Sunday, May 22, 2005


I am currrently in a state of "Sith" overload, having seen it twice in twenty-four hours. As soon as I can get my marbles together, I'll post about it.

For now, though...whoa. Just...whoa.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Tonight's The Night!

T's finally coming back home tonight!

I know, this is news to most of you. I hadn't written about it because I was trying not to dwell on it too much.

The trip wasn't over anything bad. She just went back to Arkansas to sing in a friends wedding & we simply couldn't afford two plane tickets right now. It's been a looooong five days, but The Boy & I survived, thanks in large part to my ability to use the microwave to heat up food - a skill that I honed over many years of bachelorhood. It has served me well.

I will say this, though - while I know how much T means to me & how much I love her, I didn't realize how important a part of me she is. It's felt like something's been missing these past few days.

I think in the future we'll be finding ways to get two plane tickets.

Update - Despite some nasty weather in Utah, she made it home last night, safe & sound. And I slept like a baby for the first time in a week.

It's been three hours since I ate those beefsticks - & it still feels like I'm burping up thumb tacks.

Cripes! What's in those things?!?
Q: When Will I Learn?

A: Probably when my stomach finally bursts into flame.

I think I may have stripped the final layer of lining off of my stomach.

Today I tried another fine product from the good people at O'Brien's - the Double Barrel Hot Shots meat snacks. These look & taste like the hickory smoked meat sticks, except that the packaging sports a picture of some desperado pointing a double barrelled shotgun at you & the product tagline is "Shot Full O' Flavor." Oh, & there's a couple of Batman-esque Action! bubbles stating that there's No MSG! (BAM!) & Spicy! (BIFF!).

Strangely enough, the feeling in my esophagus right now is what I imagine being shot in the chest by a 12 gauge would feel like. Usually, I just laugh a little & pass over the foodstuffs in the vend-o-matic that claim to be HOT! (BLAM!) or FLAMIN' INTENSE! (KA-POW!). These things tend to be somewhat less than hot, at least compared to what I think of when I think of hot.

But, seeing as how I've enjoyed O'Brien's goods so far, I thought I'd give this culinary treat a try. Taste-wise, they weren't that much different from the other meatsticks, meaning that you could taste every bit of the pork, beef, water, salt, flavorings, dextrose, lactic acid starter culture & sodium nitrate that they pack into every O'Brien's meat snack. Looks-wise, these also look like oily cigars. They weren't hot, though - initially.

I ate these things over an hour ago & my upper gastric system still feels like I ingested Napalm. I've tried drinking something to settle things down, but to no avail. Now, strange gurgling noises are making their way up my esophagus. I've even got a headache. I swear, I'm expecting an alien creature to burst out of my chest at any moment. What on God's green earth did the manufactuer put in these things?

One would think that after last weeks pastrami incident, I'd be a little more gentle with my stomach. But no. And I lay the blame fully on T. This is what happens when she goes away for a bit & I don't have someone around to keep me from putting bad things in my mouth.
Last Week...

I found out that power eating about a pound of pastrami & topping it off with two Mountain Dew's & cake is not a good idea.

It causes what I now call Chernobyl Stomach.

Not pretty.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Yawn...12:30something-or-another AM

Figured I'd post something. Brain feels otherwise. Keeps making fingers hit wrong keys. Makes me type like Hulk.

Meh...try again later.

Monday, May 02, 2005

"Aren't you a little short for a stormtrooper?" - Princess Leia

Or Darth Vader, or Boba Fett, or an Imperial officer as this photo can attest.

Check out the Tusken Raiders in the back. (Go Raiders! Woooo!)

PS - I will admit to a wee bit of Stormtrooper costume envy. Just a little, though. My unhealthy interest in Stormtroopers, as was pointed out by ETS, isn't that unhealthy.


Sunday, May 01, 2005

Happy Anniversary!

One year. Three hundred sixty five days of wedded bliss.

I can't even begin to describe just how happy just knowing you, much less being your husband, has made me, my Love. Thank you for being my wife, for loving me, despite my unhealthy obsession with Star Wars & cheesey movies. Thank you for being a good mom to The Boy, despite his unhealthy ability to be a royal pain at times. Thank you for making such a big change, moving 1700 miles from home, to start a new life with me.

You've loved me like no one else ever has or ever will. Thank you, Beautiful.

I love you,
forever & ever,