Monday, July 30, 2018

30 Years Ago Today (well, 35 actually...)

On July 30, 1983, this lady:

met this fellow:

Ok, ok, ok. Stop. Just stop! No singing the Brady Bunch theme!


What was I saying? Oh, yea. So five years later, on July 30, 1988, we did the whole wedding thing:

Then we spent the last 30 years living different places, doing different things, traveling around and meeting all kinds of people.


And that more or less brings us up to today.

Debbie, I know I suck at all that romance stuff with the cards and flowers and cute little stuffed animals. I know I have a hard time even saying Those Three Words. But know this:

I do love you. More than life itself.

Happy Anniversary!

PS: Before anyone gets all, "Awwwww, what a sweetie pie!" go back and read this post.

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

It's Been a While....

Since we got back from Michigan, I've pretty much done nothing but work. Because of how other people's vacation schedules, conferences, etc. all worked out, I've had exactly five days off in the last six weeks. I remember back in the day, I worked three jobs with no days off and was carrying a full load of college classes, but those days are a long way in the rearview mirror.

And get off my lawn.

So far, I have today and tomorrow off (fingers crossed) so naturally, it's supposed to rain pretty much 24-7 until some time next week. I should be working on one of the 239 indoor projects, but instead, I'm doing this. Because reasons.

This is supposed to be my slow time of year at work, so even though I've had to go in most days, they should be short days. Instead, I'm routinely putting in 10- and 12-hour days. I'm not exactly sure why, but I do know that there seems to be a much larger amount of foot traffic in my office than normal. But it isn't just people stopping in for a chat; it is (mostly) legitimate business. I have a fixed routine that usually is done by 10:00 or 10:30AM at the latest this time of year. For most of that time, I'm supposed to be the only person in the building. Instead, there is a parade of people interrupting me by banging on the front door. Again, it's mostly legit rather than some old dude working on total liver failure thinking I'm going to sell him a pitcher of beer at 8:05AM (and yes, I routinely get those...). I'm not sure why this is happening, but what I do know is that my turn to vacate the premises is coming up quickly, and I'm pretty sure that where we are staying will not have cell service or access to e-mail. Most likely because I have no intention of having the cell phone on or having any device available that can access e-mail.

Politics. (sigh) What is there left to say? The entire Western world seems to have collectively lost their minds. The latest lunacy: Every president since WWII has met with the head of the Soviet Union/Russia at some point in the first year of their presidency. Trump has a meeting with Putin 18 months into his presidency, and it's treason. Do these morons not own dictionaries? Do they have the slightest idea what that word means? ugh...

I do enjoy watching various subgroups of the professionally oppressed tear into each other. The latest is a bunch of lesbians who want to Get the L out of the LGBT. The issue is tranny dudes claiming to be lesbians, which is just a dude in a dress that enjoys having heterosexual sex with a woman. I can certainly see their point, so go for it, ladies! At the very least, white hetero males will get a few seconds peace. [Update: The latest-latest kerfuffle is vegans vs. LGBT. Gotta love it.]

And I should probably go find something more constructive to do with my time other than this.