Friday

I just got my L. fix! K. came by to make some copies and had her rugrats with her. You know, if I could have kids like that . . . I could almost be convinced I'm missing out on something. L. is just so, cute.

I have gotten SO many compliments on my digital photo frame, that K. gave me for Christmas this past year. People are amazed with my Africa pics. I love the memories it brings back. It was truly a once in a lifetime experiance.

Cindy called this morning while I was getting ready for work, and asked me to stop by and bring donuts. For future reference, Stacey has a 3 donut limit. That girl is wired when she has too much sugar. Adorable, but wired.

I got up nice and early this morning and got the dishes done, clothes folded, dog walked, and still on time to work. This means that tonight I just get to do some light cleaning, and I'm done! Hard to believe I was once ok with just letting my clothes be whereever they landed! Mom, ya done good.

I'm getting ready to book my trip to TX/UT to visit family. Not that I don't want to visit family, but daggone it, I like my life! I don't like leaving Britney for that much time. I'm so grateful for the amazing people that will help me out in taking care of her and my plants! No way I could do it without them.

Can you tell it's been another slow day here? Slow enough even that I'm not even interested in digging out another Journal question, so I'll just have to end with a quote. Happy weekend, everyone.

"It's hard to do nothing because you tend to do something and then you have to drop everything." - Jerry Seinfeld

Journal Entry #4

Ok, this whole slow thing is driving me crazy! Or, as Drew would put it, more like a short walk. Either way, this is not how I like to spend my day. So, I blog.

How, when, and where did you learn to drive? Any funny memories of that day?

I remember the first time Dad let me drive. We had a Mitsubishi Truck, stick shift, and Dad asked me to go to the landfill with him. Of course, being an almost 16 y/o girl, I had MUCH better things to do, but he insisted. On the way back, he pulled into a large open field. "What are you doing?" "Well, you're going to drive." That's where he attempted to teach me the concept of a clutch. I'm not sure if he discussed doing this with Mom or not, but they also insisted that I be able to drive a stick shift without spilling a glass of water set on the dash. At the time, I was convinced it was an impossible task! And, while the NCDMV didn't require parallel parking, Dad sure did! Also, they were certain that I needed to be able to drive our 78 VW bus. Have you tried one of those? Dad's theory was that if you can handle a stick on a VW, you can drive anything. It's another case of, "They were right." Fast forward a few years, and the parents decide that I'M going to teach Brad how to drive. Yeah. Me. Brad. Brad with the ADD/Hyperactivity, gonna figure out how to drive a VW stick. Guess what? Didn't happen. In fact, we did something to it that had it all screwed up and Dad had to come tow it home! We had that VW nearly my entire life. I cried when I found out that they sold it! While I acted like I didn't want to drive it, it was FUN to drive! I could load up all of my friends, their friends, coupla dogs, and be on our way. In fact, we drove the VW to a singles conference once. Me, Mendi, Kathi, and . . . . Sammi, maybe? Man, this memory thing gets harder and harder. All I remember was that there was no radio in the VW, so Kathi brought a boom box along. It was awesome times . . .

Of course, driving was cool and all that, but I still wasn't "allowed" initially out on my own. Mom or Dad would meet me after work, and if all went my way, I could drive home. Dad was really cool about it - he'd put the passenger seat down and "sleep" on the way. Only later did I realize that he was actually praying, not sleeping! Mom, as mom's are allowed to do, tended to be a little more, er, high strung. I don't even remember the first time I got to go somewhere on my own. You would think that this would be one of those "moments" that you remember, but this sure wasn't one of them.

My first car, that was mine, was a 74 Chevy Malibu. 64k original miles, and I sold that thing for $400. I had no idea what I had. It was the hoop-ti-mo-bile, and the first time I tried to put gas in it, I walked around that stupid thing half a dozen times before some kind hearted man came to see if he could help. My friend couldn't figure it out either! Who the heck puts a GAS tank BEHIND the license plate?!?!? I hadn't ever heard of such a creature. I was convinced that with the exception of a gauge inside, my car obviously didn't need fuel. Still remember the gas station: A Maverick in Rexburg. My friend and I were headed to Yellowstone, and thought that we were just all that, cool and stuff. As we got to Yellowstone, there was this horrendous knocking/bubble-ing sound coming from under the hood. The sign at the local repair shop said "$50 to pop the hood, non-negotiable." To a couple of college girls? Outrageous! Still, what were we going to do? I laid on the southern belle, batting of the eye lashes, and the mechanic took pity. Did you know that radiator caps need to actually fit on TIGHTLY? He laughed, tightened it up, and no, didn't charge me the $50.

What about you? First time stories re: your vehicles? Any special memories? I've always had adventures with vehicles . . . but I'll same something else for another day!

Quote:

"A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself." -Josh Billings

Quotes and stuff

One of my strange favorite things is quotes. I love quotes. I have a whole rolodex full of quotes. My "brain" book i.e. schedule also has favorite quotes in it. Some of them are profound, deep, thought provoking things like:

"The truth is that our finest moments are likely to occur when we are feeling deeply uncomfortable, unhappy, or unfulfilled. For it is only in such moments, propelled by our discomfort, that we are likely to step out of our ruts and start searching for different ways or truer answers." -M. Scott Peck

"When a door closes, another one opens. But often we stand there so long looking at the closed door, that we do not see that one that's opened." -Unknown

"The really lucky people do not necessarily have the best of everything. They are the ones who make the most of whatever life throws at them." -Unknown

Of course, the ones that are the most fun are things like:

"If your dog is fat, you're not getting enough exercise." -Unknown

"Nobody's last words have ever been, "I wish I had eaten more rice cakes." -A.Rosenthal

"Nobody ever drowned in their own sweat." -Ann Landers

"The trouble with trouble is that it starts out as fun." -N. Judd

Do you have a favorite quote or saying that makes meaning out of your life? Sometimes you just catch something at just the right time, on just the right day that says it just right. On my bathroom wall is one that Drew sent me. It's a picture of a poor hound dog stuck on his back, with "Some days, all you can do is wait for some kind soul to come pull you out of the bind you've gotten yourself into." Yup. That about sums it up.

Journal Entry #3

It's a slow day here, so I reckon that makes it time for another Journal Entry.

Do you like rainstorms? Do you have any memories connected with rain?

I LOVE rainstorms. Thunderstorms are the best. Even my dog doesn't mind them. But, this house that I'm in now is the best, since it has a metal roof! The garage off to the side of my bedroom has a metal roof, so I can't wait for summertime storms when I can have the windows open! I remember one afternoon at Ricks, I went for a run. Now, I don't like to run. Never have, doubt I ever will. I DO it because it's good exercise, but I don't particularly care for it. Still, this afternoon for some reason I took off, and ran in the pouring down rain. It felt fantastic! I was telling a friend last night that there are some memories that are seared into your mind, and that's one of mine. I know the whole landscape there has changed, but when I was there, AV was the last apartment building at the top of the hill. You had an amazing view of the whole city of Rexburg. Watching those dark clouds roll in over the sand dunes and the city was an awesome sight. I love those days that the forecast calls for "abundant sunshine", but sometimes, a nice good pounding thunderstorm is even better.

Not much else to talk about. Been feeling, eh, not so good. Stressed about something, and it's been affecting my sleep. I am NOT happy about that! Not a happy camper when my sleeping gets screwed up. Otherwise, it's the same old, same old here . . . . exciting, eh?

Those of you who know me, know that I love to read. In fact, Daniel, at the NBDS, has said how strange it is to walk into the room when Annette and I both have our noses in books. I've loved reading since I was a little kid, and it's nothing for me to go through a book a day if I have nothing else going on. I just finished reading a couple that . . . . well, to say I enjoyed them wouldn't be quite true, but I'm glad I read them. One of them was "Last One Out", the story of the highest ranking surviving fireman from 9-11. The other was called "Firehouse", and it's about Engine 40/Ladder 35, which sent in 13 men, with one surviving. It wasn't the easiest read, but I loved seeing these people for the individuals that they were. I've heard people talk about "noble" professions. I believe that public service, and particularly, fire-fighting, is one of these. These people are constantly willing to literally lay their lives down for strangers. There is something about these men that deserves nothing but the highest levels of respect. On the other hand, you won't find more down to earth people. Look at it this way. These guys show up, tear a house apart, drown everything, and you're grateful to them! Anyway. Good reads, if you're looking for a non-fluff type book.

Babies Eat Brain Cells

Did you know this? It's something I had heard, but didn't believe. Then, the following conversation w/Msh.

"And then when I was taking Diesel's stitches out . . ."

"Do what? Stitches? From what?"

"I told you . . . where he had the cancer cut off."

"You never told me about any cancer. What cancer? Where?"

"You know, that growth I told you about down THERE. He has Penile Cancer"

"You did NOT tell me about that."

And, you get the idea. The point is, Msh and I know just about everything about each other. I know that she cleaned her bathroom in between her sick episodes. I know that she likes to slice black olives onto her nachos. I know that she puts butter on her PB&J. How the heck did I NOT know that her horse has cancer?!?!? I realize I'm forgetful, and that I lose small moments of coversation, but that? That I would have remembered!!! Too funny. We're going to blame it on the baby.

Kristin, a girl that I work with, just had a beautiful baby boy, Carter, this past September. She had her baby moments as well, but I think my favorite was this one. She stopped to get gas one morning before coming in. It was one of those pay before you pump kind of places, and she went in, got a drink, paid for her gas, and drove off. Got 1/2 way to work trying to figure out why the "gas" light hadn't gone out yet. She then had to go back, get her gas, THEN come to work. Again, blame the baby . . .

This weekend was B O R I N G. Did I mention boring? I watched more movies this weekend than I have for the past year. But, OK, ok, Transformers was an awesome movie. I remember playing with those when I was young, so I didn't expect a whole lot out of this, and I was amazed. Disappointed with Spider-Man 3, Deja Vu was OK. But, race season starts this coming Saturday, so that means no more slow time for me!!! How does that go? Let's go RACING!!!

Disappointment

You know how you get all worked up and excited about something, and then pbbbbt. Nothing. Nada. That's how I feel. I read last night, "100% chance of winter-y precipitation". So, this morning, I got up, got in the shower, got out, no call from Dave. What the heck? Of COURSE with a 100% chance, we're going to go in late. I check, no messages. Wait . . . I better get a move on! Let Britney out, nothing. Not even a hint of moisture! And they cancelled school for this? I am SO disappointed!! On the other hand, I did run by Wal Mart this morning to return the slipcover that won't fit, and found the most delicious smelling candle, "Tangerine and Jasmine". Now, normally that combination doesn't SOUND appealing, but let me tell you . . . scrumtious! Slurp.

I cleaned house last night, and when I say clean, I mean, CLEAN. Like, down on my hands with a spray bottle and rag and cleaned the tile floor. I've been advised not to mop the floor as it tends to make the grout dark, so this is my solution. Ugh. But, it looks really good now. I can't tell you how much I love things neat and orderly. Yeah, there's some OCD going on there, but it's all good, I promise! I also have a strange obsession with smelly things - love candles and plug ins. Maybe it comes from growing up in a house where Dad was allergic to anything with a smell - I'm making up for last time. Also, I do have a dog, but that doesn't mean I want the house to smell like I have one.

I'm not quite sure how this happened, but it looks like there is nothing on my schedule this weekend. I know these days are numbered, but for now, I love knowing that I can do whatever I want, even if that means not doing anything. I still have a bunch of movies to catch up on watching, and there's always Britney time. Who knows - Maybe K. will have something fun to get into. She always has interesting projects . . .

out of the norm

Good morning - usually I try to keep my posts pretty light hearted, and a humorous take on my life. Today, though, I wanted to share the following poem that I saw on KSL. As many of you may know, I am adopted. Let me say this. I do NOT want to actively search for my birth parents. As far as I am concerned, my "real" parents are the ones that have dealt with me for the last 32 years! I am, however, curious about my medical history, as well as am very curious about Brad's natural history line. It's always an interesting subject, and one that many people ask me about. What prompted this is that UT just defeated a bill that would open adoption records for adoptees over the age of 30. WOW. Brings up interesting arguments about the "rights" of both sides. Does a person giving up a child have the "right" of total anonymity? Does an adoptee have the "right" to know their biological family? I don't know about rights, but I do believe that there ought to be a centralized database that would allow an adoptee to enter their information, and it could then be matched if a biological family member was searching. UT has something similar to this, but it's a cost of $25. I'm sorry, I just don't want to know! I feel like it would be a betrayel of everything that my parents have done for me. Another side of it: I KNOW that I was wanted - my parents did everything in their power to get me. Not all of my friends can say that! Anyway, I wanted to share this poem, and would LOVE to hear your thoughts about all this.

Once there were two women,who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,the other you call Mother.
Two different livesshaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,the other became your sun.
he first gave you life,the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love,the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent,the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,the other dried your tears.
One gave you up.It was all she could do.
The other prayed for a child,and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
the age-old question through the years:
Heredity or Environment -which are you the product of?
Neither my darling, neither,just two different kinds of love.

Tues that feels like Monday

Good evening! Ah, had a spectacular weekend doing just about nothing, and I needed it! Saturday I did laundry and cleaned some, but then took the afternoon off and got my toes done with K. and L. L. picked out my polish, and for a 5 year old, she's got GREAT taste! A nice, bright pink without being too girl-y. Watched a couple of movies, and called it a night. Sunday I spent out watching Co. 11 and Co. 2 burn the house that we tried to do last week. This week was a marginally better success (pics at MySpace) I even got to slide in with a couple of them and take pics/vid of the fire - not a big deal for the seasoned guys, but it was exciting for me. Hey, come on. Haven't you figured out yet that it doesn't take much? Anyway, Monday I got up and took Britney to Bedford to pick up her meds. Found out that she is a solid 80.1 lbs of good lovin'. And, that's GREAT news. The vet had wanted her about 80 lbs, so that's about as close as I can get!!! She's still struggling on that back leg, but I'm still thinking she hasn't torn it completely. Worked today, and let me tell you. It's almost not worth being off on Monday's, because all the problems seem to be worse on the following Tuesday! Mostly because people don't seem to remember that it was a Federal Holiday. That, and "business" day seems to confuse people. Came home tonight to find out that somehow, my trash can got squooshed, but that was made better by the flowers left on my doorstep! And, these are some of the best kind, cause it's a potted plant! Now, the trick will be to see if I can keep from killing it! Any suggestions?

TGIF, and stuff

Whew. Normally, I don't much care either way if it's Friday or not, but I have to say, I'm looking forward to this one! Nothing in particular, it'll just be nice to get "life" straightnd back out. This past weekend kinda threw me for a loop, and I'm trying to get my feet back under me. Ok, so maybe that makes no sense to anyone else but me, but . . . that's alright. I got up this morning and made Pioneer Woman's Orange muffins for the girls at work. Simple, easy, but NOT lo-cal. You have to admit, any recipie that starts with "two sticks softened butter" isn't gonna be easy on the hips. However, everyone here seemed to really enjoy them. I love to cook, and I'm pretty daggone good at it, too. I just HATE, hate, HATE to do the dishes! That, and I'm not a fan of leftovers, either. When I was a kid, I grew up with the idea of "clean your plate". If we didn't, then it would be leftovers for us for breakfast the next day. HORRIBLE. So, now, I have issues with leftovers. Oh, and my wonderful roommate, Msh, has managed to get food poisoning 3 times now, so I've inherited her fear of old food. I remember in college, we would eat pizza that was a couple of days old without even flinching. I think tonight it's going to be meatloaf and then those amazingly delicious looking roasted garlic mashed potatoes from PW. Happiness, I tell you.

Couple of people have asked: No, Britney's knee isn't doing much better, but it's not as bad as when she blew out the right one, so . . . keep your fingers crossed!!! I have a lovely bruise on the top of my right foot where she keeps bringing her "Fire Hydrant" toy into me and dropping it for me to refill with a treat. I guess she figures that my ignoring her means that I wasn't aware of the toy, so she picks it up and drops it again. Over and over, on my foot, until I break down and fill it up for her. Yup, I can be trained.

Happy "Love Sucks" day!

Ok, not really, but I saw that comment and got a kick out of it. I don't have a problem with V-day, but I remember what a HUGE deal it was in high school. Right before each period ended, they would announce everyone's name to come to the office to pick up deliveries. And, each period, you would see girls lugging around HUGE vases of flowers. Those of us not so fortunate, it was this huge flag waving "SINGLE". Now, a couple of years, I did get flowers, and it was awesome. One friend sent the most beautiful boxed set (you know, long stemmed in that white box), and NO other girl got anything like it. Very classy and tasteful, and I loved it!!! The thing is, though, that I love getting flowers for NO reason, not just birthday and V-day. It just says, even more, "Hey, I was just thinking about you, and thought this might cheer you up". The last flowers I got were this past summer and they were gorgeous, lasted forever. That saying, it's the thought that counts, and flowers popping up meant he was thinking about you. Drew sent a beautiful arrangement once, full of spring flowers, my favorite! I love daffodils/tulips/iris, things like that, and they don't do well in arrangements, but that one was spectacular.

Journal Entry #2

Last night we were called out for a MVC. I hop into Squad 32 with Mike driving, and off we go. Wait . . . let me back up. As I was clammoring into my turn out gear, my jeans got pulled up into the leg of the coveralls. Adam was running past, so I grabbed him and asked, "Hey, pull my pants down." Dur. Open mouth, insert foot. Anyway, we got on scene of what was supposed to be a tractor trailer wreck, and it's a regular ole' car. Ok, fine and dandy, but they had this dog with them. Now, I have a REALLY soft spot for animals, and I couldn't STAND to see him there looking so pitiful! I know Mike's going to give me a hard time, but I just had to at least cover his crate up so he could stay a little warm! Don't know if it did the puppy a bit of good, but at least it made me feel better to try!

It's a gray, drizzly day here, so I'm finding something to do. Why not another journal entry?

"Have you had a driving ticket? What did you do?"

I've had a few, but there's only onesthat really stands out. The first was when I was first at SVU. Now, I didn't have a car, so I hadn't driven in B.V. yet. Msh asked me to run down and drop some movies off. Off I went, and on the way back, I got pulled over. Now, I know that in most towns, the speed limit is 35, so I was at about 37. NOWHERE between the school and MovieStarz, is a limit posted. Oh, it's 25 MPH, by the way. So, I go to court. I ask the judge if I could plead "No Lo Contendre" or however it is you spell that. "Yes, if you can tell me what it means". Uhhh, I think it means that I'm not saying I did it, but I'm not saying I didn't do it either. He agreed, and let me off with just paying court costs.

The other time, driving the same car, but this time, Michelle was with me. We were on our way back from Lexington, and it was a GORGEOUS spring day. You know, the kind where it's finally warm enough to have the windows down, the music was up, lots of sunshine, and you don't have a care in the world? Those days are amazing. I FLEW past the State Trooper. About 75 in a 55. He didn't even have to hit the blue lights, I pulled over! As he came up, I was laughing and handing him documents. "Yup, I was speeding." He got such a kick out of everything he let me go! Ahh, Tazz. He was such a good car. Many happy memories involved there. "Don't hit the garage door!" "Really, I can drive" "Oh, we gotta go, NOW!"

Journal Entry

Ok, so I've been running into some writers block lately. My life is great, but can get routine, and I'm sure it gets, well, not as exciting to read about. I mean, you can't possibly be interested in a Skills Drill that I passed, right? Nothing exciting there. So, I have this little book, "How To Write Your History", and it has questions that you then answer. I figured I might as well give it a shot today.

First one. Describe your first home or apartment on your own. Welllll, first one "on my own" would be when I took off for Ricks College in Rexburg Idaho. I stayed at Aspen Village, and I chose Aspen for one reason. Ok, maybe two. #1, they had an indoor, heated pool. Keep in mind, this was Idaho. That equals COLD. Plus, I swam all through high school, and love to be in/near/around water. #2, it was as co-ed as Ricks went. Meaning, MY building was all female, but all the other buildings were male. Hmmmmm, good odds there. (I later had a roommate who introduced me to this smoking hot, blond, blue eyed RM who also lived in AV that set my heart on fire, but I'll save that for another time!) I started in the summer, so my first apartment was very temporary. These buildings were cinder block construction, with economy blue/gray carpet. I was on the second floor, and as you came in, there was a kitchen table, and then the living room on the left. Kitchen was to the right, but when I say kitchen, it was TINY. Head back through the hallway, and bedroom on the left, bathroom on the right. My bedroom was in the back on the right. I did have roommates initially, but Becky is the only one I can remember. She was awesome! She really introduced me to a lot that Rexburg had to offer, and also taught me that it really is OK to go grocery shopping in your pajamas . . . as long as they are cute PJ's. That summer was awesome - if the whole year had been like that, Rexburg might have had a whole different outcome. I remember lots of little snippets: Bridge jumping, rolling in the sand dunes, playing on the waterslide, Dave fixing my bike for me.

Dave, now, he was an interesting character. Thought he had all the *right* credentials, RM, tall, blond, smart, and he took me out several times. We sat on the hill overlooking the town on the Fourth. He kissed me, it was magic. Wow. Spectacular. Could he have been THE ONE?!?!?! Next morning when he came by, he told me that he just couldn't see me anymore. Huh? Do what? Wait, where did I go wrong?? He then tells me that he just couldn't be with a girl who didn't have "Higher Personal Standards". Ok, then why the heck did you TRY to kiss me? "Because a woman who is truly pure would not have let me." That was my first introduction to the screwed up mentality that existed. Now, fast forward 7 years, and I meet this chick at Southern Virginia who initially scared the daylights out of me. She was all fashion model-esque, and I was about as country casual as it gets. Turns out, we had a few things in common. We had both gone to Ricks, but she lived at Harmony House. We really started talking one night when she took pity on me and fixed me a PB&J because I had to work over the time the cafeteria was open. I took one bite and was CONVINCED that she had tried to poison me. Who puts BUTTER on a PB&J? Anyway, we got to talking, and it turns out that SHE went out with this Dave character as well!!! Quite a game he was playing. Oh, and this girls name? Michelle. :-)

Back to the apartment. After everyone moved out prior to fall semester, my other roommate had these 2 birds that she couldn't take with her, so I took them. I figured, they're birds. How hard can they be to take care of? Ha. Ha. Ha. I let them out in the bathroom while I cleaned their cage, and then could NOT get them back in! I had to get one of my FHE brothers to come over and catch them for me! I quickly found new homes for them after that.

I suppose it's true - after enough time, there are only fond memories left. I love my memories of that year - every single daggone one of 'em.

Windy Sunday

Good afternoon! I just got home from playing with the Fire Department. They had a house that they were going to burn down, and I went to take photos. However, with the wind kicking like it is today, they decided that it wasn't safe and called it off. Too bad, but the right call to make! This week has been SLOW and uneventful! Annette and I did drop by the Drag Strip's banquet last night for a little bit. It was wonderful to see S. and her young'uns! They are getting SO big. Dinner wasn't bad, either. :-) Was on call last night, and fortunately, wasn't out all night. However, I just couldn't sleep. I'm a pretty vivid dreamer, and even though I would wake myself up, when I'd fall back asleep, I'd pick right back up again. Very frustrating!!! And, it wasn't even one of those **good** dreams, either! The worst part is not knowing if what I was dreaming about is what I WANT to have happen or what I'm AFRAID will happen. Sheesh.

Couple of people have asked, so let me just clear it up. No, I am NOT seeing Eric. The whole thing just kind of fizzled. Living 2 hours away from someone will do that. I just don't see myself doing a distance dating scenario. Heck, I can barely find time in my schedule now to just do dinner in Lexington! Now, don't get me wrong, for the right guy I could make all kinds of time, but for right now, it's all good. Guess that's it for now - I got my house cleaned yesterday so that means today is for laundry. Fun, and schtuff . . . .

Meatloaf and other tidbits

Good evening! The reason this is called "Meatloaf" is, well, because there is a meatloaf in the oven!!! It's one of those comfort foods, and I'm feeling the need for some comfort. Ok, so not really, but I got to missing mom's home cookin' today. Guess that means the home cooking part is up to me. To be fair, I'm a daggum good cook. I just get tired of cooking for one all the time. But meatloaf is a meal for a week.

Had a blast tubing this past Saturday. The only complaints were two: the LINE, and the cost of food. I mean, come on. $13 for a dried out chicken sandwich, cold fries and a drink? I think, though, that the big kids had more fun than the little kids! Once the sun went down those hills were FAST. Several times I was grateful for friends at the bottom to play catch. Well worth it, as well as getting to spend time with friends. Remember what I was saying about threads making the ropes of friendships? There was some MAJOR spinning going on!

Otherwise, same ole, same ole. Did watch the SuperBowl last night, and was excited to see a game being played fourth quarter! I was kinda pulling for both teams . . . if that's allowed. This week going on, other than the usual meetings, etc. Maybe I can come up with something interesting to write . . .

Quick Post

Just a quick note to let y'all know I posted new pics over at MySpace. I had a blast yesterday tubing, but am recovering today!!! Gotta be ready for the SuperBowl!!!