Per request of Miss Tara and in cooperation with Big C, I’m going to push for the daily update (minus weekends). But it’s not going to be little pish-posh “Here’s My Update For Today” nonsense, but real, true content. It’s all about the content, people! I even made a little button to help in our cause:

Feel free to link to it, grab it, put it on your page, eat it, whatever.

Renée got her picture in the paper today. She’s a star! I was in the row in front of her, and wouldn’t you know that I’d miss out on this photo op. Figures! Oh well.

I got time off from work today to plan my first vacation. I actually get to plan it pretty substantially, which is pretty sweet. I’m going to be shaping my environment, and not the other way around. Tight. I think I should say that more often.

Discuss a politically-correct Bible.

Happy 27th wedding anniversary, Mom and Dad!

One such finding is the Bubble Bobble Hillbilly Rodeo remix of your favorite game and mine, Bubble Bobble. I seem to remember the harpsichord being present in the original rendition, but the goats (or whatever they are) are a little much for me.

But gosh, remixed video game themesongs are the best! Killer Instinct, Final Fantasy, with more coming everyday. I could spend a long time here. These are all the classics that I grew up with. Ahh, memories…

This weekend Clint got a little bit of a surprise. His birthday was exactly one week ago, and unbeknownst to him, his surprise party was Saturday night. He arrived at the Big House, quickly followed Andy downstairs, and then out poured about 15 of us from Andy’s room to decorate the entire upstairs area in the arena of about five minutes. Shortly after watching a breath-takingly funny clip of Emperor’s New Groove, Andy leads him upstairs. That’s my cue.

I gun it across the tile kitchen floor with slippers and a match in my hand. As I’m sliding into the dining room, I strike the match, just in time to land it on the top of the candles. Am I good or what? Of course, Laquie and Renée almost blew our surprise from laughing at my clumsiness.

But boy, was Clint surprised!

Not only does my car heater not work, but I’m freezing here at work. I don’t think my hands have been warm all day long. Or all week long, for that matter. Gosh, look outside! Makes me glad that I’m at least inside than in the minus 6,453 degrees outside. Just kidding.

Actually, I’m not kidding about being glad I’m inside. I’m kidding about the temperature. Stupid web.

This weekend is the Super Bowl Party at the Big House. I don’t really care which team wins; I’m more interested in the commercials and in huge projection screen we’re going to have. That and all the friends. And the food.

Yeah, Super Bowl is awesome!

First things first: Dan’s steak on the ol’ Foreman was amazing. Next time I eat meat of that slant, I’m sticking with George.

Don’t you hate it when you are in mid-write of an email and right before you hit send, something strange happens and you lose everything you’ve written? Argh.

It’s been a busy couple of days, and the rest of the week earns the award of “busy” yet again. Today is a strange feeling, for I am “marooned” at work while the Gov’nah (my strong Volvo) gets his heat and cruise control fixed. I’m awaiting that blessed call to say that he’s done, but not how much he will be. Thankfully, Renée is picking me up from work today.

Wow, just think of that. Renée is picking me up from work! A mere month ago we moved her out here. A mere two months ago, if she was going to pick me up from work, it would take her about 17 hours to do so. Now, it’s been reduced to minutes! Hallelujah!

Time to run. Enjoy the new design; comment as desired

So I’m working at my desk the other night, deep in thought either doing homework or working on a project for work or who knows what. All of a sudden, this silly little praying mantis jumps onto my shoulder from nowhere. Here he is, sitting on my right shoulder, just kind of minding his own business but certainly interested in the face that is now gazing upon his two little beady eyes. I’m a little bit startled—you know, as often as manti jump upon my shoulder, the situation seems to push a small amount of adrenaline through the body. So, calmly and peaceful, I attempt to pick him off and put him somewhere else, like the desk. Yeah, smart move. He actually made it there himself by exercising his little wings. I didn’t even actually know that manti had wings until tonight.

So, there he is sitting on papers on my desk just hanging out. So I decide that it’s time for Mr. Mantis to “go home”, so I pick up the papers and try to retreat to the back door with him. However, he seems to grab hold of my overhead lamp and play around on there for a while, which lent itself to some amusing conversation between myself and him. “So, uhh… what are you doing up there, huh? You like the light? Good.” Sorry, it’s very difficult to have deep conversation with these little guys.

Finally though, I lower the desk lamp down to the desk and he moves back onto the paper. Realizing the time as come to act, I pick up the paper with him on it and move toward the back door of the house. All the while, he knows something is up because he moves from the edge of the paper to where my hand has grasped it in an attempt to find more stable ground. Fortunately, I got outside in time and he jumped onto my nice little wooden stairs just outside the door.

Quite the lovely experience, if I do say so myself. He provided an entertaining break from homework, at least.