What were you thinking?
Rather than put a boot through my TV screen, I'll just vent here.
Almost on a daily basis, the CENTCOM briefings carry a story of embedded reporters that have been sent back to Kuwait because the information they put on the air was too sensitive (i.e. revealing) about the current location or operational status of a military unit.
Well, just about a minute ago, I was monitoring CNN when a reporter from the Boston Globe made a point of calling the CNN desk asking that he be put on the air. And what did he say? That his unit was sitting on the east bank of the Euphrates river, 50 miles from Baghdad. Anyone who has studied math knows that if you take a set of compasses, draw a circle centred on a known point, and find the intersection of the circle on another known point (like a RIVER, for example) can pinpoint with complete accuracy the position on a map.
Expect this reporter to be on tomorrow's list of stupid (I mean banned) reporters.
I'm not an exciting person, but anything that crosses my mind that I care to share with the rest of the world will appear here.
Monday, March 31, 2003
And another thing
There are a few blogs I like to read daily. One of them is And another thing.... Reading it recently, I came across a post that referenced a war-related post on one of the many War Blogs on the internet. This mp3 file is quite long. Those on a slow dialup will probably want to avoid downloading it. However, the thrust of the audio clip is an Iraqi ex-patriate, calling in to a talk show to challenge a "peace activist". It's really worth a listen if you can spare the long download. On a slow dialup, expect a 5-10 minute wait...
There are a few blogs I like to read daily. One of them is And another thing.... Reading it recently, I came across a post that referenced a war-related post on one of the many War Blogs on the internet. This mp3 file is quite long. Those on a slow dialup will probably want to avoid downloading it. However, the thrust of the audio clip is an Iraqi ex-patriate, calling in to a talk show to challenge a "peace activist". It's really worth a listen if you can spare the long download. On a slow dialup, expect a 5-10 minute wait...
Someone has no sense of humour
I have a small Comic Relief section on this site. It contains items or links sent to me in emails. Each evokes a smile, or in some cases, a belly laugh. They are listed in the order I came across them. First on the list is a clip called Yes & No, a really innovative flash presentation created by Bruno Bozzetto. A Google search yields much information about this talented individual.
Anyway, the point of this post is that my original link to this masterpiece no longer functions. Instead, visitors are challenged with a password. Does this mean that bandwidth to this site has been so high as to warrant a change in policy, or has the host of this content simply lost his sense of humour? I really don't know.
Luckily, this little clip must be popular, because another search pointed out many alternate hosts, and just in case, I've now downloaded the clip for myself. Unless there is a copyright issue that will eventually cause all hosts of this content to stop carrying it, I hope to always be able to provide access. The world needs a good laugh. Specially now, during these trying times.
I have a small Comic Relief section on this site. It contains items or links sent to me in emails. Each evokes a smile, or in some cases, a belly laugh. They are listed in the order I came across them. First on the list is a clip called Yes & No, a really innovative flash presentation created by Bruno Bozzetto. A Google search yields much information about this talented individual.
Anyway, the point of this post is that my original link to this masterpiece no longer functions. Instead, visitors are challenged with a password. Does this mean that bandwidth to this site has been so high as to warrant a change in policy, or has the host of this content simply lost his sense of humour? I really don't know.
Luckily, this little clip must be popular, because another search pointed out many alternate hosts, and just in case, I've now downloaded the clip for myself. Unless there is a copyright issue that will eventually cause all hosts of this content to stop carrying it, I hope to always be able to provide access. The world needs a good laugh. Specially now, during these trying times.
Sunday, March 30, 2003
Chatting it up
I visited a chat room tonight, for the first time since moving to Toronto. Don't really know why I went in (actually, I do - I turned on Trillian to see if a friend was online - Kiwi, let me know you're OK - and forgot that Trillian automatically logs me into this chatroom I discovered in August), but anyway, I went into a room I hadn't visited since September. It was good being there. The mood is laid back. Friendly, with nobody putting on airs, trying to run games, etc. And no "sex-talk" allowed. Very comfortable. Anyway, it was good. I'll try to visit again before another six months goes by!
I visited a chat room tonight, for the first time since moving to Toronto. Don't really know why I went in (actually, I do - I turned on Trillian to see if a friend was online - Kiwi, let me know you're OK - and forgot that Trillian automatically logs me into this chatroom I discovered in August), but anyway, I went into a room I hadn't visited since September. It was good being there. The mood is laid back. Friendly, with nobody putting on airs, trying to run games, etc. And no "sex-talk" allowed. Very comfortable. Anyway, it was good. I'll try to visit again before another six months goes by!
Saturday, March 29, 2003
A chance discovery
There's a war going on. And some of the amateur pundits make good reading. A chance encounter with a comment left on this post on the Command Post warblog has convinced me that Robert Crawford's blog will be my kind of place. Look for a new link at left.
There's a war going on. And some of the amateur pundits make good reading. A chance encounter with a comment left on this post on the Command Post warblog has convinced me that Robert Crawford's blog will be my kind of place. Look for a new link at left.
Wednesday, March 26, 2003
You can't have it both ways
Iraqi media finally have an incident of civilian bombing to display to the world. After 16,000+ sorties, a smart-bomb has finally missed a target and hit a civilian neighbourhood. Yet, the Iraqi government continues to go to great lengths to set oil trenches ablaze, ostensibly to obscure the view of bombers trying to pick out targets.
So, who's really to blame?
Iraqi media finally have an incident of civilian bombing to display to the world. After 16,000+ sorties, a smart-bomb has finally missed a target and hit a civilian neighbourhood. Yet, the Iraqi government continues to go to great lengths to set oil trenches ablaze, ostensibly to obscure the view of bombers trying to pick out targets.
So, who's really to blame?
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Chicken! (or is it Turkey?)
Not much is being said about the screwing we got from Turkey. Truth be told, we should have cut our (political) losses and run weeks ago, so that the 60,000+ soldiers sitting in warships away from the action would have had the time to get off those ships and into the battle.
Just imagine what things would be like right now if a northern front had been established... powerful forces converging on Baghdad from the north, south, and west. Remove the northern front, and it does two things - first, it allows Iraq to concentrate it's defensive forces over a smaller front; and second, it provides an escape route for Saddam Hussein and his Republican Guard. I fear the political ramifications if the leadership of Iraq melts away in the night (or during a sandstorm).
There is no doubt that the U.S. will capture Baghdad - sooner or later. I just hope they don't pay too high a price for the victory.
Not much is being said about the screwing we got from Turkey. Truth be told, we should have cut our (political) losses and run weeks ago, so that the 60,000+ soldiers sitting in warships away from the action would have had the time to get off those ships and into the battle.
Just imagine what things would be like right now if a northern front had been established... powerful forces converging on Baghdad from the north, south, and west. Remove the northern front, and it does two things - first, it allows Iraq to concentrate it's defensive forces over a smaller front; and second, it provides an escape route for Saddam Hussein and his Republican Guard. I fear the political ramifications if the leadership of Iraq melts away in the night (or during a sandstorm).
There is no doubt that the U.S. will capture Baghdad - sooner or later. I just hope they don't pay too high a price for the victory.
Monday, March 24, 2003
Human Shields
Sometimes, being the "good" guys carries responsibilities (or at least the perception of increased responsibility). I am hoping that the military strategists and soldiers on the ground remember the following:
Allowing the military effort to be slowed down by "human shields" ultimately results in much higher civilian casualties. Why? Because for every successful use of a human shield, there will be countless additional attempts to use the same strategy.
I would suspect that the military commanders are aware of this, and will instruct their soldiers on the ground to attempt to minimize civilian casualties, without allowing their presense to derail the assault. In many cases (though not all), the civilian population is sympathetic towards the Iraqi government. These "human shields" may very well be willing participants.
For air assaults, human shields are less of a concern. Pilots who drop bombs are already conditioned to block out the fact that humans may ultimately lose their lives during a mission. Close air support and infantry personnel have a harder time dealing with human shields, since they have to see their targets "face-to-face". In such cases, film should be shot of the Iraqi soldiers holding the human shields (to prove to the world that these civilians were not specifically targeted by the coalition forces). Once this evidence is gathered, the attack should proceed as normal, with no regard to the civilians. Easier said than done, I know. But if this strategy is followed, the Iraqis will soon understand that human shields offer no defence, and actually prove to the world (via the film) that the Iraqi military employs illegal and inhumane practices when fighting.
Sometimes, being the "good" guys carries responsibilities (or at least the perception of increased responsibility). I am hoping that the military strategists and soldiers on the ground remember the following:
Allowing the military effort to be slowed down by "human shields" ultimately results in much higher civilian casualties. Why? Because for every successful use of a human shield, there will be countless additional attempts to use the same strategy.
I would suspect that the military commanders are aware of this, and will instruct their soldiers on the ground to attempt to minimize civilian casualties, without allowing their presense to derail the assault. In many cases (though not all), the civilian population is sympathetic towards the Iraqi government. These "human shields" may very well be willing participants.
For air assaults, human shields are less of a concern. Pilots who drop bombs are already conditioned to block out the fact that humans may ultimately lose their lives during a mission. Close air support and infantry personnel have a harder time dealing with human shields, since they have to see their targets "face-to-face". In such cases, film should be shot of the Iraqi soldiers holding the human shields (to prove to the world that these civilians were not specifically targeted by the coalition forces). Once this evidence is gathered, the attack should proceed as normal, with no regard to the civilians. Easier said than done, I know. But if this strategy is followed, the Iraqis will soon understand that human shields offer no defence, and actually prove to the world (via the film) that the Iraqi military employs illegal and inhumane practices when fighting.
Sunday, March 23, 2003
Command Post
Michele has spearheaded a collective of Iraq-war related blogs. Please support her efforts by visiting the Command Post site (please feel free to capture the gif - on this site or hers - to create your own link).
Michele has spearheaded a collective of Iraq-war related blogs. Please support her efforts by visiting the Command Post site (please feel free to capture the gif - on this site or hers - to create your own link).
Saturday, March 22, 2003
Ingrates!
I've been watching CNN. It's good to see dancing in the streets, as long-oppressed residents of Iraq finally get the opportunity to express themselves as the coalition troops roll through their towns. Hours later, I'm watching another CNN report, where an independent western reporter is attempting to interview some of the residents after the troops have left the town. Now, it's a completely different story! The residents are calling them "Satan". Even the journalists are called by this name.
Residents are questioning the reporters as to when the Israeli's will be entering the country; and when will the Americans be leaving. So many years of living in an oppressive regime, where all you hear from cradle to grave is anti-American, anti-semetic rhetoric... it seems no matter what the Americans attempt to do for these people, they will never understand what is being done for them.
I am now beginning to fear that sleeper cells of brainwashed civilians will allow coalition forces to penetrate Iraq with no resistance, only to be met with stiff guerilla warfare on the way out.
And now, we have word that in the 101st Airborne headquarters in Kuwait, two "terrorists" lobbed grenades into the tents of the garrison commanders, and shot at people as they evacuated the tents. To be fair, I would label these perpetrators as "special forces" (which, to me, is the definition of clandestine fighters in a formal conflict). However, it does point out that westerners are overly trusting of those they choose as allies.
Update
So, the Airborne security is OK after all. I hope they use the fucker that lobbed the grenade as a human shield on the next reconnaissance run. I know they won't - but a guy can dream can't he?
I've been watching CNN. It's good to see dancing in the streets, as long-oppressed residents of Iraq finally get the opportunity to express themselves as the coalition troops roll through their towns. Hours later, I'm watching another CNN report, where an independent western reporter is attempting to interview some of the residents after the troops have left the town. Now, it's a completely different story! The residents are calling them "Satan". Even the journalists are called by this name.
Residents are questioning the reporters as to when the Israeli's will be entering the country; and when will the Americans be leaving. So many years of living in an oppressive regime, where all you hear from cradle to grave is anti-American, anti-semetic rhetoric... it seems no matter what the Americans attempt to do for these people, they will never understand what is being done for them.
I am now beginning to fear that sleeper cells of brainwashed civilians will allow coalition forces to penetrate Iraq with no resistance, only to be met with stiff guerilla warfare on the way out.
And now, we have word that in the 101st Airborne headquarters in Kuwait, two "terrorists" lobbed grenades into the tents of the garrison commanders, and shot at people as they evacuated the tents. To be fair, I would label these perpetrators as "special forces" (which, to me, is the definition of clandestine fighters in a formal conflict). However, it does point out that westerners are overly trusting of those they choose as allies.
Update
So, the Airborne security is OK after all. I hope they use the fucker that lobbed the grenade as a human shield on the next reconnaissance run. I know they won't - but a guy can dream can't he?
Must see TV
Is it just me, or is everyone changing their viewing habits. Two weeks ago, I would have killed anyone standing between me and my favourite programs. Now, I voluntarily give it all up to watch CNN. On the one hand, I guess that still makes me a TV junkie. On the other, I guess I can live without my favourite programs.
This war in Iraq is teaching me things about myself I simply did not know.
Is it just me, or is everyone changing their viewing habits. Two weeks ago, I would have killed anyone standing between me and my favourite programs. Now, I voluntarily give it all up to watch CNN. On the one hand, I guess that still makes me a TV junkie. On the other, I guess I can live without my favourite programs.
This war in Iraq is teaching me things about myself I simply did not know.
Monday, March 17, 2003
I'm pretty hawkish, so it should be no surprise that I not only support the U.S. government's stand regarding Iraq, but wonder why the heck they've waited this long. My not-so-secret wish is that Saddam gives Israel some provocation to take part in the spanking to come. In 1991, the mission was to get Iraq out of Kuwait, so Saddam did not feel himself to be in much personal risk. I believe he feels differently now. The one thing I'll say about Saddam is that he's not stupid (ruthless, yes, but not stupid). Rhetoric aside, he's not anxious to become a martyr, and I believe he will seek a means of leaving the country alive rather than chance trying to survive a massive bombing campaign.
I also believe the U.S. has some electronic warfare devices that are being reserved for this campaign, and that despite all the foreplay, they will still be able to mount a first-strike with a significant element of surprise.
No predictions about the swiftness of the campaign, but the casualty count in U.S. / British / Canadian forces will be minimal.
I also believe the U.S. has some electronic warfare devices that are being reserved for this campaign, and that despite all the foreplay, they will still be able to mount a first-strike with a significant element of surprise.
No predictions about the swiftness of the campaign, but the casualty count in U.S. / British / Canadian forces will be minimal.
I had a great weekend. My wife arrived on Friday evening, and we had a lovely dinner together at one of our favourite restaurants. There were a couple of minor snafu's by the kitchen staff. Nothing that we would have complained about, but on this day, the manager of the restaurant was doing the rounds, and he caught every shortcoming. As a result, we were treated to a free appetizer and one free entree. This made the meal that much more enjoyable. To be fair, however, the service was excellent, and we left a tip commensurate with the full value of the meal, not the amount we were charged.
Saturday, the plan was to meet my sister for lunch and seeing the movie Chicago with her. Prior to lunch, my wife and I went shopping. She had a couple of things she needed to buy, and we were hoping to find what she wanted. We did better than that. Not only did we find it, but we found it in the first place we looked. And the price was quite reasonable. That put my wife into an excellent frame of mind. We met up with my sister right on time, and had a pleasant meal together. My wife really gets along well with my sister, which makes our visits quite enjoyable. We had hoped to convince her to join us for "Chicago", but she declined. Since my wife and I had already seen this movie, we decided to watch the new Bruce Willis movie (Tears of the Sun). Had we known this was going to be like "The Killing Fields", we would have passed. It was a movie that really tugged at the heartstrings, but it was so gory, we could have done without it. Don't get me wrong... the movie was enjoyable, just not the type of fare we had bargained for on this romantic weekend.
After the movie, we headed down the road for the one-hour drive to Hamilton. Our daughter is living there while she attends college. She had just moved to a new apartment at the beginning of March, and we wanted to see the place. I wish I could describe how proud we are of her. She's done a remarkable job with the apartment, getting a good leg up on the furnishing and decorating of the place. She had to work that evening, and we arrived around dinner time, so we all went to dinner together. Since we had been forced to wait for a table at the restaurant, it was quite late when we got out. So, we decided to give her a ride to work. And, we decided to go inside and meet some of her coworkers.
And so started an adventure. The manager of the restaurant, it turns out, is also from Windsor. He's about the same age as our daughter, but already married. Anyway, he grew up in the west end of the city, within a half block of where my wife was raised! So my wife asked what his last name was. And it turned out she knew his mother! Better than that, his mother and my wife had grown up as childhood friends, having played "Barbies" together as 9-year olds! With this knowledge, it was as if the manager was a member of the family. He spent considerable time visiting our table, and talking about his mother, father, stepfather, aunts, uncles, and family friends. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly at this point), my wife knew many of the people he mentioned. I sat there in amusement as they rehashed the early days of his mom's life. I don't think he wanted the conversation to end, but he finally bid us a fond farewell; and promised he'd tell his mother about the chance encounter. What do you think the odds are of something like this happening? Well, let's see... Windsor has over 200,000 people. Hamilton has over 660,000. And these cities are over 200 miles apart. Talk about coincidences!
After a quiet drive back to Toronto, and a good night's sleep, we woke up refreshed on Sunday morning and decided to do a bit of driving around the neighborhood before it was time for me to drive her to the train station. I'm glad she decided to spend the morning with me, instead of going to church as is her normal Sunday morning ritual. It's not that I begrudge her the time to pray, it's just that I was selfishly enjoying the weekend, and just didn't want it to end.
Despite spending our time together on Sunday, time still flew by too quickly, and at 2:00PM, it was time to say goodbye. Parting is always the most difficult time of our visits, and I'll be so happy when I'm back in Windsor for good. Until then, I miss her already!
Saturday, the plan was to meet my sister for lunch and seeing the movie Chicago with her. Prior to lunch, my wife and I went shopping. She had a couple of things she needed to buy, and we were hoping to find what she wanted. We did better than that. Not only did we find it, but we found it in the first place we looked. And the price was quite reasonable. That put my wife into an excellent frame of mind. We met up with my sister right on time, and had a pleasant meal together. My wife really gets along well with my sister, which makes our visits quite enjoyable. We had hoped to convince her to join us for "Chicago", but she declined. Since my wife and I had already seen this movie, we decided to watch the new Bruce Willis movie (Tears of the Sun). Had we known this was going to be like "The Killing Fields", we would have passed. It was a movie that really tugged at the heartstrings, but it was so gory, we could have done without it. Don't get me wrong... the movie was enjoyable, just not the type of fare we had bargained for on this romantic weekend.
After the movie, we headed down the road for the one-hour drive to Hamilton. Our daughter is living there while she attends college. She had just moved to a new apartment at the beginning of March, and we wanted to see the place. I wish I could describe how proud we are of her. She's done a remarkable job with the apartment, getting a good leg up on the furnishing and decorating of the place. She had to work that evening, and we arrived around dinner time, so we all went to dinner together. Since we had been forced to wait for a table at the restaurant, it was quite late when we got out. So, we decided to give her a ride to work. And, we decided to go inside and meet some of her coworkers.
And so started an adventure. The manager of the restaurant, it turns out, is also from Windsor. He's about the same age as our daughter, but already married. Anyway, he grew up in the west end of the city, within a half block of where my wife was raised! So my wife asked what his last name was. And it turned out she knew his mother! Better than that, his mother and my wife had grown up as childhood friends, having played "Barbies" together as 9-year olds! With this knowledge, it was as if the manager was a member of the family. He spent considerable time visiting our table, and talking about his mother, father, stepfather, aunts, uncles, and family friends. Surprisingly (or maybe not surprisingly at this point), my wife knew many of the people he mentioned. I sat there in amusement as they rehashed the early days of his mom's life. I don't think he wanted the conversation to end, but he finally bid us a fond farewell; and promised he'd tell his mother about the chance encounter. What do you think the odds are of something like this happening? Well, let's see... Windsor has over 200,000 people. Hamilton has over 660,000. And these cities are over 200 miles apart. Talk about coincidences!
After a quiet drive back to Toronto, and a good night's sleep, we woke up refreshed on Sunday morning and decided to do a bit of driving around the neighborhood before it was time for me to drive her to the train station. I'm glad she decided to spend the morning with me, instead of going to church as is her normal Sunday morning ritual. It's not that I begrudge her the time to pray, it's just that I was selfishly enjoying the weekend, and just didn't want it to end.
Despite spending our time together on Sunday, time still flew by too quickly, and at 2:00PM, it was time to say goodbye. Parting is always the most difficult time of our visits, and I'll be so happy when I'm back in Windsor for good. Until then, I miss her already!
Wednesday, March 12, 2003
Hey everyone, did you miss me??
Things have become more hectic lately, and I'm finding it harder to stay awake during the late evenings - that's when I usually do my blogging.
The boss has asked me whether I would be willing to put in extra hours for extra pay. It seems there are projects he wants done, and there simply aren't enough hours available during the day to tackle everything. So, he's resorted to bribing a few of his programmers to put in some extra time. The only unfortunate thing about this is that it's drastically cutting into the time I've been spending on my "secret project".
I'm about a month or two away from being able to talk about it here, assuming I get some time to work on it! When it's finished, I'm hoping I will be able to finally ease up on my after-hours programming activities.
On another note, the boss has been conscious that I haven't been making much effort to move my family up to Toronto. I had really tried, but found that housing in the area is 2-4 times as expensive as where I came from, and I'm only making 1/3 the salary as before. You do the math... So, my boss asked me straight out - am I actually planning to move my family to Toronto. My response, carefully delivered, was essentially "No, because I can't afford to on what I'm making". I quickly added that I wasn't looking for a raise - not until the timeframe we had agreed to during job negotiations. I simply stated that, now that I was more familiar with the city, it was physically impossible to move the family.
And here's where the conversation got interesting. The boss told me that he's had time to reevaluate his initial stand on telecommuting. It seems he's had an opportunity to judge my work ethic, and my worth to his organization, and has decided that allowing me to telecommute is probably the only way he's going to be able to retain me long term. So now, he's accelerating my "learning process" (he wants me to learn all I can about the core functionality of the company's software) with the ultimate goal of sending me home to my wife!
Truth is, this change of heart has as much to do with the newly introduced high-speed internet access and cramped office space as anything else. Heck, I'm currently working through a Terminal Server, with no need for any local files on my PC. If I can do that from the office, I guess he figures there's no reason I can't do it from elsewhere. And the office, while not physically "cramped", does have limited room for expansion. If I were to work from home, it would leave a computer and desk available for a new employee.
So, having said all that, I'm pretty happy with the prospect of being back "home", where I will be in the company of my wife (yeah, I'm mushy, but I really do love this incredible woman!) - and will be able to hop out of bed in the morning ready to hit the keyboard, without the 2-hour preparation/commute to face.
Speaking of that incredible woman, she's coming up to visit me this weekend! Hooray!!! And while she's here, we'll take the opportunity to visit our daughter in her new apartment. I can't wait...
Things have become more hectic lately, and I'm finding it harder to stay awake during the late evenings - that's when I usually do my blogging.
The boss has asked me whether I would be willing to put in extra hours for extra pay. It seems there are projects he wants done, and there simply aren't enough hours available during the day to tackle everything. So, he's resorted to bribing a few of his programmers to put in some extra time. The only unfortunate thing about this is that it's drastically cutting into the time I've been spending on my "secret project".
I'm about a month or two away from being able to talk about it here, assuming I get some time to work on it! When it's finished, I'm hoping I will be able to finally ease up on my after-hours programming activities.
On another note, the boss has been conscious that I haven't been making much effort to move my family up to Toronto. I had really tried, but found that housing in the area is 2-4 times as expensive as where I came from, and I'm only making 1/3 the salary as before. You do the math... So, my boss asked me straight out - am I actually planning to move my family to Toronto. My response, carefully delivered, was essentially "No, because I can't afford to on what I'm making". I quickly added that I wasn't looking for a raise - not until the timeframe we had agreed to during job negotiations. I simply stated that, now that I was more familiar with the city, it was physically impossible to move the family.
And here's where the conversation got interesting. The boss told me that he's had time to reevaluate his initial stand on telecommuting. It seems he's had an opportunity to judge my work ethic, and my worth to his organization, and has decided that allowing me to telecommute is probably the only way he's going to be able to retain me long term. So now, he's accelerating my "learning process" (he wants me to learn all I can about the core functionality of the company's software) with the ultimate goal of sending me home to my wife!
Truth is, this change of heart has as much to do with the newly introduced high-speed internet access and cramped office space as anything else. Heck, I'm currently working through a Terminal Server, with no need for any local files on my PC. If I can do that from the office, I guess he figures there's no reason I can't do it from elsewhere. And the office, while not physically "cramped", does have limited room for expansion. If I were to work from home, it would leave a computer and desk available for a new employee.
So, having said all that, I'm pretty happy with the prospect of being back "home", where I will be in the company of my wife (yeah, I'm mushy, but I really do love this incredible woman!) - and will be able to hop out of bed in the morning ready to hit the keyboard, without the 2-hour preparation/commute to face.
Speaking of that incredible woman, she's coming up to visit me this weekend! Hooray!!! And while she's here, we'll take the opportunity to visit our daughter in her new apartment. I can't wait...
Wednesday, March 05, 2003
Saturday, March 01, 2003
I apologize to those very few souls that visit me on a regular basis. I've been so busy at work that I just haven't had time for the other things in my life. Not only haven't I been posting, but I haven't even had the time to read the other blogs I normally visit daily.
I wish I could say I see the light at the end of the tunnel, but for now at least, blogging needs to take a back seat. I'll do what I can...
I wish I could say I see the light at the end of the tunnel, but for now at least, blogging needs to take a back seat. I'll do what I can...