I want to know what is happing here?

I've been home now for 2 weeks and I've been working harder than when I'm on the road. Crap.
I thought when you come home you were suppose to play and enjoy the Squirrels doing acrobatics in the back yard.

I have my own little circus in the back yard with the furry woodland creatures jumping from trees and wrestling with each other.

Today would be a good day for a Farscape marathon. I might just close my eyes and do the Runaway Ralph thing and imagine that I'm at the Brickyard battling it out for number one.

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Anonymous said…

Convicted or evicted anyone?

DG

(New posting on Travel Penguin this morning.)

2:26 PM

Me said…

Did you end up with a trial that could keep you on duty for 4 months??? :)

Oh - and the 'work' thing while you are at home... can I tell Coffeehusband THAT is what husbands are supposed to do? I don't think he got that memo. ;)

10:15 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...

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