Wow, I'm a horrible blogger. I keep meaning to remedy this but I don't. Too many distractions. At least I blogged on my anniversary ( Read more... )

It's really too bad that Facebook has eaten so much of my blogging time. I need re-learn how to write more than two to three sentences at a time and get in touch with my inner paragraph. I know there are a few of you (at least two!) who come here to look at my pretty pictures and I apologize for slacking on the job.

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Growing up, my parents weren't the type who planned summer vacation trips or quick jaunts out of town for family picnics. Most of the time, they were working and busting their arses trying to get the hockey school up and running. We went on ONE family vacation on a long hiking trip in Montana and then drove through Wyoming and SoDak and back home ( Read more... )

Yes, folks I swam in the Willamette River and lived to tell about it. So far I haven't grown any new appendages or turned green, but dammit, I FINISHED!!!!!

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I can see the end of my vacation drawing near. I have important matters of state to attend to and no desire to do anything but slack. I have a long overdue neighborhood newsletter to write and dates to change for our meeting and people to notify. I am having much more fun sitting in my backyard reading and taking an occasional break to check e- ( Read more... )

We went to a wine tasting tonight at Mantra. After tasting some interesting Malbecs, we came home and Ian pulled weeds while Grendel supervised.


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The day dawns not as beastly hot as it has been the past few days. It's only supposed to be 99 today. Break out the parka ( Read more... )

Today is Day 1 of my vacation. I am taking next week off to recharge my batteries and rest. I wanted to go to the coast for a day but with the expected inferno next week, the last thing I want to do is sit in a car on asphalt. So I shall find something else to do ( Read more... )

Well, the in-laws are safe in California and our livers are healing. The guy that picks up our recycling is recovering from having to lift all those bottle into the truck. His back was helped by the ass-hats who decided to stop by around 10:30 Sunday night and help themselves to 8 tons of Diet Coke cans. It wasn't 8 tons. But close ( Read more... )

When I was a kid I used to make fun of my parents for making lists. I'm sitting here at my desk with various lists scattered around the top. There's a list of music I want to get, a list of things I have to done this weekend, my training list, and a book list. Who knew?


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