Another part of me says getting a bed is a higher priority and blah blah blah.

Not that either will happen in the immediate future.

Something to ponder this week.

H/T: TLo

A photo I took of a local musician was one of the chosen portraits for the last challenge on Epic Edits. Even if you didn’t see my name below the image, and even if I didn’t tell you it was a musician, I’m pretty sure you’d figure out which was mine.

The photo I chose was originally taken for another photo challenge issued by my photography group here in Vegas. Night, square format, urban, portrait. Those were the parameters. I took several photos featuring various people, but Monk was my favorite. And now he’s on Epic Edits!

Fun challenge. Love Brian and his blog.

Here’s Monk:

Hope we get him out to Vegas soon. The guy rocks!

And I don’t know the words to change anything.

Okay, I do know two words, but they likely won’t come from whence they must.

So the only thing left is the unspeakable.

The inevitable.

Which is so weird, because I should be missing San Diego. And I do. Mostly the kids and my folks. But you know what? Vegas is home now. Absolutely. For real. I am home.

I loved spending time with the kids. Mojo is doing well and has some stuff to finish up so she can (fingers crossed) get into college mid-term. She’s working hard at Burger King. Got a cute photo on the old cellphone of her in uniform. It’s my wallpaper. Little Dude hasn’t grown too much since last month, thank God! His hair has, though.

Both my mom and dad are doing okay. It was good to see them, too.

Mostly, mostly…I’m just really happy to have had the time to do this and to be able to introduce both my mom and dad to MOBD so they know I’m really, truly safe and happy. Proof that I’m not living with crazy people.

I also got a few things from storage. Mostly kitchen stuff, my mandolin, and CDs. I wanted to get towels and sheets, but there wasn’t enough room in the car. Oh well, I’ll just keep washing the same stuff over and over again until it falls apart or until I can get back to SD and get more things for the house.

So yeah, I’m home again and it 1) feels good, and 2) feels even better to have some of MY STUFF here with me.

Shower and bed for this girl. I’ve earned it.

(P.S. Just as we hit the edge of Vegas, my friends’ song came on XM/Sirius radio. We just saw them on Thursday and it was the perfect ending to a good trip.)

I’ll be in San Diego by this afternoon.

There’s a CD release party.

There are kids.

There are my parents.

And there is a little bitty ocean waiting for me.

And while I wish I could have found a decent live vid of the next song, all that anyone needs to hear is Bob’s “oooooowwww!” and that great boogie on the piano and before you know it, you’re up and dancing around. Let’s face it, we need to dance more and bitch less, so if it takes a little Bob Seger to get us there, why the hell not?

Piano, harmonica, and horns = good times. (Good blues, too.)

Don’t even get me started. The list is growing. I’m getting riled up. And you know what? I’m about thisclose to callin’ folks out on their bullshit.

Srsly, wtf is up with people who HAVE to take advantage of others? WTF is up with people who don’t have time for you until you have the gear or “in” you need? WTF is up with people who will knock you on your ass so they can jump ahead of you and practically rip money from your hands just so they can say they got the job? WTF is up with people who have to run you down just to feel better about themselves?

I’m gonna go wash the slime off me. I really don’t care for users and loser and apparently today is the day when I start calling them out.