No, I haven't forgotten how to type....

Smartasses.

I have been very busy tho. There's all that packing to do...(wait i havent packed yet).

Really, I have no excuse, other than my schedule at work has been very wonky lately. You see, I'm not the only person taking time off this month. One of our people left on the 3rd for a month in London (bitch) another is taking 2 weeks off for maternity leave, and right in the middle of all that is MY time off.

Plus, we lost a very senior operator/supervisor. She and hubby moved to OK on the 1st of Sept.

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Ok, so here's the plan. Monday morning, I'm outta here. I may have time for a post before we head out, but I may not. I'll try to get at least one more in before I go, but no promises.

Come Monday afternoon, or Tuesday, whichever you're feeling, those of you with posting rights can feel free to drop in and make yourselves known.

Oh, I plan on taking LOTS of photos. This comes not only as a result of being a 'serious amateur' photographer (3 grand in my camera bag) but also because of Best Buy.

You see, they had an SD card on sale, and I figured I'd need one, because the 128 meg card I had would only hold 144 photos. Well, the one on sale was 2.0 gigs, and it was only 44 bucks.

I put the card in expecting a significant jump, but when I saw the number of photos I have available, I nearly soiled myself.

2448.

You read that right...two-thousand-four-hundred-forty-eight. In a package about the size of your average postage stamp.

Geez, ain't technology great?

Toodles,

T.

I predict an early winter....

Well, at least in my neck of the woods. I have no empirical evidence; no hard numbers: just my instinct. I know that I've mentioned the unique weather/climate pattern that I live in.

In fact, I've prolly rambled on about it too much on this blog.

Despite the nasty heatwave:



Yes, that's 1:00 AM thank you....

I heard the geese a couple of nights ago. Now, if you don't live on a migratory pattern, that may not mean much to you, but if you do, you can judge the seasons by when the birds start flying.....

So, yeah....we're gonna get fucking hammered. Well, I hope we wont....

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Has anyone been watching preseason football? I've seen a bit here and there, and am surprised to find my Raiders 4-0. I hate that Dallas beat the '49ers.

Well, truth be told, I hate just about everything Dallas, as far as football in concerned.

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So, yeah...not much else. Although I did run across an antique electronic device.

I've taken some pictures of it, and I'll post em....provided I can make all of it work out.

Buenos con queso,

T.

Well, lets see where this goes....

The party was fun, and I ate waaaay too much. I was so full that I came home and took a nap.

I love being an adult and getting to schedule my own naps. Some days, it's all that gets me through. Of course, not having to take a nap makes the entire nap thing more acceptable.

Anyhoo...on to the photos, I hope.

Isn't she a doll:



Here's another shot of the little princess:



Instead of making a traditional cake, my sister made cupcakes:



And another:



Of course eating the cake is where the fun is:



Heh:



Oh, and have I mentioned lately how much I love the fact that my sister works at Starbucks? Do you know how long it's been since I've had to buy coffee? Here's the latest installment (and doesnt include the 2 lbs we already had):



Well, it looks like the damn site is going to cooperate. Don't blame me for not posting, blame Blogger. This time it's not my fault, I swear.

Time for a large steaming mug of wake up, so have fun you crazy kids.

T.

Blogger has been pissing me off lately....

I've tried three (3) times to post some photos recently. Everytime, blogger has puked on it.

I'm going to try again in the morning....or more accurately, when I wake up. If Blogger does another nosedive, I'm going to host them over at ibucket, so expect some monster images.....

T.

I've written you a little Haiku

Lines flashing on hold.

Stupidity rules the roost

Must be Saturday.

I don't know if I've told you all this or not, but Saturday is usually the burning bag of dog shit day at work. It never fails. The call count goes through the roof, and sadly, the smarts drop through the floor.

For instance, I had to tell 2 people that today was Saturday. I mean, I'm pretty relaxed about schedules, rules, and the like, but for fuck's sake, how do you not know what fucking day it is?

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In other news, tomorrow/today is Ava's 1st birthday. What a rush. I can remember the day she was born very clearly. It sounds cliched to say, but it seems like yesterday. Time really does fly, doesn't it?

Happily I have the day off, and Pops and I will be attending the party. It should be a hoot, and I'll try and get some photos to pop on here.

Well, being as tired as I am, that's all I'm giving you tonight. Look for me tomorrow (Sunday).

Buenos con queso,

T.