i was gonna make the announcement tonight, but i’ve got a deadline in the morning, so the announcement will be tomorrow night.

wait for it…

aaaaaand the sound is still bad this week.

Mario 01 - i’m not crazy about Fes’s song choice. ok, a standing ovation? i thought it was kinda boring. he’s not stretching. two words come to mind for me. Ruben. Studdard. and Ruben bored me. i know he can be more exciting than that. i actually didn’t agree with Simon on him. yes, greatly talented, but come on, Fes.

Anwar 02 - ok, every time i hear that mellow makeout R&B music at the beginning of a song, i know i’m going to be bored. thankfully, Anwar has good enough pipes to save that from being a complete beating. he was great.

Joe 03 - he looks like DB Sweeney, have i mentioned that? ok, boring song, boring song. oh good cow, would they please ban all makeout R&B music? Joe is good-looking, charming, has a good voice, but he’s not wowing me…

i agree with Simon. let’s ban the 70s!

David Brown 04 - that was the first memorable performance he’s had. i thought his voice was good, but he went sharp a few times. oh, one thing i will say is that i totally don’t buy his facial expressions.

Constantine 05 - he was much better this week, and i thank him for doing a song better suited to him. because i’ve been having nightmares after that Seal thing last week. now. better than last week doesn’t mean great. he is still bugging me for some reason.

what a beating. all this makeout dim green light music. wow, if i wasn’t so tired and didn’t have work to do tonight, Frank would be in trouble.

Scott 06 - i might have fallen asleep. Ruben. Studdard. Paula is such a sap. and Simon. Simon! yawn.

i’m about to stop watching. i just can’t take it. first it’s Stevie after Stevie after Stevie, and now we’ve moved on to Lionel Ritchie.

Travis 07 - great moves, definitely one of the best-looking in the competition. i just wish he’d pick different songs, because he’s entertaining. i will disagree with the judges, though. it was pitchy.

Nikko 08 - ooh! the most makin’ out song ever! sorry, i can’t hear this song without thinking of the Cosby Show episode where Cliff uses “let’s get it on” as a come-on line to Mrs. Huxtable, and she totally puts him in his place, then at the end of the show, she uses that line on him. the vocals were good, and he was much better this week. after last week i thought he was gone for sure, but i wouldn’t kick him off this week. agreed about the Bobby Brown thing.

Anthony 09 - * sigh * i was mesmerized during that performance! yay!! i hoped he would bring it better this week, and i agree with Simon, that was fantastic. and i don’t care, y’all make fun of me all you want, i hear that voice, and i just go still.

Bo 10 - i love what he’s wearing. actually, i’d love that shirt for myself, but that’s not to say it’s a girly shirt. i just love brown. you know, he’s one of the best in this competition. every week, he steps it up. outstanding.

my top 4 tonight:
* Bo
* Anthony
* Anwar
* Mario

so yesterday morning we were almost to the highway when Frank remembered that we’d left our Bibles on the kitchen counter. ugh. we were running late, so there was no time to go back. i told him not to worry, because at church of Christ they always have pew Bibles and we can at least follow along.

the sermon was about strange fire (based on Nadab & Abihu), and 90% of the Scriptures quoted were from the Old Testament. the pew Bibles? all New Testaments.

bummer.

Frank’s so cute. everytime i ask him, “can you do this for me?” he responds with, “i can do all sorts of things for ya.”

Chris Rock is insulting all of Hollywood, and i love it. now, i’ve pretty much seen none of the movies this year. seriously, Harry Potter, Friday Night Lights, the Incredibles, * hangs head in shame * Team America, Hero, Wimbledon. i think those are all the movies i saw this year.

so tonight, i’m watching to see how much Chris Rock just bites his thumb at the Hollywood establishment.

* whoa. Halle Berry looks absolutely stunning, the best she’s looked in years. bravo.
* Renee Zellwegger. love the dress, would like the hair if perhaps some eyeliner under the eye to offset the starkness of it. ick.
* i adore Morgan Freeman. he’s a great actor, seems like a great person, and he kept his speech short.
* oh wow. Hilary Swank looks beautiful tonight, she doesn’t look at all like a boy. she should keep this new feminine look of hers.
* yay! The Incredibles!! but my goodness, that was a lousy clip to play from the movie. seriously, that was the best clip?
* btw. if you ever have a chance to watch the Oscars in Hi-Def, do it. i love seeing Hollywood wrinkles. they’re almost like real people!
* Drew. no no. eye makeup too dark. without that, she’d look great.
* Beyonce. i take back anything i ever said about her just being a body. she’s got it all, body, face, voice, and hair. i’m sure that’s her hair. oh wow, that was so. good.
* Chris Rock is seriously making me laugh.
* Scarlett Johanssen is beautiful. her hair is almost as white as her skin. and she should take some advice from the girls with small boobs club (namely me) — Bare Essentials bra. it’s at Wal-Mart and comes in all sorts of colors and sizes. works for me, and people think my little molehills are mountainous. no lie.
* Chris Rock quote: “when our next presenter is not dazzling us with his acting ability, he’s boring us to death with his politics. please welcome Academy Award winner Tim Robbins.” this is the best Oscar broadcast in years.
* Natalie Portman is so elegant.
* It’s about time Cate Blanchett won an Oscar. she deserved the award when she played Elizabeth I.
* awww, come on, i was hoping for a completely Whoopi-free night. and they had to ruin the Carson tribute with her. boo.
* i failed. right before the commercial, they said Orlando Bloom’s name, and i wasn’t prepared. so i squealed just a little. i don’t think Frank heard me, but now he’ll read it here. oh, what am i saying? whew! that was close!
* Mike Meyers looks just like my sophomore high school boyfriend, the artist who never washed his hair.
* here’s a word to the wordy… if there are 4 people who have to accept the award, perhaps guy #1 should shut up quick so everyone at least gets to say hi to wifey.
* that was nice and respectful to the troops, much better than last year.
* and Al Pacino looks asleep. say, what’s he talking about anyway?
* that Phantom of the Opera girl is stunning. but why’s Beyonce performing her song?
* Jeremy Irons has one of the best voices in the history of the planet.
* Laura Linney: never wear anything pale-colored. your skin is too white. and years ago they invented something called a hair dryer. it makes hair dry.
* that’s funny. all the women in that one category are wearing the same color dress.
* i don’t know why, but i really love Kate Winslet’s look tonight.
* Pricewaterhouse and Coopers? no, all one word, PricewaterhouseCoopers. but LOL.
* and that was a funny boob joke Chris Rock just made.
* and between Selma Hayek and Penelope Cruz, i can understand about six words that they’re saying.
* Penelope Cruz is totally wearing a combover, too.
* Salma Hayek’s bangs took on a life of their own, no?
* ah, i’d forgotten that Antonio Banderas could sing. i thought he was great in Evita.
* Natalie Portman’s dress is see-thru.
* thus ends the live-blog, because i’m going to watch the rest in bed as i continue to work. writing internal audit recommendations is not as easy as it looks.
* oh, i just thought the live-blog was over. what person ever told John Travolta it was good for him to do something besides dance? he shouldn’t speak or act, ever. not so good at those, smug men or men who always come across as smug should never talk. you know the only time i liked him in a movie? good dancer, though, and i guess he can carry a tune.
* now that is beauty. Yo Yo Ma playing a cello in Hi-Def. and the Gipper.

* a-word count: 2
* Pepsi’s I’m Spartacus commercial was funny.

sigh. he’s so adorable.

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we got up late, because we could. i made breakfast. for him, a toasted english muffin with extra crunchy peanut butter and peach jam, and 2 eggs over easy (i’ve finally gotten those down!). for me, 2 pieces of whole wheat toast with extra crunchy peanut butter and peach jam, a boiled egg w/ salt and pepper, and a sour pickle. i know, shut up, i’m not pregnant, i haven’t had grex in 23 months, not that i’m counting. but i really wanted a pickle yesterday morning.

anyway, after breakfast, i showered while Frank got the guns and ammo together, then we went to the shooting range.

ok, i’ve come up with a theory. shooting and blogging are my 2 favorite things to do these days, no question. i had felt like a pretty bad blogger recently, because with busy season and all, i haven’t had much time for it, and haven’t had much time for doing things that are blogworthy, because we all know that my best blogging is my blogging about real life. right? right.

so we went shooting yesterday afternoon, and it was so much fun. i feel very comfortable around guns now, and much more comfortable at the range. and now i feel safer at my local Publix, because one of the grocery sacker boys was practicing his shootin’ skillz yesterday too. after the shooting, i felt sooo relaxed, sooo content. went shooting, and get to blog about it. life’s good.

the range report will be up over at IMAO on Tuesday, but for now, i’ve left a preview in the extended entry.

after our hour of shooting, we came back to Frank’s house for 5 minutes to change into churchy clothes. we walked into mass late, and the priest was reading the story about Jesus and the Samaritan woman at the well. it was crowded, so we ended up having to sit in the cry room, but there were no babies and no crying, so that was good. i learned that the people in the cry room don’t even give you a second glance if you’re not going up to the front for the communion. i like the cry room. ;-)

after mass, Frank took me out for a nice dinner at a hibachi restaurant. i really heart hibachi. there was a little girl at our table who was afraid of the hibachi chef, because she didn’t want him to make a big fire. when the hibachi chef asked if everyone was ok with not having the big fire show. Frank said, “if the little girl is afraid of fire, then it will be funnier when you have the big fire and scare her.” i told them to ignore my beloved and go with no fire. we really had a great dinner, and we were all googly-eyed and lovey dovey. awwww.

then we came to the house and watched part of a Zatoichi movie until i fell asleep. great day.

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TPIM (that psycho i married) was a complete pinkytoenail when it came to me singing. he was awful; made me feel like my voice must make him want to puncture his own eardrums.

when i first started dating the psycho, i was 18. i had only known for a couple of years that i even could sing. i had grown up in the church of Christ, where we have congregational singing with no instrumental music, so pretty much everyone i knew could at least carry a tune. with four part harmonies, you just pick it up. sure, there were a few outliers, but for the most part, everyone sounded at least fine. plus, at the K family reunions, or anytime the Ks get together for holidays for that matter, there is always singing. good singing; i’m not lying — everyone in the K family can sing well. so i didn’t really think i had any special kind of voice until at summer camp when i was probably 16, people started making a big deal out of my voice. what, not every girl can hit that high b-flat at the end of “O Lord, Our Lord”? who knew? the summer i turned 18, i remember feeling so honored when Mark C. (who baptized me, btw) asked me if i would sing the National Anthem before the camp All-Star softball game. i pitched it incredibly high (i was nervous! a capella, the whole camp there, just me singing? nervous! and is it flight or fight? aaaahh!) but i still managed to hit all the notes and wow everyone there.

now, my entire life i loved to sing. when other kids were watching cartoons or playing in the sprinklers, i holed myself up in my room with my Linda Ronstadt tapes or my Madonna L.P.s (Celine came along in high school) and just wailed, listened, wailed, listened. i always dreamed of being a singer. so finding out that i was actually good, maybe great, at it was such an uplifting feeling!

well, when i met the psycho, i was finally starting to gain confidence in my singing voice. i had learned that, while i had sung alto in church my whole life because it was funner than soprano, i actually could sing into the rafters. so i was excited. singing anything i could get my voice on, singing in the shower, in the car, in the rain, everywhere.

one morning, we were in the car on the way to church; we’d been dating i think less than a month. somehow the subject of singing and voices came up. i, feeling not so humble about my voice in those days, was telling him about sing the Anthem at camp and singing “O Lord, Our Lord”, and how much i loved to sing. so he, in what i learned in later years was typical TPIM fashion, started going on about his ex-girlfriend and what a wonderful singer she was and how much he loved to hear her sing. thanks, hon.

a few years later, i had to miss one of the Boy’s (Adam’s) choir concerts, but TPIM was able to go. he sat with other friends from church, and these little high school alto girls got up and sang a trio. he came home and told me how he had turned to our friend Marilyn (who adores my singing voice and always told me that i could be a huge star) and said, “man, i just love a good alto.” Marilyn, stunned that he could love anything more than my voice, had said, “well you’d better love a good soprano!” yes, he actually came home and told me this; how a man as girly-sensitive as him could be so completely insensitive used to baffle me.

and it was more of the same whenever he would actually hear me sing. i would start singing along with the music in the car, and he would immediately do one of two things: 1) turn off the music and start talking, because the man loves to hear himself talk, or 2) turn to another station, such as hard rock, where i wasn’t as likely to sing along. that used to hurt my feelings more than most of the other crap he used to pull.

one time i told him about it. i had noticed the pattern, that every time i started to sing, he couldn’t chime in fast enough with the latest boring story about one of his 401(k) clients or the latest thing that his mother had done at school (have i ever mentioned how in love this guy is with his mother?) or how proud he was of his sister who was doing so well in school or how much he loved his new manicure or his latest pomade for his hair. the man spent a lot of time thinking about his hair.

so i called him on it. asked him why every time i started to sing, he made sure to think up something quick to get me to shut up. he brushed me off and told me i was imagining things. then the next time a song came on that i liked, i started to sing. he immediately started to open his mouth to talk, and i just looked at him and kept singing.

he got so ticked off. started huffing like his dad does when he’s mad. finally i stopped singing. he started whining about how now he doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to talk, because if i’m singing and he starts talking, i’ll think it’s because he wants me to shut up. “isn’t it, though?” i asked. he had no answer and just changed the subject to some whiny “what-about-me” thing.

that man is such a girl, i swear it. i still remember where we were when we had the conversation about it. we were pulling into a TGIFriday’s parking lot. i guess some things just always stick with you, and you can remember little mundane details like that.

anyway, i’m overly sensitive about it now. if i’m singing and you so much as open your mouth to yawn and i think you’re about to start talking over me, i have this little flashback in my head and immediately tense up, and i usually get angry. then i have a pity party and start thinking about how horrible TPIM was.

even with Frank. he is always asking me to sing for him, asking me to sing louder. when Frank’s in the car, i can still wail as loudly to the music as i do when no one else is around, and he just interjects now and then that i have such a beautiful voice or he can’t believe i’m not on AI and he’s so lucky to have me. but if i’m singing, and he wants to change the CD because he can’t listen to the same artist for more than 5 minutes because — oh look! that dog has a fluffy tail! — well, it stings. i know he loves to hear me sing. but God help him if i’m singing and he starts to yawn.

can’t talk now, going shooting!!

previously on Hell on Wheels

after our straight-out-of-a-Paris-Hilton-Nicole-Ritchie-reality-show afternoon, Frank and i settled into the U-Haul for a long eve’s drive. every time we stopped to fill up with gasoline, i took great comfort in the knowledge that my Walther was directly in front of me in the glove box. by this point, Minerva no longer freaked out about the drive, as she had finally resigned herself to the gypsy life. Frank and i were sure that we’d left Amarillo more than two days prior, but we couldn’t believe that we were still only one state away, two days later. nah, couldn’t be right. i don’t remember for sure, but it might have been during this part of the trip that Frank and i started telling each other sweet things such as “there’s no one i’d rather be miserable with than you.” awwwww.

at some point, i called Joel, who we’d planned to meet when we got to Mobile. by then, we had decided that we were going to be pushing it to make it back by Tuesday, so we weren’t meeting any more bloggers on the trip, or so we thought.

Chapter 13 - There are No Road Signs in Louisiana

we got to some city, and i was really happy, because this was where we would turn south. say, did y’all know that in the southern part of Louisiana, it gets really foggy late at night? now ya do.

so we turned southeast, and then they stopped labeling the highways. we were on a major highway for a while, and we saw our exit for the non-major highway that we would take into Alabama. we planned to hit I-10 somewhere around Mobile… but after we were on this non-major highway for a ways (that’s what we call it in Texas, “a ways”), there were twists and turns and forks and T’s and not a “hey this is the number of the highway you’re on, just in case you’re from out of state and trying to follow your map” sign in sight.

we were sure we were lost. now it was dark, and we were afraid that folks from Jena were following at a safe distance, waiting for a chance to pounce.

finally, after miles and miles of scary, foggy, windy, unmarked roads, we encountered a strip center. by strip center, i mean that there was a strip of land amidst the grassy knolls of southern Louisiana; that on this strip of land, someone at some point in time had poured some asphalt; that someone had set up a semi-modular building; and that this building was occupied by a tiny cafe, a florist, and maybe a tax collector (i don’t remember). oh, and there was a lighted sign out front (the kind with an arrow pointing at the business as if to say, “hey, in case you’re not aware, there’s a building here. but don’t worry, it’s not labeled very well either.”). i was driving, so i pulled into the parking lot of the “strip center”, and Frank went to the building to seek guidance.

when he came back, he had spoken to a nice florist in pajamas who lives behind the flower shop; she told him that we were actually on the right road and that we weren’t far from the T in the road that would lead us to Alabama. a few miles and a bag of gummy bears later, we were actually almost to I-10 and out of Louisiana. *sigh*

Chapter 14 - We’re Alive!!

we didn’t quite make it to Mobile that night. as soon as we got to Alabama, the swamp gas reflecting off of a moon beam over the south made the fog so stinking thick that i just quit. i told Frank i was through driving for the day, i just couldn’t take the fog on top of everything else, and we were finding a place to stay.

i don’t remember where exactly we stayed, only that we were a few miles off of I-10. when we were leaving I-10, we saw a billboard or something advertising that Best Western had free high speed internet. say no more.

when i checked us in, i saw the “strictly no pets” sign, so i told Frank that we’d have to hide Minerva really well. so the first thing she did when we got into our room was start scratching the furniture. stupid kitten, never listens.

Frank’s first order of business was doctoring his bohiney with the Neosporin we’d bought so long ago in Jena. my first order of business, of course, was to get online and see what the children were doing with our blogs while we were away. and email! i needed email!

we had a lot of fun and spent about an hour or two reading our own blogs, answering email, posting to let everyone know that we weren’t dead yet. dead, no. dead tired, yes. finally, there was sleep. and it was good.

hey y’all! i’m taking a quick break, so not much time to talk…

yesterday by 3:00 i was in bent-over-desk mode because i haven’t had a massage since December 27, 2004. that was LAST YEAR!! and i need them every two weeks with all the computing and CPAing i do. i’m getting a massage in 5 days, and i can’t wait. so now i’m covered in Tiger Balm. i’m sure my coworkers love that.

Frank was in a car accident on his way home from work yesterday. he’s fine. low speed accident, he forgot to yield on a left turn. so his car’s in the shop now, and the next couple of days we will be co-vehicularizing together. i should clean the empty Coke cans from my passenger seat.

so anyway. no Bible study last night. :-( but we’ll go to that church Sunday and see how i like it.

how about some links to go with your disjointed post?

Harvey said some really nice stuff about me, and i almost forgave him for not voting for me almost a year ago.

over at IMAO, i answered Frank’s list of questions that you have to answer in order to be a proper blogger.

speaking of IMAO, Frank has deemed the group blogging a success. which means that someday i’m gonna get mad blog money off of that blog. but i’ll wait till the white gold fund is full before i start demanding my equitable share (2.6%).

have a lovely rest of the day, musees! later gators.

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from the picture i woulda sworn that was Will Tippin.

* sigh *

I WANT WILL TIPPIN BACK!!

my lunch is better than yours… i’m having February rent for lunch. i made jambalaya Sunday, and today we’re both having it for lunch and dinner. it is sooooo good. are you envying me right now? you should be. mmmm.

the church situation… Sunday i was in tension headache mode, but i worked a few hours in the afternoon, and by Sunday evening i was ok. so we went to the last church of Christ congregation in the area that we hadn’t yet visited. we pulled up, and i saw the building, which was tiny. my shoulders fell immediately, and i started to feel beaten down.

you can skip this whole paragraph if you don’t want story background, but by the end of the paragraph, the one thing you need to know is that i don’t go to churches that don’t have kitchens. ok, i don’t usually go into religious specifics here, but for story background i will. in the church of Christ, there are definitely different flavors of congregations. i’m of the very conservative variety (shocked, no?), but i’m not as far to the right as the “non”-variety. there’s NBC (non-Bible class), non-institutional (no supporting of orphanages because the eldership of the church is not in charge of the money once it goes to the other church that runs the orphanage), non-cooperational (no cooperating with other congregations for supporting missionaries and stuff like that), and then there are the ones with no kitchen at the church building (no coming to church to eat or something like that). ok, so i like Bible class, missionaries, orphanages and food, and i don’t think that any of these things are a sin, and i think that elders can take too much authority in a congregation and go too far (what is called “Lording over the congregation” by i think Paul, if not him, then one of those other apostles). /detailed religious background

anyway. churches that have kitchens are usually at least a little bigger than churches with no kitchens. when we pulled up in the parking lot, i noticed that the building was tiny, which was when my shoulders slumped and i grabbed my forehead.

Frank asked, “what’s wrong, Sweetie, you have a headache?”
i said, “this is gonna be one of those no-kitchen churches. i’m never going to find a church like [the one back home that i love so much].”
Frank said something smart such as, “well, let’s wait till we get inside before you decide. maybe it’s not like that.”

so we walked inside, and several men were in the tiny lobby to greet us. we said hi, shook hands, grabbed a bulletin and made our way into the auditorium, which was also tiny. i was distracted by my checklist in my head. baptistry, check. well, that’s different, individual chairs. nothing wrong with that. seating, check. old people, check. very few our age, that’s fine. children, check. not too frilly, check. need to check out the songbooks… this is what i do when i first visit a congregation. so i was going through my checklist, and Frank said (in a quiet voice), “hey, Sweetie, they have coffee back there, and food.”

i thought, so? we’re here to worship, why is he concerned about coffee? i looked at him and said, “do you need something?”
Frank said, “no, i was just letting you know.”
duh. then i realized that was his way of telling me they have a kitchen. i almost laughed out loud at myself. “ooooooooh. thanks, sweetness.”

they use my favorite songbooks, so i was happy. the congregation is tiny, which is just my size. worship was good, but we couldn’t tell anything about the way it usually is, because there was a guest preacher and guest song-leader. so this Sunday we can find out more. if the preaching is good, i may have found a church home! so i’m tentatively excited about that. and tonight we’re going there for Bible study. so we’ll see.

maybe they don’t like the smell of Florida water either… so Saturday night we went to mass, and we hadn’t been to mass since Lent started because the first week of Lent we didn’t leave the house all weekend with Frank’s dizzy headaches and my tension headaches. anyway, there was no “holy water” when we walked in, so Frank was confused about that. i thought maybe it was a Lent thing, so i looked it up online that night. it turns out that some churches do that, something about making people miss the water and thirst for it (metaphorically). but the Vatican’s not for that, apparently. anyone else seen this? btw, sometimes people don’t give me a second glance when they have to step over me on their way up to the front for the communion. but occasionally, they look at me like i have 3 heads or just threatened their puppy. it doesn’t bother me, i know that’s just the human way. the same way people in the church of Christ look at people who walk in late or leave to take the communion on Sunday evening. oh!! look at that girl!! stare at her!! she missed church this morning!! sinner!! heathen!! yeah, i’ve done it too. if they would have spent less time watching FoxNews they could have gotten to church on time. worldly heathens! anyway, they’re always nice during the “peace be with you” part. maybe they just don’t like having to step over me. * shrugs *

not if i see you first, Love… ALIAS fans and people who read my ALIAS stuff know about the “not if i see you first, Love” thing. Sark and the evil horrible Larvin would say that to each other last season. so lately i’ve started calling Frank “Love” for no reason at all other than it’s mushy and blah blah blah. so now when one of us says “see ya later”, the other says, “not if i see you first, Love.” then we giggle. hee.

ok, that’s all i have time for, musees. heart y’all!

stop calling him “Mr. Bush”. show some respect.

btw, E.D.’s hair looks great today, but what’s with the leather pants?

yay for the DVR!!

anyway, the top 12 girls…

Vonzell Solomon 01… wow she has great stage presence. had a few iffy notes tonight, but she looks great, she sounded mostly great, and she’s got great charisma.

p.s. i love Simon.

Amanda Avila 02… bad bad song choice. not so good at the beginning, but she can wail pretty well. if she can stick the low notes, she’ll be great. i think she’s nervous, but she’ll get better as the weeks go on…

Janay Castine 03… she’s not been one of my favorites before, but she seems sweet. tonight i think she picked the wrong song. that song is either too low for her range or too high to do her voice justice. she’s got a good voice and good stage presence. bad song.

and LOL at Simon calling Paula old.

Carrie Underwood 04… i love her. love the voice on the low notes, the high notes, the long notes, the short notes. she’s the best in this competition in my opinion. and she looks great tonight. she’s absolutely stunning.

ok, the sound is just awful tonight.

Sarah Mather 05… i liked her throughout the opening rounds. maybe it’s just her poor luck following Carrie. but tonight she’s nondescript, doesn’t stand out. beautiful, good voice, but blah. oh my goodness, Paula actually said something negative without Randy first being at least as negative. way to have a spine, Paula!

Melinda Lira 06… you just cannot sing that song and be exciting unless you’re Celine Dion. her voice was great, she’s perfectly on pitch (unlike Randy’s evaluation) but she didn’t excite me at all. too bad, too, because she has a great power ballad voice. just has to step it up a notch. so i have spoken, so let it be done.

Nadia Turner 07… she is awesome. the voice isn’t wowing me, but that’s because she’s singing like three notes. but she’s so entertaining and rocks!! i’m so impressed with her. i’m voting for her and Carrie tonight.

Celena Rae 08… the sound. is. awful. that’s AI’s fault. she’s in control of the stage, too nervous for the higher notes, wow, she’s beautiful. i actually agree with Randy, she was a little boring. bad song choice for sure. but i think she’ll be much better later.

Kayla Gordon 09… ok. wrong song. wrong song. so much personality and stage presence coming out of her, but she’s not getting the notes and that is an awful. song for her. oh, and Simon? she IS annoying. but i really like her. if she’ll sing the right song i like her. she might end up being this year’s Jon Peter Lewis. which isn’t necessarily good.

Lindsay Cardinale 10… that is a very understated song for her. and if she wasn’t so beautiful and captivating, i’d have said boring boring boring. awful song choice. i am so disappointed in her tonight, so she just has to be much better next week.

Jessica Sierra 11… she sang well, but she was boring. she needs to stretch.

ok. so the big-boobed girl gets on the TV, and what does Frank say? “this show needs a wardrobe malfunction to liven it up.” stupid boy.

Aloha Mischeaux 12… i actually liked her really well, and to this point she had been boring to me. i’ll vote for her.

ok. so my order for tonight…

Carrie.
Nadia.
Aloha.

after that, meh.
the bottom two for me tonight…
Amanda.
Sarah or Melinda.

i won’t have time at lunch to write about everything from the reunion. but i will get started at least. as y’all know, a couple weeks ago the great Frank J (worship him!) and i, the lovely and talented SarahK, went to Tammi’s place for the Bad Example Family (& Friends) Reunion. Frank and i are of the & Friends variety; nice of them to change the name for us, no?

when we arrived at Tammi’s place Saturday morning, a tall, leggy, beautiful woman with more electricity than a lightning bolt answered the door. i immediately hugged her, because i knew who was coming and knew that i’d want to hug everyone there. as we embraced and did that girlie “hiiiiiiiiiiiii!!” thing, i asked, “who are you?”

“i’m Tammi!” and wow, you’re a short little thang!
“this is Frank.” he needs more coffee. and wow, i figured you a blonde!
“hiiiiii Frank, we’re so glad y’all came!” and yes, i DO have energy bursting from every pore!
“uhhhh, hi. who are you?”
“this is Tammi.”
“uh, hi, Tammi.” whoever that is. oh wait. this is her house. “hey, thanks for inviting us, Tammi, we really appreciate it!”
“and Sarah, this is Teresa–” hey! i know her! i need to hug her! so pretty! and blonde, i assumed brunette! wait, they’re backwards!
“and _Jon–” he swears a lot and says nice stuff about me! i need to hug him!
“and that’s Harvey over there–” wha?? … hmm … i expected him to look like a real jerk. he looks nice enough. he didn’t vote for me. and i had to kiss up to him for a year before he blogrolled me. i even gave up. hmm… … … i need to hug him!

“hiiiiiiiii, Teresa, i’m SarahK!”
“hiiiiiiiii! it’s so nice to meet you!”
“you tooooooo!”

“hi, _Jon!” i know the boys don’t care about me, they only want to meet the great and all-powerful Frank J (worship him!) .
“uh, hi!” hey, cool! she’s not a blog relative! oh wait. she’s taken. that must be Frank. i wonder if he’s packing, ’cause if not, i’ll bet i can take him.

“hi, Harvey!” um, i’m hugging him and he is reluctantly hugging me back. either Beloved Wife will kick his butt if he hugs me, or he’s afraid because i’ll always hold a grudge about the t-shirt babe contest… oh, who am i kidding. “Harvey, this is Frank!”
“hi, SarahK! hey, Frank, it’s so good to meet you!” yeah, i still wouldn’t vote for her. oh look! it’s the great Frank J! i know i should shake his hand, but i wonder if he’d be okay with a hug.
“oh, hey, Harvey!” i hope he doesn’t try to hug me. maybe a nice firm handshake. i did remember my Kel-Tec, so he’d better not get too close.

ugh. lunchy time is over, and i’m not even through the introductions. tune in later for more antics from the Bad Example (& Friends) Family Reunion.

she gets her own special post. Sa left a comment on my blog, and i’m smiling huge. i miss her terribly, and i haven’t talked to her in weeks, because the phone is always busy when i call…

so yay! i’ll call you tonight.

THUG: Isn’t that what the Bible says?
VAUGHN [in priest garb]: What, do I look like some kind of an expert?

y’all are the greatest.

i’m in a sad / bad / pathetic / pitiful mood. y’all tell me some jokes or something. Frank’s too busy not reading my emails, not reading my blog on which i have no time to post, and doing other things so he has no time to make me laugh.

please.

Nikko Smith 866-IDOLS-01 — i didn’t remember him before tonight, but i’ll say he was really good tonight.

Scott Savol 866-IDOLS-02 — i thought he was really good, Randy might be high tonight. i was not expecting that song from him, but i thought he was really good. i agree with Simon, he doesn’t look like an AI, glad he’s here, yadda yadda. whatever. i’m only waiting around for my hockey-name heartthrob anyway. :-)

and there he is. Anthony Federov 866-IDOLS-03. i’m gonna say let’s give him another chance. even when he plays it safe and is boring, he’s got such beautiful pipes. now if he’ll just let loose…

Bo Bice 866-IDOLS-04 — ok. i might have to switch and have a new favorite. he was excellent. best tonight so far.

Travis Tucker 866-IDOLS-05 — what is with people picking boring songs??? don’t you know this is it?? this is the final!! no slow nondescript songs!! ok, well at least he was more boring than Anthony Federov. sang it well, but come on… please, this is the big show!!

Constantine. Constantine! 06 — why in the world did you pick a Seal song?? oh goodness, please. email me sweetie, i’ll pick your song for next week, you are killing me! you. are. a. rocker. act like it!! stop trying to be the pop guy! Paula is lying to you! you did not stick with your own style! for serious! you must not assimilate!! * sigh *

David Brown 07 — boring, off-key, and the sound is bad. the bad sound isn’t his fault, but the rest is. i thought he was much better in the other auditions.

Frank says tonight’s competition is about who will suck the worst. that sounds about right.

WHAT! IS! WITH! THE! SONGS!!! so far tonight Bo Bice is the only one who has picked the right song. Jared Yates 08 — he’s boring too.

the problem tonight is that they all have good voices but they are all bor.ing.

Anwar Robinson 09 — ok, it started out awful, but as Frank just quoth, he’s the best of the boring. and yeah, as soon as the music started, i rolled my eyes and said, “boring!” at least he redeemed it and even gave me chills at the end. ok, Paula, it wasn’t THAT good. it was second best so far tonight, which doesn’t say much.

Judd Harris 10 — thank you for not being boring. he’s got it, no question. charisma, spunk, voice, originality. i liked it. second best tonight. i’m just thankful it wasn’t Stevie Wonder. you’re right, Simon, a lot of girls will vote for him because he wasn’t boring.

Joseph Murena 11 — i thought the voice was good, it was a safe song, but it doesn’t matter. he made the right choice by staring right into the camera and singing to SarahK.

Mario Vasquez 12 — he just reminds me so much of JT. which means i really like him. eek, lots of off-key notes, but he’s just so entertaining. no, Paula, Randy, Simon is right. he wasn’t that great vocally, but he’s a great entertainer.

ok, so here’s my order.
Bo.
Mario.
Judd.
Joseph.
after them, i’m just going on the past…
Anthony.
Anwar.
Scott.
Constantine.
Travis.
Nikko.
David.
Jared.

Frank came into the living room this morning and said, “where’s my coffee?”
“i don’t know, where did you last see it?”

i’m such a bad girlfriend.

this was a very slow weekend for us. Friday night i picked up Chili’s after work, and we ate. after that, we watched some stuff off the DVR and snuggled on the couch. we were both headachy and tired, and Frank was still dizzy. he went to bed around 8:45, and i went to bed around 9:00.

Saturday i woke up at 8:00 and hit the livingroom, and Frank was up not long after i was. we had planned to go shooting Saturday, but neither of us felt well enough for that. plus, i wasn’t sure i’d be able to take the noise with my loverly tension headache. most of the day we sat watching shows from the DVR. then Frank started feeling better, so we got ready and went to mass. after mass, we got Taco Bell for dinner (y’all have no idea how much i miss Taco Bueno) and stopped by Walgreens so i could get some allergy meds.

i took a Benadryl when i got home. after dinner, we put in Napoleon Dynamite, and i snoozed off and on during the movie. not because i didn’t enjoy the movie (it was funny when anything was actually happening) but because the Benadryl knocked me on my pinkytoe. i’m such a wuss. plus, i had an ugly headache, and it’s always easier to just sleep those off. Frank said that i was speaking in tongues as i snoozed. after the movie, i insisted in some foreign tongue that i was plenty awake to stay out and continue watching TV. Frank patted me on the head and said, “ok, cutie head,” and went off to play video games. i was totally out of it.

i finally got up and went to bed at 8:00 (5 minutes after Frank retreated to the den for the computer games). i have no idea about Frank, he could have had a loud disco party and i’da been none the wiser.

Sunday, i woke up around 4 a.m. when Minerva came around and started snuggling me. i got up and checked email, read some blogs, then started blogging myself. by 6 a.m. i was tired again, so i went back to bed and didn’t get up until 9:30, and i had another headache. i’m getting quite bored with headaches, btw. i’m sure y’all are too.

i went to the office for a couple hours around 1 then came back, got jambalaya on the stove, then got ready for worship. we went to a new congregation tonight, and i really liked it. of course, they were having a gospel meeting, so we didn’t get to hear the usual preacher or the usual songleader, but i’m hopeful. the congregation reminds me a lot of the one back in Fort Worth that i love so much. it’s even the right size for me.

so we came home and ate our jambalaya, and i’m going to bed. i’ll post this tomorrow so y’all will have something to read.

ta, musees!

22 Then Paul stood in the midst of the Areopagus and said, “Men of Athens, I perceive that in all things you are very religious;
23 for as I was passing through and considering the objects of your worship, I even found an altar with this inscription:

TO THE UNKNOWN GOD.

Therefore, the One whom you worship without knowing, Him I proclaim to you:
24 God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands.
25 Nor is He worshiped with men’s hands, as though He needed anything, since He gives to all life, breath, and all things.
26 And He has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth, and has determined their preappointed times and the boundaries of their dwellings,
27 so that they should seek the Lord, in the hope that they might grope for Him and find Him, though He is not far from each one of us;
28 for in Him we live and move and have our being, as also some of your own poets have said, “For we are also His offspring.’
29 Therefore, since we are the offspring of God, we ought not to think that the Divine Nature is like gold or silver or stone, something shaped by art and man’s devising.
30 Truly, these times of ignorance God overlooked, but now commands all men everywhere to repent,
31 because He has appointed a day on which He will judge the world in righteousness by the Man whom He has ordained. He has given assurance of this to all by raising Him from the dead.”
32 And when they heard of the resurrection of the dead, some mocked, while others said, “We will hear you again on this matter.”
33 So Paul departed from among them.

JACK: Is something on your mind, Agent Vaughn?
VAUGHN: No, not really…. I’m not sleeping very well.
JACK: It’s Lauren, isn’t it?
VAUGHN: I think I see her sometimes. I mean, I thought I saw her in Algeria. Does that ever happen to you?
JACK: You mean, do I see Lauren?

previously on “Hell on Wheels”

Chapter 11 - Y’all Come Back to Jena, LA, Unless Your Names are Frank J and SarahK

we woke up really late Sunday, after our adventurous stressful day in Texas traffic. i don’t think we even got out of the motel until 11ish. so we gassed up the big monster U-Haul and hit the road. we had planned to cut diagonally down Louisiana so we could hit I-10 around Baton Rouge and drive the coastal route; however, we decided that we didn’t want to go through any large cities that we didn’t have to, so we were going to head farther east and hit I-10 at Mobile.

this plan worked fine, and then we realized that if you’re in Louisiana and you’re not on a big road that has a blue sign or a big state-shaped white sign… well, we were glad that Frank was carrying dual .45s (on his person).

around lunchtime-ish, we hit Jena, Louisiana. there i was, driving down the main road in Jena, and this man in a pickup truck was parked on the side of the road, waving at me to stop (as he sat in his truck). um, ok. so i slowed down, and then i realized what he was on about. apparently, there was a funeral, because i saw people driving out of the funeral home parking lot and entering a long line of cars headed up by a police car. so now i was in the middle of this procession. nothing to see here, folks, this isn’t a U-Haul, really. it’s a hearse.

we stopped in at a grocery store to see if they had sandwiches in their deli (it was Sunday, but by our wonky trip clock, the deli should have been open!!); when that failed, we hit the bathrooms and then bought Frank some ointment for his injured pinkytoe. yes, it was 2 days after the stabbing, but we figured better late than never on the antibiotic ointment.

we were hungry, so when we saw the McDonald’s / Sonic small-town strip (in Texas it’s a Subway / Sonic / DQ strip), we were most happy to stop at Sonic for lunch. just before we pulled in, i said, “i’m not sure we can get out of the Sonic parking lot in this thing. maybe we should pull in close by so we have enough room.”

Frank said, “good idea.”
i said, “hey, there’s an Auto Zone, what about there?”
Frank said, “yeah, it’s a big parking lot.”

then once we got into the parking lot, which is on the main two-lane “highway” in town, i said, “um, are you gonna be able to back this thing out of here?” because i’d just noticed that there was only one entrance/exit. Frank said, “uhhh… sure.” by the way, i had a migraine at this point, and we were right next to a Wal-Mart; we decided that after we left we would go there and pick up some migraine patches for me.

so we went and had a nice lunch sitting at the tables outside at Sonic. Minerva stayed in the truck, and no, it wasn’t hot outside. so we sat in the nice breeze, chatting, talking about how glad we were that we were finally making progress on our trip. now that we’re out of Texas, i know it will be a lot better, i thought.

then God laughed at us. laughed HARD. we went back to the U-Haul, and Frank started the truck. as soon as he shifted into reverse, this nice man pulled up directly behind Frank, parked and got out of his truck. wha?? did he not see us??

so i got out of the truck. i was going into the Auto Zone to find this dimwit and ask him politely to move his vehicle. as i was walking by, i noticed a passenger in the truck. i flashed my sweet t-shirt babe smile and asked if he had keys to the car. no, he didn’t, so i said, did your friend go inside Auto Zone? yes, he did, and his name is Leon. i don’t remember if that’s the name, but it sounds familiar, so i might be right. i walked in and asked, “is there a Leon in here?” “yeah, that’s me.” “um, nice man, hey look how pretty i am, um, you parked right behind us, would you mind moving your truck, and i’ll smile real sweet like this as your reward?” of course, he obliged.

after the nice man moved his truck, Frank started to work his U-Haul magic. shortly after this began, we realized that we were either going to have to 1) turn the U-Haul and trailer in reverse into the part of the parking lot that runs in front of the store or 2) back this baby up onto the highway. as backing up onto the highway so we could shift in to drive would require stopping down traffic, we went with the first option.

not so easy as it sounded. see, when you back the U-Haul up and turn the butt of it to go into the other parking lot, the trailer with the Explorer turns in the exact opposite direction. the engineer and the CPA couldn’t quite master this concept, nor could we see any way out of this stupid parking lot.

fifteen minutes later, we were still trying. a nice man in a tiny white pickup came over and offered to stop down traffic for us so we could just back up onto the highway without turning and be on our merry little way.

ten minutes after that, we were still trying to keep the stupid Explorer straight in line with the U-Haul so we could even back the U-Haul up onto the highway. the man in the tiny white pickup gave up and drove away.

after ten more minutes and several collisions between the Explorer and the U-Haul, we were thinking that Jena might be a nice place to call home, and the creek next to the Auto Zone might be a nice place to ditch the U-Haul. a kind gentleman, at least 65, parked across the highway and came over and asked, “you want me to give it a shot?” to which i (standing in the parking lot trying to direct Frank) replied, “can you make this horror stop?”, or i might have just said, “sure!”, i can’t remember. so we walked to the cab of the U-Haul where the gentleman asked Frank the same question. Frank said something like, “well, you don’t look like you can handle such a piece of machinery, ol’ fella.” just kidding, Frank just looked relieved and said, “sure!” Mr. Helper Man then informed us that our jobs would be to stop down traffic so he could back the U-Haul onto the highway.

so there we were in Jena, Louisiana, on a Sunday afternoon around 2 or 3, right next to the Wal-Mart where everyone in town does their Sunday afternoon grocery shopping, Frank stopping traffic coming from the east, and i stopping traffic coming from the west. i stood in front of my line of cars and just smiled real pretty and said “sorry, teehee,” over and over.

after about five minutes, Mr. Helper Man was still working the U-Haul, but he was making significant progress; cars on the highway decided that they had plenty of time before Mr. Helper Man made it out onto the highway, so they just started driving around me and Frank. i was doing my best not to bust out in a fit of laughter or tears or both. finally, the cars on my side stayed put, and on Frank’s side, there was a public safety something or other truck with lights that stopped and put on his lights so the people behind him would stop.

most everyone still waiting looked very sympathetic. some of them looked annoyed but amused, but no one started cursing at us or flipping us the bird. about five or ten minutes later, Mr. Helper Man was on the highway in the U-Haul, his sweet wife standing by and smiling. me, i was almost crying out of exhaustion and joy. Frank shook Mr. Helper Man’s hand and we both jumped into the truck. i was shouting, “go go go!” and Frank said, “um… do you think we can wait and stop at Wal-Mart in a different town?” to which i responded, “oh yes, please don’t stop here, i’m not sure they’ll let us leave.”

as we drove out of Jena, Frank said, “i sure am glad this happened in the South where people are so nice.”

i’m sitting on the couch writing the Louisiana part of the move story. no really, i am. and FoxNews is on, and it is soooo funny to listen to this correspondent try to pronounce the names of the henchmen of Zarqawi who were arrested. it look him like 5 minutes to say one name, and you know his eyes got all huge and his shoulders fell when he saw the next name a couple minutes later. “aw, man, i already did one, why two??? not fair! Brian Kilmeade gets to talk sports and half-stalk Paula Abdul, and i get stuck with Ali Badguy and his little friends.”

no migraine tonight. today all day i’ve had a tension headache, the kind where it feels like someone has your head in a vise and you’re not quite sure you’ll ever have a coherent thought in your brain again. it’s ok, i’m just really having a hard time working, hard time blogging, hard time doing anything that can remotely be considered productive. the good thing about it is that i was finally prompted to find a massage therapist here. i haven’t had a massage since December 27th, and i didn’t realize how bad it was, probably because i’m so happy at work. but it’s apparently bad.

i talked to Tarina tonight, that made me happy. i miss her. i also miss Karen and Julie and my ma. Karen, if you’re reading, can you email me your home email address so i can say hi? Julie, i’ll email you.

i miss Sa. last time i talked to her was a couple of weeks ago, her phone was broken. she was going to call me back later when she wasn’t contending with kids. i haven’t heard from her, and every single time i try to call, the line is busy. at least i’m in touch with her dad, but where is my best friend?

i’m halfway through the Louisiana part of our trip story, but finishing is hard when the head muscles are trying to squeeze your eyeballs out through your nostrils. i also want to say stuff about all the bad example people from the blogger family reunion with celebrity guest Frank J. see excuse from previous sentence.

Frank hasn’t given me my IMAO login yet. i was going to go over there and post a picture of hot chicks (namely my sister and me), but no login. until busy season is over, i’ll pretty much only have time for the gratuitous T-Shirt Babe photo of the day. i’m sure everyone at IMAO will be sad of that. ;-)

i have updates to my blogroll coming soon. i have a few people to add. i think i should have a rule. every cool blogger i meet gets an automatic spot in the blogroll. i’ve yet to meet an uncool blogger. but how sad would it be for the first blogger i meet who isn’t cool? hmm, why am i not on the muse-roll? i’m sure it’s a mistake, lemme email SarahK, who really thinks she’s more important than she is. i’ll ask what’s the deal and she’ll be reminded of her oversight. um, no, you’re just not cool. how would i say that? oh well, don’t have to deal with it yet. as long as i carefully screen which bloggers i meet, no problemo.

i miss talking to my Bebe. Angela and i used to IM every night and sometimes mornings. now we can’t seem to match up our schedules. she’s taking online college courses and being a full-time mom, i’m busy at work and cooking for my sweetheart, we’re never online at the same time. :-( waaaaaah.

wow, i’m whiny tonight. but i’ve decided that i write better and it flows more freely when i just let the muscles commence with the eyeball-nostril squeezing and let the fingers do all the thinking.

my main squeeze, my only squeeze, went to bed a while ago. he’s not feeling so good. dizzy and lightheaded. so of course when we’re watching CSI:NY on the DVR tonight, the episode is about a girl being inexplicably dizzy and then collapsing dead at her wedding ceremony. turns out her wedding dress killed her. sorry for spoiling that for anyone if i did. my bad. anyway, i’m glad Frank isn’t wearing a wedding dress or getting married today or Jewish (the dead girl in the show was Jewish).

i picked up Indian food tonight because that’s what Mr. Wonderful wanted. it was so good.

i did finally make Monday night’s dessert last night. i made the Neiman Marcus cake, and after scarfing down his first piece in record time (record, i say!), he said, “i want more Alfred E. Newman cake.” he has eaten so much of it; loooooves it. and me, well, i had a piece for breakfast and think i’ll have one now and then go to bed.

nighty night, musees.

ok, so we tivo’d the American Idol from last night where they narrowed it down to 24. here are my opinions as to who is going on…

* David Brown, the first to make it through. i love his voice.
* Tammy Nash. she cries a lot. every single time she is on the camera, she breaks down. oh no. they just told her she’s going home, she’s going to cry a waterfall. wow, she cried less after they sent her home. oh well, she has a great attitude. good luck to her.
* Nikko Smith, don’t remember him, but he’s going on to the top 24.
*Aloha, don’t remember her, but she’s sticking around too. LOL, “i’m so happy. i need a donut. i’m hungry.” i like her.
* Mikalah Gordon. i don’t know why, but i really like this girl. in real life she would annoy me to no end. maybe it’s because she can elicit emotion from Simon Cowell. she’s through to the top 24, that’s good.
* Anthony Fedorov, yay!!!!! i LOVE him. or severely heart him anyway.
* Nadia and Vonzell. both great singers. glad they’re through to the next round.
* Carrie Underwood, the country girl blonde with an actual butt (not big, but it exists!). Frank says she reminds him of someone. :-) i told him he better not have a crush on her.
* Judd. he’s aight, not my favorite. maybe he gets better in the coming rounds.
* Faith. wow, she’s distraught. but everyone else was there trying too.
* Sarah Mather. i don’t remember her much.
* Celena Rae, never heard of her.
* Janay Castine, i think i remember her being good.
* Joseph Murena? ok, don’t remember much of him.
* I’m glad Anwar Robinson made it, he’s good, and he’s a music teacher. gotta love that.
* thank goodness, no Jamar Jefferson. he was way too hyper for my taste, and i was getting really bored with the hopping.
* J.P. Koehler. great voice, great attitude, smiles all the time… :-O i’m shocked he’s going home. but i’m glad he was still nice after the dismissal. that makes it much better for me.
* Lindsay Cardinale. whew, i was so afraid the judges were gonna
* Melinda Lira, never heard of her.
* Mario Vasquez, yay! i like him.
* Kim Holloway out.
* Beau Bice. LOL, i love Simon.
* Jared Yates, who is that? all i know is he wears contacts.
* Constantine, i’m glad he got through. now if he can just get it so he’s not always just a millisecond behind the music when he’s singing, i’ll be happy.
* Jaclyn Crum, Amanda Avila. Jaclyn was never my favorite with the voice, but i liked her personality, she’s way emotional like me. but she’ll come back. i thought Amanda was good, so i’m glad she’s going through.
* Scott Savol. i love his voice. i wonder if he knows he’s gonna have to work with other people for these musical numbers.
* Travis Tucker, he has a good voice. good for him.

overall, i’m pretty happy with the top 24. my 2 favorite with the girls are going on (Lindsay and Carrie). my favorite guy is moving forward (Anthony Federov), and yes, Constantine. sync up with the music, and he’s one of my favorites too. yes, i know. leave me alone about it.

IMAO is becoming a group blog, as of today. the bloggers there will be the great Frank J., NSFW Harvey, Ducky, CadetHappyDead, FlyingStalkMonkey, the previously blogless Scott (who does the voices on the IMAO audio bits) and yours truly, the t-shirt babe. i won’t post there often, especially during busy season, but whenever the news/political inspiration hits me, i’ll post there. mainly, i’m just the token chick.

so now IMAO is even crazier and better than before, and is sure to have much more questionable material. ;-)

you are warned.

crushing migraine make SarahK think about a thousand things.

one thing. Scrubs last night. Clay Aiken played Kenny, the really geeky country boy working in the cafeteria. he was so funny. even before he sang to win the talent show, i was giddy over his presence. eeee!

next thing. Scrubs last week. J.D.’s girlfriend’s hair was frizzed out because they were riding in J.D.’s convertible. she said, “that’s ok, i have a scrunchy,” pulled out a ponytail holder and her hair was immediately ruly and lovely. i thought it was cute at the time and didn’t laugh out loud. but last night i was walking through the mall and thinking about my life and all the things that have happened recently, and for some reason, that scene popped into my head and i started giggling out loud. everyone was looking at me. then i started thinking about my goofy boyfriend and the fact that i now live in Florida, and that had me giggling harder. so then i was walking through the mall giggling out loud, swinging my purchases around, hahahahaha.

a certain subject came up just now with me and Frank. no, it’s not what you’re thinking. but oh my goodness, this man is almost 26 years old and has just learned some basic information about himself that he never knew before. i asked a question to which i do not know the answer. he apparently didn’t know the answer either. we had to research and discuss in depth, and it turns out completely different than he thought. oh if y’all could be flies on the wall at House of IMAO. you would be ROFLYPTO just like me.

and another thing. in case your eyes moved quickly past the ALIAS post, Mistuh Sahhk and Anna Espinosa!! next week!! eeeeeeee!!

plus this thing. Minerva snuggled me this evening. she doesn’t do that so much these days, because she’s busy chasing or snuggling Sydney. i might have purred.

one more thing. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Frank is the funniest and cluelessest.

oh yeah. i filed my taxes online tonight. and i’m getting a refund. hoorah! (there, _Jon. i’ve said hoorah since high school.)

oh, that is just too much excitement for one night for me. i must get to bed so i can recover my facilities by morning. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!