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Love letters, constructive criticism, and other friendly correspondence.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Christy and I try to buckle down and finish up our work on a new building for Holy Family University and insanity ensues...

Sara: yo, c! the "secondary hot water pumps" section is bracketed. any changes to that system?

Christy: hmm....we don't have a "secondary hot water pump" system so much. we have 2 pumps, and they alternate being the primary pump based on runtime. i'm not sure if it's been looked at yet or not.

Sara: k. i'll check it out...

Christy: thanks, yo. can you make sure the "nun's gaming and billiards room" spec is up to date? i think they added another big screen tv near the wet bar. those crazy nuns.

Sara: haha! no prob. i'll double check the sizing on the beer lines while i'm at it.

Christy: they V.E.'d the mechanical bull, but it was probably a good idea anyway. they'd get their rosaries and habits caught on the moving parts.

Sara: safety first. say, do you have enough cooling capacity to make up for the heat rejection from all that sound/multi-media equipment in there? those are some monster woofers they've got!

Christy: crap! i didn't take that into consideration. this stuff always comes up at the last minute.

Christy: you know what? i completely didn't calculate in the wall of lava lamps either! that's going to need some serious perimeter cooling. shoot.

Sara: it's okay. i think we can fix this just tell me you based the ventilation on the IMC air-change rate for discoteques.

Christy: no, i used the "indoor carnival" rate. is that higher or lower than discoteques?

Sara: the air-change rate should be higher, what with all the barnyard animals. i just hope there's enough cooling. i can only imagine the amount of heat generated by a bunch of nuns once "Hot in Herre" starts blasting out of the speakers.

Christy: yeah, everyone in that music video is covered in sweat, and they're all wearing next to nothing. think what will happen when they're gettin' down in their long, black habits! we can't afford to let them get to "the roof is on fire" part. think of the NFPA implications!

Christy: "i - am - get-ting too hot. i'm gonna take my headpiece off"

Christy: "work it, sister franchesca! look at you go!"

Oh my. Stress does crazy things to the brain.

Monday, May 03, 2004

Reaction to the turkey incident:

Christy: Ha ha! Meat from heaven. Too bad wild turkeys don't have bigger brains. :)
Sara: I can't even imagine a turkey moving fast enough to kill itself. Do turkeys fly? I've only seen them walking around..
Christy: maybe someone shot it out of a large cannon.
Sara: ha ha! i knew those circus folk down the block weren't to be trusted! :)
Christy: "Shoot, Cletus! I didn't aim high enough, and I done nearly busted that family's window, and I think I killed Thomas, the Turkey Cannonball."
Sara: ha ha! ...or...my parents' property is adjacent to a high school. maybe it was some sort of football/marching band/chess club initiation or hazing ritual gone wrong!
Mom writes about a wild-life, er, -death encounter:

We had a little excitement here last night. Heard a big thud and a few smaller thuds and didn't know what happened. We checked a few rooms for books falling of shelves, etc. but couldn't find anything. Dad saw a few feathers in the bushes down by the family room slider but just couldn't imagine a bird could make that much noise. Diephouse's were here for supper so just as I sat down again I looked out the dining room slider and couldn't believe my eyes. A turkey lay dead in the backyard! Bruce and Dad decided to clean and gut the thing - an hour and a half project! Tomorrow night we're having them over for fresh wild turkey. Wasn't sure what to do with it so called Ergangs and invited them too and they will bring their deep fryer to cook it. We've got pictures to prove the whole story!

The impact knocked the picture off the wall downstairs which in turn knocked knick knacks off the table and on to the floor which explained the other thuds.


Wow. You don't see that every day.

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