Go Raibh Aguibh!

I might have spelled that last one wrong. I'm waiting for the coffee to be done and my spelling is off.
Anyway, just wanted to toss out a big shout out for all of the veterans, future veterans and pretty much anyone else that puts their ass on the line for Us.

And gives me a day off.

I'm spending the day, or at least most of it, in the library. Lots of studying to do. I'm happily riding a 4.0 with two tests left. I plan on carrying that all the way to the end.

Is anyone else making Xmas gifts on the sly? I have got two scarves to make and it's getting insane trying to knit on the side. I'm not going to make it, I fear. Or, even worse, I'll make one and not get the other one done.

Spent last night texting with a drunk engineer on another person's phone. That was hysterically funny. "Three goats and a chicken then unleash my inner beast...." I didn't ask for details, but I'm sure an inner beast of an engineer is something Muppet-like.

First Friday Dancing

It was a good night. Lots of people showed up and the girls (as seen above) were dancing their
little feet off. Not all in the same step (ditto) but they had a blast and got to be out
there to hear the applause.
Next time I'll try to get more photos. I was kind of stuck behind the coffee bar.

Rambling

It's been a weird week. I'm almost done with the first half of the big sewer project and of course, the end of it is a lot like Christmas shopping on Dec. 24th. We're all running around the neighborhoods trying to get everything done in time.

Luckily, Hidalgo is back on the job with Cougar Bait. Makes for a fun day of Cheech and Chong quotes, but, very long. I'm tired and it's all I can do not to tell the kids it's bedtime (6:04 pm) and go to sleep.
Still working on the overseas grad school. I gave my boss a semi-heads up. Mainly I told him that I'm going to apply and if I get accepted, I'm going to "retire". (Which means that I'm going to beg, borrow, and whine to get accepted. And then I'm applying for everything - scholarships, teaching assistantships, etc). I haven't mentioned it to many others. I have no idea when or how to tell Hottie Engineer With a Bug Up His Ass. He may not even notice until he needs something. Who knows.

And then I'll be changing the name of the blog. Keep the same address, I think, but considering that I won't be excavating, engineering or being witchy anymore, it won't make sense.


The girls are irish dancing friday night at the local celtic shop. I'll try to get some sort of video of it. It slays me. I start hysterically laughing and then the camera shakes. Not good at all. But they are really really fun.

And what else? Still rockin' the Latin. I got another deaf contractor and he's really good with ASL so I need to get caught up.