Happy Birthday Mom!!!!!!!!!! I loves ya!
Mom and Val! flew to NYC Saturday night. Val! finally decided to return home, and Mom decided at the last minute to come up for a visit. Luckily there were plenty of seats on the Houston flight so she had no problem getting on and even got a seat assignment right next to Vallers. Yesterday we spent waaay too much time in traffic and sitting in parking lots, but we did get to see some pretty flowering trees at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens and spend some QT at mi casa.
Today is Mom's bday so we'll go out to dinner tonight - just not 100% sure of the details yet.
Now on to more concerning and somewhat saddening news. What decade, nay, what century are we living in again? Or better yet, what country? If you drink, and you have a myspace account, you're NOT FIT TO BE A TEACHER!!! Discuss!
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I was excommunicated from and drug out of town for my Myspace account. I was then placed in a gulag for several months. I was only given a yellow bucket and a stained wooden spoon. Hardly a wifi hotspot.I had to placate my SINFUL urges by visiting various friends and up and coming bands myspace pages as envisioned in my own HEAD. I imagined various communiques and posting of what might be construed by some as 'off-color-slightly humorous' jpegs on peoples comments sections.
I posted on my blog seldomly- but when I did- it was GOLD. Kudos followed. I mimmicked the clacking of the keyboard with a tapping of "Spoony" on the bottom of the yellow bucket(The wooden spoon had become my constant and only friend- and therefore was invariably listed FIRST in my top five, even beating out "TOM".
Several weeks in I had got dyssentary- I posted in my 'blog' about it:
"Dyssentary sucks! I wish I knew what was happening on AMERICAN IDOL. I tried to imagine the entire season in my mind- and had come up with 5 mostly attractive semi-finalists from all walks of life. But always the obese, balding, african american-homosexual- who sings with too much vebratto won in the end.
Frustated with my own imaginative ablities I flung the feces out of the yellow bucket- stuck Spoony in and started doing almost primitive cave paintings of Paula Abdul writhing on the floor, while Simon straddles her..I later passed out from dehydration and woke up in a puddle of what could only be a mixture of the last of my bodily fluids. So, how are you guys?"
No kudos yet.
God has not taken my friend invite.
Tell your mom happy bday.
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