Lisa, it's your birthday. Happy Birthday Lisa!

If any of you have seen the Simpsons 3rd Season episode "Stark Raving Dad", then you are familiar with the Lisa Birthday Song. Today is the day to sing it. My baby sister Lisa is 28 years old today. As the song goes:

"Lisa, it's your birthday. God bless you this day. You gave me the gift of a little sister, and I'm proud of you today.

Lisa, it's your birthday. Happy birthday, Lisa. Lisa, it's your birthday. Happy birthday, Lisa.

I wish you love and good will. I wish you peace and joy. I wish you better than your heart desires. And your first kiss from a boy.

Lisa, it's your birthday. Happy birthday, Lisa. Lisa, it's your birthday. Happy birthday, Lisa."

Happy Birthday Sis.

Bolshoy Waste of Time

So, I am about 5 hours south of home now in Cedar City, Utah. I have been here for the past 2 days. I am here for work to monitor the effects of oil and gas exploration seismic work on the endangered Utah Prairie Dog. Sounds reasonable enough, eh?

The deal is, the "dogs" have a buffer around their colonies that will prevent seismic exploration anywhere near them. Furthermore, they are currently underground, hibernating for the winter and the amount of energy put out by the machines isn't even enough to make dirt fall in from their tunnel walls. That's good.

So, the problem is, we've (yes, two biologists are required to do this, including one of us with an underground tunnel camera), only monitored one site (a total of 15 minutes) in the two days we've been here. Furthermore, we won't get to do it at all today either (like yesterday), so tomorrow morning, we will monitor one more site and then get to go home--until next week when we are needed again. Aaaaarrrrrrgggghhhh.

Guess I'll break out some more Star Trek dvds and enjoy myself some more.

Chesno Mom

Yesterday was the 64th anniversaryof the birth of my mother. Unfortunately, she is no longer with us to celebrate the day.

Last week I began watching her funeral I have on video tape--only the second time I have done so in ten and-a-half years. I got through about half of my brother David's eulogy and had to turn it off. I'll try again later.

We love you and miss you mom. Happy Birthday.