This is Her Royal Highness, Queen Annie, Ruler of Every Fucking Thing. Perched on top of one of my $2 bookcases, by my unmade bed.


Jenny, Grandma and Jamie. Jamie, Jenny and Jenny's boyfriend Jason.

Jamie and Jenny
and Jenny with LULU.

My Buddha display in my bedroom. I've had that piece of drift wood for about 10 years. City Hall to the left with the Gazebo and all the flags flying on 4th of July. Annie checking out her domain.
This is a great shot of some Texas clouds by the West Community Complex where we have the Senior Center to the right and behind it is the 3-field Baseball Complex, with new stands, new bathrooms and concession stand.
My $5 fucking shoes. Inky after being told he can only have one beer a day showing off his new mug.


This is what Inky and I do when people tell us shit we don't really care about...Which means "does this look like a face that gives a shit." By the way, Inky isn't really that much of a slob, he just got off work from Wolf's and was dirty and sweaty...

Ok....the work situation...is good..no..it's great..I went in Friday and when he opened the door thought ...'well, here goes nothing.' and said my usual...'good morning'...and he said 'good morning'...so far so good..I noticed that one of the u-boats was already (those things we put stock on that needs to be put out).and said, oh the truck's been here already and he said yes. So I just started putting shit up...about 10 minutes later Michel comes in ready for work...So I'm thinking, here it comes, he's going to fire me and replace me with Michel, who I really like and is a good worker(even if she is a tad slow)...but noooo...it's because(and Tom rushed over to tell me to0, probably knowing what I was thinking) we have to get all the stuff off the truck done in one day instead of the weekend as we have to get all the Halloween and Christmas stuff out by September 8th. (arghghghgghh)...So we busted ass and got it all done by noon. I actually got done with mine and then started condensing the school supply stuff down and did such a good job that I was sweating like a longshoreman..I do not glow, or perspire...I sweat ...and sweat a lot. Tom came over and said go back behind the counter and stand in front of the fan, your face is as red as a tomato and you look like your going to have a stroke and your worrying me...(????...oh yeah?...since when?) So I went and looked in the bathroom mirror and jeez, I looked like shit..I had to dry my hair(soaked like I had stepped out of the shower) with the hand blower dryer..But I stayed till 1:45 and got every thing done..Tom was so nice, and not once did he say one word( I kept dropping the fucking glue sticks) when I would drop anything, which on a daily basis I do about 15 times a day. He actually was complimentary, made small talk, and was'fucking nice to me'....Which is scary in it's ownself..But it was such a difference..I felt like a valued employee, instead of Bozo in the middle ring. So things are good..so far..I'm still not sure he's not going to drop the other shoe and fire me, but so far..so good...Thanks so much for all the sweet and encouraging comments and offers to kick his ass..and a special thanks to Allan(camelsbackandforth) for calling me and checking on me to make sure everything was ok...You're a good man Allan and glad your my friend...Speaking of which, I have to go now, as I'm going to listen to Allan's radio show..He plays such terrific music on his show...go by and check him out and listen to the music...and you can dance and sing along if you'd like....he doesn't mind....have a great weekend..jac