It’s right there!

Thank you Anne! You ROCK!

If you are offended by strong language, don’t click.
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See! Proof I went to Washington DC and met Wendy!

Unfortunately, Wendy was eaten by a shark while we were in the Museum of Natural History. Sorry Dr. Phil.

These are from the beginning of the week when we went to The Garden of the Gods in Colorado. I took a lot of pictures, so you’ll need to click through to my Flickr set to see most of them.

Some pics from Denver Trollopolloza 2009

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So I have to say that I had a fabulous time in Denver hanging out with Anne and Janiece and Jeri. What I enjoyed the most was the opportunity to talk and laugh and relax and be silly. It allowed me to come back to work today feeling far more capable and personable than I have in weeks.

The only down side was we had issues with out flights coming and going, both of which had us spending more time in Charlotte NC than we had any desire to do so. I mean, it’s a nice enough airport and all, but not where we wanted to be.

OK, also Michael’s phone seems to have broken himself. So now he has to decide what he wants to do. I’m recommending sending the thing back (it’s still under warranty) and getting a new phone, and selling whatever they send him as a replacement. Personally, I may try and talk him into a Blackberry, since I think it’s the best phone for what he does.

But we’ll see what happens.

Meanwhile, I’m still getting my photos from the Denver trip together–probably finish sorting through them this weekend, since I’m still a little sleepy from the flight back on Tuesday/Wednesday.

So thank you again to Janiece and Anne for hosting us. Can’t wait till we can all get together again!

I discovered some time ago that I am somewhat of an outlier among the UCF Trollops–I do not have an obsession with footwear. Yes, I find it important, and I am willing to spend money on shoes, but that’s because I want shoes that are comfortable, and because many shoes hurt my feet, I will put down money for shoes that are comfortable when I’m walking around all day long.

But as footwear is important to the other members of the Trollop Brigade, I tried to get into the spirit of things. Here are the results:

Ah Timberland! I wore the “WVU pair” home on the plane. So comfortable!

And most importantly, cotton socks! In black and gray! Awesome!

Can you guess where we went immediately after this picture was taken?

We arrived in Denver safely yesterday, as did Jeri. Trollopy things were done, and although pictures were taken, I have not yet downloaded any pictures (I’ve got the netbook instead of the laptop, and installed Gimp only yesterday)

Today is the day of relaxation at the spa. Michael will nose in his have his nose in his laptop in the interim.

Addendum the First:
There will not be much posting here, but I have been Twittering, including using TwitPics.

Due to problems with the plane, we are spending the night in Charlotte instead of Anne’s house in Denver.

But, I’m on vacation, and Michael is with me, so it’s okay.

Thank you Anne!

For rejoining the ranks of the gainfully employed!

Now go out and architect stuff!

Yay Anne!

I got company on Sunday! Specifically, neurondoc, her spouse and offspring!

I made pizza, and received assistance in decorating the pizza; then we had oreos for dessert. Mmmm! (Yes, you should be jealous.)

Also, neurondoc’s daughter is apparently part bumblebee, and is very fond of pollen.

My assistant and I made pizza.

Me and neurondoc.

AND I even got LOOT! Yummy chocolate LOOT!

And just for Nathan…

Yup. She got me bacon chocolate! Now I shan’t be eating this as bacon isn’t in my dietary repertoire, but I am very tempted to save it just for Nathan!

This song has been running though my head all day. Perhaps you’ll take solace from it as I did.

Yesterday, a friend (and a member of the [perhaps metaphorical] group the UCF) suffered a unexpected and terrible loss.

Instead of hanging out here, please take a moment to tell those you love how much they mean to you.

Jeri is AWESOME!

I don’t know what I did to deserve such awesome friends, but I’m glad I did it!

Just not in English, not really.

Here:

<table border=”0″ padding=”5″>
<tr>
<td><strong>Book ID</strong></td>
<td><strong>Author</strong></td>
<td><strong>Title</strong></td>
<td><strong>Review</strong></td>
</tr>

<?php
// display results

$b = 1;
$r = 1;
WHILE ($row = mysql_fetch_assoc($result))
{
?>
<tr>
<td><input type=”text” name=”book_ID<?php echo “$r”; ?>” maxlength=”5″ size=”5″ value=”<?php echo ($row['book_ID']); ?>” /></td>
<td><?php echo ($row['FirstName']); ?> 
<?php echo ($row['LastName']); ?>  </td>
<td><?php echo ($row['Title']); ?> </td>
<td><input type=”text” name=”Review<?php echo “$r”; ?>” maxlength=”155″ size=”40″ value=”<?php echo ($row['Review']); ?>” /></td>
</tr>
<?php
$r++;
}
?>
</table>

Is that a thing of beauty or what?

Even better, it works perfectly.

Now I just need to write the update queries for it.

Go stare at Janiece!

O.O

The lock of hair lay in the precise center of floor.

Below the neat cut, a blue ribbon tied with a bow held the lock together; the remainder of the lock curled upon itself into a loose circle, the uncut end wisping out.

It was the only thing in the room.

The wooden floors were bare. Even the dust had been swept up and taken away.

He knelt down on the floor and stared at the curl–the only thing remaining of their years together. But as soon as he reached out to touch the ribbon, it all disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Janiece is the most awesome human on the planet.

Thank you Janiece!

If a picture is worth a thousand words, I’ve got nine thousand words for you below the cut.
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The name was nice for a short story, but not really appropriate now that the tale has evolved. Need to do something about that.

Don’t Yawn with your Mouth Open Part I
Don’t Yawn with your Mouth Open Part II
Don’t Yawn with Your Mouth Open Part III
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Is Jim’s birthday.

I think this year he turns old or something.

Please go wish him happy birthday!

This is MWT’s fault.

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Everyone said Southern California was the perfect vacation spot. “Get away from dreary Scotland!” they said. “A change will do you good!” they said.

Bah humbug. She should have stayed home.

Sure it was sunny–the weather had been beautiful the entire time–but she wasn’t used to the sun, and got a terrible sunburn.

And then there was the traffic–she’d never seen so much traffic! She didn’t realize what a backwater her home was until she reached California. Night and day there were people everywhere!

She’d thought a change of scenery would be nice, but didn’t realize the scenery would be so completely full of people.

She knew it was provincial, but she started wishing she was home almost as soon as she arrived. Sure, there were amazing new species of fish–she’d never seen anything like some of these species, but that hardly made up for all the other hassles. The food and water weren’t what she was used to, there was more sun than she was used to, and the people…

She was going to kill the dolphins when she got home. Even if suggesting this vacation wasn’t a dirty trick, it was still a pretty horrible experience: How are you supposed to enjoy your vacation if you have to spend the entire time hiding from people that don’t believe you exist?

The locals told her she’d be fine–”those Californians are constantly drunk and stoned. No one will notice you, and if they do, they’ll just think you’re an hallucination. Besides, you don’t live here! Who cares if they see you?”

“Who cares my left flipper!” she’d told them. She had no desire to be caught and dissected.

“There are lots of environmental laws in California!” they told her. “You’ll be fine.”

She’d stared at them if they were barmy, and then asked pointed questions about the amount of pharmaceutical run-off in the water till they’d dropped the subject.

All in all, it was one of the worst vacations she’d ever taken. To hell with the economy. Next year she’d just have a staycation.