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QT with Nannie and G, Return of the Doppleganger, and Super Secret Surprises Revealed
Post Date: 05/03/2006

There it is. The longest title I've had for one of these things yet. We'll see how this goes. I'm writing this at work (I mean, no I'm not). I'm doing something completely tedious and uninteresting, and I find myself constantly taking little breaks (ah, who am I kidding? I constantly take little breaks even when what I'm doing is interesting. Don't tell my boss though. I know ya'll are tight.) This is important though (I mean, as important as anything in my blogs is; just to put it in perspective. You know I just wrote that so I could use a semicolon; you know that I did. Why do I get the feeling that one day soon, I'm gonna write an entire blog that's one big aside. Man, that would be so Jimmy.) Guh (yeah, guh), all this aside business makes me keep losing my place. Oh, right....this is important: The fact that I'm writing this early in the day. You see, I was going to use this blog to premier my super secret surprise, but I'm not quite done with it (more on that later). So, I basically I run the risk of writing this whole blog, that's supposed to climax (mmmm climax) with my surprise, without having a surprise to climax it with. But you know me (I don't know, maybe you don't, but if you do, you know that) I'll post it tonight, regardless of whether or not I'm done. Now, back our regularly scheduled ramblings.

Well, what a really nice weekend. My parents came in to visit and to go catch my brother play at Jazzfest. He kicked ass of course (why do I hear Chuck's voice telling me that I'm so gay for him?) So, Allee got to spend some qt (quality time - der) with here Nannie (pronounced "non-nee") and her G (pronounced "jee" (yeah, i thought about just putting the letter "g", but i opted to spell it phonetically. wait...is that even what I did?) oops, almost didn't close the first aside). I must say, my parents were really quite amazed at how articulate little Gator is. Yeah, we think her real dad is pretty smart, if only we knew who that was (I'm kidding....we're pretty sure it's Joe). What's that you say? Why no picture gallery of the visit? Well, as I explained to my dad this weekend, sometimes I feel like have a choice when it comes to visits and events. I can either participate, or I can be the resident photographer. This weekend, I chose to participate. What's that you say? You know for a fact that I have taken pictures at many events where I also participated in the festivities? "Screw you" I say, "Who the hell do you think you are?" "Screw me? Screw you!" you retort? (I love that word - retort) "Don't make me come over there." I respond. What's that you say? I'm really just talking to myself? Um....okay. Sorry about that.

Another fun thing that happened this weekend (that I also did not take any pictures of) was:
THE RETURN OF THE DOPPLEGANGER.....GANGER.....GANGER..... GANGER..... GANGER.....GANGER.....

Nothing really too report, I just wanted to write an echo. The girls had a really good time playing together, aside from a couple of minor possession scuffles (MY TOY!!! NO!! MY TOY!!! AAAAA!!!! - ya dig?). But that is, of course, to be expected. After all, neither of them is even two yet. The only really bad thing that happened (well, there were two, but I'll get to the other in a minute) was that Ren (the doppleganger's mom and Shelley's double first cousin - don't make me explain it) got very sick yesterday. With the nausea and the vomiting and the ugh! Let's all hope she's feeling better today. So, one last thing to discuss:

I just have one thing to say about my super secret surprise: AAAAAAUUUUGGHHH!!!! If I had known it was going to be this much trouble, I never would have mentioned it in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I know that only one or two people actually read this thing, and neither of them probably even remembers me mentioning a super secret surprise (though more than one person speculated to it being that Shelley was pregnant, and may I just say "YIPES!! NO NO NO!!!" I mean, don't get me wrong...I love my little Gator with all my heart, but I also love that there's only one of her. I mean, maybe....you know....in a couple of years...but not now...no, no, no...wait...why am I explaining this to you? Oh, right...that's what I do. With the rambling on and on...and the never shutting up.) Any-hoo, it's a video. A video of the day of the crawfish boil. It's a video that probably won't turn out as funny as I hope it will, and is becoming increasingly longer, and will probably take about an hour for anybody to download, and is driving me completely insane. I was this (hold your index finger and thumb about half an inch away from each other. got it? good.) close to finishing on Sunday night, when my computer locked up and I lost all the work I had done. I freaked out. I didn't know what to do, so I injured myself by punching a chair, then I punched my computer desk, then I just curled up in the fetal position and had a good cry. Last night, I was resolved to finish it. So, what happens? You already know. Shortly into my working on it, my computer again froze up. This time, instead of punching and crying, I dicked around on myspace for a while and then went to bed. But this is it. I WILL FINISH TONIGHT!! (Even though I know I probably won't.) I will try. I'll do it for Shelley, and Allee, and Chuck, and Doug, and Shelly, and Joe, and little Mikey (even though he dropped me out of his top eight - rat bastard), and Ren, and Lou - who has harassed me more about it than anyone (well, her and Ren might be tied). But most of all, I'll do it for...you guessed it...me. (Nobody saw that coming right?) So, we're at the end (for now anyway). As I said earlier, this blog is ready to go with or without it being done (did I say that earlier? hold on....mmmm.....i hate reading my own shit....wait....no....ha ha ha....no, I love reading my own shit. Oh, and I did say it earlier - or, did I just type it in right now? You'll never know.) So, good luck....to us.

Until next time: Yes there is something you can do my love, won't you help me through these troubled times. Cause everything is gonna be alright, despite my fighting bitter tears. Cause these are the very best years.

Update (Midnight): I didn't finish the video, but I got enough done, that I'm confident it can be up tomorrow night. YAY me!!
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