and so it was a road trip: a christmas story part II

So, where was I? Ah yes, a nine hour drive from SC, a stop over in Tennesse, grabbing a twin, and hitting the road. I wanted all you canadians to see to see just how far of a drive it is from south carolina to our place here in cali. Here is the link to see it on google maps:

http://www.google.com/maps?ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&hl=en&tab=wl&qen&tab=wl&q

(my directions thing didnt work, but you can see SC on the very far right side, and Cali, on the very far left -- for you geographically ignorant canadians).

So, after we left Tennesse, we only stopped for the neccessities, gas, food and the bathroom - in that order. I tell you, I saw some gnarly bathrooms on that road trip, but nothing beats the horror show that I was privy to in LA. We decided to detour south of our route, and bipass colorado, as they were having a snow storm, and instead drive the width of texas. That state is huge! We had dinner in the evening on the eastern boarder, drove all night, and when we had breakfast we were still in texas! I had the 2-5 driving shift, as we decided it may be best to let me drive when all other sound minded people were sleeping. I was driving when the sky started to lighten, and we could see that there was desert all around us -- but it wasnt as I imagined the desert to be. It was very pretty, with lots of hills and a beatiful sunrise.


We drove and drove and drove, and came close enough to the mexican border that we began to see patrol cars, another highly effective american plan to aid in illegal immigration (this is where i roll my eyes). Anyway, we saw a ton of those trucks, but not one illegal running around on the side of the road, so who knows, maybe they are infact effective (this is where you would hear my sarcasm if we were speaking).

Of course we saw some interesting billboards in texas, this one, didnt surprise me at all considering our location, but if was say, on the outskirts of vancouver, i think it would have been more strange. Regardless, i got a good laugh.



Speaking of odd billboards, i dont know if you can see whats in this picture or not, but its a giant wood and metal roadrunner. Its like, at least 15 feet high, maybe taller it was hard to tell from the highway.


Also an odd billboard, and a bad picture, is this billboard/wood cut out of a baby, playing by itself in a lone feild. As far as I can tell there is no Ad that goes with this baby. Its just a baby sitting, all alone, in a feild. Talk about neglect. Maybe its a subliminal public service announcement. Who knows, but it is definetly odd, dont you think? No offence texas, i know i know, dont mess with texas, even if they have strange things on the sides of their roads.


K theres nothing odd about this next shot, its just the classic desert cactus shot. It was SO warm here that i was uncomfortable in long sleeves when we stopped at the gas station.

Looks hot, dont it?


Once we got out of texas the drive seemed not to drag on as bad as it had been. Its possible by that time we were all just a bit sleep deprived, and were suffering from cabin fever. Everything seemed that much more funny, especially the orange sunglasses that stowed away in Cs glove box. They were hours of fun. Just ask Christopher.. doesnt he look like hes having a blast?


This shot is taken through the glasses. Like I said, they were hours of fun (for me anyway). Who needs photo shop, or sepia function on their cameras when you got a fancy pair of yellow sunglasses??




I was really amazed to see how much new mexico, and the southern edges of Cali were just like texas geographically speaking. I mean, i know it never rains where i am in cali, but we have greenery. There wasnt alot of that along the eastern cali border, and for the most part, its hard to tell where my pictures are from, after we hit texas.

Heres a cool shot, of what the area looked like generally. Really cool rock formations -- and cheryl i thought about you the whole way through this part, and how you'd climb every rock there if you had the chance. Especially this one!


The sun set a few hours after we crossed the Cali border, and it was a georgous sunset. My pictures just dont do it justice, but heres a few anyways.


I was a little dissapointed that the sun went down before we got to LA, cause i wanted to see what it looked like. Well that was before I went through LA. As far as Im concerned now, that place could fall into the ocean and i wouldnt think twice about it. It was terrible. We got lost. Had to use this bathroom at a gas station that was so gross it rivals the nasty shell at the corner of clark and 6th. You know the one, the one that has the black light in it so junkies cant shoot up in it? Not to mention the wonderful graffitti, garbage, and aroma of je ne sais quoi. Anyway, we went further into LA than we wanted to cause we veered off onto the wrong highway. We went pretty far into LA, turned off the highway to try to pee and get directions, when we got back on the freeway, it wasnt the one we got off of. So, in trying to find the freeway we were on before the gas station, we saw a sign for the original highway we had accidently gotten off. Ureeka, it was like a gift from god, and we were yet again, on our way home, after a 2 hour detour of HellLa. We had to drive through a mountain pass to get home, just out side of LA. I had no idea they had mountains there. It was so windy, christopher was double handed and white knuckling it on the steering wheel, and i still thought the wind was going to pick us up and put us in the other lane. We made it through, and shortly there after we were driving along, and christopher and I smelled this unbelievably horrid stench. I ignored it, blowing it off as a farm, but after about 10 minutes, it just got stronger, and there was no farm in sight. Christopher looked over at me and whispered that maybe his brother had had an "accident". I shook my head, no, its just not possible for a grown man to deficate in his own pants, with out copious amounts of drugs or alcohol. But, as time passed and the smell got worse, i was frightened to admit he may be right. I think eventually our giggling woke blake up, and we watched him through the rearview to see if he was upset about anything. Finally C broke down and asked him if everything was ok, and i guess my initial hypothesis was correct, altough we couldnt see them, we had to be passing some sort of farm. Blake was clean. Heheheh. I took over driving, and yet again, geography that i had previously considered hills, became yet again mountains, and of course the california fog rolled in right at that time. I looked over at the clock after about an hour or so of driving. It was midnight, on the button, new years eve. I looked over at blake, my perfect copiolet and muttered grumpily "happy new years" as i gripped the steering wheel, driving through foggy mountains about 2 or so hours from home. We made in at about 3am and went straight to bed, and i tell you, i havent slept that well in a very long time.

So you kids know, I am heading to vancouver for 10 whole days tomorrow! So, not that its that strange for me to go 10 days with out posting, but i thought id tell ya just incase any of you were wondering where the heck i was. For you other folks, I will see you very soon!

And so it was christmas: a christmas story, part I

Ah yes, another christmas come and gone. Christopher and I were talking about it yesterday, and we both agree that it feels like we've been back for over a month. I thought about it, and realized that Christmas WAS almost a month ago now. Time just flies.

So, we started our trip in the monterey airport at 4am. Because of the time of year, and the elevated saftey threat, we were advised to fly 2 hours early. What a bunch of BS, the front desk checker inner people dont even show up until 4:30, and of course our people were late. Oh well, I like getting little sleep the night before I fly, so I can sleep the whole way there. Note to readers: people do not enjoy getting their photographs taken at 4 am. ESPECIALLY people who barely tollerate it at a decent hour.


So, we arrived in Nashville in the afternoon, the flight was uneventful, and our luggage arrived on time, as we did. Thats always a bonus. We only stayed a night, but I got to meet Christopher's grandparent who were very sweet. His grandfather was funny as hell. I also got to meet their family's new dog jack, a rescued shitzu (or how ever you spell it), who has recently undergone some serious surgery from being attacked by the neighbour's dog -- so jack is on his 3rd doggie life. We had a wonderful dinner out, where we saw Reba Macintyre the country singer. She has a house out that way, and looks exactly as she does on TV.


So, left to right in this picture are the grandparents, Christopher's mom, his twin, him, and in the front his step dad.

So the next day, we got into Christopher's truck, and made our way to his dads house in South carolina. Jack decided he should drive.



It was about a 9 hour drive to Christopher's dad and step mom's house, and other than a little rain, it was a nice drive. They have these GINORMOUS fireworks stores littered all over the highways out there. I mean, they are bigger than Cosco!



Seriously, can you believe this? Its a far cry from buying bottle rockets out of the "bad kids" locker in Junior high, like most canadian kids are forced to do.



There wasnt a ton to look at along the way, a few rolling hills that the locals probably call mountains, but are nothing but hills if you live near the rockies (as most of my fan base does). I managed to pull off a nice shot of a lake that were zooming past at like 120kms. Its one one of the local "mountains" I was talking about.


We made it to his dads house in one piece, and only with a tad of car trouble as we were arriving. Something about the gears, but as I dont know much about cars, and less about stick shifts, I will leave it at "car trouble". We got in late, so late the furballs were all long asleep under the christmas tree.

I snapped a few shots with my camera, but as some of you already know, one of my favorite things about going to Christopher's dads place is that i get to use his camera, so the next day he pulled it out for me, and I didnt use my camera one more time that trip. Very cool... he burned all my pics from his camera onto a disc, and of course now i cant find it anywhere, so all my pics from SC are lost. I did however get one shot of Paddi's (c's step mom) brother's pugs. They were SO sweet... I wanted to take them home with me.

I also got a picture of C and me, in my new shirt that his dad and Paddi got for me











Unfortunetly, thats all the shots i have from his dads place, too bad too cause its a cool house. They have a silo built into part of it, it was a real silo, and they redid the inside of it. We slept at the top of it the first few nights we were there. Its got a winding staircase to get to the top, and has a tin roof. It rained while we were there, and it sounded SO cool on the silo's tin roof. So, we stayed in SC for a few days, had a nice relaxing time, didnt do a whole hell of alot. Ate, shopped, and put a few puzzles together. That was fine with me. We headed back to nashville, where Christopher made me drive my first drive longer than 5 minutes not on a country back road. Yes, i learned how to drive stick on a highway going through what seemed alot more like mountains when IM driving. EEK. I drove for a couple of hours on the highway, then through part of the city, with lights and everything. I found it very stressful, but got us there without stalling. I was overly thankful when C said I could pull over and he would drive the rest of the way. I wouldnt have driven at all, but he pitched such a fit that i felt so bad i had to drive. We were at a gas station, where he announced your driving, and tried to get into the passanger seat. I didnt agree, and fought him for the passenger seat -- the whole while pleading "STOP.. your making a scene.. just DRIVE". Well, he won the wrestle, and beat me into the seat, so i just sat on his lap. He wasnt impressed - got out, and drove in silence for about an hour. Finally, like i said, i felt SO bad, i was forced to tell him i'd drive. And drive i did. SO we made it back to tennesse, stayed another night, had a very nice time. We went to the Opry mills hotel, which is HUGE. They get all decorated with lights at christmas, and lots of people go. Its hard to see the hotel, but thats the front view of one of the buildings, with all the trees lit outside.






So, thats opry mills hotel. It was pretty. They sure do deck the halls there every year. Im glad I got a chance to see it.

So, we slept at his moms, house, woke up the next day, had a great breakfast prepared by debbie (Cs mom).. and then me, christopher, and his twin brother blake hit the road. Little did i know at that time that that night was the last time id sleep in a bed for 6 states, and like 3000 miles. The boys decided that it would be a good idea to drive straight through to cali. But, I will leave that tale for my next post, a christmas story, part II.

Ho Ho Ho

Well well well.. its that time of year again. For those of you who dont know, me and Christopher are flying into nashville, gunna see his mom and brother. We're not staying there though, were only gunna grab his car and then were driving to South Carolina to spend the holiday with his dad. We're then driving back to nashville, spending some time there with his mom, and kidnapping his brother and driving back to california. So, We will be driving from coast to coast. So.. everyone think good thoughts for the weather for our drive back.


Now.. some cool news. Im planning a trip home. I havent booked my ticket yet, we are still in the planning stage of it all... and need to figure out how long Christopher's brother is staying with us. But, its looking like i will be there mid to late January. Im gunna fly into seattle, cause its like 300$ cheaper. So.... my sweet heart rachel has offered to either pick me up, or take me back down to seattle.... so....... that only leaves me needing one ride. So..... if theres any one with a car looking for some extra karma points, lemme know. Ill give you double the points for a trip down to seattle. A great way to make good on any bad things you did at Christmas.. ;)

Well everyone. Stay safe this holiday. Have lots of fun, eat lots of food, and open lots of presents. I miss you all, and cant wait to see you.

I told you my socks were too small for your feet!

So, christopher and I have been having this ongoing argument about whether he fits into my socks or not...cause he steals em all the time and i tell him not to. Well, i think we can all see who won that argument today.

Id forgo a pair of socks, even my most comfie ones, just to confirm my rightness in an argument. And i know that a few (if not all) of you would make the same sacrifice.

As for everything else here in monterey... its quiet -- which is nice. Nothing too eventful has happend, but tomorrow is american thanksgiving. We got a bird to stuff and cook, and Christopher has a 4 day weekend. So, technically today is his friday... weeeeeeeeeee!

Ive taken a few random pictures over the last bit here, and wanted to post about em, but they dont really constitute their own post, so.. i figured id do like what sitcoms do when they dont have any bright ideas for a new episode, ill do a clips episode -- a picture montage.

Im not sure this picture turned out well enough for people to be able to tell what it is. I know cause i took it. But, we had the coolest full moon here the other week, and thats a shot of it, comming up between the trees.

This is a picture of el gato. He likes to come in and pose for me. Turned out kinda cool i think. I took like a hundred (ok im exagerating) so i was bound to get a good one. He was in here the other day, and didnt like the fact that i was paying attention to the computer instead of him, so he hopped up infront of the monitor. Please note his unimpressed look. You can really see the fog in that one, when it blows in like that, its like sitting in the clouds -- you can totally just watch them blow by. That day in particular, it was pretty strange.. the fog was rolling in up the hill, then it would receed again, only to slowly crawl back up the hill. It was like the ocean was breathing in cold enough weather to be able to see each breath.

This last shot is the same one that i posted above, i just kinda farked around with it on this arty photoshop like program. I thought it turned out kinda cool, so i figured id post it.

Well, thats the end of my clips montage. Hope you enjoyed it, please tune in again next week, same time, same place.

here fishy fishy fishy fishy

So we finally went to the aquarium here. Not really alot to say about it, besides the fact that it was HUGE, and filled with a ton of little kids. I guess the pictures are pretty self explanitory.


that creepy thing im touching in this picture is some sort of crap. Yes, your allowed to touch things in this part of the aquarium.

house guest

So, we have had a friend just begging to come and stay with us, and finally we broke down and let him in.





His name is technically Sachel, but we have dubbed him "el gato" which i believe is spanish for the cat. Lol.. knowing my ability in spanish, weve probably been calling him little tree or something like that for all i know. Anyway, thats his name now as far as im concerned - no matter what it really means. El gato's owner lives upstairs, and over a few apartments. He is NOT douglas's cat as i first believed (thank god). Douglas, by the way has moved out. Hooray for us.



So, anyway.. el gato is one of the nicest cats ive ever met (besides THE Kat of course). He leaps out at you from behind the bushes, to attack you for some vicious petting. He meows ALL the time, even when your petting him he makes this little MAh mah m

ah sort of sound. He also drools if he is really into being pet. This picture is not the most flattering, but it shows you, my dedicated reader, how el gato meows all the time, even when posing for a photograph. Though, this picture was taken on halloween, and i wonder if maybe he wasnt just a tad possessed that night.


He is a very sweet cat. He likes nothing better than just to curl up on your lap and take a nap. It was after him that the term catnap was coined im sure. Dont tell christopher, but I brough him in today again, and he curled up on my belly while i read some stephen king. We both ended up sleeping. Im not sure who drooled more.

catching up

well... i guess its been a long time since i wrote anything. Ive had alot on my mind, and havent gotten around to blogging. The weather has been nice, all the locals are saying that were getting a nice indian summer here. There hasnt been much fog, so the stars over the bay at night look fantastic. Furthermore, we get killer cool sunrises too. They're much prettier than the sunsets.
Even for 6:30 am theyre pretty. And it takes alot to be pretty that early in the morning.


So, another event in the Douglas-the-bad-neighbour-saga.. we got a knock on the door fairly late in the evening the other night. Christopher and i just kind of looked at each other, knowing that late night knocking is never good. So, christopher answers the door.. and yes, its Douglas. Get this... hes holding a piece of paper, and he says "well im sure youve heard by now that im being evicted, im fighting it, and was hoping that you would sign this" he passes the paper towards Christopher, who looks at it - its hand written - and he askes "what does this word say" pointing at a scribbled word. "it says neighbour" Douglas replies. Christopher just looks at Douglas, like hes kidding, and says bluntly "no, i dont think so". He closes the door, and tells me the paper said "i would like it if douglas continued to be my neighbour." So, yeah.. we didnt sign it. I on the other hand, may have taken the paper, and signed YA RIGHT.. or.. NOT ON YOUR LIFE.. or something to that effect.

The other night, i was sleeping as most people are doing at 4:30am. Its been nice enough here to sleep with the bedroom window wide open, and i like seeing the stars as im falling asleep, so we sleep with the blinds pulled all the way up. So... im laying there (as most people do when most people are sleeping at 4:30am) when i wake up suddenly. I was kind of groggy and confused, and couldnt figure out why i woke up. Then i heard the noise. It sorta sounded like some one was creeping around under my window. I heard it a week ago or so, but couldnt see any one when i looked... as was the case this time. After scowering the back feild thing under my window, i layed back down. But, a second later i heard the noise again. i cracked it up to me being paraniod, probably just the neighbours cat catching bugs or something. So, i managed to fall back asleep, just to be woken up about 10 minutes later to dogs in the neighbourhood barking.. i laid there a second.. then heard the noise. Not the same noise.. no no no.. this was spooky.. it was almost a tearing sound. It was so strange. No grogginess this time. I woke right up, sat straight up, straining my ears to listen to the sound. But, as soon as i sat up, the bed creaked and the noise stopped. Wide eyed, i stared out the window, only to see the same wide eyed look times 4 looking back at me. Naturally, i took a picture. For those of you that cant tell, thats four raccoons climbing the tree right outside my window. They looked at me, i looked at them... Im not sure who was more shocked. They decided the tree wasnt as safe as they had originally thought, so they proceeded to climb back down. It took forever, and the sound of their claws in the bark was almost as bad as nails on a chalkboard. Needless to say, ive stopped putting bread outside the window for the birds... and i havent seen the racoons since.

starting fights (a story for cheryl)

So.. theres one thing that im good at, and thats starting a good fight. Unfortunetly today, i started a fight, unbeknownst to me. A fight really isnt fun unless both parties are awear its happening. Otherwise, one side may be too in shock to be able to act accordingly as was the case today. This fine afternoon, i was taking a cab home from a long day at the doctors. OK.. wait. Lemme start at the begining. I had to go to the doctor today, its far enough away that i have to take a cab to get there (and back). The base sits at the top of the hill that i now live on the other side on, and the doctor's office is way on the bottom of the other side. So, when ever we need to go via cab into monterey, we just cut through the base (like i needed to do today). You just have to have base ID which me and christopher both have. Its NEVER a problem, the cabbies never really seem to mind -- they do however have to pop the trunk and their hoods to show they aint packing a car bomb -- but no biggie right? OK so, I go to the doctor, take a cab through base --which like always isnt a problem. The doctor's appointment is for an MRI for my knees which as some of you know have been bothering me on and off for just over a year now. So any way, i was under the impression that an mri was like some new age technology that would be speedy and .. all new-age-technology-like. WRONG. Its this huge bulky LOUD machine that takes FOREVER to take a series of pictures. I have no idea how many the thing actually takes but i was in there for like an hour and a half. The actual picture taking (and sitting perfectly still) lasted for about an hour. Not my idea of a good time. So, after this wonderful way to spend my afternoon, I walk to the place where cabs wait for fares, but there isnt any, so i call one. I give the dispatcher my location, and my destination which is right out side the back gates of the base. To cut through base, its like a 5 minute drive.. straight up the hill, in the main gate to the base, and right out the back and your at my place, or... you can go all the way around the base, down a road like robson street, with traffic galore, and tons of one way and "you cant turn here" streets - which takes about 15 minutes. So, when the cab gets there i say what i always do when i get in. I give em my address, and then let them know i have an ID that gets me through base, so id like to cut through. Often the cabbies ask if you can cut through, sometimes they dont... i figure they hope they get the more expensive go around fare. So ive learned just to let em know right away you got ID and you want the cheap direct route, no funny business. OK.. so i get in.. say my speal.. then ask the guy how his day has been, you know polite cabbie chit chat. He barks out back to me "it was fine until you asked to cut through the base" He was so rude about it i thought he may be kidding, then i thought maybe i was in one of those candid camera cars so i looked around, but no camera. He immediately launches into this lecture about how weird it is for me to ask to cut through base, and that no one makes requests like that. I politely said that as i dont have a car, and i live right on the other side of base, that i frequently take cabs through the base, and not one cabbie has said a word about it. All of this takes place in about 2 blocks. He was still ranting when i said, "look if its that much of a problem for you to go through base, just let me out here, ill call another cab".. i wasnt rude, though i should have been.. i really was just totally in shock about the whole thing. So he says to me that letting me out is a good idea, but he wants me to pay the 3.00$ - and let me tell ya, he wasnt asking nicely. I said "look, your the one with the problem here, im not paying you cause you dont want to take me where i want to go." He promptly pulled over, and said abruptly "get out" so i did. I was good too. I didnt slam the door, i didnt yell.. i didnt really say much. I got out my cell and called the cab company... and got the dispatcher on the line. Before i could tell him what had happened, he said to me that a replacement cab was on its way. He didnt appologise, he didnt even hear me out. THATS when i got mad. I was furious. And just at that second the cabbie that kicked me to the curb drove by, and thats when i gave him the finger. Unfortunetly, it was rush hour at a busy intersection, and im sure 4 other drivers thought i was giving them the finger.. but ohwell. I felt better about the whole thing.

who needs rooster fights -- lets bet on fish

OK ok ok.. so i havent blogged in forever. And im left wondering, is my life so boring that i have absolutely NOTHING to report to those who care enough to read my blog? Surely I have something that is happening in my life that is worth relaying. For the last week, or two even, ive thought this through, and the only answer i have is... god my life is boring. Boring is good though, its calm and lacking in crisis. So.. i can deal with that. Seriously though, I have finally have something worth blogging about -- there are 2 new members to my family. Blog -- meet Mortimer and Demitrius the 3rd... Demitrius & Mortimer-- meet my blog.
As some of you fish experts out there may know, these are called Bettas which are also known as fighting fish. You cant put 2 of em in the same tank, cause theyll kill each other. I didnt really believe that, no you sickos i didnt put em in the same tank to find out... but.. i didnt believe it cause they really dont do anything. These fish are Lazy (note the capital L). Seriously, they dont do a thing, and often i catch them napping on their plants... too lazy to swim even. So, i put their tanks really close together to see if i could get some action out of these two.. and sure enough if they didnt puff up all their fins and what not, and start slamming into the sides of their tanks to try to get to one another. So, now once every few days, i do that to ensure theyre getting their proper excercise (and im getting my proper entertainment). Anyway, i think that there is some market potential for this. I mean, think about all the cash those illegal rooster fights bring in... and you have to spend so much to feed and care for roosters. So, just think, there would be some serious gain in cash just by the small overhead there is in caring for these fuckers. Betta fighting could have some serious economic potential.

Betta fish: $4.00
Betta bowl: $5.00
Betta food: $2.00
Betta carnage: Priceless...

" i just sat on your glasses, but i think theyre ok"

"if you were my neighbour, i wouldnt like you very much either"

So... were finally starting to meet people in the building, but i think i liked it better before. We've had this ongoing saga thatsbrewing with the guy who lives upstairs that raged this weekend to the point of calling the police. I guess i should start at the begining... douglas is about 60 he is bald on top and has a HUGE mustash to make up for it. Ive never trusted anyone with a big mustash -- if you ask me theyre hiding something, besides their upper lip. Anyway.... douglas drinks wine. Alot of wine from what i can tell. He also doesnt seem to go to work. If he does work, its not until after noon, so he can stay up fairly late. Douglas also hates our building manager. I mean hate with a capital H. We have a leak in our bathroom comming from his bathroom, and hes been refusing to let the manager in to his place to fix it. Douglas is also the type of guy that corrects you if you call the building manager the landlord. It really irks him. Douglas is close to 60 and has been living here for 30 years. Thats half of his life drinking and carrying on with loud voices as he does. Douglas likes to get his freak-on with his girlfriend in the wee hours of the morning/night. I dont mind an active social life, as long as i dont have to hear it but.. hes got this squeek in his bed that is loud enough to wake both Christopher and myself out of a deep sleep. He also likes to get his freak on in the tub (believe me i know cause i can hear it), but i believe thats how the leak ended up destroying our ceiling. OK..so.. the story goes like this. Douglas has either kept me and C up, or woken us more than half of the days/nights weve been here so far. This place has thin walls and floors, but like good neighbours we've been biting our tongues. Well, the other night douglas had a lady friend over. They stayed up late drinking (or i assume they were cause youd have to be drunk to hang out with douglas)... so first it was the same crap as always.. loud voices, music.. till after we went to bed.. well till after C was able to fall asleep. I laid there staring at the ceiling where i listened to them walk to the bathroom where they proceeded to have a bath and get funky. It was truely gross -- between the swishing of the water, the squeeking on the bottom of the tub, or the constant Drip drip dripping of their sex water trickling down onto my bathroom floor -- i thought i was going to puke. Finally they quieted down enough for me to fall asleep...not for long of course. We were both woken up by the perverts squeeking bed.. We laid there for a bit.. trying to decide what to do.. but i mean, his bed is LOUD. You could hear it all.. and we really didnt want too. After 2 weeks of his shit, and the fact that Christopher had to get up at 5:30 (it was after 1am by this point) this was the straw that broke the cammels back. Christopher stood straight up in the bed, and gave a sturdy knock on the ceiling at the fornicators. They stopped... for like 2 minutes, and then started back up like nothing had happend. The next day i was home alone.. and douglas was making a ton of noise upstairs. Well.. we had just gotten our computer speakers all hooked up, all 5 of them with a bass box and all. So..every time douglas got loud, i turned up the music. I can play that game.. Anyway, he never came to talk to me or anything... instead he waited until later that night (thank god C was there - or it may have gotten realllly ugly) he came down and knocked on our door. We answered and he said.. ."did i offend you last night"? we said.. "well it wasnt offensive persay but you were keeping us up so i thought id let you know.."
"well id appreciate it if you didnt do that again, its very rude".. we said something about how we dont enjoy listening to him, that hes kept us up more nights than not.. it kinda went back and forth for a bit.. with him getting a bit more beligerant as the conversation went on. Finally, he says.. well im flattered i keep you up, im old enough to be your father. And i quickly say, "ya, but that doesnt mean you get to talk to us like you are, maybe you should come back and we'll discuss this when your not drunk". Well. He sure didnt like that. He started ranting "well stick a finger in your dimple" He headed up the stairs to his place, we closed the door. It wasnt even but 2 minutes that he was back knocking on our door. C opened it, and he started threating to call the cops on us, and that if he did C "would get kicked out of his school and sent to iraq" and then of course ranted some more about my dimples. We got our landlord (sorry... our BUILDING MANAGER) to call the cops... who came promply as they have delt with douglas more than once in the past. They took our statements first, where i pretended to almost cry, accusing him of harrassing us (a cute, nice young military couple) by saying C was going to die in iraq, and that he wanted to touch me inappropriatly. I have to admit, hollywood needs to discover me. Anyway... they went up to douglas' place, where he then tried convince the cops he was right.. and the cops didnt like that. The one thats delt with him before actually said "if i was your neighbour i woudnt like you very much either". As far as im concerned that was the victory right there.

Humans: a definition

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a15KgyXBX24

This is possibly one of the best things ive seen posted on the net - a must see. Enjoy.

boating and unpacking - oh my

wow.. what a packed weekend, and it sure went fast. We got a call saturday that christophers stuff was arriving sunday. I was enjoying a pleasant day boating when we got the call.

I think my cigarette boat could have gone faster if it wasnt for the chain linking it to the coin box. But, i still had fun.

So, as many of you know, christopher's stuff came from tennesse. The airforce hired a moving company from that area to get his stuff over here. Man, now that guy was "about as country as you can get" according to christopher.

I have not seen a mullet that fine (or that greasy) in a very long time - if ever.

Now, i shot this picture on the sly, so its not very good, but i had to show off this mullet even if it wasnt a great representation of it.

That is also a picture of my font door. Charming isnt it?

We also got a smoking deal on a couch this weekend. Heres christopher, taking the new couch for a test ride, tired out before the mover even came..

and a picture of our technology hub where we sat for hours on the floor infront of the laptop, as weve been without a phone or tv or stereo.

Once we get everything set up, ill take some more pics of what the place looks like all set up.. as it is now, its insane but atleast looks lived in. I also have a table for the laptop, instead of that fancy box that its on in that picture. So, were living the highlife. lol..

I miss you all tons. Take care.