Sine Capitus

In case any of you are wondering what happened to me, I've been a little more busy recently, so I haven't had time to post when I'm actually in the mood to.

Here's my list of excuses for not posting:

1) The only interesting work I've been doing in the underground city is top-secret, so I can't talk about it. (Ok, it's not interesting and not secret, but I'm not supposed to publicize anything about it yet.)

2) I've been looking for a car.

3) I'm going to Grand Coulee in Washington for a few weeks, so I won't be around.

4) I'll probably be at Hoover Dam for 3 months starting mid-January. sigh. :-C

5) May Day is coming up.

6) July 27th was 4months before Thanksgiving.

7) I'm running out of excuses.

8) Today is the day after I finally got accepted for a credit card. (It's harder to get a credit card if you're male and 23 with no credit history.)

9) I saw more cash than I've ever seen in my life yesterday. Too bad it came from my bank account. (Car)

10) I'm finally to ten excuses.

See? I've been REALLY busy. A whole 10 excuses. :-)

Ok, ok. Maybe if you hang around I can put some cell phone pictures up from Grand Coulee. I think I may have internet access at the hotel, so I may have nothing better to do depending on if we work 12hr days or not.

Vanilla

ery vehemently, Vincent verbalized vowels. Vincent's vernacular vocabulary voiced vocative views. "Vi-deo!" Vincent volunteered vivaciously.

Me have something to post? HA! Is this earth a cube or this post interesting? HAahhhhhh!

Me thinks me'z been a wurk'n too mawch! Tawp in zee moarnin to-uh! Eez'a feyen daye for a ride in zr turain wis Rathbone O'Brain!

Aye! Buht nowe we have the leettle mat'ter oav yoa beel?

Heeler's a leettle moovy my bru'thers made:


(And, no, none of that means anything. :-)

Urad

pon arriving at the Frisco Marina, we found the old "dangerous" playground equipment replaced with new "safe" equipment. For once, "safe" wasn't synonymous with boring. Yes, folks, believe it or not, there is such a thing as a new playground that's fun. It could have had something to do with it being more dangerous than any other playground I've ever been to, but I doubt it... Maybe it had something to do with the playground being designed for kids 12 years and younger? Nah! It was fun WITHOUT having to climb on the roof. I just hope they don't get sewed and take it out very soon.

Here it is... complete with slides that are actually fast, spinney things that make you sick after realizing there's no way to stop once you get going as fast as you can, tons of bars to bump your head on, places to fall off of at great heights, and the noble treadmill of death. (Friction is sometimes a good thing. :-) It also served as a playground for my sister's wild imagination with regards to physics.

As Mark kindly demonstrated, the main tower was pretty high. The climbing wall was one of the only ways to get up. Oh, and yeah... Those bars you slide down are actually fun at 45 degrees with a 12' drop.

The playground contained many odd, twisted ladders, and missing walls on high platforms.

I felt like a kid again!

FREEBEE!

A post without letter! YAHOO!

Why does America get all the boring TV shows? How many variations of "recite information" can we take?

Turnip

his is indeed sad. Steve brought me campaigning and I didn't get elected for president. I have some pictures of the occasion, though!

(BTW, you have to click on the picture below.)

President

Squash

ince I get more comments not posting than I do posting, I've decided to stop posting. Ok, maybe not, but still, silly sisters solicit silly sayings assuming salt is stirred into silly soup.

Radish

accoons may be smart, but they aren't smart enough to play cello! Obviously there's no way they could make it through Popper. Abbey, my friends, has. Congratulations, Abbey! (Popper, for those of you who don't know, is an etude book.)

Quince

uick! Get the door!

Something interesting finally happened! Today, as at least one of you out there obviously knows, is the 6-month anniversary of May Day. Tomorrow marks the six-month anniversary of cleaning up from May Day. Happy anniversary, everyone!

To celebrate such a momentous occasion, an unknown party delivered goods to our house in commemoration of all the fond memories associated with May Day.

The celebration was complete... performed and executed to perfection. Of course, there were the neatly-placed goods:

In the traditional May Day style, no one was to be found:

The mysterious package was puzzling at first... What could it be? A bomb? And what are the two dots? Could they be to indicate which side is up? Wait! They are placed above a depression! Oh, and the color red... Does it signify to some purpose?

When Rebecca, the great detective, opened the package, she deduced the half-cookies were to commemorate May Day's half-birthday:

Thank you, whoever did that! It was most unexpected and appreciated by all those living here.