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Conversations20:28 Mar 23 2008
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Him: What do you know of this alleged slaying?
Me: I believe I was either the last to see him alive or the first to see him dead, depending upon what his twitching signified.
Easter breakfast15:37 Mar 23 2008
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I have just taken the first batch of banana-nut scones out of the oven and they are near perfect. I got up this morning not knowing what to make my son and myself for breakfast. I looked around the kitchen and I spied the bunch of bananas getting too ripe to eat. I have to go out of town again tonight and the bananas would draw gnats long before I returned (Time flies like an arrow, and fruit flies like a banana!).
I scanned the cabinets and had everything I needed for scones except for shortening, but I had a pound of butter on hand. Now my kitchen is redolent with the smell of banana-nut muffins and butter.
This may become an Easter tradition.
Nothing else to write about this morning. No children screaming and searching for candy-filled plastic eggs. No parents walking around with cameras. No dogs hiding from the attention of sticky-fingered rug-rats. This is the first year in nine that I have not had an Easter egg hunt at my home. I used to throw these get-togethers for my friends and their children. The record so far was 24 children under the age of 10 and over 1200 candy-filled eggs scattered throughout my back yard and gardens. I learned long ago the folly of hiding real eggs throughout my back yard and gardens. They would never all be found and weeks or months later I would hit one with the mower or a dog would bring one into the house and crack it. The reek would be incredible.
The egg hunt would culminate with the appearance of the Easter Bunny. A biker friend of mine, affectionately known as "Bear", would ride in on his Harley wearing a fluffy, white bunny suit, a black plastic helmet with holes cut out for the rabbit ears, and his black leather vest. All of the children knew and loved Bear. They would rush to be the first to sit on his lap and have their picture taken. Bear's health is failing now, and he hasn't ridden his hog since last Easter. It may be fitting that I didn't have a party this year, because I cannot imagine one without our leather-clad biker rabbit riding up to the delight of the children.
A sad ending to an era.
Irony14:37 Mar 16 2008
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I want to dream about you and I together, but the thought of your touch keeps me awake at night...
I was very, very bad today...22:03 Mar 11 2008
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I did a really terrible thing today. I messed with somebody’s lunch order.
I was running errands during my lunch break today and I had to get back to my client’s office for a meeting. I didn’t eat lunch yet and I was running late. I had stopped at 2 sandwich shops and both had lines too long to wait for. I saw a Wendy’s and pulled into the lot. There is nothing at Wendy’s that I don’t like. I pulled into the lot and saw another tremendous line at the drive-thru. I drove around the line of people waiting to order and saw there were only 2 cars waiting to pay for and pick up their orders. I pulled in behind the second car. When the other cars had pulled away I pulled up to the window and was asked for $4.29. I paid the cashier and was handed my change and a bag of food.
Not a bad score: I wound up with 2 jr. bacon cheeseburgers, small fries and a 5-piece chicken nuggets, all of which I enjoy, and I didn’t have to wait in line.
I mean, after all, it’s not like I stole the food, is it? I did pay for it. I just left a mess for someone else to explain and straighten out.
Oh, and I was still late back for the meeting.
Executive decision05:19 Mar 08 2008
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I have made a business decision that I already regret. I have accepted a contract with a national client that will make me their in-house Environmental Program Manager for anywhere from 6 months to 5 years. They have an office set up for me already in their corporate office. My office is on the same floor as their vice-presidents’. I will be working in their corporate offices about 40-50 hours a week. Their corporate offices are in Houston. I hate Houston.
I have always found Houston too big, too crowded, and too fast. I like Dallas/Ft Worth because it is a little slower and more relaxed, not as humid, and my son is here. They have already gotten me a corporate, furnished apartment to use while I am in Houston. I am keeping my place in the Dallas area because I will be coming home to see my son every other weekend. And a 6-month commitment is not enough to get me to move. Plus I still own my company in Arlington. Hopefully my business partner and highly efficient staff will keep everything running smoothly while my attentions are directed elsewhere.
The money they are offering for my services is adequate, but not outstanding. The real money is in the offer that the client contracting my services is giving me first refusal on any environmental investigations or remediation activities that I feel necessary. For that reason I am taking one for the company.
So don’t expect me to be on here nearly as much as I have been lately. If I survive the first 6 months without going postal I should be back to my usual participation.
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