Gasping for breath

so I am taking a few days away from Deathly Hallows to get some air. WOW!!! What a tremendous and emotionally overwhemling book! And it is sooooooooooooo good. There are twists and turns that I never saw coming, some I did, and then one I just knew was coming, but it turned out very different. The true meaning of RAB was the only theory I had (I really didnt give a dpn whether or not Snape was evil). Like alot of other gits out there, I read the Epilogue first. Cause I had to know, you know?

I didnt have quite the reaction that his Lordship Franklin Habit did, but I could understand where he was coming from.

Anywho, I am in the middle of Chapter 29, but already know most of the deaths. Thanks to all thosewho warned me ahead of time.

After 5 days at the beach, in which my nose and another anatomy part(s) was the only things that got burnt and burnt most severly (What can I say? they are the things that are closest to the sun and was able to shade everything else) I have about 36 hours until I fly out to Burbank to visit Raven. While I HATE flying, I am looking forward to the trip.

In knitting, the hogwarts scarf is on hiatus, andI am nearly finished with the heel flap of the sock, which I am calling Walking in Sunshine.

Laters!

Spoil Me Not!!!

I passed the FTCE Subject Area exam. That was a really difficult test. Next Stop is the Generl Knowledge that I will take after I come back from visiting Raven

And now...........

SSSSSSSSShhhhhhhhhh.....

Please do NOT disturb. Gryffin is reading.


O, and BTW, I recieved an Honorable Mention for my costume at the local Borders Costume Contest.

See you when I emerge

Spoil Me (but only a teeny bit, please)

My fellow citizens



I am busy studying for the FTCE Subject Area, which I will take on Tuesday. My loving, good-intent-filled but evil parents have told me that they will (if they have not already, no one is giving me a straight answer) intercept the UPS guy so that I will not recieve Harry Potter until after the test.



This is where you come in. Please believe me when I say that I really, really hate suprises like this. So I am asking those who read it before me to please, please, please tell me who dies. I dont want to know anything else, or even how they die. I just want to know before I begin reading.



And don't lie about it just to be funny. I do have a wand. And a schnoodle who attacks for spoonfuls of peanutbutter. I am just sayin'. Seriously.



SOON TO COME: an actual blog entry, after I re-learn macro economics (the only section I failed on the practice test)

EDITOR'S NOTE: I have just received Deathly Hallows. The compromise was that I could read the epilogue before I give it to the evil parents. All I was hoping to live apparently did. All is truly well. Now, I shall return to the learning the formula of elasticity so that I can enjoy the book Tuesday without anything else on my mind.

Moz, knitting, and other such things

Last Sunday I went with Miss to see Morrissey. If you don't know who that is, don't ask me. Just go to iTunes or Yahoo!Music. Just don't ask me who he is. (insert eye roll and exasperated sigh here)

But anyways, I digress. The concert was amazing. This was my first real rock concert, but my third if you count The Backstreet Boys in '96 (I don't cause it was free and, well The Backstreet Boys is as far from rock as here to Maine) and Tori Amos in '03 (sort of counts, but there was no pit, and as much as I heart Tori, her's is not exactly "rock" either). Its not that I dont like to go to concerts, it is just a very rare occasion that the stars align and I have the money and the time to go to a concert. Back in Feburay when I bought tickets, Miss informed me that pit tickets were the only option since "Only losers sit in the balcony." So I went around noon to her place, where we began to get ready. While she helped me with my eye-makeup, I introduced her to Mr. Amazing, my hair straightening iron. Although she admitted that it was truly a miraculous piece of engineering, its massive base was too wide for her short-cropped hair. We played dress up, and then headed out. In route, and during the massive traffic backups around the toll boothes, we amused ourselves with her iPod, and created our own playlists with titles that ranged from silly to, um, unladylike topics.

The opening act was a girl who was one part Meg White, one part Bjork, one part Tori, with a very light sprinkling of Karen O (The Yeah Yeah Yeahs). She was ok, but not much to blog about. After her set and a very wierd video montage, Moz appeared. Miss and I rocked out together until Groping Pink-Shirted Spaz came through, and he irrated me enough that I left to the back to get some fresh air. When I went back into the pit, I enjoyed myself until the closing song. Then I enjoyed myself tenfold. Moz chose to close the concert with "How Soon is Now?" my favorite song. I know he did not do that for me, but it is sure fun to imagine he did.

I was never a huge Morrissey/Smiths fan, but now I am using my iTunes allowance to buy all his songs. It is the least I could do. After all, he sang my favorite song as a closer.

On the knitting front, I am getting really sick of the wavy scarf.

And the sock. Well, when I began, the ribbed cuff had this beautiful spiralling pattern going on. However, once I got to the actual Jaywalker pattern, the colors became "muddy." So I frogged it and am using SPM's "sock recipe" from Knitting Rules.

Any advice or encourangement on this front would be greatly encouraged.

Predictable Euphoria and Uncharacteristic Ranting

So....people.

What did you do today? How are you?

I am sorry, what was that you said? What did I do today? WHAT did I do today????

You really need to ask me?

In case you cannot figure it out, I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix today. O, my, Godiva. It was amazing. I really, really liked it. I honestly thought I would be immune from emotion, having already read the book. Not so much. The freaky beginning caused me to nearly jump out of my seat. Each and everyone of the new characters were PERFECT. Especially Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood. Luna is my personal favorite charcater, so naturally, I was very skeptical (and a bit protective) of how they were going to translate her to screen. I could not have been happier. Evanna, if you ever read this, I loved your performance better than Starbucks chai. Imelda Staunton was perfectly creepy as her pinkness Miss Dolores Jane Umbridge. And Helena Bonham Carter's Bellatrix Lestrange? Fantastic. I can't wait until Neville gets to kick her ass. Cause that is what is going to happen in book seven.

I finished my first lace pattern (needs to be blocked) and mystery project, which I did block. It looked far better than I thought it would. Still working on the Gryffindor/wavy scarf. Cast on for the Jaywalkers. I am not very optimistic, but the yarn is bright and pretty and soft.

You know what really bothers me? Blog ranting. Or ranting in general. Life is to short for ranting. Although I do understand that people do need vent every now and again.

Having said that, I was watching the Live Earth footage on line (the day of I was enjoying an outing with my mum) and I could not help to under how many effecient lightbulbs were used in lighting those stages for hours at a time. Or how much energy was used with all those amps and microphones. How earth friendly were those clothes? Were they fair trade? And just how much fuel was used to get Al Gore to each venue to make a earth-happy sermon. I highly doubt he drove a Prius from Brazil to Washington D.C.

Thank you and good night!

So it goes alittle something like this

I have been avoiding using that title for quite some time. Mainly because I knew I would only be able to use it once. The pastor at the church I attend begins every single sermon/homily like this, and it never fails to make me smile. But then again, I have a great respect and love for the man. He is, after all, the reason I began attending church once again.

So here I am, on what could very well be the rainiest July Fourth in recent memory (I am sure that there have been rainier ones, I just do not recall). I went to the local conglamo bookseller to pick up my prep book for the FTCE GK* test that I am taking towards the end of summer. The good news is, there is nothing that I do not at least vaguely recall about the math portion. Which means that the rumor that there is triganometry and calculous is nothing more than a rumor. Which means that my weakest area could potentially be the timed essay writing. In case you have not noticed, I have a tendancy to ramble on, and on, and ON, and can talk just about anything to death. Whcih reminds me, if the question is "Where is one place you would like to visit and why?" is Hogwarts an acceptable answer?

My wonderful sister has made another inspirational creation; Key Lime pie. It was (as per her pastry talents) beyond perfection. The crust was crumbly and brown ad nutty and buttery. The lime part was sweet and tart and devine. The merangue was beyond words. She may get on my last nerve somtimes, and we may not always agree on everything, but as long as she continues to create the bakery items she does (from scratch mind you - the thought of instant mixes makes her gag) she will be the best sister in the world, and I will always be very lucky to have her.

No matter where you are, or your feelings and setiments, have a great Fourth of July.

*For those of you who are lost in the abbreviations, the FTCE. stands for the Florida Teaching Certification Examination. There are three parts of the exam; The Professional, Subject Area and the General Knowledge, which is commonl known as the GK or Gen Knowledge. You cannot get a teaching job if you do not pass these. Some may hire you, but then you have a very limited time period that you have to get them passed, or else you get fired. They are also exist requirements if you are earning a degree in a school of education.

Aftermath, er, without the math?

This is the end my friend.

Not really, Last week was. So I finished summerschool and have moved back home. And then got really, really sick. Turns out, when you are not good to your body (even if it is during finals week) things have a tendancy to turn around and bite you in the gluts.

Lesson learned.

And speaking of lessons learned I am in online traffic school this week. Why? you ask. Because I got pulled over for speeding right as I was coming out of my last final. Oh yeah, I was still on campus. And the cost? you ask with baited breath I am sure. $105.59. For going 9 miles over the speed limit. It was greeeeeeeeeeeat. But hey, I ended the evening with an absolutely delicious omlet and Office Space, so it was not a total waste.

I have re-aquainted myself with my knitting. Not gently and gradually, as a certain Miss Violet suggested, but through myself into it (yarn) balls out. In two days, I had 50 rows completed on my wavy scarf. Pictures will be posted soon, because this is the summer I WILL learn how to do that. I also got really heavy into another washcloth (I am really liking washclothes, they may become my love) wich is my first reall lace pattern. I had some trouble with it at first, but not, as long as I do an entire repeat at a time, I am good. I am also working on the project-that-shall-not-be-named for a certain somebody.

As far as the crochet hat that refused to die? Well, may it rest in peace. After a thrid attempt, Pixie (the most experienced crocheter I know) told me to hang it up and use some lighter yarn next time. This is whyI am not really giving up, just putting it off until I find some nice, light yarn.

And last but Certainly not least. YEs, I know the top of the blog is a bit busy with both coutndowns. But, well, the bok one is too cool to pass up (run your mouse over it) and the combo one was boring

Week 6/6, Feels like 666

So anyway, ya'll.
Today is the LAST DAY of summer school! My last final is tonight. The thing is, however, I have absolutely, positively, NO inspiration or (nor?) motivation to crap open another freaking book. I am done, spent, over it, finished, had it, ect, ect. I have an A in all assingments, but a C on the midterm. uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh

In my other class, the professor handed me back 3 assingmets last weekend becaseu they were borderline B/A grades, and he gave me a chance to redo them. This was nice on one hand, but a pain on the other. My last assingment to redo is due on Monday, and I may just have to take the 94. Not out of laziness, mind you. This has seriously been a case of anything that can go wrong will go wrong. It allstarted with the redo of assingment #2, which took 2 days and three computers to accomplish cause everything DID go wrong. Assignment #3 is not an improvemnt. Because it was a gynormous file (this huge, elaborate power point that I would use to teach a unit) I only saved the rough draft on my usb. Half of the final copy is saved on my parents computer (like I said, huge file). The final product is burned on a CD that my computer refuses to recognize beacuse it claims that the file is corrupt!!! I think my poor laptop is as burnt out as I am, and it just does not want to do another dad-gum assingment.

In other news, I paid rent and utilitize thgourh Saturday, so now I dont own my roommate a peny. It is a shame that she and I have only just now started hanging out, but that is just the way things have gone.

FYI - When making a salad, and you want to add a tasty flair by adding something less ho-hum then your average deli meat, do NOT add thick cut julieanned prosuito. It has a raw, chewy constitancy, and you (or, at least I did) feel like you are eating smoked earthworms.

Lesson learned

Miss Violet of LimenViolet podcast reads my blog, or, atleast she did once!!! SQUEEE!!!!!

can't... freakin...Take ...IT...ANYMORE!!!!

OK peeps.
Seriously.

I am on the countdown until the end of the semester, (week 5 of 6) and I have done gone and cracked. Seven assignments are due this week. SEVEN ASSIGNEMENTS. I am working on # 7 right now. And I am so fed up with it all. I cannot stand it. The worse part is that I know that once I finish up with this one, I get to start on the three assingments due next week.

yippy.

The good news is that rather than zoning out on video games, I am actually taking breaks and knitting. The new Knitty inspired this. I actually found sock patterns I would be willing to do. And, like I said above, I seriously feel like I cannot take it any longer. If I cannot stab some yarn, then an actual animated object may have to get harmed. I don't have anything or anyone in mind, really, just something that is close enough to grab without me having to participate in a whole lot of movement.

Even the fact that OoP is coming out in less then a month has failed to uplift me.

I want guy back, too. I am not sure if I can do this. But that is a rant for another day.

Sorry.....

Holy cow my fellow citizens!

It has been too long
really, it really has been way to long
And that is all my fault.
So please excuse me while I go hang my head in shame, go to a corner, and cry softly.

5 minutes later...

What am I talking about?!?!?! If I don't have time to dish about my life, I certainly dont have any time to feel sorry for myself.

I really, really have no time.

Why? Beause I am insane. Well, that is what I have been hearing lately, and it sure seems like a great excuse. I am currently taking 6 masters credits (workload equivilent to 9-12 undergraduate credits) in as many weeks. typical week is that I have something due every day of the week. Two MAJOR projects dues this week. Finals two weeks from thursday. Then, 8 weeks of my partime job, a Morrisey concert, a few tests, Pottery goodness, and Raven.
So the updates will be quick, and with out detail.

Knitting
Has come to a shrieking halt. I actually look forward to the dentist this week, becauseI know it will actually allow me time to re-introduce myself to me needles. I am near positive they forgot who I am, or that there is a world outside the bag.

Harry Potter
I would love nothing more than to tell you in 100 words or more how this Summer of Potter is promising to be the BEST SUMMER EVER!!!!! but that is not getting my 6 page report on the observed behavioral patterns of teenagers now, is it?

Crocheting
The hat that I was going to learn how to do or else is in the frog pond. Again. Although, I do have to say, atleast is it round this time. Well, rounder than the last attempt.

Reading
I still manage to find a few precious nanoseconds a day to read. I am finally reading a Jane Austin book.

Academia
Last semster I recieved all A's, much to my shock, but not everybody elses. So far, I have two A's this semester

But my sanity is hanging on by a thread. As is my hard earned size 6 waist. And my spending money is locked in a jail cell in Tiajuana. Or at least, that is what it feels like.
O yeah. I also had and lost a really great guy. Yes, in the course of last semester. I know, I know.

See you in 3 weeks!

Sick and tired?

Hello

I am sick. Just a cold, so dont get all emo/worrisome/voodoo on me. I have been downing medication, both alternative and Western, and hopefully, soon, everything will go.away. To make matters ever the more better, it is the weekend that the HUGE midterm project is due in Principles. Have I started it? Yes, I have. How much is left? 2/3. How much of it was left last weekend when I felt perfectly fine but decided to slack off? 2/3. And now I am having to type up a speech while on drugs. Can't wait to see how this will turn out.

In the name of instant gratification, I have forgone all WIP's to do some wash clothes. Perfect thing to do when you cant sleep.

That is it for now. peace

So much for the afterglow

Well, fellow citezens, it has been a while, hasn't it?
So here is how it has all been going down;

Christmas was extremely low key this year. After the eventful year that we had, the family decided to just relax. No tree, no external decoration. No real effort in anything. We piled the presents on a chair and chilled out. And cooked and ate alot.

O yeah, in order for you to inderstand the rest, one little detail must be mentioned; I got into graduate school. That was perhaps my best Christmas present. Besides the iHome.

The following things have changed in my life now that I am a Knight again:

- I have no time for knitting
- I had to reduce my hours at job #2
- I brag about myself alot
- I truly am making a concious effort to stop procrastinating (goes into effect tomorrow)
- I have no energy for knitting
- I truly am making a concious effort to censor my opinions before the exit my mouth and sideswipe the professor (goes into effect Tuesday)
- I am on chat room websites less
- Suddenly, updating my blog is far more important, than , say homework (somethings never change)
- I have no money to go toward knitting
- TV is a true luxury.

Sad

I had this really long, beautiful post about life and knitting. I spent nearly 3 hours on it. It just got erased.

I am so ashamed....

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Boston
The Inland North
The Midland
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The West
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My confederate ancestors are rolling in their graves right about now.

A Few Quick things

Not much to expand upon, except a few quick things:

- My iPod is broken, and had to be sent away. I should be getting it back soon. In the meantime, I am suffering from acute iPod withdraw. It is amazing (and alittle sad) in just a year how that thing has become another apendege. the worse will be when I have to buy an whole new one in a few years.

- The job is still amazing

- The Puppy is still cute. So much so that I don't think I will ever stop refering to her as Puppy, no matter how old she is.

- Despite the news about TR Knight, I cannot stop watching Grey's Anatomy. I still am over the moon about George, and I realize that that may not ever change.

- I am right now reading Eldest. I don't want to talk about it, cause I have this paranoid vision of Christopher Paolini stumbling across my blog one day and being deeply offended of anything negative I have to say about any of the trilogy. Not that I have anything negative to say about his books, that is.

- A very strange mood has come across me lately. The balence between pessimistic Gryffin and optimistic Gryffin have appeared to tip in optmistic Gryffin's favor. I am more cheerful lately, less broading, more optimistic, writing in my journals more, waking up refreshed, and not feeling so bitter about things. It'll pass, I am sure.

- I have Raven's present. Infact, I have 99% of my Christmas shopping completed.

- It is cold outside. Finally.

HOORAY me!!!

Well, I got a cold over the weekend, and decided to take Monday off. I finished the laundry, dusted a room (sans protective wear, but I figured I was on enough drugs that it really didn't matter), added the count down to this blog, and took lots of naps. Huh? What was that I said??? That's right, I said it. I added the count down to my blog. All by myself! This whole html thing is addictive.

You've heard of second sock syndrome? Well, I think I have first sock syndrome. I have about an inch left on the cuff before I start the heel. And I keep finding other things to do. Just two days ago, I thought to myself; "Self, this is an excellent time to learn how to trebble stitch in crochet." I agreed, and am now very close to finishing another sampler dishcloth thing. I think I will give it to Rachel for Chistmas.

Which leads me to another point; I think I may have become that which I loathe. One of those people who become obsessed with knitting something for the entire imediant family for Christmas. In the past, I have always knittied one or two items for a single family member. Suddenly, and seemingly without my knowledge, two projects have sprouted on my needles, and one on my crochet hook. I am not sure what to do!!!

BUT I am sure about Raven's gift for the exchange. About time, too.

WHAT?!?!?!?!? T. R. Knight is gay?!?!?!? My whole fantasty world has just come crashing down around me. I am going to be a sad, bitter lama for a few days.

Well folks...

Just like the last post, I am just killing time till I head out. This time, it is waiting on Blu (who, though a Muggle, I am hypothisizing is a Hufflepuff) to call give me the 411 on 2days UCF homecoming activities. Now, I dont want all the haters out there 2 leave me comments. If you do, they wil be promptly deleted, and I shall sic Fluffy, Godric, AND Puppy on you. I have been such a bad lama in regards to posting, I know. Job has been draining, and it is all I can do sometimes to shower and go to bed. But, all the same, I heart it. I can't wait untill I fly solo on this, and own my own plane, metaphorically speaking, of course.

I am currently re-reading Harry Potter I, and annotating it with what I think is foreshadowing clues. I am planning on doing this to all 6 books. Out of boredom, that is why.

On the needles is my christmas knitting. Socks in a deep, dark blue merino.

My socks came out too big in the end. Is it because my feet are a mite smaller than the average women feet?

I now have an account with FictionAlley, hoping that one day, I actually write something that I can publish.

Um, that is it for now.

O! WAIT!!! before you go, check out the right side of the screen. That's right, those are new links that you see. I taught myself how to manipulate html. Allow me to repeat myself; I TAUGHT MYSELF!!! how to manipulate html. I didn't have to look it up, or buy a book about it, I did it all by myself. I am one proud lama. Up next, putting the HP movie countdown thingy here

Knitty + Greek = Friday

Greetings:

As I pass the final minutes before I head over to cash my latest paycheck (The best perk of being employed) and Greek Fest 2006 >SQUEEEEE<, I decided to post my thoughts about the Fall issue of Knitty

Patterns:

Viveka
Not to sure about the color of the edging, nor the way the body is shapped, but the sleves are gorgeous and amazing. Maybe, if I ever get good enough down the line, Ill design a sweater with a body that I like, but with those sleeves

Lucie
eh, its ok. Probably never knit/wear it.

Cactus Flower
This is more MY style; loose, yet flattering. I love everything about it, but perhaps a darker red for the whole thing. And have the collar and the sweater all the same color

IVY
I just don't like sweaters with that type of closure. Period. End of story

Serrano
This is an absolutely gorgeous cardigan. I think it is the answer to my "perfect work cardi" search. I would have to alter the closure, all those little hooks would drive me batty after a while

Avast
I like this one, too. My only concern is that the yarn is too dark to show off the pattern.

Sherwood
This is a very cute sweater. It reminds me of something out of Eragon

Intolerable Cruelty
The corset detailing on the back is not my style, neither are the colors (pink = bleeck)

Little Slip of a Thing
I could see myself doing that, but in different colors. Maybe a Gryffindor or UCF color scheme.

Lizard Ridge
This is a gorgeous blanket, but looks wicked hard. Plus, I would never, EVER use Kureyon.

Red Herring
I love this pattern, but I would use contrasting, or even HP house colors for it.

Cablenet
ooooooooooooooooooooo, this is pretty. Myabe I found the socks that Raven's yarn is destine to be???

Sox on 2 stix
This is a brilliant pattern, and one that I would like to try one day.

Diamante
This is a decent and cute pattern. Being that both my sister's and my mom's feet are large, I could see myself using this pattern for them. ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, these are toe-ups. Maybe not then.

Ayla
I like this pattern, since colorwork gives me the heebee-geebees. The choice of color would HAVE to change. Ooooooooooo, green back round, blue flower with yellow center.

Sugar on Snow
eh, its ok. I guess u have to be somewhere where it snows to appreciate it.

Tamarah
eh >shrugs<

Twiggy Tweed
I like it, just not in those colors

Back to School
These are the beez kneez. They are the cutest!

Peace out and OPA!!!!

My week, checking in with Satan, and other things on my mind

Greeting citezens!

Wow, what a week it has been! I finished my FIRST EVER long term substituting position. It could have been the 5 days from Hell, but it was by far the greatest experince so far in this wierd path called my teaching career. Even some of the worse behaved classes were gems, even though they were in 8th grade and STILL grasping the concept of raising the hand before speaking.

And talent? HOLY COW the talent at this school! I know I was working in a magnet school, but I was expecting something like the movie Fame, with kids in leotards and black clothes quoting poetry and pirouetting down the hall. There was nothing that extreme, but I did meet a budding poet, Jack-of-all-arts, a musician, and several people who felt just lucky enough to be at a school that offers a dozen different types of drama class.

On the knitting front, I have casted on for the second sock, and am nearly finished with the cuff. Because of my ever vigiliant eye on the sunday paper, I procured cupons from oth Joann's and Michael's, and was able to get Clover size 7 dpns (no more sore hands!!!) and Clover size 13 straights at 40% off. Which reminds me; how does one go about felting a gauge swatch???

On the book front, I put down SPM's The Secret Life of a Knitter (b-day present curtesy of Raven) to pick up a historical fiction book that was lying around the room that I was at all week. It got me instantly hooked, and I read it during plan and lunch, and would bite my nails at night wondering what happened. So I highly recommend Fever 1793. It is about the yellow fever epidimic in Philidelphia in 1793 as told by a 14 year old girl. A bit on the dark and morbid side, but an o so riveting read.

Greek Fest is next weekend. So is a 50% sale at all Joann's. O, the delimmas we get ourselves into.

I have a week off due to Fall Break.

Speaking of Raven, she may think of me as a goddess among women for the b-day present I gave her, but to me, she is the greatest friend who knits EVER. Not just cause of the book (who knew that I would enjoy something by the Yarn Harlot???), but of the yarn that also came in our yearly "Knitting themed birthday present exchange." Although the yarn is so nice that I want to get really good at socks before I use it, I take it out of the stach drawer and cuddle its soft, warm, brightly colored goodness. Yes Raven, I too am a yarn molester.

And speaking of yarn, I was crusing the Socks That Rock website, when but what should to my wondering appear? O yes, I saw Gryffindor colored sock yarn, under the heading Fred Flitstone. Just thought everyone should know.

Satan is now having his personal seamstress sew a warmer lining to his cloak. How do I know this? My sister and mom are eating sushi.

Evidence that Hell is Freezing over

OK

The Steve Irwin, the amazing Crocodile Hunter just passed on. Not by being decapated by a large reptile, or even by being nibbled on by a poisonous whatever. He died in a freak accident that involved a very non-aggressive fish, one that I have petted and fed for $5 at Seaworld a dozen times.

Duane "The Dog" Chapman, the lead in the AE reality show "Dog; the Bounty Hunter" is under arrest for jumping bail and missing a court date.

My dad wants to go to the football game with me on Saturday

Raven called her mother a witch.

I have recently gotten really, really drunk

Somewhere, in the inner bowels of Hell, Satan is turning to one of his minions and saying, "Is it me, or is it a bit chilly in here?"

Laborday pix comming soon, I promise!!!!