This is first entry in a very very long while, and time has taken its toll on familiar faces. To be perfectly honest I'm not even sure what I should post about.  My apprehension is mainly due to the sad realization that no one is going to read this, although that is probably not bad thing considering I'm so out of practice writing  that eyes will surely begin to bleed after perusing this post.  ...but what the hell!

So I am sitting in the upstairs loft on niflty little cluster home on the southwest side of Las Vegas. My room is empty save for a computer against the wall and two beautiful Dachshunds sleeping at my feet. My bonita is at the store shopping for dinner and I'm trying to pass the time until we get ready for sleep.

Bonita and I have been together for nearly two years and while we have our arguments from time to time, she is a wonderful woman and I'm a lucky man to have found her. She vewry much wants to marry me - and we will when the time is right.

I currently work for the government in the area of aviation security and I enjoy my job. I'm not always the best at what I do, but I'm a helleva lot better at it than many others. I supervisor 40-60 employees everyday, meaning I listen to 40 different sets of problems, complaints, and dramas.

Life is good.