My buddy, Mike, sent this along yesterday.

Have you ever been eating beef jerky and wished that it had some sort of energy kick to it? Happens to me ALL the time. Well friend, you are in luck. Now there is such a product:

Behold!!!!!!

Perky Jerky

No, this is not a joke. This is the real deal. Beef jerky with caffeine!

How much caffeine? Well:

Each 2 oz bag of Perky Jerky contains approximately 150 milligrams of caffeine, or about the amount in two energy drinks.

Son!

That’s it, I’m buying some today.

…to be engineers….

Mom: Will he lead a normal life?

Doctor: No. He’ll be an engineer…

An oldie, but a goodie.

Sometimes Mei worries me

Mei watching TV

I’m in a weird music mood today. Quite a mix I’ve got going for me.

UPDATE: Well, I’ve lost 12 pounds and my blood pressure is a very respectable 123/78, but I may be pregnant…I have an ultra sound scheduled for next Thursday.

*sigh*

What are we living in, the 14th century? Geesh.

Madi fell and fractured her elbow late Sunday. Today she got a cast/splint thing on her left arm. I will post her x-ray tonight. I know how much you guys love the details.

I was out exercising…yeah I know, hard to believe…and she came out so happy. Isn’t that how it always happens? I mean, one second the kid is laughing and joking and then it all goes horribly wrong. Anyway, like I said, I was out front exercising and she hopped on her scooter and was going very slow…I mean very slow…when she hit a tiny dent in the concrete, which stopped her wheels dead in their tracks, which caused her to fall. She fell straight down on her left elbow.

Poor thing. We go back in a week for them to look at it again.

Nathan was baptized Sunday! It was a very special day and I am so proud of him

left to right: Me, Nathan, Jon (my brother-in-law)

My In-laws and my Mom and Stepdad

UPDATE: Wow! One heck of a game! Tech won, but only just!

Heading to Atlanta to watch Georgia Tech beat up on Clemson. It’s going to be on ESPN so I guess I won’t do anything to draw to much attention to myself…

I saw this last week and chuckled a bit. On the TV show Wife Swap…yeah, I’ve never heard of it either and it turns out it’s not what you’re thinking…anyway, the new Mom/wife shows up at the house and begins to toss out all the junk food. The little boy can’t take it and when she tosses bacon in the trash, he exclaims “Bacon is good for me!”

Like I said, I chuckled a bit, but now I have to post on it because someone made a dance remix.

And I’ve gotta tell ya…

I
Love
Dance
Remixes

So here it is:

Via Geekologie

I heard a song today that I can actually say I had never heard before…that’s no small feat.

Jerry Reed – Amos Moses:

This is a very cool idea. If you have loved ones or know of people who died in the Vietnam War, this would be a wonderful tribute to them,

The organizers of the Vietnam Veterans Memorial and Federal Express are issuing a nationwide “call for photos” to help document the stories of those lost in the war.

The images will be compiled and displayed at an education center near the Vietnam Wall on the National Mall.

I got stuck behind a lady writing a check at Wal-mart. It wasn’t just that she was writing a check, that was bad enough in itself, but she apparently split the bill up three ways. So once her check writing was finally complete, she handed the lady 2 $20’s and then pulled out her debit/credit card. I know, I know, we’ve all been there, well sans the check, but come on!

It brought back a great post by good old Jeff at the now defunct The Shape of Days. I posted about it here. To bad his blog is not longer with us, because the part I quoted was just one of many funny parts.

My last rant about banks prompted my monkey brain to remember a very funny post by Jeff over at The Shape of Days regarding his experience trying to buy something at a computer store. The entire post is hilarious and closely mirrors every experience I have at your local big box computer store. You really need to go read it. (editors note: Jeff’s site is no longer up and running…lets observe a moment of silence for yet another fallen blog)

But the part that my brain remembered had to do with people who still insist on writing checks to purchase things at stores. Oh sure, I still send a few checks a month to pay bills, but I can’t remember the last time I wrote a check at a store.

Says Jeff:

With item finally in hand, you navigate the labyrinth of aisles and intersections to reach the front, where out of sixteen, count ’em, sixteen check-out registers, precisely one is in operation. And that one’s in use. By a little old lady who wants to buy a wireless router, though God knows why. And yes, you guessed it. She wants to pay with a check.

A word about checks for those of you in the audience who were born after man descended from the trees and developed a taste for day-old gazelle hindquarter on the barren grasslands of Mother Africa: A check used to be a piece of paper that was exchanged in lieu of money. We know this because we’ve found prehistoric checks in the fossil record, buried deep beneath the sedimentary rock that we make middle-school kids go look at as their teacher tries to wow them with the breathless pronouncement that once … this was all a sea. The last known use of a check, or cheque as it was known then, was in a transaction between prolific 18th-century New England religious leader Cotton Mather and his wainwright, a Boston resident named Surcease Weatherborough. Mather hired Weatherborough to repair a wagon wheel for him, paying him with a scrap of parchment endorsed by the Bank of the Old North Church promising the delivery of two bushels of barley and the virtue of any one of Mather’s six daughters except Charity who had been promised to a wealthy son of the Revere family nigh on three summers past, payable next Tuesday or such time as permitting. No actual checks have been used in the conduct of commerce since that time.

The point I’m trying to make here is that nobody uses checks. Okay? Nobody.

Charlie missed the call.

Somehow this always happened to him. It struck him as odd that most of the calls he missed, he never heard the phone ring. Even though it was right next to him.

“Maybe they called while I was on the phone”, he pondered, “No, because then it would have made that annoying little beep while I was on the other line and I don’t remember that.”

*Sigh*

“I guess I’ll have to check my messages.”

To most people, checking their messages was a routine sort of thing, something most of us do hundreds of times without much thought, but to Charlie, it was an incredible inconvenience, especially since he got his new phone.

First you had to dial into the mailbox program thing and since the phone had a touch screen, when prompted to enter the password, you were forced to hold the phone in the palm of your hand, as flat as possible. This was so the “intelligent” software of the phone would kick in and turn the screen on. Once the screen was on, you had to hit another button to have access to the dial pad. After tricking the phone into letting you dial in your password, other hurdles still existed. Inevitably he probably had forgotten to delete some old message and of course the phone wanted to start with the skipped message from 2 months ago by some government bureaucrat droning on and on about some project he knew would never happen. Sure there were ways to navigate around such technological issues, but that would require reading the manual and he couldn’t remember where he put it after he unpacked his phone.

It’s not so much that Charlie was a technophobe, it’s more that technology had a vendetta against him.

No, really, technology determined a long time ago to make an example out of Charlie for some, as yet unknown, reason. He would often speak of his long running battle with technology and his utter bewilderment as to why he had been chosen to carry the scarlet letter, marking him as technologically cursed.

Growing up, he never had cool high tech toys. He never owned a computer or a Nintendo. Their one TV was some ancient RCA, vacuum tube monster. When they got cable when he was 10 years old, at least it came with a cable box with digital numbers. That was a giant technological leap forward as far as he was concerned. Granted, the cable box did not have a remote control, but at least it was something digital. Since the good old “Radiation King” emitted so much heat, placing the cable box on top of it was an invitation to a house fire, so it was placed on the bottom shelf of the rickety circa 1970 TV stand. It was the perfect height for causing permanent damage to your spine if you planned on extended channel surfing activities. Charlie found the perfect solution, he could stand beside the TV and use his big toe to change the channels. In this way he could flip for hours, albeit while receiving a near lethal dose of radiation.

Maybe that was when technology swore a blood oath to destroy him.

Charlie checked his phone again. 4:30. Almost time to go home.

He shook his head.

“It’s too late to check my messages today. Knowing my luck, it will be someone who HAS to talk to me today. I’ve got too much to do at home”

That was a lie.

Sure the front yard needed to be mowed, but that could always wait another day. His big plans for the night revolved around ordering Chinese food and playing Call of Duty.

Thinking of Mongolian Chicken with vegetables closed the deal for him. He would worry about the message in the morning.

After all, tomorrow is another day…