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Saturday, November 30

 

Why did we not get thrown out?

Tom was right. We probably all should have been thrown out of the bar. My bitches, my man, a work friend, and my friend Tom the Twee went downtown. Two of us, including myself, were proudly wearing Colorado shirts since they had just kicked the Huskers collective ass earlier that day. A very drunk boy in a Husker shirt came over to our table and asked in our general direction if we wanted to play darts. Everyone mumbled and grumbled, and I figured hey if he's paying, I'm playing. It was CU vs. NU all over again. Needless to say I whooped his red-clad ass; it must have been my winning bullseye (my first!).

Then the fun was broughten (ya know as in, it's has already been _______). Amy and I pumped four bucks into the jukebox and got 15 songs, which we used to annoy the crowd with Ween and Beatles songs. I played a choice Nico ditty for Tom the Twee, and Candice's favorite Outkast song. Then it began.

The six of us were all singing at the top of our lungs all the songs we knew, and when you're drunk you think you know ALLthe words. Candice put lipstick on Steve, Amy took pictures of Steve kissing me, I did the Molly Ringwald dance with Tom, and Tom wondered why we didn't get thrown out. Oh yeah, and Steve-o peed in a glass, and Amy went outside to puke. Unfortunately, she wussied out and held it in.

Quotes of the night were:
"Your pee is on the table with the lemon." Lemon from the Boulevard Wheat, naturally.
"Remember when Steve made out with Jared? Mmmm, that was hot." A random though by Candice.
"Kiss me little one." Me to Steve, right before he planted a huge lipstick kiss on me.
"Fuck you mutherfucker, I'm gonna puke!" Amy to the 6'4", musclebound black man at O'Rourke's who was blocking her as she worked her way through the crowd to get outside.
"The pants have been peed." Steve to the world.
"Comeon man, do the Truffle-Shuffle!!!" All of us to some frat boy wearing a shirt with Chunk, from the Goonies, iron-on. Not surprisingly, he would not do the Truffle-Shuffle.

Candice's Haiku of the evening:
Acid-washed denim
my brother-in-law's brother
Jesus Fucking Christ.

Did I also mention that I got carded for 8 Mile yesterday? Sweet!

Lynnette 11:34 AM

Friday, November 29

 

DREAM: Pet Store

I dreamt I was walking through a busy pet store, alone. I overheard several conversations but didn't stop to eavesdrop on any of them in particular. I passed a display of puppies and dogs, that were contained in a plastic wall of drawers; it looked like bulk bins for candy.... except there were dogs in there. I went out the back door and right as I was about to step into the parking lot I looked down. There was a plastic grocery sack, dropped or abandoned. When I peered in I saw a random receipt, a shirt, and a hamster burrowing in the shirt. I stared at it for awhile, thinking how fucking random is this. A woman came running out of the pet store, along with an employee. Apparently she had dropped it, unknowingly, and had been looking for the bag and the hamster for some time.

I am also thankful for Legos.

Lynnette 11:48 AM

Wednesday, November 27

 

I am thankful for many things...

Steve. He is amazing, klutzy, smart, fucking awesome and I am ever so thankful he is a part of my life. I love him dearly.
My parents, all three of them. My mom and dad for surviving a divorce and still remaining friends after the walls come tumbling down. My stepdad for giving his all in raising me and my brother.
Nick, my brother. He's one of the most sensitive, caring people I know.
Candice. That bitch is one of the strongest women I know. She tough, she's smart, and she don't take no shit. Goddamit I fucking love her.
Amy. The crackbaby in my life. Amy rocks. Amy is the only person I know who should have been born a black man in the late 70s. Amy is retro to the core. Who the fuck else owns a Colecovision??
Me. I am thankful for the person I have become. I fucking rock.

I am also thankful for Nadine's cooking. Oh. My. Goodness.

Lynnette 6:17 PM

 

It's coming....BUY NOTHING DAY November 29th, 2002. Click for more info

Lynnette 6:12 PM

 

I had very clear, solid dreams last night, however, thanks to Kane the magic wonderkitty was woken up and had to re-sleep, as I like to call it. Thusly, the dreams have been forgotten. Today I am at work, racking up extra hours (and hopefully, extra bank) during the holiday week. Nadine's tomorrow where I will have the best food ever blessed in a Christian home, get to see my crackbaby, and do the official introduction of Candice's family to mine. Should be tasty, rad, and interesting.

Lynnette 8:19 AM

Tuesday, November 26

 

The following is a first hand account of the near-barfight I was in this weekend. It was hilarious. Enjoy.
Brian says:
hey there sunshine
Brian says:
where were you yesterday?
Lynnette says:
in the middle of a very unpleasant procedure at the hospital... you?
Lynnette says:
friday got pretty crazy after ocia peeps left...
Brian says:
did Andy know about it?
Lynnette says:
yeah i told him i was changing it to monday.... he probably forgot..
Brian says:
oh
Brian says:
what happened Friday?
Lynnette says:
i went and got steve from work and came back to hang out with my stepbrother and his girlfriend... who i bumped into right as ocia's thing fizzled out....
Lynnette says:
i did karoke.....or however you spell it.
Lynnette says:
i sang "chocolate salty balls" with this little white kid with no rhythm
Lynnette says:
it was fun!!!
Brian says:
where at?
Lynnette says:
the bowling alley has it.... in the lounge.
Brian says:
sweet
Lynnette says:
then this kid who went to college with ryan (my stepbro) came over and tried to hit on me...
Lynnette says:
just as steve was coming back from doing "i like big butts" karoke....
Lynnette says:
i said, i have a boyfriend you know..... he's like bullshit, where...
Lynnette says:
steve sat down, and i pointed across the table... there.. he's right there....
Lynnette says:
so the guy said oh yeah?/ well i bet he won't kick my ass if i bother you....
Lynnette says:
(wait for it....)
Lynnette says:
he put his arms around me...... and pretended like he was goign to kiss me...... i was getting really pissed off that he was in my space....
Lynnette says:
soo.......
Lynnette says:
I...
Lynnette says:
spit in his beer. and not just a little.. a huge lugie that had depth and texture.....
Brian says:
sweeeet
Lynnette says:
so the kid stood up and threw the beer at me.... all down my shirt....
Brian says:
no way
Lynnette says:
i thought it was funny so i poured mine at him...
Lynnette says:
swear!
Brian says:
was he pissed?
Lynnette says:
then the bouncers came and held him back cuz he was yelling stuff like: i'll kick your boyfriend's ass, where is he .... that fucker.. blahblah...
Lynnette says:
and i'm sitting quietly at the table... sipping my beer..... looking completely innocent...
Brian says:
see, women always get their boyfriends into fights
Lynnette says:
ryan's friends of course think i'm SOOOO COOL now..... oh god...
Lynnette says:
i didn't do anything to start it.. the guy was basically trying to piss steve off my nearly molesting me... he wanted to fight my boyfriend..... for no particular reason other than..... he was there.
Lynnette says:
the best part of it was..... he was married.. and as the bouncers were kicking him out of the bar she came up to me... (these kids are like 21 BARELY) and she's: why did you throw beer at jim?
Brian says:
i hate guys like that. luckily, none of my friends are usually looking for a fight
Lynnette says:
i said simply, " He touched me inappropriately."
Lynnette says:
so THEN ... about ten min. later.. a REAL bar fight started... fists were a'flyin' and the cops were called... hehe.. we were leaving the bowling alley just as several cruisers were pulling up, lights on and all....
Lynnette says:
hehehe.e....
Brian says:
so, the wife was pissed to
Lynnette says:
at first she was mad...
Brian says:
who was in the other fight?
Lynnette says:
then ryan told her what happened and she got mad at jim, her husband..... whose beer i spit in triumphantly....
Lynnette says:
the other fight was just two strangers..... i dunno.. just big dudes....
Brian says:
that seemed like a pretty white trash bowling alley
Lynnette says:
I know. It was great.

Lynnette 9:31 AM

 

DREAM: Chorus, the eXtreme game

Thank you to all the peeps that wrote me. It was sweeeeet. It snowed last night. Joy. Oh yeah, and I had a couple dreams. I dreamt I was walking around a downtown that looked like what my city must have looked like in the 1950s. It was a 50s' winter holiday feel, snow melting around the sidewalks, and xmas lights strung around bare trees imprisoned in the city. I was walking down an alley, mid-morning, and some friends from Homer's, a record store I used to work at, invited me to watch a game. They had an extra ticket. Well the seats were about 8,000 rows up, and by the time I sat down I could hardly see the players. The game was called "CHORUS", and it consisted of 4 or 5 teams of people, both men and women, simply running back and forth soccer/rugby style, beating the crap out of each other. Not only that but the game lasted every night for the run of seven months time!! It was a popular sport, too. The stadium was filled to the brim, although it was a one-sided stadium, seeing as it was taking up space in the downtown district.

Later I took a cage of birds in one hand and a long braided wig with a beard attached in the other hand and crossed the street. Nobody would hold the door open for me, because of the wig. I went to the roof of the building to find two of my college professors standing around. Looking for a place to sit I realized it was pouring rain and everywhere to sit was soaking wet. Despite the mess I thought it would make, I sat down as I told them the story of my cousin. When she was about 15 she was assaulted by her neighbor who had kissed her and given her LSD by letting her lick it off his cheek. The room was dark, and his skin was soft and full of baby fat. After the ordeal she was wrapped in sheets, that became bloodied from her wounds, and was laid out in front of the playing field of the CHORUS game. The sideline medics tended to her quickly.

My professors looked at me, and asked what college I was going to. I told them in-state.

Lynnette 7:40 AM

Monday, November 25

 

LOOK, GODDAMNIT!!

Who are you? I know you're reading this. Darren, in NYC, comeon! I'm your favorite cousin, I know you read this. Paul, in Buffalo, I know you're still alive. Please email, I worry about you constantly. Nick, my dear brother, for fucking crying out loud, tell me when your next show is! You kept the last few a secret, which isn't fair to your loving sister, me. Nick, my ex, come on, I know you read this, EMAIL ME, shit. All you newbies, come on, tell me hey, tell me hi, tell me ho. Crybabies whine, why can't I?

Lynnette 11:46 PM

 

There is nothing more luxurious than having someone bathe you.

Lynnette 11:11 PM

 

DREAM: Indians and Aliens, Bob Seger

(For the purposes of this dream the word "indian" is used not Native American, due to the fact that I dreamt of indians in the 1950s-plastic-toy-indian variety)

So I dreamt I was in the old west, cowboys and indians and the like. That's what I get for reading a Choose Your Own Adventure book before bed. Spy for George Washington, indeed. I was hanging out talking to some friends, some white, some indian, when over the horizon came a group of indians on horseback. It was nearly midnight, but we could still see because of a nearly full moon. The indians I was with told me and another white girl to hide under the table were were next to. We laid down on our stomachs in the dirt, and turned out faces to each other, hoping that our light skin could not been seen in the moonlit night. Well, fuck, they caught us. That's when they turned into aliens. I'm talking green tentacles and big oval eyes and large heads, aliens. We were put to work breeding aliens in some sort of sick twisted game with a pile of goo and an eye dropper. I was doing okay; I had successfully bred two female aliens, and two male aliens. I started to express how proud I was and hopefully show the aliens that I was worth something, before they decided to kill me. Instead they came over to my pile of bred goo and sucked the aliens out of the top, forcing me to start again. It went on like that for awhile until I got bored the aliens in the old west schtick.

I was at a record store and for some reason I was organizing the CDs and vinyl by color. I pulled out a record with a purplish cover and held it up to the person I was shopping with. I nodded my head, smiled and said, "Aahhh yeah, Bob Seger Night Moves... I love this song!"

Lynnette 10:05 AM

Sunday, November 24

 

DREAM:

Steve, my boyfriend, called me from work. I was at home with our car and he needed a ride. I drove a beige mustang. Not a sleek 50s mustang, but a shitty later model, one that a drunk frat boy would drive to make up for his lack of self confidence sexually. It was annoying, but it drove fast.

When I picked him up we decided to move into a new house. We went to an open house and some dude showed us around. This place was ridiculously, hideously large. Some houses have great rooms, this entire house was comprised of great rooms. Everything had cathedral ceilings, and well, speaking of cathedrals, it had a church attached to it. I didn't believe the guy so I went down the hall to look for myself. Sure enough there was the door to the church, easily accessible from our hallway. Through the glass I could see a congregation in the middle of a service. I looked down and the doors were chained and shackled. I gave them a shake, it wouldn't budge. Didn't mind though, we have no use for a church. The house also had its own gymnasium, complete library and *drumroll* the basement was actually a live Super Mario game.

Yes, Super Mario Bros. was our basement. Since it was based on a video game no one believed it could be dangerous, but many had died trying. The lava, the spikes, the turtles....many men had tried. Steve and I were notified that the next participant would be Ben Affleck. The actor showed up, dressed like the Daredevil, looking a wee bit scared. Could you blame him?

Lynnette 11:30 AM

Saturday, November 23

 

DREAM: Fish in the 'fridge, Tori Amos' Tits

I dreamt I had gone grocery shopping for fish, among other things. Afterwards, each time I opened the refrigerator the pile of sardines on the top shelf would start to move and flop back and forth and out of the fridge, onto the floor. Each time a sardine hopped out it would hit me and leave nasty fish juice marks on my arms. On the bottom shelf was a catfish, about 8-10 inches long, a deep, dark green. It also twisted and turned itself out of the fridge and onto the floor. In real life I hate catfish, it tastes like mud. However, in my dream I called up my best friend and asked her if sometime we could try the sardines packed in tomato sauce.

I also was watching Tori Amos play piano, wearing clown make-up just on her face, shirtless. Her breasts were so large that when she tilted back they swung to the side and sat under her armpits. It was scary, I don't like Tori Amos in the least.

Lynnette 12:37 PM

Thursday, November 21

 

DREAM: Connecticut, some guy named Frank

I dreamt last night that my boyfriend was traveling to Connecticut to watch television with three friends of his. I got bored and decided to join them. Through the magic powers contained only in dreams, naturally, I found myself inside a large, dirty house, not unlike what I imagine a group of dirty 20-something party people would live in. The house had three stories and from where I was standing on the first floor, I could barely hear a television spilling down from the top floor. The stairs were extremely steep and covered in patchy, green-mold colored carpet that seemed to give at the edge of each stair. For some strange reason I couldn't walk up them, so I climbed them on my hands and knees, trying to be quiet. Halfway up the stairs I stopped, and just listened to the faint TV noises and mumbles of my boyfriend and his friends.

I felt satiated by my in-house adventure and went on to explore the back porch. Indoors it was nighttime, but outside it was mid-morning hazy daylight, and a little rainy. The house itself was on a hill, so when one went out the backdoor the stairs going down to the backyard were twice the length to the basement. On the stairs I met a man named Frank, who had long hair and was dirty, like Bob from Twin Peaks. (Now that I think of it, I think that actor's name was Frank Silva). He told me his father was in a band, and then he left.

Lynnette 12:07 PM

Wednesday, November 20

 

My dreams of last night were disintegrated when we received a long distance collect call at 6:45 this morning. Thanks Matt. Somehow Steve has become a Nationwide eBay agent.

Lynnette 8:12 AM

Tuesday, November 19

 

DREAM: Orca, Random road trip

I dreamt I was walking along a shoreline that washed up inside a building. The ceilings were so high you'd forget it was indoors. A guide warned me that the orca, the killer whales, would usually gather close to the shoreline and eat people swimming. It was best to swim out further in the deeper water where the orca were calm. I asked her why they killed near the shoreline, and how it was possible? She asked me, "How many fins do they have?" "Four, so I guess they must crawl along on the sand with their fins to get to the people." I assumed her smile meant I was right.

Then I was in a car trip to Idaho with 2 people I didn't know. They wanted to drive through Iowa and South Dakota, and I begged and pleaded and cried with them to NOT DRIVE THROUGH IOWA. I asked them, please drive through Colorado or Montana, they are much more aesthetically pleasing for a long drive.

Lynnette 8:36 AM

Monday, November 18

 

DREAM: Evil Angel (the vampire), Job Labyrinth, John the Drunk

I dreamt I was in an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. At times I was Buffy, other times just a bystander, bystanding, or rather, watching. Angel, a vampire came down from clouds in the sky and the world turned a purplish color. No sound could be heard but our voices, his voice. Then he scooped up a couple people, took them up to the clouds. It was silent until their bodies hit the ground, dead. Then the world turned back to its normal color and the birds started singing.

I dreamt my current job was transformed into a torturous game of hopscotch vs. follow-the-leader. How appropriate! After going through the hopscotch game we stood in a tight line and walked a maze. The big boss man came out and stood next to us watching. He said it didn't matter how well we did, because in 2 months the entire staff would be fired and replaced. The job seemed so futile, as it does in waking life.

I was hanging out at a bar/grille alone, just passing the time in Kansas City. A blind mute came up to me and wanted to "talk" but he couldn't even write words on the pad of paper I put in front of him. There was a group of people next to my table, so I attempted to mingle. They were talking about a band from KC called Diesel. I mentioned that I thought I had seen a band called Diesel live once, and it was in KC, and that they actually weren't too bad. Mostly guys, the group invited me to hang out in their suite. It was an apartment in a high-rise in the heart of downtown KC. A guy named John was getting drunk, and on a dare began to undress. His pants were around his ankles when he passed out, and the rest of the group cried from laughing. I remember my hair being longer, and curled. After the group settled down I went to the window, a huge paneled glass bay window and stared out across the city.

Lynnette 12:46 AM

Saturday, November 16

 

DREAM: Amusement Park, Volunteer work

I dreamt I was in a platform, which was made of the back of a pick up truck and situated on a three-story high scaffold. It at an event which was an amalgam of Lollapalooza, computer games, and Disneyland. Sarah Jessica Parker was on the ground below us, and many of the other people were throwing dollars down to her to buy tickets. An all-access pass cost ten bucks, and I figured what the hell. It would make the show more fun. I unfolded my money, the ten dollars were linked together on a perforated sheet, two rows of five side by side. I yelled at SJP to get me an all-access ticket, and she ran off to find one. After waiting for some time I didn't hear back from her. I went around the park looking for her and walked into an audience watching a play. Luckily it was Intermission and ran up and down the aisles looking for SJP. She was standing at the front selling strings of red licorice wrapped encased in a plastic tube. I bitched about my all-access pass and she apologized, she had forgotten. I got the last pass and she gave me all of the licorice. It filled both my arms, and was even spilling out from underneath.

I called about volunteering at a social center, similar to the Peace Corps. I was sent to Arizona because I spoke Spanish. I drove there, which was just south of town, and as I crossed Highway 2 the air became reddish-orange. I parked in the lot next to the tiny building and got out to greet a small girl, Hola Bonita.

Yeah, that's it. Big show tonight, should be interesting.

Lynnette 11:39 AM

Wednesday, November 13

 

Acoustic Jackass to play Chicago!

fuck. yeah. As the Acoustic Jackass manager I was extremely pleased with the response at the show last night. In fact, he has been invited to play in Chicago next month. Luckily we have a contact there, and perhaps she has some floor space we can sleep on (please Angela!?). Thanks to all those wonderful people who came to the show, we truly appreciate the support. No dreams, too busy.

Lynnette 9:57 AM

Tuesday, November 12

 

Hello all: Tonight those chosen few will be able to enjoy the music stylings of the Acoustic Jackass, who's album will be out around the end of the year.

I'm changing the set up here, so if you have a link to my page, it will be back up by the end of the week.

Thank you for your patience. Love, Nettie

Lynnette 6:41 PM

Monday, November 11

 

Acoustic Jackass: LIVE!! TOMORROW!! SOLD OUT!!

We both got home from work this evening at the same time. I checked the answering machine to happily find a message from the coordinator of a local open mic night. She said people have been asking where the "guy with the funny songs" has been. Being his manager, roadie, groupie, and girlfriend I wrote down the number and he called to set it up. It's on muthafuckas!! Acoustic Jackass @ Knickerbocker's baby!

Lynnette 8:19 PM

Friday, November 8

 

...from the cheap seats see us wave to the cameras...

Did we have cheap seats last night? Hardly. Yesterday when Candice called me at work and said she won tickets to the Husker Men's Basketball game, I figured sure what the hell. So I told her, "Sure, what the hell." Although, there was a catch to the deal: we had to eat prime rib dinner for free in the Husker Hospitality room before the game. Could I believe it? No. Did I enjoy it? YES! After stuffing myself with free prime rib, sodas, ice cream sandwiches and all the cookies I could eat, we grabbed more free soda and headed to our seats. Where were they, you might ask? Section A1 (like the steaksauce, Steve said), Row 6. We could smell the sweat from the other team, which was lovely. So kudos to Candice for an unconventional evening spent at a sporting event which I normaly couldn't care less about.

Lynnette 8:16 AM

Thursday, November 7

 

DREAM: Duplexes, secret sex

More scattered dreams, scattered dreams, feel like I could run away run away.... er.. uh. I dreamt that I was driving around a nearly brand new residential neighborhood with my mom. There were buildings that looked like (yawn) cookie-cutter duplexes, yet when you drove around the back of them you could see they were actually open-air market stands with over-hanging , similar to a carnival. I was living in my folks' basement and Steve, who was wearing a black shirt, kept sneaking downstairs to have sex.

Lynnette 7:59 AM

Tuesday, November 5

 

I lived another day to vote, and it felt great. If you didn't vote, you have no right to whine about politics. I'm more than slightly disgusted when people bitch about presidents/senators/governors when they did nothing to change their political representative(s). Again, if you don't vote, you have no right to whine about politics. I lived another day to vote.

Lynnette 10:47 PM

Monday, November 4

 

Tomorrow I go in for outpatient surgery. Here's to hoping I don't die.

Lynnette 12:33 PM

 

DREAM: Jack Osbourne my lunch lady, Germans, a dime

I dreamt I was in a cafeteria with 5 friends of mine. We had planned on siting in a booth, but realized it would be too crowded after we got our lunch and sat down to eat. Instead we moved two tables end-to-end so we could spread out. I went up to the kitchen and waited in line. When I got up to the counter I saw that Jack Osbourne, Ozzy's son, was the casher/lunchlady person. I greeted him and told him that today, April 9th was my birthday. He offered me a grilled chicken sandwich as a special treat. We chatted, joked, held up the line, then I went to eat. When I sat down and started to eat I realized there was no meat between the buns, literally folks, not figuratively. Jack was still at the counter when I went back. I hung out and ate behind the counter with Jack while he worked because I didn't even like the girls I was eating with.

I dreamt I was on a downward spiraled driveway, that drove sort of like an amusement park ride. The couple in front of me was speaking German. After holding a couple doors open for them, and vice versa, I asked how to say "You're welcome" in German.

I dreamt I found a dime and picked it up.

Lynnette 9:00 AM

Saturday, November 2

 

DREAM: Stew

Past few nights have warranted clips and blips of dreams, as there are many things going on right now which distract from whole, vivid dreams. I dreamt I was at a gathering with a bunch of other people my age, and Mark Hakke was there. Mark was a boy I had a huge crush on when I was in Jr. High, and was the crush that took me into high school. I forgot about Mark when I discovered Fred Ulrich, Eric Ulrich (his cousin), Ryan Finlayson, and eventually Josh Grenier, who took me through my senior year. None of them knew I existed. In my dream Mark and told me he had a crush on me in Jr. High. I said I had a crush on him, too! We had a hearty chuckle about it, and then decided to go to a show across the street where some band was playing. We were in a residential neighborhood, and the band was playing in someone's living room. We walked inside and and found a shitty band, playing to a crowd in the close-dark, lit only by Xmas lights strung haphazardly around the room. Mark, being the normal kid that he was, couldn't judge how bad they were, and looked on. Just at the (oh shit, I just heard the Pet Shop Boys on NPR.... okay back to my dream) point of ultimate boredom Steve West from Pavement came in and told me that his band was playing outside. In my dream Pavement had not yet become big indie dudes, but I figured a band called Pavement had to be more interesting than this other band.

During a 2 hour nap, late in the afternoon on Halloween, I dreamt I was in a silent world. There wasn't any sound, per se, but the cars, people, airplanes, birds, were silent. In fact they were there. It was a Westworld-type environment; completely constructed for my use. I got around on roller skates inside this huge hangar, with colored, thin plastic squares forming a geometric ceiling. The sun was shining, but of course everything was silent. Then I skated along a curved metal room, and found myself in a restaurant where there were other people already eating.

I dreamt I was driving around in Minneapolis when it started to snow heavily, turning to a blizzard. This wasn't good, not for the driving, but because the war going on between the chess pieces and the Kids in the Hall cast would be difficult. I found myself on a horse with a sword, obviously on the side against Dave Foley and gang. Well, this unacceptable. I hopped off my horse and pulled Bruce McCulloch out of the water. He had been tied up with rope and thrown into the moat, you see. Then I the Kids and I sat on a stage in front of a table that seated 500. The Kids said they would eat an entire feast in 59 seconds or less. If they could, they would win $500.

Lynnette 10:59 AM

 

Blogging couples... eewww

Lately I have been following my browser through the labyrinth of links to personal blogs. While there, I tend to snoop around "comments", only to find that many of the contributors to the "comments" seem to be the significant other of the blog owner. Is this weird to anyone else? A cross-reference to the contributor's site unfolds the same situation. Do these blogging couples have interactions that are not online? Do they exchange sentiment and affection in person? To make matters worse, I discovered these people both live in my town.

Lynnette 10:38 AM

Friday, November 1

 

This weekend I will attempt to "reset". Laundry, realphabetizing CDs, and family time for my baby brother's birthday on Sunday. My baby brother will be 24. Clearly, I am old. I'm also quite tired of Blogger. It's free, that's the good thing.

Lynnette 11:20 AM