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ummm.... richmonders, you dear sweet people: how are you? did you, your loved ones, and your belongings fair the freak storm? i was watching the news (fox, of course) and was completely shocked to see the pics & hear the tales of loss. of course my first thought went to you folks (as well as the smattering of other friends residing in the dirty RIC at this time). mostly i hope you are all safe. and once i know that, i hope you at least have some tales of heroism to share 'cause everyone loves the stories of goodwill....

jesco- the dancing outlaw

.... but let's not get into that.

driving home from work today, i heard don & mike playing some soundbites of ol' jesco white. perhaps many of you have not heard of the dear-old mountaineer dancer that hails from Boone County West Virginia and that is truly a crime. we stumbled upon the award winning documentary dancing outlaw in our college library-- there was a time when the lot of us would have these awesome viewing parties where all classwork would be put aside in lieu of videos rented from the library. anyhow, i could say alot of things here about jesco that would never do him any justice. maybe it is his wife, Norma Jean, that says it best of all, "Jesco can be three people. He is Jesse, he is Jesco, and he is Elvis. Jesse is the most beautiful man that I could have ever loved. But Jesco, he's somebody else. He's the devil in hisself." and elvis-- well-- you'll just have to SEE that for yourself....so you should run out and get your hands on a copy, watch, and report back. you won't be sorry.

why do i like this song so much? it's downright frightening! maybe it's the cheesieness..... but listen, i think you should buy the album and let me copy!

grrrroan! this again! isn't this old news yet?

elsewhere, this guy is whoring himself out on for staples. what's that about?

so anyway, school started for my kids (work, people) and my job is getting busier. i am just thankful that the school supply drive we did is almost completely over bc i was going MAD from the monotony!

best stories from work so far: 1. we gave a woman a gift card to use to buy back-to-school clothes. we couldnt do this for everyone, mind you, but this woman has 5 kids and such... anyway, i kept trying to reach her at her house to have her come get it and her answering machine was one of those funny ones that pretended to be picking up with the "hello?" "hello?"-- hysterical (i say this with sarcasm)-- i fell for it everytime. so i finally get her on the phone and she is all "praise the lord!!! praise the lord!!" "the lord comes through as long as you have faith!" and all that jazz. needless to say, she was pleased with the gift card. when she came to the office to pick it up she rang our doorbell and as soon as i opened the door, she grabbed me in a hug with some more "god bless you"s.... 2. so i was getting anywhere from 20-30 calls a day of families wanting help with school supplies. we served something like 250 kids this year with all their class items. of course, being new to the system, i didnt know any of the families. i was overwhelmed trying to keep everyone straight in my head. it is even harder when the kids have different last names than their parents (welcome to the 21st century). so i call back this one family, and get this guy's voicemail. actually its even better: i get "fishbone"'s voicemail. "yo, this is fishbone, leave a message i ca' u back". sadly, i wasn't there when he picked up the stuff, thus not getting a good look at him. but my supervisor was there and she said "i heard about your voicemail" to him.... 3. today i spent over an hour on the phone with a crying mom. 'nuf said.

apparently local sharpsburg md has given these guys a permit to parade and rally this saturday. it's been a little difficult to get the facts but word around these parts is the event will begin with a march at 1pm -- complete with a permit to have md rt 34 closed--and continue with a rally until 5pm. "The less attention on the parade and rally, the better," states Wagaman, Sharpsburg's zoning administrator, who finalized details with World Knights Imperial Wizard Gordon Young on Wednesday. "We would just as soon that the public ignore it and not be there and that be their form of protest," he said. ummm...... bullshit! article

this weekend i attended the reception of two dear friends, in celebration of their nuptials. the evening was very pleasant with the flowers, yummy food, bluegrass music, croquet, volleyball, and wine. and despite the morning rain, it turned out to be a lovely afternoon with plenty of sunshine and fluffy clouds. the whole event was quite nice. i'd have to say, i had myself a great time!

but, man...... i was standing talking to a couple of people i dont know-- you know, introducing myself and making nice...... and well, the reception was outside in our friend's yard by the river... i hang out with a lot of hippy types- you should know that about me. and of course, they all have lots of dogs that they bring with them everywhere and so there was the usual number of a hundred dogs there with all the friends and they were roaming wild. anyway, i was talking to these people, drinking my wine, being very nice & sweet and this male dog comes right over to me, gives me a good sniff, and lifts his leg to------------ pee on me!!!!!! luckily i stepped away just in time and didnt get hit, but i mean, what the hell?! apparently he was all about making me his bitch.. *terrible* best part: the rest of the night, people were coming up to me saying, "so, i heard you got peed on". so classy!

live theater can be so fun. tuesday i had the pleasure of seeing the producers at the kennedy center. it was quite delightful....the singing! the dancing! so flashy! so comical! i hate to put so much on it, but it may be the best show i've ever seen. as a high school theater gal, i can appreciate all the hard work that went into the set & costume changes and the planning of the whole sha-bang.

sad but true: i was in high school theater productions. i took drama class each year. i just am THAT big of a dork. granted, i never had a speaking role in any of these shows, but i was all over the crowd scenes. i was a winch in "tale of two cities" and an island princess in "once upon an island". it was all fun & games. the late night rehearsals, the socializing, the celebration parties, and the flowers for a job well-done! it was good stuff.

so geeky and so perfect....

this morning i arrived at my office to find 2 dorky tech guys pouring over my machine, entering passwords, chuckling to themselves when certain screens come up, and speaking about things i can not understand. as a "computer genius" i realize i am NOT on the level these guys are and have to smile as i try to explain my tech problems to them, all the while their eyes glazing over.

but truly, i love these guys. i love that they know things i have no clue about. i love that they find humor as they punch in different things and the machine responds. i love that they have this intimate relationship with all things code and i am out-of-the-loop. i love that they stare at me in boredom as i describe my machine's performance issues. i love that they can not answer my questions in a way i, the common person, can understand. i love their social awkwardness. all-n-all i love them. i could hang out with them all day and revel in their geekiness.

come back tech guys!!!!

Mom let son use crack, officials say

Child Protection Services caseworker explains, "Sharing a crack pipe with your 5-year-old is no way to bond."

keep that in mind, people.

so this weekend ended up a total wash. i had off thursday and friday in anticipation of a late night, end of the tour: phish in camden. wednesday night, i came home fully refreshed to the idea of a little time off-- a mini vaca of sorts-- and tried to feel the good times, PMA. the whole long weekend went to H-E-double-hockey-sticks, though, starting with a terrible eating-out experience on wednesday night. after several mediocre dinners, it was a last chance for this restaurant in town and man did they blow it. let us not speak more of this.. besides, there are other impediments more troubling than a bad dinner..

on thursday, all set to leave for phish, i decide to sniff up some zinc cold-eezz in an effort to ward off the oncoming cold and DAMN!!!!!!! i've been doing that shit for about a week now, but something about this time.... maybe i sniffed too hard or something.... 'cause that zinc made my nose burn and itch, my eyes watered, my neck tensed up, my head began to throb. truthfully i was rendered completely useless for hours, thus causing me to miss the phish show. i should sue those cold eezz bastards for the cost of my ticket plus some added money for pain & suffering for missing the last show. (their saving grace is that the boys have been sucking since their hiatus--- that's right, i said it--- and they did not play any of the tunes i had my fingers crossed for)

with thursday ruined, and not much happening on friday, the weekend was set to suck. i should've just gone to work--- saving my days off for fun times. saturday went to see ritchie havens at the birchmere. now, don't get me wrong, he is always great, but time seemed to drag on and before he even came on i was ready to be home. what's worse, i got a call from some friends about to hit up the local gay bar and i missed out on the good times. in my opinion, there is nothing quite as fun as shaking your ass at the gay bar and i could've used some ass-shaking this weekend!

i suppose the only productive thing i accomplished this weekend was burning some cds from this girl in a random stop-by. turns out, she's got just about every greatest hits cd available! who would've thought?! good times.

more proof.... you nonbelievers...

ok... so here is proof of the GPKs i posess... that's right. i am just THAT cool.

ebenezer <----- would you just look at all those e's!

opened up the ol' email to find this beaut:

word on the street(the street being sam) says that you were seeking me for
legal advice. dear god, please tell me this is all jibba jabba, for i am in
no state to deal with something of this scope. things have gone south around
these parts. sunburn and small bitting insects abound. but if i am to give
my two cents on the issue, i demand a full and total account of the events,
how many minors were involved, who you bribed, and......dear lord....i've
lost my train of thought. anywho, where the hell have you been this week?
matter of fact, there's been no one online to talk to this week. i think
they're on to me. the bastards. what a time to be sober.do you realize what
kind of rabble i've had to deal with? the degenerates. jesus, it's become
such a desprate situation,i had to reactivate my e-mail account, which has
slowy slipped to the point of disuse that msn was on the verge or canceling
it's honkey ass. so, back to where i was headed before things went crazy, i
don't know where you've been, but i'm still on at the same times, so i don't
know where you've been. shit, maybe i've been on more than usual, seeing how
i've started to phase out my afternoon naps. maybe you just havn't been
looking hard enough. i'd leave a fax number,but i don't gots one, same with
cell. i'd give you the home phone, but then you'd be able to track me down
and kill me like the dog i am. or would you? how do i know i could trust
you, eh? why, for all i know you could take it all the way to the F B
I!!!!!! and once they got a hold of me, game over. GAME OVER MAN!!! anyways,
you know where to find me. respond. or not. what ever tickles your fancy.
It's looks like it's another late night Denny's trip for me. by myself, at 2
am. jesus. what am i doing?

patrick


quite frankly, p-man, i AM not to be trusted. plus the FBI has been hounding me for MONTHS re: your info. considered yourself warned.....

i roll down the windows in my car symmetrically.

i turn up the radio and sing along when i hear that goo goo dolls song "slide". (shameful, i know)

i listen to don & mike on my ride home from work-- even when i go over the mountain and it gets all staticky and i can only catch every other word. i still listen... and laugh.

i love office supplies. going to one of those super-office stores is like a candystore to me--> the smell, the pens, the paper, the organization. (on a side note, when i was little i was given $10 for my birthday from my grandparents and mom took me shopping. we were out all day hitting toy stores, etc.. i just couldn't make up my mind about what i wanted. i ended up purchasing a roll of tape.)

i collect tacky magnets from places i have traveled-- and the tackier the better.

i like to attend monster truck rallies and demolition derbies. the redneck fun is such good stuff! next on my list: tractor pull.

this morning i dreamed about coffee.

lots of stuff going on these days. new job taking up much of my time; new kitten who is just about always in playmode sucking my time too. plus i am trying to get used to my new "work" schedule (this fulltime work is tiring) and adapt to both the commute and social service world of frederick. there is lots to do and lots to learn for the "position". and today i attended a dumb, dumb, boring, dumb all-day training where i learned zilch, barely stayed awake, and managed to get a parking ticket. completely sucky day. (even worse, i "dropped by" my office to call back a client and ended up getting sucked into 2 more hours of work. damn them!)

in an effort not to bore you the reader with the humdrum details of my daily life, i wish i could say i have something to offer- some piece of wisdom or mockery......... but i surely do not. so it's off to bed. i'm done with this day. (besides, gotta rest up to stuff some envelopes tomorrow- 'cause boy, that'll be challenging)

jug·ger·naut ( P ) Pronunciation Key (jgr-nôt)
n.
1.Something, such as a belief or institution, that elicits blind and destructive devotion or to which people are ruthlessly sacrificed.
2.An overwhelming, advancing force that crushes or seems to crush everything in its path.

contrary to today's title, i am filling this post with hate. a good dose of hate. i've been thinking about all the things in life that really burn me up, and, well, i just have to share them with you.

i completely despise: the car in front of me on the road to anywhere, r&b music, running into people i went to high school with, popcorn (it's true), the way cigarette-smoke-smell gets in my hair, that i am becoming my mother, feeling obligated to return dumb phone calls, deciding what to eat for dinner, when someone drinks the last coca-cola, the totally obnoxious OBX stickers on people's cars, millipedes & grasshoppers, a messy car, small talk,.....

i'm sure there is a million more things that can & perhaps will be added. but, damnit, this is a good start to the hate.

ooooooooohh-- it's this guy's birthday so stop in and give him some love.