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It's my birthday!!!

09.25.04 (3:34 pm) [edit]

I'm older, but still not wiser and I doubt I'll ever grow up. So far, I've had lots of phone calls from friends and relatives and they all seem to come in bunches. My Mom called first at 8am followed by my Uncle at 8:05am, then my Aunt at 8:10am. Then for 3 hours no calls. At 11am Missi Jackson calls, then at 11:08am Mr. Picky, then another Aunt at 11:15am. Then for 2 hours no calls. Then while I'm in the cinema watching Shaun of the Dead (more on that later) my brother Bud calls followed by another Aunt 2 minutes late. Since then no calls. Why do people always want to call you at the same time? Afterwards we went to Rudy's BBQ for a late lunch. Good stuff, but apparently it's not as good as the BBQ in Lockhart.

Shaun of the Dead, which opened in the US this week and is already on DVD in the UK, is absolutely hilarious. Simon Pegg is comic gold. He's more than Sgt. Evans in Band of Brothers!! He's your average guy with girlfriend issues who happens to wake up one morning and find out that everyone in town has turned into flesh-eating zombies. There were even some touching moments in this Comedy-Horror and I have to say the acting was top-notch. It's not often that I say this but GO OUT AND WATCH THIS MOVIE RIGHT NOW. Don't just take my word for it. The critics love it too.

Later today, I'm heading to Dee's baby shower and then may be I'll get wasted. Or may be, I'll get wasted now and then go to Dee's baby shower. What do you think?

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I have such wonderful friends

09.23.04 (1:10 pm) [edit]

----- Thu 23rd of Sept, 12:35pm Nat -----

Hey,
Just sending out feelers but would either one of you be interested in seeing "Shaun of the Dead" for my birthday this weekend?

Nat

----- Thu 23rd Sept, 1:05pm Shagman -----

I am interested in seeing Resident Evil 2 for Nat's birthday this weekend!!!! What say you [Mr. Picky]???

S.

---- Thu 23rd Sept, 1:05pm Mr Picky ----

I think we should also go to Sugar's [a strip club] for Nat's birthday.

----- Thu 23rd of Sept, 1:35pm Nat ----

Um...don't I get a say in any of this? The last time I let someone else pick the movie on my birthday, it was
Mayuresh and you know what happened then!!

Besides, Milla Jovovich running around in a towel killing zombies may be your fantasy but it's not mine. I prefer cute British guy running around with a cricket bat killing zombies.

Nat

------ Thu 23rd Sept, 1:05pm Mr Picky -----

In this case, I think it's best if we agree to disagree.

So have fun at Shaun of the Dead. [Shagman] and I will independently celebrate your birthday with an evening of RE2 and Sugars. And let's all pray that there are no dead hookers this year, unlike the last time [Shagman] and I celebrated your birthday.

----Thu, 23rd of Oct, 3:00pm Nat ----
OMG...you were serious? Well in that case you can &*&%^$#@((@#$^^%$$#@@#$$$ ....!!!!

Nat

----Thu, 23rd of Oct, 3:45pm Mr. Picky ----
Nat...I think there's something wrong with your keyboard.

[Shagman]...there's a 7:45 showing of Resident Evil 2. I also think we should chip in for the VIP section for Sugars. Only the best in honor of Nat's birthday! I hope they have a Jamaican stripper. We can have her role-play and be "Naughty Nat, The Rastafarian Birthday Girl."

---- Thu, 23rd of Oct, 3:50pm Nat ----

You're a real Berkshire Hunt (Cockney rhyming slang for...well you figure it out!!)

Nat

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Tuesdays with the Mullets

09.21.04 (4:01 pm) [edit]

Hi, I'm Mama Mullet and this is my family. We got hit by a tornado on our way to taking our family portrait at Walmart, so if a few hairs are out of place, you'll have to forgive us. Thank goodness for hairspray. I was able to tweeze my way back to a beautiful hair-do. Now just look at my cute hubby, Billy-Bob and my baby boy, Billy-Bob Jr. Don't we make the cutest family you've ever seen? People in town say that my hubby looks like Jon Bon Jovi. What they don't know is that Billy-Bob wears leather boxers to bed and sings "Raise Your Hands" to me every night before we, um...do stuff. Next week, I'll post our vacation photos. Billy-Bob got to put his head up an elephant's butt at Busch Gardens. OOOOOooooo-weeeeeeee!!

(Caity-bug, are you related to these people? Just kidding)

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Guys and Dolls

09.20.04 (12:55 pm) [edit]

I love my brother Bud. He's a good big brother to me and a good son to my Mom. Unfortunately, he's not so good to the other ladies in his life. He also has issues such as paranoia and what I like to call a "sun complex" - he thinks he is the center of the solar system at times and everything that happens around him, revolves around him. Don't get me wrong, he's not egotistical, thinking himself to be all that. He just thinks that every weird look, every odd glance, every sudden movement, every rejection is part of a greater conspiracy against him. He thinks that there are evil minds out there sending out signals questioning his manhood.

I'm at my wits end when it comes to helping him to get over his paranoia. Mom and I suggested a counselor and he wasn't very keen on it at all. He considers going to a counselor a failure and the height of self-centeredness. I told him self-centeredness runs in the family. I have a blog, therefore I am self-centered. I nagged for weeks and finally he relented. Here's a convo I had with AE about his visit and his other issues.

natblog: Bud went to the counsellor twice
natblog: she's recommending professional therapy if his insurance has a mental health plan
AESav: wow
AESav: I'm glad he went
natblog: he seems addicted to it too
natblog: a lady who listens to him for hours...I should have known he'd find it appealing
AESav: lol
AESav: I'm glad he went. I really am.
natblog: He broke up with Mimi and they're still having sex occasionally
natblog: he told me this last night...I could have killed him
natblog: He should have cut the ties completely especially since she likes him more than he likes her. It was so wrong of him to turn her into his f**k buddy
AESav: Girls think sex = love.
AESav: sex = relationship
natblog: exactly...and he told me he knows
natblog: so I said if he knows, that's even worse
natblog: I told him to end it...now he says he has to especially since he has a date with a new girl this Saturday
natblog: He's gonna dump Mimi completely this week and go off with New Chick on Saturday..
natblog: Anne,
natblog: I find my brother repulsive...how sad is that?
AESav: I hope he doesn't tell Mimi he's dumping her because he has a date on Saturday.
natblog: knowing him...he might...because she's also his best-buddy
natblog: gives him advice on women
natblog: how twisted is that?
AESav: Very...I guess in her mind, it's still some kind of relationship; or, hell, let's hope she's just using him for sex too
AESav: then we can feel better
natblog: I know she's not...
natblog: women are hardly like that and I've met Mimi...she's not a user
natblog: Even my Mom thinks Bud's being an ass
natblog: and she doesn't know about the booty calls
AESav: :: sigh ::

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News from Home

09.20.04 (12:17 pm) [edit]

Hip hip HOOORAY!!!!
Hip hip HOOORAY!!!!
Hip hip HOOORAY!!!!
Hip hip HOOORAY!!!!

Mom got electricity back on Saturday. She got water back last Wednesday and so now she can actually take a hot shower. Ahhhhh! The only problem now is that the house has a few shorts and wiring problems. The lights in my bedroom and the guestroom don't work and everytime she turns on the stove, the doorbell rings. Wierd, huh?

She said that things are still crazy in Jamaica in the wake of Ivan. Right now, McDonald's, Wendy's, KFC, Burger King etc. have to close at 6pm everyday because of the demand for fastfood from people sick and tired of eating cold canned beef and baked beans.

Mom heard from our family in Cayman and they're still standing. My cousin's house managed to remain undamaged. My cousin is a doctor and was running one of the shelters on the main island, so we were all worried about her.

Thanks to everyone for all of your kind words and prayers. I passed on your messages to my Mom and she said she very felt touched that complete strangers were worrying about her. Cheers!

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Should Malls have teen curfews?

09.17.04 (9:49 am) [edit]

Several shopping malls across America have curfews for unchaperoned teenagers, some as early as 6pm. How do you feel about this? I'm not a teenager and not having to walk through packs of them to get around the mall is nice but I was once a teenager and the Mall was always a safe place to hang out. If you kick them out of the malls, where will they go? They will find a place. They're not all going to run home and hang out with Mom and Dad. Also, whatever happened to the studies showing the rise in teen-spending power? The "mallrats" you boot out today will be the consumers you crave in the future. I dunno. Please share your views here.

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Open Letter to Hurricane Ivan

09.15.04 (2:28 pm) [edit]

Dear Hurricane Ivan,

Thank you for not directly hitting Jamaica. However, you did manage to kill 68+ people across the Caribbean, cause mudslides and serious flooding and leave many people homeless and destitute. For that, you can kiss my &#@%&, you &*@#$$*((%!!! I just have one small favor to ask. Please don't sink New Orleans. Even though, AE* describes it as a "a shitty, dirty, stinky city" that "smells like piss and puke in the morning", I still would love to go there for Mardi Gras next year and get some nice beads.

If you could find it in your heart to just spare New Orleans until I can get the chance to visit and get wasted, I'd be highly appreciative.

Thanks in advance.

Nat

*AE also adds: If you want a beautiful Southern city with the same kind of charm, but less smell and trash, try New Orlean's sister cities of Savannah and Charleston. All the same quaintness, no drunks (except on Saint Patrick's day).

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Umbrella Abuse

09.14.04 (11:34 am) [edit]

I'm beginning to agree with Mr. Wonder Woman (guy I know who looks good in drag). People should not be allowed to operate an umbrella without proper instruction or may be they should be licensed. Certainly people with umbrellas should not be allowed to use their cell phones at the same time. It rained lastnight and earlier today. I witness many atrocities committed by insensitive umbrella-wielding fiends.

Here are a few tips:

1. Don't just open and shake a wet umbrella any and everywhere. From behind it feels like someone sneezed on your neck. Ew!

2. Look where you're pointing that damned thing!!! How many times must I be bonked on the head by the tips of your umbrella before you realize that that jerking motion in coming from my hair being caught in the wiring. It's common sense to pay attention to what you are doing when you are walking around with a dangerous weapon. Do you just let your mind wonder while you're chopping meat with a cleaver?

3. Don't put your wet umbrella on the seat next to you while on the bus or a park bench. That's just downright mean!!

4. When someone else is approaching you with an umbrella, you should give each other room to maneuver. Don't be a menace on the sidewalks. Don't bang your umbrella into mine, disrupting my equilibrium!!

5. Always give yourself lots of personal space (proportional to the size of your umbrella) when walking with an umbrella in a crowd. You don't want to piss everyone else off and have a mob of poked heads beating down on you!

6. Speaking of the size of umbrellas - golf umbrellas are for golf courses!! They should only be operated by trained professional caddies. Not by some ninny who's afraid to get a little wet.

Let's be honest. We've all committed umbrella-related offenses. I know I have. Let's all try to be a little more sensitive to others in our pursuit of dryness.

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It's that time of the year, again!!

09.13.04 (12:31 pm) [edit]

It's the most wonderful time of the year!!! La la di di da....

No, I haven't been to the dentist or my OB-GYN. No, I'm not having my nipple-hairs waxed. No, I'm not entering the 2004 "You look like an alien, you fugly bastard!" contest. No, I am not tweezing Tom Cruise's nose hairs just for the sake of seeing him cry. Finally, no, I am not constructing a shrine to Eric Bana the likes of which will make the Eiffel Tower look like pimple. I'm doing that tomorrow afternoon.

What I am doing today, however, is posting my birthday wish list! Yes, a little less than 28 years ago, I came out of a female human's womb and the world has never been the same.

Things I really really want and in no particular order of preference.

1. Wooden hangers (no surprise there)
2. The Third Season of Coupling
3. A trip to Ireland. (with a stop over in Plymouth, of course)
4. A boyfriend who likes my cooking and will remember to leave the toilet seat down. I know that's asking alot with my cooking skills.
5. 2005 Season tickets for the Yankees
6. To be able to bend it like Beckham. To be able to bend it with Beckham...
7. The cure for cancer that's affordable to everyone, not just billionaires.
8. Me with an AK-47, Osama bin Laden, duct tape, vaseline and a hamster.
9. An Italian National Soccer Team Away Jersey
10. A job I love to go to everyday that pays me enough to take care of my Mom and keeps me in expensive shoes.
11. Breakfast in bed, delivered by Mr.*****.
And finally,
12. A new DVD player since the one I had died on me :(

Comment from AE (who is too lazy to just put this in the comment box herself, but this is just typical in my book really...:))

AESav: I want #8 also, only minus the Vaseline.
Nat: Ouch.

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Finally!

09.13.04 (11:44 am) [edit]

After reading the news that Ivan's death toll across the Caribbean had hit 65, I got through to my Mom this morning, much to my relief. She still has no running water or electricity but miraculously the phone lines are still open. She said the water came back for a few hours lastnight and she was able to fill the tanks, etc, but it was gone again in the morning. My Mom is Mrs. MacGyver. She made scrambed eggs for breakfast using several candles and an aluminium tray. She made tea using a similar contraption. She says she's fine and that she was able to go up and have dinner at my Aunt's house.

My Uncle, Mom's brother, in Florida wasn't too pleased with the Weather Channel's coverage of Ivan in Jamaica. He complained bitterly that they never showed the lovely homes that people have built in Jamaica. All they showed were the "shanty towns" where homes are literally constructed from rusty pieces of zinc. They left you with the impression that all but a few Jamaicans live in shacks and hut-like establishments. Granted, homes like these were the hardest hit and the people who could least afford it were the worst to be affected by Ivan. Your heart cannot help but ache for them. Still, I can understand his displeasure. I mean how would people in Florida like it if all the news showed was the destruction of trailer parks and the like? Is that all there is to Florida? I've been there and I know that's not true.

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E.T. Phone Home

09.12.04 (12:53 pm) [edit]

I was able to speak to my Mom and my Aunt in Jamaica yesterday. Both were well and in decent spirits. They considered themselves fortunate in comparison to so many whose homes were flooded and destroyed. Just as Ivan's eye was about 30 miles south of the capital city of Kingston, it suddenly made a western turn and the eye remained south of the island as it moved along. As a result, Jamaica was spared the worst of Ivan's category 4 winds. Nonetheless, at least 11 lives have been lost and policemen have been injured trying to prevent armed men from looting.

This morning I tried to call my Mom and Aunt again and the circuits are busy. I have been trying for almost 7 hours now. The phone lines were not cut by the storm, but as you can imagine, everyone is calling home to check on their loved ones. I will keep trying. When I spoke to Mom lastnight, she and my cousin had spent the night locked up in her bedroom and things were too windy and dangerous for her to pop outside and survey the damage. I'm anxious to know how things are. She mentioned one or two areas leaking but that is nothing compared to my Aunt's neighbors who lost their roof and had a tree fall onto their garage. Not being able to talk to my Mom is the worst part of this.

For more information, go here. They also have some pretty frightening photos here.

Is it just me or do the people at the Weather Channel seem to get off on all this death and destruction? I know it's their job but one reporter's nipples seemed to harden as he described his surroundings (a trailer park that had been hit hard) in Florida. It's like they can't miss an opportunity to scare people and hype up Ivan. Frankly, Ivan doesn't need a bigger ego. Words like monstrous, unrelenting, pounding, pummeling, ravaging, bashing, hammering, ripping, slamming, shredding, eviscerating (yes, someone said eviscerating), smashing, thumping, battering, clobbering, crippling ... Ok, ok...we lived it, we get it.

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Something for Everybody

09.10.04 (1:40 pm) [edit]

I am convinced that there is no justice in the world. Just look at this. A fan group entirely devoted to writing fan-fiction (mostly slash, I suspect) about the characters of Sorority Boys with over 200 fans. Meanwhile, dear talented and sexy Rick has only 63. Well, I guess I must be biased since I am the group owner. Even Rick can't compete with sordid tales of man-on-man-dressed-in-dra g action.

Not to be out-done, Rick's group has slightly more members than the =http://launch.groups.yahoo.co..."Yahoo! group dedicated to getting revenge on birds that crap on your head. Hmmm...think I might join. After all, I am a poop victim. I'm beginning to think that the explosives specialist from Ladykillers really did meet his girlfriend at IBS Singles Camp.

I have been known to wear uncomfortable shoes but I can't see myself spending my time talking about bunions, in-grown toenails and such, like the lovely ladies at Oh My Feet Are Killing Me. The group has grown since it's founding earlier this year with 100 new members in a mere week. Yet, Rick has only 63 - TOTAL. Wow...then again, how can Rick compare with corns and athlete's foot fungus?

Then you have David Hasselhoff playing Billy Flynn in the London production of the musical Chicago. WTF? Not that Richard Gere is all that but...have you heard David Hasselhoff in concert? Proof positive that one man's self-absorbed, over-rated, talent-starved, navel-lint picker is another man's Tom Cruise.

Photo ferreted by AE.

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Felicite

09.10.04 (10:18 am) [edit]

When I was about 4 years old we moved into the house where my Mom currently lives now. My brothers Bud and Carvin were 6 and 18 respectively. The lady who had owned the house, Mrs. Thomas, had died and left her cat to whoever bought the house. When we moved in, Kitty (who's name on her medical records is Felicite the Enchantress), was lying in the middle of the living room sprawled on her back, with her legs spread out. It was clear from that very moment that this was her house.

In my early days at the house Felicite and I did not get along, partly because I was a brat and partly because she considered herself too precious to be held. May be it was because she was pure-bred Persian and considered herself too good for a middle class family. May be it was because I was 4 and wanted to dress her up in my doll clothes. Between the ages of 4 and 8, I consistently bore claw marks on my forearms and legs.

As I got older, I began to appreciate Kitty and her little eccentricities. She had style, she had grace, she was Felicite. Then Kitty got really old and started losing control of her um....bodily functions. One story that stands out in my memory is the week that Kitty pooped in my father's dress shoes 2 nights in a row. Monday and Tuesday, my father woke up to the stench of poop on leather. He was livid. He yelled at Kitty the next time he saw her. In front of my brother Bud and I he said he would have Kitty put down if she pooped in his shoes again.

Roger and I were terrified for Kitty. We had to find some way to get Kitty to go when and where she should. Then I had a brilliant idea. My Grandpa had had a stroke and was being looked after by a nurse in our guestroom. I took one of his disposable briefs, cut a hole in it and diapered kitty. You should have seen her. I could swear I saw tears in her eyes. She looked humiliated. Once she had been the proud, graceful and stylish Felicite. Now she was an old fur bag with a diaper. I don't think she ever forgave me. I just didn't want her to be put down.

When Daddy came home, my brother and I promptly and proudly showed him what we had been up to. "We solved Kitty's problem. You don't have to put her to sleep." My Dad had a good laugh and then he punished us.

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Ivan, the Terrible

09.09.04 (10:54 am) [edit]

After claiming at least 20 lives in Grenada and Barbados and pounding the ABC islands, Hurricane Ivan is headed for Jamaica in the next 36 hours, according to all the projections. If the projections hold true it will continue through Cuba and hit Florida. Wasn't bad enough that Ivan blew down concrete homes and destroyed the PM's home in Grenada, Ivan had to bulk up and do some weight training before moving on to the land of my birth. Ivan's now a Category 5 hurricane with winds of up to 160 mph.

Many ask the question that I will ask here. Why? Why does God hate Florida? May be he hasn't forgiven them for the undetached "chads" of the 2000 Presidential Election. May be he was upset that the Marlins beat the Yankees in the World Series. May be he's upset that Phillip Michael Thomas hasn't had any decent work since Miami Vice. May be he's ticked off about Ricky Williams and the Dolphins. May be he was bored to death watching the lame and tame outfits and performances at this year's MTV Music Awards. May be he's upset that after providing year round sunshine that people still walkaround looking like orange zebras from tanning beds and sunless tanning sprays. May be he doesn't like Jeb Bush. I don't know. It just doesn't seem right, that the entire state has to suffer for the actions of a few. Then again, that's life.

I plan to speak to my Mom again tonight to see if she was able to get all her supplies (batteries, radio, camping stove, tarp, plywood, water, canned food etc). I will let you know when I hear from her.

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No Wire Hangers!!!!

09.07.04 (2:13 pm) [edit]

Is it sad that I want wooden clothes hangers for my birthday? Not that I have nice clothes anyway; most of my wardrobe is highly disposable (faded, stained, stretched out, ill-fitting, synthetic, holey with yellow armpit stains). While trying to pretend that I have the clothes that Stacy and Clinton would be proud of, for the past year I have been weeding my closet of wire hangers. Yes, Mommie Dearest lives inside me. I want all my coats and suits (the one decent suit and 3 synthetic pretenders) on supportive wooden hangers (as Carson and Martha suggested). Last week I was ticked off to find my black raincoat on a wire hanger. Then I remembered that I had recently had it dry cleaned. Dry cleaners!! The source of the cheapest wire hangers!!

Wire hangers aren't just evil because they leave your button-up shirts with pointed shoulders and your pants with lines at the knees that sometimes require water, Febreeze wrinkle release and starch to remove, but because if they are not used properly they can be quite dangerous. No, I am not refering women who use them as a desperate and disgusting means of birth-control. Have you ever reached into your closet for a dress or blouse and scratched yourself on the hook part of a wire hanger? Ouch! Have you ever thrown one on the ground and accidentally stepped on it in the middle of the night? Ouch. Have you ever tried to unhook several dozen wire hangers and come out with bleeding knuckles? Well I have.

I hate wire hangers. Route 66 or Prada, makes no difference to me. All clothes deserve wooden hangers.

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Steve-isms

09.07.04 (1:01 pm) [edit]

My friend Steve considers himself entertaining and funny. Every now and again he changes his MSN sn to one of these "gems":

"A man who is old enough to know better is always on the look out for a girl who isn't."

"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step....so does falling down a flight of stairs."

"Women are like cars, the older they get, the more lubrication they require."

"Women are like Lays potato chips....betcha cant eat just one!"

"FOR SALE: NORDIC TRACK - HARDLY USED - CALL CHUBBY"

This one is from my brother -

"Women are the spice of life. They add salt to old wounds and if you piss them off they will add red pepper to your testicles."

For the record, being a woman I don't share their opinions on women, cars, potato chips or flights of stairs, but that Nordic Track thing....so true. How many of you currently have a Nordic Track, Bowflex, etc. gathering dust in your garage or attic or currently being used in the bedroom to dry your knickers and other laundry?

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Please don't make me angry

09.06.04 (6:14 pm) [edit]

You won't like me when I'm angry. I've just spent the past 2 hours trying to trap and kill a cockroach that flew into my apartment when I went on the patio to water my plants. That's right, flew in. I hate flying roaches. Flying cockroaches are the Shaolin Warriors of the cockroach Kung Fu universe. They spend very little time actually on the ground in one place, bouncing around with the fluttering noises of their wings. Also, your everyday roach runs in fear at the sight of a human being. Flying roaches are the Kamikaze pilots of the cockroach World War II Pacific Theater universe. They fly right at you, hoping toe scare the living crap out of you, hoping you'll retreat and leave them all the tasty food on the counter knowing full well that they will die a miserable death once the human has recovered from the shock and taken off a shoe.

Anyway, my epic battle with the flying cockroach looked more like an episode of the Keystone Cops as I turned over furniture, broke a plate, sent food flying, ripped the edge of a curtain, lost my balance several times, tripped over the ottoman and finally after the 100th swat with my black flipflops made a direct hit. To my disgust, I had just stunned the pest. It got up immediately and tried flying at me. When I was 17 I went to tennis camp and was told that I had a wicked forehand. Before this afternoon, I had made very little use of that forehand. Today I struck that bitch, I mean that flying cockroach, cross-court, I mean cross-apartment towards the door.

Once again, it was only stunned. I knew it would fly at me again, so I opened the door and positioned myself. It flew at me again, like it was drunk on rage. It seemed more determined than ever to land on my boobs. Hell no! This time I delivered a crushing backhand down the line and the roach flew through the door, off the patio and onto the lawn. Maria Sharapova, eat your heart out! I slammed the door shut and took a shower. What a workout?!!

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Fearing Frances

09.04.04 (3:52 am) [edit]

AE and I have been keeping our eyes and ears open about Hurricane Frances. I have relatives and friends in Florida (Mal being one of them) and AE is in Georgia. I'm still praying Frances takes one look at Florida and decides to make a North East turn into the Atlantic to die in the graveyard of Hurricanes.

We've seen the same photos online of this Category 4 Hurricane.

In response to the photo AE deadpanned:

"It's like a giant, red asshole sitting on top of the Bahamas."

Now that I look at the photo, I think she's not too far off.

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Ow!

09.02.04 (5:15 pm) [edit]

Going home early. I have an eyelash lodged in my tear-duct. Need a tweezer.

Byeeeeeeeeee

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You have bad taste in music

09.02.04 (3:16 pm) [edit]

Interesting website sent by AE. Here's a sneak peek.

I was just told by AE that I have bad taste in music because I like Coldplay. Well, I also like Bob Marley, The Beatles, U2, Wilco and The Red Hot Chili Peppers to name a few. I responded by telling her that she's in no position to judge me since she's a Celine Dion fan. I'm sure the bad taste ends with Celine. I also said that if I have bad taste in music, to blame my Mom and not my Dad. My Dad introduced me to Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald and Nat King Cole. My Mom on the other hand only likes Kenny G, Celine and Barbara Streisand.

AE, understandably upset by my callous misrepresentation of her in the above passage, has this to add:

1) I like ONE Celine CD. That's it. I am not a fan of hers.
2) I never said you had bad taste in music. I question your Coldplay, though nothing else
3) I agreed with every other choice you had...U2, Beatles, Marly (maybe not so much on the Peppers, but I like a few of their songs);
4) I'm a huge fan of Nat King Cole. You've no idea!

Oh and 1a) I like it because it was the only CD I had my first few months in Estonia (a Finnish friend gave it to me). It's very nostalgic.

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