Rest In Peace

It was one year today.

(No) Safety in Numbers

Number 1 Son got to attend TeenPact last Friday, so I took a day off work and accompanied him. They held it in one of the committee rooms in the Capital Annex, so we had to go through security.

If you can call it Security at all. Everyone I saw was setting off metal detectors, and no one looked. I had my laptop backpack on, and no one even cared to look. I could have left my backpack anywhere in the place, and no one would have cared a bit. Anyone who was armed could have shot their way through the security and been on the floor of either House in a matter of moments.

I'm really glad no one has felt the need to attack Kentucky's State Government, because it would be easy to do.

How can Albany be beating UConn? -- Maybe not

I thought UK was playing at 8:15, so I turned on the UConn-Albany game. It's 11:59, and the only reason UConn is only 10 down is that they are fouling left and right. They can't even make their free throws.

I don't know if UConn will win or not, but Albany deserves to win.

-- Update: OK, UConn won, but they sure didn't deserve to do so.

Hope it continues

Yesterday, Number 1 Son went with me to Casey County in the morning to pick up the 1/2 of a beef that my dad had had packed for us. He wouldn't say it directly, but my whole family has been a bit disturbed by my habit of falling asleep when driving tired (imagine that...). I think he was afraid I'd be too tired to drive straight.

Milady wasn't happy for the two of us to head out at 6:30 AM, but out we went. We had to drive by my parents' house to get a second copy of the map to the packing house, then head most of the way in Liberty. When we got to my parents' house, Number 1 Son insisted on calling Milady and telling her we were there. Then he did it again when we got to the packing house.

"Son, why did you call Mom?"

"She was really worried about us, so I wanted to make sure I called."

"She wasn't really that worried."

"Yes, she was, Dad, so I wanted to call."

As Milady said, we can only hope that he keeps this up when he's 16 and out with friends....

What I've been doing

Milady's niece is having a wedding, and my sister-in-law was throwing me dirty looks. It seems I was overdue a trim-down. I called it my Taliban look:

(the color's not right, the picture went dark, so I had to gamma correct the living daylights out of it)

Now I've got a beard that approaches respectable:

I ended up cleaning some 3 inch hairs out of the sink once I was done trimming my beard.

Fortunately, I'm still one of those long-hair freaky people: