It's Buster!

For a while now I have been wanting a little dog. I wanted one that was sweet, and not too hyper. My grandparents used to have really hyper dogs that would jump all over anyone who walked through the door.

So, I thought about it, and I really like weiner dogs. It seems like close to a year that I have been wanting one, and I had been pressing my nose up against the glass in pet stores.

Beth told me that her mom had both a male and a female. Issy had her litter on January 25th, and here is my Buster. I picked him out last week. He's a fiesty little sucker.

I picked him because he was the most playful out of the group, and he tried crawling out of the box to play with me too. I say that I like this quality in him now, but I've been thinking that I may come to regret it. Before long, he will probably be tearing everything up in the house. Nah...he's gonna be a good dog!

I should be able to get him around March 8th. I almost feel guilty about taking him away from his momma, daddy, brothers, and sisters. He's going to be lonely at first. He'll be ok though. We'll be friends.

I go to the #1 Unhealthiest University in America

Nov 1, 2005 12:00 PM
Jennipher Shaver

NEW YORK — College life is known for dorm food, cheap beer and all-nighters pulled off by a strong pot of coffee. While this stereotypical lifestyle holds true at some schools, others are opting for healthier habits.

Brigham Young University, the University of Southern California at Santa Barbara and Boston University took the top spots on Men's Fitness' Fittest Colleges list. On the magazine's Fattest Colleges list, the South didn't fare well with the University of Louisiana at Lafayette, the University of New Orleans and Mississippi State University coming in at number one, two and three, respectively.

The magazine partnered with the Princeton Review to survey nearly 10,000 students from more than 660 of the nation's top colleges and universities, asking them 18 questions grouped into five categories: student bodies (sex, height, weight and total weight gained or lost since beginning college), exercise, bad habits (fast food, alcohol, smoking, sedentary activities), other lifestyle choices (supplements, sleep, whether student's significant others help or hinder their fitness goals) and the campus culture of fitness (a school's physical-fitness requirements or recommendations and student impressions).

Top 5 Fittest Colleges:
1. Brigham Young University
2. University of California, Santa Barbara
3. Boston University
4. University of Vermont
5. Northwestern University

Top 5 Fattest Colleges:
1. University of Louisiana, Lafayette
2. University of New Orleans
3. Mississippi State University
4. Southern Illinois University, Carbondale
5. Portland State University

Dancing with the Stars

I hate to say it, but I got hooked on a reality TV show. Dancing with the Stars is a show that I thought I would never watch because it sounds so dumb. Well, I watched it this year, and I kind of got into it. The star finalists are Jerry Rice, Drew Lachey, and Stacy Keibler.

Since the beginning, my personal favorite has been Stacy Keibler, WWE Superstar. Other than the obvious, she is a great dancer. I can't wait for the final results. She didn't do so well on her freestyle dance tonight, but that was her trainers fault. He is the one that choreographed the routine.

I have a feeling Jerry Rice might win because he had such a large fan base. Although, Drew has a good chance too because I think it is mostly teenage girls who do all the voting for these shows. Stay tuned to ABC to find out.

Hot

Well, you just gotta love Louisiana weather. Monday of this week, the temperatures were in the 30s. Today, they are in the 70s. I'm not sure what tomorrow holds. I think it is going to get cooler again, but I haven't checked with Rob.

I don't think that the buildings on campus have noticed the temperature change outside. I think they still have the heaters on. It is so freakin' hot!

My face is flushed, and when I get to class, I am sweating buckets, which, by the way, is not hot.

Outside is not pleasant. Currently it is 78 degrees Fahrenheit, but the heat index is 81. Yeah, during the winter, we have a heat index. It is partly-cloudy, and the humidity is at 61.4%.

If this is our "winter," I hate to see what the summer is going to hold in store.

One of MANY

There are millions of little things that get under my skin. In fact, there are so many that I couldn't possibly make one post to include them all.

For the past couple of meals, I have been eating gumbo. MmmMmm...mais I love me some gumbo, cher. I have a big pet peeve when it comes to gumbo. I am sure you're saying, "What could possibly get on his nerves about gumbo?" Well, leave it to me to find something, but I will say that the gumbo is just the innocent by-stander in it all.

Whether you choose to eat seafood, or chicken and sausage gumbo, the story remains the same. There will always be someone that tries to "fish" all the "meat" out of the gumbo. It just so happens that my dad is one of these fishermen.

I don't know what you think, but in my opinion, gumbo is always better the next day. Tonight, while I was serving myself, I noticed that we had a vast amount of the roux stock. (I guess that's what you would call it.) On the other hand, the meat was barely detectable. I did some fishing of my own. I was not greedy. I even took less than I would prefer, but since dad fished most of the meat out last night, it did not leave too much for tonight.

To sum it up, the left-over gumbo that we usually have in this happy home typically consists of rice with a whole lot of gravy. [sigh]

Bon Anniversaire

"It's your birthday...shake ya booty...like Sha-nay-nay!" That's a song my friend Katie's little sister, Maggie, used to sing.

Unfortunately, another year brings another birthday. Up to this point, birthdays were fun. Don't get me wrong, they are still fun because it is MY day, or so I like to think.

Well, I am 26 this year. [sighs] I'm now closer to 30 than 20. There's nothing too exciting from this point on. At least last year, I got that insurance discount. Now, the only thing that I can count on next is that Senior Citizen discount, but that is still a few years down the road.

The picture above was taken on my third birthday at my Grandmother's house. It was a cake with peanut butter icing. I still remember taking that picture. It's funny how I remember bits and pieces of things from my childhood. I'm glad I can hang on to those memories.

The most memorable thing I have this year is that I got a King Cake for my birthday. It was so good. Although, I didn't get much because Kevin ate most of it. It was gone is less than 2 days.

I spent tonight hanging out with some of my closest friends, and those great friends that I didn't get the pleasure of being with, in person, gave me a call with birthday wishes. Thanks for thinking about me and making my 26th birthday another one to remember.

Oh, and Cheryl, thanks for the pin that came with my card. My booty got slapped several times. Thankfully, not a full 26. I would come up swinging from that.

Leisure Time in the Legislature

THE DEAD PELICAN has obtained an interesting photo from the February 14, 2006, 3:00 pm session of the House of Representatives .

If you look closely, the unknown legislator talking to that lady in the above picture has a nice game of solitaire on his computer screen.

Positive I.D. of the person sitting at the computer terminal could not be determined.

But based upon analysis of the legislative seating chart, the seat and the computer terminal are those of Rep. Danny Martiny of Kenner (Republican).

Louisiana tax dollars at work!

February 16, 2006 UPDATED 6:10 PM CT
by Chad E. Rogers
© THE DEAD PELICAN 2006
http://www.thedeadpelican.com

A Family Tale...

From the moment that I saw the preview for Failure to Launch, I had one thought on my mind. This movie was written after my brother! It hits the nail on the head.

I keep waiting for the parents to make a comment when they see the previews, but they are stone-cold silent. They don't see anything wrong with a 30 year old still living at home. Dr. Phil would have a field day.

Well, I would like to watch the movie. I probably won't pay to see it in the theatre because I'm tight. I think it will be entertaining.

Valentine's Day

I'm not a bitter, but I think love today is over-rated. Everyone is looking for that perfect person, which doesn't exist. They dream of that fairy-tale love that they see in movies, on TV, or read in stories. That stuff isn't real! I never hear them burping or farting in love stories.

I have been noticing the little lovers of Lafayette running around looking for goodies for their Valentine. Yeah, it's a nice gesture. I'll give it that. It is just that today, relationships seem to be preoccupied with material possessions. Girls are worried about getting married, and as soon as her man pops the question, it is all about the wedding ceremony.

She and her girlfriends are first evaluating the ring. "How much was it? How big is it? Where did he get it? Color/cut/clarity?" Yeah, they need to chill out. Of course, she has got to get the best dress and design her wedding bigger and better than her best friend that got married last year. It's all a competition. Not all girls are this way, thank goodness. It just seems like the majority of the ones of the 20-something age group are just skin deep.

Last week, I overheard a conversation in my Statistics class. I'm nosy, and I'm not shy about eavesdropping. I don't know their real names, so I'll just make some up. Gertrude was talking about how she is dating her high school sweetheart, and they have been together since they were freshmen in high school. They are now engaged, but they don't plan on getting married anytime soon because they need to focus on school. Shaneeka said that she's been with her boyfriend for a few years, and they are content with where they are right now. Ramona said, that she has been with her boyfriend for 4 months, and she is ready to get married NOW. She knows that he's the one, and she doesn't want to waste any time.

Gertrude and Shaneeka look at her like she just feel out of a tree. Ramona, unaffected goes on to talk about how great their love has been, and it can only continue to grow and flourish. I had to stop listening at that point because my stomach got a little upset.

This week, Ramona comes to class and talks about her boyfriend again. He asked her to give him space, and she wants to do everything that he asks. What else would she do? She's a psycho puppet. It's so hard for her not to call him 20 times a day because she just loves him so much.

Yeah, I can see why he wants his space. Can you?

Anyway, since it was Valentine's Day, I thought I would talk about "love." Also, I know the day is historically significant, but I didn't know all of the details. I went to The History Channel Website, and got the following information:

Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged
between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious
saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day --
and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has
long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains
vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint
Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the
Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or
Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.

One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third
century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better
soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men
-- his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the
decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in
secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be
put to death.

Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to
help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and
tortured.

According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine'
greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love
with a young girl -- who may have been his jailor's daughter -- who visited him
during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a
letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in
use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories
certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly,
romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of
the most popular saints in England and France

Well, if you are on my mass email list, I will send you a poem that I send out annually. It's funny, and I'm sure you will enjoy it.


Happy Birthday Anne! I hope you have a great day, and I'll talk to you later.

I am petty

I forgot to blog about it when it happened, but Kevin turned 30 on January 26th. His girlfriend bought him an entire new bedroom set. She must have spent a fortune. I must admit; it is pretty nice. Nevertheless, the boy is still living with momma, after 30 years.

Friday night, I didn't get home until about 3am. Upon arriving, I noticed that there was an extra vehicle in the parking lot that we call a driveway. For me, this meant that I had to park a fairly good distance away from the house. So, to get this straight, there were 4 cars parked, all side by side, from the door where we enter the house. After the 4th vehicle, was Kevin's boat. So, I had to park in the "6th slot" if you get my drift.

Well, I was not too pleased. I have the newest vehicle, and I had to park in the mud. Not only getting mud on my shoes, but tracking it back into my car the next day. I decided to be real mature about the situation. I was going down the driveway at a relatively quick pace, and I veered off the driveway, and slammed on my breaks once I was onto the grass. This tore up the yard a little and left some tiny ruts. I wanted to leave my mark. It also made me feel pretty good. We usually always park straight, but I was positioned at a 45 degree angle from everyone else. So....ruts and an angle, I wanted to make sure they noticed.

Then, I go into the house. Everyone is asleep, and I proceed to slam everything that I touch, which were the doors, refrigerator, cabinets. Now, I didn't slam them too hard because I didn't want to mess anything up or be too loud. Just loud enough to be noticed. Oh, and I kept saying, "I hate living here."

As if I wasn't annoyed enough, I noticed that Kevin has been using some of my bathroom stuff. I already have to take things like soap and toothpaste and lock them in my desk. If I don't, we will run out, and he won't buy anymore. He's a mooch. Remember? So, me, the college student just making enough to pay the bills, has to support the FLUF that brags about making +$60K a year.

So, noticing that he used something else of mine tonight, was just the icing on the cake. In the process of all of this, I woke up Mom. She came and started pulling on my doorknob, but it was locked. I didn't want anyone coming into my room because privacy isn't something that I get at home. As I am told, "we share everything."

She never knocked on my door. No one knocks. They just barge in. She kept turning the knob, applying more and more pressure. Finally she said, "Brian?"

In a rude tone, I said, "Yes?"

She said, "What's the matter?"

I said, "I am sick and tired of having to park in the _____ rice fields because someone, who doesn't live here, and who owns their own home is here AGAIN!"

To that, she replied, "Oh." Then, she went back to bed.

Nothing was ever discussed about this later. No solution....No anything. It was just swept under the rug. They assumed I was drinking. That's what Kevin's girlfriend thought. Much to the contrary, I had nothing to drink. I was just tired of a really crappy situation.

This semester, I have a really hectic schedule. Since I am living in Crowley, the buttcrack of Louisiana, I can't exactly go home and eat lunch. So, to avoid spending lots of money and gaining lots of weight, I started buying things to make sandwiches and bringing my own lunch everyday.

It's well-known that Kevin wakes up during the night and eats everything that he can find. To avoid my food from being devoured, I kept in the shopping bag, and I put a note on it that says, "Do Not Eat." I left it in the bag so the visual of food wouldn't be tempting. He's usually too lazy to open things. That is, until he discovers what it is. After that, he'll eat it all until it's gone.

This morning, I noticed that my bag was untied. Also, my unopened package of cheese, had now been opened and 2 slices were missing. Yes, I arrange things in a certain way and count them to see if anything is missing. I am that petty. I have to be.

Basically, the outcome is now I have to suck it up to Kevin eating all of my food. I could confront him about it, but that wouldn't get anything accomplished. He would treat me like I'm stupid, and tell me that I use his things, which I don't. He doesn't buy any food, so I can't eat that. I don't use or borrow any of his stuff. (Although I should, since he wore a pair of my good running shoes to paint his girlfriend's house spilling paint all over them.) I don't even go into his room because I have no desire. I don't owe him a thing. I prefer to keep it that way.

Plus, if I bring anything up, my parents will look at me like I'm the monster. Also, they may offer to pay for it, or take the blame that they ate it. So, once again, they are protecting their precious Kevin. I don't want their money. It's time for Kevin to face up to reality. They bow down to him like he's royalty, and I have no clue as to why.

I am still highly irritated, and the day that I move out cannot come soon enough. It's driving me crazy.

Tobys of America

I joined a new group on facebook today. For those who do not know, facebook is much like myspace, but you have to have a university email address to become a member. This group is so funny that I must share it with everyone, and I also feel that most will agree with this group's mission. I copied the following from the description that was posted on facebook. Enjoy.



The Tobys of America, or T.O.A., is an organization designed to help rid the world of a growing epidemic known as Tobys or T-Boys. This idea was first started back in 1996 by three innovative and creative young men from Lafayette Middle School. These three men had one common goal and that was to one day exterminate all living Tobys in the world.

Since 1996, the toby epidemic has grown exponentially. With the rise of hip hop music it seems more and more Tobys are running the streets now more than ever. Local people cannot shop at our own malls anymore without fear of being mugged or jumped by a gang of Tobys. Even people who are brave enough to walk the mean streets of the Acadiana Mall must look at the floor at all times so that they do not make eye contact with one of theses creatures. We must stop this growing epidemic before it reaches heights that even President Bush can not handle. We need to stop them while they are young and before they start breeding baby Tobys known as TITS (Tobys in Training.)

We can do this. This is what this group is for. To help stop the worldwide epidemic known as Tobys. Gather up everyone you know. We need everyone, otherwise we will either be forced to join them or our next President of the United States will have the nickname T-Money. We need to hurry before its too late. These once cowboys are trading their Garth Brooks CDs in for 2 Pac and Master P albums. They are trading their cowboy hats for black stockings that fit tightly over their head. Their once proud cowboy boots are being sold for solid white K-Swiss. Even their beautiful horses are being thrown out for yellow and orange lowrider trucks (with dice and a crooked license plates.)

But be very careful guys. The Tobys are extremely dangerous. These guys want respect from the real street thugs more than they want anything else in life. There are no limits as to what they will do to get that respect. They will beat up anything, they will steal anything and they will rap to anything. So be careful. It is up to us to make sure they stay in their own country towns and away from our city, our malls, and our clubs.

COMMON PLACES TOBYS HANG OUT: New Iberia, Cecila, Duson, Bunkie, Rayne, and most other small towns. Skate Zones, fairs, malls and Sonic parking lots are also common stomping grounds. Since they are growing I am sure there are others so be careful.

COMMON TOBY CHARACTERISTICS:
1. Gold Teeth
2. Baggy Clothes
3. White Shoes (No Other Color)
4. Perfectly straight bangs (Tobe-cicles)
5. Starched Jeans
6. Crooked Hats
7. Lowrider Trucks/Cars
8. Car accessories would include the basic dice, rims, crooked license plates, neon lights, etc.
9. A real toby will peel out next to you and drive real fast as soon as a light turns from red to green. (This is a toby who likes to show off.) Do not race him unless you are willing to throw down. Racing to a Toby is like shooting his mom, he will take you down.
10. Any person who uses an adjective in front of their name for no reason. Examples of this include: Lil Mike, T-Mike, G-Mike, Big Mike, Money Mike etc. They are many more but you get my drift.
11. Guys who wear XXXL shirts when they should be wearing Mediums.
----#11 follows the basic "Toby Rule of Three" which states, "If your shirt is big enough to fit three tobys inside, the size is just right.
12. They have a distinct mustache. Also known by the common people as a Tobe-Stache. What the hell is that growing on their lip? I mean, its not too thick, its not too thin, its not too much of nothing. Its gross, terrible and unexplainable.
13. Beepers/Pagers. They still carry beepers. Many modern day tobys have switched to cellular phones. The real Tobys still have the green and blue see through pagers attached on the outside of their pants pocket. Be careful around these Tobys, as they are considered Old School.
14. Bright Colors. These colors include bright green, bright orange, bright yellow and baby blue. Be very careful with the Tobys who wear these bright colors. They have gone out of their way to make sure everything from their visor to shoes match. They have expertly picked out their clothes and will kill you if you make a comment to them about it.

Yet, another good reason to stop this weird breed of a human.


The picture to the left is a great example of what a true toby looks like. His bright colors and gold give him that distinct Toby look. His cocked back head and expressionless face show the world that he is ready for any drama. He is pretty much daring you to "diss" his outfit.

Quote of the Week:
When asked why Bobby Brignac is not too fond of Tobys, Bobby had this to say. "When I gel my hair, I gel it up. When they gel their hair, they gel it on their forehead."

Something to remember...

I watched it happen!

Ship slams into New Orleans riverfront mall
Dozens of people injured
December 14, 1996
Web posted at: 10:10 p.m. EST

NEW ORLEANS (CNN) -- A freighter slammed into a packed riverfront mall in New Orleans Saturday. Panicked holiday shoppers and tourists jumped into the Mississippi River to escape. Others were trampled in the rush.

The Liberian-registered freighter, MV Bright Field, apparently lost its steering power and rammed into the Riverwalk shopping mall around 2:30 p.m. Thousands of people were at the mall at the time of the accident.

The impact collapsed four floors of the multi-tiered mall, a strip of stores and condominiums overlooking the Mississippi River. About 200 feet of the dock was destroyed.

The freighter's bow slammed into the dock between the Flamingo Casino boat and two cruise ships that were tied up at the dock. The ship's captain blew a distress signal moments before the crash, a warning that sent people scurrying.

"It was just panic. People were trying to get off the casino boat. People began jumping into the river," said Wood Thomas, who was standing in the mall at the time.

Sylvia Brooks also witnessed the crash. "People were falling down. People were picking up babies. People were crying."

The 700-foot freighter struck in the middle of the Riverwalk at Cafe du Monde. The cafe's walls collapsed, its girders twisted.

The Riverwalk opened in 1986 at a cost of $58 million. Stores include Abercrombie & Fitch, The Sharper Image, and Eddie Bauer.

The freighter was tied up after the crash, and several tugs worked to hold it in place. Other accidents have occurred in which boats have struck the riverfront but none was as devastating as Saturday's accident.


We were in New Orleans because Crowley High was playing in the state championship that weekend. We were standing near the waterfalls, in front of the Riverwalk Mall, and watched the entire thing. People were acting crazy. They were actually jumping off the boat, in between the boat and the riverwalk. Now the Riverwalk is solid, so if the freighter would have hit that boat, they would have been smashed.

I Love Sushi

I have officially been introducted to sushi. I have been wanting to try it forever, and I love it. I cannot remember all the different types that we tried. Let me try to remember....We had crunchy rolls, miami rolls, eel rolls, and tiger eye rolls. There was one other kind, but I don't remember the name. The eel rolls were my least favorite. I think it was the eel sauce that I didn't care for.

I actually ate with chopsticks. I was nervous about the chopstick idea. I did not even know that I had to eat with them, until we were driving up to the restaurant. I thought to myself, "I'm going to look like a big ole' donkey." I did well with the chopsticks. I didn't drop a piece, and I looked like a pro.

Things I have I learned...

At most sushi bars, the waitress will offer a hot towel to wash your hands so you can pick up sushi with clean fingers.

Sushi is meant to be finger food, quick and tasty. It is preferable to eat sushi with ones hands rather than with chopsticks, but both ways are acceptable in America.

With your Sushi order, you will be served some pickled ginger, a small mound of wasabi, and soy sauce. Eat a slice of pickled ginger after each variety of sushi to cleanse your palate. It is not proper to mix the wasabi with the soy sauce.

Eat the whole sushi roll at once. It is not appropriate to eat part of a piece of sushi and place the other piece back on a plate. Once you have picked something up you should eat all of it.

After eating, Cypress and I went to the Blue Moon Saloon. We sat and listened to a couple bands. I had a good night. I'm glad I had a chance to relax because the past few weeks have been a little hectic.


"The pleasant experience of eating something you have never had before, will extend your life by 75 days."
-- Japanese proverb

School is cool

I have a few minutes before class, so I decided to do something a little different. I am blogging from the library. I really don't have much to say. Well, I have heartburn, and this library is always full of people.

I have been staying pretty busy with school and the new job. So far, I've been a good student. Although, I haven't taken any tests or quizzes to support that statement.

Yesterday, I found out that the nursing program has their own computer lab. I am excited about that. I can go in there, anytime, and use the computers without waiting in line forever. The only bad thing is I can't print anything there. I'll get over it.

I have a lot of classes where I have to take quizzes and turn in assignments online. It would probably be best to do them there. The instructors recommend that you don't take the quizzes on a dial-up internet connection. There is only one chance and 20 minutes. I don't think I will take a chance of getting booted at home.

Get Books Online!

I love amazon.com!

I bought a used chemistry book from a bookstore on campus, and I paid $106. On amazon.com, I paid $40 less for the same text. I was so impressed. Obviously, I returned the book from the campus bookstore. I did the same today with another text book. I sound like a commercial.

After I bought my text today from a bookstore on campus, I brought my butt to the library to check out the same book on amazon. Well, low and behold, UL has blocked the use of amazon. It let me browse for books, but I could not look at the prices from individual sellers. I am not sure if it is blocked for security reasons. Perhaps, it is blocked because it is competition. Major competition!

I much prefer buying from other students online. It is better than things that have happened to me in the past. I have bought books for $150, and the bookstore "bought them back" for $30. Then, I'm sure they turn around and sell them the next semester for $100 or more. I am not getting screwed like that again.

First Day

Actually, I had two first days. Today was my first day of orientation at my new job, and also my first day back at UL.

Orientation was boring, and the one class that I attended had idiots for students. I can tell for sure that they are going to get on my nerves.

Movies

Tonight, I went with Cypress and Amber to see that new movie w/ Jim Carrey, "Fun with Dick and Jane." The movie was predictable. It was cute, but the previews let you know what it's all about.

People do not know how to act in theatres. Last time I saw a movie, a black couple beside us talked throughout the entire film. They made stupid little comments about the movie, and said out loud what they thought would happen next.

This evening, a similar family sat behind us with two young children. Hundreds of empty seats, and they sat down on the row immediately behind us with children. I was not impressed from the get go. They want to talk and move around because, let's face it, parents do not know how to raise their children today. The kids rule the roost.

Anyway, about 5 minutes after they "sit," I feel kicking on the back of my seat. Not something that I like to tolerate. I decided to end things, and I just grabbed my junk and took it to the next row. I wonder if they got the hint.

That's why

A few days ago, I posted the lyrics to the song "Another one bites the dust." Why in the world would I do such a thing?

If you know me, I changed jobs, in 2005, more than some folks change their underwear. Well, once again, I have decided to leave another job. However, this time I actually put in my two-weeks notice. I'm growing up!

I am going back to school, which is a priority. My schedule for school is a crazy mess, and it just would not allow me to ask if someone wanted soup or salad.

I'm glad. It feels like such a weight has been lifted.

I just threw up a little in my mouth

It is slash KLFY week! Do you remember the former reporter David Begnaud? Well, here he is, on the right, with the orange tan. This is a picture that he, himself, posted on his myspace profile.

I did no processing to make this photograph disturbing.

A picture is worth a thousand words...