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Feels like Caturday

Pete, Shawn and I stayed late last night to crank out the integrated ecomm stuff that has been demanded of us. While it was extremely frustrating from a I-think-they-will-yank-it-in-6-months point of view, it was actually fun to hack away and actually produce working results. Pete pointed out that we had more consecutive coding hours in the office than we had been able to pull off in months. This managing thing really sucks your day away. Plenty of the other guys stayed later than normal to help (or at least offered to do so), plus Shawn insisted on staying until we were all done. Made all the difference, having the team unified like that. Oh, and our California colleague was right in it with us, though three time zones away (and he had to do all his work in C++).

With all it’s frustrations (and late nights) I love my job.

Since it is supposed to rain today, I had Kelly pick up some compost. Don’t worry, they loaded it for her. But with the late night I was out seeding and composting ‘bout 10:30. Kinda makes you wonder what the neighbours thought. Oh, I did screw it up a bit. I went down stairs and grabbed a bag of grass seed to come up and over seed the spots I burned with fertilizer. Well it was dark and I didn’t notice it was fertilizer and was able to dump a few good handfuls on a couple of the already burned spots. So I proceeded, in the dark, to try and pick it back up. I ripped up the dead grass, scrapped the dirt—barehanded—to get as much as I could. Noticing there was still a decent amount in the healthy grass next to the dead spot, I got out the hose to wash it out and attempted to scoop it up with my hands. This mostly resulted in what one could call a muddy mess. I did get alot back up, I just hope it is enough to save what healthy grass.

Prioritize your projects

I went and saw Dr. Malani, who gave me antibiotics, and in about a day and a half I was feeling much better. Now I feel good enough that I’m guilty for not going to the gym. I really need to work out.

I’ve made good progress on the ceiling. Started the painting, and took down the hermetically sealed plastic dust barrier, which make our living room much more pleasant. I need a few more coats of paint and some blue touch up on the walls and we can move our furniture back to where it goes. I can’t wait.

Now we have to prioritize the next few projects.

1) Paint the stairwell
2) Carpet the stairs (dependant on #1)
3) Clear out the guest room to make it Leah’s new room
4) Purchase furniture, paint and other niceties for Leah’s new room (prereq: #3)
5) Patio
6) Repair lawn with compost and overseeding (stupid fertilizer/pesticide, I just wanted to get rid of the ants)

Between home projects, the fact that this month is chaos at work since we are about to go live with my big project and the work contest it is looking a little overwhelming. Why is it when we are overwhelmed we get less done, but have more to do? Not helpful.

In fun new, little miss has a new favorite song. The ABC’s. She will get all excited and ask for “more-more” even before we finish. She dosn’t know all her letters, infact she normally says “C-C-C” but throws in a few random letters, maybe a “B” maybe a “R.” She definitely knows “Z,” her favorite letter, which she screams as loud as she can. And once the song is down we throw our hands up in the air and yell “touchdown!”

I can’t wait till she goes to kindergarten and wants to know why everyone else says something as obvious as “now I know my ABC’s” at the end of the song. Those losers.

Oh, a co-worker was able to convince work that I need to go to the RailsConf at the end of the month, so I am psyched about that. I should check with Paulo to see if he is going again this year.

I heard a frog try to say beep-beep

It hasn’t been the best week. The pollen count has been crazy high, so my allergies have been going crazy. I think this lead to some sort of infection, one that thought it would be fun to make me unable to open my eyes in the morning. Not conjunctivitis, iv’e had that, that’d be worse, this is just a little insult over the cough and congestion that is normally associated with this season. To top it all off I seem to have lost my normal speaking voice, in its place I have this raspy thing that likes to crack and squeak a lot. Especially when I am trying to talk to my little miss. You can’t say “beep-beep” at all like this. Really can pull the fun out of playing.

[Wow, vim takes nearly 30 seconds to look up conjunctivitis with spell check]

So the house has been as problematic as my sinuses. Once we finally got fed up with the stair contractors and paid them to leave an unfinished job, the upstairs toilet decided it didn’t like to hold all that water in the tank and let it drip on the floor. The tile floor, in an amazing delegation effort decided that it too was not going to be burdened with the wet stuff, and passed it on down. The living room ceiling really tried to hold it up, but it was just poorly equipped for the job. So I got to spend last weekend ripping it down (I guess I punished it for not doing a job it was not designed to do, oh well), and replacing it. Drywall is just the sort of thing a severe allergy suffer loves. Monday the wife discovers that the power room toilet was constantly running, and quietly turned off the water and decided to spare me until I was in a better place. Apparently work is a better place, cause she told me on the phone while I was there. Luckily it was a pretty easy fix, and has yet figured out how to cause more damage. While it was an easy battle, it was a battle non-the-less. And I am tired and don’t want to play plumbing any more.

[I have been on the platform for about 20 min, and still no estimate when the next train will be here, sure it’s 1 in the afternoon, but I need me a train]

I think the other thing that’s really a bummer is the house prices in Burke. Of course I knew they dropped, but didn’t think they had gotten as low as they have. We were in the lucky 5% of Fairfax that the assessed value didn’t fall, but everything in the neighbourhood seems to be selling for less than that. Kinda takes the fun out of home projects if the value is drooping.

Work has come up with a bit of fun, we have decided to hold a programming contest, complete with an alluring prize. I felt pretty cool when everyone decided that I was the favorite to win and as such a number of people have asked to team up. I am pretty excited about how competitive people have gotten while remaining helpful. Everybody shares their ideas and the competitors will even offer advice on how to get those ideas to work. It really shows how cool the engineers are at the company.

We will see if everyone can continue to play nice together (this is a gentleman’s game, after all) and if the power-that-be are happy with the results—maybe we can do it again.

My biggest problem is deciding if I have enough time to get involved in the silliness.

On the train now, should be at work no later than 2, and boy could I use a nap.

Take that washing machine!

Our washing machine is fixed. Kelly proclaimed that I was the hero. I like that.

Now, the lulaby that I made up for Leah:

Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Daddy’s gonna buy you the Hokie Bird
And if the hokie bird don’t gobble
daddy’s gonna buy you a weeble wobble
And if that weeble wobble falls down
Daddy’s gonna buy you a pretty gown
And if that pretty gown don’t fit
Daddy’s gonna buy you a baseball mitt
And if that mitt don’t catch
Daddy’s gonna buy you a wodden match
And if that match won’t light
Daddy’s gonna buy you a bright red kite
And if that Kite won’t fly
Daddy’s gonna sing you a lulaby
And if that lulaby don’t rhyme
Then it must be baby girl’s bed time

Squishy brown with foam on top

It was a pretty long and involved weekend. This was due to two unrelated things. 1) Leah decided it would be entertaining to crawl properly and 2) The washing machine thought it would be fun to flood the basement.

First, the entertaining one. Leah can propel her self forward to places that she decides are interesting. This is coupled with her other main intrest, getting up higher. She will cawl over to a near by item, a peice of furniture or a bumbo, and attempt to either climb on top of it or use it to stand more upright. She has not perfected either the crawling or the climbing, so this means inattentive parents can result in bonked heads. Waling and nashing of tooth ensues.

As a result she is becomign more and more fun to play with. Giggling and happy shrieking all up and down the floor.

Second, the washing machine mishap. Or as I like to think of it, the soggy sudsy stinky carpet with all our clothes on it. While Kelly normally handles the clothes cleaning, I thought I would help Kelly out and run a few loads of laundry. Due to baby sized distractions we had accumulated quite the pile of laundry in the basement—I believe the cats had taken to calling it Mt. Truxion—so I gathered up a handful and ran a load. All good. Got the second one going and went about my business. Well during that second load the machine decided it would just keep the water flowing. Did all its normal stuff, but the water kept on coming. When we finally discovered this I freaked out (squishy brown carpet does that to me) and started twisting and pulling all the knobs on the thing. I even unplugged it. The water just kept coming. It was like a evil possessed demon machine. Nothing would stop it. Nothing could. Kelly walked around and shut off the water. The water stopped. But there we were water flowing under all the shelves, under my media rack, and most annoyingly into the carpet. We hauled what we could to safety. Wet-vac’d and mopped. Worked up a good foam on the carpet which brought flashbacks to the Tide insolent of a few years ago. I find it best not to dwell on the horrors of the past.

Eventually we got things under control, propped the carpet up on and ironing board and stacks of paint cans with a box fan running and sorted the clothes into hampers. We had to get up early so we could go to the ‘dorf in time to do our laundry before Neal’s graduation dinner thing.

In closing: Giant multi-national computer corporations will say things like “if we give you the UI spec today can you have it ready in a week?” Gah!