Pointless Announcements

I need a weekend after my weekend...

 

Co-worker is already in a pissy mood. Great start to a monday.

My friend says he is going to loan Cinn and I the money to go to Dragoncon.

 

Went on vacation for a week only to come back to 20 work voice mails. I was able to fix 20 computer/laptop/printer problems in 10 minutes. That was fun.

 

I love the smell of tomato plants. Especially after it rains.

 

Got to hug my kids for the first time in a week. Life is good.

 

Well hello there coffee. You are so awesome.

 

Last day in Denver.

 

Beginning to get over locking myself out of my apartment ... though messed up my sleep for today.

 

i love me some coffee

 

It's vacation time here and the local newspaper ran an article about how this town changes during July and August. Here's a couple photos of the beach in front of my house-

June-



August-



These are not taken from exactly the same location or angle but absolutely represent the contrast.

 

thats just too many people

 

I'm starting my second week of vacation doing nothing and loving it!

 

2nd?? hell, i havent had a vacation in 2 years. just no time or money.
enjoy and have fun

 

Could be Omaha Beach and 1944. Could always be worse.

It's so odd here. My town goes from 20-30K to 250-300K basically over night. Traffic is a nightmare as is parking. Many days I have no way to leave my house as the driveway is blocked. The beach is full of people all day and all night. Some weekend nights they set up stages, large stages with overhead lights and massive sound systems. The shows usually start at 11-12 and end near or after dawn. Sometimes the music is so loud my whole house shakes. I'd just go join in the fun (sometimes I do) but usually it's all teenagers full of tequila and the music is some variation of rap or hip hop.

 

that sounds like some of the parties that happen down the street in my neighborhood.

 

I've wasted most of this day. I really didn't feel like doing to much.

 

Dear uterus, fuck OFF already.
You wrecked my workout today, my sleep last night, and are generally mucking up the program!

 

Oh sweet baby Jesus in a fine linen diaper, I think I almost killed us with the restaurant's house made chili oil paste.
Every hair on my body is standing up, my mouth is on FIRE and I think that tomorrow is going to be painful.
On a higher note, I don't notice my uterus any more. On a worse note, we're out of kleenex.