Megan is four and a half years old now. Time flies by so quickly and I can’t believe she’s grown so fast. She learns behaviors like a sponge and picks things up from wherever we may be. Sometimes we forget, but this constant learning is perpetual. And usually, ninety-nine percent of the time, these are normal. The other one percent, they are not so normal – but sometimes, they are just so fun.
Elizabeth and I have become quite the American Idol buffs. We’re big fans of the show. Actually, I think we’ve turned into reality show junkies, but that’s a different story all together. Anyhow, the new season just started and we’re pretty psyched.
Anyways. Weird thing. So Elizabeth wakes up and tells me she just had a dream where Simon Cowell was her boyfriend. (more…)
The year was 2005. Elizabeth somberly closed the door to our room being quiet for Megan had just started her nap. She didn’t look up at me as she passed by in the darkened hall keeping her head down as she proceeded down the staircase. The house was quiet – sadly so. We had retreated back to New York City after a failed business and a failed lifestyle shift in Houston. We were again living in my parents’ house, tucking our left over possessions away in an over-packed bedroom. It’s not that staying at my parents’ house had negative connotations, but in this context of utter defeat, it certainly was symbolic of such. Our dreams, our hopes, our goals, our moral as a family was being questioned. (more…)
Every year, usually a day or two prior to Valentine’s Day, I beat the mad rush and make my floral order at least one day in advance – like any good husband does, of course. The person on the phone usually isn’t rushed and usually takes their time and offers suggestions. I take a few moments, reflect, and imagine what the arrangement may look like sitting on top of a table. Is it too meek? Too overwhelming? You know.. like any good husband does. Well, after the visualization exercise, I plug in the good ‘ol credit card and away it goes.
This year is a little bit different… (more…)
So I don’t get it. I understand that in the beginning of reinventing this site, I’d run into a hiccup here and there, but sometimes things are just not motivating. So I decided to sign up to run some Google Ads. Not really the type where I’d litter every spare ounce of white space real estate with ads hoping that you’d click on something and make me a cent or two – although an extra cent or two can’t really hurt – it’s just not my style. But I figured why not? And maybe the site can just make enough money to pay for itself – hosting fees, etc..,
Well, these ads – there’re supposed to be somewhat intelligent these days. The logic is that they assume the content on the current page is somewhat interesting to the user, therefore, they’ll display some ads that may be relative to a handful of key words picked out from the page. Well, I’m all for that… almost. So, I integrate the ads and guess what? I start to see ads about depression and obsessive compulsive disorder. WTF?
My initial instinct is to write a little nasty gram to Google to inquire about the quality of the ads, then I start to wonder… (more…)
You’ve stumbled onto my online journal, “Outrageous Thoughts of Babble”. I started this journal back in 1997 thus pre-dating terms such as “blogging,” which makes me feel secretively proud (snicker). Its purpose has always remained the same — to record life’s events as they happen – for they do happen quickly and fleetingly. Enjoy! :)
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