Today’s haiku for you is about my world travelin’ step kids.
Both kids traveling.
They are in the air right now.
Can’t help but worry.
Today’s haiku for you is about my world travelin’ step kids.
Both kids traveling.
They are in the air right now.
Can’t help but worry.
We all probably learn something new every day, right? That should be the goal, at least. I learned a couple of little things yesterday. Nothing important in the grand scheme of things, but new things none the less.
I learned that a US passport doesn’t include a street address. Who knew?
I learned a couple of small details about filling out travel requests at work.
I learned that our new work in the office policy (two days a week instead of just one) has lead to a lot of people choosing to come in on Wednesdays.
In the last week I learned for sure something I already suspected. Kitchen remodeling projects are stressful.
See? You really do learn new things every day!
Another health related haiku for you….
I’ve a paper cut.
Got it off a cardboard box.
Stings like a mutha.
I don’t have a real answer for this. There’s nothing specific that sets me off or anything like that. Nothing that I feel strongly enough about to label as “hate.” Maybe I can come up with some mild annoyances?
Okay… I’m really pissed off now. This post is over.
I just had my first bite of a hot dog since my gastric bypass surgery one year and 10 months ago.
It was goooood.

Today’s haiku for you is brought to you by my current health status……..
Am I real tired,
Or is my blood sugar low?
Can’t tell the difference.
I finished high school in June of 1989 and started college that September. I was a music major with an emphasis in sound recording technology. Basically, that was music crossed with electrical engineering. The core course work included two semesters of calculus and one of physics. Therein lied my problem.
Coming out of high school, my math skills were flat out awful. I was unprepared for college level classes which meant I was unable to pass calculus, and given that calculus is the foundation of a lot of physics, I was hosed there too. There was more to it than that. I was also just not in a place mentally where I could handle school anymore. I needed a break.
All of that lead to me dropping out of college. I couldn’t do it at that time. Academically or emotionally. That was my failure. College, the first time around.
I followed that experience with a job, and then a tech school and a certification in a field where I was unable to get a job, which was followed by a shitty job in a warehouse for garbage money. When I couldn’t take it any more I went back to school.
All of that is what lead to my eventual success. I majored in computer science. Another field that required a strong math background. I went into it knowing that I had to strengthen my basic skills. I told my first academic advisor that I was going to start at the lowest math course available. I had taken a placement test that said I could start a little further along. I said no and started at the bottom. I then studied my ass off at each level. By the time I was hitting my upper level computer science courses I had aced three semesters of calculus and two semesters of physics.
Success, babie. Take that, failure. Suck my awesome grades.
After graduation I got a job in the field. Not the best job. Not a development position. I figured I’d worm my way into a development position, but then never did. I stayed in client services and moved into management. I’m still there.
The tiles and the plumbing are done for today. Just touch up work left for tomorrow.



The plumber went out to get some dinner. He expects he has about two hours more work to do tonight. It’s 600pm. I think we’re going to be working until after 9:00pm again tonight.
Insert the sign of frustration here.
Stressing out like nuts over here, kids. Like nuts.
The plumber just walked in the door. Here’s hoping he can wrap it up in two hours. Fingers crossed.
Today’s haiku is a follow up to the previous post where I bitched about our kitchen not being finished yet.
I miss my kitchen.
I want to make us some lunch.
Remember dinners?
The tile guy is here. The plumber hasn’t shown up yet. It’s 12:20pm.