Got me looking so crazy right now..

I am thoroughly disgusted.

I am in Florida, mind you. I tried to foil the Heat from the inside, but I was sold a very unlucky shirt from the Dallas Cowboys store in Allen. (I am thinking all the bad luck from the cowboys gear spilt onto my shirt but I had to have it as I strutted around the Ft. Lauderdale Airport. I actually took this shirt off and on several times during game 5. I swear every time I put it on we missed a shot and every time I took it off we made one. I might have to burn it by next season.) Anyway, I woke up yesterday to the Miami Herald and a huge picture of Shaq's ugly face holding the championship trophy. I can't seem to change the channel to anything other than footage from the Heat parade with Shaq taking over with his gawd awful "rapping" while Riley dances like the soggy bottom boys from oh brother where are thou. Funny thing though, a Miami politician just called the MVP "Wade Jones." It warmed my heart.

I've been journaling a lot here. Not really journaling, but carrying around a few sheets of construction paper from my nephew's art supplies and writing down whatever is on my mind. It's weird but I've been scribbling short essays in my suduko book and on the back of receipts. I've come up with a lot of crazy stuff. Maybe I will compile them into an entry. I had a revelation today in fact, but this will have to wait. I'll be home Sunday, my parents miss me and can't wait for my return.

Aloha

Bush Plans Vast Protected Sea Area in Hawaii

Now the humuhumunukunukuapuaa can swim freely for many generations of keikis to enjoy.

TMMSN humor

Dear Terrell Owens,

Ok, ok. We get it. You are a 'badass'. But WHY did you wear a HEAT jersey to a MAVS game! First of all, don't mix teams. Pick one team and stick with it. Just wear a Heat jersey because, frankly, no one likes you anyway. And for heaven's sake, don't put on a Mavs hat and think that's ok because it isn't. Second, where the heck is your team spirit? DALLAS Cowboys.. DALLAS Mavericks. You just moved here for crying out loud. Support your new home! I should hope when you go out on the town you won't be wearing an Eagles jersey.
Regards,
Lindsey

I like Perusal.

My new boss just told me that until he is finished catching up on his work, to "peruse the internet." I am getting paid to "read over [the internet] in an attentive or leisurely manner." I am not sure if I am ok with this. I'd personally rather be doing something productive, so to counteract my perusing, I also have QuickBooks minimized. This calls for a blog so I can showcase my amazing 2,000 word-per-minute typing skills. (Grant has some serious competition for next year's talent show. Kids are only cute for so long..)

Side note: Remind me to write a blog about the cutest dress I've ever seen at Anthropologie but costs too much even on sale for my poor existence of a budget. Nevermind, that's good enough.

More important side note: GO MAVS!

A touching moment in the downstairs Miller/upstairs Gonzales household

Today I came home from work, grabbed a diet dr. pepper, and turned on the tv. After Kerri and I went through and recorded all the scary haunted shows on the travel channel, I settled down to enjoy some random show on mystical destinations. Luke comes in and savagely grabs the remote with his grubby little hands. He nonchalantly changes the channel to West Wing. I politely asked Kerri to come control her husband and return the remote. Luke giggles and says, "I LOOOOVVEEE the white house!" I believe I called West Wing "some crap". Suddenly, Kerri flies out of the bathroom with her hair half wet shouting, "WHHHHHAATTTTTT?!!" I was then viciously tied to the chair and forced to watch the very first episode. Right as it's ending, I looked over at Kerri to apologize for calling it "some crap" and she is weeping. I turn to Luke expecting him to have something funny to say and realize that his eyes are a bit damp too. I tried to tell them it's ok because they have every season on the shelf and just because it's no longer on tv doesn't mean they can't watch it anymore. I wouldn't say I am completely hooked yet, but I just might fall asleep to the gentle sounds of political jackassery. Sweet music to my ears..