taking my car to the moon

I did not know that 'I'm taking my car to the moon' meant that you were going to drive it 250,000 miles - the distance in miles to the moon. I would like to thank ben woolman for that info. I have heard others say that before, but I just thought they meant they were going to some hot make out with your chick spot or something - yes with their cars Jess.

So back to me and my car - where we belong. I am driving my car to the moon. 250k miles baby.

Let this post serve as the first in a series of delightful adventures.

GEO Prizm LSI 1993 1.6liter - yeah bet you wish you had that gas mileage now, and no car payments for over 10 years. Suck-a.
Rip on my car a few years ago, who's laughing now - me everytime I fill up and have 60 bucks more than you in pocket.

Out

can I ever get off tech?

I really want less technology in my life. I mean I'll do the computer thing at work. That I can tell myself I'll tolerate but after work, i'm hard pressed to even read email. A glaring statement for a technical dude.

The above tells why my personal website has not been updated for 9 months. I pay 15 bucks a month to have a website, you'd think I'd use it. Afterall, I have a new child, I've moved 5 times in 13 months, 3 continents and 3 countries, graduated school, got married... I mean this is a lot of stuff ...and I bought a house and have been to lots of concerts. But no the website and email go unanswered. Great scuba dives, great Canada stories but still no email or websites.

I'd rather be outside than inside any day of the week... Any weather.
I'd rather talk to people than type on a computer.
Rather walk than run.
Rather kayak than swim.
Rather dive than kayak.
Rather drink than go thirsty.

So tell me why then - am I writing this blog from an iPhone...

The Family Picture

Oliver was reaching about 8 months and the crab-apple tree in the backyard was about to bloom. Spring was upon us.

I returned home one day and found that Oliver had a new shirt. We've never had to buy him a new shirt before - he has nephews that have graciously donated clothes. So what's up I say?

It's family picture time. Sue wants one in front of the tree.

The weather's perfect and I begin re-arranging the deck, move the table over here, grab a 'woot' card-board box, adjust it, grab the digital camera, set the quality to its highest setting. Test a few shots with the delay-time feature - as that always takes a few 'test' to truly get it right.

Change clothes, sue has a blue theme going.

And off we go. 160 time delayed pictures. 160 x 10 second timer = 1,600 seconds / 60 seconds = 26 minutes of waiting for that little red light to flash.

In all each picture probably took a good 30 seconds, re-adjust Oliver, try a new position, get a new toy, distract him, reposition him.

As the law of nature has it, anytime Oliver looked great. Sue or I did not.

Sue found one picture she liked, but she wanted to call my brothers wife and see if she could snap some pics. the next day she arrives and rattled off a good sixty pics. And lo-behold we have our very first official family picture. Enjoy