In case you're bored...

Morning DJ #1: After his arm had been bit off by the gator, and all he had left was his tendons, Apgar remarked to authorities that it appeared to him that the gator that attacked him had been teaching other gators how to hunt.

Morning DJ #2: Hunt for what? Crackheads?

Now THAT is a good time.

Gator Attacks Naked Man On Crack

Mini Random Updates

Well, let's see...what has been up? I spent 5 days in Charlotte...that was a pretty good time. I spent an afternoon with Amy, K and I looked at some houses and watched some good movies. Nothing too special, but it was a nice visit. We are doing well, and I am pretty content.

I got salmonella poisoning from peter pan peanut butter. Yuck. Luckily that was before I went to Charlotte.

Things at work are pretty fantastic. I am all caught up again, so I'm bringing my book to work tomorrow. One of my favorite opinions got published in FL Law Weekly, so that rocks my socks. We have a really neat trial coming up the 1st week of March, unfortunately I have to miss the 2nd day of it for a CLE program, but whatev...I'm still looking forward to it. My Judge is still mad proud of me, and totally disappointed in my co-clerk, so that kicks ass.

Britney Spears is bald. This is disturbing to me, particularly because I have yet to see video of her actually doing it - altho I heard that she ran into a salon, grabbed a razor & did it herself. So, I'm thinking PCP? Good lord. Let me tell you, your life is really sad when K-Fed makes a better parent than you. I wonder what JT thinks of all this....

All of the white girls on American Idol this season suck. They should just go home now & save us a few weeks of agony.

I met this guy on the plane who was from Africa. He was hella friendly and talked my ear off the whole way...I was kind of annoyed cuz all I wanted to do was read my book. But he was really nice & interesting, so it wasn't so bad. He is in Orlando on business for a few months and exchanged email addresses with me. He sent me an email right away and told me how beautiful & unforgettable I was. This made me nervous. He's married and I told him I was engaged, and I may just be paranoid, but I dunno. I am trying to decide if I should write him back or not. On the one hand, he was so nice and I feel bad brushing him off...especially because he is alone in Orlando and could probably use someone to eat dinner with once in a while, plus he lives in Charlotte, has a bit of money, and is a computer guy - so he may be a good connection to have. But on the other hand, I am afraid of inviting this random stranger into my life in any way, especially when I get this kinda creepy vibe off it all, and I worry that K would be suspicious. I mean, I know K trusts me, and I would totally keep him in the loop - but I can understand why it would make him uncomfortable. I thought about just emailing this guy, with a BCC to K, and straight up saying I dont mind being your friend and hangin' out, but nothing more. But then I feel bad about being so egotistical and coming off all defensive. I dunno, I will probably chicken out and not respond at all.

In case I haven't said this yet - the new album by Chris Daughtry is fucking amazing. You should all go buy it. And you should think of me while you listen to it.

V-Day

So, it's Valentine's Day. I am flying up to spend the weekend with K tonight. We aren't doing anything special today cuz I will be pretty tired from flying & work, but he says he wants to take me out to dinner at some point this weekend. It's funny, the only Valentine's day I have any real memory of is 1999, that was the year BM took me to a drag show on V-Day to show me how much he really loved me. (This was about a month after I got out of the hospital, so he was feeling very sentimental.) That was actually a fantastic night. The show was great, the club was packed, and he was so sweet. It was truly something he did only for me, ya know? But in all the years that I've had boyfriends, I don't remember ever having a special V-Day. I know Z's birthday was 2 days before V-Day, so we probably did a joint celebration when we were together. I do remember this one guy I dated in High School, V, gave me a necklace, but I broke up with him the next day & gave it back. I also remember that the V-Day after Adam & I broke up he got his new g/f a teddy bear & some flowers and I was pissed....but I don't remember what I did or got that year! Funny, huh? So, if K does get me something or do something special, it won't be hard to shine against a past I don't remember! LOL

The only bad news is that I haven't been feeling well this week. I think I may have an ulcer, or at least my acid reflux is back. Yuck. I suppose it's no surprise with all the recent stress. But I hate the idea of having ANOTHER pill to take! When I was packing last night, I had to pack 6 Rx bottles! Not to mention the OTC stuff I take: advil. sudafed, etc. K makes fun of me for pill-popping, but it's true! It's like I'm an AIDS patient for christ's sake! But, I guess once you have 6 Rxs, one more won't matter, right? Right. So, when I get back I will call my doc, hopefully she will put me back on prevacid without an appt, so I don't have to miss more work. Also, hopefully I will feel better tomorrow so I can eat normally while I am with K.

Anyway, Happy V-Day everyone!!!!!!!!!

Sunday Night

So, it has been a turbulent weekend emotionally. Friday evening was good, I went out with 3 people from work and we had fun. K was being weird all weekend, and we had some emotional conversations and that was rough. I wrote about 6 pages in my journal, and I sent him a three page email which he hasn't read yet. I talked to R today, that made me feel better - but I would have felt even better if she would have called me last night, because I was hella emotional last night. I went driving for 2 hrs and smoked about half a pack of ciggs. But I feel better today. I go to see K on wednesday...I'm a little nervous, but doing okay. I am supposed to hang out with Amy on friday, so that will be fun. Anyway, so luckily things seem to have resolved themselves for now, and as long as I am relaxed I think I will take a shower, watch the grammys and try to get to sleep early. Goodnite all!

Oh. My. God.

Anna Nicole Smith is dead. I don't know why but this has totally shocked and affected me. She just had a baby! Honestly, I am verclempt. I don't know why. I need more info. This is very suspicious. Doesn't this make her lawyer/husband/possible baby's-daddy very very rich? I see a 48 Hours Mystery investigation in the future.

Anna, the world will miss you, and your tits. I am looking forward to the book your daughter will one day write.

Dumb and Dumber

Just when you thought Americans couldn't get any more stupid, or the News couldn't get any more trivial, comes this story. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this morning on the CBS morning show they interviewed a guy, and his lawyer, who is changing his name to Peyton Manning because he lost a superbowl bet that he made while he was drunk. Harry Smith reminded the guy that he has "no legal obligation" to follow through with this bet (gee, thanks for clearing that up, Harry) and asked him why he is actually doing it. The guy said because he has a problem with being too honest, and can't go back on his word. Wow. I hope he never accidentally says he's so hungry he could eat a horse....his friends may just make him prove it. What a fucking moron.

My Worst Fear

"Rest Stop" by Matchbox 20

Just three miles from the rest stop
And she slams on the breaks
She said I tried to be but I'm not
And could you please collect your things
I don't wanna be cold
I don't wanna be cruel
But I gotta find more
Than what's happening with you
If you'd - open up the door

She said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten

Just three miles from the rest stop
And my mouth's too dry to rage
The light was shining from the radio
I could barely see her face
But she knew all the words that I never had said
She knew the crumpled-up promise of this
Broken down man - and as I opened up the door

She said - while you were sleeping
I was listening to the radio
And wondering what you're dreaming when
It came to mind that I didn't care
So I thought - hell if it's over
I had better end it quick
Or I could lose my nerve
Are you listening - can you hear me
Have you forgotten...

Fallen Star

So, the media is pretty shocked about this whole astronaut-gone-crazy story. In case you are living under a rock, click here for the story. It's so funny to me that people think just because someone is smart they are the picture of mental health. Ted Bundy, anyone? H. H. Holmes? There are countless stories of highly intelligent, fully-functioning sociopaths. So why don't we realize that mental illness can happen to anyone? And, honestly, an astronaut seems like a pretty likely candidate - I mean that is a pretty high stress job, don't you think? I think that you have to be a little "off" to begin with to take jobs like that - anyone who can handle that kind of commitment scares me. ;-) But, for real, in this case it just seems like she snapped. Like she had some sort of psychological fugue or dissociative episode. The media is simply drooling to find some record of long term psychosis, but I doubt they will. I don't think she's been writing letters to her alter personalities for years and hiding them in a crawl space in her basement. I really think this was simply a spontaneous mental collapse. Or, maybe they will find a physical cause, like a tumor or something. All that space travel could have caused problems. Then they can turn it into an epsiode of House. Surely, it will be on Law & Order soon!