Over Thanksgiving, reader-turned-girlfriend Jessica was telling a story about how one of her friends didn’t know that a pimento in a green olive was placed there by man. Then my entire family started laughing at this friend that nobody except Jessica had met. I’m pretty sure my sister yelled out, “Fool!”
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I Love Plucking White Hairs – A Confession
I so totally get this.
When I was nine my mom brought home a black cat that was hanging out by the dumpster at the Junior League. It was our first family pet, and we named her Shadow.
Actually, that’s not entirely true as we had two cats when I was born but I think they bit me or my sister and were removed.
Celebtweets – Ralphie May
Okay, it’s been way TOO long since my last Celebtweets. I’ve been busy and haven’t been bothering celebrities like I know I should.
In the past I’ve won the attention of Jackie Stallone and incurred the wrath and then love of Steve Agee.
Live Free Or Die Drivin’
I thought I would try something I’d never done before – tell a story via webcam.
Why? Well, because this one is way too long to try to type out. It took me over ten minutes to tell, and I talk fast!
Traditional web video wisdom states that anything longer that two minutes will not be watched by most readers. I believe this to be true for other sites, but not for MY readers! My readers love me, and have nothing better to do. Their lives sort of suck.
Something Gross I Do
Bet you weren't expecting a photo of Dean Martin here. Just seemed appropriate. Not sure why.
I just had to call my ex-wife last night.
Hey, I have something so awful to share that you will lose whatever remaining shred of respect you still have for me.
You mean like gross?
Yes, I’m sitting here looking at something really gross.
Well, I can’t imagine it could be worse then all those times you ………………………………………………………...
I Can’t Touch Cotton Balls – A Confession
Pure. Terror.
It’s been a while since I’ve introduced you to a new D.J. confession. In the past I talked about how I used to wear tight jeans, and how I pretended I was in bands when I wasn’t, and how I poop when I talk on the phone. But that’s nothing compared to this confession.
ThoughtsFromParis Holiday Card 2011
Last December I wanted to do something special for you, my readers.
Many of you sent me your mailing addresses requesting one of my holiday cards. I happily obliged, even though some of you live overseas and cost me $.98 per stamp! Yep, that’s how much I love you. Next time, move over here.
First ThoughtsFromParis Reader Party Photos!
Rachel, Jessica, Me, Becky, Josh
If you’re a regular reader to this blog, you already know I flew down yesterday to Atlanta to visit Jessica, the woman I’m dating.
Not familiar with the reader turned girlfriend story? Click here!
I’m here through Sunday which allows me time to continue to develop intimacy with Jessica, explore Atlanta, celebrate NYE, and determine if the southern stereotypes in the real world match the ones in my head.
The Flu That Stole Christmas – Part II
That smile is not forged from anything wholesome.
I left you last, Christmas Eve, 1am, while our last guest had to be escorted by my father who walked her two houses down from where she lived. She also had helped clean, although I believe broke a few dishes.
During the cleaning, we had set up an assembly line with my sister and mother bringing over all the glassware and dishes to the sink. Al, my sister’s boyfriend, washed everything by hand and then handed to me for the drying. My dad was breaking down the bar.
