Received Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:24:14 -0600 from Jeff Seal <jseal [at] stochasticaphelion [dot] com>

Yeah, we have not left yet.

Sure. You have a couple o kids and a pregnant wife and a brother in
law and work and a dirty van that needs to be washed and see how long
it takes you to get on the road.

Received Thu, 20 Oct 2005 23:31:02 -0600 from Jeff Seal <jseal [at] stochasticaphelion [dot] com>

South for the Winter. Well. Weekend.

Taking today off. Going to St. George with the family to stay in my
parents new home. I'm really kinda busy with things right now but
Rae insists and I give in easily. Should have fun. I'll take all my
List Apart articles and the camera. See if I can find some
relaxation. Back soon.

Received Thu, 20 Oct 2005 23:28:29 -0600 from Jeff Seal <jseal [at] stochasticaphelion [dot] com>

Matisse Turns 3 - Noah's a Peanut!

I just finished wrapping a bunch of princess paraphernalia for my
daughter. I'll leave all the presents around the house for her to
discover a bit as she moves about. Should be fun for her. I cannot
believe she is 3. 3 years ago this day was absolute hell in the
delivery room. And here we are, pregnant again. Anyway, Matisse is
very very excited for the new baby. She is always telling us of her
plans to play with the baby.

Earlier this week, Matisse had her pretend magic wand and was playing
with it. ( Actually, I *think* it is pretend. I've never actually
tried it out to see if it works. One sec. Nope. I just tried a
personal enlargement. No go. ) Where was I? Oh, right. So she
points her wand at Noah and says, "Noah! You're a peanut!" To which
Noah replied, "Matisse, I am not a peanut." Well, Matisse gets this
very calm face and says in a matter of fact way; "Yes. You are a
peanut. My magic wand made you a peanut." Noah goes on telling her
it is not real and that he is definitely not a peanut. This goes
back and forth, back and forth. Noah yelling that he is no peanut
while Matisse keeps assuring him that he is, in fact, very much a
peanut. LOOOL! Boy was Noah really bent about being a peanut.

So, as she gets older, I find she is already coming into her own
abilities to ruthlessly torture her brother.

Received Thu, 20 Oct 2005 23:17:44 -0600 from Jeff Seal <jseal [at] stochasticaphelion [dot] com>

Passat. Hey, I got gas, not the car.

I knew I was low on fuel. But I'll be damned if my 'Hey! I'm
thirsty! Need Fuel" light did not come on. So I kinda thought I was
ok. Nope. I wasn't. Ran right out of gas way in the hell out west
while taking the company health insurance payment to IHC. ( payment
was late again, but that is another story of frustration that is for
another time. And not my fault to bear either ) Anyway, I thought my
car was broken or something. I briefly spoke with a mechanik at VW
and he said 'Try Gas'. Yep. Worked.

Anyway, I was just thinking that a car with the word 'ass' in it's
name should be able to create it's own gas. However, after reading
the manual, it seems that it actually describes the driver. hey...
what the hell!