Good Morning, Texas!

Er...yeah.

So. Head cold is mostly gone. Had a very slight cough this morning, and some left side drippys, but my Weekend Of Sitting, Drooling, and Fueling seems to have done the trick.

And yes, I grilled the steak. It was delicious, and I didn't mess it up. Nice and tender (I soaked it in worstershire sauce and seasoned meat tenderizer for an hour first). The only downside was that I cooked it too long (the grill I'm used to using took twice as long), so no rare steak this time around. That's all right though, because medium rare is a decent substitute.

Thanks to constant snacking, inluding a couple of late-night deli-meat raids, I didn't lose any weight. The good news is that I didn't gain any, either.

Bought a large keyboard for when I use the laptop at the desk, and a bouncy thing* for when swimming/walking is not an option. Like, you know, when it rains or snows or something.

And found out what that extra money is going to go for this morning. Because when I got to work, I noticed a slight list in the car.

Yep...tire going flat on the right rear.

Good news? Engineering will pump me up when it's time to go home. Bad news? Still need to get me to a tire shop and fixeth the tire.

I'm hoping it's something simple, like a nail. I know someplace that can fix that easy, and for $15. Replacement tire would be a bummer.

*('Bouncy thing', as in a mini-trampoline)

Okay...

Need an opinion from some folks who would have a better idea than me at this point of what to charge for a piece of art.

I know at least three of you have seen my dragon print that I did way back in 1991 (Clue, you were there when I inked the little bugger in Carol's Texas apt.).

I have a trucker friend who's interested in buying a print of it to take to a friend as a tattoo pattern. I know he's the type to keep his word when he says he'll destroy the print once the tattoo is on, and not leave a copy for the tattoist to reuse.

Question is...how much should I charge him for the print? And...any other thoughts from the art-selling savvy amoungst you?

Oh god, it's her ego again...

I did this several months ago and wound up with a bunch of old men as matches. ^^;

Did it again today. I think I like this result MUCH better...

( Celebrity face matches )

On my other recent pic, look who I netted...

( Think I could get away with dating Richie? )

...I wonder who I'll look like when I lose more weight?

Frankenfood...

Proof that I am entirely too much my father's daughter (as in I got the bachelor gene, apparently...)

( So, what do you do when your peppers and deli meat are near their end... )

The last spammy thing from me tonight...

And I'll let your poor flists rest.

So, along with the resident anole, I apparently have earned a resident jumping spider. I was informed of this great event when the little guy came springing out of the depths of one of my computer desk shelves and landed on the CD rack...and then the printer-scanner...and then one of the speakers...and...well you get the idea.

Now, normally, a spider in the house (especially one that has the termidity to jump at me) is either due for a rude eviction, or, sadly, if there is no cooperation from said arachnid, a quick, apology-filled death. They bite, you see. It's Texas.

But...this was a little itty bitty tiny guy, all black with turqouise tipped mandibles and legs and eyes.

And he was cute.

And, okay, he looked like the jumping spiders I played with back in New Jersey way back when...where we would wave and scuttle at each other and...

Okay. You'd have to get jumping spiders to understand.

Anyhow, so I watched the little guy until he finally scuttled off out of sight, and was happy do to so. I like the jumpers. And he won't bite (me, at least), and I have fruit gnats from the bananas...and I know he'll catch and eat those.

So, now, I have a spider.

I wonder what I should name him?