tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97383932011-04-21T22:47:35.574-04:00Musings of an East Coast MormonEddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.comBlogger1051100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-89747860908871217272008-04-29T21:34:00.003-04:002008-04-29T21:39:31.385-04:00

Ahh, I remember feeling like the kids in this article. After all, I still read the BYU Police Beat simply for the entertainment.I never resorted to doo-rags, but I did have quite a bit of fun in college. And yes, dear reader, on one occasion my roommate and I achieved our goal. We were mentioned in the campus newspaper's police blotter.All I can say to these young kids is: you must think

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Today I have been playing with a Cisco VoIP phone, identical to the one you see on Michael Scott's desk in NBC's "The Office". Or, similar to the one that Chloe O'Brian uses on Fox's "24". I understand that "House" also uses Cisco, but since I don't watch that show I can't speak authoritatively.Anyway, I have been testing the phone and trying different call features. Did you know what happens

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(sent today via email, probably into a big email trash can, but at least I feel better)Dear "Paul Harvey News and Comment" c/o ABC Radio,I enjoy listening to Paul Harvey weekday mornings as I drive to work. Today, however, I took exception to the way your substitute news reporter described the polygamist cult in Texas. The Yearning for Zion group is NOT a "renegade offshoot of the Mormon Church

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Dear Dell,When I bought my laptop last year, I bought the extended service warranty that covers just about anything that happens to my laptop, short of being stolen or lost. I even quizzed the gal on the phone with odd situations that could conceivably occur to my laptop: Dropped in the deep end of a pool? Covered. Run over by a hijacked garbage truck? Covered.Drenched with an entire bottle

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I've had a long-standing policy that after using someone else's computer, I wash my hands with soap and water. I assume that this is less offensive than, say, snapping on a pair of surgical gloves prior to sitting down at my co-worker's desk. The thing is, I realize that people sit at their desk all day long, eating, sneezing, coughing, and doing who knows what else. The direct recipient of

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I've grown tired of you.You have become like the house guest who never leaves. Or the leaf that gets stuck on my windshield wiper, no matter how fast I gun it.Yes, you demand that I write a paper to turn in tonight. However, I am now adopting "just in time" production.

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This morning as I was pulling into the parking garage at work, I was rapid-firing through my station presets before I lost signal coverage. I'm pretty fast when I go through the stations. Anne is convinced I can't possibly know what song is playing by listening to half a second of it. I can tell. This morning, just prior to entering Static City, I stopped on a song I hadn't heard in

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WANTED: Someone to come to my office and discuss appropriate in-office dining options with my coworkers.For example, if someone could politely explain to my coworker that cracking open a can of tuna fish at 8:30 in the morning, dumping the fish juice down the drain of the sink, and leaving the empty can in the trash can ALL DAY is not acceptable, I would be most appreciative.Yesterday it was

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Life was going just as planned. Yep, life was coming in for a smooth landing on a nice sunny day. Then, today, an unexpected crosswind blew the plane off its approach onto the grassy median. Sure, no one was injured. The landing gear collapsed, a couple of people got some bruises and suffered from smoke inhalation and will probably file suit, but everyone survived. The airplane has seen

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Oh, this post "rang" so true with me. You see, I was once a mischievous youth. I know, I know--You can't picture it, this completely shocks you! But alas, it is true. My neighbor friend and I would spend hours dialing up unsuspecting people and subjecting them to our vocal talents.Ahh, those were the good old days. We never did anything malicious or mean spirited (at least in our opinion).

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Create your own visited states mapFirst of all, HT to the Probative Blog for pointing me to the map creator.Here are the states that I have been to, at least those I remember. It's possible I have been to North Dakota, but it was a wild weekend so I can't tell for sure (age 4). I have photographic evidence of me standing in front of Mount Rushmore in South Dakota.In college, my roommate and I

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Today was hot. When I got into my car after work, the in-dash thermometer read 102 degrees. It cooled off to a balmy 98 after I pulled out of the parking garage.This morning as I was getting ready for work, Anne mentioned that she was taking the kids to the new Air and Space Museum, which has an official name that no one can ever remember. We took the kids there back in January or February

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It's Saturday night. Two newly arrived DVDs from Netflix are sitting on the top of our entertainment center.I sit down on the floor. Anne stretches out next to me.I turn on my laptop, pull out my scriptures and some notes.Anne reads through her scriptures, taking notes and looking at a manual.The TV and DVD player are off, the room is quiet.I'm preparing my lesson for Elders Quorum, she's

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A friend from church is going through the security clearance process. If you have ever lived in the DC area, you have undoubtedly been witness to this procedure. An investigator will come to your home and ask you lots of questions about the "candidate" to help determine his/her loyalty and trustworthiness.One of the questions was, "What does he do in his free time?"I couldn't help it, but a wry

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Where does a month go?These are a few weeks old, but I thought I'd post some of the pictures from our recent trip to see the cherry blossoms in DC. We went on Tuesday, April 3. The blossoms were forecast to "peak" between Wednesday and Sunday. The weather forecast, however, prompted us to go one day early.It was 80 degrees, and the walkways around the Tidal Basin were packed. We still got some

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Recently, we were cleaning out some old files and records that "we" determined were no longer needed (you may deduce for yourself who "we" refers to). We came across a few gems. It was fun to reflect back on how simple our life was, but how fun it was at the same time.For example, we found the canceled check from our first tithing payment as a married couple. I don't know if this was for a

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If you've ever watched "24", you know who Jack Bauer is. He's the counter-terrorist agent that always saves the day and goes to great lengths to get the job done.One of Jack's trademarks is driving around at high speeds while talking on his cell phone. His cell phone can do anything: download pictures, interface with classified spy satellites, etc. They always process data faster than you can

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So the other day I read this article on how ordinary people are transforming themselves into millionaires.And, as many of you can relate to, money in a single-income family is something that you have to monitor closely. So I read a few of these stories. The one that left me laughing, however, was this one.The article gushes about how this couple saves 25% of their annual income. Impressive,

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Last night when I returned home from work, our 3-year old had some exciting news for me."Daddy! Daddy! Tonight is family home evening, and we're gonna watch... ummm... Mr. Incredible's Christmas!!"We did watch Mr. Krueger's Christmas. And it was an incredible FHE.

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It's still running fine, but some dashboard lights indicate that there's a problem somewhere in the bowels of the machine. My mechanic spent a couple of hours on it, and admited that he has no idea what's the matter. His exact words: "I don't know everything."I told him that I understand, that he is but a mere mortal.So, the car is weak and thready. Stay tuned.

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The phone call I'd been waiting for all day finally came. I answered the phone, and it was my mechanic."The car lives," he said.Earlier in the day, he had explained the mechanical problem that had occurred. He explained the damage that can be caused by this type of ... uhh.. thermal dynamic failure. They were, in order, (A) not so bad, (B) pretty bad, (C) so bad he wouldn't even discuss it.

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Where? I don't know.When? Couldn't tell you.Then why, Eddie, have you said you're moving? How can you know this?Well, I'll tell you: We just ordered two boxes of checks and a couple rolls of return address labels. Over the course of our marriage, purchasing checks has always seemed to prompt a move.We bought checks when we were first married, though we only stayed in our first apartment for

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When I was a kid, I had a clock that kept time by moving chrome ball bearings along various tracks. I've tried explaining it to people, but to no avail. I found it recently in a box in the garage. The plastic cover cracked years ago (it somehow fell off of my dresser), and many of the ball bearings were lost over the years.Basically, the thing worked by picking up a ball bearing every minute

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Website endorsement: StreetKeys.comAbout a year ago, we lost one of the keys to our van. In today's day and age, most new cars have ID chips embedded in the key as an added security measure. So, any old key won't start your car.Basically, the chip inside the key has to be programmed into your car's computer. That means that someone who makes a mechanical copy of your key can't start your car

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Apparently we have a tradition in our home. When Anne announced to our children that it was conference weekend, one of the kids said, "Yay! That means you're making cinnamon rolls!" I admit, I think the same thing every time conference time comes around. Conference was great. I missed the first session but have just loaded it onto my iPod so I can listen to the words of our inspired church

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Kids: Daddy, where are we going?Me: We're going to Lowe's.Kids: What's that?Me: You know, where you guys ring the door bells and run down the aisle with the lights that turn on automatically?Kids: Home Depot?Me: Well, this is like Home Depot. (we pull into the parking lot)Kids: Ohhhh, daddy, you meant the Blue Home Depot.

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Recently, my kids informed me of the following:Kids: Daddy, you're not as tall as Grandpa. He's taller than you.Me: Yes, he is.Kids: He's older, too. Me: Yep.Kids: He's stronger than you, too.Me: Yeah, I'll agree with that.Kids: And he's smarter than you. I bet he knows how fast hyenas can run.Me, with evil grin: Why don't you ask him tomorrow when he comes for dinner?Of course, I couldn't let

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School is back, for both the kids and their dad. Tonight I was at class, and the evening's discussion focused on two industries.During the first hour of class we discussed coffee retailers. I had very little to contribute to this conversation. I mean, other than buying an overpriced hot chocolate from Starbucks a couple of years ago, I'm in the dark with this stuff.The second hour we talked

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Eye exams have changed since I last had one.About four months ago, my glasses broke. My three year old son may have been involved in that process, but I won't publicly implicate him here.It was tricky at first, but I got used to living without them. I got used to not recognizing people until it was too late to think of their name, so I began saying "Hey", instead of "Hey Bob". It's hard to see

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I know, I shouldn't find pleasure in the misfortune of others.But this story has had me laughing for the last 10 minutes. On a workday like today, I needed it.Maybe they need to rethink their security system?

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So I returned from vacation last night to find that our lawn had been mowed for us while we were gone. Keep in mind it hasn't exactly been a great lawn growing season this month: hot, with little rain.My neighbor was overseas this Spring on military assignment and while he was gone I and another neighbor took care of the lawn for his family. I suppose he wanted to return the favor. Which he

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Q.: What do you get when you mix loosely packed soil, a torrential downpour, and a heavy cement truck?A.: A very big mess.He was pouring concrete just to the left of the truck. That area was promptly covered with water. My coworker asked if I think they're going to re-pour the now flooded fresh concrete. Methinks not.He's been sitting there for two hours, wheels sinking, barrel churning,

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Tuesday I made it home early from work. Shortly after I arrived at home a mild, afternoon thunderstorm rumbled into town.We went out onto our covered front porch to watch the rain fall. The sun was shining from somewhere, so I told the kids to look for a rainbow. The thunder wasn't too loud, so it was quite nice to be outside.Off in the distance we saw a pitchfork-shaped bolt of lightning stab

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Anne and I have been determined to eliminate our debt and increase our savings. Last month, we decided to pay off the remaining balance on a car loan we had. Some people thought we were crazy, since the interest rate was pretty low. They suggested we invest the money instead where it could earn a higher rate of return than the interest rate on the car, yadda yadda yadda.The fact of the matter

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... and the number to his tailor, I'd be set. You scored as James Bond, Agent 007. James Bond is MI6's best agent, a suave, sophisticated super spy with charm, cunning, and a license's to kill. He doesn't care about rules or regulations and somewhat amoral. He does care about saving humanity though, as well as the beautiful women who fill his world. Bond has expensive tastes, a wide knowledge of

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I don't know about you guys, but I've been watching the Fed raise short-term interest rates, and have been waiting for the interest rate paid by my bank to creep up. After all, it crept down every time the Fed dropped rates.But nothing has changed. 0.5%. .5%? That means that due to inflation, the money in our savings account is worth less than it was a year ago. Granted, it's not a ton of

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Some time ago, Anne and I were going to meet Mr. and Mrs. Incrivel for a movie.It was dark out. It was freezing cold, with a bit of frost on the roadway. We pulled out of our neighborhood onto the highway. I caught a glimpse of something on the road in front of us.We had just pulled through Mach 1 and were approaching Mach 1.5. Whatever it was, it was big. Bigger than the usual stuff you see

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This memory came to mind this morning on my way to work. No particular reason, just popped into my thoughts.A year or so before I joined the church, my brother moved to Utah. My brother looks nothing like me, which I suppose works to his advantage. I will say that he's not really a "churchy" kind of person. He's more your mountain man stock. Not that mountain men can't be churchy, but you

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... but can't, since my companion always reminds me. I read this rather humorous post over on Blogger of Jared. Eric wants to know what we did on our missions that would qualify as the "dumbest thing you did".My memory may have blocked a number of such things. Others I may be intentionally forgetting so I can't be officially indicted. ;) It seems there was always something that someone had

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Today I have waxed nostalgic. I've been thinking of years past, and I remembered something that happened when I was in 7th or 8th grade. Catholics have a devotion called the "Stations of the Cross". If you've ever been in a Catholic sanctuary, you will usually see the "Stations of the Cross" hanging on the walls, spread throughout the room. There are... getting rusty here... 14 or 15 stations

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Please, make my degree even more valuable! Err, I mean.. good luck!Miracle Max: Have fun stormin' da Gators, boys!Valerie: Think it'll work?Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.

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After my last post, some BYU fans tracked me down and beat the pulp out of me. I've just been released from the hospital.Okay, so maybe that didn't happen. But it would sure make for good blogging, wouldn't it?Truth be told, I suffered from blog atrophy. I got busy in other endeavors, and slowly but surely the blog slipped further and further from the list of "to do" to the list of "would like

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... the Church is still true.

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Let's say you're a student. Let's say you have a full-time job, a growing family, a demanding church calling, and yeah, homework.So let's say further that one of your professors assigns a take-home midterm. You have one week to complete it. During this week, however, all heck breaks loose at work. As a result, your time at home is consumed with taking care of the family. You also forgot that

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I really don't watch much television. Between work, school, family, church and the ever elusive pursuit of happiness, there's just not much time. Plus, there's really nothing good on anyway.So last Spring my wife and I happened to turn on the TV, and she convinced me to turn off the talking head news channels I usually like the watch. We flipped over to ABC, and happened to catch the first

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1128624998841161372005-10-06T14:34:00.000-04:002005-10-06T14:56:38.856-04:00

It's only been five years since I finished my undergrad. But in five years technology has taken a foothold on campus.When I first began my undergraduate career, oh so many moons ago, I had to register in person. I got my class schedule in the mail, and then worked out my ideal schedule. Nothing too early, nothing too late, nothing on Friday, etc. I had the perfect blend of classes and schedule

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1127531407577912962005-09-23T23:02:00.000-04:002005-09-23T23:10:07.590-04:00

I'm not sure exactly why, but some things seem to sail right past me and I never pick up on them. You know, like my wife dropping hints about what I could get her for her birthday.Then there's some trendy stuff that seems to slip by me. For example, I've seen a dozen people in the last three weeks wearing these yellow, rubberized wristbands. I couldn't quite figure it out... what, exactly, are

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1127330747077162362005-09-21T15:25:00.000-04:002005-09-21T15:26:59.250-04:00

Two posts in one day. Now I can rest for two months... Just kidding.Last Sunday I went back to Primary. I've now been to Primary twice in my entire life. You may have read about my first experience in Primary.The second visit was much less traumatic. I had no need to pry children off my leg, and the stake president didn't catch me locking my kids in the member cleaning closet. So, things

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1127329256819127162005-09-21T14:58:00.000-04:002005-09-21T15:01:03.726-04:00

So you know it's been a long time since you posted on your blog when you can't remember your login name. Anyway, I've decided that I don't much care for GMail. All the hype, all the buzz when it first came out. Getting that elusive "invite" to get your own account, etc., etc. But I just don't care for the interface. I'm sure if I gave it time I'd come to know and love it, and I'd shun the "

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1124214676398522842005-08-16T13:37:00.000-04:002005-08-16T13:51:16.420-04:00

When I was a kid, my grandfather had a boat. Not a big car, mind you (okay, he had one of those, too) but a motor boat. When my sibs were younger, they used to water ski and fish. By the time I was old enough to go on these outings, we mainly just went fishing.Then he got older, the boating got more expensive, and he sold the boat. Once or twice we went fishing off of a dock, but it wasn't

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1123167580366818072005-08-04T10:56:00.000-04:002005-08-04T10:59:40.373-04:00

Literally.Monday when I came to work after being on vacation, I passed a sign as I approached my office. It said:"Expect Delays July 2005 - Fall 2007"Two years of delay expectations? A bad sign indeed.To their credit, they have ripped out the road in front of the office, which resulted in some "electrical supply continuity issues", not to mention continuing, fun traffic "delays".Well, on the

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1123112444180916322005-08-03T19:32:00.000-04:002005-08-03T19:40:44.186-04:00

Perhaps you can help settle a differing point of view that Incrivel and I have come across.Allow me to propose the following hypothetical situation.You find yourself sitting, waiting for a Church meeting to begin, and perhaps you are seated next to a friend, such as Incrivel.Hypothetically, you and Incrivel are reverently sitting there, minding your own business, quietly pondering and reflecting.

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Where I've BeenVacationing. I took most of last week off as we had company in town.Working. This week, that is. Working like a mad dog, not that I've ever seen a mad dog work, but you get the point.This is my busiest time of year (gotta love the timing of summer, *sigh*). Did I mention I've been working?Where I'll BeNext week: On vacation.I know. You say, "Uhh, Eddie, let me get this

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1120658182461011652005-07-06T09:43:00.000-04:002005-07-06T09:56:22.493-04:00

An interesting topic this week over on VSoM. Having been raised Catholic, I can tell you that music wasn't a big part of my life. I mean, sure, I'd sing at church on Sunday, but never really loud. Then you have my dad, who liked to go to the 7:30 AM mass because they didn't have music. Yes, for that very reason he liked the early mass. Why? Because it let out, on average, 7 minutes earlier

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1120404879638486042005-07-03T11:32:00.000-04:002005-07-03T11:34:39.650-04:00

Tell me... "Lightning bugs" or "Fire flies"?When I grew up, we called them "lightning bugs"...

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My four and a half hour "nap" was, well, short.I woke up at 4:20 AM, and the first thing I did was call the airline to see what happened to our original flight. The agent told me the flight had been cancelled. I said something to the effect of, you know, that's great, that's really good news, etc. She replied, "That's not the usual reponse I get from that type of news..." I explained she

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1120101909237622772005-06-29T23:24:00.000-04:002005-06-29T23:33:20.560-04:00

So I've been in Boston this week on business. Anne flew up with my on Saturday, we spent the day seeing a few sites (with many thanks to Kelly for the tips). Anne flew home Sunday morning.Now when I made my travel plans a month or two ago, I had the brilliant idea that my coworkers and I should fly home on Wednesday night. Typically after one of our trips, we're flying back from the Pacific

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1119387393891102562005-06-21T16:33:00.000-04:002005-06-21T16:57:49.256-04:00

I read Ned's post from his mission journal, and linked from there over to T&S where Rosalynde shared an excerpt from her mission journal.My thought: "Uhmmm... Where is my mission journal, anyway?"Truth be told, it's not that verbose. I know, I know, hard to believe, right? Mr. Yaks-A-Lot could fill a tome without breaking a sweat. I went through stages when I would write more things than at

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1119043259363350982005-06-17T17:20:00.000-04:002005-06-17T17:25:01.840-04:00

I haven't written much lately, so I figured I'd go through my photo archives and put a picture up. You know, a picture is worth a thousand words, they say.So I came across some pictures from last year's family reunion in Utah. It was a doozy, over a hundred people I've never seen before, many I will most likely never see again, but it was certainly fun. While there I snapped a picture of my

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1119039829951236592005-06-17T16:08:00.000-04:002005-06-17T16:23:49.956-04:00

So today I booked a ticked to Long Beach on jetBlue. Long Beach is a fun airport to fly in and out of, last year as I was curb checking my luggage Jimmy Buffet was blaring from the PA system.One thing made me laugh on the jetBlue site. On the final step where you enter your credit card and promise to sign away your life in order to get on an airplane, you click a button to charge your credit

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1118422901035049042005-06-10T12:35:00.000-04:002005-06-10T13:02:02.610-04:00

You know it's summer time when I walk outside, go nowhere near any living plant, and end up getting poison ivy.That vile, nasty weed!This is undoubtedly the best case I've ever had. Basically the size of a mosquito bite.Oh, the horror stories I could tell. Last year our then-one-year old crawled near some suspicious looking plants at a ward picnic. I promptly picked him up, and my arm broke

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1118259138250868462005-06-08T15:05:00.000-04:002005-06-08T15:32:20.136-04:00

Reading about Sariah's husband's cross-country adventure reminded me of a similar trip I took about 4 years ago.We were moving from Utah back to the east coast, and logistically it made sense for me to drive out, and then for Anne to fly out a few days later. So I left in our car, the back seat providing a temporary resting place for our numerous household plants. A week or so before I had

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1118080271831553872005-06-06T13:39:00.000-04:002005-06-06T13:51:11.850-04:00

Summer has officially arrived here. "But Eddie," you might say, "Summer doesn't officially begin for another 2 weeks."Here in the mid-Atlantic we don't go by the calendar, we go by the hygrometer. In other words, the humidity! We've had weeks of cooler-than-normal temperatures, and the humidity has been notably low.That all changed yesterday, when temps lurched over 90 degrees and the humidity

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1116253757300693902005-05-16T10:06:00.000-04:002005-05-16T10:29:17.320-04:00

Back from a nice three day weekend that went by faster than my drive to work today. Three days with no phones ringing, email or coworkers with crises that need immediate resolution.But lest you say, "A three day weekend? How nice!", read on. Unfortunately much of Friday was spent having new tires put on my aging vehicle. As Incrivel said to me at church yesterday, "How many million miles do

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1115756951067202462005-05-10T16:10:00.000-04:002005-05-26T16:48:37.086-04:00

It seems we need a refresher course. I've been reading different posts on various LDS blogs lately, and one thought continually comes to mind:In 1820, a young man knelt down in a grove of trees to pray. One of two things happened:1) God the Father, and Jesus Christ, our Savior, appeared to him, and gave him specific counsel and thus opened the dispensation of the fullness of times, as Joseph

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1115237362548180852005-05-04T15:58:00.000-04:002005-05-04T16:09:22.686-04:00

I saw this list, "You know you're from Virginia when..." over at blogthings.com. Now, I have to admit, at first I was very skeptical.You see, "Northern Virginia" and Virginia are like two separate states. Those of us in Northern Virginia really live here because of DC, whereas those in the rest of the state live there because we're up here making lots of money and paying taxes so those people

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1114804560167539472005-05-04T12:17:00.000-04:002005-05-04T12:21:06.280-04:00

So I had to ruin a surprise for Anne recently.Next month I have a quick trip to Boston for a few days, and I had planned on getting Anne a ticket so she could join me for the first day and jet home the next morning. I planned to spring this on her a day or so before I left.The problem, however, is that Anne is too organized and already had something planned that weekend. And it's church related,

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1114788652373816872005-04-29T11:01:00.000-04:002005-04-29T11:35:01.610-04:00

Update on the TV: Moved successfully. I did, however, need to take two different saws to our brand new entertainment center to make the set fit. All is well now. And no one injured themselves during the lugging/heaving of the set.So a house in my neighborhood just sold for an atrocious amount of money. I thought the prices people were getting a year ago constituted highway robbery, and now this.

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1114131163359798462005-04-21T20:52:00.000-04:002005-04-21T20:52:43.360-04:00

Finally, my suspicions have been verified. I've noticed a certain visitor on my sitemeter logs, and when I realized where the hits were coming from, knew (more or less) that a friend of mine was reading the blog. But I figured I'd wait and see if he'd say anything.To his credit, for a long time he didn't. I'm not sure what he was waiting for, and I'm not really sure what I was waiting for. I

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1114085759385000422005-04-21T08:15:00.000-04:002005-04-21T08:15:59.386-04:00

File that under: "Things I never would have imagined saying, before I had kids."

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1114028311892173302005-04-20T16:07:00.000-04:002005-04-20T16:18:31.893-04:00

Last summer my brother-in-law told me that if his wife (my sister) would approve of his desire to purchase an LCD/plasma/flat screen television, he would give me their existing TV. The existing TV was a 36" Toshiba. Not bad, given that we have a 19" set we bought shortly after we were married.We really don't watch much television. There are a few shows we like, but even fewer that we "must see".

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1113944776094617192005-04-19T16:57:00.000-04:002005-04-19T17:06:16.096-04:00

I was going to write about a couple of things today. Like the drunk (or really incoherent, maybe he's not a morning person) redneck who stormed up to my car window this morning, cursing at me because apparently I didn't understand that he was using mental telepathy to signal his lane change, instead of employing the more common visible-to-the-naked-eye, incadescent lamp variety of turn signal.I

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1113492368281006062005-04-14T11:06:00.000-04:002005-04-14T11:30:16.156-04:00

Back in the day, my computing power was limited to 64kB of RAM on my Commodore 64. Ahhh, the good old days. Later on I upgraded to a C-128. 128 kB of RAM! Why, I could NEVER use all that memory! (I remember saying the same thing when I bought a 2400 baud modem a few years later... how fast!)My "video games" were mostly limited to text. Well, the good ones, anyway. Sure, I had some games that

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I told Anne, before leaving for a meeting last week, that I'd be back in about 45 minutes. When I returned two hours later she wasn't surprised, as she had seen the agenda and knew there was no way that meeting would be under 1.5 hours. Smart woman, she knows me and how I get talking. I had talked with a friend from church a few months ago about running. I like to run, but am only diligent

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1113011116832006982005-04-08T21:21:00.000-04:002005-04-08T21:45:16.836-04:00

Apologies for the sporadic posting. Life happens.So Anne is out of town this weekend. She's in Utah visiting her family. I took off work Thursday and Friday to spend with the kids in her absence.Thursday was absolutely beautiful out. Wednesday was in the mid-80's, but Thursday was more in the mid-70's. The cherry blossoms are out in DC, so I packed a lunch, loaded everyone into the car and

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1112388594316372592005-04-01T15:49:00.000-05:002005-04-01T15:49:54.320-05:00

Wow, the folks at Google have been busy. Maybe this is why the Blogger service has been acting so screwy lately.

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I have rarely completed one of these online surveys, but this one amused me. Especially the result, which is why I'm sharing it ;). Look! I'm Indiana Jones!! What Classic Movie Are You?personality tests by similarminds.com

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This year we have church from 1-4pm. That gets you weird reactions from non-member friends/family. As if spending three hours in church every Sunday isn't enough to get you labeled "Ned Flanders," the fact that you spend three hours in the afternoon certainly does the trick.My parents and my sister's family were coming over for dinner. We wanted to eat a relatively early dinner, so we planned

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1112037506023204352005-03-28T13:55:00.000-05:002005-03-28T14:18:26.086-05:00

I work for a bunch of engineers. I've learned some bad habits from these people.For example, I give them a deadline of, say, March 31. I hear back from 1% on March 1. I'll hear back from another 2% on March 15. The majority, however, will get in touch with me on March 31st at 4pm. Half of those will be asking for an extension, because surely I wasn't serious when I said March 31st?But really

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1111787093213169542005-03-28T10:02:00.000-05:002005-03-28T10:08:24.526-05:00

... she's hilarious, among other lovable traits. (and lest I forget to mention, I have two sisters who are equally as lovable... they are both older than me, but I'm taller than both of them, so I can sometimes get away with calling them my "little sisters," even though they could probably still beat me up if they wanted to)But this story, I think, helps illustrate just what she's like. She is

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1111615173084655672005-03-23T16:49:00.000-05:002005-03-23T16:59:33.086-05:00

That button is like a crutch! I now have three consecutive posts that have been "Saved as Draft". It's kind of like back in the day when I'd call a girl up to ask her out: dial six numbers, and then hang up! Save as draft.Or when the receptionist tells me someone is on the line for me, and I say, "Nah, put him on my voice mail!" Save as draft.Or when I go to buy something online, and get all

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1111423554212220042005-03-21T11:13:00.000-05:002005-03-21T12:04:48.520-05:00

After reading this post on Lizzy's blog, which I read after this post on Kelly's blog, I had the following thoughts...About a year and a half ago, the phone rang one day. I looked at the caller ID (a must-have, in my opinion, for all church members) and saw a name I recognized but couldn't quite place. Oh, hello, stake executive secretary.Would my wife and I be available to meet with the stake

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1111167258443443482005-03-18T12:21:00.000-05:002005-03-18T12:34:18.446-05:00

So last night I had a stake meeting I could have gone to. I was told I didn't have to go, but I was "invited." Normally, I'd have gone, given the implication of "invited" in Priesthood terminology. I sent a couple of my lackeys to the meeting, so I'll get all the juicy details later.Instead, we went to my sister's for dinner. She was making corned beef and cabbage. Now, quite frankly, that

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1111077867183353772005-03-17T11:38:00.000-05:002005-03-17T11:44:27.186-05:00

We have some friends that have been wanting to come visit our area for a while now. They've actually expressed interest in moving out this way, given the good job market and what have you. As far as the housing market, well, it's good if (A) you already own a home in the area, or a mansion somewhere else, (B) you plan on knocking over a bank or two before you buy.So I was chatting recently with

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1110923320076425352005-03-15T16:33:00.000-05:002005-03-15T16:48:40.080-05:00

So I tried to post this a few days ago. But Blogger was having a brain freeze or something, and after 20 minutes I gave up. At one point, Blogger half-posted my blog, and it looked pretty funky. Kind of like, "This is your blog. (crack, sizzle) This is your blog on drugs."Anyway, you'll recall our discussion on moving. Well, a few weeks ago I was helping a couple move in. I was praising

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1110821107325150302005-03-14T11:51:00.000-05:002005-03-15T16:32:54.623-05:00

Friday night we went to see "The Work and the Glory" movie. I only ever read the first book in the series, and that was about 10 years ago. After marrying Anne there was little point in reading the rest since she told me what happened. Overall, not a bad flick. I find it hard to believe they're going to make 9 of these, though. Saturday Anne was gone for a good part of the day, up in

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1110577734623403472005-03-11T16:38:00.000-05:002005-03-11T16:50:13.783-05:00

When my wife has to give a lesson or talk at church, it consumes her. She'll think about it for days. She'll start outlining, gathering visual aides, writing notes, etc. She's very organized, and always does an outstanding job. Recently she was recently released as Gospel Doctrine teacher in order to fulfill another calling, and I had countless people come tell me they almost "opposed" the

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1110308170298843492005-03-08T13:49:00.000-05:002005-03-08T13:56:10.300-05:00

Someone once said you shouldn't talk about the weather on your blog. Or, as my favorite local weatherman once said, "Tomorrow's weather won't be anything to write home about. Then again, if you're writing home about the weather, you've got other problems."But allow me this once. Yesterday it was 70 degrees here. Sunny, mild. Just beautiful weather.Today, however, is another story. This is

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14766291943671129969noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9738393.post-1110293499400218162005-03-08T09:49:00.000-05:002005-03-08T09:51:39.400-05:00

Today I got an email from a friend titled, "Only in America". I think the picture speaks for itself!

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This morning over breakfast, one of my 3.5 year olds was chattering away at me. Then he posed a question, which at first I didn't quite understand.Son: "What do they do with daddy's when they die?"Me: "What do they do with them? Or where do the daddy's go?"Son: "What do they do with them?"Me: "Uhh, well, it all depends on..."Son: "Do they put them in a case, like mommies?"Me: Where on earth is

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The drive to work today was beautiful. It snowed all day yesterday, and kept snowing overnight. This morning there were some flurries, but the sun came out as I was leaving the house. The roads are all fine (don't ask me why they cancelled school for the 4th consecutive day). As I drove by our new chapel, I wished I had brought along my digital camera. The church sits facing the highway and

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As I was driving to work I listened (as I do each morning) to Paul Harvey. He's by far my favorite newscaster (86 years old and going strong, with 9 years left on his broadcast contract!). This morning he said something that caught my attention:For the record, disabled Americans in Utah seek and receive less [spendable?] money than those in other states. V.A. representatives so say. Thus

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I'm not a big seafood eater. Once in a while it's okay, but I certainly don't go out of my way to get it. Someone in my office, however, seems to love it. I'm the lucky guy with the office next to the kitchenette. That means that whenever someone heats up nasty smelling food, I'm treated to enjoy the lingering effects for some time (like the time a coworker burned popcorn in the microwave--

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My indestructible little cell phone has done it again.First, I dropped it one day getting out of my car, onto the concrete garage floor. The battery popped off, but otherwise it was fine.Another time I dropped it getting out of my car in the driveway, and it fell into the lawn. A light rain storm and frost and 24 hours in the elements, it was fine. Then one day, after finishing a home teaching

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For a while, I heard that regularly. In the town where I "grew up" (that's a relative term, ask my wife) there was a Catholic church. In fact, my family went to that church for many years, even after I jumped ship. About a year before my mission, my mom kept mentioning to me how the new priest reminded her of me ("Must be a handsome devil," I replied). She said he had my same manerisms, humor,

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I wrote, and you answered. And I listened.Let me explain something, I'm not a professional writer. I'm sure this comes as a big shock, what with my rambling thoughts, incoherent post organization, and run-on sentences. All to often, I get an idea in my mind, I try to write it out, and when I later read it, I realize that while it makes sense to ME, it's not as clear as I would have liked to

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(in no particular order) Flying out of DC hours before it gets pummeled with snow and ice: Then calling your friend from warmer climes and asking him to shovel your driveway in you're absence. And please, don't pile the snow in one place, it hurts the grass, okay? Well, gotta run--literally, on the beach. San Diego temple, one of my favorites: It was, as it usually is whenever I happen to

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Last Sunday was the first time I went to primary. Ever. Our oldest have turned 3, and with the new year brings Primary. We've been talking up Sunbeams for a couple of months, to no avail. Sunday brought crying, kicking, whining, and clingyness. So, I went to Primary with them, deluded, thinking I could be of help. I had a blast. I so want a Primary calling. Those Sunbeams are a crack up:

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In an earlier post, I mentioned that my holidays were relatively uneventful. I suppose that is true, for the holidays themselves. The "Eves," however, are another story. CHRISTMAS EVE We went over to my sister's house for dinner, as did my parents and my sister's in-laws (in-laws of my sister? you get the idea). We also brought a friend from our ward along (her husband had to work that night).

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One person in my life that I have always and will always admire is my sister. She's smart. She's bright. She's beautiful. She's got three college degrees, and is working on her fourth. Undergrad at UCLA. MBA from Pepperdine. Masters in Psychology from someplace else. Currently enrolled in another masters program of some sort. I can't keep track. She's got more degrees than a thermostat. I

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