Propaganda

There's an article in the NK Hearald about my working place almost every week. The last two weeks Port Gamble's been the front page story. Here's the latest: Signpost up Ahead: Next Stop, Port Gamble Ok, so this particular article was pre-meditated. I sent them a press release. But I still can't believe how much OPG/Port Gamble is in the local news.

It's snowing for the third day in a row. I don't even know what to say.

I'm looking out the window, and we have a lone vendor for Sunday Market. Brave soul. He's on Maintenance Road huddled under a 10 X 10 canopy tent with his stained glass swaying with the cold breeze. Who knows how long he'll last. If I were him, I'd be packed up and home by now.

Joel, Melissa, Rachel, and I made breakfast for dinner last night. French toast (from Chollah bread), sausage, scrambled eggs, mimosas...Just thinking about it makes me happy. It's been weeks since I've hung out with my roommates at home. Unfortunately it was just the three of us because everyone else has been plagued by gastroenteritis...a stomach/intestinal virus that you don't want.

Snow?

I'm in the office way before I was scheduled today. And in lieu of working I put a flickr badge on my blog. I got the idea from Jessie and Robb. I hope they're flattered.

3 minutes

I'm in the credits. That's kinda fun.

Maybe

I've got the hook up. We'll see what Dad says.

Other job duties as assigned

I just got back from a Re-Con mission on the Babcock Farm. We drove as far as we could through this abandoned property (that OPG now owns) complete with old barns and bath tubs scattering the fields, then climbed through a barbed wire fence and kept walking until we found the sign that said "NO TRESPASSING Private Shooting Range." This is what I do for a living :)

God's doing something, I can feel it. But, it's nice when things start to fall into place.

Well, it's raining.

Again. But T-minus 2 hours + 49 minutes and I'll be outta here. My boyfriend is sweet, so I'm going to visit him.