Mundane ramblings and a few photos

Just so's I don't look like I fell off the face of the earth, I thought I'd write just-about nothing here. Which is also just about-nothing, come to think of it. I've been trying to build my facebook page so that Meredith quits pinging me about my under-developed page. Which it is not now.

This is a picture of my newly patched up garage that Brad calls a shed. The window was falling down and some shingles were getting eaten up by the elements. I've been supervising the work. Next is getting Brad to do the painting. But I need to get an outside estimate first.

And this is Brad with a rhino hairstyle. We didn 't think it made him look any more youthful, but he feined a nice rather blank look to go with it, and we both cracked up and were just about in tears, laughing.

Obviously not much new here.

Oh yea, except Funkhouser got elected mayor tonight. I wonder if I voted correctly, and with only a 1,010 vote margin between the two. Hmmm. We'll see.

Probably the coolest award ever...

This has to be the best award I've ever received. When I got it home, I stared at a while, re-read it, and then remembered: OMG, I art-directed the award myself tons of years ago because the award needed updating.

That makes me grin. I also remember what I was thinking back then, too. How cool is that?

The liquid-slick surface, soft beveled edges and a shiny gold lettering surface embedded under layers of what feels like glass. It's heavy ... and it's hot.

So how made sides ARE there on a triangle...?

And other obviously unanswerable questions.

My version of the little thingy I sent to Meredith...

Done...

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Oh Al. Oh Bob. O stone be not so.

Today's too-early installment. In case it's not obvious, the lyrics are made entirely of palindromes.

Rachmaninov had big hands

Yesterday's enjoyment-installment.

This eye track set of photos got me to laughing.

Go figure...

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My new vendetta...

All right already. I'll post.

It's been a rocky few weeks.

Oh so delighted to receive the 2007 Direct Marketer of the Year award from the KCDMAssociation, but it meant time-consuming shopping for fancy digs, which I enjoyed putting together nicely. Missy helped me find the slacks that would look good with the dusty black silk mandarin-collar top (with bugle-beads in a firefly pattern along all bottom edges.) Unfortunately, no good photo from the night because the winner is a "secret," so carrying a camera on my arm would have been a give-away. Jill took a camera-phone photo and someone else took a photo that he said he'd get to her. Bradfo looked sweet and polished, and my well-practiced speech went off really nicely. Missy and Jill were in tears by the time I finished. Really. Wild.

Here's me and Jill.


Note to self: shop for tiara.

And I then I promptly got a cold, though not like the dastardly New Year's one. This one was more reasonable and usual -- the 5 short day variety. Was it the zinc spray I used this time? Who would know.

The weather turned usually warm this week, though it's back to a more predictable 45 today. But yesterday was 80! So this Monday I did the yard spring clean-up gig, raking leaves out of the flower beds and other nooks, plus raking up the millions of rather annoying little pointy balls that hover and fall off my huge sweetgum tree. I drove down a street yesterday and noticed that some fool had planted those trees along a length of the street so an entire block or two was covered with the messy-looking little numbers. They not only kill the grass because when you step on one, they bore into the ground, but they also are amazingly effective ankle twisters. I filled 4 large yard bags with them. And they're totally heavy to drag to the curb. But it was very cool to be out in the yard again. The tulips, crocus and iris I planted for Kath in fall of 2004 are peeking out, so that's kinda exciting to wait for.

Makes me think of Molly, Kath's college and long-time friend. She always focuses on gardening about this time of year. I'll ping her and see what's coming up in her yard.