In three days I will be in the air on my first plane trip ever. I know I keep blatherin on about it, but the excitement is unbeleiveable.

what IS unfortunate, however, is the lack of free time i am about to have between now and then. Today I am working till 830 in lockport. and I have agreed to be in springville at 730 to do the monthly inventory. Why? because I feel as though if I agree to tackle the unpleasant administrative tasks I will be looked upon as a leader in the company and thus aquire a)better job security and b) OVERTIME!

Tomorrow night is all about packing. Laundry. Packing. preparation. Because i work all day on thurs and as SOON as we get home we have to hit Sheas. Which I have never been to. Where do I park? how early before a show should I be there?

Come home and try to sleep? because we have to be at the airport at 430 am. Where do i park? ahhh its all new to me. Trepidation! trepidation! And how much is airport parking? booooooo expensivo!

Yesterday was shopping for Florida day. Let me inform you that shopping for a swimsuit is probably the most horrifying adventure that a chick with an extra pound (or two) could experience. First of all, everywhere I went the bathing suits were either:

A) 2 piece
B) Adorned with rhinestones
C) adorned with gaudy flowers
D) Ludicrously expensive
E) GOLD. Yes GOLD.

It was not the most pleasant experience. I haven't been in a bathing suit in over ten years. I feel quite exposed. I felt on several occasions that a wetsuit covered with a mumu would probably be the sexier option.

More importantly... yet another battle at buffalo tonight, if anyone here is interested! BUFFALO BREAKDANCING! WOOOO!

I've been listening to a book on tape - a really random gross one that I didn't realize was more of a romantical book than a historical fiction - which is more my interest. So of course today on my way home from work I was subjected to about 15 to 20 minutes of a sex scene that uses delightful words such as "member" and "maidenhood".

Oh and incidentally, part of the reason the sex scene was so long was because they had to keep pausing to wonder aloud if the ghost of his grandfather was watching. Or to describe, in detail, the number of petticoats the young gent had to fight his way through to do his husbandly duty and officially make her his wife. BLAH!

Point of the story? I was pulling into the city when I realized my face hurt from the awful jaw dropping expression that was apparently plastered all over my face during the entire drive.

Apparently listening to heterosexual romance sex scenes set in medieval england during my long drive just doesn't do it for me.

but on a brighter note - three years ago today lauren and i made out for like 3 hours at the bar. happy anniversary love!

Every time I go to the zoo i get faced with animal bums. so here is a fun new game for all of us to enjoy... NAME THAT ANIMAL BUM!!!








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and we have to check out (e:lauren)'s bum while she checks out animal bum.


and, oh my goodness look how (e:lauren) has shrunk!

I'm at work.... and its slow. Watching a kid across the street trying to bust his face open by riding his bike up a makeshift ramp. I'm afraid to look away in case he succeeds.

otherwise, the day is slow. dull. boring.

yesterday I enjoyed the 420 holiday by taking care of (e:lauren)'s hungover butt. We watched movies (i am normally too antsy for movies) which included Liar Liar and Pirates of the Caribbean. It was kinda as if the cable company knew that everybody would be stoned and ready to zone out to stupid movies all night.

today was my day to go back on my diet. i cheated soooo much in the past few days. so far so good.

i need to make up a list of all the things that I need to do before the trip, so i don't have to think about it.