Coming home

Okay - so the conference is over! I can finally breathe. Learned a lot, ate a lot, sat on my fanny in impossible chairs in crowded, smelly rooms. Why do I do this again? Oh, yeah, for the dinero.
Flying home on Friday - back on Monday.

Hope you all missed me. I'll know if you didn't check my blog!

So you all can be jealous ... this is where I will be next week. The hotel is on the next block.

Remember - I will be working all week, learning all kinds of new stuff about our wonderful computer system - as I recall there's a place here that makes the best Margaritas!

Remember to check back - I may actually post something while I'm away.

Graduation

So, if she were actually willing to go to graduation, she would be graduating today.



Of course, I would never have been able to find her in Washington Square.







The last child out of college, but not gainfully employed. Hey, at least one has a job - it doesn't pay much, but she's self supporting.


I think it was worth it --- so what shall I focus on now? Am I suffering from empty nest syndrome? Does anyone know what that is? Does anyone actually have kids who have completely moved out? Somehow, they all have their own apartments, but I still have all the junk. I shall have to take time off from work and clean everything out. But then what do I do? Any ideas?

Gibberish or testing wingdings

This will make no sense at all - It's like a code or somethihing. I can't even tell if I'm mispelling anything. Cool, huh?

Sorry to disappoint - but I did warn you that this would be incredibly boring. I think we should all post in code and try to figure stuff out. Imagine ... a whole new language just for us - what shall we base it on?

Is this necessary?

This will, without a doubt, be the most boring blog every created by anyone with an IQ over 100.

To begin with, I'm just not that interesting. My life is not exciting. I am not jetting down to Rio or over to St. Moritz for the season. I really see no reason for anyone, including myself, to be interested in my opinions or ideas or feelings, etc.

Enough about me.

I think that I shall never see
A blog as boring as this be
A blog with blank pages prest
Against my brain - this is a test
A blog the world looks at all day
And causes me to go astray
A blog that I must write in fear
That all shall think I am so dear
Upon that keyboard do I strain
With diarrhea of the brain
Help me Lord, I beg of thee
But only you can set me free