Wherein Some Things Are Revealed

Now that I've written that title I'm kind of reconsidering revealing anything. Not that anyone reads this anymore. Hello? Anybody out there? See? Nobody reads this. Makes me wonder why I even bother to remember the password. No matter, it's a place to record my rather odd thoughts and observations for future consideration. Take the Crazy Irish Girl entry for instance: that actual occurrence was really strange and uncomfortable when it was happening, but now it's downright hilarious. Of course, that feeling was somewhat tempered when I thought I saw Crazy Irish Girl at the mall a few weeks ago. I really hate malls. I can rarely find what I'm looking for, unless that something is a cigar or video game, and I end up spending money because I don't want the trip to be a total waste.

Now let's see...revelations...um, well I ended up getting that job for the County and I've been happily working with the survey crew for over two months. Most of the time I don't do any actual surveying because there's a lot of drafting work to be done to get all the various jobs prepped and completed. Even at the lowest levels of engineering in our office (meaning me and the four surveyors) I see how engineering principles are used. I've never really liked the thought of working with buildings and bridges so I kind of wrote off civil engineering as a career, but now that I've had a chance to see what it can be about I'm a little more interested in the field.

What elks? Hmm... didja catch that awesome typo? Yeah, I know. Elks are so cool. Anyway. Ahem. I went to a showing of a local production of "Kiss Me Kate".
You have to promise never to tell anyone, but I love musicals. Except for West Side Story. That's a tale for another day though. Anyway, I love musicals. Especially "Spamalot". I saw it in Chicago with my esteemed cousin Mikie, he who is graced with lower than average social skills. The whole point of going to see "Kiss Me Kate" is that Miss Taylor asked me, or rather told me, to see it because she was a member of the chorus. Miss Taylor is somewhat of an enigma to me, but I think that issue can wait until another post. In the mean time, my bed calls to me. And it's long distance, so the bloody call is getting expensive.