Congratulations Corrie! (Part 2)

Corrie is currently one-seventh an architect, having whooped her first licensing test's ass. That test she came away from with a less than uber-confident, "I think there may have been a chance that I actually passed that test." The second test she took before she'd gotten the results from the first test, and came back feeling much better about that one. The results from the second test aren't in yet, and she's scheduled for a third test tomorrow, and the fourth soon after.

Then there are only three (yikes) left!

In other notes...

So...I got to just five posts last month, and none had any pictures of Marc and Linda or any discussion about their visit to Central Texas or the Austin City Limits Music Festival...I'll be rectifying that soon, since I'm sure all my readers are breathlessly waiting to hear how a couple of New Yawkers felt about Texas hospitality...well, I'm breathlessly waiting to write it up, before I stop caring. Not really, but the exact day after they left, our '93 Saturn kinda crapped out, and life suddenly got very interesting and much more difficult.

The Saturn is working again, we have a new (to us) automobile, which I'll be discussing in detail very soon (it's the nicest car of which I've been in the ownership group to date).

For my mom: I really appreciate what you had to say about the freeways in southern California on the comment screen a while back, and despite your apology about not having any real information, I felt like you gave exactly the insight for which I was fishing.

For my dad: I have, in fact, heard that particular style of mustache/soul-patch called the "Zappa", and used it a few times myself on that day when I wore it, and even had believed that I'd called it a "Zappa" on my mustache post, only to read that I hadn't after reading your comment about it. I believe that Frank's partial gypsy background could account for the thickness and darkness of the combo-'stache-soul-patch, which ultimately would lead to it's success, if you will, of that rather porn-star-like facial hair arrangement. For a comparison of some kind, check out on YouTube "Start Wearing Purple" by Gogol Bordello...the lead singer of the band Gogol Bordello is part gypsy and resembles FZ...maybe he just reminds me of Frank. It's a funky little song, though.

Also: my apologies to my mother's sense of baseball tradition in our household, but I've been rooting for the Giants to win it all. I realized: while she won't/can't root for them (something I understand having rooted hard for St. Louis and Colorado in '04 and '07 respectively), I enjoy the city of San Francisco, and think that funky zone should get to celebrate...I also find myself not hating the 'niners as much anymore--how blasphemous is that?