When it rains... it floods.

It's a mess in Houston today. Rain. Rain. Rain. Let's not even talk about the flooded streets. At least it made for a quiet day at work. I'm getting a few things out of the way. Finally.

I can't, however, get passed thoughts of old movies, my bed, my 27 pillows, and a blanket. Isn't that what you're supposed to do on rainy days? I wonder if I could find a mood or behavior study that would pay me to do that on days like this.

The up side of all this rain... It will ALL be crisp and green come this weekend. That means, lots and lots of pictures. Maybe I'll finally make it to Bayou Bend, check that out and get lost in all the gardens. There's a thought.

I'm off now. I didn't say it would be interesting.

About this shot: Column from Houston's City Hall.

Now you want me to work?!

I got a promotion. I'm psyched about it, not as excited about doing real work. What's wrong with wanting to get money for just showing up? Nothing, I say.

Honestly, though, I'm really really really happy about this new opportunity. I'm going to do some training, and trying to fix people's problems and shit. I'm like a real grown up now; at least, I think that's the plan. But what they don't know, won't hurt them.

I'm having to interview people to find a replacement for my previous position... ARE YOU FOR REAL? who could EVER replace MOI?! I'm unique. I'm special. I don't do shit! You want me to find someone else to do that? It's not that I don't do anything. It's just that I'm so damn good at doing what I do, it seems effortless. I can do it with my eyes closed. *Insert big gagging sound here*. Sigh.

In any case, I'm sorta nervous about my new responsibilities. I'm thinking that's a good thing, keeps you on your toes. Will keep you posted.

About this shot: Obelisk, outside the Menil Gallery ~ Houston, TX

Yes. It's me.

Dear Blog,

Please forgive me for ignoring you for so long. You see, it's not you. It's me. I can't seem to keep my word. Don't take it personally, though, I do it to everyone and about everything. I lack the consistent gene; apparently, I started on my way to the Consistent and Responsible Gene Office that morning when I was a 6 month old fetus, but I probably got distracted by some pretty bauble my mommy was trying on, or some Cheetos she was eating. I can't say no to orange foods, you see.

I've been thinking about you; maybe not every minute, or every hour, ok, probably not every day, but sometimes I did. I'm just too much of a lazy bum to reach out and touch you. You deserve someone better. Someone who will not take you for granted.

But you're stuck with me, buddy. Deal with it!

I may be back later, and if I'm not, then I'll be somewhere else.

About this shot: Eiffel Tower, of course.