Woody Cavenaugh

If you were looking for this blog you might have noticed that it disappeared for a short time. New Server, why not some new DNS. Hats off again to the blog admin and the server admin. Friday I noticed that comments were broken and it took some time to make that even start to work right. As of now, comments work, they just aren't as pretty as one might like.

Two shorts. Every morning, as we are leaving the dirt on the way to work right at the end of the pavement is the bus stop for our whole area. At this bus stop there are of course a whole bunch of kids waiting for the bus each morning. Each morning I wave at them, most days most kids wave back. One girl glares hatefully at us. I swear on all that is buena, I will continue to wave at that little brat until she waves back. Or, if I am feeling particularly nasty, I will roll down my window and say "Hi There!". She will either say "hi" back or she'll tell me something colorful that would make her mamma blush, tune in and see...

This morning at 8:15 I snag the last parking spot on campus. As I was getting out of my car someone stops by me and says, "Are you leaving?"
Am I leaving? Its 8:15 in the morning and I am a half mile from my office. I so wanted to say, "Yes I am leaving, godfreakinzilla ate the entire cafeteria building and stomped mossman flat, school is cancelled you nimrod!"

Instead I said, "No, I am not leaving."

I really need to rip into the occasional commuter.