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Hanging out at 2am at Clydes with Aaron, visiting from San Diego

Monica, Ian, and Aaron

Sunday afternoon football at the clubhouse (V, Matt, Eric)

How can you enjoy 12 games at once??
Hanging out with my sister, Jacob, Moira (who used to rent my loft),
and her ex-roomate Alex last night. Its a reunion!

What I'm listening to right now: Tears for Fears

Heinous joke of the week:
Cody: "Where can I find marinara sauce?"
Me: "Marinaryland?"

ELMO MADNESS!!!

Customers In Target Store Fight Over New Elmo Doll
A man called 9-1-1 after, he said, another man threatened his life over an Elmo doll.

This weekend I again drove through the beautiful tree-lined rolling countryside of western maryland for the boys' football games. On the way home, we stopped by a used bookstore and bought a few books, The Pearl for Cody, Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer for me, and the Whipping Boy for Jake. I didn't know I'd get such a kick out of it, it seems so old-fashioned but I think that was part of the draw. I could easily order even used books from Amazon.com and have them shipped directly to me, but somehow the tactile experience of wandering through the isles, picking up the books, feeling the various textures of their spines, opening the front cover to see the price penciled in on the title page-

Saturday night was a party on Robinson Street, this chick Chris who has an awsome rooftop deck overlooking the city. It was trés fun, we went over there with V's neighbor Dean and later on Stu met up with us. Met some really cool chicks from Ohio, drank some Yuengling, enjoyed the glorious weather.

First penis transplant

First penis transplant reversed after two weeks Surgeons in China who said they performed the first successful penis transplant had to remove the donated organ because of the severe psychological problems it caused to the recipient and his wife.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14905485/from/ET/

argh!

In an extremely irritating twist of fate, the people who I am buying my house from decided to let me know one day before closing that they are, in fact, going to take me up on my offer to let them rent back for 30 days. ONE DAY NOTICE? wtf?? So annoying. I already planned out my move, got people to agree to help move on that day, reserved the truck, called the utility companies and told them to switch everything over to my name, got the kids all psyched up... It was so awful telling them. Do you have any idea how long 30 days is to an 8 year old? He burst into tears from the dissapointment. My 13 yr old was more defeatist about it, taking the way-too-jaded-for-a-13-yr-old stance of, 'I knew something would go wrong. It always does. Life is full of dissapointments'

This is the suck.

Anyway, if you agreed to help me move on Saturday, you're off the hook... Until Oct. 21 that is!
The good news is, we can ride to the party in DC together afterwards, all sweaty and gross! yay! please???

1996 was like, yesterday!

yesterday I was looking at furniture with my 8 year old.
It was a retro kitchen set. He said to me, 'I don't really like it. What do you think?'
I replied, 'I dunno, the chairs are kind of groovy' ( a word I picked only because it was 60's style furniture, by the way!)
His response: 'Mom. Please don't EVER use that word again. This isn't 1996!'

*sigh* I'm going to jump off a bridge!

Actually, if I was THIS GUY i'd want to jump off a bridge. This had to be the most embarrassing day of his life!

What the hell?!?

Question of the day:

At concerts, why do the bands like to play the 'walk off stage and pretend the show is over even though its not going to be over for an hour because you have an entire set left to play' game, and moreover, why does the audience love to play along? They start cheering, and clapping, and looking with superior disdain upon the few people walking quickly out of the stadium to get to their cars before the rush. Bad fan! they seem to say with their eyes, as they start pounding thier request for one more song on the backs of the stadium chairs and with thier stomping feet.

Sadly we missed most of Damien Marley, but seeing the face of the friend who I took to the concert as a birthday gift flushed with excitement and adoration and pure happiness was worth every penny and all of the stress of the trip over, which included a 90 mph reverse trip through a narrow alley during which my life flashed before my eyes -- backwards. There was a moment of annoyingness when the completely wasted people sitting behind us kept sloshing beer on us as a result of their drunken gyrations, but after the second time my big brave boyfriend put an end to it, it was very chivalrous and manly :)

Today I wore my new bracelet and earring set that V bought me for my birthday and are so pretty and cute- he has really good taste in jewlery or else somehow just knows what I like. Then I tried this new contraption at the gas station, you can either vaccum, scent, or shampoo your car. I picked shampoo just to try it. There are no instructions. The thing started spewing super-foamy goosh all over, so not knowing what else to do, I started scrubbing the carpets and seats with the foaming gooshing brush until it ran out. Then it just stopped. Umm.... now what??
Everything is covered in shampoo, I have to drive with the windows open because of the overwhelming shampoo smell. What the hell?!?

birfday

So, after some heated negotiations, a few near-tears moments from attempting to please everyone in an 8 person group, and a final executive decision, everything went wonderfully at my birthday dinner. It was at the Iron Bridge Wine Company, which, unlike the Moroccon joint alternative, had something for everyone, but was packed. Fortunately, the wait went by quickly as we tried some wines and finally settled on a wonderful full-bodied Argentinian wine called Malbek. Haha I don't even know what full-bodied means.

Just a few minutes after everyone arrived, a small table became available, seemingly too small for 8 people. However, I knew everyone was hungry so agreed to try it. It turned out to be perfect, a small cozy circle where I could sit on a comfy couch and eat my dinner cuddled up with my baby (and Angie). The food was delicious as was the dessert, creme brulee. It was so much fun, thanks everyone, for coming! The check was insanely high, like omygod high. :-O

Tonight I am going to see Ben Harper and Damien Marley at Merrieweather Post Pavillion for my friend M's birthday. But right now its football sunday with V and his neighbors Eric and Matt. NFL Sunday ticket, inSANE. The highlights are pizza and lots of burping.

I'm not a psycho

I am not a psycho and here's my proof:

V's ex g/f ("we're just friends!") who I was not very happy about him being her date to a wedding and going out to dinner alone with her when she came for a visit from out of town, in a recent phone conversation, became very upset upon finding out our future plans to move in together. So upset in fact, that she may not be calling him anymore. Who's crazy now?!

In other news, my birfday is coming up and I am inching closer to death. Or, middle age. Which seems kind of like death. None of the fiery spark of youth, nothing gets you super excited, pretty much jaded about everything, less energy, more love handles, take up gardening or spend a lot of time in front of the tely, a wage-slave running around the same 30 mile radius year after year. Not living just wasting time, as the radiohead song says. I would like to be excited about birthdays like in my youth, but they just make you face your own mortality. And inconvenience your friends and significant others into feeling like they have to spend some money on a gift but they really don't want to, even if they are quite fond of you. Birthdays, BOO!

laboring on labor day

This weekend:
the crocodile hunter died in a freak accident, caught on film, a stingray barb piercing him directly in the heart, his last act caught on tape, pulling the barb from his chest. I used to think that guy was a hyper, obnoxious weenie, but new opinion: totally bad-ass.

I went to a BBQ, it was fun, there were giant dogs running around and drooling everywhere!

a dog vomited in my car 3 times, bleck.

I played tennis

I worked although it was a holiday weekend

And a loony birthday dinner with monica at the cheesecake factory!

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Quote of the Day: Life is one painful experience after another, and happiness comes in fleeting moments. -Shwagon