Hallmark's e-cards will not load. And I'm sad because I wanted to send one to my mom.

It's too damn hot in here today. I keep turning the AC down but nothing helps. Stuffy and sneezy.

I'm having mixed emotions about something. Have you ever been committed to something that you know you really should not be committed to and you try to break that commitment and that just screws you up even worse? Auuggghh!

And it seems I've been invited to a party that I never actually got the invitation to. An invitationless invite. What a concept.

In response to my snide little comment he said, "And I know how to use it, right?" I replied, "I know how to use it. And that makes all the difference."

He's still wondering.

It's a Varitable Where's Waldo

It's amazing how popular I've become lately. Google searches, anonymous emails saying someone's searching for me. Funny thing though, they obviously have my email address, just email me you freaks! It's not like my address is all that complicated. If you wanna know something about me, quit snooping around and just ask me. Don't be skeered. I don't bite. That hard.

Well boys and girls, it's been a dramatic couple of days in my life. I'm sure some of you will get the whole 411 the next time we're all out and the crown and coke starts flowing. I guess there are just some points in your life where you really question the worth of having certain relationships in your life. Is it worth all the pain? Because sometimes it seems endless. And pointless.

But the sun'll come out tomorrow, yada yada yada. I know. Except sometimes tomorrow isn't only a day away. Sometimes it's years away. And that's hard. And it's hard to watch people you love go through times like that.

Anywho, what a horrible, terrible, no good, very bad, yucky, rainy day. But I've got my Louis Armstrong in and I'm tryin to get happy :) We'll see how that works.

Kenny E.'s got pictures up from his new handy dandy camera phone. (**Note** To my certain, politically charged, right-wing, NRA member, die hard conservative friends: You might wanna skip the above link. I'm not trying to incite a riot.)

Ya'll have a good day.

Thoughts from the Southside

Living up to this standard
I quit when I turned
Fifteen and a half
Because that's when he kissed me
And I knew everything they'd been telling me
Was a lie
I just wanted to be safe
And no safe place was found
But the cool Friday nights
Felt right
And smelled like cheap cigarettes
And sweet like love
And still do
I've been coerced
And questioned
And taunted
And accused
And I've never apologized
I never will
Because I'm being the most real me
I can
And I know you are only
Maybe twenty-five cents
On my dollar
And I got lots more to make
You keep talking
And I hear you
I know you're surprised
But this is a small town
And your loyal friends
Are just like you
So quit being so sad
Little southside girl
You put that face on every day
For the life you're supposed to have
Pretty house and pretty girls
With prettier clothes
Try authentication for five minutes
And the next time someone asks you
How you met your made man
Tell them it was in a bar
See how honesty feels
It's addicting

Well, good news for you boys out there. As it turns out, they're not totally sure that wearing your cell phone on your hip will lower your sperm count. Whew! What a relief! I know you all were worried.

Anyway, was just flipping through the latest issue of Relevant. And I think I'm a fan. Two issues ago I kinda wrote them off because they had a big write up on Joshua Harris. And those of you not proficient in Christian-ese probably have no clue who Joshua Harris is. He's the poster boy for "courtship" and the idea that "dating" is deviant and inherently sexual. And as some of you know, because we've had extensive conversations about this subject, I am of the opinion that the hard-core "courting is the only way" mind set is a massive cop out for people who are either 1)afraid they'll never find someone, and/or 2)think that sex is the be all and end all of positive human existence and aren't confident they can control themselves in a dating situation.

So anywho, this issue of Relevant seems to be spot on. And they have restored my faith in their take on Progressive Christian Culture. (Sorry for advertising for the competition, Ryin. Do you guys have a magazine??)

Man this Monday has gotten really busy. Screamin babies everywhere. And I gotta work late tonight. Makes me wish I was coming home to something cool. Or something period. Well, there's Tucker I guess. He'll do for now.

Haven't even been out 2 months and I'm enrolling in grad school classes. Our little girl's all grown up :)

Love and Prayers

I got an email saying the Red Dirt Rangers were in a helicopter crash on Saturday night. The pilot and co-pilot were killed. The guys are in the hospital in Tulsa but relatively ok. Nothing sounds life threatening, they're just busted up pretty bad. Say a prayer for them and their families today.

Pretty please

Dear friends and neighbors,

Please update your links to daisy-girl.net, as at the end of the week (tentatively) I will be disabling the old one :)

Thanks alot and everybody have a peachy keen Monday.

Lunchtime Thoughts

While I am not a die hard Don Pablos fan because they charge for queso, I am a fan of their chicken chimichanga.

Maybe I should make a cameo at the WD tonight. I haven't been there with my drinking buddy aficionados in ages.

Sometimes you just feel stuck, ya know.

Praise God for ebay. And for my dad who lets me keep the money.

I always ask people, "So what's your next big thing?" Meaning what's the next exciting thing that's going to happenin your life? I don't have a next big thing right now, and I want one. Hmmmm, let's see, maybe a vacation, a date, a boyfriend, a cute new strappy pair of shoes, a visit to see lil sis? Somethin!

I love my kitty. I sleep better when he sleeps with me. Lately he's been curling up next to my legs at night. I love him love him love him. And he's not fat, he's just big boned.

Victoria's secret, Sweet Temptations lotion. Yummmmmm. Big fan.

Where am I gonna live when I move in September? I will not move to the southside. I will NOT move to the southside. I don't care how much gas I burn going to school.

Just thinking about Charlie and the Chocolate Factory thanks to Kevin. Still to this day, when I open a Hershey's bar, the thought crosses my mind, maybe, just maybe I got the gold ticket. The Oompa Loompas scared me. Little evil blue men.

Being a sheltered little preacher's kid, I never knew who Twisted Sister was until I saw Flight of the Navigator. Man I loved that movie. I watched it a thousand times and still got seriously worried every time that his family was never gonna remember who he was once he found them after he got off the space ship.

May bust outta here early today if nothin's going on. It's a nice day.

Favorite Childhood Movies

Wizard of Oz
Alice in Wonderland
Mary Poppins
Pinnochio
Boy Who Could Fly
Flight of the Navigator
Anything with Kirk Cameron in it
Sixteen Candles
Pretty in Pink
3 Men and a Baby
Princess Bride

and a whole host of others I'm sure I'm forgetting. Comment with your own :)

I love honey nut cherrios.

Daisy-girl.net is up and running :) Link at your own risk.

Peace out.

Ever the Quick Change Artist

Hello boys and girls. Welcome to the new Daisy Girl blog! You may be thinking, Gee, this looks a whole lot like this other girl's blog.... Lest you be deceived, I am not that "other girl." I am Daisy Girl. How dare you! :)

It has recently come once again to my attention that my life is an incessant fish bowl. Whisperings have been heard around town, She has a website. Have you seen it? Oh my gosh, she has a website. Please keep in mind that curiosity did indeed kill the cat. And while visiting my blog will not kill you, for a few, it will overwhelm and boggle the mind as to how a sane, fully functioning, dare I say Christian woman could produce such shockingly true and splendidly imperfect writing. But yes, I've done it once again. My life has been one huge, twenty-four year experiment in seeing just how much BS it takes for someone to put on their high, haughty, Baptist Betty hat and run over to the local salon to catch the girls up on the latest scandal.

Oh girls, girls, girls. I guess we'll leave it at that.

Anyway, so take note of the new address... and lack of identity :) Daisy-girl.net is coming soon... once the customer service guy at Surpass quits yelling at me. He's mad at me because I'm not a computer programmer. I can hear it coming through the www... MOVE! Anyway, that should be done in the next day or two, and Daisy-girl.net will be much easier to type in than that long Cox address. Patience, my dear. Patience.

Anywho, welcome to the vast, wide, intellectual, insane, and sometimes incessantly sensual world of Daisy Girl. Pull up a chair. Stay a while :)

BFF

Ok, I know I said I was taking a break, but maybe it was just a short break. Maybe I'll only blog intermittently for a while. So don't send me angry emails asking me to blog. I'm not leaving forever, just slowing down. Maybe. We'll see.

Anyway, I have to say like the biggest, most gigantic, HUGE thank you to Whitney Ann. You know, not everyone has a friend in their lives who will take it upon themselves to give you a little pick-me-up when things are not looking so great at that moment in your life. Whitney called me and said, Screw it. Get your clothes on, we're going out.

And we did :)

We had yummy yummy (Whitney claims, the world's absolute best) Chicken Fajitas at Chilino's in Bricktown. Then we headed to the Dog for Badwater. It's not the same show when they open, but they're just as bad ass. The place was packed. And I gotta say thank you to Jeff again. Man, what would I do without him. Boy just plain old keeps me hooked up with nothin more than a wink and a smile. We got into kind of an interesting conversation with Brandon and Blake who were selling merch for TGD. Anywho, then we continued the party at Russell's w/ Drew in tow. It's funny how worked up we get when we start into conversations about certain things. Russell's was really loud and pretty crowded and Drew and I had an extensive screaming at the top of our lungs (so we could hear each other) conversation about music and the music scene in Oklahoma while Whitney played hostess making trips back and forth from the bar. :)

So all in all, it served as a nice Saturday night distraction and I came away from it with a renewed thankfulness for the friends in my life who know where I'm coming from-- for friends that ask the hard questions-- and listen to the hard answers. Not many people truly have that. And I am blessed.

(P.S. Whit, once again, our theory proved true. Things always end up working out. Drinks are on me ASAP :) )

I'm going to take a short break. I'll be right back after this word from your local station:

Final Girl
My California Boyfriend
Tyranny
Say Goodbye to Madpony
Left Feet
Tony Pierce

So Badwater was every bit as awesomelyterrificfansticorgasmicallyfabulous as I remember them being. It's been since St. Patty's day. That's a long time boys :) (That's my fault, I know.)

Bobby Wayne plays barefoot. How can you resist that??

Random Thoughts for Friday

People have spelled my name wrong for 24 and a half years. I still can't get used to seeing it: Ashley

How come I've never dated a police officer?

Or a fireman for that matter.

June 25th is gonna be a good day. Well, for me at least. Fahrenheit 9/11 baby. Should be an interesting flick.

Don't forget Pop's day on Sunday. I'll be celebrating it with the new family. Wish me luck.

Ready for the show Saturday. TGD and MOST OF ALL.... Badwater. Yummmm-mmmeeeeee.

I'm better now. I think.

Can I just be in a pissy mood for a while. PLEASE!

13 Dollars and a Flask of... No. Wait. Just 13 Dollars.

So that's how much I got til July 1st. Damn. Hello Ramen. Hello Daddy. **Big puppy dog eyes**

For the record, I think the taxes on car tags and titles are so much bullshit in this state. I'm just sayin. Because of the state of Oklahoma, I cannot enjoy the frosty beverages I would like to this weekend. Therefore, they are hindering my quality of life. I think I will sue for pain and suffering. And I will never be broke again. All because the damn state is keeping me from getting drunk.

So there.

The Power of Christ Compels You!

So I'm feeling generally icky today. Just my life... Kinda like Kevmo's been doing. It must be going around. So I come to work ready to get a little work done. I'm right in the middle of writing a letter in Microsoft Word. My computer totally blitzes on me. Scrambled screen. WTF! So I say a few bad words and shut the computer off then turn it on again. So I reboot. Open Word. And the little paper clip dude pops up. He's always there to greet me with, "It looks like you're writing a letter, would you like help?..." or "To convert a table to text, select the table..." or "To convert existing text to a table..." and so on and so forth. All kinds of annoying technical advice for all my word processing needs.

Except this morning.

So my computer mysteriously scrambles and shuts down. I open word to resume writing my letter which, by the way, has autosaved, thank God. And the little paper clip guy pops up.

Never dive into murky waters.

AAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! WTF! WTF! WTF! It's possessed!!! Where's my technical advice you little demonoid freak!!

So now I'm trying to think, what murky waters am I about to dive into?? It's like The Ring and FeardotCom all rolled into one freaky Microsoft horror fest.

Mostest Low Carbest, Ever.

I'm assuming most of you already know that Whitney and I are veritable creative geniuses, so I won't bore you by stating the obvious :) Give us a few apple martinis, a few bellini's, a few cape cods, and a few hours and we'll make your head spin.

I'm telling you, if we follow through with our current creative genius plan, we're going to be millionaires. I'm not kidding. One morning you'll flip on the tube before work and here a familiar voice saying, "Thanks for having us Katie. But before we start I've gotta comment on the unprofessionalism that is a short shirt without hose while on-air. Love ya chick, but it had to be said." And you'll be OMG! That's Ashly! And wait! There's Whitney too! And then you'll try to call our cell phones but we'll be unavailable cuz you can't take calls on-air :)

All I'm saying is never underestimate two twenty-something single girls who are on a mission to find a wealthy benefactor to finance their revolutionary creative schemes!

Boys, please take note:

The way to a girl's heart, and *ahem* the way to other various places on her person, is through your cologne.

Ralph Lauren has some new fragrences out, if you're into him. I prefer something a bit more subtle and less overdone.

FYI.

Some things are just so much bigger than we are.

Learn from them.

Today, June 11th, is the day chosen for the nation to celebrate the life of Ronald Reagan. I normally try to stay away from making political statements in my blog, but today, I feel it's appropriate.

As most of you have probably gathered, I do not consider myself to be a conservative or a republican. And I was only two years old when Reagan was elected president. I have no official stance on his administration or his presidency. However, I will acknowledge the good along with the bad. Many of the press have made it clear they are not happy with the imbalance of the reporting and reminiscing of the president's career this week. They would prefer that we talk about the controversial subjects along with his triumphs. I would always rather err on the side of remembering and appreciating the good than rekindling old battles that have long ago ceased.

There were several images that stood out for me in this the week of "The Long Goodbye." The first was the Capital Rotunda filled with legislators and lawmakers who would normally never even glance in each other's directions standing in a room where they are only small blipps on the huge radar screen of history. Standing in that massive room filled with ominous paintings of leaders gone before and statues of men and women who have truly made a difference in the lives of the citizens in this country, one could not help but feel that this very moment, with President Reagan's body lying in State on a platform that was thrown together at the last minute when Lincoln was assassinated, was so much larger than any one person. The current political turmoil of the day was transcended and forgotten, if for only a few minutes. The true essence of this country resurfaced and pain and liberty and courage and tears all came together in one beautiful motion.

Another image that stands out in my mind is Ron Jr.'s speech at the Interment Ceremony. He told funny stories about his dad and spoke of him as a father. Then his tone of voice became clearer and more confident as he began to talk about his father as a leader. He spoke of his father's faith and that he believed God had spared his life in the assassination attempt so that he would "do good." Ron Jr. said his father was a man of deep conviction and faith, but that he never wore it on his sleeve and never used it as a political pawn. He said his father took that blessing from God and the charge to "do good" as a "responsibility, not a mandate. And there is a profound difference." Ron has recently been very outspoken about the current political situation in America. This statement was clearly a jab at the current administration. And he spoke with the courage and conviction of his father. And that moved me.

The last image that stood out over the rest, is the last image we saw of Nancy and the Reagan children. After a week, exhausting, no doubt, of having to fly back and forth between DC and California, and having to put on a brave face for the cameras nearly 6 days straight, as they prepared to lay the former president to rest on the beautiful hillside in Simi Valley, she finally let go. She laid her head on his casket and began to weep. Through the muffled sound you could hear her say, "I love you." I actually heard her crying. And at that moment I wanted Patty to live up to her bad girl reputation and scream for all the flashing and clicking cameras to back the hell off. But she didn't. They all remained graceful with literally the whole world observing one of the most final and possibly most painful moments in their lives. And they did it with dignity. When you are raised in the respective spotlight, that's what is ingrained in you to do. And they did it well.

It was a long week filled with contemplation and reflection and I do not look forward to World News Tonight on Monday night returning to the who said what about whom, and who's died today in Iraq newscast. I can only hope that we all would have a bigger sense of ourselves, our country, and the world in general after this week of remembering one of the great leaders of this country.

Well, I seem to have accomplished a fair amount of things today at work. This is a good thing. I also had some good Chinese food for lunch! Gotta love the Chinese food.

Had the official "salary" meeting today with the big boss man. Went quite well if I do say so myself. But it's funny, every one of the board members is taking credit for the nice raise I will be getting come Monday.

Yeah, it was my idea. The other guys just went right along with me and totally agreed.

Yeah, I was the one who brought it up and once I said something, they all jumped on board.

Boys, boys. I love you all equally. No need to try to win my affections by taking credit for an idea that wasn't yours.

So anyway, this weekend will be interesting no doubt. We'll see what happens. I'm ready for my drinkin buddy to get back from Mexico cuz I'm ready to party like it's 1989.

Yucky Wednesday morning. If there was ever a day to call in, it'd be today. But no luck. We're all going out to lunch for Shawna's farewell party. But it'll be a light day. Not too much on the books.

So I kinda snapped at one of my favorite people this morning. It wasn't really because of anything he did, I think it was residual snappiness left over from last night. I was dead tired yesterday and went to bed about 8:30 and went in and out for a while. Then at 11 p.m. my phone rings.

You gotta be kidding me with this. NO I am not going to get out of bed and type a letter for you. Back when we were together and I was at least gettin some kinda pay off, I might have. Not tonight. No way. Who do you think you are?

Then the conversation turned emotional. And I pontificated on the idea that most relationships in my life have ended by one person screaming, one person crying, and the end presenting itself. But this relationship went strong for a number of years, then slowly and quietly wandered off into the distance and now is nowhere to be found. No dramatic ending, no spectacular show of emotion.

One tear slid across her lips to the corner of her mouth.

Then he said, "Ashly, you just never know what's going to happen. You can't plan your life because you don't know what the future holds."

What does that mean?

Silence. Then me, "You're so right. Sometimes the most unexpected things happen."

Sitting behind a massively pimped out honda tonight, a thought struck me.

Why in this world filled with literally billions of people, have there been only a handful of boys that struck my fancy? What's keeping me from being cosmically connected to the dude in the pimped out rice burner? (Well, I could make a list.) But my point is, how did I come to have this list of things that I want? And I think it's kind of sad to know that I will never even make the acquaintance of 98% of people on this planet. And I guess sometimes single people have been known to fall into the habit of asking, "Why aren't I with anybody?" It's because we don't know anybody!

I don't believe in fate necessarily. And Dave keeps hounding me about romance, but not so much lately. And I guess I believe in romance, but not Don Quixote romance. I mean COME.ON. Pure illusion. You can't use that for your argument. I believe in mystery and romance. But not so much in the I need you I have to have you or I'll die kind of romance. But I'm jaded, so my opinion may not count. Anyway, I'm off the subject so I'll just go with it.

Angelina said something about Poe in her post today. And I guess I'm kind of a connoisseur. I'm sure that makes me sick and twisted, but really, he was way more than that. Read his essay on the cosmos and how the universe is ordered. It'll make your head spin, or put you to sleep, either one. I still think he died the greatest death in the history of all deaths: Lying dead in the street (no apparent cause of death was found) wearing someone else's clothes. You could go for years on that one.

Give me more mystery. Ashly likes surprises.

Things Are Looking Up

So, I have a new job. Well, actually I just got hired into a position that I pretty much had locked down. But getting it confirmed was a very nice feeling. So in about six months I'll be making quite a bit more than the fresh out of college graduate in Oklahoma. It's a nice feeling. AND (and that's a big AND) they're paying for grad school.

So yes, you could say that every moment in my life has led up to this. It really has. Being raised in a progressive, religious non-profit environment seemed like crap for so long. But now I know why it had to happen. And it's why I'm going to be able to do this job better than anybody in the state, and don't think I'm stopping there.

I get a new house! Yay me!

Holdin it Down for the 405

Tonight, I'm just really grateful for parents who raised me with class and common sense.

Apparently, it does pay off in the end.

Oh no you just didn't.

So I'm drivin down south Penn Avenue minding my own, going to pick up salads for Kerry and me. The radio's on, but I'm not payin much attention due to the nature of my day and the big event this evening. Then I hear it... voices on the radio... R&B boy band singing...

representin' the 405, 918, 508. Holding it down for tha Oklahoma City. We from the 405.

I laughed so hard I thought I was gonna pee in my pants right there in the car. Are these guys serious with this? Oklahoma City is just one of those things you can't say in a song and have it sound right. Kinda like Osama bin Ladin or Saddam. You just can't sing those things and be taken seriously.

The only thought that crossed my mind was, as if Oklahoma City isn't already welfare enough. Now we've got our own gangsta song.

Baby Girl, you da shit. That makes you my equivalent. You can keep your toys in the drawer tonight.

So I'm drying roses on the back of my bedroom door on my wire shoe rack. Nothing like the smell of feet and dead roses. Tasty. So the wedding of the year seemed to be pulled off without a hitch. No. Wait. hahaha. Ironic, right. Anyway, good times. Lots of people gettin their booze on and gettin their dance on. Even if they were doing the electric slide to Boot Scootin Boogie. Oh man. You'd think Oklahoma people could get it right, but whatev.

because you walk pretty, because you talk pretty, because you make me sick and I'm not leavin til you're leavin

So anyway, my night was totally fab. Totally. There's alot to be said for black strappy shoes and blush box wine. Not so much to be said for glittery lip gloss. It's kinda like walking on white carpet with mud on your shoes. It's easy to trace that shit.

Anywho, my house has become freakin Fort Knox yo. My dad is constantly on me, "When are you movin?" "Soon as the cash flow increases dad." So tonight he came and put like ten thousand screws into the screens on my windows. So yeah, I live in tha hood. Word. Tennis shoes on the telephone lines and all. But ya know what, it's CHEAP and mommy and daddy aren't payin the bills-- nor is my 60 year old millionaire sugar daddy whom I have yet to meet. But I figure it's just a matter of time.

When I get you alone... when I get you, you'll know it.

Alright so Monday night's the big night. A stressful day that better end in a raise (and a website minus my name). I'll letcha know.

Happy Monday. Riiiight. My advice: Find a boy that makes you giggle.

Call me all the names you want. I got nothin on this guy.

And that is why I love him :)

Shout Ouuut

So the long lost Whitney and I had exactly 4 hours of girl time tonight. Drinks at Bellini's were fabulous. Bellinis and Apple Martinis. Hey that sounds like a song :) And a big HOLLER to Blue who bought us our last round all in the spirit of being a fellow Star (OCU). Thanks babe ;) I gotta give massive props to a fellow PK who just so happens to be a bar tender. Fabulous. Whitney and I talked relationships, business, life and love. And shared a couple of secrets that will remain G-14 classified. Just girl talk ya know.

Anywho, party tomorrow night w/ Ragan and Melisa. Should be a barrel of fun. An interesting mix of people. Should get some good stories out of it at least :)

Hope everybody has a great weekend!

Ode to My Good Friend, Ragan, on His Impending Nuptials

Since today is Thursday and probably my last good blog day for the week, I wanted to write a fitting tribute to my good friend, Ragan.

I met Ragan last September on a Thursday night at the Wormy Dog in Bricktown. Consequently it was Andrew and Kevin who introduced me to the man who would come to be one of the coolest friends I have. Since that night in September, my weekends and sporadic Wednesday and Thursday nights have been filled with conversations about life and love, but mostly music and beer. I think I can safely say that I have never had a conversation with Ragan that didn't include him randomly asking the question, "Quick! Who wrote this?" Hands down, every time I've learned to answer, "Why do you ask me this every time? Why don't you cut out the middle man and just tell me who wrote it to begin with." One of his claims to fame is the fact that he is the reigning eighties music trivia King of the World. His other claim to fame is the fact that he is also the current reigning Master of the Eighties Cover Song. On many occasions he has been known to tear up a mean rendition of "Talk Dirty to Me" and many other various eighties hair band songs. But these are not Ragan's only claims to fame. There is also his infamous Lemon Beer. And we cannot forget that he is the world's leading aspiring manwhore. He takes pride in his appreciation of fine porn. And watch out girls, if he catches you wearing panties, he may demand that you rid yourself of them at once!

But sadly, Ragan's boisterous playboy days are coming to an end. In two days he will wed the lovely Melisa Diane and promise to have her and hold her all the days of his life. This is a good thing because, as we all know, Ragan cannot dance and now Melisa will have the rest of her life to help Ragan improve upon his skills. And we've all seen how Melisa can tear up a dance floor. So Ragan, my friend, I wish you luck keeping up. I also wish both of you many long and happy years and lots o' little Parkersons with which to start your own eighties revival hair band. Ragan, in the words of Kevmo, I love you man. Thank you for being such an awesome friend and I wish you guys all the happiness and nakedness you can handle :)

Take lots of pictures of Cabo and see you when you get back :)

Moving On...

Speaking of (moving on), the former Archbishop of Canterbury says Charles and Camila need to get married because it would be the next "natural" step for them. He went on to praise Camila for loving Charles through some of the hardest years of his life, including the divorce from the ever "scheming" and "media savvy" Diana. My God! What is the world coming to when even the archbishop is condoning long standing affairs! It's like the twilight zone.

AND while we're on the controversial bandwagon, Michael Moore's "9/11" is due to be released in theatres soon. Count me in for the premier of this one. Can't wait! And yeah, I'm not afraid to say that I thought "Bowling for Columbine" was completely kick ass and dead on. My one criticism of Mr. Moore is that he can take a fairly good point and wear it out and go on for three hours, when one and a half would have sufficed. I'm anxious to see the new film though. It promises to be a nice alternative to the "the war in Iraq was spawned in response to terrorism" crap that we've been fed for the last year or so.

Bush lovers beware and get out your pocket dictionaries. There may be some big words in this one.

Let's Talk

I'm fascinated by all this talk of sex and sluttiness. I know a girl who had sex with 20 guys when she was in college. She even wrote down all their names. I know a boy who had sex with 19 girls in one year because he was going through an "I hate women" phase, and rightly so. There was a girl in my senior class who had had at least some kind of sexual experience with every guy in my class. (I went to a small school.)

And then there's me.

I was always a good girl. Didn't even think of having sex, in fact said NO pretty much on a daily basis, until I was 18 years old. And then on October 9, 1997, I had sex with the only boy I ever would have died for. We were together for two straight years after that, and I know of at least 5 girls he slept with during that time. My list was still only one person long. 99-2000 came along and I decided I wasn't going to take it lying down anymore. **no pun intended** So my list got a little longer, but not much. I tacked about 3 more on in the next two years. And yeah, those were pretty meaningless. What do you expect? Hell, I was a girl who was taught that girls who are worth anything don't have sex with anybody but their husbands and they don't even really enjoy that. I found out it was good. What was I supposed to do :)

I've noticed a trend. I've been accused of being slutty, and to my knowledge this has only happened once, because I think most people take the time to get to know me and understand that it's not sluttiness for sluttiness's sake. Say that 5 times fast.

There are a plethora of reasons people have sex. A ton. If you're like I only have sex because I love someone, come on, get off the computer and get back to the prayer meeting. I've noticed lately, I tend to have sex to keep from getting hurt. It's like if I can do it without having emotional ties to this person, I've proved something. And I do think it's important for a person to at least be capable of this. But I don't think it's healthy on a regular basis. So I guess it's the same old story, just don't wanna get hurt, blah blah blah. But sometimes, I just wanna have fun. And fun is good. Not everybody does it, but everybody should. Especially the haters. Are you listening? Yes, you should get laid. Hot, sweaty, laid. You could be using your power for good, not evil. And sex'll do that for ya :) Redirect your energy in positive ways, like toward your wife. Enough said.

Anyway, all that to say, I think it's coming full circle. Damn the unintentional puns! I feel like I'm (at least I'm hoping I'm)moving back into that long, good stretch of emotional, dare I say, commitment??? OH God I feel my blood pressure go up even typing it. Ok, maybe I'll back off on that commitment thing. I'll just say I'm learning how to reintegrate my emotions into my physical actions.

And I'm still only a slut in training. This guy's the self-proclaimed master in that area... well, at least in his rock star days. But baby, you're still a rock star in my book :)

What a weekend.

Though mine was not nearly as adventurous as these guys, mine was still pretty eventful. I:

attended a pre-bachelor party

stole 2 t-shirts

got molested

got schnockered

got wait. that one's G-14 classified. **wink**

went to one white trash wedding

cried profusely through said wedding

got schnockered again

hung out with mom

slept alot

SO. All in all I'd say the weekend was a mild success. I don't envy the boys who roadtripped it last weekend though. I can't imagine how their going to get through the work week on sheer alcohol pumping through their veins :) But they're pros at it, I'm sure. Anyway, today's been a busy day... trying to get comfortable being the boss and handling all the responsibility that comes with it. We'll see how that goes! Hope everybody's having a great Tuesday!