Is there any other way?

Happy Turkey Day, people! I am having clam chowder today, hows about you?

I had a run in with the police a few days back. He had me wait for a few minutes while he called in and made sure I really worked where I said I did. Boring story, really.

Tomorrow is the busiest shopping day of the year. Black Friday. I am kind of looking forward to working tomorrow, I'm hoping all the people and the rush make the day go by quickly. We'll see.

I miss bowling.

CD of the moment is Dave Matthews Bands' Central Park concert. Badass show.

The last two Thanksgivings have been weird. Last year, we had been in Vegas for less than a month, we didn't know anyone, and we went to a buffet with Sarah's dad. This year, we didn't do anything, kind of by choice. I was invited to a dinner by a friend from work, but I was happy to sit at home, have a lazy day and eat a bunch of random junk. Sarah has to go to work in about ten minutes.

I called home to see what was up, and it was a typical Thanksgiving there. It's been at my grandparents house for the last several years, but it's always a little smaller every year. It used to be around 10 or fifteen people, but it was only five this year. My Aunt Teresa, down from Ruidoso, NM, Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Jim, who live in El Paso, and my grandparents, who are also in El Paso.

When I talked to Aunt T., she was watching football with my grandfather, eating chili con caso, no doubt sitting in the garage, which has been converted into a bar. There were most likely pecans or mixed nuts in a small wicker basket and a brass spittoon for the shells sitting on the bar, against the wall, next to the ugly lamp. The pool table was probably uncovered, with the hanging lamp turned on.

The bar/garage is always a little colder than the house, so the door would have been closed, to keep the adjoining den warmer. They were watching the smallish TV, which sits on the counter, next to the washing machine. Two refrigerators and a full size freezer are out there, so there is always that comforting hum of motors things clicking on and off. One of the refrigerators is just for a keg, with some room in the door for crackers and cheese and a small inside freezer for beer mugs. The other one is always mostly empty and smells funny, but was free when the neighbors down the street died years ago. Ahhh, I miss home a lot, now.

Laters, folks. Hope you all had a good day.

I had a revelation last night. A vision. All the answers just came to me. The answers to everything. Life? Figured it out. The Yin AND the Yang are good buddies, now. The Path to Enlightenment is not just clearly marked, I now know how to wrap Enlightenment up and put it in my back pocket for later use. I saw the Universe in it's most basic form. I understand God. I figured out how to bowl the perfect game every time! And here it is...

OH! How silly of me. I almost forgot the CD of the moment! Haha! It's DMB 11.9.96. Good show. They played the Cow Palace in San Francisco. Nature intro for Billies. Snare intro for Ants. Scat intro for Minarets. They played Help Myself, an underrated song, I think. Yeah, one of my favorite shows.

Anyway, what was I saying earlier? Ummm... Something... I guess I could just re-read, but, nah. Eh, must not have been too important.

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There was a story in the paper yesterday about a kid who got an 'in-school suspension' because of things he'd written in his blog. He was home, off school property, off school time, and the blog was personal, not a school project, but because he mentioned school, made a comment about killing an annoying friend, and made a vulgar remark about a teacher, he gets busted. Maybe the killing thing could be taken the wrong way, but who hasn't said things like that? The vast majority of people don't really mean it, I don't think. And in context, you could tell he was just having a teenager day anyway. Fuck the school. Morons.

I also seem to remember a small article about a Christian group suing a Kentucky or Arkansas school for not including anti-evolution theories in the science books. That just made me laugh. Nothing new, but I love stupid Christians.

CD of the moment is Howie Day 10.23.99

When we get trucks in at Cost Plus, they often use two by fours as bracers to keep the loads from sliding forward. We take the boards out and usually just leave them leaning against the wall outside, and they are gone in a few days. Well, I found out yesterday that the company mailman, who comes by every day to pick up the mail for the corporate office, has been taking the good boards. He made a picket fence for his front yard out of our leftover scrap lumber. I thought that was pretty cool. He has always just struck me as the kind of guy who gets home, cracks a beer and does nothing. But he recycles. And builds fences. And good for him!

"Why won't you run into rain and play, and let the tears splash all over you?"

K

Free weights. Free waits. Tom Waits. Tom Jones. Joan Osborne. Jack Osbourne. Jack Black. Black cast iron skillet. Bacon in the skillet. Kevin Bacon. See, it all works out.

WTF?

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4am! The freaking other store decides to do overnights and take their trucks at 10pm, so now we have to be there to take trucks the next morning at FOUR IN THE FUCKING MORNING!!!! 5am sucked , and this is an hour more of sucking. Sure, it's only two days a week, but goddamn. Monday and Thursday. Monday? What a fantastic way to start the week. I need a new job. I need to hit Megabucks. Maybe I need to stop bitching and be happy I'm not the homeless guy Metro evicted from the dumpster lockup behind the store.

CD of the moment is Australia by Howie Day.

A friend at work said I could be the next Will Ferrell or be a Muppet. I am not sure either was a compliment.

Well, it's shower time.

"Did you just refer to me as 'White Devil'?"

imagine
having to fake
giving birth
to yourself

Ahhhh, what was I worried about? The new place is great, and I knew it would be. We still need some pictures on the walls, and a few boxes are still lying around, but it's already homey.

I have some fantastic friends. Bust ass moving our shit all day and still want to hang with us when it's all over. And I broke 100 bowling on a night I was so freaking tired I would have been lucky to hit the lane. Saturday night with the zombies and donuts was comfortable and how life should be.

I just finished filling out one of those annoying but likeable 'getting to know you' emails. And I sent it to all of you. Well, most of you. I am never really surprised by people's answers in those emails, at least those people I know. And really, how does knowing who you talked to last help me know you better? I guess if it was your parole officer or something...Phone-a-Slut. That would be different. I always want to put silly answers, but I always think it will annoy rather that amuse. Though it would amuse me, and sometimes that is all that matters.

I had these weird dreams last night of rain and driving all over some city looking for something. I couldn't remember much even right after I woke up, but I remember being in my truck with Chuddy, spinning 360 on a rainy street, then meeting Prince William. What? When I woke up, I didn't know where I was for a second. Laying on the couch, staring at the clock on the stove, thinking broken thoughts while I woke up enough to know where I was. The strangest thing pop into my head when I wake up in the middle of the night. Then I remembered and got up to pee and walked into a box. Back to sleep. Dreaming of making out with someone, tongues dancing, nibbling and someone else's breath on my lips. Sometimes I am not me in my dreams, and I don't think I was me in that one. I love those.

Eat, drink, be merry.

(written 10.29.03)

I'm bummed. I think it's the smoke in the air, blocking out the sun, making it feel like it should be cold and snowy. Also, it's the move. I am excited to be in a better apt., but I will miss this old one. Yeah, it is old and the tub is micro and the water heater is small and the walls and ceiling were thin and you sometimes felt like you were living with the people next door and above you, (beathe) but it was home for a year, and I'll miss it. It was also nice being close to work, sleeping a little later in the morning and not having to get on a freeway. Now I'll have to leave fifteen or so minutes earlier, and at 4:30am...DAMN. Mostly I am bummed because I really dislike change, and this is a pretty big one. I know in a few weeks all will be normal, bowling will have resumed and the world will continue to be.

The new place is newer, nicer, cleaner, bigger tub (WOOHOO fits two!) and it's in Henderson, where I hear it's a little wyrd;-) Took another load of stuff over there today and waited for cable and gas. Both showed up fast. Sprayed some Febreze around, vacuumed the floor again, because I want to have done it, so I know it's clean, christened the place with some DMB tunes on acoustic guitar... Not home yet but pretty soon, I bet.

Cd of the moment is The Lillywhite Sessions by DMB.

Say a prayer, or something, for the people in California. It's bad here with just the smoke, how must they feel? Maybe I'm not bummed, I have a home.

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