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Dell Poweredge 2950 mystery, 1 year

I have been fighting with a Dell Poweredge 2950 server we have here for months.  We bought a couple of these servers and loaded them up with multiple processors, huge hard drives and tons of RAM.    However after the server was brought online we noticed that we were getting poor network performance.  Specifically, a process that pulled data across the network that used to take 2 or 3 seconds with an older, less powerful server now was taking nearly double the amount of time with the new lighting fast hardware.

So I did a Google search for “poor network performance Dell Poweredge 2950″ and was bombarded with results.  Tons of other people were having similar problems with bad network performance on their 2950’s as well.  Most of the information pointed the finger at the internal dual Broadcom NIC’s and specifically their TOE capability.  TOE is a feature in NIC’s that is supposed to increase network performance, well apparently in it’s implementation in the 2950 often causes more problems than good.

I read about several solutions to the issue such as  disabling the ” TCP Chimney”  by issuing the command “Netsh int ip set chimney DISABLED ”  as well as changing some registry entries to turn off the functionality.  I went as far as removing the TOE hardware key from the server to intentionally break TOE.  It made no difference, I still was seeing slower network performance on the new server.

So I decided to get drastic.  I ordered a dual port Intel NIC for the server and disabled the onboard Broadcom NICS.  I slapped the Intel NIC into the server, confident that this would finally eliminate my issue.  Imagine my frustration when I fired up the server, did a test and again saw similar results. WTF.

I already had tried the simple things like different cables, connecting directly to the switch and verifying connection settings on the switch.  The switch ports didn’t show any symptoms of a bad connection like dropped frames or corrupted packets.  

Well I was running out of ideas so I decided to get a new gigabit ethernet switch and connect the problem server to it as well as the server I am trying to copy data to and from.  I hooked the switch up, did my file copy test and STILL I see results that are worse than the 5 year old servers it is replacing.  

I’m very annoyed.  We have used Dell servers exclusively since I started down here and for the most part have had no problems with them.  However I don’t think I should have to jump through hoops to get a brand new server to at least perform on par with older hardware from a network perspective.

I guess it’s time for some more Google searching…

I just noticed in the “year ago post” that we had Buttons put to sleep one year ago today.  It instantly made me very sad.  That day was one of the worst I can remember.

Not a p%ssy, muddy, mother’s day

It was a jam packed weekend, the busiest I can recall in awhile. On Friday I had my last day of at home training on Exchange 2007. I asked the instructor about how long class would run that day because ideally I wanted to get on the road during the afternoon for the drive up to Orlando.  The instructor said the last module was about unified messaging which basically means tying exchange into your phone system, something we will never be doing in my situation, so I decided to skip it.

I loaded up the van with the two dogs and left my house about 3:30 to pick up Taylor, my fantasy football buddy whose wife was running in the Muddy Buddy with Alison.  We cruised up to our time share outside of Disney in the party van.  It was hot as hell on Friday, the party van AC was barely able to keep the cabin tolerable in the 90+ degree temps.  Finally about 90 minutes into the drive the AC caught up and cooled things off nicely. The van performed just fine otherwise.

  Alison and Michelle drove up together earlier with Michelle’s two young boys, they had to pick up their race packet. We called Ali ahead of time to let them know we were getting close.  They used our ETA to plan pizza delivery around the same time.  We chowed down on two large cheese pizzas shortly after walking in the door.  

We stayed at our timeshare in two adjoined units, one two bedroom and a one bedroom unit.  This was our first time staying in a one bedroom unit.  There is a big difference between the two we found out. The two bedroom units have a nice big kitchen with a full size dishwasher, sink and stove.  They also have a large bathroom that includes an over sized shower as well as a whirlpool tub.  The one bedroom units have one small counter as the “kitchen”  It includes a tiny Fisher Price size sink,  a small square that has a couple electric burners with no oven and a mini-dishwasher that is about half the size of a normal unit.  The bathrooms are equally reduced with much smaller dimensions and a conventional bathtub/shower.    The two bedroom units get a large projection TV, we had a small 27 inch tube tv.  In the big picture it didn’t really matter, we weren’t there to cook gourmet meals, take luxurious baths or watch copious amounts of TV.  I was just surprised about the degree of difference in the amenities between the two units.

The dogs acted like I would expect them to act.  Sadie was happy to see everyone, including the two kids.  Nicki was her normal cautious self, retreating to the safety of the spot between Ali or my legs if she felt threatened.  After eating Taylor and I were assigned the duty of hitting the local grocery store.  We went to King’s Supermarket, a small store with inflated prices, no visible shopping carts (hand baskets only) and looks that were fashionable in 1978.  I found the lack of shopping carts particularly annoying.  Ali gave me a lengthy list that included a lot of liquids that quickly became seriously heavy.  Before long I was trudging through the aisles while my forearms strained to hold the basket that was easily approaching 50 pounds in weight.  My check out lady was a big chubby woman that looked to have a bit of chin hair.  Her demeanor was appropriately grumpy for the store.  The next time I am in Orlando I’ll drive the extra 3 miles to the Publix down the road. We didn’t stay up late on Friday since the women were supposed to be at the race site no later than 6:30 am.

Saturday after a rather unrestful sleep due to sleeping an foreign queen size bed with Sadie wedged between us I hopped out of bed and got ready.  I loaded up the bike onto the bike rack I had attached to the back of the van and we loaded up the dogs and kids between our two vehicles.  As we approached the Wide World of Sports complex traffic picked up immensely.  3500 participants plus spectators will do that.  We were directed to a parking spot, unloaded the bike and headed towards the race area.

Before we came up to Orlando Ali had contacted the tournament directors to verify that dogs were allowed at the event.  We didn’t want to have me come along with the dogs only to be relegated to staying at the timeshare while Ali competed.  Ali was assured that dogs were allowed since the event took place outside the main park area in the surrounding area.  Well as we walked along I half heard some park employee that was pretty far away yell something in our direction about no dogs being allowed, I ignored it and kept walking.  He was too busy directing the incoming flood of vehicles to do much about it.  Then another woman said something to Ali about no pets being allowed.  Ali explained that she checked ahead of time and was told that dogs were fine as long as they stayed outside the main park area.  The woman didn’t know that and said that was fine then.

The area was flooded with people and bikes.  It didn’t take long at all for me to regret the idea of bringing the dogs along to the event.   Trying to keep two dogs at bay with a hurricane of activity around you was brutal.  They were constantly pulling me in opposite directions.  Of course lots of people thought they were cute and wanted to interact with them.  Sadie welcomed the attention and Nicki was happy to defer all of that attention to her.  Ali and Michelle came back after signing in with unhappy looks on their face.  They found out that their wave didn’t start until 8:09 meaning we had about an hour and a half to kill.  To Ali this was really annoying, to me I didn’t care much except for having to control the dogs for that much longer.  

It wasn’t hard to keep yourself entertained during those 90 minutes.  The Muddy Buddy is famous for contestants adorning all sorts of funny costumes to compete.  This event was no different.  Everywhere you looked there was one team wearing an outfit more outrageous than the next.  I could have just sat there and done people watching the entire time.  

Finally we approached the girls start time.  Ali went first as she was riding the bike followed by Michelle who ran first.  The way it works is each team member alternates between riding and running.  In between each segment is a little mini-obstacle you have to complete.  The grand finale after completing the roughly 6 mile course is a military style crawl through a mud filled pit.  We saw some of the early participants finishing up before Ali and Michelle started, they were getting quite dirty.

We figured we had roughly an 1:15 before the girls would cross.  We spent the time just hanging out with the boys and the dogs.  I found some shade for the dogs to site in by a tent, it was getting quite warm out by 8:30.  I spent some time talking to a team that finished earlier that comprised of  40 and 46 year old brother in laws.  They told me how they just started running a year ago.  They were in very poor shape when they started.  The one guy said he could barely run a single mile at a 10 minute mile pace at first.  In the span of a year they both have improved dramatically, dropping a ton of weight in the process.  Now they run as well as doing triathlons.  They can do a 5K in a sub 7 minute mile pace which is cooking along.  They were very excited about triathlons and both expressed regret that they waited until so late in life to discover the enjoyment they found in competing in fitness events.

While I was standing there talking to the guys a little boy came up that was fascinated with the dogs.  He sat on the ground indian style next to Sadie and petted her for at least 10 minutes or so.  He just loved her.  I had to laugh when he whispered to me, “Does she have any tickle spots?”

While we were walking around I was stopped by yet another Disney employee, this time a red headed, dorky looking kid that came up to me tried to say in an authoritative tone “Sir, dogs are not allowed on the grounds…”  After being accosted twice already about this and being two hours deep into the frustration of trying to manage two dogs at a large event my patience meter was on rock bottom.  I said to the kid in an annoyed voice “Look, my wife contacted the event organizers ahead of time and they told us it was fine to bring the dogs with”   Red fires back “Well that is not up to them. (the event organizers)”  Well his large and in charge attitude broke the chains loose on any sort of politeness I may have had remaining in my body.  “Okay then, why don’t you just TRY to throw me out then.”  The punk kid returns with “Oh we WILL….”  I say “Ok why don’t you try to throw me out and we will see how that turns out” daring the kid to try to escalate the situation.  He pushed my ON button where all common sense leaves the body and all that is left is venom and anger.  I was ready to really make a scene.  

I just walked away from the kid.  As I did he said something like “I will have to contact my supervisor…”  Whatever kid, I continued on my way.  I already was planning how I was going to bust the little prick in two if he laid one finger on me.  As we walked away Taylor asked what the deal was, I quickly gave him the lowdown.  Red kept me in sight as he talked to his supervisor.  He got the word that it was INDEED fine for dogs to be there as long as they stayed outside the main gates.  He came over to tell me it was ok.  I barely acknowledged him as i could have cared less what the kid said and kept walking.  It was a page straight out of my dad’s fabled history of confrontations.  It was very similar to various angry encounters I have seen him get into over the years.  Oh well, I just don’t seem to have much tolerance for bullshit anymore.

So anyway around 9:15 we headed over to the mud pit so we could photograph the girls trudging through it.  Taylor and I waited and waited as we carefully scanned the teams coming through, looking for Ali and Michelle.  We now were past the time period that we estimated.  I figured they may have had some difficulty along the way or something.  Well low and behold the two of them, covered in mud came up and said HI.  They said they finished at least 10 minutes ago and were looking for us.  Taylor and I could not believe that we both missed them and were pissed we missed the photo opportunity.  Oh well there was nothing we could do now.  The girls told us about the race.  Ali said it was one of toughest things she ever had to do physically but it was also lots of fun, even with a mud pit to climb through.

Ali and Michelle said they would go try to hose down in the shower area while we made our way back to the vehicles.  They showed up at the cars just as dirty as when they started, they said there was only a trickle of water coming out of the hoses by the time they got to them.  We just covered the seats in towels and they took very lengthy showers back at the timeshare.

Ali was tired and laid down to take a nap.  Michelle took Parker to the pool while Taylor and I just hung out for awhile.  Once Michelle returned Parker kept talking about “go-karts”.  We weren’t sure how he heard about them.  Taylor and I saw a brief commercial for a place that had go karts the night before but we don’t remember if Parker was even in the room when it was on.  Well we decided to go to the local amusement park that was advertised on tv. Ali was cool with just hanging out at the timeshare with the dogs.

Well the first thing that caught my eye when we entered were these massive steel columns.  Attached to the columns were a few wires.  later I saw a little speck up by the single tower.  That speck was a person about to be dropped. Yep, I needed to check that out later.  So we walked in and saw the ultra-cool go kart tracks we saw on tv.  Instead of a boring old flat course, these tracks went up and down, almost like racing in a parking garage.  We went to the ticket booth to find out our options.  We wound up buying the unlimited ride arm bands that cost $35.  I asked about the crazy looking tower thing.  The girl behind the counter said that was called the Sky Coaster and it normally costs an incredible $40 to ride it one time.  However since I opted for the unlimited ride pass I was able to purchase a ticket for the Skycoaster for half price.  Hmmm I’ll keep that in mind.

So we all piled into the go-karts, me in the single rider cart and Michelle and Taylor in the tandem carts, each with one of the boys.  We get the green light and off we go.  The course immediately heads up a spiraling ramp.  Even though you are climbing, the karts are powerful enough to keep you moving at a decent pace.  Finally I got to the top of the long climb.  I freaked out a bit as I crested the hill and at first didn’t see anything on the other side.  There was a steep, very long drop into a sharply banked turn.  I picked up speed quickly as I went down the hill.  Once I hit the banked turn I practically bounced through it.  The track was rather ripped up in the area and the combination of high speeds with the banked turn resulted in the driver getting tossed around quite violently.  Go-karts don’t have shock absorbers. 

There were lots of younger kids on the ride that were driving like it was a Nascar race, just like I did when I was younger.  However now I was just happy to swing to the outside and let the speed demons pass.  After a four or five minute ride we were flagged back into the pits.  I got out of my kart fully expecting both boys to be crying from the crazy ride.  Nope, just the opposite, they both loved it, go figure.  We found out that the first track we went on turned out to be the best one.  They had one other elevated track and two conventional flat tracks.  The flat tracks didn’t have tandem carts so we didn’t even bother with them.  The other elevated track was good but nothing matched the thrill of heading down the huge drop that the “Vortex” offered.  I told Taylor that I NEVER saw anything remotely like that in go-kart world, neither did he.  We joked that Parker now has already experienced the pinnacle of go-karting at 3 years old, anything else will pale in comparison.

So as we were walking around Michelle was encouraging me to do the Skycoaster.  She was with us when I did the sling shot thrill ride at the county fair a couple years back so she knew I was up to the challenge.  I told her I wasn’t scared to do it.  The cost was more of a deterrent than the fear.  Well Michelle kept saying I should do it.  I eventually decided to bite the bullet. I plunked down my 20 bucks and headed to the launch pad.

There is a flight suit they have to hook you up in for the ride.  It looked hi-tech and safe enough with multiple hooks and straps.  They walked me out to a hydraulic platform that they raised 20 or 30 feet to get me hooked in.  They hooked me in and told me to lean forward, as I did so I flipped front and found myself suspended in the horizontal position.   The platform was lowered and I started getting pulled slowly upward.  I was pretty calm during the first half or so of the ascent.  The fear kicked in when I heard a disconcerting CLICK accompanied with a jolt.  I wasn’t sure if something just clicked into or out of place.  The trip to the top of the 300 foot tower takes awhile.  As I was pulled up I tried to concentrate on looking out over the horizon.  I made the mistake of looking straight down once or twice as I neared the top.  That was not a good idea.  I was up so damn high, people looked like ants below.

The ride has an interesting twist.  Once you are suspended at the top of the tower you are the one that has to make the commitment to drop.  You do this by pulling a rip cord that releases you from the wire that pulled you up.  I decided the quicker I did it the better so as soon as I heard the instructions to pull the cord I yanked it, I didn’t want to hang out up there longer than necessary.

Wow the next few seconds were pretty terrifying.  As soon I as I pulled the cord I heard a click like a bomb was being released.  The relative quiet at the top of the pole was replaced with the deafening sound of wind rushing by my ears.  I went from a horizontal position to a head straight down vertical position where I experienced free fall for a few seconds.  I imagine it was the same feeling you get bungee jumping or jumping off a building.  It was nuts.  Slowly the tension in the wires catches you and you start to arc out over the lake.  Supposedly you can reach speeds approaching 80mph during the fall.   Once the arc started I knew I was going to survive and the fear quickly dissipated.

The ride operators reeled me back onto the platform and got me down.  I asked the one guy if they ever had people get pulled up to the top but then freeze and can’t pull the cord. “Oh yea man, all the time…”  I can understand how that could happen, it’s pretty terrifying imagining falling from the the top of the equivalent of a 30 story building.  Well anyway I got out of the flight suit and went out to Michelle and Taylor who couldn’t believe I did it.  They were scared for me just watching.  Taylor had his video camera with and tried to record the event.  However he wasn’t expecting me to drop so quickly once I hit the top and he lost track of me.  The staff of course had a video they shot of the event that I could buy for $15.  They had the video playing as I walked off the ride.  They did a good job of capturing it.  I figured I would probably never do this again so I plunked down the 15 for the footage.  If you want to see it on YouTube you can see it here. (scroll about 45 seconds into it to bypass the boring title screen)

For awhile after the ride I was still on an adrenalin rush.  I was proud of myself for doing something many people would never entertain doing.  I found myself looking back up the towers and thinking how I was hanging up there at the top a few minutes ago, crazy.  We rode the go-karts a few more times and then called it a day.  We all had a great time.

On the way back we called in a take out order to Carrabas for dinner. Taylor and I picked it up.  During dinner I fired up the laptop and showed Ali the video.  She couldn’t believe I did it.  She said she was glad she wasn’t there as she would have been sweating bullets just watching me.  After dinner we hung for a little before the kids had to be put to bed.  While they were trying to get them to go to sleep I laid down in our bed for a bit.  Before I knew it I had passed out and remained in bed until around 10.  I was obviously tired.  I watched the end of the Cavaliers/Hawks playoff game before falling back asleep for good.

Sunday morning I “slept in” till 6am when the dogs decided it was time to wake us up.  Ali was nice enough to come out with me to walk them.  I was very tired of getting twisted like a pretzel trying to walk both of them at the same time.  After the walk Ali went back to bed while I started slowly getting things together for our departure.  It was Mother’s Day so I wanted to do something nice for Ali.  I made her luxurious breakfast in bed that consisted of two pieces of peanut butter toast and orange juice served in a coffee mug.  She appreciated the effort and liked the Mother’s day cards I bought her.

After everyone was up we packed up the vehicles and pushed off between 9 and 10.  Taylor and Michele were taking the kids to Magic Kingdom on Sunday before heading home.  I was not jealous, walking around Disney with two kids in sweltering mid 90 temps did not sound like fun.  We thanked them for the good time and rolled out of there.  On the way home on I-4 I saw a bizarre site.  I immediately pointed to it and told Ali to look!  In the back of an old Chevy pick up truck were two tremendously fat women sitting in plastic patio chairs.  Now keep in mind we were travelling approximately 75 mph on an open highway.  I can’t describe how funny this looked.  I immediately fumbled for my Iphone, I had to get electronic proof of this.  I tried to keep the phone low, just peeking out over the dash so the women would not know I was photographing them.  I was able to snap off 5 or 6 pics of them.  Somehow these pictures need to get included in the various redneck email forwards that you see several times a year.  I can only imagine that the patio chairs in the back seat was the only way all three of them could travel in the vehicle at once.  The two heffers definitely wouldn’t have been able to cram into the cab. Central Florida, once you get outside of the Disney/Orlando area is serious redneck country . Even so, this was a sight that had to be seen to be believed.

Once we got home we had a bit of a mad scramble going on.  In a couple hours time we had to get the van unpacked, go get groceries, pick up the car that was left at Michelle’s house and get a few things done around the house before leaving to take mom to Mother’s Day dinner.  We managed to get it all done and be out the door by 5:15 or so.  On the way to mom’s I stopped and grabbed her a replacement toilet flapper.  I told her I would take care of her running toilet the next time I was out to her place.  We also brought along the present I bought for her up in Orlando, a new vacuum cleaner.  Mom had been complaining about how heavy our old unit was that we gave her after we bought the Dyson.  I found a super-light, bagless Dirt Devil model at a Super Target that seemed to fit all the criteria.

I was happy that mom was thrilled when she opened the box.  I told her I would finish the toilet repair and the vacuum assembly after dinner.  We had a nice dinner at Watermark Grille although the service seemed a bit slow based on the amount of people there.  We thought it would be jam packed but instead we were able to sit right down.  I decided to go with something unconventional for me, crab cakes.  It was very good.  Since it was mother’s day I couldn’t give Ali stink eye about getting desert for once.  We shared a piece of ultra-rich penaut butter pie thing.  It tasted good with the cup of coffee I had as well. 

After dinner I finished up the toilet repair and vacuum assembly.  Mom did a test run of the vacuum and said it was much, much easier to push than the big unit she had been using for a couple years.  My toilet repair appeared to be successful as well, there were no annoying sounds of water leaking after the tank filled.   Both Ali and I were exhausted from the whirlwhind weekend.  It felt wonderful to lay down in our own bed, even if it was rather dog hair covered since we weren’t able to do our normal sheet washing routine….

If you want to see all the pics from the weekend, go here.

Dirt Dog on life number 3

I forgot to mention that yesterday I fired up the Dirt Dog that was sitting at the bottom of the pool for God knows how long on Sunday.  I was very surprised to press the button and have it start to run normally.  A few seconds into the run though the brush motor shut off so the robot is going to require some surgery.  I bought a replacement brush motor and logic board for the unit yesterday on eBay.  One of those two items should resuscitate it.  I really can’t believe this thing has taken a swim three times and lived to clean another day.  Tough little guy.

A-hole armadillo, dumb dog

I really am starting to hate armadillos.  Several times a week I am out there with a shovel trying to fill in the dozens of holes the little bastard leaves in our yard under the cover of darkness.  I am now at the point where I am going to actively try to rid myself of the thing.  Last night I left the one rear spotlight hot so it could hopefully turn on when the armadillo is in the vicinity to scare it away.  I also was doing some reading on how to get rid of them.  One suggestion was to spread mothballs around the areas where they are digging.  Armadillos have a keen sense of smell and they hate the smell of mothballs.  There is also various repellents you can buy.  If all that fails you can try to trap the thing and relocate it.  And then of course there are those that just use a shotgun and a flashlight.  I want this thing gone.

So my plan of running at lunch and mowing in the evening was coming together.  I put in a quick 2 miles on the treadmill at lunch followed by a quick dip in the pool.  After my training was done I quickly made the dogs supper and then headed outside to get ready to mow.  Before I started I saw another nice set of f’ing armadillo holes so I grabbed the shovel and began my backfill routine.  Finally I was done and the dogs wanted to come out.  I figured I would be nice and let them hang outside while I mowed the front yard.

As I was mowing I kept tabs on them.  For the most part they were just sitting in the shade.  Towards the end I didn’t see them.  I finished up the front yard and walked through the gate to let them back into the house.  As I turned the corner to the lanai I stopped in my tracks as I ran into a huge ass hole.  Evidently Sadie thought it would be fun to imitate the armadillo. 

 The hole pissed me off, but what REALLY pissed me off was the direction she was facing when she dug it.  She was positioned with her rear end towards the house so all of the dirt that she sent flying hit the house and landed on the river rock border.  So now I had all of the stones buried in dirt.  I don’t want extra dirt in that area, it only will make for more weed growth.  I screamed “NAUGHTY!” at her and sent her inside.  As I was raking the stones out to try to separate them from the dirt I was mumbling to myself repeatedly “f*cking dog….”  Oh I was annoyed. 

My efforts were mostly pointless.  In the end I just came over with the hose and tried to blast the dirt out of the rock bed.  I don’t think I was very successful and most of the dirt just wound up sinking to the bottom in liquid form.  I finished my mowing and ignored Sadie for most of the night.

Nicki was being rude last night to Sadie as well.  Maybe she knew I was mad at her.  A few times Nicki showed her teeth while guarding a rawhide bone she deemed as hers.  Then later when nobody was looking she decided to go over and eat all of Sadie’s supper.  Nicki had already had a big plate of food earlier.  At times it seems like we have a mini-dog soap opera going on.

My training yesterday went fine.  There is a lot of repetition of the material I learned last week.  It’s not a big deal though, I’d rather be over exposed to the information than not know what I was doing.  It beats sitting in the office any day.

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I have another remote classroom training class for the rest of the week.  I hope to run 2 miles on the treadmill at home during the lunch break and then mow the grass after class this evening. Yay me.

Still Wii Fitting, Grats Pat

Yep even though I haven’t talked about it much, I have been continuing to use Wii Fit regularly.  As of last night it has been 140 days since I first started with it.  Granted my use has scaled back quite a bit, I am only using it once a week normally, twice on a busy Wii week.  Over those 140 days I’ve logged more than 15 hours of Wii Fit exercise time.  Typically now when I use it I am concentrating on just doing the yoga exercises for flexibility.  I figure I am getting enough strength work done at my daily lunch time workout sessions.

Ali has all but abandoned the Wii Fit.  I can’t tell you the last time she used it and she only will use it if I bring it up.  The Wii Fit scoreboards that used to be dominated by her are now splattered with more Shawn Mii’s than Ali Mii’s.  My continued use has allowed me to improve in many of the exercises and movements to the point where Ali’s one time dominance is ancient history. 

I like using the system to help me keep track of my weight week to week.  Gained a couple pounds in the last week? Woah, maybe time to slow down on the junk food and crank up the cardio work.  Not weighing yourself regularly  is a very common shared trait of fat asses.  They figure if they don’t see a number going up they have no confirmation of gaining weight. It is a great way to defeat any weight loss goals.

 I also enjoy doing the trainer challenges like I mentioned last week.  Last night I maxxed out the trainer plank challenge.  It’s the first challenge I was able to do so.  In order to hit the top level I had to hold the plank position for an ab torching 3 minutes.  The trainer gives you a reminder every 10 seconds, hearing 18 of them got to be a bit maddening towards the end.

A big congratulations goes out to my brother Patrick who ran in and completed his first marathon over the weekend.  It was the Pittsburgh marathon.  Pat finished with a great time of 3:35 for the 26 + mile course.  That’s quite the accomplishment, something I can only dream of.  My knees would be pulverized if I ran that sort of distance.

Dealer doh!, self serve van repair, Kentucky Derby hit, pigeon pity

On Friday I was supposed to get the party van back from the dealer.  They were supposed to get the part in and I assumed they would call me.  Well I waited until the afternoon to call them after not receiving any calls up to that point.  I get frantic Jeff on the phone and I ask him if the van is done. “Yea, yea yea it’s done” he spits out in a rapid fire manner.  It’s done I just need to do the paper work and call you back with the total.  “Ok Jeff, how long will that take?  Within the hour?” , I ask.  “Yea, yea, yea no problem I’ll call you back” I hang up and wait 90 minutes before calling back.  Throughout this repair process I have been the one that has to call them, Jeff seems too frantic to be able to call me back. 

So I call back, get Jeff again and ask if the paperwork was done. “oh, yea, wait, I’ll do it right now…”  Of course this was annoying but I tried to hide my annoyance as I patiently waited for Jeff to come up with a grand total.  He finally comes up with the total of $611, right around what I figured it would be.  “Ok great Jeff, I’ll be over to pick it up shortly”    So I get a ride to the dealer and see Jeff as I walk in the door.  He tells me I’m all set and points me over to the cashier who is a nice woman with a strong eastern European accent.  She runs my AE card, gives me the keys and I head out to the van.

I turn it on and flip the fan on to verify that it is indeed works.  I hear the motor turning, great.  It was quite warm out so I turned the fan up to high to get things cooled off.  As soon as I do I start hearing a noise coming out of the air vents that was definitely not normal.  It sort of sounded like the rhythmic sound of a helicopter.  Well I paused for a second before turning the van off and heading back inside.  I just did not feel like having to go back in and deal with Jumpy Jeff but of course I had no choice.  I walk back in and ask Jeff to come out and listen to the fan.  By the time he got back out to the van it was making some different noises and there was next to zero air flow coming out even though the fan was on high.  He brought a mechanic with who said he thought that maybe the blower motor wasn’t tight.  Jeff said he would pull it back into the garage again.

So I went back in and patiently waited until another mechanic comes walking out holding the “squirrel cage” which is a plastic part that sort of looks like a hamster wheel.  I was familiar with the part from replacing the blower on my 88 Vette a few years back. So the mechanic and Jeff present me with the part and asked me if I ever replaced the blower before. “No Jeff”  They said that evidently it was not a factory blower and squirrel cage.  When you replace the blower motor you simply move the squirrel cage from the old blower to the new one.  Well evidently the mount for this squirrel cage was somehow wrong and did not attach correctly to the blower motor.  Well instead of flagging this as a problem, the mechanic tried to make it fit anyway and as a result the noise.  The poor air flow was due to the plastic mounting hole getting all stripped out from the incorrect installation.  I was not happy and Jeff knew I wasn’t happy. 

Jeff said the part was not in stock.  The mechanic said something about the possibility of getting the part at NAPA and doing it Saturday. I told them I couldn’t bring it in Saturday.  If they ordered it it would be there Tuesday.  Fine, do that.  Jeff told me it was like a $50 part.  I immediately let him know I had no intentions of paying for it.  I said that the mechanic tried to make the old part work and wrecked it in the process.  The stress of the screw up made Jeff even more frantic than normal.  He came back and said that the dealer would pay for the new squirrel cage, no problem. 

So now the plan was for me to come back Tuesday and they will throw in the part while I wait.  After seeing where the blower was located I sort of regretted not doing that repair myself as well.  It was more accessible than I thought it was and only had a a connector and a few bolts to remove. So the mechanic brings the van back out.  He told me how he left the door panel off the side door so it would be easier for me to replace the latch/lock assembly, at least that was cool, saved me some work. 

Speaking of cool, that was the last thing the ride to the grocery store and home was.  With no AC I was forced to resort to wind power to keep cool with the temps in the upper 80’s with considerable humidity.  By the time I got to the grocery store my back was soaked.  I grabbed groceries and hurried home. I relayed the details of my dealer drama to Ali.

Saturday morning I got off to a very slow start.  I played WoW until almost 10am while Ali slept in. However once I got started on the work it was full steam ahead. I busted ass pretty much non-stop all day.  One of the things I did was tackle the latch replacement on the side door of the van.  For the last 2 or 3 years if you want to open the side door of the van from the outside you had to open the front passenger door, stretch to reach the inside handle for the side door and then pull the handle while pushing outward to release it.  It has the exact same problem that I fixed on the rear door, the plastic bushings dry rot.

Replacing the latch went well.  Since I did it once before I had a general understanding of how everything goes together.  I had the job completely done in about an hour, saving myself over $100 in dealer labor costs.  After the repair I decided to wash the van inside and out since it was going to making the trip up to Orlando shortly for Ali’s race.  After I washed the van I figured I might as well wash the other vehicles since I had the stuff out.  I didn’t get done with everything until after 3pm.

After I finished up work there was not much time until we had to get ready to leave for our Kentucky Derby party.  Ali got all primped up and looked very good.  I wore khakis and a button down shirt.  The event was supposed to start at 5.  We got there a few minutes after 5 and ran into a parking lot that was already totally full.  The valets were parking cars in and parking other cars out on the road at the No Parking signs.   I decided to not do valet, I’m cheap.  After we parked Ali was sort of glad I was cheap when she saw the key organization system the valets were using. They put the key on top of the driver side front tire in plain view.  All a dishonest person would need to do is snag a key and he could be on his happy way with the Mercedes, Lexus or Cadillac of his choosing.

As we walked into the front door of the Boat & Yacht club we were greeted by a woman with an over the top, ostentatious derby bonnet as many other women were adorning.  She gave us a betting sheet to fill out.  Evidently the club runs it’s on private gambling on the race.  We found our friends from the running club and sat down out on the upper deck.  All of our drinks for the evening went onto our friends tab, despite our protest.  I’m not quite sure how it works, you just gave their name and they magically are billed for it I guess.

This club was a people watcher’s dream.  There was a lot of old money walking around.  There was also the old money walking around with the younger trophy wife as well as the younger money walking around with the younger trophy wife.  Ali and I were definitely the youngsters in the crowd.  It was fascinating to just observe the dynamic going on.  It was a similar feeling I had when we attended the exclusive Pet Lover’s Ball.

There was a group of older people that were hard core Kentucky Derby fans, the stood and sung the song before the race. Some of the singers looked like they were singing gospel, they were so into it.  Ali and I placed some bets all the $2 minimum variety.  I know nothing about horse racing so I just picked the number 16 (my number) horse to win.  Ali picked three or four horses, most of them to show instead of win.

So the race starts and people go nuts.  One of Ali’s horses, the number 9 horse was actually leading for a good portion of the race, we were both excited.  the during the last quarter a horse comes screaming out of the pack and passes everyone else like they were standing still, it was pretty amazing.  What was more amazing yet was this horse had the longest odds of any horse in the race!  And guess what, Ali picked this horse to show!  If she would have picked the horse to win we would have scored an incredible $110 pay out for our $2 bet.  Even with a show bet we multiplied our money by a factor of 10, scoring a tidy $25.  It was pretty cool.

I noticed Bob Costas was the announcer for the Derby.  For some reason, probably linked to the 3 or 4 beers I had already drank, I felt myself feeling remorseful that Bob was doing something as boring as broadcasting the Derby.  I remembered how special it was for me when he hosted the Beijing Olympics.  I found myself missing the Olympics and Bob doing the broadcast.

Shortly after the race we sat down to begin the dinner part of the party.  We didn’t even think about what the meal would contain meat-wise.  It turned out the meal was fried chicken and vegetables.  Luckily our server was able to have the kitchen whip up a nice vegetable plate for Ali that honestly was more appealing than what we got.  We enjoyed our dinner, talked to the people at the table and just enjoyed the experience.  It’s an atmosphere we don’t visit often.

We left a little before 9.  We had to get up at 4:30 am because of the race on Sunday so we wanted to get home to not be total zombies the next day.  We made good time on the way home.  I still had to get the truck loaded up with all of the equipment of the race.  I went out to the garage, flipped on the light and then noticed something standing by the corner of the garage right outside the door.  I did a double take when I realized it was a pigeon.  You don’t see many pigeons in Florida for some reason.

The bird was standing there looking at me, it didn’t seem bothered at all by my presence.  As I got closer and got a better look I saw something didn’t look right.  There were feathers stuck to the birds feet.  The feathers were sticking because the birds feet were all bloody. Great, the last thing I needed right now was another Duffey animal rescue episode but I had to investigate further.  I got even closer after calling Ali out.  I noticed the bird had bands around each leg, this had to be a homing pigeon of some sort.  A lot of Cubans are into pigeons.  The blood looked like it was coming from a spot on the birds belly.  I didn’t see any more blood dripping but I could see the stain on it’s feathers.

WTF are we supposed to do?  The bird was as still as a statue, it didn’t react at all to my getting closer and closer.  Besides the blood on it’s feet it wasn’t acting like it was having major issues.  Well maybe the bird is hungry.  Ali brought me out some crackers.  I broke a few up and tossed them over by the bird.  He could care less and showed no interest in them.  I had no idea what the deal was, homing pigeons are supposed to fly home.  Ok well we still had a race to time so I carefully pulled the truck into the garage so I could load it up.  Once I pulled it in the pigeon actually moved.  He walked out to the center of the driveway behind the truck and was bobbing his head back and forth, weird.

I went inside to get the first box.  When I came out the pigeon was now standing on the back of the truck bed cover, staring at me.  For some reason he wanted to up higher.  Ok well I guess I won’t be loading the back of the truck right now.  We got more crackers and put them by the bird as well as a small thing of water.  Ali researched homing pigeons on the internet and said the bands on the legs should have identifying information.  I tried to read the band but all I could make out was “Naples” along with some code that meant nothing to me.

Since the bird was obviously hurt I didn’t want to do anything to further injure it.  I told Ali we should just leave the garage door open and let it hang out there.  With the door open it would be able to fly away if decided it felt up to it.  It was getting late and I was running out of options.  Well Ali was not ok with leaving the garage door open.  She had visions of waking up the next morning to a garage totally emptied out by the criminals that are lurking in the bushes.  Hell they probably planted the pigeon just so we would leave the garage door open.

So a new plan was needed.  I decided to pick up the bird in a towel and take it out back.  I was worried that the bird might carry on if I tried to snag it.  I was relieved that the bird didn’t struggle in any way.  You could tell it was used to being handled.  I gently wrapped it in the towel and carried him out back.  I sat him by the pond, thinking he could find cover if needed under the bushy areca palms.  Well the pigeon had other ideas.  Almost immediately he flew up onto the shed roof.  He just landed and then stood there at the front looking out at me.  Evidently he felt safer if he was up high.  You could tell that it was somewhat of a struggle for it to fly. Well Ali and I figured that was all we could do for now.  If the bird was still alive and around the next morning we would continue the rescue effort.

When I woke up the next morning at 4:15 and took the dogs out I assumed the pigeon would no longer be there.  It would either be dead or flown hone hopefully.  When the spotlight came on there he was in the exact same spot, just looking out at me.  Oh geez.  I talked to the bird, asking him how he felt, like he was going to answer me.  I told Ali the bird was still there, we both were surprised.  We agreed that after the race if he is still there we would call someone.

The race went relatively well.  There were around 15 runners that we had to manually enter times for.  We were out of there before 9am.  As soon as we got home we went right out back to see if the pigeon was still there.  By that time it was quite warm.  If the pigeon was still up on the roof in the blazing bright sunshine it would be sweating it’s feathers off.  We looked up, no pigeon.  So Ali and I started a pigeon search mission, walking around the property to see if the pigeon relocated itself to somewhere shady.  I looked around and under the shed for a pigeon carcass, nothing there.  Our search turned up empty.  We both hoped that the pigeon recovered enough to fly back to wherever he was from. Through out the day I would scan the yard for signs of the bird. 

Ali went shopping with my mom.  While she was gone I put away the race equipment, did all of the post-race data management, swept the floor, did some laundry and few other things.  I put the Dirt Dog to work out on the lanai.  I swore loudly when I came out later to see a yellow disc at the bottom of the pool.  The f’in Dirt Dog fell into the pool again! I was pissed.  This particular Dirt Dog has already survived two falls into the pool.  The other newer Dirt Dog fell in once and that killed it, I had to replace it’s main logic board.  I would be surprised if the older Dirt Dog survives it’s latest underwater adventure.  I think it was in there for quite awhile. I will let it dry out for another day or so before even trying to apply power to it.  I am going to have to somehow use virtual walls out on the lanai to prevent this from happening. 

Ali made a nice pasta dinner that included some fresh eggplant from our garden.  I also pulled our first zucchini (I think) out of the garden.  The plant has been in the garden forever but has not yielded anything up until now.  It has been there so long I forgot exactly what it is.  Ali also made the box of brownies I bought for desert.  I very rarely will buy something like for us to eat on our own.  I prefer “healthier” deserts that are portion controlled and calorically limited.  For whatever reason when I was walking up the baking aisle in the grocery store a little voice said “I want brownies….”

Derby Party, Weekend

Ali and I got an invite to go to a Kentucky Derby Party by one of the people in our running club.  It’s being held at what I assume is an upscale Boat & Yacht country club.  Ali’s initial assumption was I would not want to go, a foo foo derby party isn’t the sort of thing I would normally be interested in.  Eh, I figured it was something different, a chance to meet and interact with new people, something we do very rarely, why not?  I am not quite sure what goes on at a Kentucky Derby party.  Will there be illegal gambling, ample alcohol and derby bonnets flying left and right?  I have no idea really what to expect.  The only negative is it is Saturday evening, we have to time a race Sunday.

So I took the van to the dealer yesterday.  When I dropped it off I added a list of things I wanted them to look at on top of the dead fan blower.  I told Jeff, my very high strung and fast talking service advisor that I would like them to look at the starting problem, the side door that only opens from the inside, the thermostat and to change the oil.  Since we will be putting another 5-6k miles on the van in a month or so I figured I should get all of this taken care of. Jeff told me they would call me with what they find.

So I got a call later in the morning from Jeff and he starts quickly rattling off numbers, $250 for this $200 for that, $125 for this….. Woah, slow down there bud, let’s start over.  He told me the fan blower was bad and was $250 to fix, ok fine, do that. Next the starting problem is the solenoid on the starter, $110 to fix that, ok check do that.  The thermostat issue is actually low coolant level in the radiator.  We can do a complete coolant flush for $125.  (Buzzer sound) No thanks, can handle that one myself.  To fix the side door, $250.  Woah, how much is just the part for the door? “$120”  $130 labor for something I know I can do myself? No thanks, I’ll just buy the part and fix the door myself.  So Jeff now had his marching orders.  I verified that they could get it all done today, he assured me that would be no problem. Ok great, doing sloppy math in my head I figured a $600-$700 bill was in my future.

I threw my road bike in the van in the morning so I had a mode of transportation to get to the gym.  I found that riding it to the gym took approximately the same time as it does in the truck since the entire commute is through parking lots.  It was kinda cool to ride to the gym.

So around 3 o’clock I hadn’t heard from hyper Jeff yet.  I called and asked how things were going on the van repairs.  Jeff told me that they did not have the fan blower or one of the parts for the door repair in stock.  He said they had the van all ripped apart and asked if I could leave it there overnight.  His pace of speech was so fast and frantic I found myself feeling anxious and hyper just talking to him.  I told Jeff that I hadn’t made any plans to leave it there overnight but I would see if I could work something out.  Luckily Ali was able to swing over after work and take me home as well as dragging herself out of bed to bring me back to work today.  For some reason I have a feeling this saga has not seen it’s last moments of drama yet.

Is it me….

When I watched the brief spots of DWTS early on in the season I noticed that Shawn Johnson, the star gymnast from this past summer’s olympics looked rather “thick” to me.  I didn’t give it much thought since I wasn’t watching the show much.  The past two nights I saw full episodes and did a further analysis.  I backed it up by doing a search online for now and then photos. Wow.  I mean the Olympics weren’t all that long ago but it looks like Shawn did nothing but stuff herself as soon as they ended.  I mean she is still a young kid, to pile on that much weight that fast is really strange, especially for a world class athlete.  Compare the before shot on the left to the after shot, sheesh.