August, 2004


I have a miserable cold this week. I wonder about the etymology of “cold” (as an illness). I always seem to get them in the Spring or Summer, so the cold part doesn’t really make any sense…

Well, I just looked cold up in the etymology dictionary and discovered that the phrase cold (as in, to have a cold, to be sick) originated in 1537 and is based on the idea that the symptoms you have when you’re sick are the same symptoms you get when you go outside in cold weather–i.e., runny nose, hurting ears, dry skin, etc. Very interesting, no?!

Danger: Tinted Windows

flowers.jpgThe funnniest thing happened to me as I was leaving work this morning (at 5:30 AM). Part of my pilgrimage from restaurant to shuttle bus involves walking down this long fancy hall. (I say fancy because there are ancient-Italian-looking gas light fixtures, marble columns, famous works of art, classical mood music and security guards–it has a fancy aura about it). Anyways, one side of this long hallway is lined with tinted windows. I realized this morning that I have never really looked out these windows. (I’m convinced these windows are here to enforce the Las Vegas Time Zone; read: there is no time/it doesn’t matter what time it is, so you should continue to party and commit sinful acts indefinitely). Feeling curious, I decided to take a peek.

I walked over, chugging down water in a vain attempt to rehydrate after eight hours in the bakeshop, and CRASHED right into the window. Like, seriously crashed. Maybe it was all the flour on my eyelashes that distorted my vision, or the powdered sugar clogging my sinuses that clouded my depth perception…all I know is I snorted about a liter of water up my nose, and got thoroughly wet.

I’m sure the security guards were just waiting for me to turn the corner so they could whoop it up. (Although, I was pretty suave and waited until I got into the elevator before laughing hysterically, so maybe they didn’t notice… ). Ahem.

We have the most beautiful sunrises here in Las Vegas. The one this morning was absolutely gorgeous. I ran the quarter mile to the golf course (on the other side of our complex), and even hurdled the super swank pool to try and get a photo in time, but alas. I think you just have to see them in person. (I guess that means you all have to come visit!!! Hint, hint!)


Cindy and I went to play mini-golf a few nights ago! Woohoo. We realize that it is a totally high school thing to do, but we were both pretty sick of all the adult things to do around here, so we decided to mix it up. It was a great time too! The place we went to had a special deal, so we got to play three rounds of golf, zoom around on the go-carts, take a spin on the bumper boats, and hit some balls in the batting cages! It was quite the adventure.



Thank you to the “handyman” who FINALLY came to fix my toilet yesterday (it’s been flooding from the tank for the past two weeks…). It doesn’t leak anymore, which is good, but it does make loud watery noises at random intervals. It’s great. I am thankful that my floor isn’t covered in water, but couldn’t they make it be a quiet toilet too? Apparently having a super-carpenter-fix-everything-right-the-first-time-Dad has spoiled me for life.

Speaking of toilets, I need to flush this bad attitude right down the tubes. I’ve been in a horrible mood ever since returning from Upstate NY, and frankly am quite sick of it. I’m going to go check out a new library today and take in an exhibit or two. Maybe that will cheer me up!

Just Say No

After receiving several insinuating comments about my drinking habits, I would like to clear up what appears to be a common(ish) misconception: I am not overly reliant on the hard spirits. Although the photographs on Hotshots may suggest otherwise (every third page does seem to document some drinking binge or another), you will be happy to know that I have turned down an abundance of drinking invitations this week. In fact, I refused a total of seven invitations in the past four days! So as this pronounced reclusiveness clearly demonstrates, I am acutally a dogged hermit, and not an inebriated drunkard at all.

I would like to invite you doubting Thomasinas out there to investigate the non-liquor related activities that I’ve documented here on; exciting events such as planting a water garden, bowling, exploring different cultures, and taking exciting trips to ancient “burial” grounds.

I hope this clears up once and for all any misunderstandings…Thank you!

Mini-Vaca to The Homestead

chipper.jpgMy trip home this past weekend was the best vacation I’ve had in my entire life. It was so therapeutic to be with people I know (and love) and with people who know (and love) me!! It was extremely difficult to come back to this lonely, torrid heat trap, but here I am, surviving just fine. I’ll post the pictures later this week.

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