Therefore, I wonder about the methodology to generate this:
Cash Advance Loans
Either undergrad work is nowadays less demanding, or I am more eloquent than I thought.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
El Low Quince
I generally just dash together some words and pictures when I post. Occasionally, I will spend several hours on a post, but that is extremely rare.
Therefore, I wonder about the methodology to generate this:
Either undergrad work is nowadays less demanding, or I am more eloquent than I thought.
Therefore, I wonder about the methodology to generate this:
Either undergrad work is nowadays less demanding, or I am more eloquent than I thought.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Weekend plumbinatin'
For complex reasons involving raising water hundreds of feet, and pressure tanks and chlorine injection and pump vacuums, Amy and I had to replace an 80 gallon galvanized tank with a 350 gallon pvc tank. Uninstall. Unpipe. Expand deck. Install. Repipe.
Fun. Fuuuuuuunnnnnn. Fuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn!
Sort of. The weird thing is, this is the first plumbing project we've ever done that held water on the first attempt. Huh.
Fun. Fuuuuuuunnnnnn. Fuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnn!
Sort of. The weird thing is, this is the first plumbing project we've ever done that held water on the first attempt. Huh.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Dear Lord in Heaven
Please keep these people away from the Hill Country!
"But being city people, they did what anyone looking to “get away from it all” would do first, before they even spent the night: they paid $3,000 for a home-security system complete with motion detectors, a one-touch intercom that connects to fire and police dispatchers and an emergency hand-held remote-control device they could leave on the bedside table at night. “I know it sounds ridiculous now that I talk about it, but I just feel safer sleeping with the remote control,” Mr. Gotlib, a 32-year-old corporate sales director for Time Inc. Media Group, confessed, “because those deer are aggressive.”"
"But being city people, they did what anyone looking to “get away from it all” would do first, before they even spent the night: they paid $3,000 for a home-security system complete with motion detectors, a one-touch intercom that connects to fire and police dispatchers and an emergency hand-held remote-control device they could leave on the bedside table at night. “I know it sounds ridiculous now that I talk about it, but I just feel safer sleeping with the remote control,” Mr. Gotlib, a 32-year-old corporate sales director for Time Inc. Media Group, confessed, “because those deer are aggressive.”"
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Unexplainable?
I went to the grocery store on the way home Monday evening. I gathered the dozen or so items I needed, and wandered checkout row looking for a short line. I got in one with only two or three people ahead of me, and proceeded to vegetate.
I was startled out of my reverie by an employee asking if I'd like to move over to the next aisle, where a register had just opened up. Of course I moved, a new queue is like the holy grail of grocery land!
I was behind one woman with a couple of items; while she paid, I unloaded my cart. Just as I finished, a little old man got in line behind me carrying only a pint of ice cream.
I told him I was sorry I had all this stuff to check out, and he only had the one item. I glanced up at the register lighted sign and realized I was in a 10-item limit express line! I hastily apologized to both the checker, and the man behind me. He was very gracious about the whole thing. In fact, he was so gracious, I told the checker to put his pint of ice cream on my bill. She protested, "but he's got exact change!" and the man nodded that he did. I asked him if he'd let me buy his ice cream to absolve my sin of taking 15 items into a 10-item line, and he gave me permission.
The checker bagged his ice cream and handed it him before ringing up the rest of my groceries. The little man thanked me profusely, and walked out of the store with a spring in his step.
The checker smiled and me and said, "Honey, you made his night. He comes in here three or four times a week to buy only that pint of ice cream, and he's always got exact change."
I got my groceries and headed down the road. I had a strange feeling that I couldn't place. It finally struck me--I was feeling that wonderful kind of happiness that one feels only after doing an unexpected kindess for a stranger. I basked in its glow for several minutes as I rolled down the road, and then I was struck by a thought: It was a shame that that feeling was even momentarily unexplainable, and I vowed then and there to do such small kindnesses at least often enough to give that feeling more than a passing familiarity in my life.
I was startled out of my reverie by an employee asking if I'd like to move over to the next aisle, where a register had just opened up. Of course I moved, a new queue is like the holy grail of grocery land!
I was behind one woman with a couple of items; while she paid, I unloaded my cart. Just as I finished, a little old man got in line behind me carrying only a pint of ice cream.
I told him I was sorry I had all this stuff to check out, and he only had the one item. I glanced up at the register lighted sign and realized I was in a 10-item limit express line! I hastily apologized to both the checker, and the man behind me. He was very gracious about the whole thing. In fact, he was so gracious, I told the checker to put his pint of ice cream on my bill. She protested, "but he's got exact change!" and the man nodded that he did. I asked him if he'd let me buy his ice cream to absolve my sin of taking 15 items into a 10-item line, and he gave me permission.
The checker bagged his ice cream and handed it him before ringing up the rest of my groceries. The little man thanked me profusely, and walked out of the store with a spring in his step.
The checker smiled and me and said, "Honey, you made his night. He comes in here three or four times a week to buy only that pint of ice cream, and he's always got exact change."
I got my groceries and headed down the road. I had a strange feeling that I couldn't place. It finally struck me--I was feeling that wonderful kind of happiness that one feels only after doing an unexpected kindess for a stranger. I basked in its glow for several minutes as I rolled down the road, and then I was struck by a thought: It was a shame that that feeling was even momentarily unexplainable, and I vowed then and there to do such small kindnesses at least often enough to give that feeling more than a passing familiarity in my life.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
Goodbye Cyrano
After sixteen years of faithful companionship, Cyrano has moved on.
I found him in 1991, a hungry, flea-bitten ball of fur, no bigger than the palm of my hand, stowed away in the back of a workman's truck from Austin.
After that traumatic beginning, I tried to provide a good home life for him. He was always skittish, until the last few weeks of his life.
We will miss him.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Utopia: It’s not just a fictional state of paradise.
(It’s also a fine breakfast destination in the Texas Hill Country.)
Amy, Lee and I decided on a short jaunt to the Lost Maples Café in Utopia for breakfast on Wednesday. With the Iron Butt Rally going on, I feel a little wimpy for such a mild ride, but it’s all I have.
On the way, we passed the venerable breakfast destination, the OST, or Old Spanish Trail restaurant in Bandera. The business next door had a fire break out Friday night, and firefighters had to cut a hole through a wall in the OST to douse it. I’ve heard of a “hole in the wall” place to eat, but never in the literal sense. The hole, along with smoke and water damage forced the OST to close, but rumor has it they will re-open in time for this weekend’s “Celebrate Bandera” festival.
Our route took us through the Hill Country State Natural Area.
This is a good sign, if you’re on a GS.
This water crossing looked extremely slick. I told Amy to hang on and not move a muscle. We motored into it about five mph. The front wheel immediately started to slide, and I see-sawed the handlebars rapidly to keep us upright. It was over in about two and a half seconds, although it felt like minutes. We stopped on the other side, and I looked back as Lee rode in. He seemed to have no trouble. I was puzzled, until I realized that the weight distribution of our bike two-up was much farther rearward than his, causing the lightened front wheel to slide more easily. Note to self: Both Amy and I need to scoot forward on future water crossings.
In an attempt to prevent the dreaded “plowed into from behind” scenario, Lee grafted a stop sign, with street sign still attached, onto his helmet.
Much of the Hill Country really is Utopia, and not fictional.
Ahh, breakfast at last! Lee and Amy look happy.
There was some road construction coming out of Utopia. The signman was either shy, or in the witness protection program.
Off to Lost Maples General Store for a cool beverage.
The Broken Bone Ranch. Heh. That could be me, from a dozen years of racing motocross. Let’s see. Clavicle, Tib, Fib, Scapula, Wrist. Not to mention torn ACL and dislocated shoulder. Sure was fun though!
(Sorry for the poor quality, I snapped this at about 70 mph.)
Paradise.
Finally, back where we (almost) started:
Amy, Lee and I decided on a short jaunt to the Lost Maples Café in Utopia for breakfast on Wednesday. With the Iron Butt Rally going on, I feel a little wimpy for such a mild ride, but it’s all I have.
On the way, we passed the venerable breakfast destination, the OST, or Old Spanish Trail restaurant in Bandera. The business next door had a fire break out Friday night, and firefighters had to cut a hole through a wall in the OST to douse it. I’ve heard of a “hole in the wall” place to eat, but never in the literal sense. The hole, along with smoke and water damage forced the OST to close, but rumor has it they will re-open in time for this weekend’s “Celebrate Bandera” festival.
Our route took us through the Hill Country State Natural Area.
This is a good sign, if you’re on a GS.
This water crossing looked extremely slick. I told Amy to hang on and not move a muscle. We motored into it about five mph. The front wheel immediately started to slide, and I see-sawed the handlebars rapidly to keep us upright. It was over in about two and a half seconds, although it felt like minutes. We stopped on the other side, and I looked back as Lee rode in. He seemed to have no trouble. I was puzzled, until I realized that the weight distribution of our bike two-up was much farther rearward than his, causing the lightened front wheel to slide more easily. Note to self: Both Amy and I need to scoot forward on future water crossings.
In an attempt to prevent the dreaded “plowed into from behind” scenario, Lee grafted a stop sign, with street sign still attached, onto his helmet.
Much of the Hill Country really is Utopia, and not fictional.
Ahh, breakfast at last! Lee and Amy look happy.
There was some road construction coming out of Utopia. The signman was either shy, or in the witness protection program.
Off to Lost Maples General Store for a cool beverage.
The Broken Bone Ranch. Heh. That could be me, from a dozen years of racing motocross. Let’s see. Clavicle, Tib, Fib, Scapula, Wrist. Not to mention torn ACL and dislocated shoulder. Sure was fun though!
(Sorry for the poor quality, I snapped this at about 70 mph.)
Paradise.
Finally, back where we (almost) started:
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tubing the Guadalupe.
Amy and Niko and I decided a little floating would be a good thing, seeing as the rivers are running like demons after all the rain.
We headed to Bergheim to rent some tubes for a leisurely drift down the river...
What a couple of "boobs"
Much nicer!
Started off easy enough...
This looks interesting...
Ho hum....
Getting Better!
Yee-ha!
Waterfall break:
The mother rapid?
Yes indeed--Yippee kai yay!
We return for more Thursday!
We headed to Bergheim to rent some tubes for a leisurely drift down the river...
What a couple of "boobs"
Much nicer!
Started off easy enough...
This looks interesting...
Ho hum....
Getting Better!
Yee-ha!
Waterfall break:
The mother rapid?
Yes indeed--Yippee kai yay!
We return for more Thursday!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sea World
Went to Sea World with Tony and Rita, their kids and grandkids two weeks ago. We spent a lot of time in the water park, visiting parts of it I'd never been to before (Splash Attack).
It was great to see Tony and Rita again; it had been a year or two since we last met.
Their kids are growing fast, and beginning to show signs of good upbringing.
It was great to see Tony and Rita again; it had been a year or two since we last met.
Their kids are growing fast, and beginning to show signs of good upbringing.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Hmmmm, not too bad
But I thought my friends/family rating would be higher, since I'm extraordinarily lucky in both.
| This Is My Life, Rated | |
| Life: |  8.2 |
| Mind: | 7.6 |
| Body: |  8.4 |
| Spirit: |  9.5 |
| Friends/Family: |  6.3 |
| Love: | 7.7 |
| Finance: | 8.1 |
| Take the Rate My Life Quiz | |
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