No, not "free the beast" or "Free your beast" but just "free beast"

We have an ooooooooold photocopier at work that we want to give the old heave-ho to.  Problem is, we don;t know where to heave it.  

If anyone wants it, let me know. 

"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors but I think that Gad has a sick sense of humor, and when I die I expect to find him laughing."

Given that I thought I'd share….in the shower last night I had an epiphany regarding a Bible story.  There's a story of Mary Magdalene washing Jesus' feet and then drying them with her hair.  I forget from my young days exactly what that was supposed to imply: her humility, or reverence, or whatever.  I really think she was trying to heal her split ends!  This was in the days before Pantene and a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do, you know? 

And can you blame her for wanting to wash his feet first?  If it was me I would have rubbed my receding hairline against his insole.

It's a gloomy day outside and I have a plate of fried ravioli in front of me. 

The sky can't make its mind up and it keeps drizzling on and off. I managed to dig up the weeds and grass that were encroaching on my fruit trees.  I think I'll get a nice crop this summer if it doesn't get too hot too fast. 

I have a school project due tomorrow; a fairly easy image post.  The thing is I bought Photoshop online and it hasn't come yet.  They say it'll be there Tuesday.  But the assignment is due Monday.  Time to get creative!  I'll stay at work late tomorrow and use my computer there.  I should be able to figure something out. I always do. It's all about making due with what you have. 

That's how a lot of my creativity developed since childhood: using what I had at hand. That and a large Lego collection.  I could make anything out of Lego so long as I had enough pieces.  I remember making a van with doors in the roof so that a hover craft could land in it.  Why do I remember such shit?  And of course it was eventually disassembled for a new creation.

Now I do things like collect rocks out of the backyard (used to be a wash basin here, so rocks are copious) and move them out front to landscape with.  And, not having a wheel barrow, and not liking to have to buy things unless I need to, I use the yard waste can to transport them.  It works for me.  I just need four or five more trips to have the parkway I want it with rocks breaking up the sage and iris….

OK, how is it I suddenly sound sixty?  Earlier I was on the ladder training the bougainvillea and tying it to a wire when it hit me: I'll make a really good little old man some day, puttering in my garden. Let's hope I have one when I'm a little old man.  And an annuity that allows me the free time to putter around in my garden.  Oh!  I need to check my Lottery numbers from last night's drawing.  I might already be a Millionaire.

Story 1: Mother-in-law
Someone called the office asking about hotel cancelation.  The new girl puts her on hold and asks me, "Scot, this lady wants to know what do we do if her mother-in-law dies two days before they leave?"  I answer, "Put a bottle of champagne in their room?"  I did manage to give the woman a satisfactory response after a minute of giggling with her on hold.  It's been a stressful week....

Story 2: Dad
Another man wanted to come to a resort with his wife and 10 year old daughter.  Due to the nature of the resort, we do not allow children under 15; pools, stairs without railings, etc.  Hew anted to come for 4 days before going on to a swank wedding in Florida.  He starts thinking alound through his options while on the phone and says, "My dad just died, so my mom will be free to baby sit."  I managed not to make any noise, but I laughed sooo hard.  I was stomping my foot and shaking trying to get it out beofre I had to talk again.  And people wonder why video phones haven't taken hold.  Besides, when I only shave every other week, people don't need to se that.

Two great faces that go great together!

WAT, Amy, love you both!

Mornings suck.  Seems I've written this before….
Anyway, my poor friend/boss is laid up with horrible pain due to kidney stones.  He managed to pass a stone last night from kidney to tube of 6.5 Karats.  Too bad it's not a diamond yeah?  So needless to say, he was not up to coming into work this morning. 

I got a call last night from our friends who were looking after him, so I knew I had to get up and open the office at 6am.  That means getting up at 5am.  Bleh.  Soooo the alarm goes off at 5, I snooze until 5:20, then pull jeans and a shirt from the pile of clean cloths on the floor and leave the house.  (I may have run a brush through my hair, but no promises on that one.) 


{Pictured is my cartoon alter ego, Tin Tin}

I don't like getting to work in the dark.  It sucks.  And then I have to worry about falling in the pool because it's dark and I have to circumvent the pool to get to the office.  Uggh.  Never fallen in though.


Third thing I did was make coffee.  First thing was turn on the lights (it was dark, remember), then turn on the computers to let them boot up.  Then coffee!  Oh sweet (and by sweet I mean bitter) coffee!

My boss is doing better today.  They're trying to break up the stone with ultra sound.  Ultra Sound sounds like a bad 80's techno band doesn't it?  Can't you just see a doctor's treatment room with a huge ghetto blaster pointed at someone's lower back to try and vibrate a kidney stone out of existence?  Weird.  But so am I.