12.16.2008

"I Feel the Earth Move Under My Feet...."

"A weak earthquake has been felt by residents northwest of Charleston, but no damage was immediately reported.

A quake measuring 3.6 on the Richter scale was recorded at 7:42 a.m. Tuesday." --The State newspaper

Let me assure you....there ain't nothing weak about feeling your house shake. Wow!

12.12.2008

Dickens Week

Meaning "It's been the best of times, it's been the worst of times".

The boss that I bought this book

to cope with is gone. The result of a "re-organization" of the company. This is the best of times.

The worst of times: my sweet friend Mafie's job was sacrificed to make room for this a$$hat. The thing that pisses me off most: this IDIOT still has a job while she is out looking for one. Hopefully, "what goes around, comes around" comes quite quickly for this waste of space.

Fall Images


On top of parking garage, downtown Charleston, Thanksgiving


The maple tree in our front yard


Where the blue ridge yawns its greatness...


...where the Tigers play.

Berries - top deck north

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More Clemson leaves


Fall leaves, Clemson


Confederate rose, my back yard

11.29.2008

GO TIGERS!!!!!

WOo-HOO! Beat the Gamecocks!!! Life is good!!! Yay! Ended the season at 7-5 (which doesn't sound like much, but it's been a rough year!)

And how cute is our coach????


Hope he sticks!!!

Anyway, it's been a crazy two (yikes, two!) months since I posted last. I'll post some images of my time away from the intarwebs later. But for now,

GO TIGERS!!!!!

10.04.2008

Sweet Duffy Boy



Yes, I know, Mizz Blanca needs some representation, too. Might be hard....she steers clear of the paps.

Pullo, all legs

10.01.2008

Adventures in Wingdom

After shearing poor Duffy again (at least his head still looks normal), Lovey and I ventured to Bike Night at a local (ghetto) wing place which on here shall remain nameless. Cuz I'd hate to offend the nice people I'm going to win a motorcycle from. Pretty Aprilia!

Wow...there are certainly some interesting people in this world. After we'd been there for about 30 minutes (or seven days, it's hard to say which. How can people talk for so long exclusively about motorcycles???), I decide to excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

I go in the one-seater and turn around to lock the door......which wasn't there (the lock, that is).....nor was there a doorjamb to speak of....which looked like the door had been kicked in (pieces still leaning in corner).......certainly a dilemma.....had to go........oh! I'll just put this KEG in front of the door.....that should hold it. Why, oh, why don't I ever get photographic documentation of this? Cuz this? Can't make it up.