you best believe the microphone alone


If there is one thing that really gets on my nerves, it has to be when something does not work. What makes it even worse is when multiple somethings do not work. Yesterday, I made my venture to tackle a project that should have been relatively simple only to spend nearly six hours banging my head. When you start something on a piece of “mission critical equipment,” there really is no going home until the job is done. My cable modem decided to fry out on me. The power blinked in the apartment this morning, but the AM transmitter site lost power for nearly an hour. I’m getting a little annoyed.

I found some spare time to get the pictures from the campout posted in the gallery. I did a fair share of giggling when I sorted through the photos. Sure, there are nearly sixty photos missing, but they are just your typical snaps of bad moments, angles, or redundancy. Eyes being closed, too blurry, and so on. It’s Wednesday, and I think I’m finally caught up on sleep.

I’m already getting excited for the Valadez family reunion this weekend in KCMO. If there is one truth that can be told about mexican families, every type of gathering is a party. Food, music, drink, and more food. Also, relearning everyone’s name and relation. I have always been horrible at that. They all seem to know or remember me. I’m “the baby.”

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