I scraped together all the money I could for closing (I hate PMI so it needed to be a lot) and it looks like I might have a few thousand left over.

Oh....I know.....they'll find a way to suck it out of my pocket. But if they don't


BEER IS ON ME

I'm sure by now I have mentioned 436 things that drive me crazy...here's another.

Whats up with that stupid commercial running non stop where the lady knocks the bowl of m&m's on the floor and they all get these stupid broom's that suck and then they dance with them.

Why would anyone buy that?

And why does the guy that lives there have 6 of them in all different colors. Nobodies that gay. really.

edit: it was already -1 here last night. LUNNA don't you need a pool boy later this winter. I give a great massage!

Well this is mine....and you can hit it if you want to.




And Cap....about that painting project.......

and this will be my backyard

To anyone who doubted the beauty of the croatian men....check out "tomost"

Now you know why I left more than my wallet there!


Gads I hope he posts more pictures!

Anyone want to buy a house? Mine went on the market at 2:00 today!


Damn this has been like riding a roller coaster while juggling.


Big sigh....

Here in my town we get together and feed over 4000 needy people a great thanksgiving dinner. Everybody pitches in. The 148th fighter wing makes thousands of pumpkin bars. College students have been peeling spuds since monday (1200 pounds!) Entertainers put on a great show. It's an all around good time. I wish you could come.

I will be helping kids with craft projects. I've learned it helps to hold the nail with a pliers before you hand the kid the hammer. Trust me...you don't want to curse around the nuns.

As I was cleaning tonight I was listening to a band most of you have never heard of called Low. I really listened to a song called "will the night".

It made me flash back to the wonderful feeling of new love. The intense flush of a late summer night. That buzz between two people about 4 in the morning. Feeling like anything was possible, that you could just take off and be anything.

Ahhh....will I ever feel that way again?

I drove to Mpls to see my niece in her middle school play. It was so cute and heartfelt, I got a little teary eyed. I stood with my dad at the back of the room for the second half because he is too sick to sit for too long. I was a little sad also because he never came to see me in any of my plays. Even though I have forgiven him, a person really doesn't forget things like that. What hurt the most was watching him drive 3 states to watch his best friends son box in golden gloves matches. He just didn't want to watch me do anything that might further prove his suspicions about my sexuality.Well....when we know better, we do better.

I've been slaving to get my house ready to list. It goes on the market monday. Any one have one of those St. Joseph statues to loan me?

I looked around for Serge in Mpls. I didn't see him anywhere! He's probably still crying about not getting any deer. I find the people who don't get any deer usually were too busy drinking beer. Just an observation.

Well...a full day of packing and moving and cleaning and moving and painting and moving and cleaning tommorow.

See ya at 10!?

I am thinking. I read so many meaningful messages about honor and country, about war and service and sacrifice. And I know one thing.

I am not doing my part. It is too easy to say "thanks for your service" and we mean it when we say it, but it's not enough.

This current war has been taken away from us. Right, wrong or indifferent it is happening while we are sleeping. There are some who are directly affected but for the most part it isn't touching us the way it should.

The only thing I can think of that I can do is try, more and more, to change the way I live. I need to reduce my need. I need to make things, if I can, instead of buying them. (why do we sell pudding in little cups....scoop it out yourself you lazy bastard) (and don't get me started on bottled water). I need to buy locally when I can. (why when I go in the grocery store are the apples from fuji when I live next to one of the biggest apple producing states)

Plastic=fuel......long distance produce=fuel.....things I can do without=fuel. And in the long run fuel=oil=conflict.

It's complicated. But I think I'll feel better looking a wounded soldier in the eye when i feel I have done my part.

This is what I feel i should do. And you?