Friday, February 25, 2005

Password Hell

I’ve been locked out of my Company's internal intranet web site because I repeatedly entered my password incorrectly. Locked out for 30 minutes – no way to have them e-mail me my password. WTF? Here’s the friendly message:

Account Lock Out Your SAFE account has been locked because you repeatedly failed to supply correct account information.
Your SAFE account will remain locked for the next 30 minutes. Once this period has passed, you should be able to log in. Please use the appropriate link on the login page to retrieve your User ID or to set a new password.

Why 30 minutes? Are they running a security check? Why can't I just reset? GRRRRR

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Update - including latest on Thryroid

Some days I strap on my tennies and tear around the walking path at work. Today, I walked slower - I remained in my "dress shoes" if only to remind myself to slow down. I slowed down, I strolled, I sauntered - I was killing time.

Arrived at office at 8:00 - worked straight through lunch and beyond. Slipped out at 2:30 to "take the air", now I'm back waiting to see what will hit the fan in the next few hours.

Home on Tuesday for "Vacation" - at least that's how it counts to HR. M had the day off school for teachers' workshop. We planned a glorious day of father-daughter activities, perhaps go skiing, catch "Because of Winn Dixie", etc. Well, much to M's dismay it didn't turn out that way. The Dude was sick so we had him to watch after as well.

By the time Boppa arrived to watch the Dude while I slipped out to my doctor, Maria was fit to be tied. When Boppa arrived, M was in the middle of tearing apart some of his playmobil space-ship toys. I decided a "divide and conquer" strategy would be best, so I took her to the doctor with me. Needless to say she was a complete angel at the doctor's office - really impressed the doctor with her "maturity" - GRRR.

Dr. Jane - - what a refreshing change! Wonderful lady. We reviewed my medical history, and she suggested complete blood work - not just a peak at cholesterol and TSH levels. She would never prescribe anti-depressants without first doing bloodwork. Mood issues (like depression) can be caused by a variety of things - so she is going to look at blood sugers, electrolytes, and other stuff I can't recall now. (My previous MD wrote my Zoloft prescription without a question. I probably could have asked for performance enhancing drugs and he would have written the slip.)

She told me to make an appointment for a blood draw, and another appointment to meet with her to discuss results. I asked if they would contact me about results via phone or mail before. She said, "No." She always makes an appointment to discuss test results. (Wow - beats having the test results and a prescription sent to me via mail.)

For the record, weight 166, pulse 72, blood pressure, 90/60 - - the nurse did a double take, but I told her I'm always low - usually 115/70 or thereabouts.

Friday, February 18, 2005

Management Haiku

Found this at Management Craft:
Mucky Muck

Goofy goings on
Dysfunction, waste and hassle
Job security :-)

Found Management Craft via Slacker Manager.

Thursday, February 17, 2005

Can This Wait?

Being guilty of procrastination myself, I found this piece from the Wall Street Journal online to be timely. I like this quote:
For Mr. Kedrosky, it's all part of "this nagging suspicion that a lot of the things that I get asked to do I don't actually have to do." He's particularly wary, he says, because the advent of e-mail means that managers no longer have to look you in the eye when they tell you to do something, allowing for the rise of what he calls "drive-by obligations."

Tuesday, February 15, 2005


Can't remember if I linked to this before. Here's what the blogger says about the site,
As I walk around San Francisco, I encounter dogs tied to things, take their pictures, and offer them up to the world with whatever commentary springs to mind. Enjoy.

Monday, February 14, 2005

New Shower Technique

Don't you hate washing your feet in a shower? Admit it - it's hard to balance on one wet, soapy foot while you wash the other. The Dude offers this solution.

On Sunday after swimming lessons (which he just loves now!), we were in the shower (which he also decided to start loving). There were six of us all together, three dads and three kids. I am busy soaping up when I tell him, "Don't just stand there, wash your body." A few seconds later I turn around and see this. The Dude down in what can best be described as a Downward Dog variation, folded over with both hands on the shower floor, one leg firmly planted on the floor, and the other up in the air with water rushing over the foot.

"What are you doing?" I asked - quite stupidly.

"Washing my feet," came his obvious reply.

Better to have three points touching the floor than one.

When Did You Stop Wanted to Be Something?

Last week, the Dude (4 1/2 years) asked me, "What did you want to be when you were little?"

"I don't know - probably a firefighter or policeman," I replied.

"When did you stop wanting to be something." He said.


Thursday, February 10, 2005

Grope No More

As an attorney (albiet non-practicing) I can't believe it took this long to call an end (temporary as it may be) to the bizarre Vulcan tradition in St. Paul's Winter Carnival.

The St. Paul Winter Carnival today immediately suspended the Vulcan Krewe and its king, Tom Trudeau, from all activities as the result of a criminal sexual molestation investigation by St. Paul Police. StarTribune

Those Crazy Stem Cells

Fascinating stuff in the continuing saga of my neighbor Mark and his battle with cancer:
This morning, Mark asked his transplant doctor how the stem cells get back into the bone marrow to begin growing new blood cells. The doctor replied, “We don’t know. Nobody understands how these stem cells know that they belong in the marrow and that they are to begin producing cells again, but they do. It’s a miracle and we go with it!”

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Dress Your Best?

Today is "Dress Your Best Day" at M's school. Everyday this week has a theme: Monday was "Mismatch Day"; Tuesday was "Hat and Shades Day"; and today, "Dress Your Best".

M selected her outfit herself and - I hate to say this - but it's more mismatched than what she wore Monday for "Mismatch Day". Granted she is wearing a skirt and tights, but the tights have a very busy pattern, the skirt has a different pattern, and her shirt has an even different pattern. Her clothing selection prompted this e-mail exchange between Mom and Dad.

Dad: I get a kick out of her choice of clothes. If she can wear that outfit proudly on "dress your best" day - more power to her. Perhaps it's a sign she will grow up to be a brave, independent thinker - unafraid of her peers' opinions of her. Either that or she will grow up a fashion nerd.

Mom: she's more mismatched today than she was on mismatch day, but more power to her! I think dress your best meant primarily a skirt....

Sunday, February 06, 2005

Dog Update

Went to visit some friends who just got a new Australian Shepard. Cute guy - about 4 months old. He joins a household with a 14 year-old Australian Shep and two cats.

Our friends got him from a breeder. He is part of a litter that grew out of a doggie "summer romance" so they got him on the cheap, as he was not part of a scheduled breeding (or whatever they call it.) More from the litter are available which is why we wanted to check out this pup.

I like the idea of a dog from a breeder - seems it would be better socialized to dogs than Favorite - a Humane Society rescue. Not that breeder dogs don't have their problems too. The "summer romance" appeals to me as well. I always feel sad when I hear about their carefully controlled breeding. The dogs then acquire these names like, "CH Diamond Aire Teal Bluewings TD" - let's call him Bingo.

100.9 - a bad frequency

After reading a bedtime story to the Dude I was surprised that his hands felt so hot. No surprise, so did his head. Stuck the therometer under his tongue as he nodded off to sleep - 100.9. Will the fun never stop! Seems everyone (not just our family) has this "flu-cold-like thing" that seems to go away only to come back and hit you on the rebound.

Still to come - who stays home with sick boy? Stay tuned to find out.

Thursday, February 03, 2005


Clicked on a link to a book at's uk site. They don't deliver their books, they dispatch them:

"Usually dispatched within 4 to 6 weeks"

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Native Tongue

Question of the day, posed by the Dude to Dad as they drove to Pre-School:
"Daddy, what language did you speak when you were growing up? Spanish or French?"
He seemed a little disappointed when I answered, "English".

Tuesday, February 01, 2005

"Bad Day to Breathe"

That's what my Star-Tribune e-mail update said. As the article points out:
State pollution control officials issued an "unhealthy for all" air pollution alert Tuesday for the Twin Cities, the first time that level has been reached in at least 25 years. A mass of stagnant air has covered much of the southern part of Minnesota since Saturday, allowing fine particles from car exhaust, fireplaces, factories and other sources to accumulate in the air.

Title IX Moment

Every time we visit the kids' dentist I'm reminded of the first time I was passed by a female runner in a road race. The hygienist, Jan, was a very competitive road racer back in her day - - or should I say "our" day. In the years following high school, I could still kick out a decent time in road races, always finishing with "the guys", and before the first female finisher.

That all changed at the Green Lake Road Race - must have been 1982 or 83? At mile 7 of this hilly 12 mile course, Jan pulled up along side me. I believe I was in 10th place or so. She ran with me for a while, encouraging me to pick it up. Telling me I was "looking good" - yeah, right! She then passed me. The rest was history.

Open Wide, This Won't Hurt a Bit

Everything started out so well. The Dude awoke in a good mood; he was cooperative about leaving early. Went willingly into the Dentist’s office and even sat in “the chair” just fine as long as I held his hand. He let hygienist look at his teeth and even start brushing. But when she went to reload the toothbrush, he closed his mouth and wouldn't open it. We tried it with Dad laying in the chair and holding him on top. We tried letting Hygienist and he count Dad’s teeth using the little mirror. He was very helpful on that task! Dad has 24 teeth and a couple of cracks in the back! When we tried counting his teeth (he has 20) the hygienist was able to peek at his teeth. They looked OK, but you can't say for sure.

To his credit he didn't take any stickers for himself; the hygienist and I agreed that you only get 4 stickers after the full cleaning.