5.30.07
last night my parents and i went to the bar to hear liz sing. during the winter we go bowling on tuesday nights so we don't get to hear her that often. but during the summer, we don't bowl, so there's really no excuse for not hearing liz. it's been said (many times, many ways) that liz is a good singer. so i'm not going to say it again. no need to give her the big head. but i will say that i do feel lucky that i get to hear her either at the bar or when she leads worship at church.

and i also feel lucky when i get to stand behind her and play bass at church, and not just because i get to hear her sing, but because i think she's a good worship leader and i see that she's becoming a great worship leader. it's an honor for me to get to help her with worship, and it's made sweeter that she's one of my great friends. it's like having a front row seat to seeing something amazing hapen to one of your favorite people.

okay, enough with the liz.

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at the bar dad and i drank many Blue Moons on draft. i forgot to have dinner and so i came home rather stumbly and numbfaced thinking, "ah crap. this'll suck tomorrow."

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i had one of the most complicated dreams i've ever had last night. it was so complicated that it was like a two hour movie complete with soundtrack/score and starring no one i know or have ever heard of. complete strangers. in my dream movie.

the dreamovie started out with an older couple who were traveling across all over. they were in a car with maps and hats and cameras hanging on their necks doing the traveling that ambitious retirees do. their parts in the dream were always in black and white. these parts never really seem to fit with what was going on in the actual "plot" of the dream.

so this "plot" was there's this guy who used to be very good looking. he was the son of very rich people. he was in a wreck of some sort and now has two healing scars right on his face. on his mouth in fact. one was on his bottom lip and the other was on the top lip (one was on the left and one was on the right). he was still handsome, just, you know...with these deepish scars. all this guy wanted to do with his life was be in toothpaste commercials.

yeah, i know.

he was always carrying around his head shots, passing them out to agents and tv people and such. well, of course no one wanted him in a toothpaste commercial. if his scars had been on his arms or legs or stomach or pretty much anywhere else on his body he'd be perfect for toothpaste commercials, but as it was, with the scars on his mouth...he got no work. he was bitter but not to be deterred he decided what he needed to do was go to Egypt to make toothpaste commercials over there.

so he goes to Egypt. oddly, the Egyptian Oil Company hires him to do toothpaste commercials for them. he's very excited. he gets to the set and they start filming and so all's he's gotta do is open the tube of toothpaste, squeeze it onto the brush, and brush his teeth. so he opens the tube and squeeze the paste and it comes out but it's not like our toothpaste. what it's like is the color of nyQuil...the green one, and it has the smell and consistency of that dark brown dandruff shampoo...you know the one...kinda runny, but thicker than regular shampoo and it smells like tar because there's actually tar in the shampoo? yeah, anyway that. that's what comes out of the tube.

the guy is so grossed out and upset that the toothpaste is not like our toothpaste he starts to bitch about it. the Egyptian Oil Company starts to get mad and then the old man and lady from the black and white parts of the dreamovie show up and she says something like, "well, what did you expect? it's Egypt." and then, RIGHT THEN the alarm clock goes off and i'm jerked awake by Toto (chris, i'm not lying. you can ask jimmy; he was there.) screaming about the rain in Africa.

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at the bar, chris told me that Toto was very popular in mexico.

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when i turned off the alarm i got up to wirte this down so i wouldn't forget the dream. so i come in here and write down the keywords on an index card. when i woke up later i checked out what i wrote:
dream
movie
old couple
young rich kid
beat up face
Egypt oil co.
toothpaste ads
toothpaste like dandruff shampoo
old couple keep popping up for no reason
it ends with the old lady saying somthing random
TOTO 6AM

after i wrote the list i went back to bed all mad and grumbly. jimmy asked, "hangover?"
"mmmmno... i'm still drunk. i'll be hungover this afternoon."

5.29.07
fiddy.

hope you guys had a great Memorial Day holiday!

5.22.07
i miss you guys. i feel like we haven't really talked in weeks.

book title of the day: Helen Hath No Fury

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toonces hurt her leg/paw last week. she likes to get behind the dryer and i guess she landed too hard on it. she's still limping and holding her paw up all pathetic like.
and yes, i planned on taking her to the vet seeing as how she's STILL gimpy, but i couldn't manage to get her in the cat carrier (that i still have, sorry kris and laura). i tried, Lord knows, but i'm at a disadvantage even though she's the crippled one. she has teeth and claws, and i'm basically soft and pink. you try shoving a tazmanian devil into a box.

so i guess she's not too bad off seeing as how she can run from me when she has to. although, it's the saddest run ever. all hobbley and weird. the odd thing is, when she's laying around i can pick up her gimp paw and squeeze it and pet it and she has not problem. so i'm wondering if maybe it hurts like at the shoulder? but i can pet her there too. the old bitch is pro'ly faking.

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i went to the local humane society's website. they have a dalmatian. it has taken all my willpower not to go down there and get a pal for Roxy. Mr. Fleegan said it was okay for me to get another dog. but NO. we can't afford 3 vet bills, 3 frontlines, and 2 heartgards every month. of course, a dalmatian wouldn't need grooming cos she has short hair so i'd be saving money there. NO! STOP! FOOL!

5.20.07

fiddy

5.16.07
fiddy

sorry for no updates. i've just been working, sleeping, and/or hungover. beer is my wonderful friend.

5.09.07

i forgot yesterday's book title of the day: Suture Self
it's bad but i kinda like that one.

it was nice to watch a Yanks game on tv this evening. and as an even nicer bonus: they won.
which, while true they usually beat Texas, i wasn't confident till the last out. you know how the Yanks can blow it at the end with some shitty pitching.

during the seventh inning stretch of the game liz called asking me to name the 5 simple machines...to settle a bet.

i love my friends.

(before you freak out on me and insist that there are 6 simple machines, i was taught that the inclined plane and the wedge were considered the same.)

5.08.07
fuddy. i mean, fiddy.

i can't believe i've only read 19 books so far. am i forgetting one or ten? it seems like i've read OODLES and OODLES of strawberries books. (bonus points for knowing where that's from.)

5.06.07
was your cinco de mayo as fun as mine?

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i YET AGAIN washed and dried a chapstick in the laundry. ruined TWO MORE of my shirts. a red chapstick too.
the shirts are wrecked. i'm so mad i could vomit nails.

then at lunch i bit my lip. it bled a little. how dumb. i'm so mad. i must have pms cos these "little things" are REALLY pissing me off. especially the damn melted chapstick. piss.

5.01.07
new weekly.

5.01.07
i received 2 awesome spam mails yesterday.

1 was from "connie jacklin"
subject: We ain't fightin' these Japs just because they happen to be Japs.

In the translation of poetry, there is never a final word.

2 was from "gong Mijovic"
subject: For a moment she hesitated.

After logging on to another machine using FTP, you are not actually on the remote machine.

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anyone?

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the strange part being that after i wrote this i couldn't update the site because i could not login to the server through the FTP thingie. damn fortune cookie e-mail.