My Commute as a Gift..........

The thought just hit me the other day. I've been driving this 65 miles each way every work day for the past nine years. I tell people I love my job but that the commute is a b****. It takes ol' George a while to wake up and smell the coffee. It finally occurs to me that, contrary to what I've programmed myself to tell people (yes, I am a people pleaser and tell them things I think they want to hear) the time I get to spend in the car each day is a blessing from God.
Wisconsin, as you may not know, has this wonderful Four Seasons thing going for it. Fall is one of the most beautiful of the Four. I find myself stopping more often to take pictures of the sights I see. I stopped at the Lax Chapel (at least that's my guess as to what it should be called cuz it's on Lax Chapel Road and it's the only chapel on that stretch of asphalt) this morning and attempted to take a picture with our Canon digital camera. When I pressed the power button, the lens popped out but the display did not light up. I guess the batteries must be too weak. So I snapped a couple pictures with my Treo 650. I never realized how handy it would be to have a camera/phone/mp3player/palm pilot. Oh, I WUV you little Treo 650!!

Since I'm sitting at the help desk working for the Man, St. Norbert that is, I can't post the pictures right now. Maybe I'll edit them into this post later. Then I'll have to edit out this text. Oh gosh, what a waste this is.

Hi. I'm back. Work interrupted me. Imagine that. I have a headache. Lucky I remembered to fill the little ibuprophen bottle in my portable pharmacy from the huge bottle (Liz: Why did you buy such a huge bottle?)

Hey, I finally got ahold of the Lake Wissota Inn and made a reservation for Dec. 24 and 25. Hope Big Al has his Santa suit out of mothballs.

Oh boy, in 20 minutes, I'm no longer the Help Desk Guy. I won't be the Help Desk George either. (One of my colleagues is named Guy and people constantly confuse the two of us.) They call me Guy. I don't know if they call him George.

Guess I'll wrap this up now. I have to go install Thunderbird email for Nick Humphreys after my shift. His wife's login ID here at the college is humpme. Now if that doesn't at least cause a slight grin, YOU NEED TO LIGHTEN UP!!

Ciao, Babies!!