tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37242372011-04-21T18:50:43.402-07:00(pocket change)adios
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comBlogger3281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1075258846102440702004-01-27T19:59:00.000-07:002004-01-27T20:02:54.293-07:00This blog has served its purpose, but I'm no good at it.
When I have more time and more to say, I might try again.
Goodbye.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1073353473206128502004-01-05T18:39:00.000-07:002004-01-05T18:47:19.700-07:00As of tomorrow morning, I am employed. I want to be self-employed, but until I have the right contacts and have my license, I have determined that I need to work with someone else. Get some insider information on how to go out on your own. The guy I am going to work for is full of energy and excited to bring his work to another level and I am the person to help him do that. I have the ability to hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1073058277255331262004-01-02T08:35:00.000-07:002004-01-02T08:46:11.403-07:00Was doing a little thinking and reflecting and I am greatful to have a loving spouse and a great network of friends.
Sappy, yes. Feels good though.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1072979190986237942004-01-01T10:40:00.000-07:002004-01-01T10:48:25.590-07:00Happy New Year. I have been neglecting making posts. Funny how time gets away sometimes.
The holidays were good. We spent two and a half days at a hot springs after Christmas. What a great time that was. Very remote, snowy and cold. But that water was hot and soothing. We relaxed, played a rowdy game of cranium, boys v. girls and the girls kicked ass! Then we ate and soaked some more. Something hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1071780604114865602003-12-18T13:48:00.000-07:002003-12-18T13:51:38.950-07:00I was out doing my holiday shopping this morning. In the mall is a play area for kids. Giant replicas of food. One girl screams out, 'I am King of Bacon!' Most amusing. And there was a woman with a baby stroller and she had a cup holder for her coffee on the stroller. Cracked me up.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1071499765861134552003-12-15T07:44:00.000-07:002003-12-15T07:50:36.013-07:00It has been a little busy as of late. I finished up my barn project and deliver the drawings to the owner today. I helped out a friend with some work they needed to get out and I had two interviews on friday. The interviews were interesting in that both of the people I interviewed with seemed to have minimal social skill or ability. I felt like I was leading the interviews. I don't know. I think hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1071069869772818932003-12-10T08:22:00.000-07:002003-12-10T08:25:33.746-07:00Out and about this weekend and overheard a conversation between to college age guys.
The one was rather proud of his actions at a party the night before.
"she was like screaming and wanted out and I was like let her out."
The girl had apparantly climbed into a dryer.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1070986329953500402003-12-09T09:09:00.000-07:002003-12-09T09:13:12.860-07:00It snowed yesterday. Today it is sunny and bright. I think I wanted it to be snowy and grey again today.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1070641434934337552003-12-05T09:22:00.000-07:002003-12-05T09:26:33.200-07:00The holiday season is happening. I am getting more excited about it. The lights outside are up. The cards are designed and ready to be printed and sent. A tree will be purchased. Egg nog will be consumed. Good cheer will happen.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1070467641411318942003-12-03T09:06:00.000-07:002003-12-03T09:08:16.496-07:00Woke up with the same grey cloud over my head.
It was suggested that I take the dog and go for a run.
So I did. And so I feel better.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1070378011515952752003-12-02T08:11:00.000-07:002003-12-02T08:14:25.140-07:00Like a roller coaster ride.
Uncertainty.
High and low.
Anxious.
Up and down.
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1070218716319194952003-11-30T11:54:00.000-07:002003-11-30T11:59:27.716-07:00We have had a good holiday weekend. We have relaxed. We have eaten well and we got half of the Christmas lights up. We have to get more lights. We lost several strands last year. I like decorating for the holiday season. I got my better half Heat Miser and Snow Miser bobble head figures for her birthday. If you don't know who Heat and Snow miser are then you need to see the Year Without a Santa hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1069868635983053922003-11-26T10:39:00.000-07:002003-11-26T10:44:41.420-07:00It has been a while since I have posted anything. I guess I have been busy. Lots of little things that need to get done and nothing too exciting or worth talking about.
We are doing our own thing for Thanksgiving. Having some friends over and making a very non traditional meal. Mussels and shrimp. Two of our favorite recipes. We will still have turkey, just not on Thursday.
I need to go clean hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1069083393584223532003-11-17T08:31:00.000-07:002003-11-17T08:37:06.140-07:00The weekend was good. A lot of good happening. We hosted a gathering of printmakers and it was simply fantastic. Good people, good conversations. It was wonderful to talk to artists about art and design. I got to share my work too. They were curious about my architecture. I also bought a print from one of the printmakers. His work is wonderful.
I am off soon to measure the barn space that I am hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1068825009890685282003-11-14T08:43:00.000-07:002003-11-14T08:50:38.360-07:00Its familiar. It reminds me of being a child. Sad songs and love songs. And yet there is hope. That album I talked about is growing on me.
This has been a good week. I have been productive and feel good about what I am doing. The drawings for my own house were on hold and have been borught out and I am working to resolve the needs of the spaces and the design. Its coming along. I'm not totally hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1068565096770906072003-11-11T08:32:00.000-07:002003-11-11T08:42:30.530-07:00Good things: I passed General Structures!! woo hoo!! That feels wonderful. I am still waiting on my results for Lateral Forces. I have a small job to desgin a space for a woman who has a small building behind her house. Very cool. I am working for myself and nothing feels better than that. There is a lot to do and to get into place. It feels so good. Really, I think an opportunity has been hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1068153371707773932003-11-06T14:08:00.000-07:002003-11-06T14:17:22.640-07:00So, I bought a new CD the other day. It is a popular female artist. I have followed her since her first album. I am sorry to say that upon first listen, I don't think this is her best album. I will have to listen some more. I think my music tastes have changed too. I just think it isn't as powerful as her past work. And that is ok.
On another note, a new magazine arrived in the mail and my hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1067882456803133572003-11-03T10:55:00.000-07:002003-11-03T11:01:11.700-07:00Anxiety. I am full of it today. Woke up with butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why. I don't like feeling like that, but it just happens sometimes. I already have the laundry going. Picked up a little. Put the outgoing mail out. There is more to do though. With that said, I am off to tackle the work at hand. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1067455338223701192003-10-29T12:20:00.000-07:002003-10-29T12:24:04.686-07:00I cleaned up the fallen leaves from the backyard yesterday. It was warm and I needed to move about. I tried to clean the leaves in the frontyard today, but it is windy! Hot wind. Chinooks. It is pretty difficult to collect the leaves and have them stay in place when you have forty to fifty mile an hour gusts. Next week.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1067298479882102072003-10-27T16:43:00.000-07:002003-10-27T16:48:05.263-07:00My postings have been sporatic, if even. I find it interesting that it feels like I have less time to do things now. I think the intensive studying is part of that. I feel guilty if I don't study. Last weeks test was the toughest one so far. I finished with nine minutes left on the clock. I have the second part of that exam this week. The studying has been easier since the material overlaps the hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1066850431338795272003-10-22T12:18:00.000-07:002003-10-22T12:20:31.206-07:00I am a nervous wreck. I hate having to take tests. I am so worried about this next one.
On another note, it is October and it is in the low 80's. How nice it is to sit on the patio and enjoy the sun.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1066688942183013742003-10-20T15:20:00.000-07:002003-10-20T15:29:02.090-07:00I had an interview last week. It seemed to go well. He really liked my portfolio and how I presented it. Time will tell, and either way, it was good practice. I sent my resume to another firm in response to an ad. They requested that resumes be sent via email. And less than eight hours later they asked me to send samples of my work via email. I have never sent my portfolio in such a way. I am hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1066327191648492312003-10-16T10:53:00.000-07:002003-10-16T10:59:51.733-07:00We went to Mexico again. There are so many new things every time we go. Some things never change though. And some things seem surreal or unreal. That would be the dolphins. We see them almost daily. They swim by several times a day. This time there were a couple of days that they not only swam by, but played in the surf and lept out of the waves and played around. We react like six year old hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1066253837389960292003-10-15T14:30:00.000-07:002003-10-15T14:37:17.063-07:00We have returned from our short little trip. It was nice to get away and be out of town. I don't know that I have any more clarity than I did before, but I feel good. I have sent out some resumes, but need to send out more. I have an interview tomorrow. A connection through a friend. We'll see how it goes.
One thing I've noticed is that time flys a lot faster than when I was working in an officehhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064945994012465402003-09-30T11:16:00.000-07:002003-09-30T11:19:53.873-07:00Today is overcast, grey and cool. Weather like this can make me feel down. All is well though. Sunshine and ocean await us. Study materials are packed and ready. Resumes are printed and waiting for postage. They will go out in five to seven days. I am definately ready to clear my head. Inside I feel like I am on fast forward. Not for long though.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064794769038362592003-09-28T17:10:00.000-07:002003-09-28T17:19:29.020-07:00Well, it has been quite the weekend and last few days. On Friday morning I was laid off. I had been wanting to go, they just gave me a push. I had put in a lot of time there, so it was somewhat jarring. The other part of the picture is that I no longer fit their mold. There was a time that I was part of the 'in' crowd, and somewhere along the way I fell 'out'. It is a blessing.
What am I going hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064585191345895102003-09-26T07:06:00.000-07:002003-09-26T07:06:31.460-07:00Walking by an office building this morning. See a man sitting at his desk. Nothing unusual except that he was sitting on a big red ball instead of a chair.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064530281477922052003-09-25T15:51:00.000-07:002003-09-25T15:51:21.750-07:00This has been on long friggin' week. I am glad the end of the work week is near. I like the guys I am working with, but the project seems a little disorganized and chaotic right now. I need order.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064500792949558042003-09-25T07:39:00.000-07:002003-09-25T07:39:52.726-07:00Weird ass dreams last night! In a good way. Didn't want to get up. That might have something to do with just not wanting to go to work though.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064429841038892462003-09-24T11:57:00.000-07:002003-09-24T11:57:20.386-07:00Walking back to the office from a lunch run with the dog.
We pass a homeless man walking along smoking a cigarette.
He says. "Why are you holding that dog hostage?"
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064414393055984892003-09-24T07:39:00.000-07:002003-09-24T07:39:58.963-07:00This is more important than socks and fall clothes. Well, it is to me. First, a quick history. In grad school I made some great firends and we have all stuck together ever since our first semester. We are all still very close and hang out and so on. One of those friends got a little flakey. He has disappointed us to no end actually. One of our gang got married and he had to be tracked down hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064413650442774072003-09-24T07:27:00.000-07:002003-09-24T07:27:30.236-07:00It is officially fall and so, I wear socks. I also put the summer clothes away and brought the fall clothes out. What I discovered in this process is that I need to get rid of some really old stuff that I no longer wear and that I need more shelving in my closet. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064325920339426122003-09-23T07:05:00.000-07:002003-09-23T15:37:58.366-07:00Reality is that I'm not much of a cook. I've probably mentioned this before. I've never contributed much to the cooking in the house. Last night I cooked. And while it wasn't the most exciting of foods, it wasn't too bad. I go for the recipes that have a maximum of six ingredients and no more than six sentences of directions. So, I made chicken parmeseana. It needed more flavor, but was a decent hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064240438539714742003-09-22T07:20:00.000-07:002003-09-22T07:20:38.520-07:00Weekends are wonderful and I never want them to end. I photographed old models and started getting my portfolio layed out. It is coming along, but it isn't there yet. My design process is that I start and keep tweeking until the intuition kicks in and takes over. I'm also trying to tie in elements from my resume. Create on cohesive package. I think it will happen, its just not there yet.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1064002348465356872003-09-19T13:12:00.000-07:002003-09-19T13:12:28.490-07:00Sometimes work just sucks. What makes it not suck is the guys that I sit near. Smart allecs. And this is what makes it fun. They are full of quick wit and great come backs. A good laugh can really help out on an average day.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063982348970719172003-09-19T07:39:00.000-07:002003-09-19T07:39:08.766-07:00The day of golf was a blast. I am very sore today since I only play about once a year. The most amusing moment of the game was when one of the team members missed the ball and his club went flying out of his had thirty yards up the fairway. His advice was to make sure you wipe the burrito grease off your hands before you hit. I think that is sound advice.
I am looking forward to the weekend. I hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063895670403402372003-09-18T07:34:00.000-07:002003-09-18T07:34:30.243-07:00It is pretty cold out this morning, but I think it will warm up some. And the sun will be out. I am dressed in layers and have more layers to put on should I need them. I have plenty of tee's and balls. Last year I lost four or five. I also packed a sandwich in my golf bag. Best of all, I get to leave the office in about and hour or so. Woo-hoo!hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-106382299592909052003-09-17T11:23:00.000-07:002003-09-17T11:23:15.760-07:00While we haven't been given a location of the golf day, we have been informed that we get a cooler with our cart and can fill it up with beverages. This will prove interesting to say the least.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063808763967231292003-09-17T07:26:00.000-07:002003-09-17T07:51:47.516-07:00Tomorrow is the office golf tournament. In my opinion that is a get out of the office free card. Some people are good, most are okay and the rest are beginners. It is a lot of fun. It is suppose to be pretty cold tomorrow. Already I am worrying about what I should wear. I hate being cold. I'm sure I will be fine. And, I am playing with some fun folks. One guy is figuring out how many cans of beerhhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063732288773247072003-09-16T10:11:00.000-07:002003-09-16T10:11:29.076-07:00A coworker sent me this link. Holy crap! That scares the bejeezuz out of me! hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063723117296630752003-09-16T07:38:00.000-07:002003-09-16T07:38:37.250-07:00If you are into photography and would like to write about your images you should check out this site. He's looking for more participants and quality work. It seems like a pretty interesting project. Check it out.
We have determined that our dog is part cat. She purs. It is the funniest thing. When she is happy and you are petting her muzzle and neck she makes the funniest little sounds and last hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063637320003568682003-09-15T07:48:00.000-07:002003-09-15T07:48:39.876-07:00Ran the local little road race yesterday. It was a lot of fun. Running with a ten year old is quite an eye opener. He pushed me to run faster than I would have on my own. I think I held him back. He did great for his first 5k. Then we went back to the house and we had a big breakfast. It was such a wonderful day. I love the early fall season. And, we're going to run more 5k's together.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063410565738599982003-09-12T16:46:00.000-07:002003-09-12T16:49:54.606-07:00This is the third time I am attempting this post. I am doing it from home and everything looks a little different. ughh...
I played hookey the last couple of days. I worked on my resume. And have started to figure out the layout for a new potfolio. It has to look good and have content in it. Once I get the layout figured out, I think it will all fall into place. It feels good knowing I have hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063205212569461172003-09-10T07:46:00.000-07:002003-09-10T07:46:54.093-07:00There was a time when I was more of a free spirit. I am more cautious than I've ever been. And I worry. A lot. I am thinking of making some changes with my employment. It is a huge step for me, and one I can't make without thinking it through. Maybe that is the problem. I shouldn't think, I should just act. No decision is wrong. One will just lead a different way than the other. Oh, why must I behhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063117087428260232003-09-09T07:18:00.000-07:002003-09-09T07:18:07.433-07:00Fall is very near. The light has changed. The weather is cooling off. It makes me want to sleep. I haven't been motivated to get up and run. I like being a little bit awake and staying snuggled in and watching out the window as the light slowly creeps in.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1063030100253873132003-09-08T07:08:00.000-07:002003-09-08T07:08:20.243-07:00Just something that crossed my mind this weekend:
You don't usually see a skinny plumber, nor do you see hefty roofers.
Makes sense.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062772733975331752003-09-05T07:38:00.000-07:002003-09-05T07:38:53.906-07:00Most every morning I see the same people at the open space when I am running. I try to say goodmorning to the people I see. There is this group of women that act as if you have flipped them off when you say good morning. It pains them to respond. They walk three abreast and they don't like to have to share the walk when someone passes them. This morning as I passed them I said good morning, got hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062686285516185952003-09-04T07:38:00.000-07:002003-09-04T07:38:05.410-07:00Last night while watching television, I choked on my spit. I was eating a mint and then I choked. That's what I get for watching tv. But then I had a persistant tickle in my throat rest of the night. Finally I had a cup of hot/warm water and a Ricola. The tickle never went away. I had a tough time getting to sleep because of it. And even this morning I still have a tickle. The little dry cough hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062599079839356302003-09-03T07:24:00.000-07:002003-09-03T07:24:39.833-07:00We all hear our neighbors calling for their animals. No big deal. We have some neighbors that use rather strange voices when calling their animals (cats). A little possessed sounding. Creepy really. We aren't quite sure what to make of it. What is odd, is that they seem to always be calling for the cats. One at a time of course. Usually Moses is most sought after. We had friends over and they toohhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062512421083368602003-09-02T07:20:00.000-07:002003-09-02T07:20:21.076-07:00All I can say is that I had a fantastic weekend. I was treated like a queen. We had a lot of fun. Saw good friends, ate great food and enjoyed every minute of it. I am truly blessed.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062194069415952432003-08-29T14:54:00.000-07:002003-08-29T14:54:29.396-07:00Woo-hoo! The long weekend is upon us.
I have a birthday to celebrate over the weekend.
I get so excited for my birthday. I'm kind of silly that way.
You would think I am eleven the way I get worked up over it.
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062168037073869552003-08-29T07:40:00.000-07:002003-08-29T07:40:36.946-07:00Reading his entry titled 1952 made me think of my own recent trek across the border. The southern border and such a different experience we had. Getting into Mexico is easy. No one stops you. However, it is a survival of the fittest sort of thing. All rules of the road go out the window once you reach San Ysidro. My heart was racing as we made our way to and then across the border. Not out of hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1062080686552467972003-08-28T07:24:00.000-07:002003-08-28T07:24:46.520-07:00This morning as I was getting ready for work. I saw the twenty-two year old me in the mirror. Just a quick flash. It is hard for me to believe that I am older than twenty-three. It is even more difficult to believe that I am turning thirty-seven on monday. The nice thing about it all is that my beloved is treating me like a queen. I am being spoiled rotten. She spoiled me pretty well when we werehhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061993610667799762003-08-27T07:13:00.000-07:002003-08-27T07:13:30.676-07:00Today wil be work, work, work. Ughhh...hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061907548648729132003-08-26T07:19:00.000-07:002003-08-26T07:19:08.640-07:00I came home last night to great music, wine and a great dinner. Pre-birthday shinanigans. She takes such good care of me. And somehow she arranged a most beautiful sunset. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061821880197741712003-08-25T07:31:00.000-07:002003-08-25T07:31:20.120-07:00For some time now I have felt as if the creativity has been drained from me. I am trying to restart my creative engines and think in a less conventional way.
On another note, I had a wonderful drink this weekend. A lemon drop. Most delicious. I could drink those on a far too regular basis. No, I'm not an alcoholic. I do enjoy fru-fru vodka drinks with friends though.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061563895450781512003-08-22T07:51:00.000-07:002003-08-22T07:51:35.270-07:00I have to confess that on occassion I scream like a girl. A few days ago a cricket made its way into the house. Last night the cricket popped out out from under the couch. As I attempted to corral it into a glass to send it back out into the wild, I screamed. The move so darned fast. And I had had a couple of gin and tonics. So finally, I get the dust buster and suck it up. I sat the dust buster hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061475725858821382003-08-21T07:22:00.000-07:002003-08-21T07:22:05.836-07:00This is a frequent scenario in my dreams. That I lose a tooth, or all my teeth. Last night/early this morning I was having that dream. It is such a strange dream. Usually one tooth will be loose and I will keep wiggling it and then all my teeth fall out. The good thing is that it is only a dream. I think I would be pretty devistated if I really did lose a tooth. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061400856902515352003-08-20T10:34:00.000-07:002003-08-20T10:34:16.840-07:00We brought a little bug back with us from our vacation. We didn't drink the water, but you never know what you might get where. Restaruants might not use filtered water. None the less, we're having some trouble. And our friends that came down have some little bug too. Oh joy.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061316844108651102003-08-19T11:14:00.000-07:002003-08-19T11:14:04.123-07:00Mentally I'm still in vacation mode. Unfortunatley, my co-owrkers are not in vacation mode. Things need to get done. Chop-chop. So, I'm doing them. The good thing is I'm not as stressed about getting things done as I normally would be. And when I finally stepped back some things fell into place. So that is good. I think I get worried about things and then the anxiety just builds, when what I needhhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1061219005824188242003-08-18T08:03:00.000-07:002003-08-18T08:03:25.820-07:00We made it home. It was a long drive. We encountered a lot of traffic. We had to spend the night in Utah. Otherwise it was a fantastic vacation.
Highlights:
Sunshine everyday.
Temperatures in the low to mid 80's.
The ocean breeze.
Seeing dolphins everyday.
Eating wonderful food.
Seeing old and new friends and catching up.
Sand.
Boogey boarding.
Sleeping in.
Naps in the sun.
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1059495560066526232003-07-29T09:19:00.000-07:002003-07-29T09:31:41.553-07:00A quote that made me laugh as I prepare to leave on vacation...
" Did you really see everything you took pictures of?"
(Laurie - looking at Tom's vacation pictures.)
Lots more random quotes by random folk here.
hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1059401817941155132003-07-28T07:16:00.000-07:002003-07-28T07:16:57.923-07:00Oy. Yesterday I took the dog with me for my run. It has been a while because it has been too hot. She was so excited. And not too long into it she was fascinated with a german shephard with a floppy ear. I don't know exactly what happened, but I went down. I think I'm a little old for a skinned knee and a skinned hand. Or maybe not. But my body doesn't recover as fast as it once did. I ache a hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1059159034648893222003-07-25T11:50:00.000-07:002003-07-25T11:50:34.663-07:00I walk slower now than I use to. I still walk faster than others. I'm glad I've slowed down. I suppose I could try slowing it down a little more. We'll see.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1059141769145052972003-07-25T07:02:00.000-07:002003-07-25T07:02:49.030-07:00mmmm...doughnuts....
and i just might have two!hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1059056610400313632003-07-24T07:23:00.000-07:002003-07-24T07:23:30.336-07:00The morning snuck up on me today. Rarely does the alarm wake me up. Usually I am up before it goes off. It isn't light as early now either. Still, I got up and got my day going. I feel more tired when I don't. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058970416902034832003-07-23T07:26:00.000-07:002003-07-23T07:26:56.813-07:00Getting on the elevator at the parking garage. Another lady gets on. She presses P2. I press Lobby. A couple more people get on at level 4. Then when it stops at P2 the lady who pushed the button looks around as if she has no idea why it stopped. She exits at the Lobby with everyone else.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058884750885152462003-07-22T07:39:00.000-07:002003-07-22T07:39:10.750-07:00I'm just really tired today. Didn't get a great nights sleep, but that happens. I stayed in bed a little longer today. I think that was a mistake. If I had gotten up and gone for my run I think I would actually feel better. I had a splitting headache too. I can't wait for vacation so that my allergies won't be bothering me for a while. 8 days!hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058797707452827972003-07-21T07:28:00.000-07:002003-07-21T07:28:27.356-07:00I'm all moved in. The new space is good. It is pretty quiet on this side of the office. That is both the good and the bad. There is a lot less activity on this side and sometimes you wonder if there is anyone still here. The guys I will be working with are good. They are smart, funny and full of wisecracks.
The weekend was good. We saw friends, took naps and ate some good food. We are counting hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058537768300438752003-07-18T07:16:00.000-07:002003-07-18T07:16:08.266-07:00Today is moving day in the office. New project teams are forming and so lots of us are moving to be with our teams. That means that I lose my window seat. I will enjoy sitting with my team, but I will sure miss the window. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058482007050696102003-07-17T15:46:00.000-07:002003-07-17T15:46:47.040-07:00Riddle me this: On tuesday my hair was brown. On wednesday my hair is white. You saw me and talked to me both days. Why would you ask, "When did you get it done?" Maybe I'm being too harsh.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058451438559381652003-07-17T07:17:00.000-07:002003-07-17T07:17:18.533-07:00Strings of spider web across the knees is a strange sensation.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058366051187847852003-07-16T07:34:00.000-07:002003-07-16T07:34:11.146-07:00So moderation just doesn't fit into my world exactly. I have new hair. Well, I got a haircut and colored my hair. It's platinum. White. I have to say that it does look pretty cool. Kind of extreme though. After a couple more days I'll be use to it. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058279622087661212003-07-15T07:33:00.000-07:002003-07-15T07:33:42.056-07:00The grass is really tall. It has started to dry out though. Things live in the tall grass. I hear the living things stirring. I never see what stirs, but I hear it and move along quickly. I'm sure its probably birds, or some small rodent type animal, but what I don't know, won't hurt me. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058218149754990932003-07-14T14:29:00.000-07:002003-07-14T14:29:09.740-07:00Three in the afternoon. I hit the wall. The steam starts to disappate. It's always been three pm for me. Some days are more difficult than others, of course. I have to figure out some way to get past the wall. Maybe I should stop looking at the clock.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1058192584680836992003-07-14T07:23:00.000-07:002003-07-14T07:23:04.650-07:00Observation: People that are out and about early in the morning at the open space are a friendlier lot than the people that are out later in the day. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057935141522109292003-07-11T07:52:00.000-07:002003-07-11T07:52:21.506-07:00I'm just happy its friday. Another day closer to vacation. Another work week behind me. Nothing big planned for the weekend. Maybe a long run on Sunday. Early. That would be nice. Early morning is such a wonderful time of the day. Not too many man made noises, just birds and squirrels. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057787617895706262003-07-09T14:53:00.000-07:002003-07-09T14:54:44.740-07:00For goodness sakes, why would a young, seemingly sensible young woman wear panty hose, underneath khaki pants on a day that will end up over 90 degrees?! I am truly befungled.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057761280531421412003-07-09T07:34:00.000-07:002003-07-09T07:34:40.410-07:00Allergies suck.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057673103336806792003-07-08T07:05:00.000-07:002003-07-08T07:05:03.283-07:00New routine has me feeling tired mid morning. I've always been and early bird, but for some reason, its been difficult. Sadly, I am starting to rely on caffine to help me through the day. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057587886421038552003-07-07T07:24:00.000-07:002003-07-07T07:24:46.386-07:00We had a most enjoyable fourth of July. Our little neighborhood has a parade. It is pretty silly. Some years there are more participants than other years. We feel that you aren't really having a parade if you don't have spectators. So for the past several years we sit out at the edge of our lawn and cheer them on. And over the years a couple of our neighbors have joined us in the spectating. Thishhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057241498957688272003-07-03T07:11:00.000-07:002003-07-03T07:11:38.960-07:00The handout I worked on for my other half's presentation turned out really well. I like doing good work. Even better when all the design elements come together easily. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057156237311425832003-07-02T07:30:00.000-07:002003-07-02T07:30:37.300-07:00We've tried to grow sunflowers in the past. We would usually end up with one or two flowers that didn't last so long. This year we have a crop of sunflowers. We didn't plant them. They are coming up under the birdfeeder. There are twenty or more flowers. They are ready to burst open any day now. It has been a most wonderful treat!hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1057068979632672982003-07-01T07:16:00.000-07:002003-07-01T07:16:19.600-07:00My other half is taking an Art History class this summer. Everyone has to do a presentation. Hers is this week. We were up late last night working on it. I'm laying out the design for her handout. We have to figure out the cover still. She is very well prepared. In staying up to help I realized that while I miss some parts of being a student, there are other parts I don't miss at all. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1056997197531209772003-06-30T11:19:00.000-07:002003-06-30T11:19:57.486-07:00For some reason the city is tearing up the asphalt on the cross street of the office. It seemed perfectly fine. And there are so many men in bright orange vests that seem to be milling about. One guy to make sure no one turns down the street that is blocked. Another guy to tell the truck that the asphalt is being pured into when to stop and so on. And its taked four hours to tear it up. City hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1056723730409534002003-06-27T07:22:00.000-07:002003-06-27T07:22:10.386-07:00Grown man, driving a Nissan Pathfinder. Sitting at a red light. Drumming his hands on the steering wheel. Face painted like a clown. I couldn't help but stare.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-1056636418047815652003-06-26T07:06:00.000-07:002003-06-26T07:06:58.023-07:00She was my first big celebrity crush. I had posters and pictures on my bedroom wall. I knew it was odd that I had pictures of her while my friends adorned their walls with posters of male tv and pop music stars. She was the original blonde Angel. I had such a thing for her. The other night I was watching some television and she was on a show. Playing the grandmother of a child. She hasn't aged hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-959458792003-06-23T07:19:00.000-07:002003-06-23T07:19:47.246-07:00Mylar stinks. Literally. And it's a pain in the ass. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-958629632003-06-20T07:18:00.000-07:002003-06-20T07:18:32.870-07:00There is this guy, kind of shabby looking, that stands on a busy street corner with homemade signs. The statements on the signs question the Clintons. Interesting, but odd.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-958285732003-06-19T07:50:00.000-07:002003-06-19T07:50:45.320-07:00My brain is mush. I start to type and then lose my train of thought. I suppose I have a point to make if I could remember the point. My head is so full it tingles. Vacation won't be until the end of July and its dangerous to start thinking about it, but I can't wait. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-957917892003-06-18T07:40:00.000-07:002003-06-18T07:40:28.696-07:00It thunders during the day and the dog doesn't seem to notice. It thunders at night and she is beside herself. I don't even react anymore when I hear thunder or there is a big flash of lightening. It doesn't help though. She just paces and pants her hot breath in your face. hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-957163692003-06-16T07:08:00.000-07:002003-06-16T07:08:19.800-07:00Its the little things that excite me. I bought some new undergarments. Its amazing how good I feel wearing a new bra that fits and is comfortable.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-956297422003-06-13T07:30:00.000-07:002003-06-13T07:31:33.000-07:00Standing at the elevator waiting for it to arrive. *Ding* The doors open and out flys a moth. I hope that was his floor.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-955925012003-06-12T08:20:00.000-07:002003-06-12T08:20:35.200-07:00Summer months are tough. Tough in the sense that my inner clock says I should be out playing with my friends. Riding bikes and running around. Skinning knees and collecting bugs. Sandboxes and swimming pools. My friend who had a sandbox that was more like a sandtrap on a golf course that his dad would like with heavy plastic and fill with water so we could swim. When you are only six years old, hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-955490092003-06-11T07:11:00.000-07:002003-06-11T07:11:02.600-07:00My sixth grade year came to an end and within days of it my family embarked on our summer vacation. We were going to see the mouse. The land of Disney was our desitnation. We drove. We made many stops before arriving in Anaheim. The petrified forrest and the painted desert. It was a pretty good time really. The place where the vacation became interesting for me was when we went up the cost to hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-955055052003-06-10T07:01:00.000-07:002003-06-10T07:01:42.596-07:00Number six today. I am definately in the home stretch with these exams.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-954695332003-06-09T09:20:00.000-07:002003-06-09T09:20:27.496-07:00We had a few people over to discuss our house plans. They helped us to know what to do as far as staying or moving. I think we are staying. The new design direction was received well.hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-953715172003-06-06T07:38:00.000-07:002003-06-06T07:38:24.140-07:00I am eating the best breakfast burrito ever. The new breakfast club members are doing an amazing job. My day might end up totally food oriented. Mmmm...hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-953279482003-06-05T07:28:00.000-07:002003-06-05T07:28:52.996-07:00There is a new sign up on an empty lot in my neighborhood promoting the development of 'lofts'. New lofts are going up everywhere. Even in the burbs. A loft isn't a new space or building. That would be an apartment or condo. But those words aren't in fashion so much anymore. So we get lofts. A loft is a raw space, exposed structure, duct work, concrete floors. This new loft development might hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3724237.post-952963572003-06-04T12:18:00.000-07:002003-06-04T12:18:41.853-07:00The pooch got a bath last night. Not because she likes them. She came trotting in the house last night and stunk. She found something in the backyard to roll in. So while I did the dishes my better half bathed the dog. Now there is dog hair everywhere. We've brushed her out over and over and it keeps coming out. I seriously thought about using gel on her before I brought her to work. Then I hhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582256609003733169noreply@blogger.com