Sunday, September 30, 2007
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
September 22, 2007

Recycled photos on my computer screen. Sorry - it's raining outside, and I don't want to get soaked.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
September 8, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
September 7, 2007

Relaxing after attending the American Cancer Society event I attended. My on stage interview went really well.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
September 6, 2007

I had some time today after taping my interview for the American Cancer Society (for this voluteer leadership kick off thing), so I went to Ripley's Believe it or Not in Orlando. This is my goofy picture in one of the weird mirrors.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
September 4, 2007

Just a boring photo I took while riding in a golf cart today at the Innisbrook Golf Resort. I'm not staying there . . . just looking at the site for a corporate meeting my company is planning
Monday, September 3, 2007
Sunday, September 2, 2007
Saturday, September 1, 2007
September 1, 2007

I was out walking in the rain this morning contemplating all sorts of crazy things. I have been very down since yesterday worrying about some folks and situations in my life, and I came across this poor, dead squirrel. It made me a bit more depressed . . . and a little curious.
This is the second one I have found in about a month. I have never seen dead squirrels except as road kill, so I am suspicious that kids or some jerk are doing something to them. Of course, we just had a weird virus come through our complex that killed almost all of our ducks. Maybe something is going on now with other animals? I don't know. Anyway, this little guys epitomizes my feelings this weekend: empty, discarded.
























