Anyone ever deal with these beasts?
Beasts...not really, they're PDA's of sorts.
I'm trying to get a program written that allows my 8866 to talk to the QL320 printer via bluetooth.
I got their sample program to work, but of course they didn't give any code.
I'm an ABAPer, with very limited knowledge of
Sean D.
After forgetting to turn my Alarm clock on last night, I woke up late, ended up getting into work at my normal time, instead of sooner.
My wife is getting a little tired of me "mother Hen"ing her all the time, plus if I get out of the house, she should be able to sleep a little better.
I hate to leave her alone, but she knows where to call if she needs anything, me, my mom, her mom.
The last 3 days have been better, not great, but definitely better. We been able to laugh, and carry-on with our families, kind of a nice break. I've come to understand a little better of what she needs. Really needs, some of which I can give her, some that will just take time, some the Doctor knows.
The last couple days, the best thing I was doing for her was answering questions, remembering the day, the time we had with Zach (She informed me I've been spelling it wrong, we never got a chance to really discuss it). We talk about the nurses, who was emotionally, the Doctor's attitude, the pain drugs, the messiness of it all. Everytime I tell her what I remember she seems to relax some, I seem to remember a little more. She seems to remember a little more. It's a weird sort of therapy, but it seems to be working.
After about an hour or 2 of this she seems almost back to her old self. I say almost, no matter what, I still feel like my soul has be irrepairably damaged. I know her's must feel worse.
We have the bereavement group this week, I'm not really sure what that'll all be about, but I'm open.
Well I guess I should get to work. No point on actually coming in if I don't do anything.
Keep the faith, no matter what faith it is...
Sean
What a beautiful F^&%ing friday....
All week I've been working from home, I went into work briefly Wednesday, but could stand it yet.
Anyway, today I am P.O.'d. I normally work 7:30 to 4. Last night I got an email at 5pm saying, "The QA Server will refreshed tonight. Please back up your work."
First thing you have to understand, the moron's in HQ, do not understand the proper way to setup a development system. We currenty have 3 systems, Development, QA, and Production. I'd do development on the Dev server EXCEPT, the data is 3 years old, and it's missing it's configuration.
So Dev gets done on QA, which gets refreshed every Friday NIGHT. not Thursday night at 6pm.
To continue the story, we've been working on setting up another plant. I've been working on alot of the production ordering system.
All the work I've done for the past week is now gone. I could have taken the whole week off, and been exactly where I am today.
It's bad enough my insides want to scream before this... I feel like decking someone.
I'm pissed at myself too, I shouldn't trust those igits, I should back my stuff up everyday.
I'm hoping my boss gives them an ear full.
This day has not started off well.
Happy f'ing Friday.
Sean
It's now Sunday, 1:42 PM according to the Waste Management Clock on the wall. (Free clock night at the Senators game couple years ago).
Things for me are healing, but I'm the Dad, I suspected they would heal faster. I'm getting through the day with less crying and more living. Amy is a rougher, she questioning everything, did we do the right thing, did the doctors do all the could, why we didn't do anything last week...hindsight is 20/20. I keep trying to convince her that it's not her fault. I'm quickly realizing, a father's logic is no match for a mother's guilt.
There's a bereavement group in at the Hospital, right now I think we maybe the only one who will be going. But maybe if we do, others with losses will show up too. Here's me being objective again.
There's also a counselor (spelling) we used to see, I'm going to try for an appointment with him as well. She needs to speak to more people than me, and I need to know what to say when it's just us. I'm a comp Sci major, she was the psychology major. Knowing the Big O time of a Quicksort ain't helping.
I should wrap this up for now. I let her rest for a while, I should doing some checking.
Sean
why?
Zachary Evan Noel
Born 8/17/05
Died 8/17/05
my first child, my first son.
3 months early.
1 lb 14 oz.
13 inches long.
Last Saturday, my wife an I awoke to find him active in her stomach. kicking so hard I could see it without touching. Everything was great...
Wednes 3am, something's not right. no kicking, back pains, front pains. Doctor says to come up to the Hospital.
Infection, mother and child. Some how the mucus plug went MIA, and infection got in.
5:40 am, Zack was born.
around 7am Zack died.
It amazing, I hurt so damn bad. so bad bad bad bad bad bad.........
I was worried I wouldn't connect with him when he came. I have a niece who's 11 years younger than me. I remember her birth I babysat her often. I couldn't stand babies or kids because of that.
Zack made me better, never has anyone had that effect on me, and in so short of time.
I want 10 kids now, the more the merrier. I miss him. why............why did this have to happen?
Some people are on this Earth 100 years, and accomplish nothing. Zack was here for 6 months in womb and 1 1/2 hour on the outside. He made a difference.
We buried him today, 10:00. Father McNeil gave a wonderful sermon, and I have felt better since. He's an awesome preist, compasionate and understanding. Go that coffin was small, my boy is in there !!!!!!!! I want him back!!!! DAMNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.why.
we will get through this. My wife is hurting bad. we both want to escape, it's so sureal. I jsut setup the changing table on Sunday. Damn thing was missing some pieces. Cheap peice of crap.
Amy's 3 year old cousin asked a poinant question:
"If God wanted him back, why did he have to kill him?"
I've never hurt like this. never, nothing compares.
I am thankful that Amy is ok, she on anti-biotics. Physically repairing, mentally scarred. I'm doing the best I can for her, she needs me, I need her, we need each other to survive. I've never thought of offing myself before, I won't don't worry. I need to be here for my wife and our families. I can't let this support network unravel.
Father said that Zack was a Saint, baptized, no sins...clear definition. We don't have to wait for the 3 miracles. That just applies to people who have tests of conscience.
He said they'd be saying a Mass for him and us, mostly for us, he doesn't need it. He's already in heaven. He's with God. And that Zack will be pulling the strings to make sure when die we can come to him.
He's buried in the infant section of the cemetary. We plan on getting him a since stone memorial. I should have to do this. This is not the way life is suppose to go.
Do me a favor, hug your baby, whether he's and hour old, or 65 years old. Hug them. Kiss them, tell them you love'em. Please. Once they're gone, kissing a memorial stone, is not the same.
Keep the faith. I'm trying....
Sean & Amy Noel
Oh what an appropriate title...
Most Americans know about the Battle of Gettysburg. 3 days in July, sweltering heat in wool uniforms, thousands dead or dying. Jenny Wade only civilian casualty of the battle, (stray bullet). Picketts Charge, Devil's Den, The Wheatfield, the Peach Orchard...yada yada yada...
That's only one side of the 'burg.
Now aday's you have other battles.
1. The Park Service wants to close the park at sundown, to prevent drunks, druggies and ghost hunters. {sarcasm} They don't want those weirdo's in the parks. {/sarcasm} They actually did put Ghost hunters in the same category as the rest. Ooh. That set off a battle. Their have been letters and congresscritters and all sorts of newspaper articles invovled in this battle. Why don't they just issue Permits to Ghost Hunters, say $5 permit for the year. You don't have a permit after dark, you get the fined.
2. More about ghosts. In the last few years Ghost Walks have sprung up in town. During the peak of the tourist season you can walk down town with out dealing with a crowd of people standing around some person in period clothes telling stories. They are everywhere. Now we have "Official" Walks, and the Unofficial walks. There is one group who want's to get exclusive rights to do the walks, killing the competition. Hmm, I'm not sure whick side of this I'm on.
a. 1 company = less hassles around town
or
b. 1 company = anti-competetive practices
I don't care about gouging the tourists. If they want to spend the money, let'em.
3. Townie's vs the Torons.
I just want to go home, and the fricken toron went the wrong way around the Square (turn-about, circle...whatever you want to call it). Or, It now takes 30 minutes instead of 5 to go from the Wheatfield back to work. (I know you city folk may scoff at my traffic issues, but it sucks to me.)
I like the quite reverence the Battlefield exudes, except when 15 fricken Motor Coaches try to pull up on Little Round Top. (love them diesel fumes!)
The infra-structure of this town really can't handle the amount of tourist's that come to visit.
4. The People vs the Local Government. Taxes...go figure. What isn't owned by the Park Service is owned by the College (Gettysburg College) The remaining remnants is divided up by the actual inhabitants of the town. Here's the problem: not much taxable land...therefore tax the hell out of the land you can tax. Property taxes are outlandish. The College doesn't pay them, neither does the Park Service. oof. Not good for the little people. I actually live about 12 miles away, my taxes are high, but not G-burg levels.
5. Wow they just keep coming... The "National Tower". Back in the 70's I think, a huge tower was erected on the outskirts of the Battlefield. It gave visitors an amazing view of the whole area. But it was deemed an eye-sore. It stayed open till a few years ago when the Park Service bought it. They promptly tore it down. It was quite dramatic, they had cannoneers fire their guns, the tower buckled and fell. You would think this battle would be over, but no. For the past few years since the demise of the tower, a court battle has been going on dealing with the price the tower was sold for. Was 4 Million or 7? was it a fair amount? blah blah blah. The people who sold it still have not received any money from the sale. (suckers!) I'm thinking it could be a while yet.
6. oh damn forgot the biggie...Casino's in Gettysburg? Not in the town proper, just outside in an adjoining township. The county commissioner's were all for it, till the public cried foul, now they're back peddling a little. It's pretty unlikely that the Gaming Commission will approve a license, with all the people complaining about it.
How do I feel about it? We'll the site they want to build on is right on my commute to work. So I know I don't want the added traffic.
Also the area is home to a cool Ground Hog that I see on occasion. I'll be driving by, he'll be out munching on grass or whatever it is he eats. I like groundhogs, nasty as they can be.
The Daily Show did a 5 minute stint on this issue, surprised the hell out of me that they picked it up.
I could keep going but I'll stop for now. As you can see though, the Civil War is still going on here. Some where in this town some one is fighting some one. Maybe not with rifles, but they are still fighting.
Sean D.
Since the last entry we've heard a faint heart beat, received tons of clothes, bought stuff at yard sales. I'm guessing this is typical.
Damn those hormones though...sheesh. And the fact that she is in between sizes, kind of maternity but not full maternity, it takes her about 3 to 4 outfits to look at or try on every morning till she's either given up or found something adequate. I do appreciate the added cleavage though. A temporary benefit, it's the least that God could do for me I guess.
But seriously, all seems to be going well. She has her next appt Friday, no ultra-sounds yet, so we're still in a holding pattern of sorts.
Other than our growing anticipation, nothing much else is happening here in ol' Gettysburg. (except for maybe the arrival of the Tor-on's).
Gettysburg will possibly be the topic of a secondary journal...much to discuss...
Sean D.
Yesterday we received the official report from the OB/GYN...Yes, there is a baby in there, and it's about 5 1/2 weeks along. We thought it was only about 3 weeks, so we were a little surprised.
That puts us at Dec 3 as a initial due date, according the nurse.
Sean D.
OK, at the first entry, we had taken (well she had taken) 1 test. Now we are at a total of 4 tests, all positive. So she made the call to the Doctor.
Today we shall have an official report, however, as stated before, it's too damn early to be excited. Anyway the changes have started.
Talk has begun about disposing of my prize possession, my 1998 Firebird V6, 62,000 miles, Very Good condition. Luckily I do have a champion that has steped up to save my car before it becomes "Used Car" material. Of all people, it's my In-laws.
My father-in-law said he'd "buy" from me, store it, in one of his many out buildings, and provided that there were no expensive emergencies I could "buy" it back later on down the line. Sounds great, all he's asking for is help laying concrete in the building that would be it's new home. I can do that.
Snag: Wife, "I don't really want my parents buying it..." arghhhh...she worries to much. We will see how this plays out.
At any rate, I'll probabaly end up with something "more practical". I'm aiming for a Tacoma Xtended cab. NO mini-vans. I flat out refuse. I keep throwing in the RX-8 as a possibility, "But Honey, it has 4 doors!"
Sean D.
Ok, rarely if ever do you see me put something down in a journal. Well, I'm going to try something.
For the next 9 or so months, I'll try to describe our baby adventures. I'll try to do it on a regular basis, but who know what "regular basis" will mean.
Please excuse the spelling/grammar errors.
OK, here we start:
0 hour...
We were thinking something was up for the last week or so. My wife has been off all her meds for the last 2 months and it had been hell. Then all of a sudden, a good week. Mood happy, no issues, and this was suppose to be a PMS week. Odd. We at first thought, "Maybe your body is finally rid of the meds?". Then came, "I'm late", and finally last night, the little digital display said "Pregnant". My first instinct was "oh shit, now what", even though we have been planning this. When my Mom was pregnant for the first time, my Dad must have actually said that, he's still paying for it today, 40 years later. So I didn't say it.
But now while I'm happy, I'm also little scared. I do have baby type experience. When I was 11 my sister had her first kid. I was the primary babysitter. My niece and I are more like siblings, so we fought like siblings at times. My nephew came along when I was 19, so things were a little different with him. I was never positive about the kid thing, whether I wanted one or not. It wasn't until my wife and I declared, "No Kids!" that I realized we could be making the greatest mistake of our lives.
My wife and I do have strong relationship, been married nearly 5 years, no doubts, or trust issues. We're very lucky to have what we have, compared to how our friends marriages have gone. Even without children they had issues, and then the children, through no fault of their own, exacerbated those issues.
I'm hoping and working so we don't fall into that situation.
Well anyway, now what? I guess we call the doctor, get official confirmation. The nursery is already decorated, previous owners did that, "Classic Pooh". I just need to get all the crap out of it.
I get the feeling this is just the tip of the iceberg.
Sean D.
Make sure your code does nothing gracefully.
