Dale Miller

I really dislike it when I have to spend half the work day doing something that doesn’t need to be done.

This is just one of those days that I don’t feel like doing much of anything. I’m at work, so I have to accomplish a little, but it’s not likely to be one of my more productive days.

One of the things I have discovered about a long drive into work each morning is that I spend time thinking, often about strange things. This morning it was about family. I think I need to spend some time writing up a bit about my parents, mostly for my own edification, but partially for “posterity”. It just seems the thing to do. More on this later.

I have managed to get one of my co-workers seriously interested in old telephones. He has bought 4 off ebay now, and is planning to get more. He even has his wife interested in collecting them, and they are trying to figure out how to display them in a way that they can also be used. What have I started?

Dale is the 109th most common male name.

0.184% of men (around 225,400) in the US are named Dale.

(Dale is the 696th most common female name.
0.016% of females (around 20,400) in the US are named Dale.)

Miller is the 7th most common last name.

0.424% of last names (around 1,060,000) in the US are Miller.

source namestatistics.com

Just remember, if you’re “one in a million”, there are 300 just like you in this country alone.

When I woke up this morning and felt bad, I thought that it would be a good day for a thunderstorm. Now that I’m feeling better, I don’t want one. In some respects I enjoy them, but they wreak havoc with my satellite-based Internet connection. That’s the problem with living like a hermit — no DSL, no cable, and Little Rock ISPs are long-distance. I suppose I can survive without an Internet connection for the evening, but I don’t want to.

Yes, the cat of very little brain does, in fact, eat wasps.

My head hurts. I am seriously stopped up. I guess this might be the price I pay for filling my nose with water repeatedly on Sunday. It was still worth it, but right now I’m not too thrilled with the aftermath.

It’s bayleah’s birthday! I hope it’s a happy one.

Some people think I am obsessed with telephones. I don’t even come close to spending the money to buy this one.

Heather (youlovemycar) just came and picked up the stuff she had stored here. That’s both good and bad. Now I have the space back, and my house looks better, but I don’t have an excuse to get her back up here. I was such a goof… I didn’t even offer her dinner while she was here. I tend to lose higher mental function when in the presence of women I find attractive.

I should just add a signature line that says “I need a girlfriend”.

That reminds me of something. I was reading xsuperkidjoyx’s journal a couple of days ago, and it got me thinking. Whenever I have tried to keep a journal in the past, whether paper or online, it was with the understanding that it was my thoughts, and I was the only one ever likely to read it. With LiveJournal, that’s somewhat different. It’s still my thoughts, but am I writing because I want to set it down, or am I writing because I want people to read it? I decided it’s a little of both. Sometimes I just want to put things in because it helps bring a little bit of closure. Once I have actually set down a thought, it’s somehow more permanent, and I can quit turning it over in my head. The other part of it is that I do enjoy receiving comments on what I write. I guess it makes it seem like people care about me, even if, in many cases, it’s people that I’ve never met. I often comment on their entries as well, and none of them have told me to stop, so I suppose they don’t mind me too much. I wish I had started doing this several years ago, so I could look back on some of my entries and laugh. I don’t have that kind of documented history.

Something else I forgot to put down yesterday, in the excitement of Wild River Country. I was the victim of credit card fraud. Someone charged $2,500 worth of HGH, and a $485 car repair bill to one of my credit cards. I called and reported it, but it’s kind of scary. It’s not even a card that I use on a day-to-day basis, so I have to wonder how they obtained the number. I’ll probably never find out.

Someone decided to have an early dinner this evening. All three cats were in my bedroom and I heard someone eating cat food. Who could it be?

Yes, that’s right, my old “friend”, the opossum. Of course, now that I was up, the cats couldn’t just ignore him.

Have I mentioned that Oscar isn’t the brightest of cats? But, Mr. opossum had dinner and left. I guess I need to be ready to grab him and transport him somewhere far away when next he dines at the Miller residence.