Monday, September 29, 2008
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Saturday, September 27, 2008
It was rumored that Oprah and the Governator were in town, but I never saw them. I also never saw anyone from the Daily Show or Colbert Report. I am disappointed in myself.
The debate was fun to watch. Overall, I felt like Obama was stronger. (apparently, so did much of America, according to the latest polls) He stayed on point more often than McCain and he actually answered some questions. I felt like McCain worked very hard to avoid answering most questions and also looked frustrated. He didn't hide his irritation very well, constantly blinking and smirking. At one point, I thought his head might pop off his neck.
It was surprising to me that Obama wiped the Foriegn Policy floor with McCain. (don't get me wrong, I was thrilled he did, but still very surprised.) I was disappointed in both candidates' responses to the 'Safety in America' question. Neither did a good job with that. I expected more.
Obama hit at home with issues that are close to my heart: Middle class working America; Insurance; the war. He was dead on when he told McCain that if our enemy is Al Qaeda, then why were we focusing on Iraq and not Afghanistan. Al Qaeda wasn't even in Iraq until we invaded. He was also right to say that McCain is acting like the Surge was the beginning of the war. Um, no. Yay for us! We've finally had some success...but the war started a long damn time ago. This is almost too little, too late. Sigh.
I was hopeful that McCain would stick to the issues, and not start spouting off inspirational stories about his awesomeness. However, my hope was crushed when McCain hit the trifecta: He called himself the Maverick, discussed the grieving Mom's bracelet story, and in the end finally mentioned being a POW. It worries me that he thinks Americans are that sentimental in this time of crisis.
I loved it when Obama said, "I've got a bracelet too, John." Awesome.
Personal rant following:
I find it ironic that McCain wants to keep government out of the insurance industry. Wow. Cuz that worked for the banking industry so well. And it's also very amusing and not a little bit scary that McCain has no problem with the government regulating what a woman can do with her body. Why can't extreme right-wingers understand that Pro-Choice is NOT pro-abortion. It's PRO-CHOICE. It means allowing the individual to choose what is right for her. Pro-Choice means fighting government forced abortions, births, and birth control. Forcing someone to have a baby is just as wrong as forcing someone to have an abortion or forced sterilization. It doesn't belong in the government. If you are against abortion--don't have one! But don't force your beliefs on another person. It's not your place. It's not the government's place. And if you think big government is bad...what the hell do you call government forced births?
Here is a much more articulate opinion about Pro-Choice. Read it. It really does give you lots to think about.
There was no clear winner last night, though in my mind, Obama shined under the pressure. He was composed and gracious. McCain was tense and openly frustrated. If the rest of the debates are like this, there is no doubt who our next President will be.
I can't wait for the VP Debate...what about you guys?
Friday, September 26, 2008
I used a Random Number Generator (aka Rader) to pick 2 numbers between 1 and 25 and you two are the lucky winners! Shoot me an email through my contact page with your mailing address and I'll pop the books in the mail to you on Monday!
Now I'm off to Oxford this weekend...but this time, I'm totally stoked! Oxford is hosting the 1st Presidential Debate and I'm going to be there! I have my ticket for the Democratic Watch Party, my friend Andrea has bought me my Obama shirt, and I'm totally going to be stalking Samantha Bee or Rob Riggle if they're there. (please let them be there, PLEASE!) So watch for me...
I'll be tweeting from my phone and trying to take lots of pics, so you guys follow me! Also, I'll try blogging as much as I can. I can't wait.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
It's not my style. When it comes to writing, I'm a minimalist. My biggest strength is dialogue. Truth be told, if I could write a dialogue only book and get away with it, I would. Because frankly, dialogue is where the story is for me.
That doesn't mean that I don't read wordy, big books. That means oftentimes I skim multiple passages in those books because frankly, if you can't tell me in just a few words the exact shade of blue the sky is, then I don't want to know. And if you bury something important in the middle of a ten sentence paragraph describing the exact shade of blue of the sky, then shame on you.
It could be undiagnosed ADD. I really don't know, but I honestly don't have the patience to wade through all that description especially when the only purpose of the paragraph is to prove what a good writer the author is. I just want to read a good story. I want to be engaged in the characters...not in the description of where the character is standing.
So I thought I'd have a little fun today. I have two extra copies of Roxanne St. Claire's Now You Die (the 3rd book in a trilogy, the 6th book in the Bullet Catcher series). If you want to win a copy, all you have to do is describe yourself, your day, your life, your work...something about you...in 5 words.
Here are some examples:
Two houses, two cities, sucks.
Will be waiting tables soon.
Kids are fun when asleep.
Love/Hate relationship with Pug.
Fishdog makes me laugh alot.
Good friends make it better.
Who's in? Let's get our less is more groove on folks!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
moar funny pictures
if you don't get this reference, then you need to watch this:
John Green has written a blog about Faith and Science as they pertain to the election. It's a well thought out article that gives readers something to think about. Check it out today.
A follow up to yesterday's blog: The Obama HQ and the local campaign sign store were both out of signs. I did get my bumper stickers though. I should be able to get yard signs next week, so the plan is still on to get 10 signs and give the jerk who messed with my freedom of speech the proverbial finger.
Kitteh is blogging over at Fictionistas today about sparkly things. Check it out.
I'm headed back to Oxford this weekend. The 1st Presidential Debate of the season will be held there Friday night and I can't wait. Of course, it bothers me to no end that basically only the media will be allowed to attend the actual debate. The citizens will be watching it via jumbotrons on the square.
How does that make sense? Aren't debates for the PEOPLE? I think it would be amazing if the media was banished to the jumbotron viewing and the actual citizens were allowed to witness this historic event in person.
I was surprised that Ole Miss was chosen. The historic meaning is monumental since it was just a little over 45 years ago that the University was forced to accept its first African American student. (James Meredith) And now, forty-six years later, we have our first African American Presidential candidate--debating in the same town where US soldiers were deployed to stop the racist rioting.
I was hoping to bring the family with me this time. We have no soccer this weekend and I really feel like this is a great chance for the kids to witness history. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. Nemo has a cross country meet on Saturday morning. There's no way we can get him to Oxford for Friday night and back to Little Rock first thing Saturday morning.
Maybe I'll take Rader with me...
Monday, September 22, 2008
When I ran Rader to school this morning, I noticed my Obama yard sign had 'fallen' over. It looked odd because a: there was no wind last night and b: I had buried the sign pretty deep in the yard. I called Fishdog and told him it looked funny but that I would check it out when I got home.
It was just as I had suspected. Someone stole the sign post. At least they were kind enough to leave me my sign. (which is now tacked up on my tree...)
You know what? You have every right to disagree with me and my politics. But you have NO RIGHT to enter my yard and tamper with my property.
When I picked up the sign in Oxford, they told me that I would need to take it in at night because the signs were being slashed, stolen, and run over. I had a hard time believing that. I thought maybe it had happened just randomly or as a practical joke between friends.
I guess I was wrong.
What is the purpose of infringing on my rights to express my opinion? Did they think it would change my opinion? Did they think maybe if there was one less Obama sign up that people wouldn't magically forget he was running?
What gives you the right to tell me my opinion is invalid? Because basically when you take the sign out of my yard or rip my bumper sticker off my car, you're quashing my freedom of speech. And buddy, I hate to tell you, but I'll fight tooth and nail for the right to express my opinion.
Get ready. The fight is on.
My yard. My sign. My freedom of speech. If you don't like it, you don't have to drive by my house. But trust me when I say by this afternoon, you'll know damn good and well I'm supporting Obama.
More pictures to follow.
BTW: Author Maureen Johnson started a group called YA for Obama to encourage teens to get involved. Pop over and check it out. Opposing views are welcome.
Friday, September 19, 2008
I'll see you guys Monday. Or if I get chatty while in Oxford, I'll see you sooner. Wish me house-selling luck!
Oh, and enjoy this while I'm gone:
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Well, it doesn't. Not compared to Secret Platinum. So today I ran up to the drugstore to pick up Rader's special deodorant (he is picky cuz he is really stinky LOL) and I decided to pick up my Secret and replace the bargain basement crap I bought last time.
And now for an open letter to Secret Deodorant:
WEBSITE UPDATE: We were experiencing some technical difficulties from my contact page, but it is working again now. If you have sent me an email through the contact page, please resend. I didn't get it. Thanks!
Just in case I wasn't clear enough yesterday, I hate spiders.
It doesn't matter what the actual 'species' is...it will fall into three categories:
Fishdog was so tickled by me yesterday, that he spent half of the night looking up different spiders and asking me what type it was. It was always one of the above three.
Thanks for the outpouring of support. I am calm and collected now. However, I will not be checking the mail anytime soon. *shudder*
Last night...this made me feel so much better. I heart The Colbert Report
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Which brings me to the most horrible thing ever to happen to me. Well, most horrible thing ever to happen to me today.
I had gone grocery shopping. I was a good momma. I did my duty and even used my recycled shopping bags. I get home and Fishdog comes out to help me unload the groceries. Nice guy, right?
Don't let those manners fool you. My husband is anything but nice. He is, in fact, responsible for the most horrible thing ever to happen to me today.
We had taken our first load of bags in. I stepped over to the mailbox. I open the mailbox and put my hand inside. No mail. I close the mailbox. Fishdog is standing next to me. He says, "Already got it and hey watch out for the spider that's living in there."
I didn't hear him correctly. Right? Cuz that would mean he had let me stick my hand inside the mailbox inhabited by a living arachnid. So I glance over at the mailbox and this is what I saw:
This big fucking nasty hairy leg creeped its way out of the mailbox. I went into shock. I started screaming like a big old baby. I ran into the house and called Fishdog some names that I know would make a marine blush.
IT WAS IN THERE WITH MY HAND. It touched me. I know it did.
As a matter of fact, it's still on me. I can feel it.
How could my husband, the man who supposedly loves me, let me stick my hand in a veritable nest of tarantulas? Why didn't he kill the spider before I ever knew it was there? I may never be able to check the mail again.
So then I
Instead of killing it, he set it free.
Folks, this is not the PETA headquarters. We kill spiders here. I don't care if they eat mosquitoes or lay golden eggs. If you're a spider, you get killed in my house. That's the understood rule. Or at least it has always been...until now.
He let the fucker go in the front yard. And I know it's working its way back to the mailbox because it laid 1 million-billion-katrillion baby spider eggs in there and it wants to be present when they are born and begin their take over of Chez Francis.
And that folks, is the most horrible thing ever to happen to me. Today.
The showings were positive, but no offer.
Last week, we had more calls, so I went to Oxford again. Another positive showing but no offer.
This week, we took the plunge, marked the house down to FIRE SALE price and now I'll be going back to Oxford on Friday...for what I hope will be the final weekend as Oxford homeowners.
So I've noticed a very scary trend while traveling lately. The route I drive from Little Rock to Oxford is trucker heavy. And I drive a little bitty Honda Civic hatchback. I feel like a mouse among elephants when I'm on the road.
Imagine how scary it is when I pass an 18-wheeler only to see that the driver is talking on a cell phone. Not using a bluetooth earpiece. Nope. On the cell phone.
I started counting on my drive home Monday. I counted 23 truckers talking on their phone. 23! Can someone tell me what is wrong with that picture? Yeah. Scary stuff.
Dear Truckers, get a bluethooth earpiece or get off the damn road. kthxbai.
For today's election post:
Have you checked your facts today? (links for information on both campaigns, not just the for the candidate I'm voting for)
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Today's blog is some basic housekeeping. Mainly because my house is in major need of keeping and that's what I plan to do.
BTW: My kid is doing a fundraiser with Ugly Mug Coffee which you guys know I've touted and tweeted on several occasions. If you're interested in helping us out and trying a great coffee, email me!
For your enjoyment, another song of the Chapter V album that I love. Couldn't find a video for Please...
Find more videos like this on STAIND
Monday, September 15, 2008
Am too tired to blog twice today, so you can find my unspectacular post over at Fictionistas. Click the banner...
Sunday, September 14, 2008
My husband would leave me for Tina Fey and never look back.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I'll take a sip of my coffee while I let you recover.
Better now? Good.
So, I'm in Oxford (MS not UK) showing the house. I mowed the yard yesterday. Much easier than last week. It was totally a jungle. Today, I'm weed-eating. I am YardGirl, hear me roar. I think I need a cape--a green one, of course.
Since the house is vacant except for a futon mattress and some barstools, I've had to be creative. (The following pictures are from my cell phone, sorry for the quality)
I sleep here:
I work here:
I enjoy my beer here:
and I watch my movies or read here:
Oh, and my internet? Courtesy of my neighbor. The only place I can access it? Here:
This is minimalist living at its finest.
Okay, YardGirl must stop procrastinating and get outside to weed-eat. What? you thought I was blogging on a Saturday for no reason? hah!
Friday, September 12, 2008
And to my readers who commented privately, thank you for taking the time to drop me a note. Even my friends who disagree with me. (What? I have friends who disagree?) You betcha. And yes, even though
Today I'm headed to Oxford again. I have another couple of house showings this weekend. If I don't sell it soon, I'll be waiting tables or working at McDonalds...Perish the thought! So everyone cross your fingers and pray to the god of your choice that we get an offer this weekend. Cuz we really need it.
Since I jumped in feet first yesterday, I will probably continue talking about politics until the election. (and depending on the outcome, afterward) I had planned on tackling Palin's view of Abstinence Only as Sex Education...but I don't have to. Maureen Johnson has written two VERY informative and entertaining posts on the subject. All I want to say right now is GET OUT OF MY HEAD, MAUREEN.
Check them out:
Thursday, September 11, 2008
The one thing I want most in this world is peace. In my opinion the war we're fighting has nothing to do with the attack on our country and everything to do with oil. It sickens me. (BTW, I said during the 2000 election that if W is elected, the first thing he'll do is finish his daddy's war. I'm smarter than a 5th grader.)
Seriously. I'm trying so hard to resist being political. You just don't know.
So I'm going to give in. I am. I can't hold it back any longer.
I'm scared that our country may not recover from its current state. I'm terrified that Sarah Palin may be in line to be the next President. (let's face it: John McCain is old and not in the best of health.) Plus,I can not believe that more people are not outraged with the past 8 years, the state of our economy, and the state of our country.
It's insulting that this woman was chosen. It was totally a political move. It's not even about her experience or lack thereof, it's about what she stands for. The more I find out about her, the more disgusted I am. This is NOT a woman I want to be in the White House.
While serving as Mayor of Wasilla, to save the city/community money, Palin billed sexual assault victims anywhere from $300-$1200 for their rape kits. Sure they used the excuse of being able to bill insurance companies when they could...Aw. thanks. Just one more reason for the insurance industry to raise premiums. And what about those victims who were uninsure? Tough titty. Of course, they would never charge a victim of a burglury for gathering evidence. I guess it's cheaper to conduct an investigation of a house violation than a body violation.
She slashed funds by 20% for a program that gave teenage moms and their babies a place to live while they worked and saved money. It's nice that she and her family can support Bristol's choice but not every girl has a family to back them. And cutting almost $2 million from that program shows exactly how Palin feels about teenage pregnancy. Actions over words, madam.
Palin asked the Wasilla librarian about the process for having certain objecitonable books banned (no books were named) and when the librarian balked at any form of censorship--Palin fired her. NIIIIICE. Sure, she finally relented after a huge public outcry of the citizens, but come on...she FIRED HER for taking a stance against book banning. (NY Times article. You may have to register to read it, but it's free) As a writer, this makes my butthole pucker.
This woman doesn't belong in a position of power. I'm sorry. She victimizes victims, takes money from those who need it the most (but she allowed her family to expense $43,000 of instate travel. Yes, I know they're allowed a per diem as the first family, but please, don't talk about cutting "unnecessary state spending" by charging rape victims or taking money from teenage moms who are trying to get on their feet when you're allowing your daughters to fly all over the state for dinners and parties.) And she is all for banning books. There's other stuff out there...but these are the 3 things that tell me this woman doesn't think before she acts and that is not a person I want to have control over the nuclear codes.
And this certainly isn't the direction I think this country needs to head in. There. I feel better now. Thanks for letting me spew. It's been killing me.
Now for some humor. Michael Palin for President
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
So one day last week, Maria calls me.
Maria: (in an excited whisper) Mel!
Maria: Dave Hernandez is in my house!!!! (yes, she used 4 exclamation points in her whisper)
Me: (confused because Dave Hernandez is a fictional character in her current manuscript BUNCO BABES GONE WILD) Um...his name is Dave Hernandez?
Maria: No. He looks like Dave Hernandez! He's so damn cute! He's probably only 24. Hang on, I'm going to go check on him. (muffles the phone. Muffled question. Muffled giggling.) I'm back (breathless)
Mel: Are you panting?
Maria: No. Am I? He's so damn cute!
Then we talk about writing for a few minutes and other stuff and we hang up. Fifteen minutes later.
Maria: (in an excited whisper) Mel!
Maria: I think he knows I'm watching.
Me: Probably. You should totally ask him if you can take a picture or sneak a picture of him. I'm dying to see the man who can make Maria Geraci pant.
Maria: I'm not going to take a picture of him!
Me: I would. But whatever.
Then we talk about writing for a few minutes and other stuff and we hang up. A little while later.
Maria: Oh my god!
Maria: They had me come into that bathroom to inspect their work.
Mel: Was the work good?
Maria: Dave Hernandez stood in the doorway and made me squeeze past him. I totally rubbed up against his hammer! I think he did it on purpose!
Mel: You have to blog this.
Maria: What am I going to say? I rubbed up on Dave Hernandez's hammer?
Mel: Exactly. If you don't blog it, I will.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
It's important to hit the mark with my audience. Like the Mac ads. Those hit the mark. They are a bucket of win and they make me laugh. They're funny because they're true. Take this one about Vista. (which is the reason I switched to Mac...)
I love these commercials. Actually, I spent most of this morning re-watching them. I know. I'm supposed to be working. Sorry. Here's a link to 15 ads. 7 minutes of commercials that you pretty much can't stop watching... Those folks at Apple know what they're doing:
More Mac Ads
Which brings me to the new ads for Microsoft. Or what I like to call exactly what I don't want to do when I'm marketing. Bore my audience to tears. I don't get it. It's not funny. Not even close. And aren't they two years too late in responding to Apple?
Microsoft missed the mark in my opinion. Instead of spending money trying to 'one up' the Mac ads, they might should focus on trying to create a superior product. Because Vista sux ass. And btw, this is NOT the way to revive Jerry Seinfeld's career.
And this brings me back round to my point. Marketing appropriately is important. And Microsoft? U R doing it rong.
Monday, September 08, 2008
So I told y'all that Fishdog and Nemo did the paintball thing yesterday. Holy shit they came back all bruised up. And they were dressed head to toe in fatigues. Nemo even had on a 2nd pair of pants underneath is fatigues.
Behold the madness. Will somebody please explain to me how this paintball thing can possibly be fun?
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Fishdog getting ready for paintball war...doesn't he look sassy in his bandana?
happy Sunday y'all.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Factcheck.org has done the work for you. Check out the candidates' acceptance speeches and if their walk matches their talk. Do not go into this blindly. Exercise your right to use your brain.
About fact check (directly from their website)
Voting is important. Voting well informed? Should be mandatory.
Friday, September 05, 2008
I have to admit something...I'm having a very hard time not discussing politics here. Seriously. And it's not because I'm afraid of disagreement, that has never been a problem for me. I am perfectly capable of disagreeing and moving on. But way too many other people are not.
So instead of actual politics, I think I'll discuss apathy.
Apathy is a silent killer. It's like a disease that just quietly grows and spreads from person to person.
I've heard a lot of people say they're not going to vote at all because they don't like either candidate. Or they will vote for the woman, or the 'black' guy because it's about time. Blah, blah, blah. Or Daddy says we're Republican. Or Daddy says we're Yellow Dog Democrats.
No wonder our country is in such a world of hurt right now. Nobody can be bothered to make a decision based on their beliefs. Hell, nobody can be bothered to believe anything anymore.
Do me a favor, take some time to read about all the candidates. And not just what they put up on their websites...do a little research. It's not hard.
Go here: PROJECT VOTE SMART
type in the candidates' names and see if their voting records match your ideals.
or go here: WHO SHOULD I VOTE FOR
or (for fewer questions) here: VOTE HELP
Answer the questions and see where you fall percentage wise. You might be surprised. I was when I took the quiz during the primaries.
Don't be apathetic. Don't choose a candidate based on lack of knowledge of the issues. Please.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
USA Drug is about a half mile from the house and perfect for a quick errand.
I load up my basket with my 6 items. I get in line. And I wait.
The clerk seems a little slow (I don't mean slow as in slow. I mean just not in a real big hurry.) But we finally get to the lady in front of me. She scans her 40
This is where my head nearly popped-the-fuck-off.
The clerk took each coupon and found the exact item in the bag before she would scan the coupon. The lady gave her at least 10 coupons. She had 5 bags full of shit.
It took the clerk another 10 minutes to scan the coupons. I wish I was kidding.
They did not open another line, so of course, by the time the clerk finished, there were at least 5 people in line behind me.
I nearly screamed at her. Instead, I tweeted. I felt amazingly better after that.
Okay, so maybe that's a little dramatic, but still. I had a scary moment this morning so I think I'll share.
The story really doesn't start with this morning...it starts a couple of days ago when we noticed one of the back tires on the Civic was low. It has a slow leak and we just haven't replaced it yet. I know. Stupid. But whatever.
Gustav had shown up in full force and it was raining in sheets Tuesday morning. I didn't want to take the car to the gas station and check the air because the traffic is always really bad on rainy days and I knew we'd be late for school. I took the Prelude, which was a bad idea because it doesn't have air so the windows fogged up. Not safe.
Yesterday Fishdog took the Prelude. He too realized that was a bad idea.
The rain never let up and we never took the Civic to the service station. Yesterday afternoon, Nemo (formerly known as Ian) had cross-country practice (yes, even in the Tropical Depression....run Forrest run!) I just had to run him about 5 blocks away. So we hopped into the Civic, drove a quarter of a block, turned onto the next street and did a 180. SRSLY. We were going all of 5 miles per hour. I turned onto the street and wound up facing my neighbor's house. Freaky.
But it was all good.
Now comes to the part where the Grim Reaper tapped me on the shoulder...
Gustav is still here. Rader (who doesn't have a nickname for some reason) and I leave early so I can go get gas and air up the tire. The service station is a half a mile away. I'm about halfway there, we're approaching the S curve in the road and I make sure I'm crawling because of what happened yesterday.
Didn't matter. I take the curve VERY SLOWLY and wind up in the other lane facing the opposite direction.
THERE IS A CAR COMING! Thank God they saw and stopped.
Rader is hooting and hollering "Do it again, Mom!"
I wave to the oncoming car and thank them for not killing us, drive up to the next street, turn in, back up and head toward the gas station again. Undaunted. (sorta)
This time, I managed the S curve. I get to the station. They are out of gas (not kidding). But they do have air--which really was the most important thing.
Anyway, I made it home safe and sound. And this weekend, I'm getting the brakes and tires replaced.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Anyway, now I'm asking you all to do something nice with me. Are you ready?
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Since I'm currently revising and not writing, I have donated. It doesn't take a lot. Even $10 will make a difference.
I chose to donate to Colleen Gleason's team for two reasons.
Please join me in supporting Colleen. CF is an ugly genetic disease that affects the lungs and digestive system. Just 20 years ago, CF used to have a very low life expectancy(10 years old)...but now, thanks to research (made possible by fundraisers like UNLEASH) these kids can live into their forties. This is a miracle made possible by donations.
I have a friend who has 2 kids with CF. Can you imagine? Let's work to stamp out this disease all together. Click the banner to donate. Seriously, just $10 will make a difference.
Support COLLEEN GLEASON! Let's put an end to CF, together.
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Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Click here to see my interview. It's all very exciting...
thanks to Liz for posting this first so I could steal it from her. See? I really do have a future in politics...
Labels: awesome casserole
Maria (in tears of course) and flew home...where I found myself in tears. Remember all that work I did to leave the house spotless before I left? Um, why did I bother?
I'm not complaining. The reality is, the house would've looked exactly the same had I been here. There is some good news though...Fishdog did change the doorknobs on the front and carport doors. They look awesome. Copper levers and a new copper deadbolt. I love them. He also cleaned the master bathroom, which was starting to be a scary, scary place.
Today feels weird because it's Tuesday. I keep thinking it's Monday.
Sunday (which felt like Saturday) we went to Birdrunner's house for a cookout. Fishdog and Birdrunner were elementary school classmates and they had a mini-reunion with a few other friends from gradeschool. The best part of the day was when we pulled out old pictures.
I have evidence...which I will gladly show you tomorrow, after I download said evidence.
Be afraid, Birdrunner. Be very afraid.
Monday, September 01, 2008
POP GOES MY HEART
little known fact...this song is my cellphone ringtone...