I am a tired girl - and still stuck in the burgh. Let me rewind a bit. So, Friday night we headed to Dallas to take in a Stars game, so I have now crossed the Victory Center off of my list. The Stars won and I noted their little quirk - screaming "STARS" during the national anthem each time it is sung. They also have the requisite little crew that asks how much time is left in the period :) We actually headed into Ft. Worth and took the train the rest of the way, it was a nice evening, despite nasty weather that had a few tornados touch down in the area. Since we took the train I couldn't stick around to try and gather an autograph as I had hoped for Beff, but we'll just have to let her get that one herself.

Today I headed out at 6am and we drove to the airport. I get to Charlotte and be damned if both of the noon-time flights to the burgh aren't cancelled. The next flight out was overbooked and now had about 45 people waiting to get on it as well. Even that one would have brought me in later than the last flight to J-tizzle so it wasn't a big deal that I waited in Charlotte for the 5-something flight. That even left late, but the woman who took care of me when I first got off my initial flight and saw my next leg was cancelled was kind enough to get me on first class, set me up with a hotel in the burgh, and give me some vouchers that will save me $20 on grub through my flight tomorrow. At least I'll be back in time to get my girlie before the game. Right now I just want to sleep but my mind has been too restless the past two nights to allow.

I love the fact that other women loathe me. Is it wrong to enjoy it so much? Never say never my love, been there done that.

I guess the oddest occurence worthy of reporting was seeing some little girl get hit by a truck in the Chic-fil-A parking lot. That was a bit interesting. She's okay, or at least appeared to be, probably a few stitches, but I think that's why God makes kids bouncy. I do have to say that her mother is darn lucky. I did notice the girl a minute or so before she got hit playing around in an empty parking space. When I saw her get hit at first I didn't realize what I was seeing.

Other than that it's been a fairly relaxing few days. I did find a copy of my textbook for the spring semester, so that's on order. I also had a fabulous dinner tonight at Pappadeux's (hawaiian yellowfin tuna). I'm so completely stuffed.

Time to do some more surfing for opportunities - time to help them knock a little louder.

Merry Christmas kiddies. I have in my clutches my beautiful dark gray 600 thread count sheets. I can't wait to climb into these in my nice comfy bed. I also have some new tunes, a new work sweater to keep myself from freezing (minus the holes the last one developed from daily wear).

I've also snapped a bit after a discussion w/ the BIL and the neighbor and have started looking at options to run away. It's far fetched, but the fact is I'm in a rut (Johnstown). Even if it takes a year or two to climb out of the hole I am going to start clawing my way out.

I got my A! I can't even express how happy I am. This was, by far, the most difficult semeseter which demanded the longest hours and the most amount of tears.

My trip went well despite some delays. I know I need to get back to NC someday simply because of the strong draw and desire to be there I had as we came into Charlotte. I guess I need to start planning for an extended time frame at some point. Now that Slippy has announced her resignation I'm getting a little bit more inspiration to look around a bit. I still need to decide if I want to do the dual major. I guess I should, but I am so happy to be near done. Suck it up and take the four additional classes, right? It just seems like an extended death sentence to my current prison.

Still the busy has not completely settled down. Today was rather hectic finishing things up at work before my holiday time off and heading out to grub with family before firing off the last final exam session. Today was also a day of unexpected events, some good, some bad. The Christmas card was a shock and it was one that performed its desired task of peeving. The visit made this evening's Christmas two-fold.

I now have a fabulous basket of candles, wine, chocolate, and bath-related scents from C&V. I also have, courtesy of my beloved mother, a shiney new coffee pot, a set of requested oven mitts, chocolate covered cherries (that were not masking socks - long story from my childhood), and some rather nifty nail files. Check these babies out.

I finished grading things a bit later than expected/desired this evening, but at least the class is done. I figure I'll save the full shut down of this semester's class for when I am rested. For now, sleep, I have yet another looong day ahead of me.

If I count last evening as Christmas number 2, then tonight was Christmas number 3 - with Beff and the Slipster. We exchanged gifts and a few rumor worthy tidbits. I can't wait to see things come to fruition. *grin* Once again these two were too good to me. I'm now the proud owner of my very own bright red ex knife set, pictured here, oh, fond memories of you dear one. I am very pleasantly surprised how nice the knives are that are included with this, and the holder is magnetized, so they won't fly every which way if I tip the booger over.

I also got Jay and Silent Bob do Degrassi, a Chemical Brothers CD, a couple of books, my long lusted after NHL chess set, and a replacement tube of the awesome color Mary Kay lipstick that was destroyed during the Quest on the last cruise. Slippy even cooked for us... and it rawked. This was a nice way to spend the evening after feeling a bit off due to a mead headache, a bit too little sleep, and 6+ hours of grading assignments and waiting for tests to come back in.

Chiefs defeat Cincy! Let the party begin. Well it would have started either way as the politically incorrect Christmas event must. I do have to admit it wasn't as incorrect as it has been in years past, but I was there until 6am. Oops. So much for sleep before giving a couple more sets of exams. Be careful for all of those spider babies Scott.

Interestingly I think I may have "called it" earlier in the evening. That list of signs someone is cheating is still quite at the forefront of my mind and I see it. Some interesting plans for a holiday there dear boy.

Been resting fairly well, not feeling as stressed thanks to finishing up my term a bit early, but I still have a list of things to accomplish each night. Gratefully however that list doesn't have me up past midnight consistently.

Tonight after work I headed to get a new do, which I'm happy with so far, but I can never fully tell until it's been washed and I have to straighten and/or curl it once by myself, but this shows promise and it feels so much lighter. With as much hair as I have, this is key. After dinner I got to meet Missy and Bob's baby, Addison, for the first time and got to play with Ryla again, now that she's all grown up. I'm not a baby person and am not going to be trying to hold someone's kid, so it was a meeting from a bit of a distance. But she was quiet while we ate dinner, so we're friends (screaming babies also not high on my list).

At present I'm watching a special on the National Geographic Channel that I've been looking forward to since I saw the ad for it - In the Womb: Animals. Sure, we've all seen the videos of babies in the womb, but it's just so nifty to watch the fetuses of puppies, dolphins, and elephants develop.

This weekend, starting today, the Chiefs take on the Cyclones three times. While that will likely result in some interesting squabbles on the ice come Saturday it also means we could easily slide down another notch in the standings if we don't show up to play. Judging from tonight's numbers we were outshot by a factor of 3. That doesn't sit super well. The Chiefs did hold on, thanks to Morgan, and took everything into overtime and to the shootout, where they lost.

I have another jersey ordered from the first part of the season, I'm already behind on my photo list, so I'll just be a slacker and update with the new year for all to see.

What the FRELL are you doing here? (best wicked witch of the west voice) ... and your little dog too. Damnit. I still had fun. Despite the 4 year failure, the lack of classroom distraction, and other things... you're not ruining my evening.

"You don't even know the meaning of the words 'I'm sorry'. You said you would love me until you die, and as far as I know you're still alive. -Shakira"

The Chiefs lost another today. I cranked out the final exam before the game, and headed out to celebrate Christmas #1 with Missy after the game at the Boulevard. I'm now the proud owner of my own copy of Clerks II *grin*

I still have quite the welts in my legs from the retarded pair of thigh highs from last night. You'd swear I put something caustic around my legs in two bands and they still feel raw when the water from the shower hits them. Time for some more class room check in and off to bed. I have another long day ahead of me tomorrow.

I look forward to the work party every year. While everything was nice, I wasn't overly zealous once I got there. Maybe it was the lingering of my caffeine headache, maybe it was just a mood, maybe it was seeing the pairs and couples paraded in front of me again, I don't know.

Nope, I wasn't trampled by reindeer. Instead I've just been busy as can be - despite a bit of a reprieve. Where to start so I can bring you, faithful reader, up to speed. First all of the long hours I spent on my term paper truly paid off, and more than I could have fathomed. My professor was so happy with my draft that I am done for the term. No changes to the paper, no need to release the upgrade to the fan club website on the class deadline (which is a darn good thing considering how slow the pieces of content beyond my control are able to come together). You'd think I would have plenty of time on my hands as a result, but that's not quite the case.

I've still been up late most every night this week as we're to the part of the term that is stressing the class I'm teaching, so there are plenty of questions to answer that have been challenging to keep up with. Work has been kicking my rear in that I'm busy all day every day, which is good since I'm not onsite.

Last night I came home to no power. Quite the suck-situation given that it was right in time with our first snow and some rather cold temps. It was just the small stretch of houses on my block and everyone around us was still shining bright, their holiday lights tormenting us through the windows. The automated system for Penelec said the power would be on by midnight - so the night of getting things done online was a wash. I curled up by the fire and wrote out the final exam I need to complete and played with the dog and eventually headed to bed in the dark and cold. I felt the heat kick on at 5:30 in the morning when the power was restored but I didn't dare leave my comfortable bed to see how low the house got. All I know is an hour and a half later when my cell phone beeped to wake me, the heat was still going and it was only up to 60. I later found out a car accident caused the problem.

Now, if I can just get the final exam pulled together and keep up with the questions for what I'm teaching I'll be good to go this semester. Oh, and I got an appointment letter in the mail, they'd like me to teach it again in the spring! The extra cash is definitely nice and it is how I paid for the A/C I had installed.

This evening I just finished cranking out the cookies I need for Monday around bouts of checking for more questions. Ok, not really cookies, but no bakes are still fabulous. Speaking of which - I hear one wimpering. THAT is a sign of weakness.

Vixen's nose has that twinge of pink to it - definitely proof that winter is here at last.

Where has my weekend gone? Friday night's game was a beauty. While I'd rather win in regulation I do find overtime and the shootout engaging, it's even better when you manage to triumph during it. We did win and beat Trenton Friday in the shootout. Same on Saturday against Reading. Katsy is our shootout man for sure, and more than earning his salary this week!

Somewhere in the midst of Friday evening I also got the draft term paper turned in. I spent the earlier part of Saturday sending out and waiting for tests to come back and getting a new tenant welcomed. Today was just as busy even though I don't feel like I did much. I did bring the tree downstairs as it felt wrong to just have gifts sitting around w/o a tree. I just didn't decorate it. The last few gifts are wrapped too. I also hit the grocery store so I had food to cook up the delish grub I ate tonight. Boy am I stuffed. But the majority of the day went to grading the tests from yesterday.

I had so wanted to head to Westwood this evening to see Saw III, but I'm too tired and it's too damn cold out to consider it.

I just can't take sitting in the fluorescent lights all day. My head is a boomin and teetering on the edge of a migraine. Once again I spent most of the day fighting against falling asleep. I am trying to absorb but I just can't. I'm wiped. I came home and made my to do list hoping that unloading those items onto paper would allow me to fall asleep for a little while. I did nap, but now I just feel off. I'm so out of it that I almost forgot the second test for the class I'm teaching was happening this week.

Just a few more weeks, I hope I can make it without crumbling. Paper. Must focus on the paper.

I had another one of those more horrifying dreams last night. I tend to say I don't have nightmares, I do, they just don't leave me waking up screaming just a bit confused and pensive over the topic. This morning I remember the pieces of avoiding this animal, I don't know if it was a cat or a dog that was evil and out to kill. I remember holding the door shut and imploring whomever I was with to help hold the door. I know I'm missing pieces but, from there I remember ending up inside at a kitchen table with a couple and two other people that I had reservations about - but I knew they had helped us escape the devil-animal. Then the male of the couple says "but it's okay because now she'll be a mom" and the woman of the couple looked down at her stomach as she turned the corner of the table walking towards me - I knew - to kill me, and then a few faces looked up at me with that knowing smile/smirk. That was when the alarm went off. Nice, eh? My dreams are becoming a bit too dark for my own taste.

I struggled to stay awake all day today at the "great opportunity" location. I never did do well in long lecture classes, but most of my day was listening to someone talk. It was just too much. Now to get the draft of my term paper done. *sigh*

The Chiefs lost! Waaaah. But I did get a nice signed game day booklet from England today! Thanks Zos!

I also got some of the apartment turnover complete, luckily the previous tenant did a pretty good job cleaning up. I did still have to run to buy some replacement items as tenants past scraped up pots that are now rusting and looking nasty. Why must boys use metal scrapers with no-stick pans?

I remembered a little creepy story I forgot to blog from my trip to the dentist. So there was a coat and hat sitting on a chair. I made my assumptions of who might wear these clothes while I waited. When the teenaged boy came out and left with his mother (who was also waiting in the lobby) left without snagging the coat and hat I was a bit perplexed. But it didn't compare to how horrified I was to see the rather old gentleman come out and put these garments on. The hat read "Do you want to go home with me?" *shiver*

Jamie Hillegas, whoever that is, is an asshole. Why pray tell? Because they're irresponsible with their money and have creditors calling. Ok, that doesn't make someone an asshole that just makes them stupid, but the fact that they clearly have given out my home telephone number to their bill collectors does make them an asshole.

I've been woken up several times, and told the people calling repeatedly that this moron does not live here but it appears the bill collectors are even larger assholes as they continue to call.

Thanksgiving. Ate too much, but need I actually point that out? I headed to mom's after work on Wednesday and woofed down a good bit today. She always does cook like the army planned on swinging in.

I have to admit even Thanksgiving as a holiday has me a bit sad. Holidays are rather pointless when all they are is another day with an abnormally large meal. Maybe my mood also reflects the never ending supply of 40something men that find my profile appealing. Blah. I don't want old. Shoot. I am not sure I want my age... I guess it's not fair to wish I could have my 20's back? I so should have spent them whoring it up a bit.

Does the goofy household discovery thing ever end? All evening since I've returned from my dentist visit (all clear!) and dinner at the Boulevard, Vixen has had her nose shoved back by the bookshelves. Great, so there must be a critter that came in. This happens as it gets cold around here - a small field mouse or two, nothing that lasts long. A while later I hear scurrying across the ceiling. This isn't a small field mouse. Ok, so it's probably a squirrel. Needless to say this flashes me back to the occasion when a squirrel came down through the chimney. Lesson learned on that previous occasion? While the squirrel can climb straight up the wall and across the curtains Satin could not, but she sure as heck tried.

Dangit, I posted last night but it tossed an error and wouldn't let me back in. Long story short the trip to Dayton was nice since we won and slid into first place, but I left with a sour taste in my mouth. To think they'd want to toss in the towel and cancel the game just to avoid being near the fan club on a bus. Say what they will that it was because they wanted to stretch out etc but I know that's crap from the way they danced outside as though a miracle could save them from their fate and from the row of empty seats between us and them as though we were going to bite. Will I take the next road trip? Sure, but it'll be to watch Bates play, not the Chiefs.

The trip had me fairly well worn out despite sleeping pretty well on the bus with my feet kicked up on the window. Tylenol knocked me out the rest of the way last night and I crashed out from around 9pm to 8am. It's my last chance to come in a bit late, so I took it. I'm sure I'll be working through lunch anyhow.

The Nailers lose again... and Ian MacLean returns to the Chiefs! Tomorrow it's time to see them win in Dayton! You'll recognize me. I'll be the girl grading code on the way there.

I was asleep by midnight last night. How in my mind that seems so early is beyond me. What have I become? My workday today was rather hectic. At least I still have part of the day Monday to finish up a few more things before migrating downtown. This is going to be an interesting couple of months. All I have to say is there had better be some eye candy down there. I have to test the loaner laptop to see if I can get into my timesheet and email since the tunnel won't work on my personal machine for some ungodly reason, so I guess it's time to head off.

I've said for years that the Detroit Red Wings (and Martha Stewart) were the Devil. If tonight's episode of Southpark didn't demonstrate my theory beyond all argument I don't know what does.

The Chiefs lost this evening. I'm too tired to have more feeling than a desire to turn in. But of course, there is too much to be done. I just realized that an assignment for the class I'm teaching was due at midnight (adding another thing to my to do list), what kind of a-hole teacher... oh wait, that's me.

There are just too many things. I need to start making more lists before things fall out of my brain.

oooh, but it's a greeeeeeat opportunity! Well golly gee, that changes everything.

I rested up after leaving work a bit early yesterday and did some work in the evening before returning to my bed for some sleep catch-up. This morning it was all about the weekly assignment. Now if I just had more hours and inspiration to crank out the individual paper. 5 weeks left. I can do this.

While the Chiefs lost tonight it was a loud one. The Word of Life crew was in town once again and kept the place humming. While the boys weren't scoring they were hitting. Some of the hits were hard enough you'd think they were expecting candy or beer to fall out.

Thanks to my little letter in the Tribune the other day I had a visitor at my seat... Thank you to Don Hall for giving me the pleasure of his introduction. I'm touched that you would take the time to come in appreciation of my effort. I wish I could do more.

For the first time in a very long time I left work not only feeling like I accomplished something but I also felt a bit hardcore. Judy was writing perl. Go me. I actually got somewhere too! I should have something finalized this morning that will pull all of the files in a few folders _with history_ from our old ClearCase VOB to the new one.

I foolishly went to the Southside last night with coworkers and didn't end up getting home again too quickly. Shame on me. I was dead tired yesterday afternoon and nearly falling asleep. Another late night with no progress on my assignments is not what I needed. I'm heading out early today. Maybe a nap, but definitely a jump start on work that needs finished up this weekend. At least if my nose is buried in my books I don't have to hear the wonders of my friends tauted by others.

I also just want to spend some time with my fuzzy girl. I am feeling bad at the thought of not spending the holidays entirely with her. But maybe that is just my mind and my paranoia staying a step ahead of me.

The Maple Leafs do have a good sense of humor.

I'm so sleepy today. For a Monday yesterday wasn't so bad, it went fast. The CD player in the Stratus works once again and I am ready to toss her to the garage. Dealing with ClearCase VOB migration all day made the clock move, but of course I saved the worst for last and I'm not sure how to automate this last effort and make my life a whole hell of a lot easier.

I did haul myself over to vote this morning. I was voter number 33 (go Bates)! From there I went to Sheetz to snag a coffee and almost voted for a Schmuffin too. Touch-screens are fun. I also shared my opinion in a rebuttal submitted to the reader forum late last evening. I was rather confused and disoriented to have the newspaper call me at 7:15 this morning to confirm my submission. Desperate for content eh?

Fantasy hockey I finally fought my way to number 2 in our league. Let's see how long I can clutch on to that one.

I also submitted myself as a party of one for the Gala. I'm sure it will be easier to go and have fun without feeling the need to tend to a date, but it would have been nice to have one.

Oh baby, how about them Chiefs? Good job boys. I've said it before, I'll say it again - nothing makes me more proud than controlling and whipping Wheeling. Before the game I did grub at the Boulevard with the Slipster, it was quite nice to sit and chat. After the game, over to the Haven for another drink with a few non-nicknamed folk and Franciscoand yet more good chatting.

Further, DesRochers got not one, but two goals this evening for Springfield. Good job sweetheart, keep it up. I am very happy for you, but so very happy for me as well.

Pleased. Very VERY pleased. I'd imagine for most it would be a mildly good mood, but after being so worn down, burned out, and just in the dumps for so long it feels extra good to be up.

So what has you so pleased Ms. Judy? Well...
1). DesRochers signed a PTO w/ Springfield and is gone. This pleases me for the excitement of his opportunity, as well as many other selfish reasons.

2). The Chiefs kicked some ass last night. 7-3 over the Titans. And the horror fan me was appeased with Heny's mid-ice hit on Bertolli that took him out of the game. I saw a flash of his face towards me and the face guard appeared to be splashed with blood. If I mis-saw that it's a surprise, as there was blood trailing across the ice back to the bench and off the ice. Great hits, good scoring, proof we didn't need certain people here (Roche, Smolenak) and a big thumbs up to Spina. When I saw he resigned in Springfield I was excited anticipating him coming here. I'm sorry he wasn't putting up numbers in Springfield, but he turned that around quickly last night with two of those goals and another assist.

It was also lovely to have a good sized crew at the game. Slippy, Cindi/Eric, Beff, Francisco, Pepe, P-Mart. Even if my strategic planning didn't guarantee me my coat seat this season *grumble* I'm still pleased.

3). My jersey pre-order is in with Meigray and I'll have my Leafs jersey in December.

4). Our second group paper went well. VERY well. I'm still scared, but I know I won't _fail_ this semester and that there is still hope now to pull this one out of the trash can. I so hope I can keep up on my individual work from here out and give her what she's looking for.

5). The sun is out. It's still cold as hell here though. Ok, not quite, but it was in the 20's last night and my furnace is staying busy.

6). I finished the book! Beff will be so happy. I can't believe it took me since before the cruise. I guess when I'm done with classes in the spring I'll be able to catch up on all the pleasure reading that is piling up.

I'm almost in too good of a mood to work... but, I'll get some of it done, and mayhaps some grubbing at the Boulevard for dinner to celebrate the good grade.

Southside. Beer. Food. Yummy.

I joined a few coworkers for some grub and beer this evening. The closest to the Flying Saucer in Raleigh's beer selection I've seen. Funny how most of the things I consider to be "assets" in Johnstown are bars. I guess I know what I'll be doing when I'm bored as hell after I graduate in the spring. Let the drinking begin.

Remind me again why I get sad that I'm single and actually want a man? Is it because I WANT to be called names joke or not (thanks for that E, great timing) or maybe it's that nice warm and fuzzy feeling you get when they say things like "I don't know if I ever loved you" or decide to leave for some fat skank that makes her coworkers want to vomit when they see her wearing skin tight pants and a thong. *shiver*

The invites for the holiday "Gala" came out today. I have until the 18th to find a date. How awful of a feeling is that? If I didn't get a date in the past... [care not to state] ...I'm not going to pull it off in two weeks, even with an open bar and really good grub. Scanning my addresses I don't even have a guy friend that is single and local to take with. I have flashbacks to the prom too freaking often, this time I'm not taking the "bad" kid to avoid going alone.

I slept well last night, and I think it's because the group paper was turned in. There is little rest for the wicked however and I need to quickly gear up for all of the other writing assignments. But for tonight I am relaxing. I'm trying to get a few more christmas gifts ordered and I'm going to go do some reading (enjoyable reading).

This morning's news discussed an item warranting discussion: Now that YouTube was sold off they're cracking down on the content. A rather relevant topic currently in my course and I do agree with not being able to freely copy everything (I can almost hear the jaws of some of my geek friends dropping). They then continued to talk about changes on MySpace as well, where they'll be trapping people who have full songs on there for free. Was MySpace not created in the beginning for music? Many bands have pages there. Are you telling me that those bands can't put their own music up on their MySpace pages? That's crazy talk.

Oh, one last thing...

"Happy Halloween... baby. -Type O Negative"

C'mon I'm cute as hell and you know it. Seriously, very very happy with the way the costume, make up, and hair turned out last night.

How I love Halloween time. When you can click through 5 channels and find 5 fabulously Halloweeny movies it's a good day, even if it is also rather distracting from one's school work.

I've also gotten into a bit of a habit, whenever I eat at Meatballs I snag a lottery ticket. Since I was there Thursday for lunch I had a ticket for Saturday night. How is this for mockery? The winning numbers were
         14 22 30 38 41 powerball 12
I had: 13 22 29 37 48 powerball 10
I tell you now this is the closest I will ever be to 90 some million dollars. But how amusing is that?

The welcome back party went well enough. The weather kept us too cold, so all were crammed inside. The grub, as always, was delish, but I was a bit disappointed that the boys didn't even want the pumpkins. So I guess thus dies the yearly ritual. Of course, next year, I won't be in the middle of a semester, so I would have had enough time to deal with an evening or two spend carving.

There was already the sounds of some starting shnit. Not surprising. Dumb dumb dizzy dizzy dumb dumb.

The pumpkins took us well past 1am Friday night. I suppose it's partly my fault, but I needed to get some cleaning done before P-Mart saw my mess of a house. If it wasn't done yesterday it probably would have needed done today anyhow. I wanted up early this morning, but my idea of woken up NEVER includes the telephone at 8:30am. The rules are - don't call me before 10am unless it's an emergency. Insult to injury is the automated voice that was on the other end. I really wish you were allowed to hunt down people who give out wrong telephone numbers and kick their ass. At least this time there was a menu option to select that the individual named did not reside here.

Either way I got up shortly there after and headed to the grocery store to gather supplies necessary to make the cukes for tomorrow. A big chunk of the rest of my day was consumed readying for the halloween game, gotta go in costume! I do also have a good chunk of my weekly assignment, but in feedback from the prof have rewriting to do. The group paper trudges along. It's hard to do much without the intro that is forthcoming. I'll probably invest another late night Sunday after the shin-dig on that task.

The weather here in Johnstown? What a masterpiece. I was sitting here watching the rain (blah) thinking at least it's not snow. Within 45 minutes, sure enough, snow... and a slurry of wind, and don't forget the thunder. This place surely is the vortex at the entrance of hell.

Then, on to the game. The Chiefs lost on the road Friday night in Wheeling (7-3) and again earlier this evening against the Cincinnati Cyclones (3-1). I have to say, I'm quite proud of how my costume turned out. Photos forthcoming! At least the cukes are soaking and I can head off to bed now.

The Chiefs defeat the cursed Nailers keeping them 0-3 to start the season *evil grin*. I have to admit I was pretty productive last night for someone who didn't get everything checked off the list that I was suppose to complete. I did get some reading done during intermissions, which helped however.

The teeth are ready for this weekend *smile*, the pumpkins were washed off twice to remove crud before scooping, two additional holiday shopping order were placed, direction signs are printed, patterns are copied, a deal was made on another jersey, the week assignment for the class I'm teaching is up. Most would find it amusing that my to do list is still a full small piece of paper. After all that, and yawning by 9:30 at the game, I wiped out last night.

It's still cold as can be here. At least there isn't snow on the ground.

I think I'm still thawing out from the Halloween parade. It was nice to listen to the bands preparing to step off and to mentally relive getting my phone snatched from me a few years ago. Not sufficient enough distraction however when some people trying to be nice, which just makes things worse.

Thank you boys for putting up with the cold, waving to the fans, and laughing when one dumbass screamed "you suck".

Stupid people make my head hurt.

It's snowing. Remind me again why I live in Johnstown?

The Chiefs win their first home game against the Pensacola Ice Pilots 5-2 - Roche gets the first three goals for a natural hat trick, the new third jerseys look great, Anzalone gets his 300th win in the ECHL. Congrats all around.

I've entered the sleeping phase once again snagging a solid 12 hours friday night and 10 last night. Hopefully I'm caught up enough to get through another couple of weeks of getting things done. In addition to all of the classwork to tackle I have to start thinking pumpkins. I really need to find a cheap place to buy a ton. I think I'm going to go brew a pot of coffee first.

In doing the "do you know..." type of talk at the game I pulled in a little bit more information of old confirming a rather nasty story I had heard many moons ago. So, when you know someone who conveniently quits their job to raise their youngest child in the midst of potential lawsuits at work, you have every reason to be a bit more curious. They probably are boinking their boss and part of the reason the lawsuit was coming about. It's a real shame too, since their husband is an exceedingly nice guy. I guess it only stands to reason someone that would behave in such a way, with such little regard for marriage, would be more than eager to encourage their children to run off from their marriages for whatever tickles their fancy. If the trailer fits, live in it. Oh, and ... nice parenting.

On a separate note, someone please say a prayer for me to get over some of this hatred that manifested from a huge chunk of jealousy. I've so got to shed it.

I cooked! It was time for what was left of the official Ben Wallace ham. Gotta gotta gotta find a reason to cook more often.

Special thanks to Mrs. Zo for sharing this one. While I am fully aware of the capabilities and the way "the industry" does do things, this is mind blowing to watch. Watch it twice.

We received an offer to drop the first paper grade and to cover that percentage of our overall grade with our second group paper and our individual position paper. I'm hesitant, but what is there to embrace about a 75% on a paper... except the fear that other papers could be worse - much worse. For those of you that thought I was paranoid before, you should see me now.

Tuesday was decorate the float night with some FC chums. Hopefully we'll have nice weather for the halloween parade next week. There is nothing worse than grown male athletes who don't even have to walk the route complaining. Beff did some legwork with carving patterns I purchased - so we're to the next stage, selection. I need to really start paying attention and find somewhere to snag the bulk of pumpkins at a good price.

We've reached the half-way mark in semesters. What an arduous blur some of it has been. I am a bit worried on the teaching side as my once 18-strong group has dwindled some both from those that never started participating and those that have opted to drop.

Tonight is AITP, so I'm out of pocket for the evening. At least I also get some Boulevard grub in the process... and a drink, definitely a drink. Lordie give me the strength to defeat the black circles.

I've kept it quiet as to not jinx it, but now since I'm destined to lose it this semester here goes. Right now I have a 4.0. I've busted my ass in half to get it and maintain it and it looks like it's slipping through my fingers like sand. Nothing I write is on target my writing is "immature" and I manage to bomb out everything even our group paper which came in at a lovely 75%. I can't afford to not get an A, I don't get fully reimbursed if I don't, which makes paying for the next semester a challenge. I can't believe I made it to the next to last class and here it is getting washed down the sh*tter. I know she said no one has ever failed the class before, but my definition of fail is a bit more stringent.

I'm sure my group hates me for being pushy, but once they see their grade they'll loathe me all the more. It's fine, I've added some content, but I'm sure as hell not doing the final cut this time, despite my burning desire to make sure things are cleaned up and consistent. It's just not worth it to have my name on the block for the final grade.

And while I'm foul I'll also mention the item that lit me up on Saturday, how I was one of only two people from the season ticket holders that I could find who received a call from their ticket rep being told that the pick up time had changed to 6pm. It's always ::me::

I wanted to stay in bed this morning and I clearly should have. If Vixen didn't have to head to the groomer it would have been a good option.

Saturday I got up and did some more housework (laundry and the sort) and headed to Missy's baby shower. We all know how little I like those types of things, but there were no silly games and good grub at the Boulevard. I wanted to spend the afternoon working on the pathetic notes I have for the second group paper for my class, but instead I was fighting with the test system for the class I'm teaching. When a third of the class needs the test reset and is getting errors it leaves a sinking feeling. I've extended the deadline on the test as a result, putting one of my evenings out to do grading next week.

The boys looked pretty good for a preseason game on Saturday night. Up 4-0 at the end of the first against Wheeling? How can anyone complain? Coleman probably won't be around here long, nor will Lascek, who heads to the back of the net like a magnet or Katsuras who did a ton of feeding assists on Friday and a goal of his own last night. If we can keep up the pace, dust off Cey a bit (c'mon Morgan, you've got it in you), and keep cooking in the third (we dropped off defensively and offensively last evening in the third) we should have a pretty nice season in front of us.

I also had a hella case of dejavu last night. I have it periodically and people think I'm crazy but it's so real. I had to have dreamt the situation that's all there is to it. How else would I have had the usher (which is new to the Chiefs games) and P-Mart (who is new to the little crew) in the memory? Do you dejavu?

Today I'm doing a little online Christmas shopping and then trying to get some work done on the paper.

Happy anti-versary to me. A perfectly good Friday the 13th laid to waste.

Blogger was being cantankerous or I would have posted last night. I'm starting to feel like things are in slow motion. Maybe because I've actually been getting things done and getting to chill a bit. Tuesday evening I headed to City View to have dinner with the Law family. The food has slipped a bit there. My tuscany pizza, once again, did not live up to expectations. Time to stop trying to order it. It was an early evening and there was plenty still to be done so I did get dishes washed, counters wiped down, fish water changed, and a few other small cleaning tasks completed. My house is still a train-wreck, don't get me wrong, but it helped.

With the reprieve on the week 6 writing assignment I felt okay about chilling a bit last evening too. I had the itch to do something other than sit at home, so I headed to the mall in an attempt to find some Christmas gifts. I did find a couple items, and a couple more items for myself, some groceries, then headed to blockbuster where I decided to buy a couple previously used games for ye ol' PS2. The SSX on Tour game is going back, that sucks and it's a blight upon what is SSX. I also picked up Devil May Cry and Darkworld. A bit of quality time w/ the PS2 to ensure the games worked (since the chances of me doing so in thirty days are probably not as good as I'd like) and posting of materials for teaching and it was a bit later than I wanted to go to bed.

The cold rains have come. Most of the leaves are scattered through my back yard. It's week 6 in the class I'm taking (nearly 1/2 over) and week 8 in the one I'm teaching (half over). The first pre-season game is Saturday. The summer is definitely over - and here I was yesterday staring out the back door to the swing that I never sat on, not even once, this summer.

I tried to post last night, but I clicked post just as my connection was expiring. Long story short, I got my hockey inspiration on Sunday by hitting both sessions of camp and spending some quality time w/ the good folks of the fan club.

Today that pesky work thing made me crawl out of bed. I finally got confirmation that I'm down 50% for the month on allocations and I've started the hunt. Normally I'm excited for a new project and the change of pace, but I'm just so fried - I don't have any burning desire to dig in. I'm still getting things crossed off the to do list, I'm just completely uninspired. For the evening I got to leave a little early to haul beff for her car and then to see the big C again who is still in the hospital.

When I arrived like a superhero with my cape flowing behind me and a bag of chinese food in hand I found him hovering over what would be his dinner mumbling something under his breath. Go figure I got trumped though when Slip showed up with DQ! Boo. I also relearned how to play mancala and played a few rounds to keep C mentally challenged.

I don't like spelling errors. I really don't like sloppiness. I'm not the best writer, but when word helps by placing nice little squiggly lines under things that removes the excuse. Trying to not have a snap-fit. I really put too much on myself and it is slowly driving me insane.

As to the rest of the day that put me out of pocket and out of control of my own destiny as it were - I was at a wedding which pretty sums up my mood. It was lovely, everyone was happy ... yadda yadda. I need to just stop going to weddings. I'm so truly sick of being single. I feel like the world rubs their happy couple-dom in my face without even trying at this point. More pathetic is lamenting something that would have soon hit a milestone when there is more time passed since the end of that era than there was in it.

On the drive home I'm stuck listening to open house party on the radio since my CD player stopped recognizing there was a CD in the stereo on the way to the wedding (whee - rolls eyes). As they typically do in their banter they mention "those of you heading out to the club". Club? Pfft. Not around here. Then I miss Raleigh again. Then I realize - even if I was in Raleigh I wouldn't have anyone to go out with anyhow. Everyone there would be happily coupled and/or married and lame as hell not wanting to go out anyhow. I'd still be sitting my ass at home whining if I lived there. My pathetic never-happy self was quick to remind me a few miles down the road that at least the weather is nicer.

I just can't plaster on the fake 50/50-selling smile anymore. To anyone who is capable of wandering about with a smile on their face? I guess they say ignorance is bliss.

Mark this on up under damn funny. Ok folks. Who wants added to my Christmas shopping list?

What is up with the Carolina Hurricanes? Downed 4 zip by NJ? Sheesh. Lost in the shoot out the other night? Eep! I could take that, it's just the first two games, but to then have the Pens do some stomping for their opening game?

I watch the games in Carolina and weep inside every time they start showing clips about the area. I miss being there. Hell, there is so much I don't remember now that I've been gone for three and a half years... but I miss it.

Instead, here I am on another Friday night - a great big dateless loser, dealing with brain cramps and writers block as well as people who can't separate work from personal relationships. I'm ready to toss in the towel on so many things. If I try I just end up pissed off and crapped on... but the worst is having good folks that are part of the team I'm trying to help getting crapped on as a result of someone's attitude towards me.

You know I'm sick when:
It's opening night for the NHL and I'm dead asleep. Yep. I went down pretty hard yesterday and left work as soon as my last meeting was done at 4 to get to my bed. Some sleep, then time up to tend to the dog and make some soup, back down, back up to tend to the dog and post this week's assignments for the class I'm teaching, and back down. Somewhere in the middle of the night the shivers hit me, which confirmed my thoughts that I had a fever.

Worse still, I forgot to go update my fantasy hockey league schtuff this morning. BOO! Today I look a bit like rudolph and I'm sure my sniffling is quite annoying, but too bad. I sat through the all day client meeting without wanting to fall asleep or feeling like I was dying, so it's all good. But before I headed in there I find out the big C is in the hospital. I always knew working out was bad for you... but wow. So, after work (which of course I was lucky to get out of there by 6) I tended to the dog (notice the pattern?) and headed back out to make a visit and offer some well wishes. Some quick grub at Lucky 13 and back home to dig back in on the group paper - all this before 10:15. *moan*

A pet rock? I guess I've been associated with worse.

It's happening. My throat is sore. Whatever these people here have with their hacking and whatnot - I'm definitely trying to fight it off. I can't afford to get sick. I don't have the flexibility to provide myself downtime right now. There is plenty to try and accomplish in the evenings, even more to get done at work (which is funny since I'm only working at a 50% allocation), and little time to sleep. I went to bed at 11 (early) again last night with a sore throat and it was still there when I woke up. Time to pound some airborne and a theraflu sore throat. The last thing I want is to _need_ to start powering through all of that magical gum the Slipster bought me.

Fan club meeting last night, I missed most of it while I reviewed slides. So don't expect any major website updates from me right now. Not waving, but drowning.

It's October already! I've been pretty busy as you can imagine. Friday evening I allowed myself some relaxation time with the Slipster. Saturday morning I got hopping by getting the apt air conditioner covered, a few branches trimmed back, and some items moved around to and in the garage. It shouldn't be long before I need to put the Stratus away.

From there I got a good bit of reading done and headed into work to watch some videos, crank out a small work task, do some research for the week 5 assignments, and partially offer Beff some moral support in her loooong weekend of work. I've been giving the rest of my team some time to pull things together and to refresh myself, but today it's time to focus on the first group assignment again. I was up bright and shiney to make the class conference call and learn more about the term paper. I'm definitely getting all of these writing assignments mixed in my head a wee bit, which is adding to the challenge.

On a hockey note DesRochers is heading back to jtown once again.

I came home last night with nothing on my mind beyond getting a nap in and getting back to work on an assignment. I determined this was the best course of action after almost falling asleep during lunch while watching the physics lecture video I attend each Wednesday. I'm also assuming my extreme tired is due to my body fighting something off, especially since everyone at work is hacking and sneezing like crazy. Well given the time and the fact that I have yet to place my head upon a pillow you know how well that went.

But all of those other things I've needed to do are done at last.
- Two loads of laundry clean and away
- Vaccuum
- Clean the bathroom sink
- Dishes put away from the dish washer
- Week 6's assignments for the class I'm teaching are posted
- The last of the first assignment grades are recorded
- The fan club website is updated with the announcement of Rowe and Wallace returning
- Bermuda sand in cute little containers
- Gorgeous Bermuda photo placed into it's frame

With a shower I was damn near to bed at a :normal: hour - for me anyhow. I also had to get up a few early to haul the Stratus in for the replacement tail light. My life and schedule are my own fault, I know that... but it's my blog I'll bitch about it when I want.

I also got to see an amazing moon above the last colors of the sunset and a huge crescent of the moon after all went black. We do have some lovely evenings here. Maybe next summer I can sit out on my deck at least once and enjoy it.

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The above I tried to post last evening (I've reworded some since) but couldn't get my blog to update. Some small updates as of this morning:

Jeff Zehr is headed to the UHL! Good luck in Flint Jeff. Anyone hunting for some of his old jerseys... I have a few I'm willing to sell! :)

Today at work I'm seeing the boxes moving about. It's never pleasant to think coworkers might be getting the axe, less pleasant is the fact that nothing is ever secure, even if you think you're safe. I still hold my breath every time I see a handfull of boxes.

The sweet sweet smell of a clean Vixen is now permeating my house. Many thanks to Beth for helping to hold the beast in place. I'm sleeping much better lately, which for me means waking up at 4 or 5am feeling refreshed and getting that exuberant moment when I realize I have another couple of hours to roll back over. I'm also not struggling to get out of bed in the morning.

I truly have little else of excitement to share about my life other than my sleeping habits at present. I haven't been able to focus on getting excited about the nearing hockey season or to start tracking the games that are going on. I'm a bad fan.

I am hunting for flights to my sisters somewhere around the holidays, we'll see what prices float their way up. In the mean time I need to crank out the rest of my section in our group paper. I'm still just not sure what to write. I'm _not_ the expert, I don't know... plus at this point I don't think my writing makes the grade this semester. To make matters worse I'm trying to figure out how to send out a letter on plagarism in the class I'm teaching. It's just stressful to have to do this to someone. I guess it's no one's fault but their own.

"Cereal killer" is on the prowl again. Vixen took out a possum at my mother's house last evening. I'm sure anyone looking out their window at midnight had to wonder what was up with the small flashlight and shovel. Wouldn't have been a big issue had my mother not let her out in the morning to roll in the spot where she dropped the carcass before I took care of it. So, my dog once again stinks to high heaven.

Of course, when I visit mom so does the uninvited one. True to form she didn't leave until after I gave up and left... that was over 4 hours after she arrived.

As to friends - one down. 0 to exclusive in .9 months. I hope I was right on the bets I've wagered as to the order of success.

Ok, I'm pimping cards too by the way - so anyone who needs their Chiefs sets... come hit up the auction. Speaking of Chiefs, the Springfield camp opens tomorrow and will have Rowe and Roche up there as well as Andress. Good luck boys. I really am hoping you won't be relegated to Johnstown.

Time to try and get something real done. My mind needs cleansed.

I tried to sleep in this morning. Made it to 10am, pretty impressive for me as of late. I haven't been able to sleep until noon or 1pm on the weekend in well over a year. I got a little bit of work done today and then got a call from my mother which promped me to head to Altoona.

One of my cousins was in a fatal car accident out in Colorado. While coming to Altoona doesn't help the situation per se it was the right thing to do. This cousin, which I haven't seen in many years and probably wouldn't recognize, is one of the few that was fairly close to my age. The rest were 10-15 years older than me, if not more. So I guess in some ways it feels relevant. I feel bad however because I can say it's unfortunate and sad, and I can comprehend how hard it is for my aunt, uncle, and other cousin (his brother), I can't put myself on some emotional overload saying how horrible and tragic it is. Once again I feel like a bad person.

On a bright note tomorrow mother and I will be making ham potpie. I really need to get this recipe down. I can't imagine a lifetime without this meal when she's gone. This evening we went to a small place that my mother likes for dinner and stopped at my one aunts. It's astonishing to me how many telephone calls she got while we were there - other aunts and uncles calling with regard to the accident. My mom is one of like 13 or 14 you see.

My stress levels are just wacky this week. I've become such a bitch that I yelled at my sister on the phone... ok, not at her but towards her because I just needed to yell at that particular moment. To try and get my mind the hell out of it's current state and to make some progress on everything I need to do I headed to the Haven with my laptop in tow.

I managed to get everything graded that needed handled, but I need some time to figure out how to handle some of the grading before I can actually provide feedback. And I added a few more notes to pile in for my group assignment... but I still haven't a clue how or what to really write for my class assignment. I feel a little better since I made some progress and had a drink or two. I even got to see our favorite front office gent out and about *smile*

More shockingly was that Lamonts burned down! I passed the chared remains. I haven't been there in quite some time, so it won't be awfully missed by me, but still shocking to see something that has been there in so many years of my memories gone. Things don't change too quick in Jtown unless forced to.

I think I'm going to go try to relax and finish out a DVD so I can get a real night's sleep. I can only assume my poor sleeping lately is a result of not chilling a few before trying to wipe out. Maybe a good night's sleep will aid me in being more productive tomorrow.

Bates scores the first goal for the Leafs last night off of a feed from O. Sporting #33 eh?


Photo from this article

Today I miss my biggie.

I bought some Irish Creme (with a hint of mint) whilest away on my cruise, but I've been leaving the bottle untapped. Partly because I've not been overly eager to mix up a drink but partly because Irish Creme will always make me think of her. Tonight I decided to pour a glass and, as expected, it has me a little reminiscent.

As cold as it is here right now it would be nice to have a dog climbing over me to get at my glass.

If you're wondering why I've been so quiet lately I'm just in one of those mood swings. If you've never tracked your own body's rhythms for a month or two I highly encourage you to do so. You'll start to understand why teary eyed psychotic feelings are happening or why you're just tired as can be for a few days in a row. I'm in the majorly tired phase lately. I've been asleep before midnight all week. For me and my schedule - that is a major feat.

I have things to get done but not an obscene amount just yet. At least I've started preparing for some of the larger tasks that are forthcoming, like my individual main project for my current class. Finishing a teleconference with the professor I know what I need to plan for at this point and it's actually something useful, so I'm excited to know the effort should flow, even if there is writing to go along with it. Now if I can just get back into one of those lively moods where I can stay up later, stay focused, and rest well when I do crash I'll be able to get a few things organized and moving forward for all of my written assignments and build a bit of a comfort level before the hockey season starts.

Speaking of which, yeah, too quiet. Springfield's camp starts next week so I'm thinking we'll start to hear a little noise before long. Tampa Bay pushed down quite a few players that are familiar names and were names I hedged bets on arriving here at some point. Peterson is off to Florida making the signing of John Adams in the Tampa Bay system all the more clear it was someone they foresee coming our way.

Casey and Vanessa are married! Yesterday went by so quickly... up early to get the hair and nails done, both of which looked really nice, then off to Vanessa's parents. It goes without saying that Vanessa and her dress were stunning and we're all pretty impressed with how spiffy Casey can look. It was nice to have a front row seat to their smiling faces. I even remembered 99% of the little catholic nuances.

I did try to be good and follow the rules, but it was tough with some of the family members encouraging everyone to do shots. The mix of champagne, beer (in between the wedding and reception), two drinks (part of a third), and a huge shot I was pretty happy go lucky... a little more than I wanted to be. I was still good enough that I knew the folks I saw talking to the groom's one brother weren't with the wedding but I still took a moment to chat with "Dave and Anne Marie" and to get flung around the dance floor a bit by Dave. Wedding crashers do exist!

I forgot in my earlier posting of this entry to note that the limo driver somehow managed to bust out the tail light on my car. I actually laughed, I'm glad I didn't have the Durango. I think the dealership is going to get sick of seeing me soon.

Either way, I think everything was just right. To Casey and Vanessa - cheers and God bless!

Luckily I had my post for this week's class participation well underway before realizing the error of my ways last night. So I was able to finish things up with a late night and some clean up this morning to meet the revised deadline. I have never been so frightened to respond, but I guess I need to tighten my upper lip and take a lump or two and just keep trying to alter my writing to correct the issues laid out for me one at a time. That - and pray that I don't blow my GPA.

Some things I've neglected to report since catching back up:
When I went to get the Durango it turns out a set of yellowjackets decided under the back gate would be a good place to build a nest. Luckily it was a bit cool out the day I went for the car and the few that were "home" were lethargic.

Vixen aka "Killer" also took out a small mouse she found in the basement. Who says that is cat's work? Talented though she is, nothing will ever be funnier than watching Satin kill small critters like cockroaches or bees by stomping them to death in an enraged fit.

And now, for something new:
The Cresson Lake Playhouse is doing a Rocky Horror Picture Show LIVE! I'm so there.

Even being down with "E" and getting to share the wealth with my checking account today doesn't help cheer me up right now. It seems not only am I not capable of writing to a suitable level for my current course but I'm also now getting classmates in trouble for engaging in a reading assignment discussion I spurred. Yeah, I feel about two inches high and shrinking. This is going to be a very long and painful semester. I'm so incredibly unprepared. Inadequate inadequate inadequate. Why wasn't I an el-ed major or something?

Hopefully the puffy post-crying eyes will be gone in time for the rehersal dinner Friday evening.

I finally pulled together my photos from our trip onboard the Empress of the Seas to Bermuda. Enjoy!

Yesterday I had the Durango at Wagner Dodge. Everyone gives me strange looks like they feel bad for me when I tell them I took my car to the dealership, but seriously they treat me well. Here is yet another example. When I had the Durango inspected a couple months ago it passed but I was told I'd need breaks soon. I decided to delay until after the cruise since brakes can be a bit costly. So I took her in yesterday to get that out of the way and I left w/ a $20 bill. How can this be? Not only did they not jump to needlessly replace the brakes during inspection but they said "you only put on 30 miles since we inspected it, put on another 1000 miles and come see us". Nice, huh. At least there is one place I don't have to worry about being taken for a ride as a female.

Here it is Wednesday and I'm still trying to cross off a ton of little things that need done before I can fully get back into the swing of daily life. I truly do need a few more hours a day.

I'm still working on the vacation photos. With my slow connection I can only get about 26-30 of them uploaded each session online. Hopefully they'll be finished tonight.

I've come back to less email than I expected but I'm already displeased. My first assignment for class can only be summarized as piss poor after reading my professor's comments. I was already frightened of this class, and this isn't helping. I have a bad feeling my writing style, which has been good for the past 2 1/2 years is going to fail me miserably.

Further, I've again witnessed a gal managing to strong arm her way back in with someone. I reiterate: next time I'll just tell my guy "no", then he won't bail and I won't be single. Seems to work for lesser women.

I also wanted to ask why oh why is CNN replaying everything from 5 years ago? It is not too early, it will never been "right". I didn't know anyone who died on September 11th, but I couldn't bare to watch all of that again. I can't imagine what this does to people who did lose loved ones. The instant reply is to not watch, but if I were at home, much like after the incident, it would have been impossible to turn off. You feel obligated and drawn in.

I'm destined to be grumpy for a few days. Just steer clear people.

I will start by saying I selected very wisely. It appears Empress of the Seas will be heading to the Bahamas for the 9/9 sailing, which was my alternative selection. Instead we sailed, as planned, to Bermuda on the 9/2 Empress sailing.

Friday 9/1
Gee, why was Judy so psycho that day and running about with the Durango? Well it was to get my fuzzy one off to "camp" so I could head out in the afternoon for Philadelphia. Beff and I loaded up and headed East to Harrisburg to pick up Eric and continue on our way. A quick hotel check in and we then caught up with Bill who came into Philly just to hang for an evening.

With Ernesto heading through the area travel was rainy the whole way, but it was not as bad as it could have been. We headed out for dinner in the rain to Chickie's and Pete's. Cheap, but rather unappealing. From there through the wet streets of Philly for some rather interesting shopping, *wink*, a quick stop to dry off at the Mako and back out to the rain.

The hotel was suitable. I think we got a good deal through the CruisePhilly setup, but I didn't get a good night's sleep as I laid there listening to Ernesto whipping things about with most certain doom that Empress wouldn't be able to dock in the morning much less leave with us onboard.

I will note here that on this fine evening I was confused for Slippy by someone who traditionally would recognize his "itch oss'" voice.

Saturday 9/2
Up early, winds continued gusting, but we haul off to the port where we easily caught up with the rest of our boys (M, "Dad", B, and J) - oh, and we discovered one stow-a-way mooonkey. Tsk tsk.

While we didn't get out on time, we did leave. I missed hearing the horn however, which I can't fathom how that happened. The wind and rain persisted and I was really starting to think we were going to have a gloomy seven nights. Most of the ship was rather ill. I was a-okay, much to the surprise of many who looked on in shock asking "you didn't take anything!?"

We got our butts whooped at name that tune, grubbed, hit the show, and unpacked into our tiny room. When they say the Empress is a bit smaller than most, they are not kidding folks. But the three of us fit.

Sunday 9/3 - at Sea
We slept a little too late to catch breakfast, so Eric and I headed to the cooking demonstration where we then ate black forest cake for breakfast. We also then took the silver in the doubles ping pong tourny, fear us. At lunch we sat with people from Jerome. Yes, again, the small world cruise ship syndrome. In the afternoon, the swing dance lessons were fun, even if I am completely uncoordinated and Beth just refuses to lead.

This evening was my favorite show, Los Pampas Gauchos, the flourescents were bitchin and the drum lines were groovy. We also hit the majority rules game show and went dancing in the Viking crown. Tired. Sleep!

Monday 9/4 - St. George
As we entered the area we squeezed through a rather narrow channel and pulled up to the town crier announcing our arrival. We came into St. George on a holiday so, many stores were closed, but the area is still nice to see. I still managed to find a store where I could stock up on souvenirs in the form of Bermudan rum cakes.

We wandered about and ended up seeing St. Peter's, the unfinished church, and Tobacco Bay. Quite lovely for the first beach we got to check out. The rock formations around Bermuda add such a lovely contrast to the blue skies and multi-tonal waters.

We headed off on a candlelight walk which disappointed a bit as it was not what we expected and ran longer than expected. From there, back to the ship where our little crew entered the Quest and came out in first place *whooo* I nearly lost my favorite bra to a tragic quest incident, but came out only having my tube of bitchin Mary Kay lipstick smashed to smithereens. *hiss* At least we won.

Tuesday 9/5 - Hamilton
Beth is not much of a morning person, so Eric and I headed off of the ship for some quick shopping. The big plans of the day were snorkeling which included Eric, Beth, "Dad", M, and I. We went out on the Jesse James snorkel trip which included three stops, and was worth every penny and all the pain.

The first stop, a beach stop, to get the noobs familiar with the equipment but there was still plenty of fish to see. There was one fish on the poster hanging on the boat called the "Slippery Dick". Needless to say this made me laugh, but I had no clue I was going to see one, traumatically enough. (Gentlemen, please wear lined bathing suits.) The second stop took us over a few ship wrecks (including the Vixen *smile*), also quite cool, and minus the horrifying sights.

The final stop was over a lovely reef with a ton of life, if you could hold still and silent long enough for them to come out in abundance. People, if you're going to snorkel - learn how to kick with out flailing. All you do is scare away the fish. Further, don't kick me, or push off of me unless you want me to drown your ass. I did take with me an aquapac which allowed me to take my digital camera underwater. I was nervous, but it worked out pretty well, minus the issue of actually seeing through the snorkel and through the view finder. As bright as it was the view panel on the back was a wash, so we'll have to see how good my aim, and photos, turn out in a day or so (so much to do right now).

As to the evening's show the highlight was "Dad" hitting the stage. Super-star!

Wednesday 9/6 - Hamilton
Beff and I snagged a ferry and bus pass while some of the boys headed off to kayak and we hauled off to the Crystal and Fantasy caves, which were nice, but a bit of a let down. If it had been closer on our other desired path and we had gotten to see more beaches I would have been happier.

From there we hauled on the Ferry from Hamilton to King's Wharf where we peeked at the Glass works and hopped a bus to hit a few beaches before we had to be back to the ship. First stop Church Bay - wow. Second stop the ever popular Horseshoe bay for a glimpse at some of the pink sand. We didn't get a lot of time at either beach, but I sure couldn't slide into a suit with my already glowing red back anyhow. So we just took some photos and froliced our feet about in the surf.

While harbor nights went on we headed off for a nightlife cruise. The water was too murky to see anything through the glass bottom boat, I don't care how many lights you have. At least I got to try a Rum Swizzle and a Dark and Stormy while onboard.

Thursday/Friday 9/7-8 - at Sea
Everything was catching up to me, so I did some sleeping on this fine day. I finally tried to take my butt up the rock wall and I even played a little shuffleboard. Man, those old ppl are in shape. I think I threw out an ass muscle. Amusingly I am a bit gimpy today. There was more booze etc, but it was a nice way to wind down after running around like mad all week.

Saturday 9/9
Off the ship and driving back to good old Jtown. We snagged up the wee one and she's been too tired to eat her dinner or to snarf her pigs ear! I think she had a good time at camp while I was away.

Overall impressions of Empress
Small but lovely. It was nice to not have as far of a walk to every little thing. She did have a bit of a water issue however. In many areas huge air dryers were running to try and de-sog the carpet in main areas. Mayhaps people who weren't feeling well created a mess early in the week? I'm uncertain, but it was a bit less than pleasant to smell mildew in some of the halls and to go sliding when I stepped from the carpet onto some of the tiled areas.

I was also disappointed that we were told/encouraged to attend dinner in shorts etc. The whole point of the formal dinning room is that it is nice, so I was a bit bummed at this encouragement, even if it did allow some of our less prepared travelers to attend more meals.

Overall impressions of Bermuda
Absolutely beautiful! Incredibly expensive. Best way to see it is definitely on a ship where you can haul back on board to eat and to bed down for the night. Bus and ferry passes definitely the way to get around on this small island. We easily saw a good bit in our time there, and we only picked up a one-day pass.

Bermuda most definitely does have the island feel with all of the brightly colored houses littering the gentle hillside.

Continuing themes of the trip
Sunburn. Snorkeling was not friendly to me. I can show you my front - nice and pasty white, and I can show you my back - and you'll sing rock lobster. I've been in pain since, but it's my own fault. I was really surprised how lit up I got.

One thing I dislike is someone who gathers information on people and then spreads it to others. If we wanted our feelings shared, we would do it ourselves - thanks. The other thing I really dislike are liars and people who will hit on every single female onboard telling them things they think will woo them. I'm insulted to think anyone would believe me to be stupid enough to buy their farse as such, and moreso when someone moves on from my friend to me or vice versa.

I hauled out of bed at 6am, well two minutes before the alarm as I predicted, and headed to Stahlstown. I am lucky I didn't have the Durango, for I fear I would have plastered a deer. You see, large vehicle... harder to stop. Never mind that I'm not use to pushing that hard anymore and the brakes are getting replaced on the 12th.

I continue to try and ease my stomach which is either upset from my plans being tossed into upheaval, trying to fend off whatever sickness is circulating here, or the airborne stuff I drank last night didn't sit well with my GI in general.

I had the strangest and most vivid dreams last night, one where I woke up, I know I was up but I hadn't figured out that it wasn't real yet for a second or two. I guess we'll see if they were a premonition or my own personal insanity and paranoia in a week or so.

I am a control freak. I admit it. Things must go as I have them laid out or I need to be in control of the change or it makes me tense. A prime example can be illustrated with my evening:
Simply because I had planned to take the Durango tomorrow morning things had to go horribly wrong. I have, of course, failed to start and run it often enough this summer... thus the battery was dead (glad I tried it tonight). Being stubborn, instead of conceding to just take the Stratus, I ran to sears to get a longer set of jumper cables, drove across my lawn, and attempted to be a big girl.

If you read three different sets of instructions you'll get three different sets of direction. This is indeed what happened which made me paranoid that I was not doing things correctly. Next, when the neutral was connected to the dead Durango on the frame - it sparked - and it scared the living crap out of me (refer back a few months to my previous attempt to electrocute myself). So there I am half in tears, and I wander down the street to ask a less than happy to see me neighbor if that is normal, get the answer that yes it is, and start back to the house as the tears finally come.

You see, this is one of those occasions that spirals out of control in my head and has me wallowing in singledom. It would be nice to have that someone to call that will laugh at me for not knowing how to jump my own car, but whom would still haul over and help me fix the problem. Of course, the last time I called upon my love for such help, friends were sent to rescue me instead. But I guess that's another story.

So on the way back the neighbor immediately beside me sees me and comes out asking if all is okay. She promptly sees I'm distraught and comes to help. I've never seen a woman wield wires and current like she was whipping up mousse. It was quick, it was fluid, my car was running. So my hero came in the form of a nice woman with a word of encouragement that we don't need a guy to do this for us. Ok, so it's running. I leave it run for 15 minutes and head out to Beff's with it. It ran for nearly a half an hour, and both the guy at Sears and the neighbor said 'eh, 15 minutes' would suffice. So I figured I was good. Bzzt. So Beff got to bring me home again. Frankly it can sit there until it's appointment to get the brakes done, then I'll jump the bugger again - long enough to get it downtown.

I guess all happens for a reason and at least the car is out of the way for the construction of the curbs out front to continue without stranding one of my vehicles on the other side of the motes that are forming around our homes. But here I am just peeved that I'll have to deal with jumping the car again and that my plans were forced to change.

Oh what is that delightful smell? Why it is my latest scent - eau de mauvais chein. Poor Vixen. Tonight she discovered that all creatures that hang out underneath the grill and its cover are not little chippies and runny babbits.

The strange thing is the smell isn't what I typically corrolate with a skunk, I smell it, but I don't. There doesn't seem to be much on her if any, so I'm thinking it could have been a youngin. It was fairly small, I know as I had to clutch it between two sticks and heave it over the fence to get it out of Vixen's reach. Maybe the skunk sprayed but caught the underside of the grill instead of the dog. Tell me THAT won't make for some yummy burgers someday. Mayhaps I should have a cookout and invite my worst enemies. Honestly, I think most of the stink on her (which isn't much) is from her insisting upon rolling in areas where the skunk was as I struggled to get it from her for the ultimate heave-ho.

I did get some of the other tasks crossed off of my to do list this evening, but now I face trying to figure out what to do with stinky. I can't make her sleep in the basement, but I can't get the natures miracle stuff I need until tomorrow. Oh boo.

My class for the fall term opened up and I'm thinking I'll be busy once again this semester. I was leary of this class before signing up and I'm even more leary now that I've gotten to look around the materials the professor has provided. You know you should be worried when you're able to see all of the assignments from week one, you know things are going to be a challenge. Here is to another semester of late night rambling blog postings that border on insanity.

I want to hear the horn blare, curl my toes around the pink sand, and inhale the salty air. Why does vacation always seem so very far away? It's a bit of a reprieve, but I know all too well what will be waiting for me when I return: fighting to find tasking, a backlog of emails, and feeble attempts to make up for sleep deprivation. At least that pain is a few weeks out.

I spent my weekend attempting to be a good hostess. Eric came to hang, but mostly headed to town for a fantasy football draft (and people call me a bit overly dedicated to my sport). We hauled out for dinner both nights and rented Final Destination 3. I have to report that I'm quite disappointed in their "choose their fate" feature. Lame, very lame. There was some quality deaths in the movie however, so all was good. Sunday whilest Eric went to his fantasy draft I hauled to Windber Rec for the season ticket holder cookout where I ate even more. It was nice to see many of the faces that are so familiar. Not much longer now until the season fires up.

After two weeks off of wallyball we had "game on" last night. I was rather impressed that I did fairly well, didn't ache too much today, and have no bruising. I really forgot how much I enjoyed going until I was there, to the extent that I almost wished I hadn't committed to going until I got there and started to run about.

My Friday went pretty quick as I'm starting to get another push of things at work. It makes the day go quickly at least. I'm expecting the same all next week, we'll see. Classes are underway and the book issue has been 100% resolved now, no re-work necessary.

For my evening I was back out and headed to Casey and Vanessa's new place for a housewarming cookout. I'm stuffed now, so things went well. They have a lovely new home. I can't believe they could make time to have friends in a mere couple of weeks before their wedding. For me, it's time for a shower and an early night to bed. I have some hours to make up nuzzled up to my pillows and soft sheets.

Last night could have been a complete disaster. No books to be had and I come to find that one book is not coming and another has a different edition coming. Remember, this is 12 hours before the class is to start. I was rather ill thinking my course schedule was headed to the shred bin. Turns out that while God may not work on my timeline he's always right on time and knows where to find me.

While sitting in the hall trying to ration through what to do with a former colleague once again a peer, an individual from the bookstore caught up with me to share the good news (at least to me). While the one book is definitely not coming, it is the book I don't need until the last three weeks of class, plenty of time to rewrite those notes and find websites to compensate. The other book, the new edition is hugely backordered with the supplier, so they went ahead and ordered the old edition (the one I prepared towards) and it should be here by early next week. I won't say how lucky is that because it wasn't luck, it was definitely someone looking out for me. It's rather funny because the pieces I don't have at 100% are the materials that are from that book that is to be gone.

I did swing into Burlington on the way down there last night and picked up two new skirts (*cheer* I actually needed skirts) and another Christmas gift. Slow progress on these fronts, but at least life is in order for the time being.

Toby O'Brien resigns... leaves the Jtown Chiefs. I can't say I didn't see this one coming. I have little emotion over it - heaven knows I always had the impression he didn't like me, but I also hesitate at change. I guess the two negate each other and the resounding opinion from me is the changes I've already been seeing this season appear to be heading in the right path. Let's see where they take us.

My class is pretty well organized for a majority of the semester. I was good enough to go last evening that I went ahead and spent some quality time with the gal pals. Picked up another Christmas gift for mother and a card for her 75th birthday in January.

I have my questions on this semester ready to fire off too at the school meeting later today. At least I get to leave work a bit early. Maybe after I return I'll concentrate on getting to bed early tonight, I'm completely bushed from a few nights of burning the midnight oil. It's good I'm graduating next spring, I'm way too old for this crap.

Season tickets are now fully paid for as well, at least that is one more thing off of the to do list. Not much further now little smurfs. Also was given a glance of the proposed third jerseys for this upcoming season and much to my surprise, yes, I want one. They've done a nice job making the changes I was a bit leary of: using Tampa Bay colors and using a different logo. There is a wee bit Tampa and a wee bit retro nice stuff.

We have defense! Ok, well right now it looks like Doug Andress might be the only offense too. At least a signing is at last announced. Welcome back Doug. Now where is the rookie?

Saturday was my day to chill. There isn't too many more opportunities as such before schoolwork will be trailing out my wazoo once again. At least I made good progress on Sunday even if it did have me up until 2:30am and once again semi-lucid while I slept continuing to process notes in my head. I have three more weeks of notes (the Javascript goodies) to complete, then lots to enter into the system and set for automatic turn on. I also have to finalize my weekly discussion topics. The first test is entered and ready to go as well. So I'm not too far off of where I wanted to be.

I am probably way more detailed and organized than most professors, but I can't imagine not trying to follow the book. The only place I'm straying is in the way they prescribe to validate forms with javascript. But since that is late in the course I'd imagine people would be getting comfortable with things and "trying stuff out" so it wouldn't cause a panic.

Midway through last evening a headache tried to creep in. It seems like a regular Sunday night occurence. I was pretty lucky that the tylenol made me a wee bit loopy but at least not sleepy. I guess the half a pot of coffee earlier in the day helped counteract.

As foul as I was yesterday, if the things that happened today had instead reared their ugly heads a day earlier I think I would have gone nutso. I don't know what it is about my efforts that attracts 4:45 emails and telephone calls on Fridays that result in more time-sensitive tasks for me. I am not one of those people who can just walk out leaving the stack behind, well I could, but I wouldn't sleep well all weekend.

Little things little things. They truly are the straws on the camel's back, no?

So I get home with darn simple dreams of what I wanted for dinner. A pb sammie. EASY, right? No. How do I manage to forget I used the last of my pb the night of shakespeare in the park. It's okay, I'll roll with the punches and do the back up junk meal of kraft mac and cheese (another quick dinner I mentioned to someone and then started craving). But guess what, the milk - it expired on Monday. Luckily since it was not even opened it sniffed out well enough and I made my mac and cheese anyhow. I am officially eating like a bachelor with no cooking skills. Fear me.

In my defense - Kraft mac and cheese is just so horrible but loveable in its own way. Do you have any clue how many double-boxes were made when living at 714? Ah, the good ol' days... when mac and cheese, or grilled cheese, or a crappy batch of honey-mustard chicken was sufficient to keep all the boys you had charge of happy.

A few theories...
1). The "doesn't take" concept presented to me (when you dump someone and somehow they keep hanging around, calling, and pretty much just force their way back in) - I'm starting to see this happening often. What is the deal? Grow some backbone people. If you dump someone the hard part is over, don't let them slime their way back in. I've had many a man who looked poised to become single snatched back up before my very eyes.

Maybe they show up unexpected where they know someone will be and act all sweet as pie to their friends before saying hello. Maybe they just call to hang out, because "we said we'd still be friends" (proof that crap rarely flies). Needless to say I've ONLY noticed this phenomenon with men being suckered back in. Most of the women I know who decide to end something are done.

If this is an accepted mechanism to keep men, maybe it would work on getting men. I mean, I've noticed a few people who were persistent despite the already married status of a man achieve their whore-like goals. That's not what I'm talking about here, moreso just to obtain a single man. The theory is, if you just start being there you'll not only scare other women away who think you are their other half but you might get to weasel your way in. If this isn't proof that men just _think_ they're in charge, I don't know what is.

2). When one missed opportunity from the past rears its head, several do. Now of course this ties in partly with the issues raised in #1. I watch the nicest guys that I wish had been single when we met get snatched back up into things with complete crazy asses.

Do both of these items revolve around the one simple truth that men will do anything for an easily accessible um... you know. Or do they actually prefer to be with people who hit them, treat them like crap, and lead them around as though on leash?

"No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater - than central air. -Azrael, Dogma" Ok, so the weather is a good bit cooler now, so the exquisite part isn't as noticable, but the AC is in. We had a heck of a boomer last night. The water is staying out of my basement but has now decided to screw with me on the entry way again. Just when I thought to myself "gee, I haven't had problems there in a while, maybe the changes made fixed everything and it's safe to put in ceiling tiles again". The shingles were pulled, flashing was added, all kinds of attempts were made to stop the water there. I've lived with the little bit of water that wicked up from the bottom, but coming in from where the roof should be stopping things is unacceptable.

The feets ache. I got moving shortly before noon today zipping out to get an envelope in the mail and making a few quick stops at some of my favorite el-cheapo shopping stores. Dumped off some equipment for Beff to get her butt in gear and then decided I should heed my own advice. So I took to the basement with organization on the mind. My shelves are now nice and neat, I can find a screwdriver, or whatchamacallit whenever I need one. A quick vaccuum run in the basement to collect the dog fur and it is at least presentable for the folks coming to install my AC on Monday.

The fish have new water, the dishes are done, the laundry is in its last cycle, the groceries necessary to appease my mother while she monitors the AC installation are procured, the dog has been chased around the yard and brushed, fresh vanilla ice tea is sun brewed, dinner was yummy, the plants are watered, the carpet is vaccuumed, and I am TIRED. Right now I'm not sure what possessed me to get up early tomorrow morning.

The weather has been pretty nice for a few days, and a little cool in the evenings. I've seen a ton of butterflies, seems like a daily occurrence - which is odd - but I guess it is because I'm looking for them. As soon as I shower off the days worth of grime I think I'll spend a little time sipping the fresh tea and watching the sky turn to the pinks and oranges that shine through the trees out back. Beyond that do I try to create some more notes or do I be overly eager for my vacation and start plotting out my packing? *evil grin*

I would have posted this earlier but I was hoping for a good photo of the sunset to share with the post. The colors in the sky just weren't cooperating this evening - as is always the way. Close your eyes and just imagine a good one looking off of my deck, across the yard, and through the trees.

Ok, the first four weeks of my notes are at 99%, only 11 more to go and a few tests to be written. At least I should have all of the legwork out of the way before the semester starts up and I won't lose time on my class to get these things pulled together.

A few hockey announcements as I see several of our former players heading in new directions. Steve Cygan is headed back to the UHL and Ian Manzano is headed to Europe. Its a bit unnerving to be one of only two teams that remain without a single signing announced. I'm pretty sure on a few that we'll see in our lineup this year both from direct signings and guestimates from the TB pre-camp rosters. I guess we'll see how close I come on my guesses.

The construction for what I believe to be curbs appears to have spun up in my neighborhood. Needless to say this contradicts what I was expecting as I was told of plans to survey the people around me for their preferences on curbing. Time for a call to the township so I know what to expect - sounds like we have mountable curbs on the way. *holds breath*

"Just one look from your eye was like a certain kind of torture. - Madonna"

Why is my weekend over already? So very unfair it is. The final is done, I had issue with just a few questions in there, so I'm not fretting. Here's hoping for an A. Two more semesters officially remain. Saturday while the gal pals headed off to a party I returned from the final, showered and readied myself for dinner, and then lounged on the couch (something I haven't done in a few weeks), which quickly became a nap.

You see, it's hard to call it this, but... fear - everyone, I had a date. Ok, it wasn't a date in a classic sense, as I was meeting someone that I've kind of known for a while in an abstract. But if it does classify as a date it was the longest date on recorded history. No. Get your head out of the gutter, he slept in the spare room. It was moreso out of the distance to visit that the better of a weekend was planned out. A bit of late grubbing upon his arrival into Jtown at City View and watching a few DVDs since it was a bit too late to hit a theatre and what the heck, I had napped, so I was able to stay awake (unlike today where I was yawning at 10:30).

A bit of Vixen tormenting for attention and shortly into Sunday afternoon we were headed to Altoona for sushi and a Curve game with Beff in tow. Sushi was a little less spectacular than it usually is, but it sufficed. The Curve actually WON the game (despite my presence), and I managed to pay attention periodically, in between playing with the mooonkey who left work to join us for the weekend. Mooonkey is ready for the hockey season to start, even if he is a bit hesitant about those cursed polar bears. Good to see Walt out and about down there. I'd much rather see a friendly hockey face than someone I graduated with (always a fear of mine when spending an evening in Altoona).

It is most definitely time for sleep. It only took 45 minutes to get through my email from the weekend. Whee!

PS. The tree frogs are going like mad. I think _they_ think it's almost September. It's such a nice noise. One that makes me think of UPJ. I spent my autumn nights in the dorm with the window open listening to them go.

The fuzzy one is now brushed, as is absolutely required a couple days after a bath. While outside chasing her down I saw a black swallowtail butterfly with its beautiful black wings with accents of blue and white on the bottom! A bit more cleaning is accomplished leaving my normal weekend cleaning routine ahead of schedule.

Tomorrow I'll crank out the final and one more semester will be done! Don't worry, I'll still be plenty busy for the next few weeks getting ready for the fall semester. Plus there is my new sound forge software I'll be playing with :)

One good thing about this heat, if you're a Mooonkey. No polar bears. Sigh. Probably no polar bears all winter either.

I started my day with a brand new "mint chocolate chip" poptart. I was SO off of these things until I saw the new yummy flavor at the grocery store last night. To hell with donuts... poptarts, is there anything they can't do?

Another reason to be glad I'm very close to finishing my degree. The price per semester has lept another $100. This now means that three courses in one year exceeds the max my company will reimburse... never mind the books, which they just recently started reimbursing for. I wonder if I turn in my paperwork for reimbursement in January if it will count towards next year. So close. So close. I really need to figure out if my aspirations still include those four additional classes to crank out an MBA as well. It seems like forever from now that I'd complete things, but I know how time flies.

It's been quite sweltering here lately. I finally decided to say screw it and take the leap. I am in the process of scheduling to have air conditioning installed for the main portion of the house. I think it will help with the humidity issues, future resell, and, most importantly, please the fuzzy one. Since there is the option to do 12-months same as cash I can crank out that bill over the next year and then look into dealing with the carpet which so desperately needs replaced. I'm also thinking, providing this tenant doesn't move out in the middle of February, that I will try to deal with the nasty fake wood walls in the apartment. Time to research the appropriate materials to do the job. Time to slave labor Ms. Beth in return for the hours logged at her house! *grin*

I slept a little too late to hit church this morning. I've been a bit of a slacker in that realm lately. Shame on me. But I did get ready and get out to Vanessa's bridal shower. As the queen of the camera I am at least guaranteed to not be _in_ the photos, so I'm happy. I just hope I got enough decent shots since I was unfamiliar with the camera i was using.

From there I changed, fed the water based and fuzzy based beasts, and headed to my uncles for dinner. Most definitely the best filet mignon I've had in ages. While the elders gathered for their smoke *rolls eyes* I chatted with cousin Darren for a while. We're both old. Back to the whole smoking thing, that is truly dedication. To leave the nice cool air conditioning to sit outside, sweating one's ass off for the sake of a freakin cigarette.

Back home and I tossed in a movie to appease mother. I'll be sleeping in my own bed this evening, thank goodness. The disrupted sleep from the past two nights has me a bit off.

Three cheers once again for Shakespeare in the Park. The weather this year was the most agreeable of the past three others. The play this year was "Two Gents" a twist on "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" with a western flavor and was enjoyable. Other than that my Saturday was pretty bland. I slept, got up and readied for lunch with my mom, aunt, and uncle and then came back, napping part of the afternoon away before heading to Stackhouse. Ok I guess I did get a little done in between for the teaching side of fall classes.

The sister's fam leaves for their cruise tomorrow! I am eager to see what they think. Now the countdown for mine is truly on. I so just need to go and run away from it all.