Poor journal, dead for a while.  I had some problems with wordpress being a pain in the arse, so I wasn’t writing in the ole journal, because it was borked and I had to jump through hoops to make it work.  Finally, I bitched to Jol about it and he did the smart thing and RTFM and figured out my problem.  Ah, not being an idiot, that must feel nice.

Anyhows, here’s what has been going on….

Was in DC last week for a workgroup meeting on the new application.  It went really well (I thought), though I am still worn out from all the meetings (8 hours of meetings, four days in a row is painful).  The worst part was I didn’t get a chance to write any code so now I’m behind schedule and having to bust my arse.  Oh well, at least I like the work.  Well, I like the output of the work.

DC outside of work was fun, hung with Thomas sunday night and played video games and tossed the ole bull around.  Saw Jol twice for baseball (once it was more like ice ball, it was probably around freezing with the wind chill). 

I guess this is the first public post about this (mmm, private posts to the journal), but Katy is knocked up.  As Waldner said to his parents when they found out Lynn was pregnant… “Goaaaaaaaaaaal”.  haha, that’s so hilarious.  The little tax write off is due September 26 (ah, stealing Sean’s thunder), but due to the back issues and the need for a planned real deal surgical c-section, he/she (no finding out until it’s yanked out) will be born earlier than that.  We’ve seen pictures and video and all that, but somehow it still hasn’t sunk in yet.  A human will depend on me to stay alive.  Yikes.  Our family has a home on the internet — StoutMuntz.com (and yes, this is awesome because our kids can have name@lastname.com, and if they start acting like donkeys I can enforce rules on their email accounts.  Yeah, yeah, little hackers will surely get past whatever I come up with).

A couple of contractors are coming to the house today to look at the kitchen and start estimating.  Should be interesting. 

What else?  Oh, I’m fat.  “Damn, Phife you got fat.  Yeah, I know it looks pathetic, Ali Shaheed Mohamed’s got me doing calistenics”.  For real, though, I weighed in at 170 lbs last week, which is my heaviest ever.  Shaheed is being replaced my Michael Morris, and my sympathy weight is in trouble.Â