"Put it back in your pants!"

I have realized that this is going to be said a lot more from now on. I love my boy. But really I get tired of seeing his wiener. Penis whatever YOU call it. I call it a wiener. I think because it's fun to say. Oh and this was just said "put your butt on mom!"
I am thinking that our roles her might start getting reversed. I have gone to work the past four days and Jesse has not...This has lead me to say when I walk in the door "where's mah beer!?" ha!
Today was an actual work day, well half day, I spent the first half "training" on the computers. And then the rest of the day was learning from another associate. It was fun. And then she left me. I had to work on a  busy register by myself. I made it, but my back didn't. I am OUT OF SHAPE! My core muscles are in a bad way. I hope to one day get them into some sort of working condition but for now I'm REALLY worried about tomorrow when I have to do this for 7 hours. I don't know if I will make it. I'm honestly not trying to be a wuss or anything but listen:
I haven't worked or done ANYTHING outside my home in over 3 years. I also haven't done any sort of "stand up all day, run around" work for over 5 years. So this is a big change for me. I'm going to try and not exaggerate and I think this is why I'm not a very good blogger. Because I tend to not stretch my truth too much. It might sound like an exaggeration but when I say that my body hurts from my neck to my toe joints, I am not kidding around. I am more out of shape then any other fat person. I got sweaty from scanning and bagging items. I don't know how fast I was going compared to other beginners but I thought I was going at a decent rate. I didn't have people tapping their feet or looking at their watches in exasperation. Sooo I think my first half day at work was good. I will say that I do like being in "retail" I put that in quotes because it's not like other retail stores. I do like being around people, I have to say this, because before I've said that I don't like to work with people. But you know what I don't like?
I don't like bitches in offices. I don't like catty bored women who start shit in office settings and make a hostile work environment for others. I never EVER want to work in an office setting again. I will work the rest of my life at Wal-Mart if I have to, to avoid an office setting. Even at my last job where I really liked everyone and all the people were really cool, there was office drama. And I was even a target at one time. And I don't like that shit. I will get my Medical Transcription done, but I will not work in an office, I will work at home from the comfort of my very own office/closet and not have to deal with other people fucking with me.
I'm sorry for that angryness. I had to get it out. I'm a little mad about a situation that my sister is in. And that's all I'll say about it.
Oh you know what else makes me mad? $32.00 for 200 text messages. I went over my 400 texts last month and it added that much to my bill. Did you know that it only costs 1/20 of a cent for those texts to get sent?? And they charge $.15, well T-Mobile does, a text?! That's re-donkulous.

Oh and this is what happens when I have no idea what to write about. You should be used to it by now. And now I'm done, I'm getting off the computer and resting my shoulders and back. And possibly sqeezing my fat body into our tiny bathtub.

The Only Blogger that Didn't Post about Halloween

That's right.
I honestly don't have much to talk about so I don't really know why I'm posting. It's kinda like my twitter today. "I've got nothin'. Just tweeting because I like to annoy"
So lets see...
I am not a huge fan of Halloween. I never liked going trick-or-treating as a kid because I hated going door-to-door for anything. I was a terrible Girl Scout because of this too. I don't like knocking, or cold calling or selling of anything. I also had a hard time dressing up for some reason. Except for Wonder Woman but that was because I thought I was Wonder Woman.
Thankfully this didn't leak onto Oscar who LOVES trick-or-treating. And seemed to always want to get into people's houses. Oh it was a lot of fun saying "NO! You can't go in!" The nice thing is that we went with the old neighbors and the boys were really good at introducing him to every person they met.
OH MY GOD I CAN'T DO THIS!
I don't really know what I want to blog about but it's not Halloween. I really want to blog about things that annoy me like the way my boyfriend eats. Or people that say the word Hubby. I hate that word. That is my number one reason that I'm never getting married because I know for sure that someone will ask me "how's your hubby" and I will have to punch them in the face.
I also would like to say that Ghost Hunting shows really annoy me. Especially Ghost Adventures. I want to yell at the guy to just "Shut up already!" And if I were a ghost I would scratch at him too. It doesn't quiet him down though. They even made fun of him on The Soup. Which was hilarious, and not so much of a stretch.
I also hate that my Mozilla has this "Getting started button right above the tabs for my other pages so every so often when I try to go back to my first tab I hit the "Getting Started" button and it takes my page to something else. I hate that.

Okay I think I'm calmed down enough to continue on. Or go in another direction.

Switching Directions NOW.

I the other week got tired of our situation with money and got tired of Jesse not wanting to tell me how much his paycheck was and a whole bunch of other things that were bugging me about him and said money situation. I went on line and while on the phone with a friend applied to work at the dreaded Wal-Mart because well there's no where else here that I could think of that would hire me quickly. So they called me in for an interview and well I pretty much kicked ass and took names. So today they're checking my "references" which consists of two people. One of my best friends and a former co-worker/friend. My friend called and said they asked her "Does she have violent tendencies?" and I said "You better have lied because I'll cut you!" hahahaaaa. And so you're pretty much reading a blog by a person who's soon to be employed by the devil.
This might manifest into a blog about my awesome working experience. And oh my mother has high hopes. She is of the mind that I will be owning my own Wal-Mart soon. I had to break it to her that this is a temporary stop gap to help with our finances until I can get a job transcribing.
Or I could be running my own Wal-Mart one day....

Learning from other Blogs

I'm learning as I go here. Well I've been "blogging" for a little while. Almost four years I think. I know that's not as long as some out there, but long for me. But mostly it's just been a journal for me and some family members. Anyway as time has gone on and I have found other blogs I am amazed at how juvenile my blog is. How terrible my pictures are. Now this is not me fishing for complements, this is just my brain. I'm giving you a peek...ha...well see my brain always compares me to everyone else around me. And for some reason my brain always has me coming up short. It's just the way it is. I've never been number one. I tried working on this with my counselor but apparently I was "fixed" because I stopped crying at every session. Ahhh how the brain likes to trick me. Anyway, I'm finding new blogs here and there and most of them I like. You can look to your left and see a good list of blogs that I read and like a lot. I have found some new one just recently that have been around for YEARS but they're new to me.
What I have noticed is that I am poor. I can't afford to get my own website. I can't afford an awesome camera to take pictures. I can't afford to have photo shop on my computer to fix those pictures. So here I am, just typing. And hoping that someone out there is reading.
Something else that I have found is that you can tell who likes who. There is a big sense of the "cool" crowd and the "rebel" or as we called them in high school "the stoner" group. I liked all groups. I flitted around and didn't really care. The stoners were okay with me, and the preppy kids liked me too I guess. Anyway point being I found one blog and I don't know if I want to be specific or not but MAN! I could instantly tell what blogs "they" followed, without looking at "their" blog roll. I knew right away just from the pictures, because they looked oddly photoshoppy familiar. And I thought to myself...hmmmm...how do they do that with their pictures?? No I answered myself pretty quickly with the photoshop answer.
It makes me wonder, because I have been on both sides of the fence with these "groups" even though I'm what is known as a "lurker" and probaby a "stinkin new kid" but... There are some blogs that I like and some I don't. There are blogs that I no longer follow because well one because the woman was always talking about how fat she was when in her pictures she looked a size two...dude. I don't care about fat skinny whatever. Don't tell me some kid asked you if you're pregnant when you're a size two. That didn't happen. And if it did, if that kid ever saw me he'd think "man! are you two people?!" Another for a host of reasons none of which I will get into because I don't want to appear to be a uhm well attention whore, because when you mention said blogger that's what people accuse you of, that or "jealous." Which I am...definitely jealous, because if I lived where she did I would be close to one of my very best friends/roommate. And if I were her I would have lots of money, which as I have and will mention A LOT I don't have a lot of money.
moving on!
I like blogs that you can have conversations with people. I would like this to go that route eventually. I like topic starters and like to have lots of contributions from people. In essence I like banter. I don't like when the person who wrote the blog writes then never says anything else till the next blog. I think you should occasionally comment back. I think in my last post that I had to, because once people started commenting I kept saying "OH I remember another name that I hate!" And wanted to add more to my post.
I don't understand "give-away blogs" at all. I mean really? You give shit away? That's never going to happen on this blog. I don't have the money. (Another day another post)
People talk about going to conventions like blogging is the new Amway. I will probably never understand it. Will I get to see my favorite bloggers in person? Probably never. Although I have found a blogger with the same last name as mine. Which is amazing to me. What is sad is that I commented and pointed that out and I got nothing. Gave me a flash back to high school and pointing out to someone I was playing basketball against that she had the same shoes as me, and she didn't respond so I knocked her to the ground as much as possible during the game...but I digress. Seriously if someone EVER comes to my blog saying "I have the same last name/first name/middle name whatever to me I will definitely respond. Most likely by saying STOP STEALING MY IDENTITY! Because it's a crappy identity. And then I will kindly ask them to clean up my credit for me.
Okay so point of this post is that I like that there are millions of blogs out there because there are enough to love and not love. Follow and not follow. Make fun of and copy.
If you blog...do it for the reasons that you want. And if you read mine, please be gentile. I've already beat myself up enough. Oh and if you wanna be mean well it better be for good reasons. Like I made fun of your grandmother or something. Or I will start a page just for mean comments about me. And not make any money off of it. Because google kicked me off of ad sense.

My TV Guilt

I have shows that I like to watch, that no one else does. I'm not just talking the people that I live with, but family and friends.
1. The Hills: I never watched the Laguna Beach, I got sucked into The Hills I think last year, after I made fun of a cousin for watching it. I think it was karma or something. Anyway I have to watch it, and I even record to watch it all by myself. There's something soothing and hypnotic about really dumb rich people. That said, I can't stand Real House Wives shows. I know, isn't that weird? I even feel bad for the main girls sometimes and yell at the TV. "YOU NEED A FRIEND LIKE ME!" I would probably get in fights all the time. I hate Spenser and Heidi with a passion. And I don't think Heidi ever watches the show because if she did she's dumber then I thought because anyone watching the show can tell that Spenser is a sociopath and quite possibly a murderer, I'm not sure. And the flesh colored facial hair...DON'T GET ME STARTED! Ugh, and Audrina with her stupid boyfriend/but says he's not her boyfriend Justin/Bobby. First off, dude seriously, how did you ever let people start calling you that. And second. You're a douche bag. Audrina might be vapid and a bit of a cardboard cut out but you sir, need to jump off a cliff. Oh and Kristin Cavaliari...Okay not a good switch from L.C. What a vulture/bitch! I call her a vulture and I would probably say it to her face, if I were drunk enough, because she just goes after guys that all her "friends" just dumped. Seriously? I wonder why they're ex's in the first place? Oh but she knows what she wants. She wants the leftovers. Oh yeah!

2. Naughty Kitchen with Chef Blythe: Holy crap, the woman's voice drives me nuts, but I can't stop watching. It's, I don't even know what it is, but it's awesomeness. Everything is naughty, and I love it! And the "door whores" are hilariously stupid. And I love that she actually says that as she walks away. "I feel dumber after talking to them." Dude. I want to meet her. She just seems like someone I would hang with. I just think it's hilarious that she's always talking "naughty" about everything and she sounds like a sorority girl who's smoked too many cigs and sucked too many dicks.

3. Real World vs. Road Rules Challenges: All of them. I don't watch The Real World by itself, and I don't think Road Rules is even on anymore. But the Challenges. Oh hells yeah I watch them. Those I make Jesse watch. This season is awesome. Some girl popped her implants belly flopping into the ocean. If that's not awesome I don't know what is. I've missed one or two this season, but not to worry, they show them all again and again and again on MTV. At this very moment I'm on MTV.com to see what exactly happened with Shauvon's boobs. I'm worried! That's the worst crying I've ever seen! Ohh I love highlights.

4. Hoarders: Only because sometimes I feel like I could be that out of control...but then I couldn't stand the smell.

5. Intervention: I think I just like watching other people in pain. Is that wrong? Yeah probably. But I like to hope for them that they triumph. Honestly I do. I watch every one of them with the hope that the people will get better. And seriously after how many years this has been on you think that these addicts would get a little wiser to the game..."Hmmm video cameras following me about my addiction...nooo they couldn't be intervention!"

6. A Haunting, Paranormal State: I used to watch Ghost Hunters but it's lame now because the only thing they catch is spiders really. Everything else happens off camera, and in the end they don't do anything for the haunted. I like P.S. because they help the people and they believe them that they are actually haunted. And a Haunting is just pure re-enactment gold. I like Halloween time for TV if only for the real life ghost stories. I'm not too keen on horror movies, but if it's a true ghost story I'm game. I'm still in awe that my neighbor can see ghosts. I keep wanting to go to haunted housees with her.

My Kid is Soo Not Smarter Then Yours

***Notice:***
 This post contains the word Retard. If the word Retard offends you quit reading now. I don't honestly think my kid is retarded, I'm being sarcastic. And if I truly felt something was "wrong" with him, I wouldn't use the word Retard.

Okay here we go:

I have the opposite feeling of most moms. Even though I'm sure in some ways Oscar is very smart, I have this feeling that he might be retarded or something. Every other blog that I read that has a three year old in it, they seem to be able to speak complete sentences and in perfect English. Where as my son, I get "bobbuddyday" for Bob The Builder and "jum jum" for "Jungle Junction." And today I read a blog where someone's three year old told her a dream he had the night before! WHA?! He told you there were spiders in his dream?! Oscar can't even tell me why he fell out of bed, just that "hurt, arm broke" (It's not really broken, just that when ever he gets hurt somethings broke or bloody to him)
So I don't think you'll ever catch me saying "my kid is such a genius!" it will more likely be "what? well my kid can drive faster then yours!" "okay not really, your kid is way better then mine."
Okay so while writing this we had a potty training break through! I heard Oscar say to himself. "Oh! I have to pee." and he went in the bathroom all by himself and peed. OMG I HAVE THE SMARTEST KID ALIVE!!!!!!
And then, he pooped his pants. AGAIN. Ahh two steps forward...and giant leaps back.

I am sooo done with people

I'm over people. Really I'm so mad at the people on my facebook except for a precious few that I want to start all over with a psudonym. I don't think politics has any place on facebook. People as a whole do not know enough about politics to involve themselves in a well thought out disscusion about it and shouldn't start on a networking site. I know enough about politics to know that I know JACK SHIT. I know this though, that when the committee that selects the Nobel Peace Prize selects someone they DESERVE IT! No matter what you think. I'm so pissed off about this that I'm shaking. And I don't know why I'm so deeply offended by people on that stupid site that I am shaking. I just am. I want to kick the shit out of something. And there is a dog in the room at the moment...please if you think I'm serious come take him away from us, we can't have him anyway.
Fuck people. I'm so freaking done with it. I don't know if this is because I've been reading new blogs that are all open to how you really feel about people. But my emotions have snowballed into a gigantic hate ball. I have found what my friend and I have deemed "the seedy underbelly of blogging" and I don't like it. I had no idea that this was all out there but it is. There are blogging confrences that only a select few can go to...or if you have the money. Or something. And who knew that blogging was SOOO IMPORTANT. That they have to have confrences.
I am so freaking angry. I need to get away from the computer. But I really have no where to go. For the next few days I think I'm going to stay away from Facebook and away from blogs. I need to clear my head and maybe do some actual work.

Changing Names

On facebook all the married people have a choice to put their maiden names on along with their married names so people who knew them "before" can find them easier. Leslie and I were discussing this and I felt left out, because I'm not married. I should be, but I don't want to, I have a blog about this some where around here, find it. Anyway so today I'm confusing the crap out of people and probably annoying some by putting my name on face book as my first name then my last name...twice. ITS HILARIOUS. But only to myself and Leslie, because we're freaking dorks.
I have a problem with the whole taking his last name when we finally do get married because I'm insanely attached to my last name. Since 6th grade I was only called by my last name so it essentially was my first name. So now that I'm 30 I've had this last name and I really REALLY like it. I don't really care for Jesse's last name, it just doesn't suit me, so I don't even think I would like to hyphenate it. Plus I don't really like when people hyphenate their last names, it just seems pretentious. Maybe not as bad as not even taking your husbands last name, but why do I have to? Do I? I mean does it really hurt me in the long run just to keep my last name? Come on how much longer would I have? Would it matter? I don't see us getting married in the next 5 years, so I'd be over 35 by then, and then how long would I last past then? Whats the point in changing it? Unless we win the lottery and can fly all, and I mean ALL of our family and friends to a huge wedding in Vegas, I don't think we'll be getting married soon. It is after all MY day right? And what I want is a big fancy to do at the Luxor hotel complete with an Egyptian themed wedding, down to the dress, which would mean I need to lose 100lbs, (I'm not even kidding). Plus I want all my friends from school to be there, and I want ALL my family to be there...which would cost everyone a pretty penny. Then there would be the honeymoon where we would go to Africa. Yes this is the dream. I can't see myself having a wedding at this point anyway. We're dirt poor, and I'm fat. I will not have my wedding pictures with me in them, looking the way I do. No offence to other women who have gotten married when they're heavy but I am not a cute fat girl. I look horrid fat. Other women look wonderful "overweight" I am not one of them. I HATE looking at pictures of me, I hate looking in the mirror, not that I liked it much before when I wasn't fat, but its worse now. Yet I have no motivation to change my appearance. Sure I put in a couple attempts here and there, but I have never made any bold moves to change my weight.
Ugh when did I de-rail??
This was supposed to be light and airy about changing my stinking screen name on facebook. And look where it went. I need to get back in to see a counselor, seriously. I'm losing it.
I watched Oprah the other day because my favorite Mariah Carey was on, and I cried, scratch that, I bawled. Yeah, and then there's this commercial for a cell phone on lately that had a little girl looking for her dog, and a college kid helps by sending the picture via phone to everyone he knows and low and behold! He finds the dog and as soon as the girl sees the dog, I swear to God I tear up instantly. Crazyness.

Okay so I said in my last post that I would blog about my nephew...and I will, I know you're waiting with bated breath...keep holding!

Convoluted Jiggle Bellies

Leslie always acuses her husband of going after "giggle bellies" (women with a big gut obviously). He said something the other day about working at JC Penny, and Leslie asked if he was going to work in the lengerie department so he can take a woman's bra off in 5 minutes. And he said "no I want to work in the plus sizes." "why so you can chase around the giggle bellies??" and then she made groping gestures with her hands. She's been going to the gym lately and working with a trainer, she talked to her mom today and her lovely mom says "I just hope your going for you and not some other reason..." Like she was going because her husband hates her and will not love her until she's 110lbs. Then her mom continues and says "Well its not like you'll ever be super skinny." Awesome, I wish I had a mom like hers! I would have a way more interesting blog.

Today on the phone we talked about my boobs, and how they're saggy and when I was in the garage looking in the freezer they froze to the floor, well my nipples did anyway...and Jesse came in to help and I swung around and they sliced at him like light sabers. This was all her talking by the way, I am not this funny...then after she says this crap about my boobs being light sabers she says "well talk to you later!"

Leslie and I hadn't seen eachother in 5 years or so and we talked about meeting up in Portland to go to the zoo with the families. While we were planning this we were asking ourselves "what are we going to do when we see eachother?" "will we scream like 13 year old girls?" "No we will run up to eachother and our fat bodies will knock together and we will be thrown to the ground where we will just roll around for a while because we're too fat to get off the ground." Neither of us take our weight very seriously, this must be a problem.

I ate way too much today, it was like I was starving all day. I must be pregnant. If I'm pregnant I will change the title of my blog to PREGO RANDA PANTS! No I won't I'll have to brain storm with Leslie to figure out a very snappy title for ANOTHER blog about someone being pregnant and all the joys that come with it. But it won't be joyus, I will write all about my puking and my heartburn, and how I can't sleep and how I can't eat, and then I will tell an uncensored version of the delivery and how I hemoraged afterward and had some doctor in my hoo-haa up to his elbows to clean out all the clots. (This happend the last time I was stupid enough to have a baby). Hopefully if I do end up pregnant I will loose 20 lbs during the pregnancy again. That will get me down to 200lbs...and then this time I vow to keep it off.

I must not be pregnant, there's something else going on, it must be stress that I'm not paying attention to that is making me hungry. The stress that Jesse went to work for a whole four hours today, and still hasn't heard anything about his unemployment coming through. Or the stress that I for some reason can't even be considered by a head shop as an aplicible canditate. I would sell the shit out of glass "smoking pipes" I would! Then I would have fodder for this fledgling blog. Am I talking out of my range here? I feel like I'm talking way above myself today for some reason. Maybe its the frozen fingers and boobs.

I just got done reading "Wicked," I think it took maybe a day and a half. I LOVED IT! I never liked The Wizard of Oz, never...so to see it written this way was wonderful for me. I liked the whole story of the Witch's life and her view on what happened. I liked her version much better then Dorothy's. I never liked Dorothy or her silly little dog.
So now I'm on to "A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius" which is to me, if I could write a book is pretty much how I would sound. So I love it. I also started "The Time Travelers Wife" and "The Angel of Darkness" Yes I start several books so I can go back and forth when I get tired of reading one, just incase I get tired. I started with The Angel of Darkness, but then I got AHWSG and had to start that one, but then I got Wicked back from my aunt and started that one at her house on Sunday and finished it last night. But now I'm totally engrossed with AHWSG so I will probably get done with it by tomorrow. I'll have to update my "book list."

I really should put more thought into this whole blog thing and maybe get a little more organized and add pictures and spend hours a day getting the whole thing ready and then unveil it to the world for all to see and enjoy. Ugh so much work though!

"Homo Loving Commie"

I honestly don't have much to write, I'm dying of the plague and this might be my last post... Okay I'm being dramatic.

My friend Leslie hates Twilight. I told her I saw a Twilight shirt in the mall and I was going to send it to her, she said she would wear it to the gym. I said people would ask her who her favorite character is and she would say "the vampire? what are you talking about? I thought this shirt was about night time." And then she would say she hates Twilight but she loves Harry Potter and that she's an awesome wizard. And anytime anyone says something about Twilight she's going to say a Harry Potter spell. But pronounce it wrong. "Alhoa amora!" "Ahora Magora!"
This was just an excerpt of our phone conversations. I'm sure the FBI loved it. They love our talks about our cat terrorists. I'm sure we're being recorded by the FBI because one day we said Terrorist over 40 times in one conversation, just to get their attention. Then they're forced to listen to our everyday banter about Harry Potter and making porn.
Our idea's on the phone range from talks of t-shirts:
"Its like gay porn but with a vagina"
"That's what she said" (which I was very sad to see was already on a shirt being sold at JC Penny)
The it shifts to things like ohh our cats being terrorists, Leslie's cat Arlowe is the leader and my sister's cat is a go to kinda cat because she gets to leave the house. They somehow get messages back and forth to each other by a very complex system of cat hair on coats. Leslie swears that she's seen Arlowe in a turban at one point in time. Tinkerbell as I am told her name is...has been spotted on the phone several times no doubt plotting their next move.
Then we get into talking about our crazy dreams which could fill an entire blog by itself. I honestly should just start my own little spin off "dream blog" which would just be my dreams from the night before. Yes I remember almost all of my dreams. And they are in color and mostly like movies. I'm not a real believer in my dreams telling me anything because they usually don't make any sense at all. Or their too real to even be trying to tell me anything. My dreams are always half lit too, like the lighting is off, so in the day time I have to have lights on or else I think I'm stuck in a dream and it kinda freaks me out. I have dreams where I was dreaming in a dream and had to wake myself up in the dream and then wake up from that dream. Or sometimes I figure out that I'm dreaming and I change things in my dream to go the way I want it to go.
Our newest talk has been about how Republicans love babies and guns and hate "the gays." And we've decided that they are soon to develop a baby cannon so they can eradicate "the gays" with babies. I know it sounds counter intuitive but most of the Republican ideals are. OHH! BURN!

I spend a lot of time looking on Craigslist at the postings in the Political section to get a good laugh in now and then. Usually there is stuff from a paranoid schizophrenic about being "gang-stalked" I have yet to google this word hmm maybe I will now!
"Gang stalking is a psychological harassment that can completely destroy a persons life, while leaving little or no evidence of the perpetrators." This definition come from gang stalking world.com. I'm a little scared to click on the link because I think its a slippery slope. I'll see if Wikipedia has anything more...
And they don't. They just have information on Stalking. Lame.

Sometimes when I say something I want to quote lines from movies. I've been doing this since high school. I tend to think that I'm rather witty when I do it because I chose the exact moment to use the line. I don't just spit out phrases. My brother has a friend who does this and its annoying, he talks completely in movie quotes but usually they have nothing at all to do with the situation. He just says them. When I first heard him do this I thought to myself "do I sound this dumb?!" I can't! And then I was listening to a radio morning show and the female on the show said that why men talk in movie quotes is because they can't think any original thoughts. And that threw me because 1. I am not a man. and 2. I swear I have original thoughts!! My best showing of using phrases from movies was once when I was with my mom and one of her friends they sent me in somewhere real quick to grab something and I turned and said "If I'm not back in 5 minutes...Just wait longer!" (Ace Ventura Pet Detective). It was a crowning achievement for me, they laughed hysterically. My other friend at school and I would have to quote the name of the movie after we said a line at times because people wouldn't know what we were talking about. My friend Leslie and I can quote the entire movie of Tommy Boy. I once did a scene from the movie at dinner in front of several people. At the urgent request of my friend, and because there were dinner rolls available.

Well this turned out to be quite interesting. I was going to write the story behind the main title to show that it just didn't come out of nowhere, but now I'm tired, and I need to take some sudafed and go to bed. Jesse actually has work tomorrow which means I actually have to hang out with my boy child. Ugh. Yeah I liked that he works because we need money but it was really nice to have someone else here to change diapers.