Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
I had to check an error log today and the time it gave me for the error out was in seconds. 143,897.469 seconds to be exact. Now I’m pretty good at math but trying to convert that number in seconds to hours in my head was a bit more than I was willing to do before noon. Thankfully Google is always just a click away for the rescue and was able to convert that number to just under 40 hours (39.9715192 hours if you really want to know). All these numbers got me thinking of the rent song “Seasons of Love” with the lyrics “Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes” and if you don’t know that song/number it’s how many minutes are in a year.
Camping at the Dunes
It’s been a while so I’ve been camping so I’m headed out after work tonight and going back to the dunes, only this time in Michigan. The last time I went to the Indiana Dunes there were signs posted at the
entrance warning us that alcohol was not permitted. We figured that like all other state parks this was just a warning to not get to crazy or they would kick you out. Turns out we were wrong. As soon as the
first beer was cracked there were DNR officers swinging down from the trees with night vision goggles. Okay, perhaps they didn’t swing from the trees but they really did have night vision goggles. They made us
dump the rest of the beer and took breathalyzers for those under 21. Luckily that’s all they did but they warned us that if we got in trouble again they would file the paperwork.
Photos: Lovefeast – WorldTeach 07 Reunion
20090801 – Lovefeast, WorldTeach 07 reunion (view entire album)
Photos: Farewell and the Fair
20090724 – Farewell Bridget (view entire album)
20090723 – Tippecanoe 4H fair (view entire album)
When it’s over . . .
For most of my life since my senior year in High School I have been involved in a relationship. Weather it was long/short, stable/unstable, local/long-distance, serious or just for fun there was always someone that I felt accountable to. Just as quickly as one relationship would end, it seemed that another would come along and despite my best efforts, the dreaded DTR (Define the Relationship) talk would come up. Through this experience, I’ve found that once a girl becomes involved in a relationship her goal becomes to hook up every single person she knows and thinks she becomes an expert on all relationship issues.
