This is some evidence of how truly pitiful I am:
Dish Network recently sent a software update to my satellite receiver that enables “interactive” services on channels such as QVC. So, I’ve tuned in QVC to see what happens. And an hour later, I’m still watching them pitch garden plants. Mostly because there’s a tall, Nordic, muscular hunk named Phillip Watson trying to sell me strawberry plants and roses.
Woof. And he’s only about 20 minutes away from me. Swoon.
With hurricane preparations swirling in my head; wondering how I will get all my work done – and DVD finished by my Austin trip on Monday – I came home to discover messages from my mother… who was in [more...]
We are saddened to tell you that Eric Miller passed away on Saturday morning, December 14 in the arms of his wife and encircled by his family and friends. Known as “Rocky” in homage to one of his favorite movies, the [more...]
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