(Gasp!) Coffee!!

I am so sleepy.
Last night was one of those nights that made me wish (yet again) that I was one of those people that could stay up for 3 days straight on five hours of sleep.
But, sadly, I am not one of those people.
I need at least 8 hours to feel like I'm alert and perky.
Seven is the optimum minimum for me.
Six is really stretching it.
Five is a joke.
How much sleep did I get last night?
About four hours worth I think.
Man, oh, man, I am tired.
I need to drink about a gallon of coffee so my eyes will open and I can *attempt* to start my accounting homework.
Is there a way to condition oneself to run on less sleep and still feel like a "normal" person and not a zombie?
Please tell me.
There's too many things to do at night that I can't stay up for because I have to sleep!
Or maybe that's just how I'm supposed to be.
Maybe I'm supposed to be one of those folks that does great things during the daytime for the rest of their life and pays for it by having to sleep all night every night.
Hmmm......
But I'm not artsy.
I have no great talent.
There's nothing special about me and my life.
Why am I destined to be required to fulfill my 8 hours every night from now til the end?
What's the reason?

Finale!

I have finished cutting the dog's hair!

She is a true work of art.

You definitely need an abstract view on things in order to appreciate her new hairdo.

Do you know how hard it is to take a picture of a moving dog that hates having her picture made?

Big, poofy head.

Little skinny body.

But, seriously, its not that bad.

She doesn't look that bad, does she?

Someone's been shearin' sheep.

Lots of sheep shearin'.

Lots of, lots of sheep hair.

Er......wool.

Or not.

Before.

After.

First time I've ever cut her hair myself.

I'm not finished though.

Her legs and face are still fuzzy but her back and neck is pretty much the same length.

She acted really good throughout the whole process.

I was surprised.

Don't Eat It!

This is probably not safe to eat but, it sure photographs well.

Kinda cute.

"Something as small as a flea can be the biggest problem in the world if it's where you can't quite reach it."

------The Marine

One Of My Favorites......

I don't take good pictures.
Rarely, ever do I take good pictures.
This picture was taken last October on a charter bus headed back to Mississippi from Orlando.
I had just woken up moments before and was enjoyed a cramped stretch when my paparazzi-style instructor (he calls it "pots-a-razzi") got all snap happy on me.
I like it.
Its cute.
Its me.

7-30-07

Last year on the first anniversary of my grandmother's death I went to her grave.
This year I went to visit Boots.
Didn't go to her grave.
Didn't talk about her to anybody.
Never mentioned her the whole day.
But I thought about her the whole day.
Shortly before my grandpa got married I decided that there was no use in me being sad anymore.
Being sad wasn't going to bring her back.
Nothing will.
I don't cry about her anymore.
I don't go visit her grave anymore.
She's not there.
She's in my head.
In my head, she'll never die.
Even though she did die, I will remember her until I can't remember her anymore, because she's in my head.
I loved her.
I still love her but its not the same kind of love.
I think about her all the time.