Friday, September 28, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
We were a little surprised by it, but we were both glad she could come.
We picked her up and stopped at Target to pick up a gift. When we were leaving Target it was just starting to sprinkle. By the time we were entering Norco on the freeway (a mere exit away) I swear we were again in a monsoon. The birthday party was rather mellow, which was nice for a rainy Saturday afternoon. Emma had a good time, and after a few hours (when she was supposed to be back) she asked if she could stay longer, so she called home and asked if she could come home later, which she did. She did eventually have to get back though, and wasn't too happy when that time came.
(I have a cheap pair of camel colored boots that I got when I was in high school, but I need a dark brown pair, and now that it's getting cooler again, I need boots. I'd like a better black pair (again, I have a cheap pair), but at least the ones I have are the right color.)
I finally found the perfect boots a year ago, and of course they retail for like $400. I finally went down to the Charles David store at South Coast Plaza yesterday to try on boots to get the right size with them. They no longer carry the Cheerful, but I figured any boot from them would do. I wanted to make sure their sizes didn't run large or small. I picked out a similar looking boot and asked to try on a size 7. I put it on, and the foot fit so perfectly, and felt so comfortably that I was even more impressed with my perfect boot (I'm guessing that they make the foot of their boots similar, it's usually the outside that differs). Then I zip them up and... it will only zip up to just below my calf muscle.
Nooo. What if my perfect brown boots won't fit on my calves? Do I have to start my search all over again? But the salesman said that those were the regular Charles David boots, and the Charles by Charles David line ran with a thicker calf. So he pulled out a pair of those for me to try on. This time they zipped up almost all the way, and the salesman said that once the boots are purchased they can stretch the calf a couple inches and they should fit.
But of course, they don't carry the right boots there at the store. I found them online, and for a good price. Now I just had to get back to a computer and look them up again to find out if they were Charles David or Charles by Charles David.
I got to work and looked them up. Charles by Charles David. YES! Not only that, but they are a few inches shorter than the boots that I tried on, so there should be less stretching to do. So they are now ordered and I should have them soon.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
We picked Emma up and went over to Shakey's to pick up dinner. Thankfully we'd called the order in beforehand, because the line took forever. While we were standing in line, Emma was debating out loud whether she should be a writer or a marine biologist when she grows up. We told her she could be both.
The guy behind us was listening, and started saying something to Bobby about his 2 year old over holding the table with her mom. Then somehow he's stretching the arm of his shirt to show bobby the tattoo on his pec - not sure what it was, but the guy was totally tweaking. He was shaking, and couldn't hold still, and eventually had his feet on the counter and his arms on the bar behind him doing those reverse push up things. I looked over at him and noticed that the tattoo on his neck read "F*ck You" in cursive.
Um... who they heck tattoos that on their neck?! He was clearly on something very strong. Emma was just ignoring him (thankfully) and continuing her conversation with me. She glanced over at him one time, paused, and then turned back at me with this what-a-weirdo look on her face. I felt bad for his two-year-old.
We were also glad that we'd placed the order to go, because all we wanted to do was get out of there.
He eventually decided on that one. It has Windows Mobile, so you can open Word and Excel and PDF documents on it; it has Wi-Fi, a touch screen and a scroll wheel, and just about everything else, and is 3G. The iPhone only has two features over this phone - the visual voicemail, and the nature of the touchpad. But the iPhone lacks a number of more useful features that this phone does have.
Today he picked me up from work a little early so we could try to get the phone before picking Emma up, but both the shop in Norco and the shop in Mira Loma said they didn't have the phone in stock. When we walked into the second shop to ask, they guy answered with "Nah, no one carries them. They are too expensive to carry in store, so anywhere you go they'll have to order it." Hm... I'm guessing that's because this is Mira Loma. They'll have them in stock at the shop near South Coast, if they don't have it in Fullerton.
After we dropped Emma off at the end of the evening we headed to the AT&T store in Fullerton, and sure enough, they had the 8525. So we renewed the agreement on one of our lines so we could get the good price on the phone. Bobby then stayed up all night setting it up.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?
Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.
Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.
Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same,the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.
This gives two possibilities:
1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and the pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.
2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.
So which is it?
If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven, thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting "Oh my God."
Friday, September 14, 2007
On one hand, they were doing some serious re-construction of the office - moving cubicles, tearing down a wall, constructing new cubicles (they are supposed to be finishing tonight), and on the other hand, I'm trying to do my normal work, which I'm already behind on. The re-arranging leads to computer issues, which I'm supposed to try to fix, and then my boss is panicking slightly because I'm falling behind. Each day it seemed I wouldn't even be at my desk most of the day because I'd be running all over fixing problems, and then I'd sit down to 45 unread emails.
Then, this morning I get into work, and check my personal email to find the bad news. The White Stripes concert that I bought tickets for has been cancelled. My money is being refunded, but I was really looking forward to it. But what can you do?
After work today I went out to the new Yard House in Fashion Island with some of my co-workers to wish farewell to one of our interns - Chantel. We had a good time, and I wound up hanging out for three hours.
We don't normally do this for interns when they leave, but Chantel was a very good intern and in general a pleasure to have around. Those interns are few and far between, but I can probably still rememeber all of their names. I wish Chantel well in her future endeavors.
This morning when I went to wake him up before heading out the door, he couldn't be dragged out of bed. He said he was considering dropping his Friday class - he just has too much on his plate right now. Today he finally finished the design for the project he is currently working on. The other day he received a call from the general contractor for his last job - they want him to do a couple more jobs for the same client. They like working with him, and that's always nice to hear.
Right now he's at his buddy's house - his buddy got a drum set, so Bobby brought his guitar set up over and they are jamming. I think it will be good for him to take a break. Hopefully he'll get to relax some this weekend too.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
As soon as we got there, I needed three things - to take a shower, brush my teeth, and take a nap. So I did them in that order. Half way into what became a two hour nap, I was awakened by the sound of a drill. My parents were hanging a screen door in the doorway of the nursery - which happened to be where I was napping. You see, my sister has two cats (in addition to two dogs), and the cats had taken to the nursery. They liked hanging out on the changing table, etc. You don't really want a bunch of cat hair and dander where your baby is, so they needed some way to keep the cats out of the nursery while still being able to hear the baby if she were crying.
My parents need projects to keep them busy. When Jessica & Nathan got married, that project was digging up boulders in the back yard. This time it was the screen door. I told Jessica that next time she needs to be prepared and have a project ready. That way they aren't just picking something.
Thankfully Dad didn't want to interrupt my nap, so he only did two of the screws until I finished my nap. We all played with the baby that afternoon, and Nathan's parents joined us all for dinner. It was fairly relaxing. Then yesterday Mom & Dad worked a little more on the screen door, and Jessica made us all breakfast. In the afternoon we headed out.
We made it home around 3:30 this morning, but I'd already told work that I wouldn't be in, so I tried to rest and did some normal weekend chores.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Jessica had bought some brand new 400 thread count sheets and was excited to climb into bed. But as soon as she and Nathan went to bed (they go to bed when he gets home from work well past midnight), her water broke on her brand new sheets.
Her labor was progressing really slowly, and they'd given her some medication to help speed it up. That still wasn't doing the trick, so they gave her an epidural at around 9:30 (her time) so she could get some rest. Almost immediately after she had the epidural, she began dialating rapidly, and Alora was born in the next few hours.
I'm really glad she was in the hospital. She and the baby are healthy and they expect the doctor to send them home today.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Bobby went to drop that off while my parents and I crushed the grapes for wine, and my mom finished dinner. My brother Aaron & his wife Patrica (with Jonah in tow), my aunt Lisa & her boyfriend Nigel, and my mom's friend Nicole & her husband Steve also came by for dinner. It was a nice time - we all sat around drinking different wines and eating a fabulous meal - the same amazing tri-tip my mom made last time, but this time with ratatouille, and a spinach and egg salad with hot bacon dressing. Mmm, so good. Each time the phone rang my mom ran to it (like my siblings and I did back in high school) " Oh, did she have the baby yet?" At around 5ish (our time) Jessica was at 3cm. At 8:30, 3.5cm. They were going to give her an epidural just so she could get some sleep. (My guess is she'd not only been in labor all day, she'd stayed up late the night before, since she is now on her husbands late schedule. Mom and I flirted with the idea of just going out to Cedaredge to be with Jessica, but then we checked prices on flights. It's expensive to fly to the middle of nowhere. I'm really glad she's doing this in the hospital...
We just got home, and I asked Bobby if he wanted to go to bed or watch a movie. I didn't state a preference, because I was leaning towards just going to bed, but that preference was making me feel old. Honestly, it was 10:30. Who goes to bed at 10:30 on a Saturday night of a holiday weekend? Bobby responded with, "I want to say watch a movie, because I feel lame going to bed this early, but that's what I would rather do." I feel the same way, love.
It makes me a little sad that she is so far away. I don't particularly care about babies until I spend time with them - before they are born I don't care about them, just their moms; and after they are born, it seems I have to hold them and play with them before they mean something to me. I love that I see Bobby's neice and nephew so often, I wish that I could see Jessica's as often, but the 16 hour drive each way makes it a little difficult. She better take lots of pictures for me.