Thursday, November 28, 2002

boy oh boy, where to begin.

seems like every holiday, especially thanksgiving, ends up pissing me off in some respect. this time, it's my family, although it's that every year. but it's different this year. usually i don't get here until around 3, since we don't eat until 5, but i figured with shayna here this year it would be different, and it wasn't. from the moment we walked in the door at 11:30 i was being nagged or bothered in some way. to make matters worse, here's a conversation that went down today (prefaced with this - a month or so ago my younger brother lashed out on my older ones because they called us spoiled. i thought we were all over this, guess again.)
i'm sitting there watching the lions game with my dad, pat(my oldest brother) and granny(do the math on who she is) enter the room talking about sam's.
pat to granny: i was going to give tim the membership on my card but i guess he doesn't need it. do you guys?
granny: well doesn't john need it? he doesn't have one does he?
pat: do you have one?
me: no thanks, i don't need it.
granny: well why not?
me: because i go with mom. she needs someone to carry her kitty litter.
pat whispering/snickering to granny: we won't go down that road....

i wanted to jump up off the couch screaming "um, what the hell is that supposed to mean?" oh, and i should also mention that pat's my attorney, and he told my mother something that i told him in that thing called "attorney/client confidentiality," but i guess that doesn't exist in pat world. but instead, i sat there for a few moments, collected my thoughts and got up and went to the kitchen to speak with shayna. we went to a room and i was explaing to her what happened. she too, had heard some things that he had been saying all day long related to me and how i have it so easy and life was so great for me etc. AND THEN, as if all of that wasn't enough, while shayna and i are in tim's old room talking, granny and gramps and pat are in the room across the hall from us. doors closed don't work too well around here because then we heard them talking about the sam's conversation - pat saying "john said 'mom takes me.' wow, is that all i have to do?" hey asshole, i still live here for one thing, NOT ONE damn person is holding a gun to your head saying "you must live in lawrence." so piss off. after that i went to the gas station to cool off, i swear, every year, i cannot stand to be in this house for more than 3 hours at a time. i. just. cannot. do it. i try, oh lord how i do try. hence the reason i like to go to the plaza lights. if i have to stand out in the cold for an hour or so it's totally worth it to get out of this house by 6:30. problem this year, tim and susan won't be here until 8:30, they want to go to the plaza tomorrow night, so of course shayna is saying "i don't want to go if we're just going tomorrow night" and "i want to be here when tim and susan get here." woman, you're asking me to be in this house, around these mean people, for over 9 hours.

god help me.

oh, and the dinner? my mom got the wrong turkey out - 12 lb instead of 20 so we're short on meat. that's wonderful, considering all i can have is meat this year. i try to take a bite out of the bird about 45 minutes ago, my grandmother starts waving me off like i'm contaminating the bird with some horrible disease that will kill us all. i haven't had shit to eat today, except some wretched reduced fat swiss cheese that my dad got at the store this morning and we're not going to eat until around 5 or 5:30.

so to recap-
i've been scrutinized and nagged by my family.
i've been deceived by my attorney (granted i don't pay him, but that in no way justifies violating what i assume is a standard among honest lawyers)
and i have to put up with it for 8 hours. and what sucks is, that's all i *can* do, is put up with it.

well, happy thanksgiving everyone. i'm out.

Monday, November 25, 2002

to further explain this whole ice skating thing - it wouldn't have been so bad, but i had the teacher from hell (ok, she wasn't that bad, but just wait). i'm moving along, slow and steady like the tortoise i am, and shayna's in front of me. she says "honey, move, there's someone behind you that needs to go around." i turn around and there's this 5 or 6 year old and he says "i'll go around" and he skates off leaving about 5 feet between us. shayna turns to me and says "honey! he's a quarter of your age!"

thank you for the confidence booster. i should've fallen down so you could kick me.
i ice skated for the first (and probably the last) time saturday night. other than that, not a lot going on.

not much at all.

Tuesday, November 19, 2002

seems like this is the week God decided to take a shit on us.

driving shayna to work this morning i was rear-ended on the offramp of south-bd i-35 to 119th st. luckily there was no damage so the other driver and i were like "yep, looks good, let's go to work." slowed me down though, and i like to be at work before 8, if not at 8.

oy, what else is this week going to bring....

Sunday, November 17, 2002

i dug matt nathanson. he did a couple bon jovi covers. :)

oar was good.

getting your car window smashed in an attempted robbery isn't. some focker smashed shayna's window, *tried* to get the stereo out and couldn't so they opened the trunk and took the old stereo instead.

the good news is neither of us were hurt, and really the only costly damage is buying a new passenger window.

oy, what a weekend.

Thursday, November 14, 2002

not a lot going on. very busy at work.

oar saturday, chiefs sunday, after the chiefs stomp the bills, the san diego game and the denver game is on. i'll be pushing for the 49ers and seahawks in those games. after that, on sunday night football it's new england at oakland. needless to say, go pats!

this is the first sunday where it's all afc west all day. i'm very, very happy.


Wednesday, November 13, 2002

i just wrote an email to jim rome. =)

happy birthday to buck o' neil!

Monday, November 11, 2002

i got us oar tickets for next weekend.

oh, and some kid named matt nathanson, whoever that is. =)

Tuesday, November 5, 2002

bad boyfriend!

a. i didn't get the dmb show that came out today. i'll probably swing by best buy tomorrow and get it.
b. i didn't get shayna that new justin timberlake cd.

so yes, i'm a bad boyfriend...until under the sheets and dreaming tonight. hoowha!

oh, and i DO i DO have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world. has to be said.

that is all. good night folks.

What kind of porno would you star in?

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Romantic movie! You probably won't star in a porno anytime soon. You seem to be really into the whole "love" thing...romantic sex with perfumed sheets and candles all over the place. You're probably a hopeless romantic. You value sex and respect your partner too much to do anything like porn. AWWWWWW!

Monday, November 4, 2002

What member of Dave Matthews Band are you?

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You're LeRoi Moore! As Roi, you show off your skills while maintaining a dark mystery about you. You're very shy and perfer to express yourself with your skills rather than words. To some, your very presence is nececary to their lives feeling complete.

Sunday, November 3, 2002

i was supposed to bad medicine karaoke that is.
"oh my god"

were the words uttered by shayna before my drunk post.

yeah, i was supposed to do "bad medicine' but ran out of time.

well, c'est la vie.

Friday, November 1, 2002

jdunn, you're Sweet 'n' Sexy

You're not overt about your sexuality, but you're not purposely hiding it either — two traits that naturally draw people to you. You possess an understated zest for life, and a way of approaching the day with a can-do attitude that draws people to you. As a teenager, were you maybe a little on the quiet side? Even if you weren't, it's clear that underneath your occasionally understated statements, you have an undeniable sweetness that attracts people who see that special something burning from within.

Is it the way you carry yourself? That quiet sparkle in your eye? Those who know you intimately can't wait to uncover your sweetness. What's hiding behind that innocent smile? A little devil perhaps? A tattoo in a seductive spot saved only for your lover? Possibly, but you're so good, you'll never tell. Or will you?
whoo! three days til ku basketball!