Natalie just got into the Lansdowne High School magnet program!
She was #3 on the waiting list, and now she’s in.
She’s going into Lansdowne’s “Academy of Arts & Communication,” which is a concentration in theater, vocal, and instrumental music.
Natalie just got into the Lansdowne High School magnet program!
She was #3 on the waiting list, and now she’s in.
She’s going into Lansdowne’s “Academy of Arts & Communication,” which is a concentration in theater, vocal, and instrumental music.
I was shoe shopping with the kids, and a clerk noticed me pacing, and asked, “Are you OK?”
“No,” I responded, “I’m shopping for shoes with my 13 year old daughter.”
The outward effects appear to have gone, but I am running multiple pieces of software at it, just to be sure.
“See” you tomorrow.
Over 7 hours to travel 18 miles, and then 45 minutes to get into my driveway.
Lovely.
Otherwise, she would have bludgeoned me to death with my own left arm years ago.
Case in point: I was going to bed last night, and my wife smelled something on my breath, and asked, “What were you just eating?”
I replied, “Dulche De Leche Girl Scout cookies ……… but you know something? I don’t think that they taste like they are made with real Girl Scouts.”
She glanced up, and asked, “Have you ever eaten a girl scout?”†
My response was, “I’ve earned my share of Brownie points.“
If I had married a sane woman, I would be dead now, and no jury in the world would convict her.
*Love of my life, light of the cosmos, she who must be obeyed, my wife.
†Bless her soul, but double entendres were never her long or her strong suit.
So, some of you might be wondering why we all went on an extended weekend down to Williamsburg, Virginia, despite the fact that it’s the off season, and so many of the attractions (see the aforementioned Busch Gardens post) are closed.
Well, about a month ago, we went to computer show, and picked up a new (used) laptop for my daughter, and my wife filled out an entry form, and we got a call for a timeshare (they call it a vacation share) in the area which included their giving us space in one of their vacation condos for 3 days.
We talked about it, and we decided that this would be a lot of fun, and listening to a sales pitch would be well worth it.
We declined their offers, which by the way got sweeter and sweeter as time went on, pleading poverty, which is only half true.
The other half is that I can do basic math in my head, I are a mechanical engineer after all, and their numbers were simply not that good.
Basically, the spaces were set up as townhouses, with two apartments, each being a 2 bedroom with a decent kitchen and living space, nice bedrooms, and a kickass master bathroom, it included a jacuzzi, a separate shower, and a toilet in its own separate room.
The basic offer was around 10 grand, with a down payment of 2-4K with a 6-8 year loan at 7 percent, and around a $500 a year maintenance fee.
All this for a complex that was about 5 miles away from the Colonial Williamsburg Historic Area.
They talk about this, and show how, for decent, and honestly not as good, hotel space, you would be spending $30K over the next 30 years for lodging, and then discuss how this is a prime location that could be swapped for other space.
Well, ignoring opportunity costs, the economic fact that dollars spent today are worth more than dollars spent later, let’s look at the numbers.
You get 2 weeks a year, either fixed (the cheap option I describe above), or floating, so you are paying for 2 weeks out of 52.
Let’s be charitable, and say that you are paying for 1⁄25of a year, or ½ a month.
This makes purchase price around $250,000.00 (10+K x 25) and the maintenance fee equivalent to about $1000.00 a month.
Note that this is all in the suburban areas of Williamsburg, where nice houses are well under the price that they asked (annualized) if you are more than 5 blocks from historical area/William and Mary College, and then you have a $1000/month rent maintenance fee.
When you consider the fact that the developer did this on what had been soybean fields at some point in the past 3 or so years, it’s certainly a good deal for them.
Obviously for certain people, those who are certain that they will hit the area year after year, and who might want to swap a week with someone in some other location, it might make sense, but for most of us, this is simply not a sensible financial or lifestyle decision.
As for me, I want to vacation in different places, or to visit with family, which makes it even less attractive to me.
Still, I don’t mind the 2 or so hours that I spent on the sales pitch, along with having to say “no” to the very earnest sales person, it was worth it for the rest of the weekend, which was a lot of fun.
Busch Gardens is not open yet, so it’s shopping and Laser Tag for the kids.

This was a posed shot, but it is rather more true than I would like to think.

Halberds in the Armory, I thought that they would be pre 1700s, but it appears that I was wrong
So, we went to colonial Williamsburg today.
Even my studiously blase teen (13) daughter enjoyed herself, though she was on her mobile constantly updating her Facebook page.
A good time was had by all.
We are hoping to hit Busch Gardens tomorrow before heading home.
My wife is taking her turn driving on a trip down to Williamsburg for the weekend.
When all is said and done, if you had told me that I would be surfing the net and blogging while on I-95, I would have said that you were completely insane.
The new router has arrived, and after a couple of hours on tech support for my daughter’s laptop (a conflict between the Dell supplied software and the router), we are all connected again.
W00t!!!!
Our router gave up the ghost, and right now I’m tethering with my cell phone, which means that in about 15 minutes, I will be able to use my phone to iron my shirts.
Verizon is dispatching us a new one.
Damn.
Still, it’s good to be home.
After I finish work today, I will be packing up my apartment, and turning in my key, because I gave notice a couple of weeks ago, because I found a job in my area.
I liked working at Niitek, and their work, designing ground penetrating radar to find mines and IEDs was about as worthwhile as one can find in defense related work, but I am glad to be going back to being a 7 day a week daddy and husband, as opposed to being a 3 day a week one.
Troubleshooting my daughter’s connectivity problems with her new (used) laptop.
It’s a Dell, but for once, that was not the source of the problem.
Well, I have managed to find a contract closer to home, so starting in January I will be working about 18 miles from home in Westminster, MD, where I will be working on autonomous robotic vehicles.
What it means at this moment is that over lunch, I am sitting in a waiting room in Reston, VA waiting to be called back for a drug screen.
Yes, fill this cup, we need to evaluate the worthiness of your bodily fluids. Now THERE is an experce that positively reeks of our society’s tremendous respect for human dignity.
In any case, it means that I can be home with my family every night, so it is worth it.
It likely means less bloggy goodness from me, but my reader(s) will learn to deal.
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My old Palm OS™ phone is wearing out, the keyboard is no longer working, so I got an upgraded phone, a Samsung Epic.
Now I have to teach myself a completely new OS, android, for my phone, and figure out how to sync it with Outlook.
It’s an impressive phone though.
It happens every time I upgrade my phone.
My Chemical Romance’s song Welcome to the Black Parade:
Non-life threatening family emergency to be dealt with.
As I mentioned a month ago, we took her in for what looked like a bad tooth, and it turned out to be an aggressive malignant tumor.
She had stopped eating, is in pain, and is exhibiting difficulty moving, so we had to put her to sleep today.
In the pictures, you can notice the swelling on the side of her head, and the unequal pupils from the effect of the tumor on her right eye.
We buried her in the back yard, in the corner where the hill starts.
I found her in July of 1993.
I was driving from Orrville, OH, to Akron, and was sick and tired of the bottle of windshield washer fluid banging around in my trunk, so I pulled over to the side of the road, and grabbed the bottle, and popped the hood.
Under the hood, I saw something furry, and moving.
At first, I thought that it was a rat, but then I saw the ears and whiskers, so I picked her up, she fit in the palm of my hand, and she proceeded to puff herself up and hiss and spit in an attempt to intimidate me.
I took her home, and gave her a saucer of milk, and went and got some cat food.
The next day, I caught her brother, Tudza, who survives her, as they were crying to each other through the door.
She is older than my marriage, and she outlived the car under whose hood I found her so it was a good run, particularly since she survived a bout of hepatic lipidosis (fatty liver) 5½ years ago.
Both she and Tudza imprinted on me, so I guess that I am their “mommy”, though she was also my daughter Natalie’s cat.
Tudza is still alive and active, having never left his 1st kitten hood.