1.30.06
No, I'm just kidding. What I actually have is a ganglion cyst. AWESOME!
that cracked me up.

i've been working on getting Toonces Whorecat and Roxy to be friends. Kaze still barks when she sees Toonces so that one's going to be more tricky. anyway, Rox and Toonce are at the point to where Rox doesn't act all, "OMG! what is THAT?! can i have it?!" she just mostly sniffs the Tooncer and wants to play with her. Toonces, bless it, she has stopped making that deep throated catgrowl, and only rarely hisses. she does still bop Rox on the nose but it's not hard and the claws aren't out and it's kind of like she's playing.
kind of.
can you believe that? i mean, the Woodlaysons brought a kitten over last year and Toonces ran and pitched a giant fit about it. but a gigantic dog? she's semi-okay with it.
cats.
honestly.

1.29.06
this morning i played on liz'z worship team. i really enjoy playing bass on her team, i guess it's 'cos it's the only time i get to play bass anymore. playing bass is the easy part and worshiping is the hard part. (i had to look up worshiping to make sure i spelled it right. it can go either way, worshipping or worshiping. neat-o, huh?) it's tons easier for me to worship if i know how the songs go 'cos then i'm not all, "shit! i should've played a B there!", hee. liz is pretty good about picking out at least some songs that i've heard, and so i get to play ones i know and learn other ones. it's a good system. (goodfellas)

my li'l bro's band, Ivalee, is playing in Chattanooga Feb. 25th.
let's go! wouldn't it be cool to make a night of it?! he says they are the opening band, so i'd assume (uh oh, ass. you. me.) that they wouldn't go on too late or play really long. could be fun.

in random nerd bragging:
my best time at sudoku is 3 minutes and 52 seconds, which let's face it, is four minutes. but it sounds way faster if you say 3 minutes and 52 seconds. i like to pretend that i'm a genius and that when i solve them that i've deciphered a secret code from the enemy. i'm not sure which enemy. my imagination hasn't gone that far into it yet. however, it has gotten to the point where i see the puzzles when i close my eyes.

1.28.06
with all the crazy things that have been going on in january, and so far january is sucking greatly, i totally forgot about the baseball hall of fame.
i know!
turns out, Bruce Sutter was the only HoF winner this year. i'm thrilled he won. he was the only one on that list that made sense. (well, jim rice too). the list is filled with great, steady, ballplayers. and by steady i mean consistent. they played very well most of the time. but have you actually looked at the list ? it's kind of modcore. i'm glad that the first three (Sutter, Rice, and Gossage) were the first three because that shows that the writers at least have a brain. but why was Dave Parker in the middle? (was it the cocaine?) and hello? Alan Trammell got 16 more votes than Parker?
racists.
kidding!
i'm just saying, Parker has more hits, a better lifetime BA, and didn't spend most his time on the disabled list.
burn!
now i DO think it's awesome and amazing that Trammell played his whole career for Detroit. i love that kind of thing.
enough baseball blog! but i do kind of want XM Radio so i can listen to all the day games while i paint. but also, i don't really want to pay for radio. but really, it would be so cool to get to listen to all the games. any game! 'cos right now, all i really get are the Braves' day games on the local AM station. which, i mean, it's not that Skip Carey does a bad job or anything, it's more that i don't care about the Braves.

do any of you out there have satellite radio? it seems like XM has the monopoly of MLB, it looks like Sirius has no MLB...is this true? that's weird. anyone? talk to me. you can post at the forum or just e-mail me pickle@fleegan.com

anyway, enough baseball. look at this picture i found on the internet:


is it sweet? or really disturbing?

1.26.06
sorry, no time to blog about anything. i just didn't want you guys to think that Hobo John had killed me.
i'm just busy/lazy.
word.

1.24.06
you won't believe this. and hell, i don't blame you for not believing this, but since i live it, i know it's true.

i was talking with dad this morning (he helped me do the Leather Wall. which, by the way, SHOULD be what the blog is about today. but no. THIS is.) and i told him how Hobo John had kinda freaked out on me yesterday. so he says, "that guy sounds like a weirdo. you should check out that website Tinley told us about."
he was refering to www.familywatchdog.us which is a site that lets you locate local sex offenders.
"oh dad," i said, "sure he's weird, but he really seems kinda harmless in a simpleton kind of way. total Lenny."
"well, i don't like him coming around your house like that."
"yeah, i guess he's usually walking to his house. he told me he lives on Peachtree....oh shit. Tinley told me that she went to that site and said that there was a sex offender living on Peachtree!"
"you're kidding me!"
"no i'm not. let's go to my house at lunch and check out that site."
so we get to the house and look up Gadsden and i swear, the first green dot i click..."oh no...oh hell."
"is that Hobo John?!"
sigh. "yes. shit."

so what i thought was just an oogy retard crush has turned into something a little more worrisome. on the one hand, he only comes around about once a month and he's never tried to touch me or anything. on the other, more sinister hand, each time he comes around it's gotten progressively more weird (see yesterday's post).

and just what is up with this anyway? did i move to Crazyville? i feel like i'm the only normal person in the 'hood. am i mayor of Crazyville? i don't know. i don't know. but what i do know is that i'm actually considering getting a gun. ME! a gun! no! i don't want a gun! i don't want to feel safe because i have a gun! i want to feel safe because i'm safe. does that make sense? am i asking too much? "more than a lot?" (hee, for you, liz.)

anyway, i don't actually know what to do about it. i guess next time he pops up i gotta tell him to go away, but honestly, he's only ever popped up when i'm all alone and if you think for one second that i'm going to tell a slightly volatile retard pervert (i am so PC) who has a weird crush on me to go away and never come near me again, well, you are sorely mistaken, i am a total coward. and i do not want to say anything that's going to set him off.
my bad, i know. but he's giagantic and it wouldn't take much for him to be all, "hobo john, smash!" yuck, the Incredible Lenny. "tell me about the rabbits, george, or i'll get angry. and you wouldn't like me when i'm angry."

i'm probably being a big baby drama queen about the whole thing, right?
right?

ugh, we need something to cheer this blog up. hey look!



aw, pandas. pandas will take away these blah feelings of worry and unsafeness! aw, and look at these wittle guys.


1.23.06
have i told you guys about Hobo John? i don't think i've mentioned him on here before. i met Hobo John a couple of months ago. he was walking by my house and he stopped and talked to me for a bit. he's been by a couple more times and from what i can gather he lives a couple blocks down the street. the first time i met him he seemed kinda sweet and harmless. the next time was a bit creepy. the time after that was creepier. he asked personal questions like, "do you live here alone?"
why i didn't lie and say, "no, i'm married to a giant muscle man and a bull dyke," i'll never know. that would've chased him away for sure. today? well, today he was creepiest. but in that sweet way.

i know, you're thinking, "what? creepy in a sweet way? is he goth?"

no, he's not goth. he's just...slow? ish? he's simple i guess. but also? he's 7 feet tall and could probably kill me with his bare hands.
and see, that's what bothers me. he DEFINITELY puts off that Lenny vibe. he seems sweet and childlike and innocent and completely capable of accidently killing me while trying to touch my hair.
por exemplo: this evening i was outside cutting up a huge box and putting it in the garbage can because tonight is GARBAGE NIGHT. woot! and here comes Hobo John. he stops and says, "hi, jaimie." and so i say, "hi, john." because i totally would not call him Hobo John to his face. in fact, he looks nothing like a hobo. he looks exactly like a lumberjack. but Lumberjack John is a ridiculous nickname.
like Hobo John isn't?

anyway, i didn't feel too vulnerable this time because i had a knife in my hand. last time he came around it was dark out and i'm an idiot for talking to him in the first place but i just can't be mean to people, okay? so yeah, last time it was weird and i thought, "wow, so this is how i die, huh? Hobo John wants to pet my dogs (he loves the dogs. and i know i shouldn't let him pet the dogs because he'll probably end up smothering them, but anyway, you try telling a giant no.) and he's going to accidently snap my neck like a twig. great."
obviously that didn't happen. and i lived to tell another Hobo John Tale, which i would finish telling you about if i could quit interrupting myself.

so then he asks, "do you still have a boyfriend?"
"yes, john, i do."
and then he, and i swear, he yelled, "DANG IT!"
i was a bit startled. but i continued to cut up the box as if nothing amazingly insane was going on. he was quiet for a bit and then said, "if it weren't for bad luck i'd have no luck at all."
no shit. he said that. what, exactly, are you supposed to do in situations like this? you want to know what i did?
i tried to contact Mr. Fleegan through telekinesis. jimmy? jimmy, can you hear me? jimmy come home! Hobo John is about to kill me and IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! jimmy? jimmy! if i live through this we are SO PRACTICING telekinesis when you get home! you hear me?!

Hobo John then asked me a few creepy questions about my electric fence (how best to breech it. what?!) and then he said, "well, if things don't work out... i'll be around."
what. great. that's what i need. my very own lenny.
perfect. "tell me about the rabbits, jaimie."

1.22.06
my computer has been a jerk all weekend. it wouldn't defragment. what a big baby. anyway, tomorrow starts my big project. Making a Wall Look Like Leather.
oh well, how hard can it be?

um, nevermind.

it takes me forever to update this because i'm using Notepad to do it and i have to keep saving and refreshing the page to make sure it looks like it should. what a huge pain in the neck this is. tomorrow, i'm installing dreamweaver (how i hate that song with every molecule of my body) hopefully that will make my html life much easier. the only bad part is every time i see dreamweaver i'm going to get that blasted song caught in my head.
i just close my eyes...again...climbed aboard the NOOOOOOoooooOOOOoooo! DIE DIE DIE!

1.19.06
look at this new site design, huh? aren't you jealous? don't you wish laura was your friend? well, she's not your friend. in fact, she doesn't really like you.
you're just going to have to deal with it.

but anyway, back to me, look at the site! look at how new and awesome it looks!
i've got two words for it: fresh; scrumtrelescent.
if there were three words it would be hot.
hot and fresh and scrumtrelescent.
and fleegany. four words.
with extra green. the giant green stripe on the left is my gift to you.
actually i do plan to put stuff on the stripe. so don't get too attached to the blank green stripe. the jaimie giveth and the jaimie taketh away. the jaimie also hath too much caffiene.

1.18.06
i found out this evening that my grandfather is not doing well at all. he had open heart surgery recently and he was going back to have another proceedure to drain some fluid that had built up because of the surgery, they say that's pretty common, but apparently it wasn't fluid but in fact, blood...from his lungs? anyway, not good. so please put on your prayer hats for Papa Pickle.

this is becoming prayer chain blog isn't it?

i think i've finally kicked the stomach virus to the curb. good riddance. i slept like a log last night. in fact, i slept through my alarm today. i woke up at 9am. "oh no! i'm late!"
Toonces was all, "no shit, get outta my bed."
the cat isn't very understanding.

laura has designed a new look for the site. it will be very modcore. so look forward to that soon. i don't know how to change it or i'd do it myself.

there's a lady at the holy house named betty bean. she steals other people's newspapers. it's so cute.

1.17.06
no headache today. woot. but i nearly shit my pants twice today. lemme tell ya, this stomach thing is the pits. but i think i'm nearly over it. tatdow.

i think i've finally (FINALLY) gotten a "technique" at bowling now. if you'll remember (and how could you forget?) i rolled a 108 last week. this week i rolled a 114, 121, and 120. bowling is lots more fun when you're knocking most of the pins down.

the new hershey's kissables (it's like an m&m) are good. they're nearly as good as those awesome cadbury's mini-eggs. nearly. wait, what am i saying? nothing is nearly as good as those mini-eggs. those things rock easter hard. derp.

one of the awesome old dudes at the Holy House is in bad shape and his kidneys have shut down. he is one of my favorite people at the House. i don't know his real name; i don't think anyone does, but he goes by Scooter. he is so sweet and funny and i can never tell what he's saying. everyone pray for Scooter.

reefer log:
tracheostomy necklace
chickapay

1.16.06
i can't shake this stomach thing. it also comes with an awesome headache. and i've run out of tylenol and advil. tomorrow i shall make a purchase.
i've had a hard time focusing on simple tasks. it's embarassing 'cos i keep doing stupid things in front of people. por exemplo: i was going to warm up some soup. so i put it in a bowl and was going ot put it in the microwave and instead i opened up the 'fridge and started to put my soup in it and i stopped 'cos i was all, "wait, this isn't right..." and mom saw me.

i had a run-in with Crazy Margaret today and i wanted to push her into traffic just so i could get away from her. as soon as i walked out the door she says, "jaimie! jaimie! your dogs are barking at me 'cos they smell the pigeon blood!"
i can't take this first thing in the morning. "what."
"there was a dead pigeon in the road a cat must've gotten it so i threw it away over there and i guess your dogs are barking at me 'cos they can smell the blood."
"margaret, they're barking at you because you're at the fence and you keep barking at them."
"no! they can smell the blood yesterday there was a dead rat in the road and they kept barking at it because they wanted it but i threw is over in that yard it's over there."
"okay," i said as i got in my car to go to work. she started walking down the sidewalk so i figured she got the hint and was leaving. as i start to pull up she's right there at the side of my car! (!!!) and she's holding up the dead rat for me to see! "gahh! margaret! put that thing down!"
"well, at least i didn't put in the fence with the dogs."
"do NOT put dead animals in my yard, margaret." i finally managed to pull out of the driveway.

God bless margaret. bless her far from my house.

in better news, i managed to watch an episode of the squidbillies last night. and it was another funny one. sometimes they're not funny. in this one the dad, Early, had to get a job. oh man, it was so funny.

1.14.06
i'm sick. stomach thing.
it hurts. muchos diarheos.
dios mio, mang.

fiddy. what? again?
i know!

reefer log:
jaimie deen i think that's paula deen's son, only he spells it Jamie.
jaimie pickle this is some bitchy internet slut
nooges nooges!
pickle ornament story
jaimie hammer yeah, that's jamie hammer, and no.

1.12.06
there was a wine tasting event at The Grind this evening. LBC and i went to support our friend scotty. who was putting on the Wine Show and because...free wine.
hells yeah. (or is it hell's yeah?)
the wines were dessert wines. so most of them were too sweet to really say, "hey, i could drink a whole glass of that!" no. but it sure was fun to taste them all.
i left the tasting with heartburn, a headache, and two bottles.

last night i heard gun shots. yay. at first i was all, "was that a gun?" and then i was all, "i'll go outside and see what's going on." this is the part where a normal person would have said, "maybe you should call the police instead of going outside."
i went outside and BLAM BLAM BLAM! i ran back inside. guns are so loud. it was coming from 6th ave but the other 6th ave, not my 6th ave. my side is filled with crazies and old people. the other side is filled with...get this...hillbillies. i heard them talking today, these two old hillbillies, and they were listening to some kind of ancient AM gospel country station.

has anyone else watched any of the Country Boys thing on PBS this week? dad was all, "oh my gosh! it's like the squidbillies only real." he's right.

fiddy. that's right, 4 books and i'm only on week #2. this will, of course, taper off until i refuse to read another book for a whole month. not even magazines. i won't want to read street signs.

1.11.06
instead of someone pimping my ride, i need someone to pimp my windows. i'd love to have new windows put in my house. and i'm not an idiot who likes to change things, okay? i'd just love to have a couple of windows that actually open. you know, so i could let fresh air inside or scream at the dogs to stop barking instead of having to go all the way out to my deck and down the stairs to scream at the dogs. lord have mercy.
i am 2 seconds away from clicking "buy" on a shock collar for Roxy. and look, i love my dog, i love her more than i love any other dog ever. don't get me wrong, your dog is okay, but my dog is my dog and therefore i love her more. that's how it works. however, my patience, and no doubt the patience of my normal neighbors (Crazy Margaret and Crazy Lola don't count of course.) is waning thin, and i know i don't like to be kept up all night by my own barking dog, so i bet the neighbors are *this close* to either filing a complaint or taking matters into their own hands and poisoning my precious pooch.
my precious pain in the ass poop machine.

fiddy.

1.10.06
i was a bit more consistent in my bowling game tonight. still, it was a meager 108. pfft.

WEEKLY?!

if you need me i'll be here. i'll probably never post here or at the message board anymore ever, and you can forget about me reading 50 books.
so addictive!

1.09.06
i was going to blog about it but Mr. Fleegan beat me to it.

popsicle and i had lunch with LBC and the cakehole.
then in the evening Mr. Fleegan and i went to a movie and the only people in the theater were FA and SyKo. it was Friend Day!

wow, was this not the name-dropping blog or what?

i ordered the first 2 FullMetal Alchemist DVDs. got them on half.com for HALF PRICE, BABY! FYE wanted $30 for each. forget it. i can't justify spending $60 on anime. i don't even like spending $60 on good tennis shoes. which is why i buy the cheap ones at k-mart.
spendthrift!

OT keeps using the term time-burgular. and i love it. because we all know those people. Crazy Margaret is a time-burgular.

this morning started out with me trying to lift and move a railroad tie. so basically, the very first thing i did today hurt me. i hurt my back and smashed my hand. and one point, i have half the tie on the other tie (i was trying to stack them) and i look up, my face a nice purple-red, and Kaze is STANDING on the tie. i grunt out, "git yer ass off." she licked my purple face. "this is not a game. we're not playing! i hate you."
i'm sure the people in the office building across the street were laughing themselves silly, "hey! come look at what The Idiot is trying to do today!"

the weather is insane. i mean, i like the nice weather, but nothing good can come from it. it's just not normal to wear shorts in january. i live in alabama, not cuba. we're being set up for a blizzard aren't we?

1.08.06

i've been telling my friends about this crazy cartoon that comes on in the mornings (i wake up to it on my tv) called Yoko, Jakamoko, Toto! it's psychotic because they don't use real words. they just say their names a lot and laugh. like, the other morning, i woke up to one of them saying, "TIPPY TIPPY TOTO! TIPPY TIPPY TOTO!" OVER AND OVER. you can kind of get an idea of it by listening to the theme song. this song is way longer than the one they use to start the show, but the first 50 seconds or so are the same as the cartoon.

for reasons i cannot explain...i find myself watching the cartoon.
and laughing.

it's like BooBah except since it's a cartoon it's not nearly as creepy.

1.08.06

Get your own Boobie Names

reefer log:
bursting bras
pictures of flippy holding a gun
adultswim

1.06.06
i have so many books to read! people keep giving me books and recommending books and thank you everyone!
books books books.

lately i've been playing my guitar when i should be reading books!
but i did finish another book today.

fiddy.

1.05.06
i went to the St. Luke's meeting today. it was good to see some of the regulars and good to meet the people i had never met before. except for this one lady. i don't know her name and i've never seen her before but when i saw her i thought, "who is she? i know her. i don't like her. who is she?" and then i thought, "jaimie, you don't even know her. give her the benefit of the doubt." and then when she prayed out loud i thought, "nope, i don't like her." and then, "jaimie! stop being mean! you should be concentrating on praying! for crying out loud, who do you think you are anyway? at least she can pray out loud, which is more than i can say for you. you suck. now quit thinking and start praying!"

and then after the thing was over she came up and said something really fucking stupid (in my opinion, of course.) to someone, and i thought, "wow. i really don't like her. and, i don't think i have to."
geez, it's just like me to go to a "prayer meetin'" and start hating. and like i say, i don't even know the lady. but chances are, you wouldn't like her either.
see! i shouldn't say things like that!

the best part though, was that mike bynum was the speaker. and he did a terrific job. and let me tell ya, that's not an easy crowd to work with. well, to me it wouldn't be. i look at all the people in the room and think, "how did we get here?" honestly, we have nothing in common except Jesus. and what's weird is, that's all it takes, it actually works. how about that? mikeb can work a crowd, he's laidback and really funny. but what's so great is God works through him. every time i hear him speak he always says something that blows me away. and it's always something so simple. it's not some grandiose explanatory mumbo-jumbo. it's the simplest thing. and it's good and true. and he loves people. he actually LOVES people. and that is so amazing to me. God is amazing. thank you, God, for Mike Bynum. and thank you, Mike Bynum for doing what you do.

i hope that one day i'll love people too. i really mean that.

after the speaking came the praying. and the Old Guy says, "how about someone who hasn't annointed anyone with oil before come up and do it." and i thought, "oh hell, that's probably me. i'm the only one who's new. shit. piss. no!"
so i got up and did it and i was going to pray something out loud, but i couldn't because i'm an idiot and i'm terrified of speaking out loud in those situations. do you want to know why? i'm afraid i'll speak in tongues. how dumb is that? honestly. 'cos in my head? i was praying for things. i was thinking prayer thoughts (this was before i was hating on that lady.) and i wanted to say, "you know, i'm praying for you. i'm asking for healing and blessings and peace. i just don't want to say it out loud 'cos i'm afraid it will sound like, ALALABAHPALALALAKAMALABALA! anyway, peace."

and you might ask yourself, gosh, would it be so bad to speak in tongues? is it worth it to lessen your prayer life because of a fear? a fear of something that's never happened to you before? are you just being lazy? do you really think you'd speak in tongues?
yes! no. shut up. no! i wouldn't put it past God.

but i'm looking at it this way, i give myself points for going up there and doing the oil thing especially on a stranger!

i will have a dream tonight about my teeth falling out.

***

i'm trying to make Dan and Florrie a CD. they had me listen to a Jennifer Warnes album (as in, vinyl. yay!) and it was her covering Leonard Cohen. and we talked about how awesome his lyrics are and how his songs make you feel things (well, they do.). so i'm trying to make them a CD of songs i love because of the lyrics. i'm running into problems ("problems" as in, don't we all wish our "problems" were picking out songs? sheesh.) because i like too many songs. if you're ever with me in a car or in a store or in a restaurant and a song comes on you'll probably hear me say, "oh! that's my favorite song ever!" please, don't believe me. because in another two songs i'll be all, "oh! THIS is my FAVORITE! SONG! OF ALL!"
"wait, i thought your favorite was "Son of a Preacher Man"?"
"what? oh man! that's a GREAT SONG! i LOVE that song! dude, everyone, EVERYONE should own Dusty in Memphis. it should be mandatory. why am i not in charge?!"
"i could take a guess."

so i'm having to limit myself here on this CD. and it's driving me crazy. so i think i've finally given up on putting any Gov't Mule or Ani DiFranco songs on it. i'll just have to make them 3 CDs. one with Ani, one with the Mule, and one with random. the random one, i've decided, will have songs that make me feel something. no really, i feel things sometimes.

so far, i have 3 songs. i know, perhaps i limited myself too much? nah.
1. "One More Cup of Coffee" by Bob Dylan (weird and creepy!)
2. "Maybe This Time" performed by Liza Minnelli (don't judge me! oh, shut your laugh hole.)
3. "When I Was a Boy" by Dar Williams (i cry everytime i hear this one. why am i crying? it is so sweet.)

i'm still deciding which Pink Floyd song to add, either "Sorrow" or "High Hopes". i also can't figure out which Tori song to use. i haven't listened to any old Tori in so long i can't remember which ones i really liked. was it "Silent All These Years"?

and here's another toughie, Pearl Jam. "Given to Fly" or "Release"? or neither. i'm trying to find one without the 'fuck' word in it. "Given" has it, "Release" doesn't. so that might be the deal on that one.

and then what do you do with the ones that you love, but you know everyone has already heard the song a million times. like, for instance, "Impossible Dream".
shut. up.
i love that song. when i hear it i feel like i can actually change the world.
i hate you.
or what about Dylan's "The Times They Are A-Changin'"? everyone's heard that one. leave it off? maybe use a cover?

or maybe i should go do something actually constructive.

1.03.06
my e-mail is acting very screwy. all of the new e-mails i get are going to the bottom of my inbox (which really needs to be cleaned out but who has the time for that?) and they're going to the bottom because it says that those e-mails are being sent from 2002.

how did this happen? i've NEVER heard of this.

i mowed the lawn today. when i finshed i had dog poop all over my shoes, socks, and pants. my lawn looks pretty good. very green. i sowed rye grass in the fall.

i can't concentrate on blogging right now, i'm going to go play guitar.

1.02.06
TODAY. FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME. IN MY LIFE. I. JAIMIE PICKLE. SHOT. A. GUN.

wow. i should have made that one of my goals and then i'd be all, "hell, it's only been two days and i've already scratched a goal of my 2006 list. TATDOW!"

Dante called and asked what i was doing today and i said nothing and he asked if i wanted to go with him and shoot guns and i said well i dunno i mean i'm scared of guns and okay sure. it was a REAL GUN! with REAL BULLETS! and REAL SOUND! it was a .22 revolver and it looked like a COWBOY GUN! i know! a revolver! as in, Colonel Mustard in the Billiard Room with the revolver!

to Gun People a .22 revolver is probably = to a sissy gun. but the thing you must remember is Gun People are weird.

anyway Dante taught me how to load it and unload it and cock the hammer and it was dual and single er...dual and single something. like one you just pull the trigger and the other you pulled the hammer back and then hit the trigger. cocking the hammer and then pulling the trigger is much easier than just the trigger. anyway, whatever. i shot a gun.

oh! and i hit the target! like, most of the time! i even hit the bullseye too. and also Dante said i had a good grouping! i should take a picture of one of my targets so you can see my grouping!

then when we were done with the shooting we went back to his house and Florrie made the best dinner in the world. i think she makes the best food because she loves the people she feeds. you should totally go over to their house for dinner some time. you won't be disappointed.

i spent over 8 hours with the nooges today. what a crazy fun gun day!
whoa, but why was it 80 degrees outside?
IT'S THE END TIMES. SWEATING IN JANUARY AND JAIMIE SHOT A GUN.

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so far, i've had two of the weirdest dreams ever. yesterday's was in 4 parts. i played 4 different people in 4 different senarios. the common denominator? i was chased by 4 different things. lots of running. i was tired when i woke up and my arms were numb. yay!

today's dream was crazier. it took place during the u.s. civil war. we were there. the dudes were soldiers. i don't think i could type it out in 4,000 words or less. just know that i woke up all, "what the? did i fall asleep watching a war movie?"

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my 5 favorite books that i read last year:
1. Pascal's Wager by Nancy Rue
2. Fast Food Nation: The Dark Side of the All-American Meal by Eric Schlosser
3. The Keeners by Maura D. Shaw
4. A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews

uh, i guess i only had 4 favorites.

i guess i'm going to try to read 50 books this year. i was thinking of cutting the number down to 30. but since i didn't make it to 50 last year i feel like i should try it again. liz gave me 3 books for christmas so i'm totally set. it'll be easy. sha right. i noticed looking back on what i read last year that i read a lot of crap in the form of kay hooper novels. i'll try to fix that this year. well, i say that... and the book i just finished is a novel based on the cartoon FullMetal Alchemist. so there you go. the spirit is willing but the brain is weak. what? i read a book based on Anime? who am i and what have i done with the real jaimie?

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