Allow me to begin this year in review type post with a little something i like to call ‘i have a shitty memory’ as a foreword, or something. 2007 was so freaking thick it seemed more like 3 years two months and seven days instead of just a regular year. maybe thats why im feeling so nervous right now, like the contents of the last twelve months are really worth sharing and re-living. when you work like a bastard for something that might not even exist like hope or an idea or just nature you cant measure progress or quantify how successful you are becoming because the process of becoming is the end that wont end. it seems to me old fashioned to take stock of your life at the end of december, but that makes it hard to do otherwise so why not turn off the meter now? its been a betty of a year.

Keira-Anne on flickr Foto

i dont like the tone of that paragraph. i dont know where to start, or what to communicate. i feel like punching a picture of dan brown. i suppose the most important part is that were all still here. the most important statistic of all is whether your site is alive or not. every url contributes to the topography of the world tho we cant touch it we have conceptualized a new home that became a community and a country then a new world. this could be described as a conservation of energy and by re-enacting those significant moments that were shared and affected by the people and computers in this world the energy will return to the people and computers because the feelings didnt fade like our footprint that will always be here crossing and gathering infinitely.
(punching back cover of Davinci Code).

Tony Pierce on flickr Foto

i would like to thank ayebody who this last year has accepted me for my wooden-nickel self because of your respect for ol chokey. you are shining examples of humanity. i might feign resistance to technology, but that doesnt mean im not completely humbled by the world of computing. i love that the blog medium uses its powers for good, that means that every one of youz is making positive changes to real people and minds, and that your propensity will return to sustain you back. i am still shocked and awed that ol CJ Hixon flew a plane all the way from heafrow airport to rainy ol vancouver just to see the Greeper. you know what that means? that means that sometimes Dateline is WRONG STOSSEL people who you meet on the internet wont kill you unless theyre already a psycho the internet has very little to do with it. as you can see, CJ refrained from killing myself, my wife and the cat. that’s adam 3, Stossel 0. put that in yer moustache.

see instead of the murders, what happened was that by this peppy young lad trotting over here we got a huge feelin of the world is great after all. imagine watchin the news and when you are eatin on some chicken (or soy-type poultry thingie) nugget or something and the anchor sez your name out loud and you cant know WHO heard it but you assume that somebody else did and you have yourself witnessed an affirmation of your gooduns and that, is hard to beat. CJ bein his ever endearing-charming-effervescent-bastard self burns up some quid and in return there is a permanent rainbow over any memory associated with 2007 because that will always be the year that we met the Hixon lad. a done deal!
hypothesis: bein good by people is good, and makes Stossel eat his words often.

now if you are a troll who hides in the bushes and only reads feeds, you may not have noticed the subtle pimpins what have taken place here in idyllic Greeperland. the presidents of Audihertz-alajara, Materfacit-tania, and Chindogu-stan offered humanitarian aid to our not yet three years old republic. let me expound; peep my expoundinz:

Corinna has known David since grade whatever. he is quite a bit cooler than ice cube, and totally cooler than ice-T. he is an example of how technology brings people closer who have already bonded. and believe you me mister Drummond, besides all of your technical expertise you gave Corinna someone she could really trust in a place where distance both practised and geographical limits connection. you are a big source of shtrenth. word. if dave was in a rap video, he would be the guy riding shotgun who doesnt say anything he just looks cool while some jackass dances on the roof or the hood or something.

Tony Pierce on flickr Foto

now if our pal Jenn were in a music video, it would be less pedantic than U2 but kind of like when someone walks around singing and stuff and other people see how much fun shes having and how cool the song is and start followin her so that by the end of the video everybody is lost in the moment and rippin it up whatever theyre doing if its dancin or singin along or shakin hands with strangers or public speaking. i think that happens because the real inspirational people arent hocking books at the conference centre theyre living in the world and connecting human like to everybody around like how dry ice is more dense and has to expand out of its container and onto the floor and our shoes. is this not a truly wondrous masthead?? huzzah!

and the lastly but sure not leastly technical shout-out goes to the Burns & Allen of blogdom john + rebecca. this is form and content incarnate. you two make everything look completely effortless, like Gretzky himself. you guys are two little Wayne Gretzkys. youll always be at the allstar game and will always get to pick your number first. but we all know that Wayner didnt get to this status by only honing his hockey skillz, oh no, he transcends the game because the game can be found within his character. there is no difference between the game and Wayne–they are themselves, each other, and together, more. they enhance the other entity and expand the potential of that simple concept, those little rules that make hockey. i think its pride and dignity. but those are byproducts. were all proud of you, and proud to be by you. clear as mud.

so now that i have wasted a perfectly good attempt at spreading an even layer of 200, i will backpedal and spew out all that i have forgotten thus far before they start playing that music to get me off stage; dont worry, i’ll rassle em when they come at me.

there are several people. whats more, these people are folks. such as, uh, therefore, education, um, what is, the iraq…

Aughra + Jenn = Greeperland order of merit (shining beaconz of Bloglight and womandom)
Blogstock = People exist! (Duane, BANG! Keira, BANG! Tony, BANG! you like that shit? thats a free linkz what that is)
also Blogstock = meeting new Jagz and Stoddartz + Danielliz & Chadz an such
Bollwittz = margreetaz + Dave-Oz + Biehlerz + JennieRothz + Danz + such
Netchick = aka Tanya also = a just swell 10 year blogger who encourages the arts (aka GuitarHero)
also = Reilly + Miranda + Al + Vern + Monica + Chris + Nelson

whoa. i am spiraling out of control. i blame my first Liscumb family Crimus. yes, it was everything you could possibly imagine plus more. we didnt just have snow, we had flight delays. we didnt just see a moose, we saw multiple moose. four dude. four moose. and five mule deer. no cougars tho. ive wrestled enough cougars to know that ive never wrestled a cougar. we got that dang ol duvet that corinna was pining for since the nineties. thats the last century or something. her ma read nite before crimus and then Santa came. it was radical. i have two famlies now. how about that! ah yes, and a wife that loves me SO much that she bought a jeff foxworthy redneck calendar for us to stare into for a hole year, to make our plans on, to map our dreams… after i puke my guts out from looking at it. she must love me or something.

well, look at me, following coherent thoughts to their logical conclusion.. weve all come a long way. hi sarah! id have you in my sqwadron any day. basically, like ice man and maverick at the end of Top Gun. Nocturnal, i think you create matter out of a vacuum, or something. you are like philo from UHF. which makes you one of a kind and also awesome. DLAK! give me your epilepsy, please. Tiana, Brent, Your ass will be whupped in the future! (in guitar hero)

so in this year of bangs, of psychologists at the pictures, of travelling bloggers, of hemhorroidless bums, how do we end something that is only beginning? well, in an instant such as this, there is no magic 8ball to shake, no almanac to consult. in this case, i always ask myself, “What would Rhonda do?”. but no one knows what Rhonda would do, thats what makes her the enigma she is. so, to Rhonda : we will miss you out here.

hapy new yearz. an hapy 30th boday an 1 year aniversary Chokey. we luvz yoou.

and to the rest of you special yous, I’ll see you on Facebook.

I just got back from my third Chiropractor visit and I am for sure going to go in again on Monday after I work as I’m thinking I’ll be working Monday. Yesterday’s test trek had positives and negatives in relation to the healing of the back.

I’ll regress a bit:

Most of you are familiar with my constant comments I make about my headaches, I have yet to do a post actually explaining them, but they are partially related to my neck and back. The majority of the time I suffer chronic head pain and it leaves my back and neck alone but due to three crashes, one at three years old, one at around twelve and another at twenty my back isn’t right. It isn’t right at all. I also do not handle stress well and tend to hold the extra that isn’t making my head pound in my upper back and neck. It often feels like I am being stabbed with multiple knives all throughout my shoulder area. This pain has all been on the left side lower to middle back and left side of my head.

Yesterday I was slightly disappointed that I was able to still feel pain when I went on my mini shopping trip because I had been told to do NOTHING and so I have done nothing to the point where we are washing dishes to use them, Gus could make a nest with my fallen hair, her hair and dust and we’d not see her till spring and I don’t even want to THINK about the bathroom or the laundry situation. Once I got home and stopped moving it settled down but that doesn’t sit well with me because I really need to get this place cleaned before we leave on a jet plane, not to mention get through shifts at work without customers asking me if I am ok.

I’m glad I didn’t make it worse yesterday and I made the right decision not going to Adam’s Christmas party. I am pretty old school that way, If I am off work I don’t feel it is right to be gallivanting off to some party, [testing my back on a two hour trek up Robson in the pouring rain is rather far from heals and free food and drinks on a boat till 10:30pm] I had the camera on me because I thought he wasn’t going out till 8pm-ish and when I phoned him from Payless around 5:30pm to ask: Napoleon Dynamite style moon boots or rip off Uggs when I already knew what he’d say, he was on his way out the door. He looked super dapper when he got home, he’d worn a suit. He has this really sexy brown pinstripe one from Club Monaco, I’d have taken his photo when he got in but I was tired silly. The man has style though, and he approves of the top I bought for the Saturday Christmas party. It is 100% husband approved!

Yes, I went out wearing the outfit in the photo, and that outfit is just ONE exhibit in relation to my pleas and WHY I keep asking/telling you folks that someone, Keira, Jennifer, anyone, must for the love of fashion nominate me for ‘What Not to Wear’ and fast I could show up at your place wearing this at ANY TIME!!!!

You’ve all been warned.

No matter how long I live here I can not dress for the weather, no matter how hard I try I am either too hot or too cold.

Let me first tell you what I have on my person and that it was plus one or more degrees when I went out and pissing rain.

• Brown knit, ‘Sneaky Brim Toque’
• Not done hair
• Glasses
• Pink wool, Banana Republic coat
• White mittens
• An umbrella with ALMOST broken open button
• Long sleeve cotton shirt
• 100% wool sweater (with fleece lined neck)
• Jeans
• Wigwam socks
• Wellies
• A bag

Can you say over heat much? Today was ridiculous, I felt like I weighed a million pounds, not good for any day let alone the first day I leave my house to also test my back out. I had to wear my Banana Republic coat and not my Helly Hansen snowboard jacket [even though SKIING IS WHERE IT IS AT!!!!!] because my jacket is BRIGHT orange and would have looked worse than I already did in my coat and wellies, I think.

I needed some panties because I have lost what I fondly refer to as my newlywed comfort weight and am back in a size small panty, I needed a shirt for a Christmas party Saturday night - I found one - which led to needing a new bra which I got in a 34B and not a 32C yet I have lost weight. You tell me. Christmas or not my outfit will have pink.

By the time I got to Payless to look for winter boots for our trip up North I was dripping in sweat and had remembered three times over that I had forgotten my RE-USE-ABLE BAGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When this happened to Adam he walked home from the grocery store with the groceries in his arms, hands and pockets to teach himself a lesson. I think my outfit was lesson enough and you can’t walk around other stores with panties hanging out of your pockets.

Even though I got boots at Payless I MAY end up taking them back they were seventy something dollars after taxes at PAYLESS?? The more I think about it the more wrong it seems.

Today is a perfect example of WHY I let Adam dress me. From now on when people ask me WHY or look at me funny when I say my husband dresses me [as long as he is home!] they will be referred to this post.

AND on the walk home it started to rain hardish and the umbrella with ALMOST broken open button, BROKE and would not open and my fingers got extremely sore and red and cold. I tossed it because it was poking my anger spot.

Having a job with no computer is pretty awesome because I am in no way tempted to do stupid stuff that could get me canned. Downside, I don’t get to blog as often. I haven’t done this sort of shift work since the nineties so it is taking a bit to get used to. The film industry was too hard with no car although I learned a lot and I mean a lot plus I’m not saying I will never do it again in the summer the not having a car/retarded hours don’t bother me as much, really what I mean is if Ryan Gosling were to film here I’d be on that set other than that I like being in doors now with ventilated air and heat and stuff, plus I wouldn’t leave where I am now, I’d have to find a way to do both.

Oops did I forget to mention I got a new job?

So now I am bonified Housewife Extraordinaire with permanent part time job. I feel so much better about myself and when I don’t clean the kitchen I don’t feel guilty because I work too. Granted, matching P.J sets and my Sneaky Brim Toque and my pirate/scull slippers are my day off uniform. I am in NO WAY responsible for bringing sexy back as this photo clearly shows. The apartment is freezing, I’ll bring sexy back in the spring. The Sneaky Brim Toque is on a similar status HIGH as my Neko Case T-shirt, it is getting A LOT of wear.

My tattoos are allowed to show and although we can’t wear jeans all other pants are basically allowed. Gus is having some ‘issues’ to say the VERY least with my not being home as much but I am sure she will adjust and realize she was simply taking me for granted anyway.

With my working Adam actually gets some time to himself which he is loving and it makes me happy after the gift of sitting on my ass for so long he gave me. I’ll walk in the door and he has his guitar [a REAL one] on his lap or he may be banging out new tunes on his key board or he’ll be passed out on the couch with the Greeper and I almost feel guilty that I’m interrupting because I can come home for lunch. That last part is a lie I don’t feel bad for coming home for lunch when Adam is home because then he will make me lunch, but I am still down with him having more ‘him’ time.

• I have to have all the songs on Guitar Hero III open by tomorrow. People are coming over to play and I want all the songs open. I started on hard level because I play on expert now but I got stuck in level seven [hard] so I have had to go back to medium level so I can get everything open. The things I do for my friends, seriously.

Top five total BS reasons I didn’t insist on the cordless guitar being mine and have not even tried it:

1. I don’t want to get used to it
2. I LOVE starting almost every sentence with “since you have the cordless guitar on can you please get me…..”
3. I obviously have issues with ‘excessive’ use as I broke the whammy bar on our original red guitar
4. I won MAJOR points taking over Adam’s old black and brown guitar
5. Cordless or not I will still find something to trip and fall over

• The latest visit with Rhonda was awesome, as usual, but was also bittersweet. Not my place to talk about her life on my site. I haven’t even posted the photos to flickr yet but when I do I’ll do a photo post because we took some pretty interesting photos. Underwear on my head was involved and Adam got a stingray.
• I have therapy today and BOY do I need it.
• I haven’t touched The Time Traveler’s Wife since GH 3 came out and I remain on page 50.
• I bought the new Britney Spears, Blackout at the same time that I bought Puscifer, “V” is for vagina.
• I’m almost done the second quarter of 100 things about me.
• Adam and I got new cell phones for free. My phone is so kick ass I can’t even use it or I can but I may have to call in reinforcements to teach me, I got the MOTOKRZR K1(RED) made to help eliminate AIDS in Africa. I have this thing where I hate reading instructions, but I take direction well.
• I got a change sorter because we save every single piece of change and I love it so much I may dedicate a whole post to it. If you only knew how much money I/we have saved and the things we’ve ended up using it for you’d all start saving your change today.
• This season of Ellen Degeneres is so good I can hardly handle it.
• Project GOING GREEN is in full swing we’ve added reusable bags for groceries and drugstore shops and have found even more things to ‘flick off’ and unplug. Friend and fellow blogger Keira-Anne has also done some great posts on GOING GREEEEEEEEEN and even has a Roots, Flick Off t-shirt.
• Project get all the songs open on Guitar Hero III by tomorrow must recommence now.
• As of this minute I have 144 unread blog posts on my feed from blogs I actually read because I only have blogs I read on my feed because of you guessed it, GUITAR HERO. [anyone sick of hearing about GH refer to my about page]

fifty ways to leave your fifty hoes in fifty different area codes

have you ever wondered why paul simon only gives us these 5 ways to leave your lover in a song inaptly named 50 ways to leave your lover�?
so did we.
wonder no more. in honour of Halloween and our sick minds having nothing better to do, ABC and i bring you what we feel paul simon MAY have chosen as possible ways.

Paul Simon’s Original Ways

you just slip out the back, jack
make a new plan, stan
you don’t need to be coy, roy
just get yourself free
hop on the bus, gus
you don’t need to discuss much
just drop off the key, lee
and get yourself free

45 Additional Ways

shoot her in the face, ace
leave on a jet plane, jane
cut off his leg, greg
hammer in her brain, raine
lock him in the morgue, borg
stick her with a sword, gord
bite off his cock, spock
stick her with a shank, frank
cook fatty foods, contributing to his heart disease, louise
whack her with a bat, pat
have an affair, clare
bop her car with a glock, doc
feed him to a demon, eamonn
hit him with a brick, rick
cast him into hell, nell
grind her flesh into macaroni, tony
push him off his bike, mike
snip her e-brake, jake
weld closed her flu, lou
toss a grenade, jade
bomb her, dahmer
hire a hitman, fran
leave her in a ditch, mitch
lock him in the sauna, lana
stab her in the ass, cass
give him ebola, lola
freeze her in ice, bryce
throw him in the cage with a baaaadaassss panda, miranda
leave her in a gator’s death roll, joel
have his murder committed by people in your commune, june
tie him to a sled, fred
club her with an ancient artifact at the museum, liam
hang him from a tree, marie
make her watch Full House, clause
give her crabs, babs
take a dump on her rug, doug
drop him off a bridge, midge
poke out his eye, di
fuck him to death, beth
kill her in the sack, zach
beat him with a lock in a sock, tupac
ditch her at the mall, jamal
clock her with your sand wedge, reg
leave her at the altar, walter
show him the guillotine, eileen

2006
2005 *has some of its original comments!!*

Lately I have been feeling like I am falling in love with Adam all over again or that I love him even more if that is even possible or something like that and I have been all floating on a cloud like and we’ve been having so much fun lately and laughing more than we already laugh which is enough to keep our stomaches in shape and we had a couple of days where we didn’t really see much of each other I was out with Spockette and then he was out with Pat and Adam normally works Saturdays and I thought hey this is cool I miss him a lot and even though having this Friday night to myself rules and all because I don’t have to endure him taking the piss out of whatever crap show I’m awwwwwwing over I missed him and he hadn’t really gone anywhere.

When I got home from my night out I stayed up late and watched Shopgirl which really wasn’t that bad once you get over the fact you really are supposed to buy that Claire Danes and Steve Martin are ‘doing it’. I was really cold when I got into bed and when I snuggled up next to Adam I noticed how warm he was and was afraid I would wake him up because I was like an ice box getting into the bed but I rested my freezing hand on his chest and pulled my chest up to his back and discovered something I had never noticed before, that my head fit perfectly between the top of his neck and his shoulder blade and there was room for me to tuck in my other arm. I am NOT a cuddly person. I laid there thinking he’d never know I had made this valiant attempt at being not only affectionate but cuddly affectionate whilst figuring I’d have to roll over soon, there was no way I could fall asleep like this and what if Adam rolled over on me and I woke up with my neck and back out and then I was pissed off at my attempt to be affectionate and would have been all WHY DID I BOTHER! But then I woke up and it was morning.

We were watching The Lost Boys again on the weekend, the movie has been coming up a lot lately with the second one being filmed here and the fact that none of the original cast are in it and I can’t even see what it will be about except the obvious, vampires, and I think it is lame they are making a new one and the soundtrack from the original is one of my very favorite soundtracks ever [I sense a Corinna’s favorite soundtracks post coming!] and one of the things that rules about Adam is that I KNOW it must be annoying but he lets me sing all the songs while we are watching the movie and I do air guitar and I rock out and basically bring new direction they obviously didn’t think of to each scene. The Lost Boys soundtrack to me is like listening to a John Denver’s Greatest Hits album I know every single word even though I haven’t owned the soundtrack in years because I lent it out and GUESS WHAT…… I never got it back. [Don’t even ask why I still lend things]. So, this hip gyrating, Tim Capello .gif busting out ‘I Still Believe’ from one of our favourite scenes goes out to you babe.

I can’t really write a post like this without mentioning THREE THINGS.

1. Here is a link to the AWESOME post on how Adam and I met.
2. My parents celebrated their 38th wedding anniversary on September 9th they have only been married 37 years longer than Adam and I. WATCH OUT GUYS WE ARE CATCHING UP!!!!
3. The Funky Bee and her husband also celebrated their first year wedding anniversary on the 9th and it appears that they have had just as fantastic of a start to their marriage as we have.

Spoiler warning: if you are planning on seeing this film, and are not easily dissuaded, then do not read this review. Because unless you like getting pretentious at Dennys afterwerbs, you ought not go. Basically, when the tally of things that bug you surpasses the things that are cool you are in trouble. But if you leave half way through the scary dreadlox goth people will push you around and play catch with your hat.

So Rob Zombie meets with Carpenter, or so it goes, all old fashioned like and asks for his blessing like hes gonna make an honest woman of his daughter. And Carpenter sez to him he sez, “make it your own”. So I cant give him the ol Peter Jackson when Johnny told him not to make the same movie. Because of White Zombie, I will start this thang with what I liked about the picture. Young Michael is awesome. First of all, the kid who plays hims name is Daeg Faerch. You couldnt make up a name that is more metal if you tried. Seriously. Try. The character wears a sweet KISS tee shirt, and although he is vacant and violent, the most offensive thing about him for me was that he was a little dirty. But this time we know whats coming. We know that he is going to turn into a superhuman psychopathic killer because we assume a certain faithfulness to the original script by Johnny and Debra Hill, and also because lil Mikey kills more animals than Ernest Hemingway. He is also seemingly unable to go anywhere without his 25cent clown mask, his first mask, which to my much happiness is not scary but kind of ridiculous looking so that the sinistration of the image is entirely caused by the evil of the boy. The final thing that I liked was that Don’t Fear The Reaper appears a couple o times. what about the nudity though, everybuddy loves tits and ass right, but in a world where Britney Spears flashes her clam like an airmiles card it really didn’t do much for me.

So now that were done with the good cowboys, lets move our attention to the bad cowboys.

I was kind of expecting some sort of jab-jab-wink-wink to Johnny Carpenter, but the more I waited and the harder I looked for it, the more painful was the realization that it wasn’t going to come. I love Carpenters Halloween because of him and Nick Castle in the Shape and Hill. Assault on Precinct 13 is my flavourite Johnny.
Ok chill, lets start orgamizing things here, lets us focus.

My problem with this film is its intention, I cant figure out what Rob Zombie is trying to tell me. In Carpenters treatment, Michaels existence is surreal; as a kid calmly and quietly stabbing his sister in full clown gear, and the Shape appearing and disappearing all over the shittin hell. Zombie demystifies the villain and shifts the sympathy dynamic. Little Daeg in his badass KISS shirt is killin this rat, and this dawg, and what have you, and his moms a peeler, and his step pop is an assho, and his sisters a hore, and he kills this irritating kid, so we stick all that in the ol John Douglas-o-matic and we get a serial killer. Which brings me to so what. Mikey goes to the hospital, he gets round the clock care, but hes too fucked. The system failed so that means what we got here is we need to deal better with those cases but we cant even if we do our best. Malcolm McDowell was really nice to the kid and that janitor who looked out for him got jacked up nonetheless. His mom was really nice to him too cept for the living with a fucking assho bit. So despite our modern understanding of mental illness, despite our technology and not-shock treatment, we are completely helpless which begs why should we even try to reform an insane criminal. Harumph. I ask you Rob Zombie what the crap was with all that lets understand how he became damaged by purging the sinners stuff when the only alternative youre giving us is to kill the poor understandably vengeful lil sumbitch.

So when the first part of the film with young Mike ended I was all waaaAAAAaaa?…….?? do I like him cuz he kills bad guys, or do I hate him for killin poor ol lil animals? And then theres boobs. And more bad people get ganked. And also good people get ganked. Let us not forget too that in 1978 the Shape was played by the guy who directed The Last Starfighter using the Cray X-MP supercomputer to render the digital effects.. today, he is played by a wrestler. Nothing against Tyler Mane, and maybe I should have included this with the good cowboys but I really like that Zombie has a stable of actors he reuses, I love that shit. But the wrestler didn’t even take a stab at the best part of the Carpenter picture, where Mike holds Lyndas bf Bob up against the wall and impales him, then he stands a foot away from the dead Bob and tilts his head side to side, examining the meat. A wrestler might be able to stab the shit out of me like a bastard, but he doesn’t make me piss in my pants and cry like Jimmy Garner. The original movie was a true origin in that thats where the clichés were copied from, but this new version wasnt putting two and two tugether. If Zombie is a fan of either Carpenter or his movie, I saw no indication as such.

And I am now leading into my most pressing issue, the one that runed the experience really for me, the music. One of the things that made that fuckin old version so scary was Carpenters score. He directed it, cowrote it, and composed the whole theme. So now we have Rob Zombie, a musician before a filmmaker, directing his favourite movie and wanting to be respectful yet he doesn’t pony up and give that extra effort like the pioneers with no money to play with had to? That right there tells me that the poor bastard is detatched from the work in that one area where he could have retardified his own cinematic success while giving props to the man who did it himself 30 yearz ago.

Waa waa, and so on. If I had never heard of Johnny Carpenter or Rob Zombie then I wouldn’t be in this mess, but waddaya do. You cant make a silk purse out of a sour peach. Or something.

Hey Zombie. If youre reading this, go rent The Butcher Boy.

Also don’t turn ME into a zombie.

Aughra mentioned that she had not seen my bangs and it dawned on me that if you aren’t on my Facebook then you wouldn’t know that I got bangs because I never mentioned it or posted any photos on Flickr till late last week early this week. So, in case you didn’t know, I got bangs.

Garbage strike makes the city smell extra pretty.

NOT suitable for US Open play or any play for that matter.

Stay tuned for a review/comparison post between Rob Zombie’s Halloween and the original John Carpenter version by Adam, we watched both over the long weekend. I will tell you this, we both [and JohnA] HATED the new one it was SO BAD I would have walked out had I not have been with other people. DUMBEST SHIT EVER. Rob Zombie is a MORON for thinking he could take on that movie, I mean really, I wasn’t expecting much it is a remake, but I did not expect him to actually destroy the movie. I want my money and my wasted time back.

Adam and JohnA entering to watch Halloween when we were still HAPPY and EXCITED we were there.

STUPID memory card deleted my data on Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80’s, I had to start over again I was not impressed. It took me forever to finish the last song by Extreme I don’t even want to see that song on EXPERT. I can’t remember what my original band name was but it wasn’t Bastard Fucker that name came from the anger of losing memory card data for the second time. [two different games though] Might be time for a new one.

I didn’t realize I was wearing my bald eagle chainsaw wielding prolly going to chop up the bunny shirt until I uploaded this and laughed my ass off. I can’t believe that thing on my head has EYES, bloody gross. Don’t worry C.J this is NOT the kickass ‘thing’ we found to go in your box on the weekend.

I do not like Adam’s new Cons.

Mushroom with balls.

SCORE!!!!!!!

I am so in love with this bag. I have been looking for a new bag for over a year maybe two years. I have been carrying a green Gap bag or my Johnny Cash book bag and my wee Coach bag for special occasions but my green Gap bag has been falling apart for a while. I had basically stopped looking for a replacement which is obviously why I found one. It is water proof and the best bag in the world, room for all my stuff and a book, has the key holder, phone holder, camera holder AND does not feel heavy EVEN with my water bottle in it. Heaven.

Adam’s new crossword puzzle Cons and ‘Darth’ Federer spanking someone at the US Open.

HOLY I can’t believe it is Tuesday already, where does the time go? I have been pretty giddy since last Friday somehow I got the one line from Barry Manilow’s song Looks Like We Made It stuck in my head and that line would be the ”looks like we made it” part, the rest of the song doesn’t really work lyric wise, but that line mixed in with some humming and stabs at other lines without looking up the lyrics have been ever present to the point I dedicated that song to Adam on Sunday on Facebook for everyone to see because I know Adam hates Manilow and is probably about ready to duct tape my vocal chords. I found a video for the song on YouTube and it had all the karaoke lyrics running across it as well so I serenaded him whilst playing the air guitar. You want romance? I think that about covers it.

The only shitty thing about the whole weekend was that on Friday at around 3pm-ish I started to feel really nauseous and had to go lay down and I only had two hours until my shrink session and just felt ILL so I canceled, I will likely have to pay a cool $170.00 for that but I had no idea what was happening, and then I started to get the stabbing pains in behind my eyes and my head started to pound and I really couldn’t move and I was like DUH how could you NOT have realized that was a migraine coming on, I waited until it had subsided enough that I could maneuver myself off of the couch and into the kitchen to get something for it. Much to my relief it was under control pretty quickly but it was too late for my session. I called Dr. B back and explained what happened he knows about my headaches but still canceling two hours before? I think he will charge me for the missed session, granted he never said anything about it and normally he does so I guess I will find out if and when he hands me an invoice this Friday.

So basically we hung out with David and Iris Eggwhites and we had some Guitar Hero battles and we went bowling on Saturday night and spent Sunday how we spend most days, laughing and enjoying each others company. Just now we are in year two of marriage and almost heading into year five together. It sure does not feel like we’ve been together that long but we have. And I didn’t bust out any wedding photos because they are all on flickr and our favourite one is on Facebook we see them all the time if you want to see them you know where they are I’m just bored with them right now.

ps. This is my most favourite Guitar Hero shot ever. And it is only fitting that I was playing the 80s Encore edition when this was taken. What am I doing wearing that headband for real? Well, I’m retraining my hair growth pattern of course. It is sweet I don’t leave the house in it but I do wear it into bed because I am sexy to the max.