Another concert

this one was held at the cafeteria of the high school -- not great accoustics and the sound mixing was unclean. During the songs the choir sang a Mondonna montage (poor taste, if you ask me) and later Janet Jackson. Thankfully the girls didn't have a costume malfunction.

An interesting thing to note: while parent were there, he told the choir to sshh ... and denoted their talking -- not good. My neice might be right about him being an ass.

One of the two choirs had twister costumes --- rectangles yellow, red, green, blue. There were plastic in appearance. Sadly, this fell under the problem of a mix of persons: Calista Flockhart (dangerously thin to Kathy Najimy- like).

I thought Austin Powers

Hey Jealousy!

I was at friends' house last night. Charlie wanted to play -- and play anything. I convinced him to end our sword play in favor of another game. He chose a butterfly game -- ejected from an elephant's trunk. While Keith, Charlie and I were playing that, Sid (dog) got jealous and wanted Keith's attention -- tug rope.

She gave up then sat on her butt -- not common for her, and was by me. While I was trying to catch butterflies and scratch her chest, Charlie, who was similtaneously watching TV stopped playing butterflies and hopped onto my back.

What I really need to be is a shape shifter, so that I quickly grow addtional arms and legs and perhaps a conjoined body to play with two at the same time. Those two not wanting to share my attention.

Snoring

I don't like to post about X, but I just thought of something.

Have you ever had a mate who's snoring disables your sleep? In my case, she was snoring loudly enough to make it difficult to sleep. I evilly woke her -- slightly, then quickly fell asleep.

If need be -- tickle, stroke, jar -- do something, to arouse them so that you can sleep.

Why write this? I saw a little comic about a couple sleeping -- it reminded me.

One person's terrible Christmas

I was setting out trash when I saw a man walking late that night. I knew that he lived a couple of streets away. He was remarkable because he had a Great Pyrenees. I asked him how he was, Dec. 27th 2005. He was terrible, a cursory response. I asked if he could tell me.

I don't know where he worked, but he told me the following sad story. Wherever he worked, one night packed up all their things and moved out of the building. When he went to work -- there was no company there. Bad news. He filed for unemployment, but they reported to him that whomever he worked for didn't file ANY taxes, including his, despite his paychecks indicating to the contrary.

Because he was no longer getting paid, his mortgage / rent was missing, and continued to be so. The mortgage company told him they were going to foreclose. The owner mentioned to him that he could stay in the house until they found a new tennet / purchaser. Some time later, they found some one who threw out -- in the trash everything in the house.

So there he is ... no money, no job, no car.

On Christmas 25th ... his dog died.

He remarked to me that he was alive. That's one thing. Things couldn't hardly get worse.

It's nice for me to remember that no matter how cruddy things might seem -- they aren't impssible.

The following is true -- in that is what he told me.