JEEBUS FRIES!

Hullo, flist.

I hope everyone had a nice weekend.

My weekend was fun. Charles came to visit. We did the usual stuff we do together: play video games, watch TV and movies, and the last couple episodes of Supernatural (he doesn't have cable at his place, so he watches them on his laptop.

In addition to the usual brain-numbing activities we usually do, we also got outside a couple times. It was beautiful here this weekend, warm and sunny. On Saturday, we drove to the park and walked along the bike path a little way, then out onto the soccer field, where we threw Summer's ball for her. We had left the water in the car, so by the time we headed back (after laying on the grass for a while) she was tired and thirsty and a little mutinous. We were about 15 feet from the car before she said, "FUCK ALL Y'ALL" and laid down in the grass, so I brought her the water and let her rest a couple minutes.

That afternoon, while I was doing homework, I heard tinkling bell sounds outside. Summer started walking around, looking at me, sniffing under the door, and whimpering. I looked out the window and saw my neighbor Christina on the sidewalk, playing with her two ferrets. They were wearing harnesses, and one harness has bells on it, thus the noise.

Summer's met the ferrets before but she's pretty fascinated with them so we all went out to say hi. We sat outside with Christina for a while in the sun and pet the ferrets.

Ferrets stink!

Then yesterday, Christina came over with her ferrets AND a baby, the daughter of one of her coworkers. She asked if we wanted to go for a walk. I declined, because I was trying to do homework.

About ten minutes later, I decided that a walk actually sounded pretty nice, so I knocked on her door and we all piled in the car and went back to the park. It was about 70 degrees yesterday, so we spread a couple blankets in some shade and took off our shoes and just sat there for a while. Charley threw the ball for Sum while Christina and I played with the baby, who was happy and gurgly and so chubby.

After we returned to the apartment and the baby had a nap, Christina brought her over again for a while.

Then Charley and I got ready to go. I took him all the way into Portland yesterday because I had been invited over to my friend Cam's house.

In high school, we were the drama kids, and most of my guy friends (Cam especially) were fascinated with making movies. As a result, I had the chance in high school to be in several movies (for classes, mostly). Yesterday, Cam, Rob, Ian and I (all high school friends with whom I only recently reconnected) did some commentaries on those movies at Cam's house. It may sound a little silly but it was really fun. I didn't even remember participating in some of them, but as we watched the film, more and more of it came back to me.

My biggest role was as Pearl in The Scarlet Letter that we did for sophomore(?) English. I was...not a great actor. To say the least. But it was fun to see all that again, see people in the background that I haven't seen in a decade. And it was nice to hang out with the guys again.

If anyone is interested, my friends' film websites are:

Ouchmouth's YouTube account
a3o

I don't think any of the movies I was involved in are available on these sites, though you can see me briefly at the beginning of the following trailer for "Ungodly Brain of Doom." I'm in a blue sweatshirt, sleeping on a desk.



The guys haven't been making many movies lately, but I hope when they start up again they'll give me a call, because we really had a great time in high school.

If you decide to look through their websites (CAMP AND GORE IS THEIR THING), have fun. Some of the audio tracks have been removed from the YouTube account for copyright reasons (oops!). I recommend "Pitch" on a3o (it's the only one I've watched on there so far) and "A Time Visitor's Guide" on the Ouchmouth account.

Well, I guess it's time I recorded another milestone: I have a niece.

My friend Mel (mother also of my first nephew, Gabriel) gave birth at 4:30am February 23rd to Emily Rowyn.

When Gabe was born, I was halfway across the country, in Wisconsin. Now I'm only 300 miles away. Hopefully, in a couple weeks, I'll be able to scoot over to Anchorage for the weekend and visit with them.

Welcome to the world, Emily. Can't wait to meet you!

I'm staying at mom's house while she's out of town, and of course, Summer is staying with me.

As soon as I got home from work today, I decided that we should go for a walk. Most of the time, I don't put Summer on her leash (unless we're walking on the highway or something)...I just bring her ball along. When we're passing a place of potential interest to her, I keep hold of the ball and that keeps all of her attention riveted on me.

We didn't go all the way around the block...we went to the dry creek bed on the next street over. I'd toss the ball into the bed, and she'd retrieve it. Easy.

Across the road from the creek, there lives a lady who keeps geese and chicken. This lady can be sort of mean. She gets mad if you pick wildflowers on the side of the road...not even on her property! And when Beck and I were kids, her husband/boytoy/live-in dick SHOT a stray dog with a beebee gun. The local animal control officer doesn't even like her.

So, knowing all that I know about the lady, you can imagine my horror when my ASSLICKING BITCH OF A DOG took off after a chicken.

That's right, she brought the ball back, and before I could take it from her, she BOLTED across the road and into the woman's yard in pursuit of BARNYARD FOWL.

I ran after her, screaming. Summer chased the chicken around the house. I heard a window slide open and the lady called, "Do you have that dog on a leash?"

Just then, Summer came into view, HOLDING THE FREAKING CHICKEN IN HER MOUTH. I jogged towards her, as she stopped in the middle of the driveway and spit out the bird. It landed on its feet and walked away, clucking, seemingly no worse for wear, but minus the feathers my charming four-legged companion had stuck to her tongue.

I grabbed her and slipped her leash over her head. The lady asked that I keep her on a leash when going by her house. Considering how high her bitch-o-meter can get sometimes, I figure I got off light. I was afraid she'd demand that I pay for all the years scared off that chicken's life.

Anyway. Yeah. I am extremely pissed at my dog right now. She will not go leashless for quite a while.

On our way home, my old friend Matt stepped out on his porch to say hi. He and his family moved into the house two doors down from mom's earlier this year. His mom used to be my babysitter; we used to take baths together when we were babies. I haven't seen him for quite a while. We talked for about 15 minutes.

And tomorrow is setup for the Home Expo. Then, Saturday and Sunday, is THE HOME EXPO. I'm sorta stressed. I just want it to be over.