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New year’s resolutions and science jokes

This morning the alarm clock rang at 6:15 am for the first time since December 22. It could have waited a while longer, in my opinion. I was getting used to those sleep-ins.

It’s January 2 and time to return to work. Things are slow today. Officially, it’s not a holiday for us, but most of our staff is taking a vacation day to say home and watch football (I guess.) I have set my DVR to tape the Gators in the Gator Bowl and will watch it tonight when I get home. The game is between two 6-6 teams, so who really cares if they see it “live?”

Looking back on 2011, it’s been a pretty good year. Our family has been, for the most part, healthy and happy. The year had few down spots, and many good times. My trip to Europe in the spring was a great experience.

Myself and my brother at the Cathedral of Notre Dame

I hope to make another trip soon, his time with Mrs. Poolman (although the trip with Mrs. P will not entail the military history focus.)

In catching up on some news-related Web sites, I came across all kinds of “New Year’s Resolutions” topics. One really rang a bell with me. Take a look at this column. It’s worth a short read. I wonder if he would mind if I just adopt his as mine also.

One of our scientists sent me an email with a joke voted the funniest by a group of scientists.  “I thought this would give you some insight into the people you work with,” he said.

A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them falls to the ground. He doesn’t seem to be breathing, his eyes are rolled back in his head. The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps to the operator: “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: “Just take it easy. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy’s voice comes back on the line. He says: “OK, now what?”

I had heard it before. Not great, but not as bad as it could be, like maybe something like this.

Q: Why are quantum physicists so poor at sex?

A: Because when they find the position, they can’t find the momentum, and when they have the momentum, they can’t find the position.

If you don’t “get it,” that’s OK. Most people not familiar with Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principal wouldn’t either.

On that weak note, here’s hoping everyone reading this has a great 2012!

Happy 2010!

I have been off of work for the past week. It has been busy, if not particularly exciting.

I got a call from my friend, Craig, while I was out walking for exercise last Tuesday. He wanted to know if I wanted to go golfing the next day. Normally that isn’t such an unusual call, but neither Craig nor I have played golf in years. I used to play a lot, although I was never any good. A round in the 90s was a great achievement. I fell out of practice when I moved to Savannah in the early 90s. None of my friends played much; it is time consuming and expensive, so I stopped playing frequently. I have probably averaged a round a year for the past ten years.

We went out and hit some balls Tuesday afternoon. Gradually something that vaguely resembled a swing started to come back. However, it was obvious I couldn’t hit anything longer than a 5-iron, even off the tee.

We played on Wednesday, with Craig’s son, Brian. Brian actually has some game and played well. Craig and I didn’t even keep score. I hit a few good shots, but there were a couple of holes on both the front and back where I just “picked up” and said the heck with it. It was still a good time. It was even worth not being able to move the next day without back stiffness.

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Mrs. Poolman and I spent much of the rest of the week working on the house. Our goal is to clean out our bedroom and paint it. Then, we want to finish out putting hardwood or laminate flooring in the bedrooms. (I put hardwood laminate in the remaining living areas of the house several years ago. That is a story all of its own.)

Since Friday, we dismantled our bed, moved our furniture out of the master bedroom and ripped up some seriously disgusting carpet. (Remember, we have both dogs and cats. The carpet was roughly 14 years old.)

This is still a work in progress. One major issue will be to try to match as closely as possible the hardwood-laminate that is in the rest of the house. We haven’t been able to track down the original brand and color.

Whatever we do, we will hire someone to do the actual installation. I did that once and it took darn near an entire summer of weekends. I have neither the tools nor the expertise (or patience, for that matter) to tackle four individual rooms with all the cutting that would be involved.

At this point the master BR is ready for painting hopefully that will get done tomorrow.

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We had a quiet New Year’s Eve. We stayed at home and cooked a great meal. We picked up some rib eye steaks and a couple of frozen lobster tails at Sam’s Club earlier in the day. I cooked both on the grill while Mrs. P tossed a Caesar Salad. I had never tried grilling the lobster tails, but they turned out GREAT! It certainly is not something we would do for quick-meal work night, but for a special occasion it was phenomenal! We watched a movie on the DVR, but Mrs. Poolman was asleep on the couch before 11 pm. I stayed up past midnight and walked out to greet my neighbors who were shooting off firecrackers. However, I was in bed by 1 am.

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There was an article in the local newspaper about a fatal traffic accident at roughly 2 am New Year’s morning just a couple of blocks from here.  Single car accident. 15-year old driver. (Legal driving age in Georgia is 16.) I feel so sorry for the kids’s family.  I am curious for follow-up information, however. What is heaven’s name is a 15 year old  high school freshman doing out driving at 2 am on New Year’s Eve night? Where were his parents and what did they think happened to the car? What a tragedy!

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From the Orlando Sentinel

The pride of the Big East conference walked into the teeth of the SEC last night. I’m happy to say that my Gators “schooled” the Cincinnati Bearcats. Better luck next year. Good bye, Tim Tebow! It’s been a great run!

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Painting tomorrow, followed by “back to work” on Monday.