it's not you I'm looking at…

Since I’ve started talking about heading to Mexico it’s amazing how many people have said, “oh, so and so is going too”. Since so many people travel there, not uncommon we could meet up with some peeps, right? So? Are you headed to Mexico?

Since I posted anything here, so go check out www.menandwomenofindustry.com instead.

Added a running widget to the side, let’s see how that progresses…

Am I lucky or what?

Why do guys just assume that a woman named Natasha must be hot? How does that happen? Is there a corresponding set of “hot” names for guys?

…to my Mother.
“Mother, have I always had depressive tendencies?”
“When did you first describe me as ‘melancholy/sanguine‘?”
(she used to love to say that, emphasizing the negative qualities of both and in comparison to my ‘Choleric’ sister and more ‘phlegmatic’ brother)
I’ve had a dark cloud on my head lately, curious to see how far back this cloud has been following me. Chronic cloud perhaps?
I’ll let you know the answers.

This seems to have happened a lot lately. I’m driving somewhere. A pedestrian is walking across the road when they shouldn’t be. No crosswalk or against the light, whatever. Instead of looking at me coming at them, they purposefully look away leaving the full responsibility of their well-being in my hands. Now I have to admit, this is a good trick and works fairly well. I don’t like the pressure of looking out for them. Hard enough to look out for myself. Peds be warned, sometimes I might not be caring about you. I might be texting someone. Or changing the song on my iPod. You might find yourself flattened.

I have an ice crunching problem. I define problem as something that “interferes with your ability to function normally”. I realize that may be a bit circular as “normal” has issues of it’s own. But no matter, on to my problem. Once I start crunching ice – and this is usually after my red bull & vodka drink has evaporated – I can’t really stop. I just keep crunching until all the ice is gone. There’s generally enough ice that my entire mouth is numb and that’s where it get’s tricky. With a numb mouth and tongue I can no longer enunciate words and I just sound like a seal in heat. So…next time you see me out and can’t understand anything I say…check for a glass empty of ice in my hand.

Oh yeah.
Some random pictures from October including a wedding reception party, a nephew’s birthday party, some bread I made, etc. etc.
And, of course, some from halloween. Donna and my “concept” costume, Jack and his viking babes, uma, poor scott attacked by birds, and oh yeah, Tony Little covering up zorro…