Tuesday, November 7

I'm movin out again

I'm going to Texas this weekend to see Ken graduate from the program he's been going through. then he's going to come home and try to earn alotathousand dollars to go back and get certified in alot of things. i know he can do it. anyway, gonna be a full nest so i figure i'd make room and move out. gives the family alot more growing room. besides, for me, it's time again. i'm gettin antsy.

i found some neat places. now i just have to get into them. i'll send you some pictures when i do

Monday, November 6

Nothing is impossible. Some things are just less likely than others.

~Jonathan Winters

i thought it was apropriate for elections

When they call the roll in the Senate, the Senators do not know whether to answer 'Present' or 'Not guilty.'

~Theodore Roosevelt

What stories will you tell?

p>the Johnston's (my mom's side of the family) had a spur of the moment get together this weekend with the excuse of celebrating an uncle's birthday but we all went around and told stories and said things about Craig.

It got me thinking about what things you guys might say about me if you ever had the opportunity in this kind of setting.

it 's not like it made me worried about what stories might be told, because i could only think of one story that i wouldn't like told to all my family and friends at once and the only people that know it were involved themselves so wouldn't admit being associated. but the point is i thought of times you would have this opportunity... my birthday, my wedding, or after i admit to an equally rediculous story...

where i really want you guys to do this is my funeral

Saturday, November 4

what little black men are hiding in your closet?

for those that don't know i clean carpets for a living. i clean alot of empty houses and apartments for relastate management companies. sometimes there's alot of hair all up in my machine that i have to reach in and pull out. it always reminds me of the movie "the Grudge" which i have only seen the previews. incidently, my roomates saw it the same night we had the hostel prostitutes incident in Edinborough.

Anyway, so i'm in big empty house most of the day dealing with lots of scary hair with a machine that is loud enough to mask anyone sneaking up on me. on this one particular day i was in this empty house cleaning the carpet for about and hour..living room, first bedroom, second bedroom. i get to the second bedroom closet and open to be real thorough and clean inside....

there is a black guy standing up hiding in the corner. he looks real scared as we stand there for almost a whole minute staring at eachother until he slowly says, "you scared the hell out of me"

i just scared a black guy hiding in a closet by looking at him. i must be pretty ugly.

i said, "i scared you. you're hiding in a closet"

another minute of silence

"well, you can't stay here, i have to clean where your standing"

he explaind how he got drunk at a party, climbed thrtough a window, fell asleep in an empty room, and hid in the closet when i came in. i let him out and gave him a map to show him how to get out of the neighborhood.

i wish i had been quicker on my feet so when i opened the door and saw him hiding i wish i had reached out and touched him and said Tag you iT, heheheehe, and ran around the room in circles.

or here's a sobering thought

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i wish i had witnessed to him