I apologize at my seemingly long pause from blogging. I’ve been writing to most of you on a regular email basis and haven’t felt the need to post. However, today  something worth discussing with the public occurred. The death dice rolld a six.

You know how the cliche saying goes, “Bad things come in threes.”

1. David Carradine died

2. Ed Mcmahon died

3. Farah Facett died

Three. Good. No wait. Here we go again.

1. Michael Jackson died (damnit… he always was famous for stirring stuff up. Now the death cycle begins again.)

2. Billy Mays died. (WTF, NO WAY??!??)

and number three?

I waited for it. I checked the news in half hour intervals. It was coming, sneaking up on me….. Then it happened.  My precious darling died…..

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes. I lost my beloved  Xbox 360.  The saddest pat was, I was right in the middle of watching my latest present to myself, “The Office Season 4.”

Will Jim ever  propose to Pam? Not till I get off my butt and find a real DVD player.  This chanin of events really has my feeling down.(I’m refering 95% to my Xbox, 4.5% to Billy Mays and .5% to Jacko. )

 Meanwhile, work is going well.  Derek’s schooling is going fantastically. It’s funny, back in highschool he was one of the worst students I knew. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have passed English or Government. Yet somehow, he’s making A’s in his classes.   College is good for the boy’s brain.

Hmmm….  I remember mom telling me  when I was a girl  that a boys’ brain was in his pants.  I wonder if that makes studying awkward?

For family who already has the website, there’s new pictures posted on the Photobucket site. If you need that site again, email me.  

If you fart before stepping off an elevator, does anybody smell it?
Yes. Yes we do. When you think nobody will know, they will inevitably  take the elevator after you get off, come up to the same floor you got off on and watch your smelly ass struggling with your luggage down the hallway.
STOP FARTING ON ELEVATORS.

While in conversation with my mother and grandmother the other day, I came across a startling realization:
Every time I pee on one of those little pregnancy sticks, I find out I’m pregnant. So THAT’S what’s been causing it! And all these years, mom’s been telling me that boys get you pregnant. Boy was she full of it….

Derek and I saw a minivan the other day that looked exactly like ours. Derek and I tried to tell ourselves we were cooler because we have XBox hookups and a DVD player, but the cold hard truth is- no matter how many gadgets you  have on the INSIDE, you still look lame on the OUTSIDE when you’re driving a minivan.

Today I was in a gas station in Dallas and walked into my very first unisex bathroom at a 7-11. I borrowed the key, opened the door and locked it behind me. There were several stalls, some marked “Men” and some marked “Women.” All of them were full of poop.(equal opportunity for all!) There were gang markings and toilet paper and urine everywhere. If all men’s bathrooms are like that, then ya’ll are disgusting.

I’m in Ft Worth on a training  trip. It’s only my first day and I’ve already taken three and a half pages of notes. (my head is slightly achey.)
I hope you’re all doing all right.  Sorry I’ve been so lousy at emailing for the last few days, I’ve been preparing and traveling this week.