111

Ladies and gentlemen, today I broke a personal record. I accomplished something I didn't think I'd ever do. And I have a witness. Greg was there. He saw it. His mouth fell open and he stared in disbelief.

I bowled a 111. I'd never broken 100 before. It was shocking.

And that was the first game, not the second game, where I threw a strike granny-rolling the ball because my arm was hurting and I couldn't actually throw it anymore. Only bowled a 97 on that game.

Pager Pilgrimage

Monticello. Stately home of one of our founding father's, Thomas Jefferson. The majestic house sitting high on a mountain in Virginia...

No, wait... Not in Virginia. Not on a mountain. I think we have the wrong Monticello.

Sure enough, if it's Friday night and if Greg has the pager you can guarantee we're going to end up in some small town in the middle of nowhere fixing something at their local hospital ER. Welcome to Monticello, MS. Why things don't break in off-site locations when his employees have the pager, I don't know.

And by fixing something, I mean half the time it's something that takes about six minutes or less. Like when we drove 4 hours to Aberdeen, getting there at 1:30AM, and found the problem to be that whoever had been working on the computer equipment earlier in the week hadn't plugged a cable back in all the way and it was loose. Or the trip to Marks, getting there at midnight and working on it until after 1am, spending the night in Batesville, and getting up at 7 the next morning to learn that nothing was actually broken, it was a problem with the phone line.

At least last night just required swapping out a piece of equipment, which took 3 minutes, and we were back home by 11:30. I don't mind these trips, I go just to entertain Greg driving back late, and I get to see all kind of towns I don't ever want to actually live in. I keep saying that one of the requirements to join their program is that your town has to be small enough not to be able to support a Walmart. Not sure how Newton got past that rule, but I'm sure they'll get kicked out any day now. Hopefully we got he curse out of the way Friday and can now have a pager free weekend. However, since we made plans for dinner with Greg's family tonight, it's a safe bet we'll end up in Port Gibson or something before the night is over.

An Ode to Microsoft Access

An Ode to Microsoft Access
by Susan

Oh, database software,
So promising and full of hope!
All I want is order and ease,
But alas, you say, "Nope."

I hate your queries,
forms and tables.
I wanted to be friends,
If I'd been able!

But now I give up,
And wave my white flag.
I can't take anymore.
My brain now sags.

So keep your relationships
And all your reports
I'll go back to Excel
Where at least I can sort!

TV Quote of the Night

"The wahoo can follow the floatsam for a month at a time..."

From the documentary Blue Planet. The quote servers no purpose, but I found the sound of it hysterically funny for some reason. Especially with the commentator's Brittish accent.

Self Portrait

Super Mom suggested I give up my attempts at photography and take up a career in art. Here's my argument against that plan:

Self Portrait













Yes, there's a story behind this picture. It has to do with a kidnapped flamingo, a ransom note, and a wanted poster.