Seen at breakfast yesterday. Yes, he has a napkin covering his shirt...and yes, that is his BUTTON that it is hooked to. (and no, it is NOT the restaurant napkin...)

So the question is, "What type of eater is he that he takes his own napkin to a restaurant, replete with a custom button hole just for his slop?"



I went shopping

and got some fantastic clothes. I didn't get anything at Ikea, though, except this photo:

Hrm. Can I buy the "fun things" at Ikea???


I know, I know...

It's like I dropped off the face of the Earth. I didn't though. I've just been busy. I'm ringing in a couple handbell choirs, joined a book club, joined the community band...you know, fun stuff!

Work is finally picking up and it rocks. I like being busy with things that make me think.

My apartment is wonderful, with two notable exceptions: the upstairs neighbor (see previous post) and the hot water heater. For the last two weeks, the hot water heater has flooded my apartment during hours the office is closed, causing them to rip up my carpet in my master bedroom and replacing the pads...twice. Now the wall has a big stain on it and the baseboards look really crappy. Oh joy, oh rapture.

I take pride in the fact that the maintenance guy hates my neighbor more than I do. I didn't know that was possible.

I need to come home and see everyone...name your date, people!

I'm around and eventually, I get around to posting. I'll try to make it more frequent, but we'll just have to see how it goes.


Plano Balloon Festival

...so I woke up this morning at an OBSCENE hour in order to see all the balloons take off at the balloon festival. It was a nice way to greet the dawn. The launch site was covered in fog, and as several pics show, the haze didn't lift until almost the end.


Click here to see my photo albums


I'm still trying to figure it out.

Why does BSCUN vacuum? Anyone have ideas? Bueller? Bueller?

AAAAAARGH! (once an hour today...we're up to 4-6 times DAILY)

Please, someone! Stop the madness!


Pre-game fun

Before today's (wonderful) game, I went down to the Farmer's Market. I'd heard it was cool...and it was. Here are the photos.


This is more like it.

I'm sure at some point in your life, you've received, read, or given a Gaelic blessing. Most of them are wonderful expressions of peace and goodwill, and lots of people think they look good painted on random things and hung about the house.

For those of you who are more realistic in the ways of blessings, I give you the following, taken from a comment on Crystal's blog. I want to kiss the author of this work of art. Anyone for making a list before we gather around and bless the hell out of the listees???

May bleeding piles distress him,
May corns adorn his feet.
May crabs as big as horseflies crawl on his balls and eat.
And when he's old and feeble and a psychopathic wreck,
May his spine drop through his asshole and break his fucking neck.