Visual Potpourri

I'm always snapping pictures, everyone who knows me knows that.  Half the time, I'm snapping shots of something so ridiculous it has to be blogged about.  To wit:

 Half a bottle of Crest Pro Health that was on the shelf at the local ARC thrift store:  retarded, indeed.
But I feel so much better that it's taped up, you know?  So nobody can tamper with it.

This picture is in one of the booths at the antique mall where we have our booth.
I think this indian looks like Johnny Cash.
Anyone??

Our girls, never normal for a picture.

At my former place of work, some ass-clown took all of the good stuff out of the vending machines and replaced it all with eco-friendly, gluten-free, good-for-you hooey.

Really????????????  The one source of edibles in the middle of the night there, and they took them all away??  Glad that now I work in a beautiful facility with a full cafeteria available for a couple hours a night.

And sometimes, I take pics (or people send them to me, if I'm not there) because I find the subject matter

Hard to believe (she got these flannel pants for her 3rd birthday)

awesome (as anybody who has ever ridden the Monorail with me and Brian will understand)

 touching (an edible portrait of me from the "we'll miss you Erica" cake my co-workers had for me on my last night at the old joint

Impressive (Scott, speaking to a bunch of fifth graders about Civil War uniforms and field equipment)

And that's about all I've got tonight, besides a nasty flu bug I picked up from one of several cute little stinkers I took care of this week.

Please, everybody, send a positive thought in the direction of Tucson, where tomorrow morning my grandpa goes under the knife to remove a big pituitary tumor.  His neurosurgeon is the same one that operated on Congresswoman Giffords' head, so he must know what he's doing... I love you Grandpa.

more tomorrow. i'm going to bed.