Best. Photoshop. Ever.

I just wish it was bigger. Image courtesy of www.deadspin.com.

Brief convo

Conversation with Nick on our way home from church Saturday...

Nick: "Dad, if I'm good, will you take me to the movies?"

Me: "Sure, Nick. Just when do you think you'll be good?"

N: "I don't know. Maybe Monday."

Me: "Monday? Why not tomorrow?"

N: (Anticipating seeing his cousins on his weekly Sunday trip to Grandma's) "Well, you know how I get when I see my cousins."

The M.R.S. and I exchange that's-your-son looks.

8/8/07

Me & my olive plants.

Oh how I have missed thee, Blogger

One of my wife’s relatives is a former U.S. Marshal, and still maintains a lot of government contacts, particularly in the Federal Law Enforcement arena. He was home over the weekend, and we got to talkin’ about what I do, which led to him strongly encouraging me to apply for a forensic chemistry job with a federal agency (I don’t want to say which agency). He has some contacts with the directors of some of the laboratories and that could be the foot-in-the-door I need. I don’t think I’m quite ready for that yet, but I’m filing that reference away for possible future use. From what I hear, Fed jobs have great benefits. Is increasing concern about benefits a sign of aging?

After a wonderful post-fast meal prepared by a certain awkward-hipped young man in our congregation (along with help from the girls Burdette), me and the fam were leisurely driving home and decided to take the scenic route home (Hwy 93 instead of 123) when I was stopped by those who protect and serve; Liberty, South Carolina’s finest. At 12:15 a.m. Fifteen minutes after my driver’s license expired. Going 47 in a 35. The officers were quite polite, and let me go with a warning. Prayer works.

The driver’s license situation was rectified as soon as the DMV opened up this morning.

8/5/07