Quick hits from the weekend

It’s interesting how much of a connection you have for your children. I have absolutely no objectivity at all as far as Abby is concerned. I really mean that. She might be a really funny looking baby, and I have no way of knowing, because I see her and I see the most beautiful baby in the world. She’s probably not that. But I just can’t tell.

Someone mentioned at church today that it felt like Simon and Garfunkel leading worship. I’m not quite sure how to respond to that. On one hand, I guess it means I wasn’t too flat on my harmonies, which is good. On the other hand, I don’t think that’s quite the feel we were going for with Not To Us. Oh well.

Also at church, I was talking to Jay L3e and Stewart approaches from the back and says “Hi, uncle Young!” Then when Jay turns around he says, “who are you?” That slayed me. People still can’t tell Young and Jay apart. Eli can’t to this very day.

At lunch today, we ran into an old coworker of mine. I’m always awkward when I see coworkers outside of work, because as you may or not know, I prefer to go by D@niel professionally. But with spouse and friends, I’m Danny. So when the worlds collide, no clue which way to go. Do I go by Daniel and confuse my friends, or Danny and confuse the coworkers? Today, after his wife introduced himself, I just said nothing. Rude, but at least I didn’t confuse anyone. I actually got found out recently at work when they called my cell from a conference room and got my message, which identifies me as Danny, and they all flipped out. I need to change that message.

This goes both ways for me, incidentally. I had no idea what to call Minho’s parents the year I lived with them so I grunted and pointed for an entire year. Caveman Danny/D@niel; that’s me.

I’ve also started taking my recycling to the Nexcycle station by Pak N’ Save. About 60¢ per small plastic bag of recycling. Not much, but it’s like minimal effort for free money.

For Mother’s Day dinner we went to Maggiano’s on Santana Row. The best word for Santana Row is “faux”. And I absolutely love it. It was a great night to eat outside, warm but not hot, decent food, nice environment with the faux urban feel, dining with my wonderful wife and child. Good times.

We ran into T@mmy W@ng there. And last time we went we ran into M3lody Low, who was with Singaporean friends. Random classmate run-ins.

Wow, pretty boring. What is this, Henry weekends?