In Memory....

In memory of Ed T. Frog. Ed is dead. He's now swimming in that great toilet bowl in the sky now.

I found him floating at the top of his tank this morning. Now, that's nothing new or unsual in and of itself. However, after a period of no movement of any kind (even when gently prodded with a stick), I came to the realization of the sad truth ... Ed is dead. A brief service was held in his name before he joined millions of gold fish in the sewers of Salt Lake County. Flowers are welcome and appreciated according to his last will and testament. Thank you.

On this day some many, many, many years ago...

It's official, I'm older than I have ever been in my whole entire life! Well, this life for sure, anyhow. Not to get all philosophical or religious, but I have no idea where we come from or if we've been here before or whatnot. But that totally was just a tangent that escaped my head and travelled down my fingers to plan itself firmly on this blog.

Back to the point though, it's my birthday. I sort of took a page out of Ineffable's book, I'm having a whole birthday week. She had a month (and still is having), but I figured I'd start small and then move on to the grandeur of a whole month next time or something.

It started with lunch/dinner thing on Saturday with my mom, cousin and my little one. Also included shopping for a couple new pairs of shoes from mom and jr. God help me, but I love 'em...yup I love my family even if they make me crazy a good portion of the time (oh, and I love the new shoes too). And then, we watched Ghostbusters. I hadn't seen that movie in years. And you know what, twenty something years later, I still love it! "Ray, if someone asks you if you're a god, you say YES!"

Sunday, my roommate and I had friends over for dinner, cake and drinks. It was a fabulous time. I love my friends, in fact, most of them are all but family in my eyes! And let me tell you, Jose Cuervo, yeah, he was a friend of mine on Sunday!!! Loved every single minute of it. Even the crazy, frantic, pull-my-hair-out minutes of trying to rush to get everything ready for people to show up. I thought since it was a Sunday, we'd better start earlier to drink and such, so I said 4:00 p.m. on the invite. But true to form, most people showed up late. Which was good since I wasn't ready. Then, margarita in hand, I decided to grill the burgers. Oh lord, was that a riot. P and I, yeah, we had a blast. My eyebrows should grow back soon, I hope. There was a frakin' bonfire! Loved it! Just surprised we didn't burn down the new house (yeah, moved into D's new house he just bought on Thursday and had a party on Sunday...crazy!)

Then onto Monday, some co-workers took me out to lunch to Pei Wei. God that is some good food. And it was all the better for the eye candy Ineffable and I ogled for a good ten minutes.

So now here it is Tuesday, the actual anniversary of my popping outta the womb. My life may have ups and downs, more downs than I really care for, but all-in-all, I love my life, dammit, I love it!!!

Gotta get me one of these....

An Ineffable Thank You

I want to thank Ineffably So for posting this on her blog in response to my question...

Have you ever been in love? . . . Horrible, isn't it? . . . It makes you so vulnerable. . . . It opens your heart & it means someone can get inside & mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it, They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, & then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out & leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" . . . turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. . . . It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.

I'm still open to hearing thoughts from other friends and readers on what you think of "Let's just be friends"....really, I am.

Just wondering....

When a relationship ends and one or both parties say "but we'll still be friends" ... does that ever really work? If you were friends and it turned into a romantic relationship later on, can it turn back into "just friend"? If you weren't friends before and went straight to dating, can you be friends after the dating ends? Please, share your thoughts, tell me what you think about if that can work or not ... I really would love some insight ...

I'm sitting here listening and already I've turned to a life of crime....

Did you hear the one about Sarah Palin? So apparently she was being investigated by the Alaskan legislature for "allegedly" abusing her powers as governor. She is being investigated for firing the guy who wouldn't fire her ex-brother-in-law (a state trooper or something). Yeah, I'm a little vague on the details, because I'm going to go out on a limb here and make the assumption that your head isn't in the sand and you've heard about this.

So anyhow, her cronies up in Alaska tried to get the state supreme court up there to block a report of the findings in the case. Didn't work...the courts didn't stop it. The report was scheduled to be released last Friday, October 10th. So you know what she did, right? The McCain-Palin war machine...errr...campaign decided to release it's own report on Thursday, October 9th.

Guess what? The McCain-Palin "report" cleared her of all wrong doing. She did not misuse her gubernatorial powers to get back at the guy who wouldn't carry out her person vendettas. What was that now? Her completely and totally unbiased and not at all self-preserving-interested staff said she didn't do it. THANK GOD! I am so glad that they did this. Because now I can know with 100 percent certainty that she did do it. Thank you, thank you to the staffers for all the hard work and time you put into this work of fiction...errr...report.

Now, I'd like to patent this next idea, if you can do that. If I, or anyone for that matter, am every accused of a crime or misdeeds, there is no need for a trial. I'll just get my friends, family, or if I'm in a position of power and authority, the people who work for me and paychecks depend on me, I'll just get them to go out, research the fact, hold a trial and/or write a report, that again is totally reliable and unbiased, that will clear me or whoever of all suspicions as to my doings or whatever.

It's perfect, I have just saved the American tax-payers the expense of a judge, prosecutor, courtroom, court recorder, bailiffs, jury, and all of those other money consuming entities of the American legal system.

Oh wait, you're telling me this won't work...damn...guess it's only good for those of us who are running for the second highest political office in the nation...damn, damn, damn...I thought we lived in the land of the free and the just. Yeah, I about fell out of my chair laughing at that one too!

Sweet Dream...you bet your sweet little ass they were!

In the immortal words of Comic Book Guy "Best Concert...Ever!" Now seriously folks...it was simply amazing. Now granted, the video wasn't from the Salt Lake concert, but it was the same opening song and I think I just about lost it then and there.

Reba is like 53 and could out sing about 99% of the little pop and country princesses out there today. And Kelly, damn, that girl has a set of pipes to blow your mind! There was this one part where they were singing "Because of You" and Reba sings the line "And now I cry in the middle of the night, For the same damn thing" and I expected to see straining or something, but NO! she just flat out hit that with what looked like no effort. See...another full-body orgasm occurred just from remembering the show.

Oh, and what made the show even that much better was the girl two rows in front of us. She full on was wearing a Reba skirt. It had a bunch of Reba's album covers printed on the skirt and everything. And not only was she just wearing the skirt, she was belting out every song right along with Reba and dancing, it was GREAT!

I took some pictures with Jeremiah's camera, so I'll post a few as soon as I get copies from him. Hopefully that will be sooner rather than later.

If you have a chance to go see this concert, I highly, highly recommend it...best damn concert...ever!

I can suggest some other things you can do with yourself....

Here it is, at long last...Friday, October 10th! This day holds a lot of significance if you don't already know. Not only is it Friday (which in and of itself is an amazing feat to have made it to another one) but it is also the Kelly Clarkson and Reba McEntire concert tonight!!! Yup, you guessed it, a full-body orgasm just occurred, multiple times in rapid succession if you must know.

I'm still not 100% sure what the plan is for tonight. Something like dinner or something and then the concert, the concert YAY! If I didn't have ADHD before today, I'm sure I will after trying to sit through a whole day of work while waiting for Kelly and Reba to come to pass.

And for those of you who may be commenting on the apparent lack of connection between the title and the blog entry, shame on you! It comes from one of the other things that I love so dearly in my life. No, probably not going to tell you...but there are some out there who hopefully and most likely will know where it comes from and it's significance ;-)

Vote for Tina!!!

Onto bigger and better things!

4 damn days is all I have left to wait. Just 4 days!!! Jeremiah, can I just tell you how much I love you for scoring these tickets! It's like my birthday, Christmas and great sex all rolled into one, without the fuss of trying to buy shit for anyone else...this is just for me, me, me!!! I think I may have a full body orgasm just thinking about the concert!

Learning is Delightful and Delicious. As, by the way, am I

So this week has been an interesting one to say the least. I've come down with another frakin' cold. I'm not very good at being a sick person. I think I whine and complain about 30 times the normal amounts that I usually do (which according to some uninformed people, is a lot). At this point, I think my brain has turned to a mushy-liquid-ish type stuff due to the amount of decongestants I've been taking just to stay alive.

I've come to the conclusion that sometimes you might want something (or someone) very much, but wishing and wanting has not as of yet changed the laws of the Universe (at least not for me).

I think I'm kind of mumbling and ranting today, again, I blame the cold meds. Well, that and the fact that it is becoming almost a daily ritual of torture to have to listen to some people in my office spout their right-wing nutso ideaology about politics and the financial mess that the country is in. People have every right to express their opinions and share their views IF PEOPLE WANT TO LISTEN!!! I don't want to listen. Yet, due to where my desk sits and the fact I have to be at work to get a bloody pay check, I am a defacto captive audience. I think this amounts to torture. No, I KNOW this amounts to torture. How does one apply for assylum from the nutsos under the Geneva Convention?

Maybe discussing politics and religion at work should just be banned. Period. End of story. Banned! Spread your indoctorination on your own time and to people who want to hear it, not those of us that are trapped by the constraints of needing a paycheck!