Found that usb cable I needed...
Its 2:30 AM - i'm restless and cant sleep, so i cleaned and voila, tucked behind my headrest, the usb cable i needed to load the pics from the trusty canon.
moving on.
I have a very very deep regret about one occasion when I went on and on and on and on about my hair, so I'll keep this short (there's a pun in here ;) I got bangs, see?
In the previous entry I mentioned my golf pro, Jeff Barber. Just look at him, there he is, puffin' away at a stogie at like 9:30 AM. Bob, Fern and I adore him. There's one thing he does though, that just makes me feel awful. He's so damn encouraging I feel like an idiot. He'd show the silver lining at gun point if need be...dammit, Jeff, you make me feel like I showed up to the course in a short bus!
Here's our golf posse which includes little Raymond who outplayed me by the way. He's, ohhhhhhhhhh, about 5 years old. His uncle, I forgot his name, the guy on the left. Then Fern, Jeff, Bobby and our new buddy, Eric. He's an animator, formerly an architect. Cool guy. You cant see it, but on my shirt is says "golf!". Didn't help my game any.
I've been obsessing over chandeliers. I have a miniature one in my bedroom now (big ups to Bobby for the masterful installation work). This little precious number I had put in at our LaPeer building. There's another gorgeous crystal one in the dining room, too. Much bigger though. This one has a touch of old Louisiana I thought...and the dark green of that small hallway really makes it pop. Its my pride and joy I tell you. Hung every crystal myself.
This past Tuesday the El Rey had a party. They've already had shows there, but this was a catered and open bar thing they hosted since the remodel. Awesome catching up with the people. I was so lucky to work there, completely grateful for the experience.
There's a few things to look at. Honestly I've been so busy these past few weeks that I've neglected my friends and not read a drop of fiction or put on a cd. Bananas.
Now begins a hardcore session of mornings at the gym, 3 hours at the library, then work till 6pm - the GRE is on Dec 21...tick tock, tick tock ;)
moving on.
I have a very very deep regret about one occasion when I went on and on and on and on about my hair, so I'll keep this short (there's a pun in here ;) I got bangs, see?
In the previous entry I mentioned my golf pro, Jeff Barber. Just look at him, there he is, puffin' away at a stogie at like 9:30 AM. Bob, Fern and I adore him. There's one thing he does though, that just makes me feel awful. He's so damn encouraging I feel like an idiot. He'd show the silver lining at gun point if need be...dammit, Jeff, you make me feel like I showed up to the course in a short bus!
Here's our golf posse which includes little Raymond who outplayed me by the way. He's, ohhhhhhhhhh, about 5 years old. His uncle, I forgot his name, the guy on the left. Then Fern, Jeff, Bobby and our new buddy, Eric. He's an animator, formerly an architect. Cool guy. You cant see it, but on my shirt is says "golf!". Didn't help my game any.
I've been obsessing over chandeliers. I have a miniature one in my bedroom now (big ups to Bobby for the masterful installation work). This little precious number I had put in at our LaPeer building. There's another gorgeous crystal one in the dining room, too. Much bigger though. This one has a touch of old Louisiana I thought...and the dark green of that small hallway really makes it pop. Its my pride and joy I tell you. Hung every crystal myself.
This past Tuesday the El Rey had a party. They've already had shows there, but this was a catered and open bar thing they hosted since the remodel. Awesome catching up with the people. I was so lucky to work there, completely grateful for the experience.
There's a few things to look at. Honestly I've been so busy these past few weeks that I've neglected my friends and not read a drop of fiction or put on a cd. Bananas.
Now begins a hardcore session of mornings at the gym, 3 hours at the library, then work till 6pm - the GRE is on Dec 21...tick tock, tick tock ;)
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