Archive for September, 2004

Sep 25 2004

These weather patterns look a bit like a bullseye

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So, how many hurricanes does it take to screw Florida completely? I thought the answer was three, but evidently we still have a little bit of hope or some last vestige of dignity. Time to bend over and take another one. “Thank you, Mother Nature! May I please have another?” Of course, relatively speaking we don’t have much to complain about. Poor Haiti is getting hammered, and they ran out of lube long ago.

Last night at work was interesting, with much mention and ogling of my man-boobs. As I commented to a friend shortly after arriving at home, I never thought I’d have to say the words “My eyes are up here.” I can’t help it if I’m perky by nature and I don’t have to use my fingers to point. (hehe) Of course, it doesn’t help that I wore a shirt that seems to have shrunk just slightly. I suppose there’s a reason it was in the back of my closet, but I wasn’t thinking about that as I grabbed clothing and dashed off to work. This one’s going back into the depths. As it is, I don’t know whether to be flattered or horrified.

Sleep. Sleep would be good. I’m poised right on the edge of delirium.

“Is there something in the guitar case?”

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Sep 06 2004

I’m not dead!

Published by Walker under Personal

Well, it looks like we’ve survived another hurricane. Frances knocked out the power at about 10:00 Saturday night, and we’ve been suffering and sweating since then. I have to say we were lucky, though, because that was our only problem. Our biggest worry was making sure the food in the refrigerator and the freezer didn’t spoil.

I’m taking it easy this time around. Last time, I was running around trying to make sure everyone I knew was okay. This time, I’ve called those I can call. Hurt my knee a day or two before the storm hit, so I’m not going to overdo it now. Sitting on my arse is good. *grin*

So, now I’m off to play video games with Charlie. He was staying at his mother’s house, which is just down the street from us. They just got power back as well, though we’re not sure if Charlie’s apartment is up and running yet.

I hope everyone else in Frances’ path is as lucky as we were. Best wishes to all of you.

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