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Sometimes I wonder about myself.  I don't know what it is, but during my daily routine when things happen, they're very entertaining. I went to San Diego on Thursday.  Yuppers, flew from Lawton again.   Yes, Lawton's flights get cancelled all the time.  It's not the outgoing flight that's the problem, but the return flight.  Which, yeah.  It did.  It got cancelled on the way back from this trip, also.   However, this time they gave me a hotel.  Usually, I end up spending the night in the airport.  Three times I've done that.  Not cool. Not cool at all.  You'd think I would have learned by now, nope.  Plus, the airport is sooo convenient distancewise so I keep going back for more.  So, yes, I did it again. I flew from Lawton. I'm on the 10:10 morning flight. Boarding time is 9:40.  We're good.  No worries. I got this.  I did have a busy night getting ready with all the normal stuff, plus throwing in ...

This is a leap year.   Big things can happen in leap years.  Odd things.  Rare things.  Sometimes they're great. Sometimes not. Presidential elections happen in leap years.  That could be a blessing or a curse.  Depends on what side of the fence you're on.  Or wall, even. It's also an Irish tradition that women propose to their man on Leap Day.  I read about that on the internet. Apparently, St. Brigid was given the Luck O' the Irish from Ole St. Patrick to "ALLOW" women to propose one day a year every four years.  Thanks for the permission.  I think I'll pass. That's the news I read today on the internet.  That and the Oscars hullabaloo.  Not much.  Well, wait.  I did just get a message that 5 Hour Energy received a judgment against 6 Hour Power for up to 22 million.  Now that's some news.  Especially, knowing that back in the day I took the depositions of the top Founder and CEO of  5 Hour Ener...

It's another year.  I hope this year brings the things I have always hoped for.  Don't we all? It's somewhat bittersweet for me this week.  I'm celebrating a birthday on Wednesday.  It should be my 47th.  Not a major number.  No biggie.   But I'm skipping my birthday this year.  I hope no one remembers it.  Although, I've just ruined that because I'm blogging about it.  To some it may seem silly, but to me it's not.  My aunt already sent me a card.  She put "47" on it.  I cringed. A year and a half ago my older brother turned 47.  It was a Tuesday.   I remember we were in a very busy trial at that time and I texted him that morning.  "Happy Birthday, Bro!  I love you."  "Thank you," he texted. Those were the last words I'd ever see or hear from him.  At least I told him I loved him.  He died four days later on a Saturday.  I had lost my dream job that month.  My brother ...