Done at HIGH noon

I was done with work at noon.

That means I get to finish everything that I need & have been requested to do today.

oh yeah, IT’S NAP TIME.

Twitter Updates for 2011-12-17

365 Days Ago

Good Morning & Happy Saturday.

One Year AGO, today I graduated from University of Nebraska Omaha. That was a GREAT day, I was SO happy & proud to stand there & be introduced to the world. Thank YOU to everyone at UNO & in Omaha who helped me get there. IĀ appreciateĀ it everyday.

Today is Saturday 12/17/V3.2 & it will be a GREAT day. Up at 06.00 & making breakfast right now. The sun will rise at 07.44. I’m making breakfast, probably some bacon. No eggs, I used 2 of the last 3 for the panny cakes. I’ll also add some milk & juice to that deliciousness.

I’m due to head into work today at 08.30 & then there is a game night at 18.00. I’ve also been asked if I’m heading into Crescent Moon tonight, I told her that it depended on if I was in the office or out in the field. I currently don’t know which one I am, as I had the day off yesterday. YipEee, I got a nap in & EVERYTHING!

What are you doing for the last day of the week? There is lot to do, you could come to game night, if you’re in your 20’s or 30’s. I don’t even have to know you. IF I go to Karaoke, you could come with me. I don’t have to know you yet, but I’d like to meet you.

What else happened this week, that I’m willing to share with the world that I haven’t yet.

On Thursday I meet (3) some English Maftiffs. I’ve decided that we will be getting one of these. This is OF COURSE if you like dogs, & that’ll you’ll marry me.

The word of the day is procellous which is Stormy, as the sea.

Quotes from the World for Saturday 12/17/MMXI

My own opinion is that [love] is felt most completely in marriage, or some comparable attachment of long duration. Love takes time. What are called “love affairs” may afford a wide, and in retrospect, illuminating variety of emotions; not only fierce satisfactions and swooning delights, but the horrors of jealousy and the desperation of parting attend them; the hangover from one of these emotional riots may be long and dreadful. But rarely have the pleasures of love an opportunity to manifest themselves in such riots of passion. Love affairs are for emotional sprinters; the pleasures of love are for the emotional marathoners

Robertson Davies
Robertson Davies (b. 1913), Canadian novelist, journalist. “The Pleasures of Love,” The Enthusiasms of Robertson Davies, Viking (1961).