Archive for September, 2009
When I first bought my Harley-Davidson Night Train it came with a full face helmet. The helmet was one of the best they had at that time at the dealership. I wanted a full-face helmet but wasn’t sure how comfortable they were. The salesman suggested that I consider a module helmet.
For those of you who are not sure what a modular helmet is let me explain. By the way, until that night I had no idea what he meant when he said modular helmet. When I heard that term all I could think of was a helmet made out of Lego blocks; that’s not what it is.
Every once in a while I end up in a conversation with my wife Trina that is completely random leaves both of us scratching our heads wondering how in the world we got to this point. Let me preface this with a few useless facts. For the past couple of days I have not been feeling well fighting a stomach virus that has been going around lately.
I’ll be the first to admit that when I am sick I am one of the biggest babies in the world. It’s weird, I can play a baseball double header with a broken arm or throw an entire season with a torn rotator cuff and not think anything of it but if I get sick, I turn into some kind of sniveling pile of dirty laundry that just wants to lay in a corner in the fetal position.
While I never quite consider myself as being old, I am constantly reminded by my kids exactly how ancient I am. I must be getting older because I find myself using the phrase “Back in my day…” more often. I remind my children about how difficult it was when I was growing up and although I haven’t reached the point where my entire childhood was spent fending off bears in the snow as I trudged to school uphill it is getting close.
Recently for my son’s birthday I bought him an iPod Touch with 16GB of memory and a touch screen and built-in wireless networking. When I gave him the gift it came with yet another story of my childhood. I explained to him that when I was a kid there was no such thing as a personal computer. I may as we have just admitted that I was actually an alien and was transported to this planet in some kind of time vortex.
Almost as soon as we brought a baby home from the hospital I had a computer set up for them in their room. The kids have grown up never knowing what life was like without a computer available to them. Every couple of years the computers get upgraded to newer technology to ensure that each member of the family has the appropriate technology to meet their needs.
I have noticed that at each technology refresh junction the data storage needs have grown exponentially. Early on I could get away with a small hard drive that would store not only the operating system and programs but also all the data the user would need. As the kids have grown, their needs have changed and so has their appetite for storage.
When my wife left me… Ok I was just told I better clarify that statement if I know what’s good for me. When my wife left for her mini-vacation to visit family in Indiana, she had some concerns that I would not be able to take care of the kids during her absence.
Today marked the end of her vacation and I was to pick her up from the airport. The day started off with a phone call from Trina’s sister at 5:00 AM who called to let me know that she had dropped Trina off at the airport in Chicago. I have come to the conclusion that lack of time zone understanding is a hereditary thing since neither Trina nor her sister can comprehend there is actually a difference in time between east coast and west coast.