I got home last night from work... and this is what my wonderful wife was cooking... my wife rocks!

So, with Eli's surgery and me taking some time off of work, there was some significant downtime when the kids were asleep, or during the evenings, etc. I decided to clean up and move my computer stuff/desk/etc to a new area of the house.

Here is my previous desk.



And here is my new and improved desk. Much more functional, a tad more spacious, and a bit more decorative (thanks to my wife). And organized!



It'll do!

For a long time now, our car situation was causing us some troubles. Mainly we didn't have enough room for our 2 kids and all the crap we take everywhere to accommodate every possible variation or difficulty that could happen (I shoulda been a boy-scout).

Anyways, here is the story: apparently my wife's sister recently bought a van for her growing family and just so happened to bring my wife along to help pick up the new vehicle. Makes sense so far.

My loving sister-in-law talks up the new van for a week or so, my wife and I have felt the need to grow out of our current car into something bigger (despite the gas prices, yikes). So, with our current state of family growth and my sister-in-law's slight pushing to go shop for a car... she offers to take Carolyn (my wife) for some test drives while I watch the kids @ home. Again, no problem, all is well. No worries.

I get a call from my wife. Who says they found an affordable car fitting all our needs. We talk for a bit and come to the conclusion, "sure, why not. buy it". Problem solved, all is well.

Carolyn tells me this morning when I get up that her sister is taking us out to dinner on Friday night. I said "great!, whats the occasion?". Apparently my sister-in-law got $200 for a referral for us buying our new car and felt guilty about it and wants to treat us.

This Friday night, I am totally buying the most expensive meal available wherever we go. Ha!




Oh, the new family vehicle is a 2005 Buick Rendezvous. Yay!

My son, Eli, had surgery over the weekend to repair his cleft pallet (roof of the mouth). Ouch! He has been "just ok" ever since the anesthesia wore off. He's so cute, but I feel bad for him.



He looks pretty sad, this was taken a couple days ago. I hear from my wife that he is doing better today. =)

So yeah, I'm sitting here at my desk at work and I get a phone call:

"Hi. Is this Jon Kiddy? My name is Kevin, I'm from Google and I'd like to talk to you about a document you downloaded regarding Corporate Compliance. Are you able to make decisions regarding compliance at Roswell Park?"

I said, yeaaaah, I just browsed a document on compliance recently (I think yesterday) about compliance for PCI regarding SSL. But I'm just a programmer, just hunting down some info like I do everyday as part of my job when needed.

He said, oh ok. Can I send a follow up email to you to pass along to your superiors regarding corporate compliance?

Sure, why not...

So yeah, I then get an email sent to my Roswell email (which I never game them) saying thanks for the small talk, here is his contact info. Apparently Kevin is the Regional Marketing Representative for North America from Google Enterprise...

I mean, where did this guy get my phone number, my email, and my name from? And more importantly, how did he know I was looking up that stuff recently?

Well, as a programmer, it is easy to guess where since Google is slowly taking over the world one Google Search at a time.

Scary stuff, imo.