The weirdest thing happened this evening. I took about a 90-minute nap and I had a dream. A guy that I grew up with, who I probably haven't seen in at least 10 years, was in the dream. Anyway, I forgot all about it when I woke up. Later, I go to Subway for supper and he is there. The instant I saw him, I remembered that he was in my dream.
What could that possibly mean?
"There ain't nobody who can show you how, to find the surface when you're underground. There ain't no blanket that can hide this cold. There ain't no memory that ever gets old..."
Monday, May 16, 2005
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Beach pics
And we're back. I'll blog more tomorrow. For now, here are a few pics from Gulf Shores/Orange Beach '05:
Wish you were here.
The pink pony... repaired and open for business.
And the frisbee game was no more :-( Just a little tetanus. Maybe a little gangrene.
Gov. Bob Riley: "Everything is back to normal. We welcome everybody down to Alabama's beaches." Errr, yeah. Sure.
I'm not sure why I would have taken this picture. Hmmm.
If only. What?
There would normally be lots of people in this shot.
The view from our room... if you craned your neck around the corner and held on to the balcony with one hand while singing Camptown Races.
"You can run and you can hide, but I'm not leaving 'less you come with me. We had our problems, but I'm on your side. You're all I need. Please believe in me..."
Wish you were here.
The pink pony... repaired and open for business.
And the frisbee game was no more :-( Just a little tetanus. Maybe a little gangrene.
Gov. Bob Riley: "Everything is back to normal. We welcome everybody down to Alabama's beaches." Errr, yeah. Sure.
I'm not sure why I would have taken this picture. Hmmm.
If only. What?
There would normally be lots of people in this shot.
The view from our room... if you craned your neck around the corner and held on to the balcony with one hand while singing Camptown Races.
"You can run and you can hide, but I'm not leaving 'less you come with me. We had our problems, but I'm on your side. You're all I need. Please believe in me..."
Friday, May 13, 2005
Frisbees and tankinis
Well, boys and girls, I'm off to the beach! I'm trading in my tennis shoes for some sandals and heading down to Gulf Shores for the weekend. I can't wait feel the warm ocean breeze and bury my feet in the sand. There's always that old familiar feeling when I get there. It's like the ocean is asking me why I've been away for so long. Always feels like comin' home.
I'll leave you with a beach flashback from 3 or 4 years ago. Shane and I were throwing frisbee on the beach, and we were probably about twenty-five yards away from each other. After awhile, I threw it and it started heading directly for this couple who were walking down the beach. It was like the entire thing was happening in slow motion. It was heading directly for them, like a heat-sinking missile and I could tell there was no way it was going to miss them. They didn't see it at all, because they were a good ten to fifteen yards off to the right of Shane. Well, at the last minute it began to sink. The girl was carrying a camera, and it was dangling on a strap from her left hand. Amazingly, the frisbee clipped the camera, knocking it right out of her hand without touching her. Well, my first thought was... lawsuit. But they were cool about it and everything turned out OK. Whew!
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I'll try and bring back some pictures, and maybe a new girlfriend... or just some pictures. Whichever.
"Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Take me home..."
I'll leave you with a beach flashback from 3 or 4 years ago. Shane and I were throwing frisbee on the beach, and we were probably about twenty-five yards away from each other. After awhile, I threw it and it started heading directly for this couple who were walking down the beach. It was like the entire thing was happening in slow motion. It was heading directly for them, like a heat-sinking missile and I could tell there was no way it was going to miss them. They didn't see it at all, because they were a good ten to fifteen yards off to the right of Shane. Well, at the last minute it began to sink. The girl was carrying a camera, and it was dangling on a strap from her left hand. Amazingly, the frisbee clipped the camera, knocking it right out of her hand without touching her. Well, my first thought was... lawsuit. But they were cool about it and everything turned out OK. Whew!
Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! I'll try and bring back some pictures, and maybe a new girlfriend... or just some pictures. Whichever.
"Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty. Take me home..."
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
Deforestation?
I've debated on whether or not to pose this question here, but as usual, posting it has won out over keeping it to myself. The thing is, I have been thinking about shaving my chest, at least for the summer. I've never done it before, so it is a major decision for me. I mean, it's the nineties, right? I know that better than anyone. It's Hammer time!
So I am looking for any opinions you may have on the subject. I am especially interested in the female response. Would you date a guy who shaves his chest? Do you prefer him to shave it? Perhaps you prefer a "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Or could you not care less? To shave or not to shave, that is the question. I would like to know what you think. Thanks.
"Now and again, I still hear some old song I don't want to. Is it the same over there where you found your new friends? Sometimes at night I still wake up and feel something missing. Maybe I'll never believe in forever again..."
So I am looking for any opinions you may have on the subject. I am especially interested in the female response. Would you date a guy who shaves his chest? Do you prefer him to shave it? Perhaps you prefer a "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Or could you not care less? To shave or not to shave, that is the question. I would like to know what you think. Thanks.
"Now and again, I still hear some old song I don't want to. Is it the same over there where you found your new friends? Sometimes at night I still wake up and feel something missing. Maybe I'll never believe in forever again..."
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
The Final Four
I think I can sum up tonight's American Idol with one sentence. I came thisclose to ranking Anthony Federov #1! The Utopian Ukrainian brought it home tonight. (I just made that up. Obviously. You know, there aren't that many words that begin with the long U sound. Eunuch, maybe?) Anywho, before Paula Abdul defiles another contestant, let's get on with tonight's rankings:
1. Bo - Apparently, the judges don't like slow songs at all. I'll admit Bo seemed a little laid back on his first song, but hey, it's a laid back tune. He brought it home with "For The Love Of Money." Outstanding performance. I'm not crazy about Travis Tritt, but it's a good match for Bo's voice. He is clearly the most comfortable on the stage and performing, and I said this last week, but again it's like he's not in a competition, he's just out there performing.
2. Anthony - Federov nailed "I'm Already There." I was stunned. His second song was OK, too. I liked both song choices. Again, the judges seemed to not care for slow songs tonight. But this was Anthony's best week yet. His fate may depend on whether people vote on tonight only or overall performance over the duration of the competition.
3. Vonzell - I wonder what was going on with her. Paula pointed out that it had been a rough day for Vonzell. She got herself straightened out for the second song. I think it was one of her best performances. She really seemed to be at home doing that one. I didn't think she did badly on "How Do I Live," either. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible.
4. Carrie - OK, she definitely struggles to sing anything besides country. I hated her first song choice, so it was hard for me to judge that one. The judges seemed to like it. They lapped it up like sweet milk to 3 thirsting kittens. She did at least attempt to show some enthusiasm and personality on that one. I agree with the judges on her second song. It was, as Simon might say, horrendous. The worst performance of the night by far.
So, who will get cut this week? Well, I have no faith that Carrie will be voted off. She's never even been in the bottom group that I can remember. She appears to be the most popular contestant and have the largest fan base, regardless of performance. I think Bo is the only one of the three with even a slight hope of beating her. But, I've been wrong before. Vonzell or Anthony might be gone this week. They just don't seem to have the following that Carrie does.
"We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives. We follow the roads that lead us, to drugs or Jesus..."
1. Bo - Apparently, the judges don't like slow songs at all. I'll admit Bo seemed a little laid back on his first song, but hey, it's a laid back tune. He brought it home with "For The Love Of Money." Outstanding performance. I'm not crazy about Travis Tritt, but it's a good match for Bo's voice. He is clearly the most comfortable on the stage and performing, and I said this last week, but again it's like he's not in a competition, he's just out there performing.
2. Anthony - Federov nailed "I'm Already There." I was stunned. His second song was OK, too. I liked both song choices. Again, the judges seemed to not care for slow songs tonight. But this was Anthony's best week yet. His fate may depend on whether people vote on tonight only or overall performance over the duration of the competition.
3. Vonzell - I wonder what was going on with her. Paula pointed out that it had been a rough day for Vonzell. She got herself straightened out for the second song. I think it was one of her best performances. She really seemed to be at home doing that one. I didn't think she did badly on "How Do I Live," either. It wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible.
4. Carrie - OK, she definitely struggles to sing anything besides country. I hated her first song choice, so it was hard for me to judge that one. The judges seemed to like it. They lapped it up like sweet milk to 3 thirsting kittens. She did at least attempt to show some enthusiasm and personality on that one. I agree with the judges on her second song. It was, as Simon might say, horrendous. The worst performance of the night by far.
So, who will get cut this week? Well, I have no faith that Carrie will be voted off. She's never even been in the bottom group that I can remember. She appears to be the most popular contestant and have the largest fan base, regardless of performance. I think Bo is the only one of the three with even a slight hope of beating her. But, I've been wrong before. Vonzell or Anthony might be gone this week. They just don't seem to have the following that Carrie does.
"We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives. We follow the roads that lead us, to drugs or Jesus..."
Monday, May 09, 2005
Chesney, Zellweger wed
Country Singer Kenny Chesney Marries Actress Renee Zellweger
Wow, I thought Shane was joking when he first told me this. The good news is, that moves me up one position on the most eligible bachelor's list ;-)
"It was over from the start. You completely stole my heart, and now you won't let go. I never even had a chance, you know. You had me from hello..."
Wow, I thought Shane was joking when he first told me this. The good news is, that moves me up one position on the most eligible bachelor's list ;-)
"It was over from the start. You completely stole my heart, and now you won't let go. I never even had a chance, you know. You had me from hello..."
Me & Pablo Picasso
I gotta stop watching Doggie Fizzle Televizzle
Let me preface this by saying I sometimes talk in my head or to myself putting -izzle on the end of various words. Know what I'm sayin'? Well, we ended up having Mother's Day supper last night, and I get up to go to the fridge and pour myself some more sweet tea. There is a yellow pitcher in there, so completely unintentionally, I ask, "Is this the tizzle?" Well, my sister completely lost it. She had just taken a sip of Mountain Dew the instant before I said that, and it was all she could do to keep from spewing it all over the table like Mount Saint Helens. I think it just caught her off guard because I never talk like that around them, or anyone really. Mom, on the other hand, had no idea what in the world I was talking about. Her back was to me, so she was like, "I guess. What is the tizzle?" For me, it was one of those, 'did I just say that out loud' moments? I seem to have those more and more often.
Fish v.2.0 Betta
OK, here's my fish story. I went to buy Mom a Betta Friday night. I got a little one gallon aquarium for it and all the accessories. Well, by Saturday night, I had become attached to the little guy. So I decided to go back Saturday night, get Mom another one, and keep the first one for myself. I named him Pablo Picasso. Why? Because he has no ears. Well, not that are easily visible anyway. And because I wanted him to have a first and a last name. Why should we limit our pets to first names only? Have a dog? Doesn't Rover Higginbotham sound better than just Rover? A cat? Try Whiskers McNeely. It really sets your pets apart, plus you look much smarter to your neighbors when you're out in the yard calling them. Pretty soon, it will catch on and everyone will be doing it, just like eating a candy bar with a fork.
Oh, my other fish story, which I should probably keep to myself but I'll go ahead and tell anyway. I mean, let's face it, any notion you may have once had that I was cool and hip has more than likely been destroyed by now anyway. So I was lying on my bed doing some leg raises, like I'm on my side and I raise one leg up and down about 40 or 50 times. Well, after a little bit, I noticed Pablo Picasso would go crazy as long as my legs were moving. Then whenever I would stop, he would calm down. I wonder what that was about. Maybe he has some sort of depth perception problem or something. Or maybe the motion was just making him nervous or excited. Then I thought maybe some cat burglar had broken in and was coming up behind me and Pablo was trying to warn me, but no, that wasn't it, either.
Misplaced internal organs
I had called Jonathan Friday to try and get up a poker game this weekend. He had some exciting news. He had an appendectomy last Sunday. I guess I need to call my friends more often. Oops. He said his appendix was directly below his belly button rather than on his right side. I found that slightly disturbing. So anyway, he's out of work for awhile, can't do any heavy lifting for six weeks or whatever. He said he wasn't supposed to drive, either. My main prevailing thought was only, "So are you out for poker this week or not?"
The rest of the weekend was mostly uneventful. I enjoyed the first part of the Elvis miniseries thing on CBS last night. Why do I find that stuff so fascinating? It is going to be quite the quandary Tuesday night, if they air that during American Idol. George is gonna be upset! Went running after work Friday. Had dinner at Logan's. After work Saturday, went and played some tennis. Got a good bit of sun this weekend, which is good, I guess.
Celebrity sightings for the weekend...
Terry Bradshaw @ Logan's Friday night
Pam Dawber (Mork & Mindy) and Dennis Miller @ Macaroni Grill Saturday night
Happy Monday. I can't wait to get home andtalk to play with Pablo Picasso!
"They said he was the devil, dressed in gold leme, the way he shook his hips up there on the stage. But before that fateful day he left Tennessee, all of them were calling him the king. Things change."
Let me preface this by saying I sometimes talk in my head or to myself putting -izzle on the end of various words. Know what I'm sayin'? Well, we ended up having Mother's Day supper last night, and I get up to go to the fridge and pour myself some more sweet tea. There is a yellow pitcher in there, so completely unintentionally, I ask, "Is this the tizzle?" Well, my sister completely lost it. She had just taken a sip of Mountain Dew the instant before I said that, and it was all she could do to keep from spewing it all over the table like Mount Saint Helens. I think it just caught her off guard because I never talk like that around them, or anyone really. Mom, on the other hand, had no idea what in the world I was talking about. Her back was to me, so she was like, "I guess. What is the tizzle?" For me, it was one of those, 'did I just say that out loud' moments? I seem to have those more and more often.
Fish v.2.0 Betta
OK, here's my fish story. I went to buy Mom a Betta Friday night. I got a little one gallon aquarium for it and all the accessories. Well, by Saturday night, I had become attached to the little guy. So I decided to go back Saturday night, get Mom another one, and keep the first one for myself. I named him Pablo Picasso. Why? Because he has no ears. Well, not that are easily visible anyway. And because I wanted him to have a first and a last name. Why should we limit our pets to first names only? Have a dog? Doesn't Rover Higginbotham sound better than just Rover? A cat? Try Whiskers McNeely. It really sets your pets apart, plus you look much smarter to your neighbors when you're out in the yard calling them. Pretty soon, it will catch on and everyone will be doing it, just like eating a candy bar with a fork.
Oh, my other fish story, which I should probably keep to myself but I'll go ahead and tell anyway. I mean, let's face it, any notion you may have once had that I was cool and hip has more than likely been destroyed by now anyway. So I was lying on my bed doing some leg raises, like I'm on my side and I raise one leg up and down about 40 or 50 times. Well, after a little bit, I noticed Pablo Picasso would go crazy as long as my legs were moving. Then whenever I would stop, he would calm down. I wonder what that was about. Maybe he has some sort of depth perception problem or something. Or maybe the motion was just making him nervous or excited. Then I thought maybe some cat burglar had broken in and was coming up behind me and Pablo was trying to warn me, but no, that wasn't it, either.
Misplaced internal organs
I had called Jonathan Friday to try and get up a poker game this weekend. He had some exciting news. He had an appendectomy last Sunday. I guess I need to call my friends more often. Oops. He said his appendix was directly below his belly button rather than on his right side. I found that slightly disturbing. So anyway, he's out of work for awhile, can't do any heavy lifting for six weeks or whatever. He said he wasn't supposed to drive, either. My main prevailing thought was only, "So are you out for poker this week or not?"
The rest of the weekend was mostly uneventful. I enjoyed the first part of the Elvis miniseries thing on CBS last night. Why do I find that stuff so fascinating? It is going to be quite the quandary Tuesday night, if they air that during American Idol. George is gonna be upset! Went running after work Friday. Had dinner at Logan's. After work Saturday, went and played some tennis. Got a good bit of sun this weekend, which is good, I guess.
Celebrity sightings for the weekend...
Terry Bradshaw @ Logan's Friday night
Pam Dawber (Mork & Mindy) and Dennis Miller @ Macaroni Grill Saturday night
Happy Monday. I can't wait to get home and
"They said he was the devil, dressed in gold leme, the way he shook his hips up there on the stage. But before that fateful day he left Tennessee, all of them were calling him the king. Things change."
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