What thee effffen ‘ell is up with this Word Verification thing? Is it just me, or do they seem to be getting longer and longer? I wanted to complain when they were eight characters long and now I’m finding some that are ten! Heck, some of my posts aren’t even that long!
Plus half the time I can’t even read the dang things.

Also, I notice another of my links, the Single Scorpio is gone, too bad, she had a nice template. (I got the hots for women with nice “templates” heee heeee heeeeeee!!!!) I think that if I ever delete my blog, (which I won’t) I’d have to go around and leave a comment, saying goodbye, to everyone on my linklist.
Bye Single Scorpio!

I feel really good. I have a smile on my face that feels permanent, like a dolphins, but unlike a dolphins grin, which doesn’t mean anything, my permagrin is very much indicative of a good mood!
I’m glad it’s Friday, I am so looking forward to the weekend. I doubt there will be any diving, because of the weather, still going on. But it will be good to check out the new beaches that Hurricane Wilma Left for us (or took away). It’s been cloudy so long, my nose has lost it’s nearly permanent sunburn!

I think
Hurricane Wilma was named after Wilma Flintstone, famous actress and supermodel of the ’60’s.

I was going to ride my bicycle into work today, but I decided against it. On the mandatory daily morning dog walk this morning, it was still cloudy and there was lightning. Not to mention windy. This week gasoline was $4.08 a gallon. ($4 CI equals $5 US) I’ve heard that it is now $4.18. I definitely need to start riding instead of driving, but I think I’ll start next week.

On my daily morning dog walk, the breeze was nice and warm, and had a clean, new smell and a soft soothing feeling. The clouds were thin and banded looking and I could see the moon through them. I could hear the waves crashing at the beach, a quarter mile away. If you can hear the waves from my apartment, then it’s pretty rough.
I feel like I’m flying pretty loww ‘n’ level this morning. I don’t feel particularly good or bad. I’d rather not go to work, I think it will be kind of “Monday-ish” because I kinda didn’t work too hard yesterday.

Today I went to work but it was pretty slow so I just walked out of there without saying anything and took some pictures.

This is waves coming up to the road on the South Side of the island. South Sound.

These are waves crashing at the Burger King. I took this on the way home from work in the evening. I had to go move my car while I was taking pictures because a big set came and they were actually hitting my car!

Heres some biggish waves at the cruise ship dock on the south, near Spotts Public Beach. this is usually pretty high out of the water. The ships anchor out and the tenders bring the people ashore when it is too rough in George Town.

I went to bed last night and Wilma was a category 1 hurricane, I woke up and it’s a category 5 with the possiblilty of setting the record for lowest barometric pressure! But the eye is only 2-4 miles across, I guess that’s small. The latest reports say that Wilma shouldn’t be able to maintain strength and should weaken as it picks up forward motion.
That’s your report from your weatherman Mark.

I snooze buttoned it a lot this morning, hence my lateness this morning. I have a feeling my breakfast place will be closed, because they can use a mere category 5 hurricane as an excuse.

Night before last, I had a dream, and in that dream, I got killed. I thought you could never die in a dream and this was the first time I ever recall actuallly getting killed in a dream. There was this monster, it was a dead little girl, she was about 4 feet tall and her arms were about 6 feet long and her hands were huge. She was trying to get me like two people chasing each other around a table, except there was no table. Then finally she got me and she had my head in her hands. She said “I’m so glad I finally got you!” and I could see her face and she looked like she had been dead a long time and dug herself up out of her grave. Then I could feel myself die, starting with my head where she was touhing me and then I could feel my body turn to liquid and fall into the ground.
Then I woke up and got out of bed. It wasn’t really traumatic, because I knew it was a dream, even while I was dreaming. But I thought you couldn’t die in a dream…

I want to do someting creative, like draw a picture or paint a painting or write a story. There is nothing in my life that I do that is creative, that lets me use my imagination. I never make something from nothing.
Every few years, I go out, buy books with titles like; “How To Draw”. I buy sketch pads and pencils. Then I try to draw for several weeks or a month or so, then give up in frustration. But the urge to “do something creative” goes away for a while, but always comes back. I don’t think that drawing is my particular thing, but I feel like there must be something that I’m supposed to be doing.

This morning the sky is very clear, there’s some clouds but in between them the stars are bright an I can see the details of the almost-full moon like I’m wearing my glasses but I’m not. There’s a nice breeze and it looks like a great day!

I notice that on my links on the right, Pandoras Box shows up as not found. Sad. Did she delete her blog? It wasn’t there yesterday, and I thought maybe it’s just a fluke. Now it’s not there today. I read it Friday. I’m starting to suspect the worst. She deleted it.
Here it’s looking like a rainy Monday. Tropical Storm Wilma is moving to our south.
I need to start carrying a piece of paper. All day I get good ideas to write about, I think “That’s a good thing to put on my blog”, but when I sit down here to write about something, my mind goes perfectly blank. If I were to try meditation, I would strive for this level of blank mindedness, and instead I’d have tons of great ideas for writing about here! Meditate to blog, blog to meditate.

I just got back from dropping the OI Girl off at the airport. It just keeps getting better and better. I don’t want to share much about it here, but it’s going really well. I was sad to see her go and drove home real slow.

I appreciate everyone here, reading this and commenting and emailing. I always listen and sometimes heed!

Tomorrow it’s back to work. I have to try to be nicer to my boss.

I’m getting ready to go to the airport to pick up the OI girl. I might not be posting all weekend. But I’m thinking about showing her this, so I might!
Have a good weekend!

Woke up this morning and looked at the clock and it was 5:12. Apparently I accidently shut my alarm off off yesterday. I just woke up anyway. Lucky me.
I’m off tomorrow, the OI Girl gets here in the morning. I am excited!
Last night, on the phone, I was talking to the Fundgirl. Her best friend refers to me now as “The Cheater”. The Fundgirl isn’t mad, nor does she think I’m a cheater, but says she’d probably tell someone in her position the same thing. She said she can see her friends point. She asked me to reverse positions, to put myself in her shoes. Hmmmm. I told her I wanted a relationship, and that I liked her. She said she liked me, but didn’t want a relationship. Nothing has ever happened between us, we’ve never kissed. The fundgirl must have conveyed a different idea to her friend than she conveyed to me, or I’m not looking at it the same way they are.
I met The Fundgirl only two or three weeks before I met the OI girl. I want to keep her as a friend, and I’m not going to fool around on the OI girl.