don’t know if we own anything that isn’t covered in baby mucous.
Sammy has been sick all weekend long.
Poor little man. What started out as a little drooly cough that we chalked up to teething blossomed into a full-fledged if-I-were-a-cat-I’d-cough-up-a-hairball cough.
Trying to entertain a ten-month old with a cold is kinda like orchestrating a peace […]

so…it’s Wednesday, and I’m on the train. Yesterday was Tuesday, and I was home, and still in bed at this time.
No, this isn’t just the introduction to the opposites. The consulting company I work for is having a holiday lunch, so Erika and I switched days.
It may seem like a small change but it is […]

so…there is always a lot of talk about fulfilling one’s potential. Well, there are times when you don’t want to encourage that:
this morning Sammy grabbed a coffee mug off of the coffee table and threw it on the floor.
he’s gotten to be extremely fast! And knowing this, I have to do things differently, like using […]

so…I slept on the couch last night. No, I wasn’t in the dog house. I just love my wife. And, no, I don’t snore. Really. (pay no attention to what my wife might say on the subject)
Sammy has been having a bitch of a time sleeping for the last few weeks. It’s advanced from the […]

so…yesterday I was giving Sammy a bath. His baths would put high-end spa treatments to shame: the bubbles are high and thick.
I like to make his bubble baths with three types of bubbles, because let’s face it, not all bubbles are created the same! Some last longer than others, and how much does it suck […]