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Friday, February 6th, 2004

It's FRIDAY!! I can't tell you how excited I am about that. This weekend, Baret, myself and a gaggle of friends are going camping. "Camping" for us entails renting an 8-10 person cabin in one of Louisiana's beautiful state parks. Everyone has a certain meal they are responsible for (Baret & I have "Saturday lunch", for example) and everyone brings their own booze. It promises to be a fun time.

In other blogger-world news, one of my favorite bloggers, Dooce is officially a first-time mama. Hop on over and meet Leta Elise, one cute, froggy baby. I, as many others, have been following Dooce's pregnancy along with her as she posted about it throughout her nine months. Thanks to the Armstrong family for sharing their gestation period with us - I actually learned alot, and, if I ever end up with child myself, I now know a few things to expect. Congratulations you guys!

I've also added a new link, Daryl's This Is The Shit blog tackles very important issues, and he has a brilliant way of bringing these issues to light. It's definitely worth a read.

And, though I would like to post more, I just got a call that my darling Baret has (somehow) locked himself out of the house - whilst his car keys are securely locked in the house. So I'm off to explain that one to my boss, and go save his silly ass. If I don't come back before the day is out, have a great weekend.

The Drive Home

Thursday, January 22nd, 2004

A few things of note, on the commute home.

I was behind this huge, maroon Lincoln Town Car. Whilst waiting at a red light, I tried to decipher their license plate, which read "CHOKOLIT". My post-work brain churns at a slower pace than at peak hours, so it took me awhile to realize it said "Chocolate" and not "Choke On It". Looking up for the first time to see its occupants, I expected to see a black person who was proud of their ethnicity and claimin' it; I wasn't prepared to see an old white-haired couple wearing spectacles.

However, nothing could have amused me more than the young fellow mowing the lawn of a small eatery next to the highway. Might I add, at quitting time, this is a busy (in other words, LOUD) highway. Add this to the fact that he was on a (LOUD) ride-mower and one has to wonder how he was able to hear any of the conversation coming from the cell phone glued to his ear. I know people do just about everything while yakking on the phone these days, but mowing the grass? Trust me, dude, you're going to have to call back anyway, because unless you have the hearing abilities of a canine, you missed the majority of that conversation. I'd put money on it. Put the cell phone down.

So how is everyone planning to spend the Chinese New Year? For us on this side of the planet, the New Moon (and therefore, the CNY) was actually yesterday. But my friends and I celebrate it every year at the same time our Oriental brothers & sisters do. We'll be drinking it up at our favorite Chinese buffet restaurant, The Great Wall in honor of 2004 - The Year of the Monkey. Did anyone else notice the cute little monkeys adorning the "Google" search page?

So I'm off to take a nap before the evening's festivities - it's going to be a late night. My sweety returns late this evening from a three-day jaunt out of town on business, so I'm crossing my fingers that I'll be up all nite havin' some good, old-fashioned, baby-I-missed-you sex. (Keep your fingers crossed for me!)

Friends, the Family You Choose

Tuesday, November 25th, 2003

It's good to have goals in life. I've just made up a new one for myself. It is my goal to own the entire Future Sounds of Jazz and Om Lounge CD collections. I got the original "Future Sounds of Jazz" back in 1999 and it's still one of my favorite CDs.

I've been noticing an alarming trend on TV lately. There is an abundance of commercials aimed at teaching parents how to be...well, parents. Let me repeat that - they have commercials teaching parents how to be parents. It's utterly obvious that parenting skills in this day and age aren't what they used to be (damn that no-spanking bullshit that started it all!), but you know it's gotten out of hand when the gov'mt feels the need to make public messages on TV offering up good parenting skills. That's just bad.

This life has taught me many things, but one of the more important lessons was that you don't have to be blood to be family. Mrs. Elsie and her brother, who we called Beep-Beep, lived across the street from my grandparents all of my life. They lived there when my mother and uncle were growing up as well. Mrs. Elsie and Beep-Beep were our family - they came over every holiday and we loved them like we would have any other family member. When they both went to live in separate nursing homes a few towns away, we still went to pick them up and brought them to spend the holidays with us. When Beep-Beep passed away a few years ago, it was my family who saw to all the arrangements and paid for his funeral. It was we that put "Beep-Beep" on his headstone, and we that lovingly bring flowers on the important holidays. Now Mrs. Elsie is very ill and in the hospital. We go to visit her, and she sometimes cries telling us how much she loves us. The nurses always ask, "Are you family?" Well yes, and no. We are in every way that counts, but my grandfather still had to lie to one nurse and say he was a cousin to get information on her condition.

The point of all this is that your friends and close loved ones are sometimes more your family than the one you were born into. I have always believed that these people are the "family you choose". Think about all of the people that are special in your life who are not blood related. This is the special family you have chosen - the people you have in your life because they make it a better place. Maybe you should give some of them a call.

With that, I'm outta here for the evening. Hope you have a nice one.

When There is No “Undo”

Friday, September 5th, 2003

Do you know what I do when something I'm working on goes up in a puff of smoke?

Nothing.

When I'm working on a story/essay/thought/gripe and MS Word just decides to have an "Internal Error" and zap me back to my desktop, not even bothering to come back with a backup of my work...I abandon whatever it is I was writing on. If I'm typing an email and suddenly lose it (this has happend), I never re-type it, I never respond; I do nothing.

I've no idea where this apathy in finishing something that is lost comes from. But if it up and disappears, I lose all interest in it.

So it is with great pain that I do the same thing here - because I really needed some advice. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel like rehashing. For now, I've moved on. Tomorrow, tomorrow I'll post about the impending visit with "the ex" and my soon-to-be-new-roomie-and-possible-boyfriend. Ugh. Could we just fast-foward to next weekend?

As for tonight, my Friday evening looks not very promising. Baret, my usual weekend-buddy, is walking in a wedding in Lafayette. (I swear, I don't know what's up with those coonasses, already this year he's walked in two weddings, become a godfather at a baptism, and attended a funeral). I have no money (only because I don't have my ATM card with me), no food and no liquor in the house. No, I take that back - I don't have food I want or my liquor of choice in the house. My friends are having a little get together down the road and I'm feeling too anti-social to attend..plus I'm not fond of freeloading off their booze. The upcoming visit by the ex has me frazzled...I just want to be at home.

So it's looking like red wine alone and the thousandeth viewing of Practical Magic for me. Oh, shut-up, I love that movie. When I first moved in here, I'd get drunk on red wine and watch it almost every night with my friend, Patrick. (He doesn't like it - he was just hoping the wine buzz would kick in enough to let him get frisky with me).

Anyway, off to come up with some indigenous way to haul a bottle of red wine and a wine glass up the stairs (the VCR is on the TV up here). You get pretty creative living in a loft apartment with crutches, let me tell you. My backpack has replaced my arms for holding things, and I've gotten some very nimble fingers from grasping onto things whilst still holding the sticks. In fact, if you ever want some buff upper arms, walk on crutches for a year. My muscles are so big I like to joke that I look like a linebacker on estrogen. Anyways,, peace, love and wine my friends. Have a great weekend.

Diamond in the Rough

Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

It's almost lunch!! Though I can't complain - the day has been speeding by; due, I'm sure, to the fact that I've spent most of it re-designing the layout of this blogger (you like?). Well, fuck ya if you don't; really doesn't matter to me.

I also spent some time away from designing (because I had a damn headache) and browsing other Bloggers....which is like wading through an over-stuffed junk drawer. Lots of useless crap and broken thingamajigs to dig through before you can find an actual gem.

That's just how I happened on Rose just last nite. I'd hit up her Blogger a few days earlier and was quite impressed; we shared a lot of similar views and she had a way of just writing about her everyday life that was absorbing. When I saw she was online, I sent her an IM - surprising her that I wasn't another Internet horndog looking for sex or pictures of "boobs".

Which brings me to the point of this seemingly pointless drivel...the influx of idiots I've had to deal with online since restoring my instant messaging programs has been, well, overwhelming - which reminded me why I got rid of them in the first place years ago. I got so agitated, that I wrote a rant about it; which I posted on my website (shameless self-plug there). I realized that, on my website, my rants hardly never get read. Most of the people that go there just get in long enough to see that I have tits in my photo gallery before IMing me wanting to see photos of them. And I'm proud of my opinionated, bitchy little rants - they were the main reason I created the site in the first place - sooooo - I decided I'd start publishing them here. They might have a better chance of getting read on a Blogger than sitting on my way-too-much-crap-on-it-the-first-place website (I can't stop!). And, not that you care but just for reference anyway, I'll distinguish between a regular post and a rant by putting the title of Rant at the top of those particular posts. Just so you know.

With that, I bid you farewell....at least for a few hours.