I want to go back to the automotive museum in Balboa Park and see if I can fit behind the wheel of this car.

You see, I’m rather tall. This car… well, this car is not rather tall. Methinks fitting would be an issue for me.

At the automotive museum in Balboa Park, they did not have a 1952 Vincent Black Lightning. They did have a 1951 Vincent Black Shadow. I think that was what it was called at least.

See these river boat looking things? They sailed on Santa Barbara Cove at night. One night the partying was so heavy that they woke me up… from like a mile away.

Woah!

My wife made a hospital visit yesterday (everything is fine except for the nasty bronchitis). I know if we had stayed in San Diego this would not have happened. We should go back. It’s safer.

I have a message for travel related deep vein thrombosis…

BITE ME!

I’ve got your blood clots right here, ya prick.

I just walked to the cafeteria to get a drink and the radio was tuned to a country station.  The song playing was a country version of “Summertime Blues”.

My skin literally crawled.  I had to choke back some vomit.

Oh my goodness it was just awful. 

If hell exists, I have no doubt that is exactly what Rock music sounds like there.

Awful.  Just awful.

I’ve never tried posting a video from Flickr’s Share functions before.

Does it work?

It’s been a weird morning so far.  I know we’ve been home from vacation since Saturday evening, but I don’t know if I am really back yet.  Know what I mean?  I could not for the life of me wake up this morning.  Jen got up at 5:30 and was out of the house by 6:10.  I got up to kiss her goodbye and then fell back onto the bed until 7:00.  I ended up being 15 minutes late to work, but that was more due to needing gas and rainy weather than falling back to sleep.  I wasn’t up that late last night either, and I don’t really feel jet lagged at all.  I was just exhausted.

Weird.

What does the Navy call their version of the radar plane? The Air Force version is AWACS, but a don’t recall what this one is called.

What’s the absolute worst moment of any vacation?

The moment you wake up and know you have to go back to work.

Today is going to suck mightily.