It's been a little while since I've been on here. Not because my life wasn't filled with stories, but because I didn't want to be on here. Anyway, I found this and thought it would be fun to do, so here goes:

So this is a fun little thing where you put your iPod on shuffle, and whatever song plays is the song that you write down. And no cheating!

Opening Credits:

Waking Up: Call me the Breeze by Lynyrd Skynyrd

First Day at School: It's all been done by Barenaked Ladies.

Falling In Love: Warehouse by DMB...haha

Fight Song: Is this Love by Bob Marley

Breaking Up: Lady, Your Roof Brings me Down by Scott Weiland

Prom: Portland, Oregon by Loretta Lynn and Jack White

Life: Black Water by The Doobies

Mental Breakdown: hahah We Can Work it Out by The Beatles

Driving: What a Good Boy by Barenaked Ladies (??)

Flashback: Can't Stop by DMB....fitting if they were drug induced flashbacks

Getting Back Together: jeez...One Sweet World by DMB

Wedding: Traffic in the Sky by Jack Johnson

Birth of Child: ha The Horizon has been Defeated by Jack Johnson

Final Battle: Minute by Minute the Doobies

Death Scene: Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank by BNL

Funeral Song: Rockin Down the Highway by the Doobies....nice!

End Credits: Down by the River by Neal Young

Wasn't that fun? I think I should have cheated on a few of these....but some of them are strangely accurate. Makes me feel like the MLB is watching.....(Simpson's? No? Fine!)

Happy New Year Everyone!!

Last night I caught a glimpse into my future if I don't make some changes to myself starting today. Through a series of unfortunate events, we ended up at a local bar that we don't particularly like, but we were with friends so it was good. We were originally going downtown to a slightly better bar. Really the only difference in the two were the age of the people.

So there we were, sitting in the dining area which is right near the 'dance floor'. My friend Steph turns to us and says "there we are in 25 years, friends" We all turn to look and see couples dancing and a few circle of girls dancing. The youngest person out there was at least 45. We all just stared for a little....it was a real eye opener. I don't want to be at a bar with someone who dances like they are on fire. I don't want to be old and dance like I am on fire. I looked over at J1 and saw fear in her eyes. But then the free Champagne toast came and I had my usual two glasses, so we were ok. And this year all of the liquid stayed in the glass and didn't end up on my shirt!

The night ended with Doug looking frantically for his missing fiance. She was pie-ied and went to wait for him in the car. When he got there she wasn't. He and P.J. started looking outside around the shopping center (the bar is in a shopping center!). Steph went back in the bar to look in the bathrooms but was drawn to the dance floor to dance to 'Hey Ya' by Outcast. The Boy and J1 went to the bar to look for her in pint and shot glasses (she wasn't there). I sat outside in case she turned up, but really I just wanted to eat Steph's wings and smoke a cigarette.

We finally found her. She had wondered to an ice cream shop at the end of the shopping center because she wanted ice cream. When she saw it was closed at 1am, she simply sat to relax a little. Doug took her straight to the car and home, while P.J. went to the bathroom to throw up.

All in all it was a good night.

Remembering Santa

Since Christmas has now come and gone, I wanted to remember the weeks of preparation, the sweat and tears that goes into one day out of the year.

I remember when I first found out that Santa is not real. I was in 5Th grade (a little old, no?). I knew that the Santa's at the mall weren't real, they were his helpers. But I also knew that there was no way my parents could get up in the middle of the night and lug all those gifts under the tree by themselves! I surely would have heard them. And where would they have hidden the gifts during the year? I was a very good snoop, and would have found the gifts, which I never did.

Now my parents did give us gifts along with Santa. That was cool. As I grew older, I thought, No way does one man have the room or the time for delivering all those gifts. The it hit me...He only delivers what we find in our stockings! How simple! Our parents must do the shopping for Santa, and he just delivers the little stuff. I never talked about it with my parents; I didn't want them to know that I knew the truth.

So, one bright and early Christmas morning, as I got my stocking down and opened the gifts, I received something that I had been wanting for a very long time....a Koosh Ball. Remember those? Did I spell it right?

"Mom!" I exclaimed. "Look!"

"I know!" she said with a smile "I got the last one at the store"


My heart sank. They were right.....all my friends who said Santa isn't real were right. I pulled her aside and asked her, once and for all, if he was real. She looked at me, and as her little girl grew up just a little more, she said "no"

I wasn't sad. I also didn't feel more grown up for knowing the truth.

We put these things called Soft Paws on my cat about a month or so ago...they are plastic covers for his nails so he won't scratch shit up. They are awesome....he likes them and I like them, and the Boy's furniture really likes them. I fully recommend them.

This morning I was getting ready in the bathroom when I heard my cat biting his nails. He's done this since he was a kitten....most cats do. But he bites his nails like a person does; it's a habit for him. Maybe he learned it by watching me. So anyway, he bit one off! THEN, he started eating it! So I took it away and said "no little man, no!". I left a note with the soft paw for The Boy to see it when he woke up. When he got it he called me to let me know there is only one nail covered on the cat; the rest are gone. I really hope he didn't eat them all. It's going to be gross.

There is a girl my age that I work with. She is probably 4'9'' with heals on. She's not a 'little person' but she sure is tiny. She is also not very proportionate....her torso is very short and her legs longer. She also has an ass that you can sit a cup on. Lately I've been wondering what's going to happen when she becomes pregnant. Where is the baby going to go? Is she going to topple over? Well, if the lady that's all arms and torso that pushes herself around on a skate board can have a baby, then so can the girl I work with. I've been thinking about this for like 2 months now, and I really want to talk with her about it!

Moving along....

Tonight some friends and I are going to watch the Boy and some friends bowl. At a non-alcoholic bowling alley. What's the point of no alcohol? This weekend will be a good one; today is good and I have a good feeling about this weekend.

I leave in about 3 hours to go to NJ for Thanksgiving...spending it with T's family. I don't like calling him T. One of my oldest friends name is Victoria. When her younger sister started talking, she couldn't say Victoria, all she would say was T. S o calling my boyfriend T makes me think of Victoria. From here on out I will call him Boy

So we're driving up there, leaving here at 6pm. if we are lucky, we'll get there by last call at the local bar, but I think it'll be more like 3am. Then I get to wake up at maybe 9 and help the women of the family cook. Yay!

I am looking forward to it though. I get to meet his brother's now fiance...they got engaged about 2 weeks ago. Nobody in the family likes her, especially Boy. I hope someone throws something. No I don't, but I do expect to see some sideways glances coming from the whole family. There will 16 of us eating, 9 of us staying at his parents house.

I'm just glad they like coffee.

I want to start a book club.

But not a dumb one.

And I want a lot of people to be in it. I don't necessary need us to discuss it once a month, board meeting style. I just like the thought of like 10 of my friends reading the same book. Then one of us can call another and be like "Why did J2 pick this book? The main character lacks meaning" then a week later, the same people talking "And when Sammy went around the back of the house to see his brother with Mandy! Do you think the author was pulling that from his own life?"

And then begins the book chats.

Each of us picks a different book each month. If you have the time to read it, great. If you don't, that's ok too. It hopefully will be a fun thing, not a burden.