Monthly Archives: July 2005

So I was thinking about selling shirts @ CafePress.com… The idea being, of course, that your own blog name could replace my own blog name… what do you think?

Today is Kerri Joy Vinyard’s 30th birthday… she’s one month and nine days younger than I am. Kerri and I met for the first time when I was (ill-advisedly) dating her shiftless elder brother Greg. She was two grades behind … Continue reading →

Warning: this is where my crazy inner conservative goes ballistic. If you have a heart condition which may be aggravated by reading law-n-order right-wing rants by people you believed to be tried’n’true bleeding heart liberals, you may want to skip … Continue reading →

"Portland, Oregon and a sloe gin fizzIf that ain’t love then tell me what is."~Loretta Lynn (and Jack White) Can you tell I have a huge-ass deadline hanging, anvil-like, over my head? Just call me Damocles. (I’ve only had one … Continue reading →

…that the very best part of my job is calling people up and telling them news that’s going to make them happy… 🙂

So according to my Official Site Statistics, I have an average of 100 visitors per day here. My question is: where are all of y’all? And the answer I’m looking for can be given in the form of a question. … Continue reading →

So we rolled in around midnight-thirty last night, relatively safe and sound. It was 107 degrees here yesterday (apparently some sort of record) and today is shaping up more or less the same, looks like. This is what happens when … Continue reading →

Which is a new experience for me, and not an altogether unpleasant one. Back in the day, Dear Reader, I used to entertain myself during the interminable interval between clicking on a link and the loading of a Web page … Continue reading →

Ah, Stockton. The heart of California’s Central Valley. I can’t believe I actually grew up here. It’s been over a hundred for days and freakin’ days. Little relief in sight, which is why my crippling workload and I have shuffled … Continue reading →

The Tour de France has become my sweetie’s world. Here we sit, the melodious accents of Phil Liggett and Paul Sherwin drifting through the air… close to hand, Sweet Thang has the remote (to mute those bloody obnoxious "Survivor Lives" … Continue reading →