Monday

Work was work.
I spent the day trying to complete a quarterly report due last Friday. This required a review of my tickler. (my portfolio of loans) I updated the payoffs in the tickler to help me with the report. I went with friends and coworkers Todd and Mark to Cabelas during lunch where
I looked at the fish and the rifles while they purchased ammunition and boots. The fish, I found out, are fed every evening at 6:00 pm and on Fridays and Saturdays at noon and 6:00 pm. I want to go back and watch them feed them.
I worked on the report in the afternoon and submitted it by about 4:00 pm. I also did other misc stuff for my boss and other members. I am working on a helicopter overhaul loan. Boring, tedious and something I don't want do. But I am stuck cleaning up a messy loan from someone else. snooze
Family home evening was a great evening. We had a group mile run for my oldest at the junior high for his pe class. He needed to run and be timed. We then hit the dollar menu at wendys, Dad's treat with a few extra dollars found unexpectedly. Then the meat of the evening was spent as a family canning in the basement. 150 cans of wheat, sugar, rice, flour........ They all pitched in, good attitudes and no fussing. Finished by 9:30pm to get the kids in bed and clean up. Tomorrow, fire line to put them all into the cold storage! yea!!!

I learned lessons this week from my second oldest son and Meridith. They both told me, in their own way, to back off with my typical teasing. I was teasing Meridith about eating many helpings...usual stuff, but she informed me that it was quite annoying. No more teasing Meridith. All grown up and too old for teasing from her older brother. I will put the picture thing to rest once and for all as well. I'm sure that is annoying too. I will try not to tease people anymore. My son thinks that I mock him too. I didn't realise but I probably do tease him too. Not a good week on that front. Or maybe a good revealing week on needed behavior changes.

I rsvp'd to go to a introductory seminar about the Nursing program at Utah Career College for Friday. We will see.

Mowed the lawn on Saturday and burned my head. My head will sure to be peeling by Friday for the seminar. My wife just says to tell them that it is dandruff. That will be much better.

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Life Update

Just finished watching "Bedtime Stories" with the family. One of Adam Sandler's best movies. I enjoyed everything but a few very unwelcome and unneeded flatulance jokes and a gaggle of times where God's name was taken in vain. Oh and the villian was named Sir Butt kiss, a needless addition to an otherwise enjoyable movie.

I am in the process of reading one of my favorite authors, F Paul Wilson. "All the Rage" a Repairman Jack novel. Fantastic as usual.

I have also been intent on growing my facebook farm in Farm Town. So far so good. I have increased the farm in size twice and am growing primarily potatoes, both for value and speed.

I start again tomorrow on a new push to diet and exercise.

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Beginnings – Someone to cry over me: The eggs have broken

(Sequel to “Battered and Beaten: Eggs on the run”)

She pushed my door open slowly, almost timidly. I could see the crimson colored dress through the blurred glass. I didn’t often have unannounced walk-ins and was surprised. Still leaning back, I pushed my ball cap up so that I could get a better view of my first visitor of the week. It seemed to take an hour for that door to swing open sufficiently to reveal the contents of that colorful dress. I waited, in a reclined, lazy, detective with a desk job sort of way, soda can in one hand, two cookies in the other, crumbs on the chin and shirt, sporting my best deer in the headlights expression. Her legs entered first. They rose like my blood pressure until disappearing underneath the swirl of lipstick red cotton pleats. Smooth, toned and golden, like a sculpted masterpiece, they moved, walking towards me like two quivering machines, tightening my shirt collar with every step, her skirt giving a teasing twitch.

As my eyeballs made the Everest like climb up her creamy thighs, my beloved wingtips slipped from the desk and smacked the floor, catapulting me forward. My soda went right, the cookies went left and I slipped off the front, down the slick vinyl, as my chair scooted backwards on rusty squeaky wheels. I landed with a thud on my rear. My arms, still up over my shoulders, clung desperately to the chair’s metal armrests.

I sighed. That was exactly the impression I was hoping to make to those legs! Dropping my eyes from the ceiling, I could look right under the desk. Two, small, perfect feet perched on top of four inch open high heels, stood together in front of the desk. I could see her tiny toes. They were the type that cried to be played with and tickled.

I had lost my hat in my little detective avalanche and now scanned the carpet for it. I found it by my feet, grabbed it, pushed it back down on top of my head, tried to straighten my tie, pulling it tight, and finally, sheepishly, looked up over the horizon of the desk.

She stood about a foot away from the front edge of the desk, at a slight tilt, looking down at me, a long curled, chestnut haired goddess. Her dark eyed gaze made my stomach buckle. Her smile was like dripping honey, so sweet that my teeth hurt. She looked down at me with a quizzical “am I in the right place” expression, her thin, perfectly plucked eyebrows curved downward into sexy little question marks. The dress was short sleeved and dropped in the front to a low v-neck.

I swallowed my embarrassment and, using my best, deep, testosterone laced voice, sputtered.
“And how can I help you?”
I knew that I looked and sounded foolish, peering up from behind my desk, my cap, off centered, pushed down to my ears. But you deal with the hand that you are dealt, so I pressed forward.

Her throaty seductive voice pricked at my libido and caused me to feel even more self-conscious.
“Are you the detective? Ah… a Mr. Jake…ah?”
I smiled. I couldn’t help myself. She had the cutest little wrinkle of the nose when she tried to remember my name. I felt so important.
“Just Jake is fine.” I assured her. “And, yes, I am the detective.” I said, deep voiced, giving it my best Bogart, while struggling to get to my feet, banging my hip on the desk and then smiling through the throb of pain erupting down my leg.

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