We packed up everything in the apartment. Then we drove 32 hours across the country.
We got to Vegas with a truckload of stuff that we're going to have to throw away.
We had to bring the apartment stuff when we left. 
The garbage was blocked up at the apartments when we left. That seems to happen a lot in high rises.
The truck was the only place we could put our junk.
Every room in this house is already full.
The room I wanted to use is now occupied.
So now, we have a truck load of stuff, and no place to sort it out.
During this next to sleepless week, I just didn't consider that.
I guess I kind of freaked out when I got here.
The master bathroom is out of commission, the heat wasn't working, and the car was dirty.
Sonny thought we wouldn't be coming until next week, so the place was a mess.
I would have warned him again,
but our cell phones couldn't find service anywhere on the trip.
I have been in EMERGENCY MODE!!!
We only have a couple of days, and they are full days!
I got hired Tuesday. This is the first Monday after Thanksgiving.
My credit card was denied access from over activity.
We leave Thursday morning for another 20 hour drive.
I'm tired, so tired, and I just got over the flu.
Today, I guess I have to do business.
I have to unpack the truck, throw away half of it,
and find what I need for the next few days out of it.
And on top of that, I'm going to have to throw stuff away from this house too.
I need to get a $1,000,000 general liability policy
or not even go to Seattle.
Then I need to talk to my accountant,
and get all the papers I need to run a corp from a hotel room.
This all seems like too much.
But if I have to sacrifice my sleep and sanity,
I'll do it, just to get through this week.
I just have to be methodical and organized.
I will get through this.
I guess the moral of this story is.
Be careful what you wish for, you just might just get it.
I wanted a full and exciting life, and I've got it.

We saw Preacher Scott at the parade.
He's also our security guard at the door of Kentucky Towers.
There was a chemistry between Scott, Peter, and Susan.
One that I may never understand. They are so different, and so alike.
Becky and I have just hovered around these three, being part of them as they mixed with people coming in and out of the building. It was so incredible.
Peter's gone now. He's in Michigan.
We're leaving tommorrow. We'll be in Seattle by Friday.
Preacher Scott will be leaving soon. His education will be complete.
The group has broken up.
But for a time, there was something so incredibly powerful, and wonderful about being part of this group.
It is something that I will remember for the rest of my life.
Hopefully, some of these times come through, from the pictures I took.
I can only hope, that documenting these times was the part I was supposed to play.
For all times to come.

BTW - If you guys read this, feel free to reply to it (if you can figure out my coding style).

I got the job in Seattle.

Veterans Day is an American holiday honoring military veterans. Both a federal holiday and a state holiday in all states, it is celebrated on the same day as Armistice Day or Remembrance Day in other parts of the world, falling on November 11, the anniversary of the signing of the Armistice that ended World War I.

I started using the server's time, which was in Eastern USA.
That worked, until we moved back to Vegas.
Then it just looked odd.
So I changed the time stamp to the persons PC/Laptop time.
However, a lot of people don't care about their PC/Laptop times.
So that looked odd, but it was better.
I should take a few minutes though, and put a column called the GMT in the tables, but, I just haven't done it yet.
Then there is the who replied to who thingy
If I write a log to the Louisville Log, it shows up in my log and Louisville's log.
But if you reply to me, it comes up in your log and my log, not Louisville's log.
We should have a meeting about this!
I've been meaning to stop by, but we've just been hanging out around the apartment lately.
We almost walked to your place yesterday, if halfway up the 2nd Street Bridge counts.

This girls voice is no less than BEAUTIFUL! She's a regular Sully's on Thursdays.

So what do you think? Does is bad? Is it good? what What WHAT!!! lol

Now, if you hover over a New Logs entry, it will come up under the Stories area.
Let me know if it doesn't work in your browser.

Saying goodbye to Peter is a sad thing. 
I think he's been at Kentucky Towers for 13 years.
From the very beginning, he'd been the one who would hang out with us in the rain, greeting people as they came and left.
Peter enjoys everyone he meets, and everyone enjoys his humor and wit.
And he knows EVERYBODY at TGIF's on 4th Street.
He's a computer consultant, like me, working and taking time off.
But I guess all things must come to an end.
He's settling down in Michigan, and taking a full time job.
It's a 5 hour drive from here to there, so we won't be seeing much of him.
Kentucky Towers and TGIF's won't be the same without him.
We will all miss you Peter.
You will always be my friend. 

You work. You make good money.
Your contract ends. You wait.
You wonder if you'll ever work again.
It takes a level of faith to do what I do.
What happens if the phone doesn't ring, or if I don't get that email for my next contract?
This is the second time I've ventured out-of-state for a contract.
I don't know where I'll be working next.
I don't how much I'll be making.
Being in between is awkward.
I could never do this if I was alone.
But there are benefits.
You get plenty of time off.
You get to see new places.
You get to make new friends.
The sad thing is, you are in a world all of your own.
Few people understand what its like, not being attached to a job.

We offered him vinegar ice water and beer.
It was a small offering. He drank it all.
It was nice that he came to us.
I was amazed.
We haven't told many people where we live. We go out a lot.
Jesse is a popular guy. He's got an excellent personality.
Anyway, he hung out and watched a movie with us, while soaking his hand in beer.
And then he mozied off to his 7th floor apartment.

He's doing well. He's programming in C#, and doing web programming.
They only worry about IE and FireFox, which is a relief.
All I test for on this website IE, Firefox, and now, Safari. Netscape is just too rough to code for.
Anyway, Tony's found the Lord, and quit drinking, which is cool.
I believe whatever leads you to doing the right thing in life, is the right thing to follow.
So, he's doing GREAT! He sounds GREAT! He is GREAT!
And I am glad I called my old friend.

My site goes up and down.
Insight (the internet) goes up and down.
AT&T goes up and down.
And I took a shower with no hot water again.
My IPhone shows me 5 bars even when it isn't even working.
I just found out my cell phone hasn't worked since Tuesday.
So, I actually did get called for an interview today. :(
I rescheduled for tommorrow at 5pm.

We had a wonderful one hour interview.
As it turns out, PAULA works for them !
Small world, huh?

What kind of street does a ghost like best?
A dead end.
What did the papa ghost say to the baby ghost?
Fasten your sheet belt.
How do ghosts fly from one place to another?
By scareplane.
What directions did the ghost give the goblin?
"Make a fright turn at the corner."
What kind of ghost haunts a hen house?
A poultry-geist.
Why do ghosts go to baseball games?
Because they like to boo the umpire.
What should you say when you meet a ghost?
"How do you boo, sir. How do you boo."
What did the mother ghost say to the baby ghost?
Put your shocks and boos on.
What do you call a ghost in a torn sheet?
A holy terror.
What tops off a ghost's sundae?
Whipped Scream
Why did the baby ghost go to the doctor before halloween?
To get a BOOster shot.
When do ghosts usually appear?
Just before someone screams.
What do little ghosts drink?
Evaporated milk.
How do you make a milkshake?
You sneak up behind a glass of milk and yell "Boo!"
Why is a ghost such a messy eater?
Because he's always a goblin.
Why do ghosts like to ride elevators?
It raises their spirits.
Why did the game warden arrest the ghost?
He didn't have a haunting license.