Month: November 2012

Off The Secret Weapon, Back to Remember The Milk

That was fast. 

Unfortunately, I pretty quickly remembered what I didn’t like about The Secret Weapon. Because it’s within Evernote, it was always multiple steps to add a task, multiple steps to see what’s on my list, and multiple steps to make sure I was only looking at my 1-Now list instead of everything. And I never felt confident that I was getting everything into view. 

I did scan all the business cards I’ve gotten and held on to into Evernote though. So now I can take a bunch of folks out of my contacts list – people I’ve met, good to have handy but don’t need to be clogging up the Address Book.

I’m finally starting to get Evernote. Kind of. For me, it’s to notes what Dropbox is to files – always around, synced on all my devices. I think with a bit of tinkering I can get it into my workflow. 

Next up, some good old fashioned automation. 

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New Project

Bought me a new domain name to go along with an idea I’ve had rattling around my head for a few years now, but just finally figured out a reasonable way to put it out there. 

In unrelated news (or is it?), one of my favorite things to do is to go out for a drive and see the Christmas lights people have set up. Loved it since I was a kid, and I’m happy that Grace and Erin like it too. 

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New Project

Bought me a new domain name to go along with an idea I’ve had rattling around my head for a few years now, but just finally figured out a reasonable way to put it out there. 

In unrelated news (or is it?), one of my favorite things to do is to go out for a drive and see the Christmas lights people have set up. Loved it since I was a kid, and I’m happy that Grace and Erin like it too. 

Expansion of the List of Places We Probably Shouldn’t Go Out To Eat

Tonight we had another incident in which one of our kids threw up in a restaurant. Jokingly, we’ve got a running list of places where we’re theoretically not welcome back. In no particular order it includes:

Ruby Tuesday in Worcester

Panera in Milbury and Shrewsbury

Red Robin in Milbury

The 99 in downtown Worcester and Brattleboro, VT. 

I feel like there’s a Friendly’s that should be one there too, but given their recent issues it’s most likely closed anyways. 

The Brattleboro one was probably the worst. Food had just come. Threw up all over the booth. A line from the booth to the restroom. More outside the restaurant. Some in a plastic shopping back near the Hannaford in Brattleboro. And finally some more at a skating rink or bowling alley or something along Rt 2. 

Tonight’s was, realistically, not a big deal. A small bit on the floor. A bunch of clothes that are now in the wash. No second wave, just out and done. Still, though, it’s no fun waiting at the table for the waitress to come by so we can ask for boxes and check, knowing that Kelly is in the ladies room with Puke-ahontas. Kind of a buzzkill for the rest of the night. 

The Difficulty of Maintaining Christmas

It’s possible this may be the last year of Santa for Grace. We do the Elf on the Shelf, and there’s been a lot of logistics questions about how it all works. How does he get in, how does he get out, how does he get back to Santa, what does he do when it’s not Christmas. So far “it’s magic” has worked, but there’s only so long that we’re going to be able to use that. Combined with her inherent snoopiness, which has gotten her a peek at a few presents already – not sure she realizes it – and it’s going to get a lot tougher.

My parents had a rock-solid way to keep us from snooping. Part of their house was built as an addition, which meant that it had a completely seperate basement that could only be reached from outside the house. And it had separate locks on the doors, the keys to which were kept on a keychain on a nail near the door from the main basement to outside. Around this time of year, that keychain would disappear, thus keeping us out of that part of the basement and out of our presents. 

I think we’ll make it though this year. Next year I think Grace will figure out that Santa lives in the same house as her with a bedroom at the other end of the hall. 

Thanks

Had a quiet ride back from Branford, CT where we had Thanksgiving dinner with my wife’s side of the family. It’s about two hours from there to here, and I got to thinking. I’m pretty lucky. I have a wife who loves me (why that is, I don’t understand but I’m not going to question it), two beautiful girls, and we’re all healthy. We have steady employment with stable companies, and while the future is never 100% certain, I’m not worrying about it. I know there’s a lot of people out there who aren’t as lucky as I am, and I give thanks every day for what I have. I hope you all do the same.