Happy Hour - This picture was taken by Lucy's camera phone. She e-mailed it over. A "majic"man came by and had us rolling. He was telling jokes and making us balloon hearts and bears. He was comedy. Side note, Karissa had a great time on her "date" last night. My fingers are crossed.  

It's time to go to war again. I'm a little tiffed at the man. He used my name... Wrongly. He stated that Red and Camper were not on the job and that I eluded that they were carrying on some affair. All lies. Yes workers complained to me that she was not doing her job, however I never had the chance to make a meeting about it with the "man". Someone else went to him and he pulled these two in and said I complained about them. Whoa.... I never had the chance to. Now they are mad... and It's not Camper... it's Barry she's playing with... DUH. So I'm going to have all of them pulled in and set this all straight. Let's see that man squirm.

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Esparanza

Albert

Trino

Pete

The past is written in the minds of those who have seen it. The past is skewed with those who have lived it. The past is romanticized, by those near it. Tradition sweeps over it. Is it a life remembered? A life in whole, or a memory of a title and a role? Sigh. Skeletons... the American version... hidden away and keep secret. It is not here. It's alive and walks. It whispers it's life, the good and bad. The whispers bring joy to some and tears to others. Anger and sorrow, laughs and joy. Tradition. I see Tradition. I know my memory is skewed. I have skewed it... never the less, I know what is real and what is not. I know this...

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