Yesterday was absolutely fabookey! Had a great time, spent a good bit of time with great friends and family and ate more than I should have. We had six tons of food left over as well. Maggie & Nathan took dinner to Mandy & Mickey, so while they were gone I cleaned the house and the kitchen. I didn’t get the license plate number of the truck that drove through the kitchen, but no one was injured so it was okay. I actually got it done pretty fast. Damien made a pumpkin pie and a cheesecake that had people calling me at 10:30 - waking me from sleep, no less - to tell me how fantastic that cheesecake was. It completely stole the day, that cheesecake. I’m very proud of him for baking that, he did a phenominal job. Everyone was passing Avery around and ogling her, and all she wanted was her Damien. She even crawled across the floor and made a beeline for him once he knelt down and opened his arms to her. She also waved back at me last night and grinned and said “Hey!”

It was so nice to have the house cleaned and everything nice and quiet by 7-8 PM last night, I managed to get to bed early after all.

Alright, folks - can we plan on tonight being a meet-up night somewhere for folks I haven’t seen in a dog’s age and especially for those I’ve never met? There’s Barnes & Noble, there’s Denny’s (Yes - I would even consent to go to THAT angsty hell hole of my adolescence), and several other places we could go. If you’re interested, give me a call on my cell phone (that Sprint PCS was kind enough to give me) at 593-8841 and we can plan and work out the details, then get the word out to folks. I even have presents for some of you…

I’m thinking Barnes & Noble around 7 or 8 tonight if that’s cool, for a start at least. What say you guys?

Oh, and by the way - I have those cd’s I promised coming to you soon, it’s just kind of hectic around here lately. Will let you know when I’m finished and have them heading your way!

Oy vey, I’m kvelling from head to toe!

There is SO much work to do today. I have a ton of food to get working on, and by sometime this evening I am going to need a break from the kitchen/cabin fever. What would be very nice would be if the people on LiveJournal that haven’t met or seen in a long while would all get together sometime over the holiday and do coffee or something. Think about it:

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I made the comment on the air earlier that the only way this day could be better would be if Benny Hinn set himself on fire. Then some lady calls me to tell me how she couldn’t believe I would say something that inappropriate on the air. I told her that I was sorry if I had offended her, but he wasn’t one of my most favorite people. She threw out “Is it because of his stance on gay people or something?” I said “No, but that doesn’t help endear him to me.” I told her it wasn’t my intention to offend any of my listeners, but to have a great day and a good Thanksgiving. Then I got back on the air and said “Happy Thanksgiving to all of you who, even those who don’t appreiciate my sense of humor…”

I need for today to be a good day. After yesterday, I need for today to be a good day.

I have had a headache and chest pains for close to three days now. I want new lungs, I’m sick and fucking tired of these defective ones. The morning is sucking in a huge way. Someone put the wrong log in the computer last night, so for over an hour I’ve been playing commercials from a month ago. I cannot make this up during my show because there are no promos that can be dropped, so I’m just fucked.

Cole and Avery had me overstimulated yesterday and Maggie as well. As a matter of fact, at one point while we were making dinner last night both kids were being loud and aggravating and she burst into tears and went to the back of the house for a few minutes. I finished dinner and we ate - then Nathan took it upon himself to clean the kitchen, which was especially sweet considering the mood through the house.

Maggie and I sat down last night and tried to plan a schedule of daily housework and we talked a bit about trying to get Cole on a schedule of household chores and about doing something about his behavior. His attitude is getting pretty bad and he’s pushing everyone’s buttons. We’re planning a way of giving him more responsibilities and incentive to better behave himself. He has to get his chores done before he can watch TV or have his computer time or play outside. Things like cleaning his room, putting his laundry away, doing his homework when he gets home from school, and a few other things here and there. As far as keeping up on his behavior, this is what I came up with:

I’m going to make a picket fence out of popsicle sticks with magnetic backs that will go on the refridgerator on a background of grass. There will be 35 sticks total, in groups of five - each group a different color to represent the days of the week. He will be given 5 sticks a day, and each time he misbehaves a stick will be taken away from him. Each stick he loses will be a priviledge taken away, like TV time or computer time or dessert after dinner.

The week will end on Friday night at bedtime and begin anew on Saturday morning. If he keeps 30 sticks by Saturday morning, he will be awarded a list of different things/places to go and fun things to do for being a good boy. It will be his choice what he gets to do, but we provide the options. Theoretically he gets 5 sticks as freebies, he can afford to misbehave 5 times a week and keep 30 sticks. If he takes the initiative to be helpful on his own, he can earn sticks back for the day. So there you have it!

This commercial log is just fucked, and I am NOT happy about it. I’m leaving my bad mood here when I leave work, but for now GRRRR…

First of all, DON’T come walking up on me all grand like you’re a fuckin’ peacock and shit - ’cause you ain’t. I wouldn’t give a fuck if you were Liz Windsor - the fucking Queen of England, or even the goddamned Pope, you’re no better than me or anyone else. I know for a fact that within the past 24 hours you’ve ripped a hot one that even had the fucking DOG looking at you like “Now THAT’S just wrong… What the hell did you eat, anyway? Man, I gotta get the fuck outta here, this is worse than kitty’s litterbox!”

So fuck off with your plasticity™ and general fakeness, or I swear to dog I’l wait until we’re in a room full of people and look in your fucking face with a wrinkled nose and fan the air with my hands and say out loud “Jesus Christ - was that YOU?”

I got the shock of the season this morning when I walked into the studio and instead of seeing Remoh, I see . With maybe an inch of hair covering her entire head. Then she’s telling me about this new guy she’s met, “Jesse”. Oh yes - she’s smitten. She’s even hoarding a steak for impending…. sumpin’ sumpin’… Don’t ask, I’m still trying to get my mind around the whole encounter.

’s fallen back in love with Kendall, which frightens me a bit but I’m just hoping he’s happy and keeps a level head. So long as he’s happy, that’s all I care.

IMmed me last night, it was great to talk to him. He must’ve known I was missing him or something. We talked about cars - his modified GTO and the new BMW 745Li that I’m salivating over. This car, I tell you - if I had a soul to sell, I’d pimp that shit out for this car faster than you can say iDrive.
I was looking for links and such to post here and found two official sites on the company, one (BMWusa.com) deals exclusively with the cars - whereas BMW-online.com deals with the motorcycles, bicycles, apparel, and assorted other merchandise (overpriced crap, I’ll admit) but it’s fun to look at. I even found a cool t-shirt!

Pretty relaxing weekend all in all. Went for a bike ride yesterday through downtown, that was nice - hadn’t done that in a while. Saw some Giftmas decorations and lights and stuff, that kinda gave me the warm fuzzies. Two more days before I get my jumpstart on Thanksgiving, and I’m really excited about it. My reward to myself will be Thanksgiving evening, around 8 or so, when I have that big, nasty, ghetto-assed, bootleg-assed, open faced, gravy-drippin’ turkey sammich that would choke a fucking donkey. Oh yes.

Will & Grace was HILARIOUS last night, we just about died laughing. Maggie cried during the wedding bit, and we both damn near vomited from laughing fits. I went to bed after the show was over and saw this documentary special called “In Search Of Al Qaeda” that TOTALLY freaked me out for a number of reasons.

It occurred to me that I had not seen any footage on 9/11 in a long time, and seeing the towers collapsing again without being prepared for it took me off my guard. Then I saw this American journalist interviewing Pakistanis, some reputed al Qaeda members, talking about how happy they were upon finding out about 9/11. Some spoke of their children and how much they admired bin Laden and hoped they would grow up to be al Qaeda and such. They were ecstatic and speaking about the sense of vengeance and elation they felt, and also a sense of communal retribution.

You have to be horrified by this kind of thing, and at the same time you canot begrudge these people for their sentiments! I was a child of the Ronald Reagan (or as my viciously Anti-Republican mother called him “Ronnie Raygun”) Eighties, where it was forced upon us that Russians were evil and out to get us all. That if you were a “good Christian”, then Russians were godless evildoers who would kill your children and eat them. Meanwhile, people in Russia were thinking “Why do these folks hate us so much, when we don’t care one way or the other? Hell, I can’t afford HEAT here in the land of ice, Damn some American Hate Rallies!” These people are no different. It didn’t start with the Talban, either. Many People in radical Muslim countries are conditioned from birth to believe that WE are the reason that they are oppressed. Add to that the fact that they live in abject poverty and strife under the reign of these oppressive power mongers. People have NO rights, and woman are treated worse than animals.

Just consider opium trade from them alone as a means of “getting back” at us. Most of the world’s opium comes from Afghanistan and Mexico. First of all, it’s one of the only things the Afghanis can grow. The opium goes from Afghanistan to Syria and Turkey. Some of it is kept as smokable opium, the rest gets converted into morphine and sent to places like Versailles, France. There a pharmacist gets paid huge sums from a supplier to distill the opium into pure heroin and adulturate it with mannite and such. From there it goes to New York, LA, Atlanta, & Miami where dealers sell bricks of it for a few thousand dollars. The drug dealers add everything from quinine to mannite to make it stretch out and sell it off to the junkies. We waste HUGE sums of money in this bullshit “War On Drugs” and meanwhile there’s an epidemic of heroin use in this country and it’s being sponsored by al Qaeda AND the great ol’ US of A! We’re fucking HELPING them, man. You wanna kill them finantially? Start farming poppies here and offering clean, legal, TAXED drugs to pharmaceutical companies and start a registered addict program here. It’ll pay for part of the national debt, junkies will stop spreading diseases and robbing and killing people for a gram of smack, dealers will get crippled, and the Afghani farmers will be FUCKED.

Just wait ’til I’m Emperor…

Have you:
{x} Fallen for your best friend? Yes
{x} Made out with JUST a friend? No
{x} Been rejected? Yes
{x} Been in love? Yes
{x} Been in lust? Yes
{x} Used someone? No
{x} Been used? Yes
{x} Cheated on someone? No
{x} Been cheated on? Yes
{x} Done something you regret? No

Last Person:
{x} You touched? Maggie when she kissed me goodnight & told me she loved me :O}
{x} You talked to? Andrew, he left the station 5 minutes ago
{x} You hugged? Maggie
{x} You instant messaged? Damien
{x} You kissed? Damien
{x} You yelled at? Scout for barking while the baby was taking a nap
{x} You laughed with? Maggie

Do you:
{x} Color your hair? no, but I colored my scalp on Halloween
{x} Ha
ve tattoos? 3
{x} Piercings? None anymore
{x} Have a boyfriend? Yes
{x} Floss daily? Yes
{x} Own a webcam? No
{x} Ever get off the damn computer? Yes
{x} Sprechen sie deutsche? Jahr aus und jahr ein wil ich warten tag fur tag bist du mit mir. Zogst du auch mit den soldaten, tang ich mein herz, mein liebster mit dir. Bist du auch noch in der ferne, ist de noch so nah? Am himmeltz se ich de sterne deine augen, so funkeld so klar
{x} Habla espanol? Poquito

Currents
{x} Current Clothes: Sweatpants and a striped t-shirt
{x} Current Mood: I wanna go home!
{x} Current Taste: Coffee
{x} Current Hair: fuzzy
{x} Current Annoyance: Mouse
{x} Current Smell: nothing I can detect with these crap sinuses, and being that I’m at work this is probably a good thing
{x} Current thing you ought to be doing: counting my millions
{x} Current Desktop Picture: ocean
{x} Current Favorite Group: Jennifer Nettles Band, Jane’s Addiction
{x} Current Book: A Wished For Song: A Portrait Of Jeff Buckley - Merri Cyr
{x} Current DVD In Player: Legend
{x} Current Refreshment: Coffee
{x} Current Worry: People in cars moving around me
{x} Current Crush: Orange
{x} Current Favorite Celebrity: Megan Mullally

Favorite…
{x} Food: The good ones
{x} Drink: French Roast coffee
{x} Color: Cobalt Blue - it’s like waking up inside a Maxfield Parrish painting ::swoon::
{x} Shoes: My black leather Borns
{x} Candy: Hazelnut truffles
{x} TV Show: Will & Grace, Oz, The Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Queer As Folk
{x} Movie: Currently it’s the new Harry Potter, all time favorites are Fried Green Tomatoes and The Color Purple
{x} Dance: Um, no…
{x} Vegetable: MMMM - all of them except radishes and beets
{x} Fruit: Watermelon, peaches, raspberries

On Dating….
{x} Long or short hair? NO hair. At all.
{x} Dark or blond hair? No preference
{x} Tall or short? Tall
{x} Mr. Sensitive or Mr. Funny? Mr. Funny
{x} Good guy or bad guy? Good guy.
{x} Dark or light eyes? No preference
{x} Hat or no hat? No preference
x} Pierced or no? No preference
{x} Freckles or none? None
{x} Stubble or neatly shaved? Shaved
{x} Rugged outdoorsy type or sporty type? Atheletes are cool… Javy… ::swoons::

On preferences….
{x} Chocolate milk or hot chocolate? Chocolate Milk, FOOL!
{x} McDonalds or Burger King? Wendy’s or Arby’s
{x} Marry the perfect lover or the perfect friend? There is no perfect anything
{x} Sweet or sour? Sweet
{x} Root Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root Beer
{x} Sappy/action/comedy/horror? Comedy when it’s actually FUNNY
{x} Cats or dogs? Dogs - no question
{x} Ocean or Pool? Ocean
{x} Cool Ranch or Nacho Cheese? ACK!! Salt & Vinegar if anything!
{x} Mud or Jell-O wrestling? Oh FUCK OFF!
{x} With or without ice-cubes? No ice
{x} Shine or rain? Rain - there’s always more sun than rain, I appreciate rain more
{x} Winter/Summer/Fall/Spring? Fall
{x} Vanilla or Chocolate? ACK!! ::goes crosseyed::
{x} Gloves or mittens? Gloves I suppose
{x} Eyes open or closed? Depends what for.
{x} Fly or breathe under water? Breathe under water
{x} Bunk-bed or waterbed? Waterbed
{x} Chewing gum or hard candy? Gum
{x} Motor boat or sailboat? Sailboat
{x} Lights on or off? Off
{x} Chicken or fish? Fish

What’s your favorite:
{x} Number? 3 is a magic number, yes it is!
{x} Holiday? Halloween & Thanksgiving
{x} Radio station? I don’t listen to radio except for when I’m at work
{x} Place? Amelia Island & Tarpon Springs, Florida
{x} Flower? Sunflower
(x} Scent? Jasmine & honeysuckle in summer
{x} If you could be anywhere, where would you be? Where people I love are
{x} What would you be doing? Doesn’t matter
{x} What are you listening to? Bob & Sheri
{x} Can you do anything freakish with your body? I can pop my sternum
{x} Do you have a favorite animal, no matter how lame it may be? PUGS!! PUGSPUGSPUGSPUGSPUGS!!

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I am SOOO excited! A vaccine has been developed that actually PREVENTS cervical cancer! This is so completely incredible, it makes way for so many other possibilities in medicine, you have no idea. I’m hopeful for the future of oncology. I have lost so many people to cancer it’s astonishing. There is a part of me that is angry that this couldn’t have happened sooner for people (and their families and friends) who have suffered for so long battling this disease, but future generations will have a considerably better quality of life as a result. Click Here for the full story.

I was completely lethargic yesterday. I had no energy until close to 2:00 in the afternoon. My headache finally left me about the same time. The tile guy finished the floor in the computer office at home the day before yesterday and I moved the desk and bookcase and ther things back in. It looks great! Now the tile is the same in the office, the kitchen and dining room, the laundry room, and the master bath. It looks great against the hardwood floor. The tile looks like this:

I’ve decided that I want to go bowling for my birthday. That is all I want to do is go bowling. Bowling, beer, and my friends just hanging out and having a great time. No presents necessary, there’s not really anything I want or need more than for people to spend a little time with me. You just never know what could happen to any of us at any given time, and if anything ever happened to me I would like for people to say “We had the BEST time on his birthday, it was so much fun!”. For the record, when I leave this earth, I want my birthday to be a party every year for my friends and loved ones, wherever you are - here in town or a thousand miles away. Invite a bunch of people, do something fun, and have a cake for me that you all blow candles out on at the same time. Happy Birthday parties all over the place for me when I’m gone. I’ll find a way to be there for all of them.