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The European Commission has just announced an agreement whereby English
will be the official language of the European Union rather than German,
which was the other very strong possibility.
As part of the negotiations, the British Government conceded that
English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a
5-year phase-in plan that would become known as “Euro-English”.
In the first year, “s” will replace the soft “c”. Sertainly, this will
make the sivil servants jump with joy.
The hard “c” will be dropped in favour of “k”. This should klear up
konfusion, and keyboards kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year when the
troublesome “ph” will be replaced with “f”. This will make words like
fotograf 20% shorter.
In the 3rd year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted
to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.
Governments will enkourage the removal of double letters which have
always ben a deterent to akurate speling.
Also, al wil agre that the horibl mes of the silent “e” in the languag
is disgrasful and it should go away.
By the 4th yer people wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing “th”
with “z” and “w” with “v”.
During ze fifz yer, ze unesesary “o” kan be dropd from vords kontaining
“ou” and after ziz fifz yer, ve vil hav a reil sensibl
riten styl.
Zer vil be no mor trubl or difikultis and evrivun vil find it ezi tu
understand ech oza. Ze drem of a united urop vil finali kum tru.
Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in
ze forst plas.

Well my sister Kara just left town. She came down for the night and day before heading back to school tomorrow. I gave her a couple tours of UMHB so she’d realize how much better it was once she got back to Ouchita.
We spent about an hour-and-a-half hiking along the Lampassas river this morning. It was a fun hike, and I’m glad we finished it when we did. I was almost blown up by the time we got back.
I wish I could trace our exact route, but the best I could find was satellite imagery of the area.
If you look around the center of the map, you can see the river rushing out of the dam from Stillhouse Hollow Lake. I estimate we travelled down the river (the dark green line) around the bend of the river and about half-way to I-35 (in the lower right hand corner of the image.
It was a great trip. I really had no idea what we’d find – even though I’ve lived in the area since 2000.
There was the beautiful chalk Falls and a number of improvements the Corps of Engineers had made in the area, including a fun suspension bridge.
I think I’ve convinced Allman we need to tube or kayak or something down the river, from the dam to I-35.
I think we’ll do it Labor Day weekend – so if anyone is interested in joining us – holla.

Here’s a better view of the area.
I think we ended up about in the center of this map.

Sweet – my alma mater, UMHB calls about once a semester when a DJ falls through for various dances and I’m usually not able to do the jobs, but they have a dance going on Sunday night that I can actually work – and I’ll be in town. Rock on.
Yesterday I wasn’t sure how my bills would be taken care of after my alternator incident – but God will provide.
And I’ll let him handle the details.

High school and jr high girls are just weird…

No seriously… weird

Well I’ve been a little bummed today.
I got a crazy ticket in some super small East Texas town Saturday.
I saw the Reduced Speed Ahead sign, but never saw a sign indicating the reduced speed.
Apparently the local cop did and was stationed right behind it.
Sucks for me.
Then last night on my way to Bryan to pick up our papers, my headlights starting acting up and my battery indicator was coming up – and before I knew it, I was putting my way into the Wal-Mart parking lot.
This morning I had the privaledge of lightening my wallet by $400.
Sucks for me.
But on the upside I got several good comments on my way back to Harker Heights.
So while my wallet has decreased drastically in size, my ego has doubled.
Well – probably not, but its nice to hear nice things about yourself when you’re having a crappy day.

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