without the jukebox. The jukebox that Elaine said would “…win the prize for the worst selection of songs.” Oh, but me made do. There really is not much that can top eating pizza with friends and listening to “www.memory” by Alan Jackson. Let’s see, there were nine of us there: Ben, Elaine, Chalupa, Rupp, TLoft, Ben, Lydia, Tim, and I. The pizza was good too. We got three larges, and the guy confused the cheese one with the pepperoni one, so at first there was a mad rush for the “pepperoni” one, forcing those who wanted only cheese to resort to scraping meat from the other pizzas.
Even the drive was fun. The place is about 25 minutes away, so we rocked out to 80’s songs in the car, yelling the words at the tops of our lungs and playing highway games with the cars around us.
Overall, it was a great reunion of friends, and if we were all vets from ‘Nam we probably would have talked about war memories, but we’re not, so we didn’t.
“Won’t be long before the kids return.” I hear it all the time. Taylor University will re-commence classes in just over two weeks. The “kids” talked about here are the college students. And I’m one of them. Interestingly enough, I find myself saying the same thing. “The kids will be back soon.” As a 22 year old senior who took a year off before coming to school, I guess I am now one of the oldest ones here, but still. When will we grow up? Is there a point in life when we will stop being kids, or stop looking on those a bit younger than us as kids?
Probably not. Parents say to their youngest, “You’ll always be our baby.” And I guess that’s the way life goes. To someone, somewhere, I’m young by comparison. You are too. I think that’s a good thing. Take it to heart, we all need to be something of a kid sometimes.
A speck of life is lost when someone grows up too much to have a sense of humor. Will you be a kid today?
because I talked to my Dad on the phone. It’s his birthday, you know. He’s 56 now. And that’s not all - he lives in Cameroon. Hold on though, it gets even better. I called a cell phone that he has been carrying around for while now but he has never made or received a phone call on it up until now. He told me it was a great first call to receive.
I sent him an email last night (with the time change he got it on the correct day), jokingly asking him how it feels to be 39. He sent back an email saying I was off by a year - 39 is NEXT year. He brought it up on the phone and I jokingly acted embarrassed and said I hoped I didn’t make him feel too old. We had a good private little laugh.
I talked to my dad on the phone today, so now I can smile.
What is the job of a computer security expert? Is it not to keep the computers on their network SECURE from viruses and worms by applying security patches? So what is really going on in a company that gets totally shut down by the latest computer worm? You would think that having three weeks of advance notice before a new worm comes out would be enough time to apply the fix that came with the notice. But apparently it’s not. The coffee must just be too appealing, the conversations too involving to actually get work done at work.
No wonder people are having to work longer hours more days per week. Alas, such is life.
The funny part is that the Blaster Worm is going to attack the Windows Update site on Saturday…
A friend of mine got me into this, and though I am not half the writer she is, I might as well give it a shot. Besides, what have I got to lose?