Just a small town boy. . .

Have I expressed my gratitude at the large amount of music you all have sent? I say again, thanks!

I had to drag my tired monkey self into work at seven this morning, which means that I was up at quarter to six, to be safe, and not be late for work. Poor Abby will be confused when she gets up in a little bit. I'm currently playing someone's homemade More Monster Ballads CD. I love finding the variety of homemade CDs in this office.

Last night before falling asleep, I watched a few stories about Hurricane Ivan's effect on Pensacola. Rachel and I are so lucky to have been spared the amount of damage that some people have had. I couldn't even imagine what we'd do. Seeing the missing sections of I-10, one of which had a semi trailer that was torn in two, just didn't seem real. There was another story of a family who went to stay with their parents. The storm surge was so great that they eventually had to resort to sitting on their kitchen counters to keep from getting wet. When that got too high, they went out to the van parked outside--which worked until it started to float away. Eventually, these folks went back inside and up into the attic. It was so strange to see search and rescue teams from Miami Dade searching for the dead and missing.

I kept trying to recall if there was anyone I knew that lived in Pensacola, and I thought of two names, one from middle school/high school, and one from college. The number I have for my friend Kim from high school hasn't worked in a few months, and I'm not sure how to get a hold of her. Chasidy, a friend of mine from college, is married and has kids. I've not spoken to her in some nigh ten years.

Hope everyone is as well as possible, and even more importantly, safe.

A bit of a light post

Yes, I AM listening to the Venga Boys' We Like to Party.

I AM NOT, however, dancing like the Six Flags old man. This is mostly because I don't know his moves. If I did, you could fully imagine me dancing that way.

Actually, I guess you could already imagine me doing so. There is nothing preventing you.

I didn't know who you were with

Yeah, I thought about going with "I'll make him an offer he can't refuse" or something like that, but didn't.

Yes, it's The Godfather Horse Head pillow. Bigger than the boyfriend pillow? Hmmm.

Threadless

Design your own T-shirts, submit them for voting, and the best are printed up.

Threadless.

It's a small world. . .

No, not the ride, but a collection of tiny whiskey bottles.

A very large collection, it seems.

Great Citibank spam

I just got one of those Citibank spam/scam e-mails prompting me to safeguard my account.

I'd better be safe and "safeguard" it.

Sheesh.

Man, am I a lightweight

There used to be a time when I would have been able to just pop open a bottle of Tabasco, take a swig, and enjoy it. My mom would have Tabasco with everything, rice, eggs, toast. Okay, probably not toast, but she liked her red sauce. Now Paul, my stepfather, he brought home all sorts of stuff. Jerk sauce with a funny warning label, the green Tabasco, when it came out--I've never had it. Whenever he made Caroll Shelby's chili with all the spices thrown in, it was GREAT!

So, today I brought what was left over of my order of Special Fried Rice from China Garden. Because I had no soy sauce, and because I saw a tempting large bottle of Tabasco, I threw some on my rice. Now I'm back from my break, sniffling, and with a numb tongue.

Guess it's been a while since I've tried something spicy.

Since we're talking about food, the California roll and tempura that Rachael Ray was eating while she was in Portland, Oregon looked SOOOOOOO good.