twist of fait accomplis

It's funny... since I've stopped writing here as frequently, I've lost touch with a lot of people, particularly old work friends and certain college friends. But at the same time, I've spent more time posting stuff to Twitter and checking in on Facebook every couple of days and as a result, have reconnected with people from my more distant past. A couple of weeks ago, I had dinner with Kevin, a friend that I've known since Kindergarten. I've also swapped e-mail with high school friends I haven't talked with since graduation and even got in touch with a guy I used to play baseball with back in middle school.

Things have been good around these parts. Huyen's family was in town for a couple of weeks. It's always nice to see them and we get lots of board game time in, usually killing Dr. Lucky. We went old school this time, though, and also broke out both Headache and Trouble with the Pop-O-Matic bubble.

Slow progress continues to happen on a few different projects. I hope to tie things up on a few of them in the next couple of months and change my focus a bit for the remainder of the year. I'd like to start 2009 with a pretty wide-open slate.

Rasine's doing well. She's talking a lot more now and definitely asserting her independence. She won't even give her daddy a kiss unless I pretend I'm crying. It's like high school all over again.

We had Amina in for her yearly check-up. She's "the picture of health" and I finally found out what that odd little bump is on her side that seems to move around when touched. The vet said she thinks it's a buckshot, meaning she was probably hit by a stray shot at some point during her hunting days. We've always figured she was a hunting dog before she was found wandering down in southwest Virginia and this seems to support our theory. We think she probably wasn't a very good hunting dog, or got too jumpy, and was just abandoned. I guess that's a better fate than many underperforming or aging hunting dogs face.

Hope all is well with all of you. Drop me a line or something.

In the meantime, you can catch me over on Twitter posting stupid little things more frequently than here. But I'll be back here, too. Don't cry.