Ego de Trio

Ebby's nickname wins.

:D

So yeah.

The funnest shit ever. Sorry Houston MegaShoot. You come in a close second, though. lol

See my next post for the details.

Superman, The Rock Star and Bruce Wayne

Ummmm.............what?

I don't want to do this without pics.

I'll be back when I can wrangle some out of the boys.

I just gotta say: This weekend was the SHIT. All hail the kings.

Just for........someone else

I will not be relaxing my hair.

Headline News, right? lol

I just can't do it. Thank God for my good twin and her ability to do my hair for me. Yay for Ebby! Boo for my nappy head!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway....................

Los.Angeles.in.2.weeks.

I'm excited, can you tell?



I finally found that damn orange swimsuit and am just waiting for the ebay listing to close, with me as its highest bidder. Go me...and my last ditch, desperation search. Who knew finding the perfect, orange, one piece/monokini, sexy, cut out swim suit would be so hard? Nooooooooooooooooot me. And as LA gets closer, so does the "end of this year".
I don't think I'm going to have enough for my Christmas present and I'm super hesitant to finance that much. Argh! This is why I don't plan. My plans crap out like 85% of the time anyway. *sigh*

Gustave? No. Shoo. Who ordered another fucking hurricane? Somebody smack that person. Hard. I bet it was the same person who told McCain that it was a good idea to name that woman whose name I keep messing up as his running mate. Major fail.

Oh! I finally started catching up with Rome.
On Demand is one of the greatest cable tv innovations, ever. Atia of the Julii was a a bad bitch. Too bad she probably never existed. According to what I could dig up, she seems to be the combination of a few women of the time and most likely wasn't so awesome. lol

I went to church on Friday. Or, I guess I should say, "church". The 1st Annual Midwest Conference something or other. Except, for some reason, they didn't hold it in a church. They held it in a convention center. Why? I have no idea. When I was active in the church, they fucking held events.........in a church. What a novel concept, huh?
So I went to church on Friday. One of the consequences of being the dutiful, cooperative, enthusiastic daughter that I was as a pre-teen and teenager is that when the Lay Organization wants to enlist long time participants to present things to life time members, I'm the person they call. Meh. So I put on one of my respectable lady dresses and went to (ugh) Kansas City, Kansas and wouldn't you know it. I was the only one who showed up. So I went outside and talked to Ebby and Nicci for like an hour til the shit was over.
But..............when did they stop holding church functions in a fucking church?
How did I miss this? Did someone take a vote on it? I just don't get it. I blame Rev. C, the heffa. Glad she...and her husband...are gone. Back to their million dollar mansion in Beverly Hills or wherever it is they live. This is me praying the YPD can recover from their..."treatment". Hmph!

August 29th

Today is my daddy's birthday. He would have been 53.

I bought a plane ticket to LA this morning. I laughed to myself because the last time I saw my father, I was leaving for LA. Moving, in fact, to California. Days after my little sister's high school graduation. I was so happy to be going. And my dad left work, drove all the way to the airport so he could say good bye. And as soon as I got on that plane, I missed him. I missed my whole family. Moving away was the biggest thing I'd done in my whole life. Going to college didn't count.
And just 5 short months later, he was gone....................

But today is his birthday. He and Mom would have gone to dinner, seen a movie. Allyson and I would have sent cards and made phone calls. He would have said something goofy and I would have been irritated.

I don't know.......I don't know what my life would have been like without my daddy. My tall, goofy, nerdy, overprotective daddy. My daddy who lived his whole life for his family, whether or not we even deserved it half the time (my sister and I could be terrors when we wanted. Remind me to tell you about the time I chased her ass around with a knife or the time she thought almost wrecking the car was a good idea). My loving, slightly impatient, exasperated with the women who outnumbered him 3 to 1 in his own damn house daddy.

I miss you.


R.I.P. Mr. Michael Lee -- August 29, 1955-October 7, 2006

Yay!

They're doing another season of the Starter Wife.
Yay!



Completely unrelated:

The Ketchup Song

lol