Category: Clearing the Cache

David: Hey, guess what utility I found on Lifehacker.com today?

Jenni: What?

David: Fart!

Jenni: Pffff… hehe. really? What does it do?

David: Fart. Find and replace text.

Jenni rolled her eyes.

There’s a funny section of road by Jennilyn’s parents house in Battle Ground. It’s a big dip in the road unlike any I’ve ever seen. Big enough that the sign preceding it is, quite simply, a lie. It’s not a dip—it’s an acute “V” in the road.

We hope everyone had a splendid Christmas! We drove up to Battle Ground a few days before Christmas to spend time with Jennilyn’s family. Her brother Rex was in town from New York for a week, so it was great having the Hill family all reunited. And of course, it was be Kadence’s first Christmas, so we were excited to include her into our Christmas traditions.

“Kadie, I think it’s time we had the talk,” as I sat my daughter on our Goodwill-special sofa. She looked at me naively with big curious eyes as I settled on the ottoman across from her.

Jenni’s aunt Kathy gave us a $50 paper gift certificate for a food service that will cook and deliver a meal. It’s a very thoughtful gift for new parents since we spend so much time feeding, changing, entertaining, and enjoying Kadence that some of the routine chores, like cooking and cleaning, get neglected.

However, the gift certificate’s design looked a bit… how shall I say… unprofessional and lacking in design. At the risk of sounding like a snob, I would offer the suggestion to refrain from using 9 different font styles on one page.

Jenni and I visited their web site to see their menu. I chuckled listening to Jenni critique their web site design and layout.

Then the little voice inside my head reminded me that everyone has different talents and to not judge others based on their weakness. I have my own flaws too. And I’ve thought that instead of criticizing for someone’s weakness, I should lend a hand to help.

So I joked with Jenni that perhaps I could contact them and ask them if I could redesign their web site. And they could pay us with food. Then I could work from home and we wouldn’t have to cook. Sounds like a good idea eh?

I walked up to Jennilyn this morning for a hug and told her that I was looking forward to going to Fred Meyer with her and Kadence today.

“Visiting an old haunt?” She replied.

“Visiting an old honk?” I inquired.

“Haunt.”

Haunt? I suppose we’re getting close to Halloween, but I had never heard the expression ‘old haunt’ before. A quick search on dictionary.com revealed the definition Jenni referred to, number nine: Often, haunts. a place frequently visited: to return to one’s old haunts.

In looking back, the one-stop shopping Fred Meyer has been one of our old haunts. When Jenni and I courted, I would stop by the Fred Meyer in Battle Ground to pick up flowers, sweets, or a movie. On some occasions when Jenni had cabin fever, we’d make a date out of going to Fred Meyer.

After we married, one of our favorite date activities has been a one-two combo of Fred Meyer for Soy Delicious ice cream then Hollywood Videos for a movie.

So, yeah, visiting an old haunt. Learned something today.

Well, you’ll notice that our blog is a bit… emptier now.

I had been wanting to clean up our desktop computer (which is our blog server) since it was having problems rendering Jenni’s video projects. I thought I had taken all the necessary backup measures but I missed one. And it was a big one: our blog. I backed up all the graphics and templates, but forgot to backup the database which had all the content.

So now, I’m retracing through Google’s cache and an old backup I have from December 2006 to see what data I can recover.

Sigh. I was hoping for an easy Sunday afternoon.

But we’ll have some exciting video to show on our blog soon.

We’ve got a big day today after last night’s late night party, we’re heading out to Jenni’s parents for their annual afternoon barbeque. We’ll be celebrating our baby shower, her dad’s retirement, and of course, Jennilyn’s birthday!

It’s amazing that even a book launch could be an event. I guess the cynic in me says that our culture is caught up in the next big thing, but the optimist in me enjoys that people can celebrate everything and anything.