I can be SUCH a moron. I was making a phone call a few moments ago and was messing with the stapler while I was listening for someone to answer. Right as thier voicemail picks up I staple my own thumb. Yes...that's right...I squeezed the stupid stapler and STAPLED MY OWN THUMB!!! WHO DOES THAT??? What a 'tard I am. I am happy to report that I think I will live through the ordeal. However, it was tramatic. I think I may stick an earring the the hole it left and start some new fashion trend.

How boring that I have nothing to really write lately. Here's to warmer days!!!

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I had SO much fun last night!!! A couple of friends and I met at La Sous Terre, a small white linen type place heavy on the European influence beneath Java Junction. We enjoyed a night of wine and reading. "Readings from the Underground" at La Sous Terre is an opportunity for people in the community to come listen to a reading of a book by the author. You also have the opprtunity to pick up signed first editions! It was SUCH a great time.

There we so many people crammed in to hear the readings that many were asked to come up to the front and sit on the floor like they did for readings years ago. I was an amazing night of friends, food, and literature. I can't wait for the next one!!!

I am so excited about "Readings From The Underground" tonight!! I thought this was a perfect opportunity to blog my favorite poem.

Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

I was driving in the car with Misty the other day and I had a CD in. The CD clicked over to "I'm Turning Japanese". She started laughing and she said "You know what that song is about, don't you". "Sure, I said...it's about a guy who ummm wants to turn Japanese" (Thinking back to the whole Karate Kid era and thinking I was so very smart). She says "It's about masterbation". "NO WAY!!!" How could such a great song be about some teenager into self love! Alas...I listened a little closer and you COULD get that idea. Oh who am I kidding, he's wacking off.

This takes me to all those issues where the school board won't let 3rd graders wear certain clothes or what have ya. As adults, I think we forget that kids see (and hear) things differently than we do. This would be why Universal can get by with all the adult refernces in Shrek...kids just don't know it can mean something different. So, stop being so uptight! Seriously, It's not "dirty" until we point it out to them. How about we stop pointing it out to them and let them remain as innocent as possible, for as long as possible.

__________WHO KNEW!_____________

I got your picture of me and you

You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"

I sit here staring and there's nothing else to do

Oh it's in colorYour hair is brown

Your eyes are hazel

And soft as clouds

I have to kiss you when there's no one else around

I got your picture, I got your pictureI'd like a million of you over myself

I want a doctor to take a picture

So I can look at you from inside as well

You've got me turning up and turning downand turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese I think I'm turning Japanese I really think so

I had Applebee's for lunch today and I suspect I will have the National Guard out looking for me momentarily. You see, the check came and I got my checkbook out to write it out for my meal. As I am doing so Dawn says "They don't take checks here anymore". I thought she was kidding. I laughed. Apparently I missed the tiny white sign as I entered the building that said "Please we no longer accept checks". WOOPS!!!

Realizing that I had about $7.00 cash I assume this is a problem. I write the check anyway and leave it on the table. Maybe that was me sticking it to "the man". Maybe it was my way of getting to meet Betty Jo, my future cellmate. Anywho...I have this fear that the police are going to show up with guns pointing at my tender little head demanding another form of payment.

No checks at Applebee's?? Is this a sign of the economy? It's hard to find somewhere with that "hometown feel" anymore. It's sad that people who cannot handle the idea of spending no more than they hold in thier finacial institution force the rest of us to go plastic.

Oddly enough...I could have paid with my credit card. Seriously though, who wants to pay intrest on thier Shrimp! It wasn't THAT good.

This past weekend was fun! My company had an awards dinner at Baja 600 on the Plaza. The lights were just as amazing as always as you can see from the pic. We decided not to go to the casino afterwards (which had become somewhat of a tradition) and went home. It was nice not staying up until 4 am!! Although, those were fun times too (insert evil grin here).