yes, i know i need a haircut

I'm growing tired of people telling me i look better with short hair. I'm getting it cut on saturday. In the meantime, i think i'll go trick or treating tonight dressed as the scary hair lady.

All Hallows Eve...

My bus ride to work today was PACKED with devils...... Scary.

clown fish

Too many halloween parties and a late night tuna sandwich just dont mix.

you can take the girl outa the country...

Michelle just got back from a visit to Florida to see her dad. They went to a cowboy bar. Now she wants to be a cowboy... and learn how to line dance. I'm looking for a VHS tape of the Tush Push Boogie. Let me know if any of you have that.

something's missing

Last night i made my friend Stephanie's famous black bean chili. But it's just not as good when i make it. I think Stephanie adds a little magic to hers.

ONE MORE DAY!

YAY! MICHELLE COMES HOME TOMORROW!!!!

now THAT'S loud

I was so tired after WILLING the NY Giants to victory last night over the Dallas Cowboys that i fell fast asleep. I snored so loud that in all of my dreams i kept trying to figure out where that sawing noise was coming from. I'm taking this opportunity to apologise to the neighbors.

late

I never heard my alarm this morning.. i think my cats turned it off. They like to sleep in.

hair

I dont think that stuff i used on my hair was gel.

uh oh...

Michelle's mom has started reading my blog...

can you hear me?

Michelle just got a new pair of headphones. They're the noise cancelling kind. She likes to follow me around the house and ask me questions. When i answer she points to her head and yells, "I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I HAVE MY HEADPHONES ON!"

tattle tale

I always wish I could wear a sandwich board to warn people when i see a cop hiding. They look so smug sitting there waiting to snare unsuspecting citizens. So, if you're driving in San Francisco today.. there's a copper hiding at the corner of Oak and Page.

I'm not mad

I got this text message last night. Didnt recognize the number. So.. just for the record... whoever you are... I'm not mad at you.

a moment of silence

My mom's kidney stone had a tiananmen square moment this morning. The kidney stone didnt make it.

Coffee is my buddy

My acupuncture lady Mina told me not to drink coffee anymore. I'm changing her name to Meanie.

PS... I made this red circle this morning by tracing the bottom of my coffee cup. Hee hee

Seahawks 30 - Rams 28

OK, so there's this big fund raising party for San Francisco charities... In order for us to save the 40 buck donation... michelle offered to wear court jester outfits.

Sunday afternoon...I'm watching the Seattle Seahawks vs the Rams.. its all tied up with less than two minutes to go... and guess what michelle wants to do??? AT THAT VERY MOMENT she decides that we MUST get fitted for our outfits.

I missed the end of the game.

That was no hootenanny

So, i went to a HOOTENANNY last night. I wore my western shirt. "A hootenanny in San Francisco?" You might ask. Yes, exactly. That was NO Hootenanny! There were no Blue Ribbon Winning Grandma's Apple Pies. There were no Fattest Pig Contests accompanied by 4H kids.. and not a mullet in the bunch! There were, however, alot of really rude elitist San Francisco types secretly laughing at my western shirt.

Football is cool

It bugs me that my cat thinks football is boring.

clean panties

A few people have expressed their concern over my laundry situation. I have on my favorite pink panties. And yes, they're clean.

my cat

Last night i was laying on the floor watching tv. My cat was asleep on my tummy. My girlfriend thought it would be funny to scare the cat...... I didnt think it was that funny.

i'd rather sleep

My girlfriend wakes me up every morning and wants my opinion on her outfit.

laundry

I havent done my laundry for a while and i only had big granny panties to wear today. If i dont do the laundry tonight i have to wear my one piece swim suit tomorrow.

I'm meeting my friend stephanie for dinner tonight. When we were in college we followed a band called White Boy James and the Blues Express around long beach. White Boy James would get drunk at the shows and throw empty gin glasses at the fans and get in fist fights. We're shown here hiding under the table as we always did. Hopefully, 15 years later... at a nice restaurant with fancy people, we will stay above the table. Perhaps tho, in memory of white boy, i'll get in a street fight.