I got back from Vegas about a week ago now. But I'm still outside of time, out of sync with life in general. My new work shift is 5 PM to 1:30 AM. It means I have afternoons free but can't manage to get to sleep till 4 at the earliest. It's taking some getting used to, but I'll be on it until about July, so I better cope. I have abandoned life outside of my house though. Hopefully with the advent of warmth that can change too.

Today I made fajitas (another weird side effect is that dinner has to be made around lunch time if at all), They look tasty.



I am convinced that just like women are pumped with fertility drugs and end up with sextuplets, peppers are pumped so full of something (or bred so specifically) that they have multiple babies growing inside them. I remember when I was young and we would get the odd pepper with babies and everyone would look at the freaky thing and comment. Nowadays everytime I buy a non-organic pepper it has babies. These last two were just nuts. These all came from just two peppers (an orange and a red). The green peppers were organic and had no babies.





I am especially weirded by the long skinny pepper "fingers". Thank you modern agribusiness! You've made peppers worth posting about.

I've been in Sin City for a week now. Seen about 25 relatives, which is real swell, since I only get out west about once every 1 or 2 years. Everybody is doing pretty well, though the living situations are never what I would have imagined when I left about 8 years ago. I really hate it here. If I didn't have family I don't think I would ever come back. It deserves its nickname, vice is a-calling around every corner. Heck, just going shopping you're tempted with not only beer, but wine and liquor too, not to mention the slot machines that tempt as you try to wheel your cart out the door. Slot machines at the grocery store, c'mon! I really want my family to get out of here too. I blame a lot of the aforementioned situations on LV. The only things I miss are the mountains, the sky, and the crazy wind.

As (e:paul) said, I managed to miss my plane home last night. I left the one thing that I couldn't leave behind: my ID. Anything else I could've had sent later, but I couldn't get on the plane without that. My brother even tried to rush it to me, but they closed the counter on me even though there was still a 1/2 hour before departure. WTF, mates?

My visit has been overall very good though. My two nephews and cousin are real trips. There's a 4 yr old and two 2 yr olds. All so so cute and rambunctious. And they all liked me too. Aiden, especially (my 2yr old nephew) seemed to prefer me to just about everyone else. Everytime he saw me he'd run up and say, "I wanna hold you" (such a cute scrambling of words). Which I was more than happy to do. I need to either move a lot closer or become a lot richer so I can see everybody more.

Lastly, I have enclosed proof of my Swedish heritage. Here is my hot Swedish grandma. She used to model back in the days of black-and-white and deep dark lipstick. She always used to call us "d'deet stevens" or something like that, when we were mischievous. She also frequently threatened us with soot-bags. One day I ought to find a Swede and find out if that's normal...

Went to my dearest auntie Lovey's house today. Her 2 yr old Elizabeth is a riot. She loves to talk but has trouble saying actual words. My snap shirt proved all the rage and she just kept undressing me, eventually I gave the shirt to her. She's so darn cute.

SUP QT!

New hope that PMT may be able to leave the sanctity of their home within the coming years.

A breakthrough study has found "that mice treated with a newly developed part-cat, part-human protein did not develop an allergic reaction." (e:Paul) would be so cute with cat-genes in him I think. Maybe grow a tail and learn to purr...