Well, I'm a little bit bored at work right now, and Matt's so good about posting, so I figured I'd put my two cents in. My main excitement is our Honeymoon!! I know, we've been married for just over three years, but I'm FINALLY getting my honeymoon.
When Matt and I were getting married, his dad was really sick. The doctors were very much certain that he had pancreatic cancer. He went in for surgery the Monday after our wedding. He was in surgery for about 7-8 hours and the procedure wasn't a cure for pancreatic cancer. It would extend his life, at most, seven years. Matt and I thought it best to stick around in case something happened. Also, we didn't really think we could afford it at the time (which is true).
We'd had plans to do fun things around the metroplex that we didn't normally do. Palace of Wax, Fort Worth Zoo, Rangers game, Dallas world aquarium. Things we would do if we were coming to Fort Worth to honeymoon.
We did go to the zoo, and then out to eat at chili's. .....
Well, with a long surgery, comes much monitoring and recovering. Cheryl (Matt's mom) was up at the hospital like every day. She really needed our help at this time. Sean and Mary needed someone responsible to be with them through all of this, not to mention, they needed help moving.
Matt's parents were separated for several months before our wedding. They were moving back together but wanted to wait until the wedding schedule calmed down. So all of their things were being moved back up the street from their rent house, but before much of that was done, we painted Mary's room.
Well, let's just say, it wasn't something that I minded... so much... just not really ideal for a honeymoon.
Matt's a sweetheart. Valentines day of '07 he tried so hard to make it all better. We celebrated Valentine's at home the weekend after. I left to go get my meal of choice (you guessed it- Spaghetti) while Matt finished his surprise for me. I came home to see something covered up sitting on the coffee table. That was the first thing that Matt unveiled. He removed a towel and I saw 2 goldfish (Cosmo & Wanda) swimming in a bowl.
"Cute!" I exclaimed.
Then he brought down an arrangement of our decorative candles with pictures of celebrities taped to them. This is where I was pretty sure he was crazy. Next I saw several stuffed animals displayed almost like a kid thinks. For example- A monkey hanging from the wall, a tiger behind a kiddy/doggy gate, and a penguin on a blue and white "icy" looking blanket. He then turned on a Wii (which he'd borrowed) and turned it to the baseball game. Last but not least, he brought down this poster that he'd colored. It was a picture of paint buckets and brushes with a big red "no smoking" time circle over it.
He then looked at me and it really was THE sweetest thing, he said, "I wanted to do everything with you that we didn't get to do on our honeymoon."
As much as I really appreciated all of it, and like I said, it's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me, I had for so long been excited about going to DisneyWorld on our honeymoon.
So in two weeks, that's where we'll be. I appreciate my sweet sweet husband for making ALL of my wishes come true. I'll be sure to post pictures. And for those of you who have been and know some cool little quirks that Matt may not, feel free to post so we can look for them!
Love you all!!!!
-Linds
Just another Saturday
I don't really have anything super fun to talk about today. But just so that I don't get out of the habit in updating I'll bring everyone up to speed.
Construction on the house began last week. It's not major or anything but it's a start. As much as I want to have my own space again, staying with my parents hasn't been too bad, and I'd kinda like them to build slowly so that we can save up more money. As it is we'll barely make the minimum downpayment. Our plan was to triple that. Oh well... it is what it is. On another note, our builder is not very considerate of other people's schedules. He called me at work yesterday and said that he needs to meet with us on Tue, Wed, or Thur (and I was thinking, well those days are all horrible for me, but maybe I can make it work somehow. Then he said, either 10am or 1pm. What kind of ghetto time frames are those? Either way you're looking at having to take almost a full half day off of work. Shouldn't a home builder assume that you're busy MAKING MONEY during those hours so that you can afford their overpriced houses?! Okay that's all on that subject.
My grand scheme for saving money by selling my car and buying a motorcycle has backfired and actually cost us WAY more than it would have saved. The bike broke down a week before I took my training class, and it is STILL in the shop (I should be getting it back Tuesday), the repairs have been expensive and I had to appoligize to Lindsey for making such a poor finicial decision. After beating myself up over it for 2-3 weeks she finally told me that she is glad I bought the bike. She's noticed that over the past 3 years, I VERY rarely spend money on things I want, and that this was a perfect opportunity to go do something because I wanted it, and not because it made sense. Apparently there are entire groups of people who use their paychecks to go out and do fun things and buy toys.... who knew? ;-) So all is well on that front and I'm just anxiously awaiting a phone call to tell me the bike is ready for pickup.
I picked up a second job which is a decent commute away. I work there 3 nights a week editing video. The other 2 nights of the week I go to my martial arts classes. So I usually get home between 9:30 and 11:00 most days. The money is good and they're already talking about finding a position for me full-time. That would be very nice considering my current work envioronment is hostile at it's best. They've hired in a "consultant" which I have decided comes from a latin word "poopooface" meaning: ignorant manipulator. Enough said.
It wouldn't be correct to say that Lindsey and I had a pregnancy "scare". Even though a baby would be a big challenge at this point in our lives, I don't think fear entered into the equation. It might be more accurate to say that we had the possibility of an "untimely parental suprise". But everything worked out there too, and we get to maintain our DINK status for a little while longer.
Lindsey has REALLY settled in to her supervisory position now. It was a challenge at first, but we are so glad that she got the job. Plus she's awesome at it. Loving what you do for a living is so critical, and I think she really really loves what she's doing now.
That's really about it for now. Hope everyone is well.
Construction on the house began last week. It's not major or anything but it's a start. As much as I want to have my own space again, staying with my parents hasn't been too bad, and I'd kinda like them to build slowly so that we can save up more money. As it is we'll barely make the minimum downpayment. Our plan was to triple that. Oh well... it is what it is. On another note, our builder is not very considerate of other people's schedules. He called me at work yesterday and said that he needs to meet with us on Tue, Wed, or Thur (and I was thinking, well those days are all horrible for me, but maybe I can make it work somehow. Then he said, either 10am or 1pm. What kind of ghetto time frames are those? Either way you're looking at having to take almost a full half day off of work. Shouldn't a home builder assume that you're busy MAKING MONEY during those hours so that you can afford their overpriced houses?! Okay that's all on that subject.
My grand scheme for saving money by selling my car and buying a motorcycle has backfired and actually cost us WAY more than it would have saved. The bike broke down a week before I took my training class, and it is STILL in the shop (I should be getting it back Tuesday), the repairs have been expensive and I had to appoligize to Lindsey for making such a poor finicial decision. After beating myself up over it for 2-3 weeks she finally told me that she is glad I bought the bike. She's noticed that over the past 3 years, I VERY rarely spend money on things I want, and that this was a perfect opportunity to go do something because I wanted it, and not because it made sense. Apparently there are entire groups of people who use their paychecks to go out and do fun things and buy toys.... who knew? ;-) So all is well on that front and I'm just anxiously awaiting a phone call to tell me the bike is ready for pickup.
I picked up a second job which is a decent commute away. I work there 3 nights a week editing video. The other 2 nights of the week I go to my martial arts classes. So I usually get home between 9:30 and 11:00 most days. The money is good and they're already talking about finding a position for me full-time. That would be very nice considering my current work envioronment is hostile at it's best. They've hired in a "consultant" which I have decided comes from a latin word "poopooface" meaning: ignorant manipulator. Enough said.
It wouldn't be correct to say that Lindsey and I had a pregnancy "scare". Even though a baby would be a big challenge at this point in our lives, I don't think fear entered into the equation. It might be more accurate to say that we had the possibility of an "untimely parental suprise". But everything worked out there too, and we get to maintain our DINK status for a little while longer.
Lindsey has REALLY settled in to her supervisory position now. It was a challenge at first, but we are so glad that she got the job. Plus she's awesome at it. Loving what you do for a living is so critical, and I think she really really loves what she's doing now.
That's really about it for now. Hope everyone is well.
Lindsey Posting
Well, wow. Matt's always asking me why it is that I don't post like he does on here. I told him that it was because I kept a journal of things that were perhaps a little more personal to me, but I suppose a bigger reason is actually that he's a MUCH better writer than I.
I've VERY recently had an experience that has taught me SO much in such a short amount of time, AND since Matt's working at his other job, I figured I'd make a post. So if you're used to Matt's humor then maybe you can grin and bear this.
After staying up way too late last night, when I got home and ate dinner I decided to take a nap so that I could be awake when Matt got home (which is like 10:30-11:00pm). Very shortly in my nap I got a call from my dad. He and my mom were at the vet with my cat. He told me that he didn't know how it happened, but that she had a hole in her side and that he was at the vet if I wanted to go up there. Being half asleep I told him okay and that I was almost napping. I didn't end up going up there.
I got my cat, Nicki, for Christmas when I was eight years old. I loved her very much. She was my baby. Well as time went on, I was engaged to the love of my life who was allergic to cats. So Nicki stayed at my parents house. Within the past year she also had to go to the vet because she was very sick and she has some sort of thyroid problem. I know that she may have been a burden on my family because I was not or could not always be there to take care of Nicki.
Matt finally called me and told me that my parents were trying to get a hold of me to ask me what I wanted to do. I know I am weak. I wasn't trying to cop-out when I asked Matt to call my parents back and to assess the situation and to make a decision that he thought was best. I knew that I would get emotionally involved and could make a decision that was purely selfish.
The neat thing is that just a few weeks ago, Matt and I had a conversation about pets and quality of life. Matt called me back and told me the bad news. He told me that Nicki was 16 years old and had lived a good life. She's had a lot of love in her life and brought much joy to my family. She's still dealing with her thyroid issue. They could perform surgery for a considerably large sum of money and even then it was no gaurantee. Matt and I both realized that it would be more inhumane to put Nicki through surgery when her chances of continuing on a good and happy life were very slim. Please don't get me wrong. I loved Nicki very very much. And yes, had she been my daughter I would obviously have done the surgery. But that's the difference. Nicki is a pet. Her job was to make me happy. It would have been selfish to put her through a series of operations to keep her alive just for me.
Now to the point (sorry, i can't summarize things very well).
I've learned a lot in the past 2 hours of this. Once I got off the phone with Matt I, naturally, was in tears. This was my learning experience. I learned that I'm extremely thankful for my parents who are still there for me and love me very much. I couldn't have done that on my own, I don't think. Also, that this was a very difficult time for and My Savior is ALWAYS there for me. After a bit of crying to myself and hugging Millie and hurting inside I realized that I don't need to hurt. My Savior already hurt for me and it was now my opportunity to take advantage of the atonement. I could be comforted and relieved of my pain with a just a few words to my Heavenly Father. And it worked. My faith in the miracles that my Father in Heaven can perform has been so strengthened.
So, that's my blog, sorry it was REALLY long. Feel free to comment if you'd like.
I've VERY recently had an experience that has taught me SO much in such a short amount of time, AND since Matt's working at his other job, I figured I'd make a post. So if you're used to Matt's humor then maybe you can grin and bear this.
After staying up way too late last night, when I got home and ate dinner I decided to take a nap so that I could be awake when Matt got home (which is like 10:30-11:00pm). Very shortly in my nap I got a call from my dad. He and my mom were at the vet with my cat. He told me that he didn't know how it happened, but that she had a hole in her side and that he was at the vet if I wanted to go up there. Being half asleep I told him okay and that I was almost napping. I didn't end up going up there.
I got my cat, Nicki, for Christmas when I was eight years old. I loved her very much. She was my baby. Well as time went on, I was engaged to the love of my life who was allergic to cats. So Nicki stayed at my parents house. Within the past year she also had to go to the vet because she was very sick and she has some sort of thyroid problem. I know that she may have been a burden on my family because I was not or could not always be there to take care of Nicki.
Matt finally called me and told me that my parents were trying to get a hold of me to ask me what I wanted to do. I know I am weak. I wasn't trying to cop-out when I asked Matt to call my parents back and to assess the situation and to make a decision that he thought was best. I knew that I would get emotionally involved and could make a decision that was purely selfish.
The neat thing is that just a few weeks ago, Matt and I had a conversation about pets and quality of life. Matt called me back and told me the bad news. He told me that Nicki was 16 years old and had lived a good life. She's had a lot of love in her life and brought much joy to my family. She's still dealing with her thyroid issue. They could perform surgery for a considerably large sum of money and even then it was no gaurantee. Matt and I both realized that it would be more inhumane to put Nicki through surgery when her chances of continuing on a good and happy life were very slim. Please don't get me wrong. I loved Nicki very very much. And yes, had she been my daughter I would obviously have done the surgery. But that's the difference. Nicki is a pet. Her job was to make me happy. It would have been selfish to put her through a series of operations to keep her alive just for me.
Now to the point (sorry, i can't summarize things very well).
I've learned a lot in the past 2 hours of this. Once I got off the phone with Matt I, naturally, was in tears. This was my learning experience. I learned that I'm extremely thankful for my parents who are still there for me and love me very much. I couldn't have done that on my own, I don't think. Also, that this was a very difficult time for and My Savior is ALWAYS there for me. After a bit of crying to myself and hugging Millie and hurting inside I realized that I don't need to hurt. My Savior already hurt for me and it was now my opportunity to take advantage of the atonement. I could be comforted and relieved of my pain with a just a few words to my Heavenly Father. And it worked. My faith in the miracles that my Father in Heaven can perform has been so strengthened.
So, that's my blog, sorry it was REALLY long. Feel free to comment if you'd like.
The greys are seaping in
I don't have a lot of time today, but my mind's been heavy as of late and I wanted to share.
We have become a nation of know-it-alls. And for the most part we're right. I have become more and more aware of the fact that facts, are becoming a thing of the past. Used to, if you had statistics to back you up, people believed you. If you were an expert on a subject, your conclusions were respected. So whether we're wrong on a subject or not, we can always appear right, if you know how to. This society of a... let's call it "subject to interpretation" mentality, wears thin for people who hold strong convictions.
I was discussing politics with a friend of mine, and I was explaining how a reduction in taxes during the Bush administration actually increased the federal tax revenue. I was going to go find some stats on the matter to illustrate and I realized that even statistics can be argued over. No matter how cut and dry, how obvious it is, or how many people agree with you, there's always an "expert" that will interpret the same data differently.
Bear with me, I promise I have a point...
The same thing applies to science. There is more disagreement in science than ever before. To the point where people are more concerned with taking sides of a theory, then actually testing that theory. Case and point: Global Warming. Half the scientist say it's our fault, half think it's natural, and ANOTHER half (that's right... 3 halves) don't even think it's warming at all.
We no longer live in a world where you can trust what a person can "prove". We're asked to judge the personalities and intentions of our leaders, of whom we know more about than their closest friends, and at the same time, don't know them at all. And everyone's got to have an opinion or you're not "plugged in". Well I'm definitely plugged in and it's becoming more and more apparent that my opinion means squat... EXCEPT...
There still is one subject that I consider NOT up to interpretation. The gospel is my safe haven. Our church leaders are wise beyond my comprehension and I am thankful that they have always advised us not to argue or debate the elements of our faith. It is because of that wisdom that I can lean on my faith that I have a loving Heavenly Father, and that I am his son.
When others look at issue like drug use, abortion, and gay marriage and get caught up in the "interpretation" of those principles (this includes many mainstream Christians as well) I can look to modern day revelation and know with a surety that these things are wrong.
I had someone ask me once, "What makes you so special that you can judge what's right and wrong for everyone else?" and I'm glad to say that I don't have to. The judgment has been made regarding our time here on Earth and what we are to do with it. All I have to do is let the Spirit guide me and the truth of right and wrong will always be made clear.
So here's to black and white. May it withstand all the greys of the world.
We have become a nation of know-it-alls. And for the most part we're right. I have become more and more aware of the fact that facts, are becoming a thing of the past. Used to, if you had statistics to back you up, people believed you. If you were an expert on a subject, your conclusions were respected. So whether we're wrong on a subject or not, we can always appear right, if you know how to. This society of a... let's call it "subject to interpretation" mentality, wears thin for people who hold strong convictions.
I was discussing politics with a friend of mine, and I was explaining how a reduction in taxes during the Bush administration actually increased the federal tax revenue. I was going to go find some stats on the matter to illustrate and I realized that even statistics can be argued over. No matter how cut and dry, how obvious it is, or how many people agree with you, there's always an "expert" that will interpret the same data differently.
Bear with me, I promise I have a point...
The same thing applies to science. There is more disagreement in science than ever before. To the point where people are more concerned with taking sides of a theory, then actually testing that theory. Case and point: Global Warming. Half the scientist say it's our fault, half think it's natural, and ANOTHER half (that's right... 3 halves) don't even think it's warming at all.
We no longer live in a world where you can trust what a person can "prove". We're asked to judge the personalities and intentions of our leaders, of whom we know more about than their closest friends, and at the same time, don't know them at all. And everyone's got to have an opinion or you're not "plugged in". Well I'm definitely plugged in and it's becoming more and more apparent that my opinion means squat... EXCEPT...
There still is one subject that I consider NOT up to interpretation. The gospel is my safe haven. Our church leaders are wise beyond my comprehension and I am thankful that they have always advised us not to argue or debate the elements of our faith. It is because of that wisdom that I can lean on my faith that I have a loving Heavenly Father, and that I am his son.
When others look at issue like drug use, abortion, and gay marriage and get caught up in the "interpretation" of those principles (this includes many mainstream Christians as well) I can look to modern day revelation and know with a surety that these things are wrong.
I had someone ask me once, "What makes you so special that you can judge what's right and wrong for everyone else?" and I'm glad to say that I don't have to. The judgment has been made regarding our time here on Earth and what we are to do with it. All I have to do is let the Spirit guide me and the truth of right and wrong will always be made clear.
So here's to black and white. May it withstand all the greys of the world.
HwOoh!
Well this weekend has been pretty intense. Saturday was our last day in the apartment. Even though we've been living with my parents for a couple of weeks now, we've still been slowing get the last few things cleaned/vacated/repaired back at the complex. It was also the first of my 2 day MSF (motorcycle safety foundation) course. Here in TX, it's not required to take this course to get a motorcycle license, but it helps expedite the whole process, and definitely is a money saver for bike insurance.
Our trusty steeds!
Anywho, the class was long, and it got so hot out there today riding around, that my black helmet actually had glue seeping out of one of the seems because it was softening in the sun. Crazy. Needless to say, I got a good bit of sun out there. BUT, I got my certificate of completion so it was all worth it. Sometime next week I'm going to take a day off and head down to the DMV and hopefully I'll leave with the coveted "M" on my license from now on. WHOO HOO!
--Funny story: When I first got my bike, everyone I showed it to said "Hey man, that looks like the Bat Bike!" (It's all flat black with glossy black accents) and that quickly became it's nickname. So the first day of class, we were all walking around picking our bikes, and I looked down and saw this on one of them...
I figured it was a sign that me+that bike=destiny.
My lovely bride spent her weekend cleaning the apartment, and then cleaning our room, and THEN doing laundry. What a trooper!!!
For Labor Day we had tickets to a Ranger's game, but we were both tired and didn't feel like going, so we had a nice at-home date night. Got a couple movies and ordered pizza. It was REALLY REALLY nice. How was everyone else's holiday weekend?
Cynic
I've always considered myself to be a pretty positive person. And by that I don't mean to say that I'm positive that I am a person (even though I am). No, I mean that I usually have a good attitude and like to stay hopeful. I have noticed as of late, that the more bills I pay, the more bitter I become. And every time I stub my toe, I become a little more skeptic of magazine subscription salesmen, who are "supporting a good cause". (I think buying myself a PS3 is a good cause too)
Recently I have been totally cynical about a new advertising campaign by Microsoft dubbed "The Mojave Experiment". It's purpose is basically to tell people, that the 90% of the tech world that doesn't like Vista is wrong, and that those who believe the thousands of negative reviews, are just falling for the negative hype. The solution: Positive hype. See for yourself...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igSlM3tl2zE
See, all those anti-Vistas were just... well we aren't sure what their motivation is, but they're lying to you! Don't believe them, or we'll make you look stupid on TV.
So after seeing this commercial umpteen times, I decided to send an email to Microsoft's corporate office. I thought I might share it with you.
(ps- for those of you who don't care about computers/techy stuff, I won't be offended if you scroll past the letter. There's real blog further down, I promise)
Dear Microsoft,
I feel I should tell you that your new marketing campaign comes off as arrogant and insulting, not to mention gives an educated consumer the suspicion that as a company, you are having issues with self actualization.
I have no problem with Microsoft and it has been my native platform for years. I have used Vista in multiple stages of updates, and on a range of machines, and while beautiful, I have absolutely no plans to upgrade any time soon. However, your so-called "Mojave experiment" is nothing short of shameful propaganda.
Your straw man approach to dealing with unsavory Vista reviews leaves me to believe that you are either blissfully ignorant to Vista's real problems, or you are purposefully ignoring them in hopes that you can fool people into investing in an inferior product.
I haven't heard anyone complain that Vista is ugly, lacks features, or has a hard to use interface. But that seems to be all the points touched upon in the "Experiment". A real experiment would be to have each person bring in any hardware of software they had lying around, and let them try to install it, on a machine with Vista, without the assistance of a technician.
In a controlled environment, with pre-installed hardware (or hardware that has already been checked for compatibility) and a few hand picked applications to test drive, of course you can make it a good user experience. However as most Vista users will tell you, easily installed hardware, and compatible software are few and far between.
If you are truly convinced that Vista's bugs have been worked out, why not give it to an office full of average users for a month, and videotape that? Maybe with the latest patches and updates, it would show a much more friendly and amenable experience. At least the test would be an accurate gauge of Vista, instead of a pre-designed dog and pony show.
I honestly feel that your best course of action should be straight forward, and honest dialogue to your customer base. Admit that Vista had issues, and then work to gain back the trust lost from releasing a faulty OS. If Vista really has been fixed then tell us that it has been fixed. Your current strategy of fixing problems, then acting like there never were any, then trying to make us feel stupid because of it, it not winning you any points.
Telling your customers that their fears and concerns are ridiculous and unjustified, doesn't make them more comfortable, it just makes you seem oblivious. Best of luck, Matt
On to less techy things!!!
My sweet bride and I are almost done clearing out the apartment. We just have to find places for a few more things like my guitars, and other things that I don't want in a hot storage unit.
We finally got our bed moved into my parent’s house, so we're officially living there now. Millie is having some trouble adjusting to her new home. I think she thinks she's being punished all day, and that Lindsey and I are secretly going back to the apartment without her. Poor kid, we really should take her to a park this weekend and let her play.
I think that if we really work at keeping our room clean, the amount of space we have should be enough. We have things set up pretty well, and there's plenty of function with a little bit of style. Oh the joys of living like a teenager again. I'll post some pictures later tonight if I get a chance.
But for now I should really get back to work. Later!
Recently I have been totally cynical about a new advertising campaign by Microsoft dubbed "The Mojave Experiment". It's purpose is basically to tell people, that the 90% of the tech world that doesn't like Vista is wrong, and that those who believe the thousands of negative reviews, are just falling for the negative hype. The solution: Positive hype. See for yourself...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=igSlM3tl2zE
See, all those anti-Vistas were just... well we aren't sure what their motivation is, but they're lying to you! Don't believe them, or we'll make you look stupid on TV.
So after seeing this commercial umpteen times, I decided to send an email to Microsoft's corporate office. I thought I might share it with you.
(ps- for those of you who don't care about computers/techy stuff, I won't be offended if you scroll past the letter. There's real blog further down, I promise)
Dear Microsoft,
I feel I should tell you that your new marketing campaign comes off as arrogant and insulting, not to mention gives an educated consumer the suspicion that as a company, you are having issues with self actualization.
I have no problem with Microsoft and it has been my native platform for years. I have used Vista in multiple stages of updates, and on a range of machines, and while beautiful, I have absolutely no plans to upgrade any time soon. However, your so-called "Mojave experiment" is nothing short of shameful propaganda.
Your straw man approach to dealing with unsavory Vista reviews leaves me to believe that you are either blissfully ignorant to Vista's real problems, or you are purposefully ignoring them in hopes that you can fool people into investing in an inferior product.
I haven't heard anyone complain that Vista is ugly, lacks features, or has a hard to use interface. But that seems to be all the points touched upon in the "Experiment". A real experiment would be to have each person bring in any hardware of software they had lying around, and let them try to install it, on a machine with Vista, without the assistance of a technician.
In a controlled environment, with pre-installed hardware (or hardware that has already been checked for compatibility) and a few hand picked applications to test drive, of course you can make it a good user experience. However as most Vista users will tell you, easily installed hardware, and compatible software are few and far between.
If you are truly convinced that Vista's bugs have been worked out, why not give it to an office full of average users for a month, and videotape that? Maybe with the latest patches and updates, it would show a much more friendly and amenable experience. At least the test would be an accurate gauge of Vista, instead of a pre-designed dog and pony show.
I honestly feel that your best course of action should be straight forward, and honest dialogue to your customer base. Admit that Vista had issues, and then work to gain back the trust lost from releasing a faulty OS. If Vista really has been fixed then tell us that it has been fixed. Your current strategy of fixing problems, then acting like there never were any, then trying to make us feel stupid because of it, it not winning you any points.
Telling your customers that their fears and concerns are ridiculous and unjustified, doesn't make them more comfortable, it just makes you seem oblivious. Best of luck, Matt
On to less techy things!!!
My sweet bride and I are almost done clearing out the apartment. We just have to find places for a few more things like my guitars, and other things that I don't want in a hot storage unit.
We finally got our bed moved into my parent’s house, so we're officially living there now. Millie is having some trouble adjusting to her new home. I think she thinks she's being punished all day, and that Lindsey and I are secretly going back to the apartment without her. Poor kid, we really should take her to a park this weekend and let her play.
I think that if we really work at keeping our room clean, the amount of space we have should be enough. We have things set up pretty well, and there's plenty of function with a little bit of style. Oh the joys of living like a teenager again. I'll post some pictures later tonight if I get a chance.
But for now I should really get back to work. Later!
Changes
There are times when as a whole, I feel like I have a pretty good handle on things. Every once in awhile I find those little moments of pride, when I look at my life and say "I really have it all together". This week has not been one of those times.
Home-
As many of you know, Lindsey and I have started building a house down in Burleson, near my parents. Well rather than sign another lease for our apartment, my folks offered us their spare room to stay in, during the transition. (pretty cool of them I think)
So even though our house will not be ready until early next year, Lindsey and I find ourselves already cleaning and packing. We've been going through all of our things and asking each other, "think you'll need this any time in the next 5 months?" and it's a game that is quite a bit harder than it sounds.
Work-
A lot of you probably already know that in the summers, I work an average of 75 hours a week. This starts the beginning of June, and carries through until mid-September. It becomes a real strain on me physically and mentally. More serious though, is that it strains our marriage. It's hard to maintain a close relationship when interaction is limited to: "What's for dinner" and "good night".
To add to the stress, Lindsey recently received a long over-due promotion. And while it is a blessing, it comes with a 35 minute commute that she is currently un-accustom to. So combine our hectic work schedules, with having to move, and things can get pretty volatile.
Transportation-
Since we got married, Lindsey and I have been very blessed in regards to our vehicular needs. Our cars have, for the most part, been cheap and reliable. Lately this has not been the case. Both of our cars are in need of some TLC, and we have been doubting their longevity. So we prayed about what to do, and (as he tends to do with us) Heavenly Father told us that Lindsey's car should go. He told us back letting an Infinity Q35 slam into the back of Lindsey on her way to work this week.
So with her car out of commission, we went back to a previously discussed plan, and I went and picked this up:
Which, unintentionally, has made my life much more complicated. Now I have added "buy helmet", "sign up for instruction course", "schedule and take course", "get license", to my ever increasing To Do list.
So that's about it for now. We're going through some pretty big changes lately, but I think in the end, they're all for the better. New things, new experiences, new blessings.
Home-
As many of you know, Lindsey and I have started building a house down in Burleson, near my parents. Well rather than sign another lease for our apartment, my folks offered us their spare room to stay in, during the transition. (pretty cool of them I think)
So even though our house will not be ready until early next year, Lindsey and I find ourselves already cleaning and packing. We've been going through all of our things and asking each other, "think you'll need this any time in the next 5 months?" and it's a game that is quite a bit harder than it sounds.
Work-
A lot of you probably already know that in the summers, I work an average of 75 hours a week. This starts the beginning of June, and carries through until mid-September. It becomes a real strain on me physically and mentally. More serious though, is that it strains our marriage. It's hard to maintain a close relationship when interaction is limited to: "What's for dinner" and "good night".
To add to the stress, Lindsey recently received a long over-due promotion. And while it is a blessing, it comes with a 35 minute commute that she is currently un-accustom to. So combine our hectic work schedules, with having to move, and things can get pretty volatile.
Transportation-
Since we got married, Lindsey and I have been very blessed in regards to our vehicular needs. Our cars have, for the most part, been cheap and reliable. Lately this has not been the case. Both of our cars are in need of some TLC, and we have been doubting their longevity. So we prayed about what to do, and (as he tends to do with us) Heavenly Father told us that Lindsey's car should go. He told us back letting an Infinity Q35 slam into the back of Lindsey on her way to work this week.
So with her car out of commission, we went back to a previously discussed plan, and I went and picked this up:
Which, unintentionally, has made my life much more complicated. Now I have added "buy helmet", "sign up for instruction course", "schedule and take course", "get license", to my ever increasing To Do list.
So that's about it for now. We're going through some pretty big changes lately, but I think in the end, they're all for the better. New things, new experiences, new blessings.
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