Saying Goodbye and then say Hello to...

First, a late Christmas present: Leftovers from Amy's bonus. I love having a smart wife, you get all kinds of neat things when her boss's think she deserves to know how much they appreciate her work :) So, between saving up on my own and a little help from household funds I purchased the next piece to add to my photography equipment. Check out these puppy's: On top is the bogen/manfrotto 3021bn Tripod leg Kit. These things aren't for backpacking. They're sturdy, and "hell for stout" as my dad is famous for saying.
I took this shot recently while in University city. Its not really a great shot, but I thought there was something fun about the way that I had to remember how I got a shot of myself like this. I'll let you figure it out.
I finished work today at 2:30pm so that I wouldn't go over my quota of 20 hours per week. As I got in the car I started to think about where I could go for the next couple of hours to do things I wanted to do like work on design or learn a new content management system, or just catch up on my favorite RSS feeds, to see what's happening over at the the textpattern forums or what my favorite designer is writing about or laying out. Hmm. Where to go? Oh wait, Amy is home with Brighton, she didn't sleep well, and we all know Brighton is a handfull. Hmm. Should I rethink this? I think I'll stop by the coffee shop, just for a bit. So to make a long story short, I meant to go to the coffee shop, but I took a wrong turn and "couldn't be bothered" to go the long way around, and suddenly I was at home. Thank you Jesus. Amy ended not needing tons of help as Brighton was asleep when I got home, but its one more way I am continuing to see how self driven I am. A daily fear is that I will run out of time to do things I want to do. That somehow I will get gypped out of something that should be mine! Dangit! Man, Christ tells me again and again. Its not yours. You've never had anything but me to keep. I found this pie chart, that I think pretty much illustrates how I think about myself. Guess which slice is "MY TIME!"