why? I don’t know i have a friend in CA that i am always asking the most naive -est of American, republican, southern of questions of. “Hey Christine, don’t you just laugh when you hear the American dad theme song?” Jeez Louise, i mean think Daine, of course she doesn’t she is in Canada.

Josh and i left the country but not far enough. i mean the only way we knew we were really out of the US and into Canada on our trip is they have some different rules and let private land owners live in or on some of the small islands in the boundary waters, or they would call that Quetico Provincial Park. We were lost and had paddled too far and we could have been shot on site but ok whatever. the one island we saw had more “no trespassing” “doughnut-ent-ry” signs than it did anything else. my point is i feel the need to get out of the USA for a second. even if it is just to one of our un-taxed outlying islands that i don’t need a passport to go to but that are way too Caribbean and trade able for something we want in exchange for oil. I need to get out and see people driving crazy. and that might just be it. i need to see different ethnic groups driving like maniacs. Maybe i should just go to Houston or a quick hop down to the border. This might be all the perspective straitening i need.
I watched my show last night, Anthony Bourdain’s No reservations, and he went to Saudi Arabia. Ok i would so go there and get myself all suited up in the normal mens garb. I should; I should get one to wear around town with my Mexi-Melt in her strappy tank tops. ha Ham sandwich in a Synagogue. Ha ha and that is even funnier in light of the context. it left me wanting to eat lamb and rice and hummus!

Ok I am serious folks, I am loving these CROCS. I am wearing them so much I am going to become known in the office as “the guy who wears rubber clogs”. Oh what the heck. They are starting to make a weird noise when I wear them w/o socks.

I took Karina it the INS place where she was fingerprinted yesterday in San Antonio.

That took forever. USA-USA-USA-USA. It is hard to be patriotic when government offices are so inefficient.

We went after to all the little missions in SA. The Alamo is only one of them you know. Probably the most well preserved. The rest of the missions there are still used as churches. It is sweet. The furthest one south was super small and built like in the 1750s. There were candles lit in little red glass vases, and the interior was so diminutive that the little stand of candles lit the complete end of the church with a reverent feeling red glow.

Ok I maybe getting old but I saw a PBS show that I thought was so moving, it was called Walking the Bible. It was so good. I was expecting something more of discrediting nature on Public TV but no. What I got in stead was a warm fuzzy.

Ok the woman I work with is a Nut case I have said this before. So, she is a bigger woman and I do not mean heavy set. Well yes, heavy set plus tall, 5-9ish. So, she found some aqua blue corduroy pants that fit her great everywhere except for they were about 5 inches too short. I suggested she Hem them into Capri’s, as they are a light cotton fine wale cord. “No” she said “I am going to buy some pretty fringe to put on the bottom to make them long enough.” Well that is not going to look right at all I told her but what ever they are after al your pants and you have to wear them right?” So today, she came in again wearing these pants but now they are lengthened with Black Satin. Oh yes friends black satin on the aqua cords. Now that is Classy. The outfit is complete with cowboy boots, a black leather jacket and a nice wool Tam Hat with an Aqua ribbon tied around the edge of the hat for coordinating effect. It is classic and if I could come up with a reason for a picture I would show you. I live with this woman 8 hours or more a day, so I have to be nice. And I am sure Jesus would want me to be nice to her too. But my lord, she is a freak.