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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

Archive for the ‘At The Parsonage’ Category

>The Talented Mr. Hales.

Wednesday, December 31st, 2008

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The Hale men have many talents. Here is the jewelry box Phil’s dad Neil made for me. I’ve never seen anything like it! Isn’t it beautiful?
And Phil has been beaming about the “box” he made to attach to a speaker to amplify the sound on my computer and ipod. I’ll let him explain….

“In technical language we call this an amplifier. I had an old kit with all the components in it that I had never put together. I sodered the components and cut up an old set of computer speakers.”

Beaming.

“This is the printed circuit board. It has an integrated circuit which does the real work. There are a few capacitors and resistors too. The white knob is part of the potentiometer, which is a variable resistor used to control the volume of the amplifier output (otherwise known as a volume knob).”

“I found a battery holder for 2 AA’s and wired everything together. The 1/8th in male adapter plugs into any headphone output. I put the circuit in an aluminum box which I folded together like a cardboard box. I drilled a hole for the volume knob. It works pretty well, though turned up it sounds bad because it is too much power (max 1.2 watt) for a such a little speaker (rated .5 watt). But it works nicely to amplify audio. It was also fun to do a bit of engineering and get it to work. We have used it a few times since Aubri’s MacBook has a puny integrated speaker which can not be heard over background noise.”

To which I replied…”Um thanks for the speaker.”

>Go Horns!

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

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Lily had fun watching the Texas game with Daddy and Mama yesterday and looking so sweet in her first (and ONLY, ahem!) Longhorn shirt.

>Brewing.

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

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Phil’s at it again. He set up his little brewery in the garage to keep a warm. He tries to get me to sit with him by telling me it’s a cozy 50 degrees out there. I stay in the house and decide I’ll sit with him when he’s finished, inside, and drink what he’s brewed in our 50 degree garage.

Please note the crazed look in his eyes. It’s not from the propane, but the Nutty Bar he’s stuffing his face with. It’s a sickness, he can’t just eat one of these, one pack that is, it must be 3, or 4 if I don’t see him sneak off with another. I fear I’ll loose him forever to little chocolate covered peanut butter wafers.

>License.

Saturday, November 17th, 2007

>I’m official now. Here’s my new Nebraska driver’s license. I don’t look like I know what’s going on in this picture though, I think I just smiled and nodded. It all happened so quickly.