Hit Me, Baby, One More Time
Mood:  rushed
Now Playing: The Music Man- Sadder, But Wiser Girl

This title was something that came to me last night (or a few nights ago, whatever). It was just a couple of other things that are going on, and I forgot to put them in the previous entry.

Ashley is PREGNANT!!! She has just thrown away the rest of her twenties. This sucks so much, the one person that I actually don’t mind going out with (especially since she lives so far away and only comes home once or twice a year) is now going to be saddled down with a kid. I know I’m being selfish, but goddamn it, this isn’t fair. Now, more than EVER, I guess I need to find a new friend.

Another thing about Ashley, she was the only friend I had that read the Harry Potter books. Speaking of which, the seventh and last book is due to come out on Saturday. I’m really excited, yet kind of sad about it. I mean, on one hand we’ll finally have all the answers; on the other hand, it’s over. There will be nothing Harry Potter related to really eagerly await. Sure there are the films, but since you’ve read the book, you already know what’s going to happen. Some guy got his book TODAY! He is so lucky. Why didn't that happen to me? I wouldn’t even go on the Internet and spoil people. Okay, maybe a bit, but nothing major.

I cannot wait for Saturday; it’s taking forever to get here. I’m totally going to shut my phone off (at least put it on vibrate), close my door, and not do anything but try to visually inhale that book. Like the major dork I am, I downloaded and printed this list of like 101 statements that you have to select “True” or “False” about what will happen in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I’m going to try to start it tomorrow and finish it by Friday.

In non-dork related chat, TRAINING CAMP STARTS NEXT MONDAY!!! Ah, finally, football season is returning. And the love may be all around once again. Ben has been training harder than ever, I believe he’s been in the film room studying and hopefully seeing where he can improve his mechanics. He was known (thought) to be a bit of a slacker and gets bitten by the lazy bug (who doesn’t). We see where that got us 8-8, and one more win and we could have gone back to the playoffs. Ben better be ready to drop jaws this season, I’ve been talking him up quite a bit, mostly on Yahoo Answers. I know he doesn’t want to use the excuses of the accident, appendicitis, and a second concussion four months after the accident, but they account whether he wants to admit it or not. The thing is you have all of these bitter, hating morons that say he’s totally overrated. Whatever. You know who’s overrated? Vince Young. While I quite like him, it’s just not fair some of the praise he’s received. He’s being put up on a pedestal while Ben is just a product of the system.

All of these things I love can’t come soon enough, but we all know it’s all about “antici—pation.”

No photos this time, I have envelopes to print.

I’m phasing.

It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over
Mood:  cheeky
Now Playing: Lenny Kravitz- It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over

Here we are still together
We are one
So much time wasted
Playing games with love

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
But baby It ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
To keep our love alive
But baby it ain't over 'til it's over

How many times
Did we give up
But we always worked things out
And all my doubts and fears
Kept me wondering, yeah
If I'd always, always be in love

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
But baby It ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
And kept our love alive
'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
Baby It ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
And kept our love alive
'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
Baby It ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
And kept our love alive
'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over
Over, over, over.

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
But baby It ain't over 'til it's over
So many years we've tried
To kept our love alive
'Cause baby it ain't over 'til it's over
Over, over, over

So many tears I've cried
So much pain inside
Baby It ain't over 'til it's over

Okay, so maybe I jumped the gun a little. It's probably from just not seeing him for so long, but I have come to realize that I still might fancy Mr. Roethlisberger, slightly. It happened the other day when I was watching ESPNEWS; I was minding my own business when all of a sudden Ben popped up. He was on the red carpet at the ESPY Awards, ESPN's really stupid award show. I mean, why would I watch if you tell me who wins ahead of time. Except last year when the Steelers won in most of the categories. Then Ben's appearance was supposed to be a surprise, but ESPN doesn't even try to keep it a secret, they gave it away on Sports Center or Cold Pizza I can't remember which one. Any road, he looks better than ever, and the title of the song (as well as this entry) that's playing is SO APPROPRIATE! Because, baby it ain't over 'til it's over! That's why I've been feeling so guilty about supposedly falling out of love (lust?) with him; I wasn't out of it yet.

So where does that leave me with Jack Davenport? Well, I still think he's really gorgeous, but I only really have him as Admiral James Norrington in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. Maybe I'll post photos of both of them, even though I've made my choice. Ah, this still sucks for him; it seems he never gets the girl.

I'm so glad that party is over, it was insane. I feel so sad for my step-dad, NOBODY from his family showed up for his party. Just saying "SHAME" just isn't bad enough, because that was really cruddy.

My brother didn't get on my nerves that badly this time. I think he was happier to be up here then when we go down there. I completely understand, because down there sucks.  His ex-girlfriend on the other hand is something else. She said that I need to come back to Alabama and stay for like a month. Yeah right, I'd be ready to go in about 2 days; just enough time for me to sleep of the jet-lag and be ready to head home. My mother was ready to kill her, because she's a total idiot. My nephew is a spoiled brat and they don't discipline him AT ALL! As soon as they got here, he kept running up and down the stairs, and they didn't yell at him to stop! Finally he fell down and hurt his pride more than his face and he wised up. Then, at the party, he ran around the whole time and I just wanted to beat him so bad. After the party, some how I pulled a muscle in my back, but I knew that I still had to drag them to the zoo. The next morning we had a breakfast held at a buffet place for us and some of the party attendants. My nephew, that bad little boy didn't eat anything. Now I understand that some people have picky eating habits, but this child has basically TOLD his parents he doesn't eat anything but specific frozen chicken nuggets (but he'll eat like McDonald's or Burger King's) and specific frozen pizza rolls (but he'll eat like two slices of plain Papa John's pizza). So they're up there BRIBING him to eat something by getting him M&M's, gummy bears, and a Rice Krispie Treat. Meanwhile, my cousin Stephanie's (who had 5 boys and is about 95 pounds soaking wet, yeah I'm jelly) youngest son (like 15 months old) was punishing his mother's omelet. Stephanie got up to do something, and he pulled it over to himself and just attacked it. It was hilarious! Then my brother's ex-girlfriend pointed out to her son that a baby was eating an omelet and they were bribing him with junk that any kid would kill to eat for breakfast. My mother wanted to kill her. My mum told her it was her (brother's ex-girlfriend) fault that he was like that. Then she (my brother's ex-girlfriend) tried to defend herself by saying that it wasn't her fault and he'd had his tonsils taken out (like over a year ago). I had to pat my mother on the hand and say that Golden Corral wasn't the appropriate place for this conversation. It was quite nice to see my mother angry with someone that wasn't me or my step-dad for a change.

Now where my back comes into play is that my nephew was being really evil that morning, I threatened him that I didn't have to take him to the zoo and I would be just as happy to go home and take a nap. Then my brother's ex-girlfriend said that I couldn't do that because they had promised him the trip and he had been looking forward to it. He is four years old, about to be five. It's high time he learned that you don't always get what you want in life and that everything has a consequence. Also his mother talks incessantly and never shuts up. Other than her talking and being at the mercy of someone barely out of diapers, she would be all right. I mean, she likes all that 80s music that I like, but I couldn't stay with them for a month; I'd pull my hair out.

Now for my nephew, the thing is he's a total sweetheart, and he's not really mean, he's just spoiled and NOBODY disciplines him back where he lives. He got worse when my brother's ex-girlfriend moved out of their apartment and back in with her parents. I don't know too much about her father, but her mother let him get away with everything. I mean, at the party, he had something (I can't remember if it was a cup or a noisemaker) and when he was done with it he just threw it on the ground. I told him off real quick. He did the same thing at our house and his mother said something like this isn't our dirty house and you just can't throw stuff on the ground. Now I know when a person doesn't have children, they say all this stuff they will and won't do, but I would at least try to instill some decency and common manners in my children. My parents think one summer with us will straighten him out. And it probably would, the only problem is he has to go home where he'll tell them what he won't damn do and if he stayed with us once a year (like every summer or something) we'd have to keep de-programming him until he caught on that he could act one way with us and one way with his parents and maternal grandparents. He would because he's not stupid; he'd catch on within a couple of years.

It was sad when my brother left, he cried because he missed up here so much. We all deduced after they left that if it weren't for his son, he would have stayed and he'd be crashing on our couch at this moment. The reason I keep doing the "ex-girlfriend" thing with the line through "ex" is because technically she is his ex-girlfriend (they broke up when she moved out), but she kept expecting my brother to ask her to move back in. HA! But she's a conniving little thing, she used their son to say stuff like "I miss my room", and she kept leaving little stuff when she'd bring my nephew over there, and eventually she never went back to her parents house. So she's really not his girlfriend again. I have no idea why she's pressed over him, but whatever. I know he's my brother, but he's not the most stand-up guy on earth, dating wise, he's actually a decent father; except his son doesn't listen to him.

WAR TONY STEWART! He got his first win (finally) of the season, the USG Sheetrock 400 in Chicago. It also didn't hurt that Jimmie Johnson hit a wall with 45 laps to go, while he was in second place behind Tony! It was a good day!

Well, I've got to get going, Elliot comes back tomorrow morning after being off since July 3^rd. He should be in a chipper mood seeing as our favorite driver won the race and our least favorite hit a wall. But before I go...

WAR TONY STEWART!!!

Jack is still so sexy!

The other title I had for this entry was the Beatle's Hello, Goodbye. Hello, hello. I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello. Dammit, he's still sexy!

I'm phasing.

How Can There Be Any
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: YouTube

I still fancy Jack Davenport. What can I say; he’s so sexy and has the most gorgeous green eyes. Yet, for some reason, I still feel incredibly guilty about not fancying Ben anymore. I don’t know why. It is the strangest thing, though. I look at all those pictures that drove me crazy for almost four years, and nothing. It’s just like looking at some guy. It feels like the My Chemical Romance song I Don’t Love You and the lyrics that go: “When you go, would you even turn (have the guts) to say I don’t love you like I loved you yesterday?” It’s so sad. But I haven’t really seen anything from Ben on TV, so, like I said last time, the REAL test is in August, or when training camp starts. Which I’ve just realized is in a few weeks!

I got a new computer, the jury’s still out, as it does weird stuff that I can’t control, but it beats looking at the wall.

Man, I can’t wait until Friday. That’s the day of my step-dad’s surprise birthday party. While I am excited, I’m more anxious to get it over with more than anything. It’s so hard to keep it a surprise and hide all the decorations and stuff. The only thing I’m disappointed in is the turn out from his family. The thing is we TOLD these people in JANUARY that we were having this. They are acting like we JUST sprung it on them a couple weeks ago. Now two of his sisters have legitimate excuses, but the rest of them? SHAME!!! Especially his brother that lives up here; they were the first people to get an invitation, and they were due back by May 15. So why did it show up on, like, May 30. That is two weeks past the deadline. But they live like 20-30 minutes away (traffic gets really bad in that area, especially in the evenings going their direction), it is just so pathetic. His children are BARELY making it up here, my mother is paying for their hotel stay, but their aunts are trying to get together some gas money. Still, we have a lot of people attending, around the 70 mark, including the caterer and DJ. I can’t help think that with all the money my parents have spent, not only could we have gone on holiday; we could have gone out the country. Maybe we could try England, perhaps?

My brother is coming up on the 4^th and he and his family are staying with us; {sarcasm}this should be fun{/sarcasm}. I just looked up the entry from when I went to Alabama, and it is stated that “{My brother} was cool for like a day and a half, then he became the biggest bitch in the world.” He gets really fussy when our mother doesn’t pay attention to him. What are some of the few good things about this time around? I’ll be at home, so if he pisses me off, I can yell at him to not touch my new computer, I can go in MY room, turn on my stereo/TV/DVD/VCR and be alone, and they’ll only be here for like 4 days/4 nights (arrive late Wednesday afternoon and leave Sunday)! We will be so tired from doing the party and he’ll be so tired from traveling, HOPEFULLY (knocks on wood) he won’t have his PMS mood swings as he is so wont to do. My mother also informed me that I have to take his ex-girlfriend and my nephew to the zoo on one of those days. {sarcasm}Oh joy, oh rapture.{/sarcasm} If all my step-dad’s cousins, nephews, and nieces were coming, I was supposed to take them to Lucky Strike. Why my mother would want to get me kicked out of my favorite place because of those country ass people, I’ll never know. She must secretly hate me. But I’m going to the zoo because my brother’s ex-girlfriend tried to go to some zoo in Florida, and it costs $75 to get in. OMG! The zoo is supposed to be FREE!!! That or for $75, that better be the best damn zoo, EVER!!! Like all their merchandise is free or something, and they feed you, and let you touch the docile animals that won’t rip your arm off. And you get the hot zookeepers phone numbers. I mean, when I went to the zoo 5 years ago with Patrick, we just walked on in and did our thing. You might have to pay if their doing some special event with those lame, dirty ass pandas or something, but the zoo is usually no cost. In fact, my mother HATES zoos because when she was younger, that’s all they could do was go there because it was free (and not segregated).

Other than cleaning the house for our pending guests, the only thing I’ve been doing is haunting the IMDB message boards, listening to music from You Tube, and collecting photos of Jack (natch). I’ve gotten over my addiction to Yahoo Answers because I get so sick of answering the SAME question over and over again. It’s always “Who’s better: New England Quarterback or Peyton Manning?” “Who do you think will win Super Bowl XLII?” “Who is your favorite team/player?” It just gets really old after you’ve answered them 800 times. When I’m on IMDB, I’m mostly talking about Commodore/Admiral James Norrington (♥). On You Tube, I’m usually listening to songs from musicals, such as Skid Row (Downtown) from Little Shop of Horrors and EVERY song from The Music Man (my favorite “old is new” movie). I can’t get enough, I’ve even gone back and revamped my old You Tube playlist. Some songs get deleted because of copyright infringement or something really lame like that. And lovely Jack Davenport has a website, with a similar set up like Ben’s, which I can nick photos from. Some of them are so flipping hot, too. Like the one where he has the cigarette in his mouth with the red background; so very sexy.

 

 

I know, it’s not the best looking photo of him, but check out those eyes. They kind of make me weak.

One of the bad things about this new computer is that it doesn’t have a Floppy Disc drive, so I can’t even upload all the photos of Ben, but now I don’t even know if I should continue putting up Ben photos or only Jack photos. I feel so confused and guilty. Will this feeling EVER go away?

I’m phasing.

Oh, Dear. We Are In Trouble...
Mood:  amorous
The title says it all. It has happened, and I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. I may be falling out of love with a certain quarterback, maybe not though. I’m probably going to see the Steelers in August again, and we’ll have to see what comes of that, but this isn’t good. First of all, Ben is a lying bastard, because he totally has a girlfriend. The scary thing is, I don’t really care. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still a Steelers’ fan, and love my Black & Gold (not the Saints, their stupid, BANDWAGON fans are getting on my nerves), but I’m not getting the heart beats faster thing about Ben anymore like I used to. Ironically, it comes when I finally find a website that has like a thousand photos of him, and I might not have a need for it anymore. Another strange thing is that this is what I wanted; I’ve just realized that today is the one-year anniversary of the incident that happened last year. I said that I didn’t want to hear from him at all until training camp. The old “no news is good news” cliche is what I was going on. Only now, I’ve found something (someone) else to fill the void. And it’s getting bad, real bad.

I now have to tell what, or should I say, who happened. It all starts on the day that Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End came out in theaters. Me, being obsessed and a little miffed that I missed Spider-Man 3’s initial release, I ran out to see it that day. I caught like the 12:30 showing. Mini review: It was better than the second one, but nothing tops the first. I didn’t like the way they treated the whole Tia Dalma/Calypso release, and they scene with Jack Sparrow in Davy Jones’ locker with all his hallucinations ran WAY too long. Then there were the deaths, OMG, there were so many and a few of them were just too sad for words. The three saddest, in order of increasing sadness, were the boy at the beginning (the East India Company were hanging all the people they thought were pirates, or were being sympathetic towards pirates, or broke any of the laws and freedoms they had taken away for the time being such as freedom to assembly, stuff like that) who I thought was going to escape and he started singing the beautiful, yet haunting song that was like a call to arms for all pirates. The next terrible death was Gov. Swann, Elizabeth’s father. It was so sad, the EIC just killed him quietly because he asked too many questions and they felt he was no longer valuable to them. When Elizabeth was escaping from Davy Jones’ locker, she saw her father in a little rowboat and it meant that he was dead, and it was just a gut-wrenching scene to watch. But, the absolute worst death was that of Admiral James Norrington. Dude, you have no idea how much it pissed me off. Especially since he died saving Elizabeth, and “Bootstrap” Bill harpoons him. It was just messed up. Elizabeth thought that since he’d given his loyalties to the EIC, he had something to do with her father’s death, but he had no idea. Norrington did say he had nothing to do with her father's death, but it does not absolve him of his other sins. Then when he was breaking her and the Chinese pirates out of the brig, Elizabeth tries to get Norrington to come with them. He says he will, but she knows he’s lying, and then he says one of the sweetest lines to her, “Our fates were always intertwined, Elizabeth, but never joined.” Then, when she’s leaving the ship, a deranged Bootstrap discovers they’re escaping. To save Elizabeth, because she started to climb back when she sees they’ve been found out, Norrington cuts her escape line so she can’t come back to him. Davy Jones saw that the Admiral was dying, then asks if he fears death. Norrington defiantly stabs him with his sword, and Jones says “I’ll take that as a no. Nice sword.” Then James Norrington dies, and I was really sad. He died at the moment of his redemption, and his was the only really interesting character that just didn’t get enough screen time. And ever since seeing the third one, I’ve done little but watch the first two and I really noticed how much Norrington loved Elizabeth. In the first one he lets her go to be with Will, then in the second one when they meet back up, when their on the island that Davy Jones kept the chest, when Will shows back up, you can totally see the hurt and disappointment on Norrington’s face.

If you haven’t gotten it yet, I believe I now fancy the man who portrays James Norrington in all these movies, one Mr. Jack Davenport. It is getting so bad, when I watch the first two Pirates movies, I only watch his parts or I’ll put the first one in and listen to the audio commentary with him and Keira Knightley, which I watched ages ago and was surprised at how funny both of them were.

I feel a bit guilty, I’ll get over it though, I always do. It’s just that this time, going on four years, I thought it would last a bit longer. Don’t be shocked if Ben gets engaged or something after this upcoming season.

Nothing lasts forever, even cold, November rain.

Son of a bitch, this is that "Superman" photo I had been trying to upload FOREVER! Is this thing trying to tell me that ALL I had to do was rename it? Whatever.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

The messy hair is so cute.

I'm phasing.

About Four Days Worth of Whining
Mood:  down
Now Playing: My Chemical Romance- I Don't Love You
Lost is so goddamn AWESOME!!! It had me totally dumbfounded. At the end of the episode, my jaw was on the ground! I just can’t believe it, it truly is the best show EVER!!! I will be so lost (no pun intended, really) when it ends for the season. Ben (I know, of all the male names, why that one, right?) is nuts, at first you felt sorry for him because his dad was a total dick to him and blamed him for his mother dying. True, it’s not unheard of that when a mother dies in childbirth, sometimes the father will actually hold a grudge against the kid, instead of being thankful that the baby didn’t die as well; but who the hell takes their SEVEN-MONTH PREGNANT WIFE HIKING?! That was more his fault that his wife went into premature labor then Ben’s. But when you see that Ben was responsible for the deaths of all the Dharma people, AND that he shot Locke, you get over feeling bad for him. We also found out his father was Roger, which was the skeleton Hurley, Jin, and Charlie found in that VW van, and that made me LOL. OMG, if Locke is really dead, I will seriously consider not watching this show anymore, until next season. The whole Jacob thing was so creepy, I’m not sure what to think of it. Next Wednesday is going to be so good. I’m so happy the season finale is two hours long.

I bought the My Chemical Romance CD last week, and I really like it. I actually gave the entire disc a listen and to my pleasant surprise I ended up LOVING some of the songs. Besides the singles like the title track Welcome to the Black Parade, Famous Last Words and their new single, that I haven’t heard on the radio yet, but it’s in the music library in On Demand I Don’t Love You (which is beautiful), I like the first two tracks, which is really one song split in two The End/Dead, Teenagers, and the hidden track Blood. The only thing I don’t like about Blood is that the first 90 seconds of the song is complete silence, very inappropriate. But I can usually just listen to the whole thing without interruption.

The big news in NASCAR is that Dale Earnhardt, Jr. is leaving DEI. It’s not surprising, but then again it makes you wonder how will there be a Dale Earnhardt, Inc. without a Dale Earnhardt? While I would love to see him come to Joe Gibbs Racing, I see him going to Richard Childress Racing. Just as long as he does not go to Hendrick, that would seriously blow me. The only thing is that lots of people are saying that Jr. will totally go to RCR and race in the #3, but I’ve always said that he wouldn’t do that. He’s already his father’s namesake, why would he want more pressure to be in that car? It would just put more expectancy on his shoulders to win or drive as well as his father. That’s one hell of a shadow he’s in already, and Jr. doesn’t need that. He’s even come out and said, a couple of times, that his father is what made that number what it is. Too bad the teams own the numbers, he’s awesome with the #8.

God, it’s Saturday, May 12, and I started this thing on Wednesday night, but I didn’t really have anything to flesh it out. I’m waiting for the race to start. It’s been rain delayed, again, but this time they swore they are going racing on a Saturday night. The same thing happened last weekend when they came to Richmond, but they had to wait until last Sunday to race. They really can’t do it tomorrow since it’s Mother’s Day and all (ugh) and they usually don’t race on that day. This week they’re in Darlington, South Carolina. With all this bleeding rain on the east coast, I’m thinking they should move the night races to the Central Time Zone.

I totally nailed it in my March 12th entry. I finally got 7 days worth of television, this being the last week because at least two of my shows (Ugly Bettyand Law & Order) have their season finales this week. But what I kind of got right is that it’s been a couple of frustrating weeks for me, even right now I think my mother is upset (if you notice the pattern, she gets like this right before we have to give her stuff: birthdays, tomorrow, Christmas; what’s that all about?), maybe not at me, but she and my step-dad were having a loud conversation earlier and the only things I caught was something like “what’s done is done” and “I’m gone.” I don’t get it either. Earlier, they kind of got on my nerves when they wanted information about Cold Stone (which is like the Krispy Kreme of ice cream/milkshakes). They wanted to know what time it opened tomorrow. So I checked the website and it said, “store hours unavailable.” I go and tell them that, then they tell me to call, and I really hate doing stuff like that, I don’t like phones at all, which past entries have shown. Then I asked what time they planned on going, and they get an attitude and say, “just call.” Tch. So they open at 11, and she points to him. WTF? I guess my point and attitude were about that we’re supposed to go to church with my grandparents tomorrow (which is going to be torture enough), and the service they attend doesn’t start until around 11, and is going to end somewhere around 1. Man this is going to suck. If anything, they should have made me ask what time it closes (hey, I work with what I was given, I know I should have asked, but that’s not what they wanted). Unless we’re going to blow off church, I don’t see what the point of that is. I also hate the way my step-dad barges in my room and asks trivial things like this like it is life or death. Furseriously, he opened my door and says, “HAVE YOU HEARD OF SOMETHING LIKE ‘STONES COLD’?! He can knock and he can use a civilized voice when asking questions. This was just today, but he does it when like when he wants to buy her some clothes, he’ll come in and ask (yell) about what size she wears, or what she wants on her hot dogs/hamburgers, stuff like that. She yo-yos on the sizes, but they’ve been married for 10 years, he should KNOW what condiments she likes on her foods by now.

Oh, NOW it’s raining here. Like I said, it’s raining in South Carolina, and it’s raining in Philadelphia (I was made to watch the end of the Phillies/Cubs game, and it was rain delayed as well, then it started raining in the 9th inning.), now it’s raining here, we must be getting it from the north since we’re closer to Philadelphia then Darlington.

Tch, now they’re showing Cops. I wouldn’t mind if they raced tomorrow, but now I’m not sure if I’d be home, so I prefer it to be tonight. This really sucks!

Uh, in Steelers news, our disgruntled guard, Alan Faneca, wants to be gone after this season. He wants a contract that some of the other O-linesmen are getting (this one dude got $49 mil/7 years for the Vikings, I believe). The only thing is that he’s becoming a pain in the ass. This is the same guy who bitched about Russ Grimm or Ken Whisenhut not getting the head coach job. He also said that he wasn’t happy about blocking for some “kid {quarterback} out of college” in the 2004 season. Hey Alan, how did that work out? Some guy on the Steelers message board said to make him play this season, franchise him next season, then trade him to the Raiders. Ouch! Even though he made that comment about Ben, I’ve been okay with Alan, but if he wants to go, then just let him go. We can’t cut him, because that will be a huge cap hit; most people said they should have traded him before, if not on, draft day (by the by, Brady Quinn fell to the 22nd pick, only because the Browns traded up to get him, I hope he has a miserable career there and look forward to kicking his ass twice a season), so we could have gotten something for him. This will be an interesting season to say the least.

I really hate New England. I hope their acquisition that is Randy Moss is the proverbial straw that will break the camel’s back. Knowing my luck, not so much. Why can’t this team just go a way?!

They just cut in and said that the race will be tomorrow at 1. Jesus Christ, Goddamn it! This really sucks so badly. The only thing is that they probably still have to do all that pre-race stuff, and that usually takes up about 45 minutes to an hour, so I could still make it; unless Cold Stone gets put into play. Tch. I know this sounds horrible, but I wish that tomorrow weren’t Mother’s Day. It’s just really inconvenient this year.

All right, I guess now I have to take a shower or something to kill some time before Vicar of Dibley comes on, but before I go…

I want to fly in this plane, that thing is too awesome for words.

If I can get $36,000 at this moment, I can have Ben’s Denali (Herc not included). LOL, I don’t want the car (I can’t drive, so what would I do with it?), I’d settle for the driver. Why is he looking like that?

I’m phasing.

P.S. I know that there are times when I say I’ll post stuff up here at a later date, but never get around to it, usually more interesting stuff happens and the entry is very long-winded at that point. Unfortunately, I probably won’t ever post drunken photos of myself because I NEVER received them (it’s May already, for Christ’s sake), and since there is such drama between Ashley/Phil/and his girlfriend, I’m not going to ask. I only liked them when I was drunk anyway, sober, probably not so much.

I know this is totally random, but...
Mood:  irritated
I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK ABOUT GODDAMN AMERICAN IDOL!!! IT'S A KARAOKE CONTEST! I'm never going to buy these albums, and neither is she. And this time next year, she'll barely remember or give a goddamn about any of these people.

Sorry, I had to get it off my chest. I understand that she's been orally violated at the dentist's office, and she had to sit in traffic for 2 1/2 hours, but if you're short with someone and expect them to do shit for you, you need to fuck off. Or apologize and come correct.

I'm phasing and totally pissed off.

P.S. Our throwback uniforms, they're going to have white pants with them. I'm not too sure about that...

I Don't Know Where I'm Going, I Barely Know Where I've Been
Mood:  not sure
This is going to be a weird entry. I've wanted to update many times before, but my computer finally kicked the bucket. It'll turn on, but the desktop page looks all weird (safe-mode) and the cursor for the mouse won't show up, and you can't do much without that. Currently I'm on my mother's laptop, it's pretty cool, except it's an Apple (Mac), and some of the stuff is weird, but it can do WAY more stuff than that big P.O.S. ever could. The good news is that soon we'll HAVE to get a new computer because this laptop is property of the school county she works for, plus computers nowadays are only around $350-$400. That's not too shabby.

Some weeks ago, I hated my mother because she was a total hag. She said something that basically had me contemplating suicide, but I don't want to get too much into that. She's stressed because she's throwing my step-dad a 60th birthday party (surprise for now), and she keeps letting all the little things get to her. First it was the guest list, half the people she wanted to invite, and she didn't have their addresses. Not my fault that every time she gets a new address book, she won't fill it in. She spends every weekend in bed, then on Sunday night she wonder where the time has gone. (WTF?) Now, my step-dad's sister-in-law (we've known her and her husband (step-dad's brother) longer than my step-dad) is graduating from college or ministry school (something I don't care that much about) and she booked the same hall for her reception as we did my step-dad’s party, and that has sent her over the edge. Yes, my aunt sweats my mother, she always wants to be in charge, but my mother needs to let it go. She now wants to take my step-dad on some lunch cruise (the same one I went to for my prom) on the same day, just so they can be busy. I don’t know why my mother wants to be petty just because my aunt is. I see a lot of Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet, LOL) in my mother. She thinks she’s better than she really is; wants to set the standard or an example for everyone else, but hates it when someone copies her. I guess you could say that about tons of people, myself included, but the difference is I don’t let that get to me. Everyone knows you booked the place first, and then they’ll know she’s unoriginal. It all comes out in the end.

The NFL Draft is tomorrow, and I can’t wait for it to be over with. I was going to attempt to watch it, but all the coverage it has been getting since before last season’s playoffs began, I’m sick of it already. That being said, neither of the two top quarterbacks really impress me, but I hate Brady Quinn more out of both of them. He’s so annoying, and he’s been on every sports network/show whining about how nobody loves him as much as JaMarcus Russell. He must have missed when his team inflated their wins by beating three service academies, North Carolina (2-9), Stanford (1-10), wow, that is a crucial schedule, then get straight gob smacked when they play a decent school (USC, Michigan). I’m not sure where I want him to go. Most people are saying Detroit or Cleveland, if he doesn’t drop the lower half of the top-10. Wherever he can have the most miserable career, I’m all for that. And both of those places I mentioned are pretty miserable, neither team has played in the Super Bowl.

There is something disturbingly wrong with me. Once again, the Steelers are coming to play the Redskins during the preseason, one week before my birthday; the strange thing is that I don’t want to go. I have no idea why, but I just don’t want to. I still love them, I still adore Ben, but for some reason, I just don’t have that urge to go, that thirst I needed quenched hasn’t occurred this time around. What’s wrong with me? It can’t be that rumor about Ben being engaged, I just heard that this past week. The schedule came out April 10, which was five days later than they originally promised. Bad form NFL. I can’t believe that was a little more than two weeks ago, it seems like the schedule’s been out for ages. If Ben was engaged, I don’t think I’d be too bad. Jealous as hell, yeah, whoever that lucky slag was, but I wouldn’t try to jump off that bridge that girl mentioned when she found out Troy was married. That was hilarious. I don’t even go to his message board (or the asylum, as I call it). I thought I was bad, those girls are absolute loonies. Plus, I don’t like when I see screen names like “mrs. bigben", “benismine”. It just rubs me the wrong way.

Lost (bestshowever) has been so flippin’ amazing lately. And, I heard that they are going to do the 24 thing and have it premiere in January 2008. While it would be torture waiting on next season, it will be so awesome to have all the episodes without interruption. Lots of people jumped off because of last season, but I stuck with it. Even Elliot said he wanted to get back into it because his wife said it was getting so good. I can’t wait for next week; Locke comes back and tries to get Sawyer to kill his dad. Most people think the reason Locke wants Sawyer to do it, is because Locke’s dad is the original Sawyer, and I’m inclined to agree. I didn’t mention that after every episode, I jump on the message boards; I’m such a dork. It’s just that Lost is so, so, SO very good.

That Eddie Izzard show, The Riches is pretty good. Some episodes are better than ever, but hopefully it gets a really fair shot and comes back for a second season. Eddie is kind of hot in it. I was surprised because I’d ever only seen him with his makeup on. Either way, I would totally snog him. Sometimes when I watch the show, I wish that he would at least have his eye shadow on; he has really pale eyes, and the eye shadow brings them out.

NASCAR is just screwing Tony Stewart. He’s seventh in the points standing, but he’s had at least 2 victories taken away from him by mysterious cautions. The one during last week’s race was a bit dodgy, but the one where he lost to Jimmie Johnson (how I loathe him, it’s bordering on New England quarterback hate) was just wrong. Jimmie Johnson’s crew chief said over the radio that Jimmie would need a caution pit stop in X amount of laps, and it freaking happened. Not because of a crash, but for some “debris.” Similarly, last week, they had like 7 cautions for the whole race, and only one of them was a crash, the rest were debris. The weird thing was the commentators said “we’ll show it to you, if we can find it.” What does that mean? You should be able to find it, someone thought they saw something, right? Or is it mystery debris. I’m looking forward to Smoke just kicking all kinds of ass, and hopefully he captures a 3rd Championship. And I am so sick of all these bloody Hendrick cars winning.

I kind of miss Ashley, but of course she has not left without a bunch of drama. Turns out, Phil was cheating on her. Hold up, I specifically remember her banging a couple of dudes while she was in England a few years ago. She says she still “loves” Phil. Whatever.

Lisa called me a few weeks ago and said that sometime next year, she wanted to move out, get a place with Rem and Luna. She and Luna invited me. When they asked me this, it was right after my mother was being a hag, so I was leaning towards yes. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, I’m going the other way. Even if I got a job, and saved enough, I still would rather live with people I don’t really know, it’s too much wishful thinking I could get a place by myself, than them, when I leave home. First problem is Mike. Lisa said he wasn’t moving in because of his “anger issues.” RED FLAG NUMBER ONE! Why can’t she leave him? She said he’s going to anger management, but honestly, I would think that I was too young to have a crazy ass boyfriend. Whatever, her problem not mine. If I moved in with her, then it would be my problem. Sure, he wouldn’t be living there, but he would be visiting a goddamn lot. Once a week is too much. I hated that I saw him three times in March, could you imagine if I saw him all the time, when I got home from work, when I was leaving to go somewhere, or (god forbid) he came over early and I slept in and that was one of the first things I saw? Ugh. Then it’s just some other stuff, like I’d probably share a room with Lisa. What if she can’t sleep in the cold? What if one of us snores? Plus the place would have to be near a Metro Station, or a reliable bus stop that runs on the weekends until a decent hour, since Rem is the only one with a car. It was thoughtful of them to include me, but knowing me, I hate talking on the phone with these people more than a few times a year, and really only want to go out with them about twice a year. I can’t see myself living with them for long without wanting to move out just as soon.

My favorite songs now are The Killers Read My Mind, My Chemical Romance Famous Last Words, Gym Class Heroes Cupid's Chokehold, and Three Days Grace Pain. I love those songs, I'm thinking of picking up the My Chemical Romance, The Killers, and/or Three Days Grace CD's.

Wow, this was extremely long, so I’ll be going now, a new Law & Order is on tonight. It looks pretty good, but before I go, a couple of photos.

We’re celebrating our 75th anniversary! We even get a mascot this season, I wonder if there will be a contest to name him, I don’t have any clever names. I don’t know if I like the throwback jerseys, but give it time, they might grow on me.

That picture is very Brett Favre-ish to me, it also means that Mini-Camp is here! Then there will be another one over Mother’s Day weekend, then hopefully NOTHING HAPPENS IN JUNE!!! He knows what I’m talking about, I don’t want to hear from him in June.

I'm phasing.

Just When It's 180, You 360
Mood:  chatty
Brace yourself, this is long…

It’s so weird, during last football season and the end of last year’s NASCAR season, I barely updated. Now, it’s almost weekly.

I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore. I think that anything short of getting a good job, but not leaving home, will not please my mother. No, I still don’t have a job, but the difference this time is that I’m housekeeping, and that has kept her bitching to a minimal; Thursday, however, not so much. She had some class that day, so I knew she was coming home later than usually, so maybe I should have taken a shower a bit earlier than my normal time. Any road, she calls while I’m in the shower and then asks if I could open the door for her. I said, “Yeah, all right.” Maybe I sounded like I had an attitude or something, but like I said, I was in the shower when she called, and my ring tone is a bit startling. She comes to the door and says something like you know some of us have to actually leave the house. Dude, I’m standing at the door, wet, with a towel on, and it’s like 30? outside. Whatever. I guess she’s all annoyed with me now; but what else is new? Besides, nowadays, she can’t seem to go too long without being angry at someone in the house.

Why am I so scared of reality? What is it that others have that I don’t? I have no idea, but I better find out soon; this is not a healthy (mentally and physically) household. My mother is the type of person who will tell me that I don’t need all the junk food I’ll see on television, but the next time she’s gone grocery shopping, she brings home cookies, candy, and/or ice cream because it was on SALE. WTF? The other day, when I guess she felt I was rude to her or something, she pointed out that she bought me ice cream. I told her “thank you.” What I didn’t tell her was that I put it in the basement freezer and am trying to forget it. I’m trying to do a little something to begin a healthy lifestyle. I do the stairs everyday, well, I try to. Monday and Wednesday, I just seemed to run out of time, lame excuse I know, but I like to do it when no one is home, but I’m persistent. Hopefully, I can get up to 10-15 minutes a day. I’m only doing 5 at the mo, but for me, that is the longest 5 minutes ever, but it is starting to feel a bit shorter. Must be getting used to it.

In weeks to come, I may be getting best TV schedule ever! I don’t know when the Law & Orders stop their repeats, but I’m thinking soon I will get seven straight days of something to watch. A most unprecedented feat for me.

Sunday: NASCAR NEXTEL Cup Racing
Monday: The Riches (new show with Eddie Izzard; looks promising)
Tuesday: Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Wednesday: Ugly Betty/ Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? (But they’re moving Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader? to 8:00, and I may have to start recording it, because that is Betty’s time slot)
Thursday: Mythbusters and Lost (bestshowever)
Friday: Law & Order (Monk and Psych are gone until July)
Saturday: The Vicar of Dibley (It is so inappropriately funny, that British humor)

There has to be one week where all of these are new episodes (except for Vicar, but it’ll probably still be new to me) coming up soon. I have a feeling that when this happens, it will be the worst week ever, personally that is.

*All of the above was written last Thursday, March 8, 2007. Then Friday happened.*

Friday starts out kind of strange. I was having some weird ass dream, when my mother woke me up saying that my step-dad had two doctor appointments and that I had to go with him. In some strange way, it may be better for me to go like that, because since I wasn’t expecting it, I didn’t have a horrible sleep because of anxiety. Any road, the appointments go well enough, and I come back home, a bit tired; I was entertaining the idea of going back to bed. The phone rang about 12:00; I thought it might be my mother calling to know if there was anything of importance that she should know. It was Ashley. She wanted to know what I was doing that day, blah, blah, blah. Then she said they were trying to round up the usual suspects and stuff because they wanted to go out. One more try right.

They said to meet them up in Silver Spring. Even though it took me a half-hour to get ready, I still should have waited until they said that they were on their way, because it’s almost a straight shot. And I even got off one station before I was supposed to, and I still had to wait a long time. So, Phil and Ashley finally get there, and we go to this shopping center/mall. The mall sucks because all the best stores are outside, but it did have an Irish pub; made a mental note for next Saturday. We ate Subway (meatball sub rocks my socks!), and catch up. They said that Rem and his girlfriend, Luna, and Ashley’s friend Jen would meet up with us later and that they couldn’t find Lisa, but knew that she could only come if Mike came. Here, I find out that Ashley has the same disliking of Mike as I. It was comforting to know that someone else could see that he was so annoying and that it’s not me being jealous (more on this later).

We left Silver Spring (by the by, I bought the Borat DVD while there, haven’t watched it yet, depending on how outrageous it is, you know a mini-review is coming) and headed towards downtown. It was like 5:00, and they said that Rem and Luna weren’t going to come until later, and we still needed to burn some time. We went to this place that is next to the Verizon (old MCI) Center that had a movie theater, a couple shops, and a bowling alley called Lucky Strike. They wanted to go to the movies, but I said that we should wait in the bowling alley, because what if Rem and Luna show up and we’re in the theater, or they want to see a movie and we’ve already watched it. Lucky Strike is AWESOME!!! It’s a bowling alley/bar/pool hall. It was an hour wait to get a lane, and they gave us one of those pagers that restaurants use on a busy day, and we hit the bar. Oh. My. God. That was incredible, two big flat-screen TVs, and many smaller monitors showing all the basketball games on ESPN and ESPN 2. It got me thinking about football season. Lucky Strike was just so amazing, and it was kind of weird to me, maybe not to someone who goes out a lot and has heard of this before, but after 7:00, they enforce a dress code: no hats, sweats, or work boots; and after 9:00, all those under 21 "ain’t got to go home, but they got to get the hell out of there", so the saying goes. So we sat on these couches, and ordered some drinks. We got so twisted! I hade a house drink called a “Lucky Lemonade” (it was green), cranberry juice and vodka, a Pink Lemonade (it was blood red), and two Buttery Nipples (those are so good, they taste like butterscotch). We kind of hit the alcohol fast so it didn’t have the nice, subtle effect; instead, it hit us like a tidal wave. Ashley, being the pro she is, since liquor is much harder outside of the States, took control over me and Phil. She ordered some chicken strips (which were really good, and since I was so drunk, I kept going on about them) to help sober us up enough for more alcohol imbibing. After a second order of chicken strips, Rem and Luna showed up, and no more alcohol for us because Luna didn’t have any ID. We couldn’t even go to the Platinum Club like we had originally planned, but we were only going because of Ashley’s friend Jen (who didn’t show) was 20. I can’t believe we spent over $200 on drinks (minus $18, with the chicken strips being $9 a plate)! Why the hell is that stuff so expensive?

We met up with Rem and Luna outside the movie theater, where they wanted to watch 300, but everything was selling out. The one they wanted when they finally got in line was going to start at 10:30, but I couldn’t do that because that would have put me getting home and 2:00, and even though they offered to drive me home, that is way too far from where they live, and I was actually closer to home than they were. So then we decide to wait until their movie started, then I was going to go home alone. Fortunately, for me, all the showings sold out and I wouldn’t have to be by myself. We hung out at some sub shop while Phil and I dried out. Then I asked if they would wait for my line train to come so I wouldn’t have to wait at the transfer station by myself. I got home some time after midnight, and was way too tired to take a shower, and kind of fell into bed.

I was invited to go back out on Saturday, and we went up to Arundel Mills with Rem, Luna, Lisa, and Mike (tch**). We couldn’t get a hold of Phil and Ashley for the longest. It turned out that Phil had to work and Ashley had a “family thing” that she didn’t want to elaborate on, and I totally understood. We went to see 300, but being where we were, on a Saturday, we had to buy the tickets almost 2 hours in advance. Also, everyone was starving, and we headed towards the food court and decided to go to Chili’s. While we were waiting in line, they were having some sort of sports memorabilia fair going on. The absolute longing I had when I saw all that Steelers’ stuff that I didn’t need, couldn’t afford, and yet so desperately wanted. They had EVERYTHING: key chains, earrings, necklaces (I bought all these), wallets, jerseys, cups, cards, action figures, plaques, balls, and almost anything you could think of. And the autographed stuff? Forget about it. I may have been drooling at some point that day. Chili’s was really good; too bad there aren’t any close to us. The movie was okay, I kept turning on the radio on my mobile; and I had to keep my headphones on because the sound system was hurting my ears.

After the movie, we went for one last look around before all the shops closed, it was only my second time being there BEFORE the mall closed, but we won’t re-open those wounds. I found myself in Claire’s, where I found the cutest Grumpy Bear with a black umbrella and a black and white striped scarf! I HAD to have it. We finally gathered everyone together to hit the road back home. Pretty uneventful ride, but I had to ride the train with Mike until he could transfer to the Blue line. On Mike, I will say that he was better this time. He’s still too extreme for me, but as long as we keep the situations where I have to be around him to a few and far in between, I’ll be okay. He’s Lisa’s boyfriend *cough*problem*cough*. But one thing I wish they would work on was the PDA; he was all over her like a two-size-too-small sweater. Kissing is one thing, but that was damn near foreplay. And I noticed that, maybe because I’m more at ease or something with Ashley and Phil, but I didn’t feel as out of place with them.

Still, being the odd one out sucks, but I’m just not that fussed over anyone; well anyone I’ve got a shot with.

Sunday was the first time I was home not just to sleep. We went out early to look for stuff for my mother’s birthday, which is Saturday. The way she’s acting, I say we buy her a 12-pack of Bud Light, popcorn, DVD, and piss off, because she’s been a right hag lately. Then I settled down for the race, which was weird. Las Vegas put in a new track and the drivers, Tony Stewart and Kevin Harvick the loudest, had been complaining about it. But Smoke faired well (7th place), ever since the DNF at Daytona, he’s had two top-ten finishes, and is 13th in the points standings (this year, they expanded the Chase to the top 12 drivers). That rat-bastard Jimmie Johnson won. He won at the last two Las Vegas races, and as he crossed the finish line, he radioed to his crew chief, “Can you say three-peat?” Ugh. I can’t stand him.

Today, the normalcy kicked in, and it sucks. After such an eventful weekend, I realized that’s what I want; more Friday than Saturday. For the first time, ever since I turned 21, I felt over 21 (even though the cashier at Safeway said I looked 16, but I wasn’t mad at her). I know I’m always short with my friends, their punctuality being one of the biggest things that irks me, and it may not be them I experience that with, but that’s what I want. Some friends to go out with, maybe not every weekend, but every now and then, get drunk, hang out with, and make me forget my troubles. I’ve been wondering what I’ve been missing, and when I finally found out, I want more. I felt so alive, I didn’t have a care in the world except to keep the good time going. I can see how easy it is for someone to overindulge, but moderation is the key. I can’t wait to do that again, it might be with Ashley and Phil, it might not be, but I’m ready for it, not monetarily, but the spirit is up for it.

But my reality came crashing back down, and when my mother got home, she started bitching about how I need to clean the house better, do a room a day. Tch**. She asked if I remembered what shoes I could throw away of hers (not really) and she has these artificial flowers in her bathroom that are really dusty and that I need to wash them off. They probably need to be thrown away as well. I hate knick-knacks and stuff like that, and my feelings towards them are if you are going to have them, you have to take care of them. She’s allergic to everything except water (no joke). So, in order to lessen the dust build up, we should throw all this shit away. But maybe that’s just me. Tch**.

Well, that’s enough bitching for me, I’ve got to get in the shower and see if I can cram in Borat before The Riches come on. But I’m just going to grin and bear it, I’m not going to let her destroy my happy, and on Friday night, I was HAPPY!

But to help put me in a better mood…

Bad News/Good News- Bad news: that does NOT match. Sometimes I worry about that boy and his questionable fashion choices. Good news: HELL YEAH, TUMMY SHOT!!! He shaves his chest! So, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, very HOT!!! He’s everything I could physically want in a man. I can’t say personally because I don’t know him. But in all his personal appearances (and there were a lot his birthday weekend at Disney World), he’s so politically correct; sometimes it makes me want to scream because his interviews are about as interesting as beige paint, but I’m not usually watching for any revelations from him. Then again, it leaves a bit of mystery about him.

Oh, and all of these photos are courtesy of Big Ben News. It’s an unofficial site, but it’s everything his site should be, except it doesn’t have his blog, but it’s not like he updates that much.

I’m phasing.

**Tch is that sucking your teeth noise.

P.S. Drunk photos to follow, although none of them have me in a shirt that says "Drink Like A Champion."

Quarter of a Century
Mood:  party time!
Happy Birthday 25th Ben! Enjoy Disney World! He’s down there for ESPN the Weekend. I was looking for him on Cold Pizza this morning, but he was not there. However, his fellow Steelers’ teammate and SBXL MVP Hines Ward was. He was there with Carolina Panthers’ WR Steve Smith. They looked so tired. I know Hines has a son about 4 or 5 years old and Steve has like 3 or 4 kids, I bet they’ve been getting dragged around by them at Disney World since sunup.

I can only wish Ben has a safe time, listen to the rides’ operators, and stay out of trouble. Then again, that’s my wish for his entire off-season.

Now some non-Ben related highlights:

• I was in my first car accident on Tuesday. We were on the way to my step-dad’s doctor, and we were waiting at a light and got rear-ended. That was quite an experience for me, and while I would be lying if I said that I would stop doing this, it was so embarrassing to be sitting in the car and having other cars pass us staring. On a flip note, I almost called Elliot in the Morning, but chickened out when it actually started ringing.

• Still very addicted to You Tube and Yahoo! Answers. I'm up to over ninety answers, and my latest best answer was to question "Why people hate on Roethlisberger?" I'll post it at a later date; it was really good, and long-winded. I never expect them to start out so long, but I really want to get my point across. If I had just said "jealousy", that's not enough. I'll try and post it next time.

• Lost (bestshowever) was a bit underwhelming this past Wednesday. It was a Hurley back-story, and I was quite disappointed because his are usually jolly interesting. Next week’s looks so awesome, and a little birdie told me that it is a Sayid back-story. His are usually pretty good. I think the let down from the past episode was that there was no action. All they did was restore a VW-type van. Next week Kate, Locke, Sayid, and Danielle (French Chick) are supposed to go looking for Jack, so there’s still hope.

• My new favorite show is Are You Smarter Than a Fifth Grader? The great thing is that I know a lot of the answers, but the adults on there don’t. It’s so funny to see them struggle with easy questions. The bad thing is that I wouldn’t be shocked if it’s fixed. I’ll be so disappointed if that were the case. Some people are complaining that they never learned any of the stuff by the time they were in fifth grade, but that’s actually the catch, what today’s fifth-graders are learning is what the last generation didn’t learn until late middle school, if not high school. I should know, typing my mother’s entire kindergarten lesson plans. They are learning about money and geometry. I can actually remember learning about money in the second grade, I probably knew a bit about it anyway, but I remember my teacher, Mrs. Vaughan, had these big paper cutouts of the different coins. Why that sticks out in my mind, I have no idea. As for geometry, I’m not talking about identifying just circles, squares, triangles, and rectangles. They have to know spheres, cubes, and RECTANGULAR PRISMS. WTF? I can assure you I NEVER had to know what a rectangular prism was; or at least not anywhere close to kindergarten age.

• Ashley came home yesterday, I think. I have not heard from her yet, but I have decided, that if she wants to try to get something together, I am taking no responsibility whatsoever. I’m not suggesting what we could do, where we could go, when to do it, or anything like that. I’ll let them get in touch and we’ll see what happens. A part of me said that if I go, I should show up like half-hour to an hour late. I probably couldn’t do that, but I might try.

• There’s no race on Sunday. But there’s a Busch race in Mexico, tomorrow I think. I can’t believe that the Cup Series races for two weeks and then they decide they need a week off. Whatever. I might not get totally into it, but if I need my fix, it will be there for me. It’s just that Sundays suck so much with out racing or football.

And now for a photo of the birthday boy:

What, you didn’t think I wouldn’t find it, did you? Goddamn. That picture is so inappropriately hot. {sarcasm} I especially love the fact that he went swimming with his Super Bowl ring. Nice. {/sarcasm}

Happy Birthday Ben!

I’m phasing.

Answer the Phon... Er, Question (Nothing Rhymes with Question)
Mood:  special
Okay, to recap Sunday… Smoke lost. He was leading the pack and was doing great until Kurt Busch spun him out. Oh well, maybe next year Smoke. Oh yeah, he totally finished last.

But other than that, it was awesome! It had the greatest finish EVER! Kevin Harvick won by 2 hundredths (.02) of a second over Mark Martin. But that’s not what’s so great; there was this huge wreck behind them. Now, when the wreck started, there are some people saying that the caution flag should have come out and Mark Martin should have won, but that finish would have sucked. The best part about the wreck was that the Jack Daniel’s 07 car crossed the finish line, in 18th place, UPSIDE DOWN AND ON FIRE.

No words can describe that awesomeness.

I have a new addiction. Don’t worry, it doesn’t clash with the old one of You Tube, in fact, they kind of compliment each other. My new addiction is Yahoo! Answers. You go on there and you can ask or answer a bunch of questions about any subject and you get two points for each answer. The best part? If your answer is selected the best by the asker (and maybe by vote) then you get an additional ten points! I only signed up this past Sunday after the race and already I’ve had seven best answers! I also answered over 50 questions, but considering that the asker doesn’t have to pick mine, it’s quite flattering. I’ll copy and paste my first two; they’re my favorite, askers’ stuff in italics:

First one:
Who do you think is the top 5 quarterbacks in the last five years??

1. Tom Brady......Three superbowls, two SB MVP awards nuff said.
2. Peyton Manning....Finally got one ring.
3. Donovan Mcnabb.....Not quite proven he can win the big one.
4. Carson Palmer.....If he didn't get hurt at the end of last season they might have been in the Steelers place in 06'.
5. Michael Vick.....One of the most explosive players in the NFL, of the field that's a different story.

Best Answer— Chosen by Asker
1. Peyton Manning- The man is awesome, and he finally got the hardware to go with the stats.
2. New England's Quarterback- I can't stand him, I try not to say his name, but he gets the job done and has three rings so I (begrudgingly) respect that.
3. Drew Brees- He keeps having setbacks, but has phenomenal years. The Dolphins were stupid to give him up.
4. Carson Palmer- Solid, but I heavily disagree with the statement that if he hadn't gotten hurt the Bungles would have won the Super Bowl. No way they would have gotten past the Broncos.
5. Donovan McNabb- I think he's now the "hasn't won the big one" front runner that Peyton was for so long. Love him, don't really like his team.

Honorable Mention: Ben Roethlisberger- If he stays out of oncoming traffic this off season (I was so distraught last June) and trains hard before and during training camp, he could really be one of the very best and take the Steelers back to the playoffs.

Dishonorable Mention: Michael Vick? Please, he's a running back who takes snaps. The Falcons keep a tight grip on second stringer Matt Schaub for a reason.

Cheers!

Asker’s rating: **** (out of 5)

Very complete answer and I like the fact she explains every aspect of the answers!!

And second one:
New NASCAR fan. Who should I root for and why?

This past Daytona 500 is the first race I ever watched, and I really liked it. I guess I need a favorite driver now to make it even more interesting.

Best Answer— Chosen by Asker

The driver of the #20 Home Depot Chevrolet Monte Carlo SS Tony Stewart! Why? Because he's the man. If Kurt Busch hadn't spun him out, he would have definitely finished top five if. The man is just bad a**. And watch out whoever is in front of him, because their rear-view mirrors are full of Smoke! War Tony Stewart!

Cheers!

Asker’s rating: *****

I was thinking he would be the man to pick and when you warred him and said cheers, that settled it. Thanks

It’s so great to get that notice in your inbox that one of your answers was chosen.

I wish things on the home front were as simple. Why is it that when someone wants something done, they get all panicky, and stop making sense? Today, when my step-dad came home, he asked me if I wanted to go to the store today or tomorrow. I said tomorrow, because nobody told me anything about going to the grocery store. Then he said that we had to go tonight because he had stuff to do tomorrow and I wouldn’t get up early enough tomorrow to go. Okay… whatever. Then he asks if my mother was awake, and I told him that I didn’t know. He storms up the stairs, and I was asking him if he had a list or something to know what we were getting at the store, and he peeps in my mother’s room. I go in the bathroom to wash up and try to do something with my hair since he was going crazy, then he says to me never mind the store, she’s asleep. I guess he was going for her to get a list. So, I finish watching Pardon the Interruption, which I forgot to watch the very end, again, through Sportscenter. Oh well. After all that my mother comes into the computer room, where I’m feeding my addiction, and asks if everything was alright. She had some crazy dream that was induced by a sitcom, it’s happened to the best of us. Any road, I told her what the hell was up with her husband and that he was going off the edge. She called him and he told her that an ice storm was supposed to come through late tomorrow, early Sunday (and he couldn’t have told me because…?) and (again) that I wouldn’t get up early enough tomorrow to go to the store with him. Then she asked him if he asked me if I would get up. Then he said “no.” People, there are enough things in life to worry and fret over, but I do not need someone losing their mind over a trivial thing like that. Just bleeding tell me there is an ice storm coming and ask if I’ll get up, like I’d say “no.” (If you saw the size of my step-dad, you wouldn’t say “no” either.) Shit, I wanna eat to, plus I need my toothpaste. I’m neurotic enough as it is, I don’t need help like that; take a deep breath, calm down, and speak slowly.

I need help; I just answered another question, bringing my total answered to: 57.

Well, that’s it for me, since I have to be up early tomorrow, I’ll try to get some down time.

And if I'm not back before, you know I will be back the first Friday in March. It has something to do with some guy, that I miss so much.

I’m phasing.

P.S. WAR TONY STEWART!!! TAKE NO PRISONERS SMOKE!!