guy mix #3 seems to be all songs about going away. great music to leave yer lifetime home to. /sarcasm

too bad we’re headed west, ’cause the clouds over dallas are beautiful. *sigh* smog does make the most lovely clouds.
we might get to amarillo by morning.

i don’t care who isn’t married to whom and who has done your family wrong by refusing to stay married to a man WHO CAN’T KEEP HIS THING TO HIMSELF AND HIS WIFE, just to keep up the appearance of a perfect family. i don’t care how uncomfortable that makes you, knowing but refusing to accept that your brother spends time in back rooms at strip joints and trolls the disreputable streets looking for prostitutes.

it is not acceptable to ask the person who has disrupted your precious little close-knit family if you will give them back the GIFT that you gave them 3 or 4 years ago. YOU SPOILED ROTTEN S!E@L#F$E%D@I#T$ BRAT. gifts are gifts and are not returnable. GET A MILLI VANILLI CLUE, YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS pawn in your brother’s losing game.

MORON.

and more on this rant later. just needed to vent. thank you.

k, i thought that “neckid 16-year old girls” was a weird hit, but i’d say this one has usurped 1st place: “a mom pulling down her 6 year old girls underwear and smacking her across the bum with her hand”.

huh?

ok, so i wrote this song in the car. yes, there’s a tune in my head; no, the meter’s not broken, there are lots of irregular pauses. i may even get around to recording it for y’all when life slows down… it’s not that good, i went through many drafts and scrapped some stuff, and here’s what i came up with. enjoy, and if you don’t enjoy, don’t tell me so.

I went to a deli in N-Y-C
Wanted to get a muffaletta
Up pulled a man in an S-U-V
With a robot who had a vendetta
The robot came in and stood real still
While the French-looking man had his boots shined
Then he came inside and ordered his meal
After pushing his way to the front of the line… (’cause)

CHORUS:

He’s John Kerry
Mr. Do-You-Know-Who-I-Am…
He’s John Kerry
By the way, he served in Vietnam…
He flips a lot, then he flops the other way..ay-e-ay-ay
He’ll tell you whatever he thinks you want him to sayyyyyyy

So I glanced all around
Looking for foreign leaders
Don’t ya know that I found
People who measure in meters
I watched as they gave Mister Kerry high-fives
They said, “Allah Akbar, we want you to win.”
He waffled at this, said, “I cannot decide
If I’m going to throw my beret in.”

He thought for another moment, he did
The robot, he started to steam…
“Ok, I decided, no I didn’t, yes I did,
Would you make up my mind before Gorebot screams!!” (oh!)

CHORUS

I was just about to leave
When the owner turned on the tube
Kerry shouted, “Oh no Jeeves!
That’s my daughter’s neckid boobs!”
“This is all Bush’s fault,”
Gore yelled angrily
And his eyes were fiery red..
“It’s a Vast. Right. Wing. Conspiracyyyyyyyy.”

It was then that I knew
I must ask the question
“Will you support the troops
If you win the election?”
“I voted for the eighty-seven billion,” said he
As he sipped from his Perrier…
After hearing the coughs of the I-raq-is
He yelled, “Psych!” and raised his be-ret…… (’cause)

CHORUS

yes, he’ll tell you whatever he thinks you want him to say…
want him to say…
want him to say…
medals and ribbons…
want him to say…
we’re just a flippin’ and a floppin…
flippin’ and a floppin’…
love that botulism in his face…
flippin’ and a floppin’
woo-oo-oooooo…
woo-oo-ooo.

so i’m at dress rehearsal, and i’m singing in this ensemble group for our first number. we’re supposed to boogie around while we sing. don’t they know church of Christ girls can’t dance?

on my 6-hr drive i’m writing a song about a moonbat…

Simon — leaping lizards, this man looked H.O.T. tonight. rraaaarrr. and i LOVE it when he smiles. woo, i have such a crush on him!!

Ryan — still a cutie, and looks great tonight.
Randy subdued, yay!
Clay, oh how i adore him.
Paula looks pretty, as always.
Kimberly Caldwell, easy on the eyeliner, you look like a lady of the night!

i wish Kelly would do something different with her hair. and she needs to put some clothes on!! and that’s the only song on her CD that i really can’t bear to listen to, but i like this arrangement of it. they should have done that on the record.

grrrr — matt rodgers. booooo.
blah — leah labelle and jasmine.
yay, Jennifer and Latoya and Amy!
all my fellas are back, too! george and jon sounded good tonight.

say, if Ruben would have sung like that at the end of last season instead of getting lazy, i would have bought his CD. instead, i bought Clay’s, because he cares about the fans.

Diana’s last song — 1 bad note, a lot of strain, still good. just not my American Idol.
Fantasia’s last song — outstanding.
the duet — i love that song. love diana’s dress, though it’s a bit immodest in the shoulder area… cute duet.

YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! America, we got one right. hip hip hooray for ‘Tasia!!
and i’m crying. hooray for tears.

Bikermommy & i stopped by Chik-Fil-A at lunch, and i, as any good t-shirt babe would be, was wearing my Know Thy Enemy: Terrorists t-shirt. now, i also looked like i had been run over by the ugly truck, but that apparently didn’t matter. the college boys in line behind me read the whole shirt and were asking where i got it. i told them to go to IMAO.us, and they were all aflutter, loved the shirt. even after i got my order and was leaving the store, i heard “wait! wait!”; they wanted to finish reading.

so there you go, Frank, even in Amarillo, i am fighting the t-shirt war and terrorists for you. the photo shoot will be this weekend, so imagine the exponential increase you will see in sales. yay!

take that, Willow!

found this interview [warning: link is rated R for language, tho by today’s sorry MPAA standards, it would be PG-13] by Brave Works & Bloody Knuckles via Jason of Avoca (via Andrew Sullivan), and i have come to the following conclusions:

1) i am seriously crushing on Jon Schaffer, ICED EARTH bandleader/songwriter, though i have no idea what he looks like or if he’s married, etc. so if you’re his wife and reading this, my apologies.

2) i will buy every ICED EARTH album, though i’ve never heard their music. i do like heavy metal, though, so rock on.

3) it’s fun to watch an uninformed leftist Canadian get his gralls kicked by someone smarter than him (no offense to the smart Canadians out there). if only Condi could say what she wants to say, this is what it would have looked like when she shoved Bob Kerrey’s moronic questions back in his face. and anyone who quotes Chomsky as truth deserves to have his head stuck in the toilet for swirly after swirly.

wow, there are too many great quotes to excerpt them all, read the whole article. i will give you my favorite parts, though…

BW&BK [Canadian interviewer]: Do you think 9/11 will be viewed as the first event in the US empire’s decline and fall?
My new crush Jon Schaffer: No. This is not an empire, first of all. If the United States was an empire, your country would be our 51st state.

AND

BW&BK: So you don’t see the Bush regime as being cultural imperialists? You don’t see them as trying to force the American way of life on to a nation that maybe doesn’t want it?
My new crush Jon Schaffer: “No. If you think that’s true, then why are 70 or 80 percent of the people are thrilled to have us there. Have you not seen that? And it’s not a regime, by the way. You keep up that kind of language I’m going to end the interview right now.”

are y’all excited about that? are ya? are ya? yay!!!! me tooooooooo!!!!!!!!
bleck, ok, enough of that.

those are my Band-Aids!! so Bikey and i were at Wal-Mart yesterday, and we stopped by the pharmacy aisles so i could get some little sticky bandages for my blistered toe (poor me). it took me a while to decide, because i really wanted some wild-colored, funky bandages, and they didn’t have the ones i wanted. i finally decided on Curads (which stick worth poo, btw) and grabbed a box while exclaiming “i guess i’ll go with Cat in the Hat”, and this other woman on the aisle nicely but forcefully said “that’s mine!”. i thought, “um, they were on the shelves, first of all, and second, there are plenty of other CITH bandages up there, get yer own, missy.” but i said, “oh sorry!” and tried to hand her the box of bandages since i’m so nice; then i realized she meant i had grabbed her cart and thus her purse, and she wasn’t big on the idea of trading. we all had a nice laugh, and she said she’d probably love to have what’s in my purse, and i guaranteed her there was nothing of value there.

keep this woman in office… for the first time since August, i have FoxNews, which means i get to see real news, hooray. so Bikey & i had it on in the background yesterday as we unpacked my kitchen, and they had Ileana Ros-Lehtinen, congresswoman (R-Fla), on there. after hearing her, we like her very much, and the biggest reason is her name. SHE HAS A HOCKEY LAST NAME!!! and a Stars hockey name at that, yay for her! i’m guessing she or her husband is of Finnish descent?
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Jeffrey over at joyfulchristian found a toad in his pottie and wrote some tough love mail to the city for that. in his honor and in honor of tough love mail in general, i have compiled a list of things to do if you find a toad in your toilet… [ed: some of these are stupid, but this is my blog, so i have to go with what i know.]

10. wait. did he say “toad” or “terd”? i wouldn’t proceed without clarification.

9. pluck that little toad out of the pot, rinse him properly and kiss that sucker. might get yerself a prince out of the deal! [don’t razz me, you were all thinking it.] if yer a man, give him to yer sister.

8. challenge him to a match of toadly winks. har har.

7. check and make sure he’s not one of those chocolate frogs from Harry Potter’s world, because you might get one of the cards that Ron needs and be able to trade for his broken wand or something; of course, if you’ve got something chocolate-looking in your toilet, perhaps you shouldn’t pick it up.

7. forget the tough love mail, find the city manager’s house and drop that baby in his/her mailbox.

6. oh, look! a bidet!

5. kill him!! he’s French!!

4. but don’t fear him!! he’s French!!

3. be nice to the little fella, if you look closely you’ll see a little white flag in his hand. he’s French!!

2. check for little toad stools. it is a toilet, after all. hahahahahahaha! [thanks to the Little Sizzle’s crew for the help.]

and the #1 (i feel like i should end this list on #2 for some reason) thing to do if you find a toad in your pottie…
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ok, i love both of these ladies, so it’s not such a no-brainer this week. having said that, unless Fantasia sounds like Jasmine tonight, i’ll have a hard time not voting for her. i don’t think either of them won’t get a contract, so no worries there. since i don’t have that as a factor, i’m voting for ‘Tasia, baby!!

Diana Degarmo - song #1: she looks great, and the entire song was great until the very end; the last note was awful. clarification for people who don’t listen — Simon wasn’t insulting Diana, he was insulting the song, saying that only a 50-year old could get away with it. song #2: Enough is Enough — at first, i was thinking they sing 2 songs, and i was wondering why she chose that song for her show-stopper. but after i realized it was 3, it was suddenly better! she does great with those songs, the fast-pumping dance songs, and she was great with this one. song #3: oh, yes, this is her show-stopper, and when she did it before, it was her best performance yet. tonight she did have one off-key note that came out of nowhere, but she still kicked it back into high gear. Simon was right, yet again, and it was better the first time. she’s still awesome.

1866-IDOLS-01, 03, 05. if you can’t get through on one and you want to vote for her, try the other numbers.

Fantasia Barrino - she looks great, sounds wonderful. first song was really understated, and i — WHAT??? — i agree with Randy?? the arrangement wasn’t so good, and the band was too boring. and what Simon meant by the song being a complete mess (if i’m speaking for Simon) was that it was disjointed and didn’t work. song #2: reprise of Summertime from Porgy & Bess. the first time she sang this song, i was in awe of her. i have to say, i think i liked it better the first time, but the fact that she reminds me about her doing this song just might clinch the vote for me; it was still absolutely amazing, so since i liked it better before, it must have brought me to tears or something. song #3: right now, this vote is Fantasia’s to lose, so we’ll see (hear)… ok, she’s nailing this song, fabulous, wonderful — eek, bad note there near the end. i don’t know if it’s her sudden change in tone, her facial expressions, what. but she consistently gives me chills. bravo bravo bravo. sorry, but she kicked Diana’s butt on this song. and i’m getting all teary! i love Simon, have i mentioned that?

1866-IDOLS-02,04,06. keep trying, as will i!!

just a side-wonder… why in the world must i look at Matt Rogers again?? boo.
oh, and i love Ryan. but not nearly as much as i love that stud-muffin Simon.

today was a long day that started yesterday around 2 p.m. (or 1400 hours, whatever).

we finally got away from Bedford about that time and trucked it to Amastinkinrillo. i drove the 15′ rental, and Bikermommy followed me in the Splorer; we did take my walkie-talkies, so Bikermommy was able to backseat drive from a whole other automobile. every time i would ride the line or swerve or hit a tree or roll the truck, there was Bikermommy’s sweet voice asking me if the wind was blowing really hard or something. oh, and every time the “reduced speed ahead” signs came, Bikermommy would say, “you need to drop down to 55″ or “you have to be careful in this town, because they’ll ticket you here”. we drove by one or two State Troopers, and Bikey recognized them as someone who’d ticketed her before (not joking).
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Everyone record alias in case we dont make it on time. Between all of u i’m sure someone can program a vcr.

eh, well i’m about 75% through with 3.20’s review/rewrite…
but i had to sleep last night, and go to my going away party…
gotta throw some more stuff in the truck, get to worship and make it to Amastinkinrillo in time for the season finale tonight….

so…

you’ll get 3.20, 3.21 and 3.22 really soon, and this will be good, because what else are you going to do until January but read my late late reviews? :D

i will leave you with all my theories (unspoiled) before the finale though…
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last night, it seemed as if i really did nothing more than supervise and boss all the men around, but i must have done something, because i’m all knotted up and sore with lots of new bruises… kewl.

i still have lots to be packed, but Little Sizzle & Sandy are coming today to help, so it will either go really quickly or really slowly.

Spidade, Sean-o, Matt & Jennifer (they are such adorable newlyweds), Jason, Little Sizzle, Josh the Manly and Strong, Gnarly Karlie and Ralph (who promised not to lift much but lifted everything) came to load the truck last night. i couldn’t get Jason to try the barbecue pizza, musta been the engineer in him, but they all found plenty to eat anyway. they loaded up the apartment first, and when we got to the storage place, they looked at all i had and nay-sayed about getting it all in the truck. however, since i am so particular about having all the same boxes so they stack perfectly, and since Jennifer, Matt and Josh the Strong are awesome at truck-loading, it all made it into the truck, and there’s still room for what’s left in my apartment.

of course, the lock we were going to use on the truck wouldn’t fit, so after i was completely exhausted, already in my jammies and ready for la-la land, Spidade came in and told me the lock didn’t work. wah. so i, in my best white-trash impersonation, went to the Evil Empire in my yellow pj pants w/ blue moons and white clouds on them, my red Billy Joel / Elton John Face 2 Face tshirt (no bra), hiker-green flip-flops, hair on top of my head in a black clip, no makeup. i bought a lock that worked and managed to scare all the late-night walmart shoppers as an aside, yay.

slept on the futon mattress (frame’s already in the truck) and fell asleep with the TV on in the background… which was just perfect, because i woke up (thinking i was dreaming again) hearing *happy sigh* Jason singing to me. he was singing The Remedy (a far cry from any of his best work, but still a fun song) on the weekend Today show or something like that. i was awake. then i actually opened my eyes when he got his Curbside Prophet on (with his live version of the 3rd verse, yay!! though the girl yelled the CD version “what’s up w/ M-R-A-Z”, my preference). he’s so awesome live, someone take me to see him in concert.

so i’m going to finish at least one ALIAS review then get to work. stay tuned, Syd/Vaughn fans, my 3.20 rewrite is already fun, IMHO.

this story from reformed hippy-resembler Jason at Avoca Pundit starts off questionably, because he quotes that fraud Randy Jackson; fraud-quoting aside, it’s funny, go read it…

if my grampa would have passed by Jason in the bookstore, he wouldn’t have worded it the way Jason’s bypasser did; he would have said something more like, “you long-haired hippy boy, you need a haircut”. then he would have quoted 1 Corinthians something or other to him. i love my grampa.

just when i delete this category because i never dream anymore, those REM pals of mine change their minds and decide to blow back in full force.

at the end of my two hours of sleep this morning, i was dreaming…. spiraling spaces tangled up in moments of touching time… head exploding from the mind, too much time for dancing in our hair… (jason, of course)

i remember nothing of the dream chronology…
i think J was there somewhere, but i don’t know; maybe he just provided the sexy-Latin-voice-of-narration, other than that i’m not sure he served a purpose, maybe just a reminder that i’m getting old, because so is he… ;)

it was moving weekend (surprise)… my mom forgot i was moving to Amastinkinrillo… i arrived with my moving truck and unpacked it by myself, hideaway bed and everything…

an old new friend showed up, but he didn’t want to help, he just wanted to talk about himself and ask me questions, though he cared not to hear the answers, just to hear himself ask the questions… he stayed for the weekend in someone’s study (not mine, obviously, since i won’t have one, but it was in my house)… on Sunday morning i asked him to go to church with me, and he wanted me to go with him and we just ended up debating where we should go and missed services. *rolling eyes*

eventually, Bikermommy and Pappy showed up, and Old New Friend and i were sent to the store for Dr. Pepper (since that’s what flows thru Bikermommy’s veins instead of blood)… Bikermommy asked Old New Friend if he could sing, and if so, was he a tenor; he said yes, i melted into a drooling mass and mumbled something about him being perfect.

for some reason, we left at the same time and went to the same store and talked to each other on our cell phones the entire time, but we each drove our own cars. (??) on the way back, we took separate routes for no reason… it started raining hard, and one second i heard tornado sirens and the next second there was a tornado beside my car; i thought that was totally cool. the tornado saluted me and turned right while i turned left, only to see a second, bigger tornado up ahead (it dodged me as if scared). Old New Friend ended up mad at me, because on his route there were no tornadoes, and he wanted to be cool like me and see tornadoes up close. i told him to rent Twister, suck it up and quit whining.

we got back to my house, and i was happy to have my DVR back. yay for getting to skip all the commercials!

thus ended another installment in the dream life. i promptly turned on Jason (’s music) and started packing again. if he would say yes, i would ask him to marry me so he could sing me to sleep every night and to wake every morning. i would request Little You & I as a lullaby and Zero Percent as my morning radio, because there’s no Mraz song that gets me up and moving better than 0% (Live at Java Joe’s version, of course).

hey, self. not much time to talk, so here are some quick jots for you…

1. never move again.
2. if you do move, hire someone to pack your stuff, or you should enter the military; i hear they have folks pack and move you.
3. try to schedule hacking coughs and chest infections during your chorale hiatus.
4. chest infections are bad for solos, but you’re good at faking it; the director didn’t seem to notice. yay self!
5. it’s cold in here; please turn the temperature back up.
6. i love ice cream.
7. and jalapenos.
8. they should make jalapeno flavored ice cream.
9. it’s texas, people would buy it here; after all, they buy jalapeno jelly and peanut brittle. how ’bout it, Ben & Jerry, you mean hippies?
10. rumor has it you tend to flip out a lot; stop that.
11. the hornets’ nest in your storage room is really holding up the packing thing. please do something about it.
12. and since all your hiking gear is in there, be sure to check your tent before you lie in it; and it’s good you have several first-aid kits, Little Miss Overprepared.
13. is it really necessary to have that many hot guy pics on the wall? do you know how sore my thumbs are from taking the tacks down?
14. say, speaking of that, remember that trick we learned on CSI about covering nail holes with toothpaste? don’t forget that, we need the deposit back.
15. um, everyone’s coming over to pack the truck tomorrow night. since we’re not moving until Sunday, where are we intending to sleep tomorrow night and Saturday night?
16. don’t forget the kitties.
17. the shape the apartment’s in right now… never speak of it again and block it from your memory.
18. don’t forget. get Juan back for that evil trick he pulled. he must suffer.

that’s all for now. i never thought i’d be saying this before the end of May, but … Go … Rangers? yeah. Go Rangers.

he said that Nicole’s bloodwork showed that it’s just her kidneys, getting old.
:-(

this is the top 2 that i was hoping for. yay!!!!

sent me an email this morning of a European commercial.
he scared the highlights right out of my hair.
i will repay the favor.
i will get him back.
he will suffer.
i am woman.
beware.
rraarr.

walk through the front door…

straight ahead we have disaster area #1, the One-Butt Kitchen. most of the cabinets have been emptied, though the fridge and freezer are full. no dishes in the sink (thanks, Spidade), but the floor is, well, yucky. counters have trash, perhaps some dried milk, etc. on them, various things that each go in separate boxes from the others… ah, there’s a gun on top of the microwave, lovely. [NOTE to all the potential future Mr. SarahKs out there… i truly am a neat freak — a closet one, but one just the same.]

to the left of the front door, we have 3 choices. straight down the hall, left into the Livingroom or right into the Non-Dining room. let’s try to go to the Livingroom, disaster area #2. Ouch! Bang! Crash! Oh Sweet Chocolate Almond Ice Cream! whew, made it past the futon. now i stand in the livingroom; some of it is gone, except the box of DVDs, the 5 big binders of CDs, every single piece of paper to ever come out of Holyoke, MA, some used tissue (Puffs), the TV, the DVD player, random empty Coke cans and water bottles, a can of powdered Gatorade, printer, office supplies, file cabinets minus the drawers, oh looky! cat puke!

turn around and trip a few times more into the Non-Dining Room. couch “shredded by the calico”, 4 or 5 half-full boxes (i’m an optimist!), oh, there are the drawers to the file cabinets, yay! and all of the paper to ever come out of Lancaster, PA. moving on…

continue down the hall. to the left we have the girls‘ room, aka the Hot Guys Tacked All Over the Wall Room (how you doin’?), aka the Non-Laundry Room. this room is actually fairly clean (thanks, Stepmo’). i guess the pics have to come down, and i’m not sure where they’ll go in the new place…

out of the Non-Laundry room into the Bath–Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!! i think this is supposed to be the Bathroom, but i’m not sure. daypack on the counter (never know when you’ll be going on a hike through the Bathroom), medicine cabinet splayed open, step-ladder for the short chica who liveth here, shred box (it shouldn’t go somewhere near the shredder in the Livingroom, right?). i think that is the toilet over there under the pile of clothes and towels. and don’t pay any attention to the disgusting thing behind the bright blue curtain.

out of the Bathroom and into the Bedroom. dressers both fully covered in … i don’t know what all’s on there … TV, bullets, old doorknob that was on the door before some psycho tried to break into my apartment (prompting the purchase of the bullets) — oh WOW, this guy is hot. A.J. someone from BET, and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. what a beauty — anyway, bed with mattress cover, no sheets, 2 kitty cats, all the jeweling supplies, wedding photos (yes, i had a lovely purge day a month or so ago where the ex got cut out of ALL of them, that was a good catharsis).

ah, here’s the phenomenon of the apartment… the perfectly organized closet, with all the shirts facing the same direction on the hanger hooks, sweaters neatly folded on shelves, clothes separated by classification and ordered by color, casual/non-casual, etc. see? neat freak.

as of today, i have 5 days left here.

i’m kinda excited, kinda overwhelmed, kinda beat down because i have a stupid horrible sinus infection that is severely hindering my ability to get stuff done.

Spidade and Stepmo’ came over last night and helped with the packing. yay! that was nice of them. i had to get on to Spidade, though; he tried to pack a box a little over-full, and the top was not exactly level. for someone with such a messy apartment, i sure am ridiculously AR about the way my boxes are packed and the way my stuff is organized. go figa.

if you don’t want your ears to hurt next week, pick up the phones and vote tonight. vote as many times as you can.

1866-IDOLS-02 for Fantasia, who wins hands down.
1866-IDOLS-03 for Diana, who is off tonight, but what?? you want Jasmine back?? are you deaf?? [UPDATE: Diana’s last song was the best of the night, she was amazing. She deserves to be in the final, and you all know it.]

vote for BOTH of these so that we’re not tortured next week. PLEASE PLEASE. vote for FANTASIA AND DIANA.

btw, simon is great. every time he speaks tonight, i agree with him. i loved when he told Fantasia it was the worst thing he’d ever heard so she could get some sympathy votes. and did you see him wink at her after her 1st song?? how adorable was that??

in other news, who is that? Clive Griffin? [UPDATE: Clive Davis] i dunno, but he’s a fine guest judge, as he actually criticizes.
and Paula — still nothing useful to say.
Randy’s vocabulary includes the words “yeah”, “da bomb”, “props” and “aight”.

now, nothing is official yet, since the stupid retarded monkeys at ABC haven’t made the announcements yet, but word on the street (meaning the Ho chat-room - thanks Keke, for the heads up) is that the STUPID FLYING MONKEYS AT ABC have decided to give us more STUPID HOUSE MAKEOVERS WHERE PEOPLE GET PIRATE SHIPS IN THEIR BACK YARDS JUST SO THEIR NEIGHBORS CAN THROW A FIT AT HOA MEETINGS, along with a TERI HATCHER (???????? am i the ONLY one who is STILL annoyed by the MEMORY of her STUPID commercials with HOWIE mmm LONG????????) comedy called Desperate Housewives or some other lame-o show that’s going to be cancelled 5 eps in….

yes, folks, if the advance news is correct, those MASTERS OF THE JERK-THE-VIEWERS-AROUND TALENT at ABC are pushing ALIAS’s season 4 to JANUARY ‘05. not that it’s a big change from the “let’s skip 4 weeks at a time” trick that they like to pull anyway, but what? you think you’re going to push the entire season to the spring and compete with ——- THE SOPRANOS

i took Nicole to the vet last night to see why she’s losing weight, eating all the time, itching all the time, etc. the vet said she either has diabetes or hyperthyroidism, both of which can be treated (how expensively? i don’t know.). so they weighed her (she’s lost 10% of her body weight), took her temperature (kitty cats just LOVE that) and took some blood. i told the vet that giving her pills is practically impossible, and after he brought her back from the bloodwork, he told me he believes me about giving her pills, because “she’s a squirmer”.

this morning, i’m trying to drag myself out of bed (i feel worse today), and in the a.m. the cats are always very attentive to Mommy, because the second i get out of bed, they want to make me fully aware that it’s feeding time. so Nicole is next to me, cleaning herself (as always), and Minerva comes up from behind me and just starts FREAKING OUT. hissing like crazy AT Nicole, and i’m totally stunned by this, because Minerva came home from the zoo around August 15, and Nicole’s been here all along; in fact, Minerva is THE ONLY cat that Nicole has ever been congenial with, she even lets Minerva clean her head, which still awes me every time i see it. Minerva is always running around playing w/ Nicole (torturing, rather), so to see/hear Minerva freak out over seeing Nicole is bizarre. Nicole must smell different.

ugh. would someone please take the pressure out of my head?

not answering email, especially email that asks questions, thus WARRANTING A RESPONSE, or personal comments that give you insight into the person that sent you the mail. if you were talking on the phone to the same person (please, no one call me, i hate the phone), and they told you personal details about themselves, would you just sit there and not reply? wait for them to say something? have that awkward 8-minute lull (i stole that phrase from Hugger)? silence in the conversation because you’re too thickheaded to realize that you really should say something right now?

you know who’s been rude lately? me. i’m really sorry about that. if you’ve sent me email recently and i haven’t responded, please bear with me. i’m busy. and sick. and lazy. and tired. and freaked. and happy. happy doesn’t have anything to do with not responding to email, but i just wanted y’all to know i’m happy. anyway, i’ll get on that email thing once i get the packing under control and the last 2 ALIAS reviews done; season finale is sunday, and it’s not acceptable for me to not theorize and –

leaping crickets!!! i had no idea that Gary Sinise was going to star in CSI New York!! looks like i’ll have 3 CSIs to watch next season. YAY!!

– anyway, it’s not acceptable for me to not share my excellent ALIAS theories and my insanely funny reviews before the finale. so stay tuned, they are coming soon.

gotta pack. ta, musees!

i listen to a lot of “questionable” music.

2 of my favorite Jason Mraz (yum) songs are kinda bad.

i felt like a liar not tellin’ y’all that.

i know i have ZERO time to blog today, but Little Sizzle says i’m addicted. whatever. just because i can’t. stay. away. or perhaps it’s because i’ll be employed soon and have no time to blog.

i survived the unimaginable the other day… yes, that’s right; i got in the car with Little Sizzle for, i’m sure, the first time. she says i’ve ridden with her before, but i can’t imagine that’s true; of course, it could have been such a horrifying experience that i’ve blocked it from my mind. i can’t remember ever being as afraid in a car as i was with her, and that’s after being married to the world’s. worst. driver. Little Sizzle isn’t the worst, just the scariest and even faster than Bikermommy.

still feeling awful… i’m thankful to have no sinus headache, no migraine, but i’m still whiny about my sore throat, sniffles that i haven’t had in years, and much, much nose itching and sneezing. so in case you missed it before, wah.
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