Saturday, January 27, 2007

Africa: Day 2 (Getting Settled)

It took me longer than anticipated to return once again to this journal. Delays in airports, "special random security screening" processes, and the general hubbub of international travel left little time for prose as we scrambled madly to get to our gates just in time to be herded into our uncomfortable seats like so many sheep in a pen.

The flights were fine, if uncomfortably long, but that is to be expected. While at JFK, I tried to upgrade our seats from Coach to business class but the fee for that was in excess of five thousand dollars each. As you can imagine, Tim and I crammed ourselves in coach instead. The flight was surprisingly empty thankfully. Apparently few people choose to take the red-eye to London this time of year. Once the plane departed the gate I was able to move over to a center row where all four chairs were unoccupied, upon whence I waited for dinner to be served and then stretched out across all 4 chairs and soundly slept most of the entire trip, only waking 40 minutes prior to landing in London. The flight attendant in our section was a little light-in-the-loafers, as the British like to say, so he greeted me upon waking and promptly offered me the breakfast that I missed while sleeping. As usual, I have the habit of projecting some trait that tells gay men exactly where I am at all times. They can spot me in a crowd with little to no trouble. One would think that a three day beard, dusty leather cowboy hat, wrinkles in my clothing and the general unwashed state I was in after this long on a plane would have the same effect on men as it does on the softer sex. I certainly don't see women going out of their way to bring me breakfast when know it's almost time to land and all the food has been put away in preparation for descent. Regardless of the reason however, I was quite glad to accept his hospitality and his offered breakfast.

The genteel steward was about the only interesting thing about the flights. The rest of the trip went uneventfully forward without much of a headache and we arrive in Tripoli on time at 3:00 PM local time.

A Note About These Posts:

While my mind is digressing on this point I feel I should point out the way I will be structuring these journals during my trip. Due to the pace I plan on working this team while I'm here, I will have little time during the day to communicate with you, my friends and family, through the usual channels of Yahoo and Email. I still have yet to procure Internet for the apartment here due to local telecommunications issues. However, they have recently installed wireless Internet at the El Saraaya restaurant about three kilometers from our apartment. So while I will be communicating less often, I'll try to make sure that I communicate with greater detail on those rare chances when I can get online.

I compose these posts offline on my laptop and then post them on the blog when I have time, which will usually be at night. To keep them in order, I'll post the dates at the end of the message, since blogger will automatically post their creation date as the date when I upload them, which may often be days after their creation.

Coming Home Again:

It seemed wonderfully exciting to be returning to Libya again after so long back home in the states, however I found myself experiencing a different kind of nostalgic emotion when I once again laid eyes on this sand covered coastal city. I expected in foresight to be seeing the sights with the fervor of one who is unused to the experience, glancing around in curious wonder at the strange architecture, the myriad of local garb, the language which is so different from our own.

Instead, I stepped out of the gates of Tripoli International Airport with a more nostalgic feeling affecting my senses than I had anticipated. Rather than experiencing a new wonder and inquisitiveness, I was instead immersed in a feeling of "home" as I smelled the air for the first time here. The desert winds carry with them a dry "sand" scent, if sand can be said to have a scent. I can't describe it in easy terms, but it is very different than the scent of a Carolina wind which has been blowing through the pines for two hundred miles before reaching your senses. Instead there was a sweet after-scent which I equate to the smell of the date palms and the plains grasses that frequent this region.

Rather than seeking our our public relations agent, who wasn't actually there, and worrying about how to get a ride to our apartment, I was instead immediately at home here. I walked out of customs, accosted the first cabbie I saw standing readily at the gate before he could accost me instead, handed over my bags and started bickering over price. Agreeing to our terms of one cab and twenty dinar rather than the two cabs they were trying to sucker us into, he packed our luggage and began the trek to the east side of the city where we live. The radio sparked to life outside of the airport and my reverie was then accompanied by the beats and rhythms of native Egyptian music. Rather than listening and trying to understand all the individual words as I did when I first arrived here eleven month ago, I sat back and let the harmonic sounds wash over me as I glanced pleasantly out the passenger side window at children playing with sticks in the sand, shoufa-covered women walking through the streets, and cars vying for position on the highways in a mad frenzy as if everyone here were playing a real life game of pole position. All the while our cabbie was pushing the little kia sedan at 160 kph down the bumpy and pothole-laden roads towards home.

This is not to say that I do not first and foremost love North Carolina and all my friends and family that make my life as wonderful as it is when I'm home. I tell you all this only to say that after spending six months of the last year here, it is much more reminiscent of coming home than of going away on a trip.

Shortly after our arrival, Tim and I began the worrisome task of unpacking, checking the stocks of our supplies, turning on the appliances in the apartment, and preparing to go to the Venizia for dinner. I have been yearning to sit in my corner booth, which isn't really a smoking section at all but the locals love my team and they let us sit wherever we like. I happily slid into my corner section of the restaurant and exchanged pleasantries with the staff, whom we have all gotten to know during our travels. Mohammed, Hussein, and the others asked about you all who have been here before. April, if you're reading this I am supposed to inform you that the locals miss you dearly and hope for your return. They also congratulate you on your new job in America and wish you well. Chris and Mike, you too were thought of and asked about by the staff. I informed them of everyone's status at the time and they asked me to be sure to keep them updated on events with you guys.

After dinner, we performed the normal rituals of procuring supplies from the Sooq Mahari, stopped by the El-Saraaya to check on the reality of the wireless Internet, and returned home to stock the shelves with our supplies.

In as much as this trip is filled with wonderful nostalgia and comforts, it is filled with longing for you, April, to be here with me. I didn't feel it until I looked out the window of our room here and admired the gardens that dot the landscape of the Ambassador's lawn. While standing there my first reaction was to say "Hey, baby, come look how beautiful this is." Only, as I started to turn I realized that you aren't here to share it with me this time.

That's when it hit me how different it will be without you here. The king-sized bed is uncomfortably too large without your side of it being occupied with your presence. I stood there in dumbfounded stupidity wondering how I was going to sleep here alone. When I walked to "your" side of the bed I felt out of place and lonely.

Having been the chief cook and cleaner when we were here before the last time, April had taken the role of being the one to look after our personal needs; washing the clothes that needed it, making the bed, folding my underwear in those ridiculous little squares and placing them neatly in the drawers of my dresser, making sure we had everything ready for work each day, monitoring the usage of laundry detergent, dutifully spreading out the shower curtain so it would dry after one of us louts would leave it clumped together in the corner.

It's not that I miss your presence cleaning up after me and the rest of the guys, but that I miss knowing you were there. The absence of these things are poignant reminders that you're not present with me this time. There's no one here for me to share a milk-shake with any more. And who's going to tell the cab driver how to get to the Murina restaurant? I don't even know how to find that place and it's my favorite restaurant! You became my walking GPS, so I had made it my priority to remember the details about work while you became my counterpart and handled the civilian sides of life here in Libya.

Without possessing the literary skill required to tell you exactly how much I am going to miss you while I'm here, I will have to shamefully suffice with "I love you and I miss you so much already." While the excitement of spending time in a foreign country is amazing and tantamount to nothing else I've ever experienced, there is an obvious hole in my presence here that nothing but you could adequately fill. (I just had a mental picture of trying to put a square peg in a round hole when trying to think of any way to be fill the void that is created with your absence. I'm not sure if that makes you my square peg or my round hole, but you're definitely one of those two and it's not the same here without you.)

Well, in order to avoid transcending into a personal gloom of loneliness, I feel it best that I end this here at this time and return to the mundane tasks of cleaning the house and preparing emails to send to my CEO back in the USA.

Until next time, know that I miss all of you very much.

Much love,

Tommy: 1806HRS GMT+2 012707

Africa: Day 0 (Departing RDU)

And thus begins my story; sitting in a familiar booth, in a familiar cafe, in another familiar airport very much reminiscent of that day 8 months ago when I began the last chronicles of my adventure in Africa.

I would like to segway momentarily to apologize to those of you who are loyal readers of this blog. I was blogging at an ever-increasing frenzied pace throughout December and seemed to fall off the earth in January, so much that my best friend assumed I had left the country without telling her.

In fact, I had not yet left the Americas but was instead consumed with the daily preparations inherent in these projects, coupled with the duties of hiring for the next project as well. These last days have seen me spending many dutiful hours behind the keyboard, but few moments for personal enjoyment and blogging.

As my journeys resume, however, I will find it again quite comforting to assume my regular position behind this laptop, writing to all of you at home to share my experiences and longing for your communications, to know what is going on at home, to feel like part of the Americas.

In as much as I thoroughly enjoy the travel and work overseas, I find that I equally enjoy the time of reflection that times like this impose upon me. Lacking social companionship I usually find it much easier to sit and write my thoughts from the patio of my Libyan apartment, from the second floor of the Italian cafe in Tripoli. Not having the distractions of my normal life seems to breed a certain flavor to my writings that can't be duplicated from the comfort of my home. This makes me feel as if I slightly understand why "real" authors often go to far away remote places and hide away for months at a time to complete their literary works. Solitude breeds insight. Insight brings thought and thought breeds a vernacular adeptness above that of the regular rantings that sometimes drift across this blog like flotsam on a literary ocean.

I guess I need to tell you why I'm going, so you'll have a better understanding of what we are doing. To put it in simple terms that the nonsavvy of you will understand I guess we can describe this trip as literary public relations. When implementing a network that runs into the millions of dollars, a certain amount of documentation is required to tell the customer "how" things work, "why" they work that way, and "what" to do to best utilize their equipment. Previous project managers and turn and burn of staffing have resulted in a mostly complete network model, however the lack of documentation skills in some of the previous members have left the documentation in poor shape, with large gaps of information missing and/or inaccurate. The team I put together originally did such a good job on the documentation of our previous installations that we have been asked to completely re-write the documentation, and then to deliver it to the customer. This is an extremely tedious process and requires us to be at the actual location to gather information from the equipment we're working on. As such, Tim and I are returning to "put it right" as it were.

Well, time is abundant and I have things yet to accomplish here before I board for JFK international, so I'll end this narrative here for now. I'll resume from New York or London if time permits.

Much love,

Tommy: 1347HRS EST 012407

He made it!

For those of you that haven't had a chance to talk to me, or to Tommy, he made it to Tripoli this morning around 9:30 or so our time. He totally had his days screwed up, but not the dates.... so he's been wandering around Tripoli confused thinking it was Saturday...... LOL I love you honey! Anyway, he made it safe and sound, and from what I can tell spent the rest of the day settling in. I was hoping to stay up long enough to talk to him tonight (early morning for him), but I'm scared he might be sleeping in a little, and I don't know when he'll be awake. I'll just wait til I get up in the morning.... For local news.... (hehehe) went to Sappari's with Bridget tonight, waited for almost 2 hours for a table!! (But it was good, like always) Then we went and got Logan a bday present, his party is tomorrow, and I just found out, I'm such a slacker!! LOL After that we went to the Bistro, and ran into Marcus and Mary, Craig and Megan, 2 guys that graduated with me (Jody A. and Brooks B. Mama), and a handful of really cool friends that welcomed us right in! We managed to stay a lot longer than the hour I had originally thought I'd last.... LOL Tommy, if you see this, I love you, and miss you bunches, and really, really, really wish I was there with you!! Have fun, stay safe, and I'll talk to you real soon! G'night y'all! :)

Thursday, January 25, 2007

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Flight Information

Yup, I'm leaving again for Africa. My apologies for not writing more sooner. I know I've been slack lately, but I've been extremely busy trying to gear up for this flight. I promise to write a lot from Africa and to check the blog often for comments and new posts from you guys.

For those of you who want to know, this is my flight schedule for my departure:

Flight Plans:

Friday, January 25th - Departing RDU on Flight AA 4656 2:55 PM EST
Arrive in New York at 4:30 PM EST

Friday, January 25th - Departing JFK on Flight BA 176 7:30 PM EST
Arrive in London at 7:30 GMT (2:30 AM EST)

Saturday, January 26th - Departing LHR on Flight BA 898 9:30AM GMT (4:30 AM EST)
Arrival in Tripoli, Libya at 3:00 PM GMT+2 (8:00 AM EST)

Contact Information:

As always, it's lonely over there and I'd love some communications from you all while I'm gone. The following ways are easiest to reach me.


Posting on this blog...

Libyan Cell Phone: 011-218-92-744-8702
Libyan Home Phone: 011-218-21-340-8626
Yahoo Messenger: alornmage
Skype: tommyjordanati (I think)

If you would like assistance with time and date conversion or want to know what time it is wherever I am, I'd suggest this web site here. Or you can just try to remember that I'm 7 hours ahead of you. So... call me ALL you want.. just don't call me at 8 PM ... (Marion.....)


Love you guys! All of you! Will write more soon. Please comment and keep in touch!


I just had to share this....

It was sent to me by my mom!!! LMFAO!!! :D

Sunday, January 14, 2007

It's a cruel, cruel world

I don't even know where to begin.... I woke up this morning to 70 degree weather, and opened my windows, crawled on the couch, and started reading a book, happy as a clam. About 30 minutes later a friend calls, to ask me if I've seen the news.... Evidently sometime around 10:30-11:00 pm last night at least 2 churches were set on fire, and about a half dozen were vandalized by robbery, all of them Baptist churches. The only news stories I can find now are here and here. I have never been so shocked and upset about my community as I have been today. Why would anyone do that? What has all these churches done to people to deserve this? Never in my wildest dreams did I think something like that would happen around here. Needless to say, my heart just wasn't into enjoying to beautiful day ahead of me. Please everyone take a minute and send a prayer or a warm thought to those church families that lost a huge part of them, and to those of us rocked by the loss of security in our neighborhoods.

Friday, January 12, 2007

First Time Ever...

Wow..for the first time in the history of this blog, there have been so many posts that I'm not even on my own front page any more! I'm impressed. Thanks M and April. Keep it up. I've got to catch up.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

One last thing

I wanted to share this web site with all my girls...Let's all be honest, we are all trying to watch what we eat and lose a few pounds, and we are all doing it in our own way. I gained 15 lbs from June till october and seemed to gain about 4 more over the holidays. I've officially started weight watchers and working out again. I have got to be a MILF by summer!!! Anyways, here's a great website for tips and such...check it out!!


So tommy, When are you going to put that hott picture of me over on the right hand side?

The Purina Diet

The Purina Diet I was in Wal-Mart buying a large bag of Purina dog chow and was in line to check out. A woman behind me asked if I had a dog........ Duh! I was feeling a bit crabby, so on impulse, I told her no, I was starting The Purina Diet again, although I probably shouldn't because I ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care unit with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IV's in both arms. Her eyes about bugged out of her head. I went on and on with the bogus diet story and she was totally buying it. I told her that it was an easy, inexpensive diet and that the way it works is to load your pockets or purse with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry. The package said the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again. I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a tall guy behind her. Horrified, she asked if something in the dog food had poisoned me and was that why I ended up in the hospital. I said no.....I'd been sitting in the street licking my butt when a car hit me. I thought the tall guy was going to have to be carried out the door.

Where do I get these from???

Fourth Place : A man bumps into a woman in a hotel lobby and as he does, his elbowgoesinto her breast. They are both quite startled. The man turns to herandsays, "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'llforgive me." She replies, "If your penis is as hard as your elbow, I'min room 221." Third Place : One night, as a couple lays down for bed, the husband starts rubbinghiswife's arm. The wife turns over and says "I'm sorry honey, I've got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay fresh. "Thehusband, rejected, turns over. A few minutes later, he rolls back overandtapshis wife again. "Do you have a dentist appointment tomorrow too?" Runner Up: Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for anumberof years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he hadaterrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickleslicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talkabout it, but Bill said he would be too embarrassed. He vowed toovercomethecompulsion on his own.One day a few weeks later, Bill came home and hiswife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. What'swrong,Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had thistremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"Oh, Bill, you didn't" she exclaimed. Yes, I did." he replied.My God, Bill, what happened?""I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickleslicer?"Oh...she got fired too." Winner: A couple had been married for 50 years. They were sitting at thebreakfast table one morning when the wife says, "Just think, fiftyyearsago we were sitting here at this breakfast table together." "I know,"the old man said. "We were probably sitting here naked as a jaybirdfiftyyears ago." "Well," Granny snickered. "Let's relive some old times."Whereupon, the two stripped to the buff and sat down at the table. "Youknow,honey," the little old lady breathlessly replied, "My nipples are ashot foryoutoday as they were fifty years ago." "I wouldn't be surprised,"repliedGramps. "One's in your coffee and the other is in your oatmeal."

For you husbands...

Dear Tech Support: Last year I upgraded from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0. I soon noticed that the new program began unexpected child processing that took up a lot of space and valuable resources. In addition, Wife 1.0 installed itself into all other programs and now monitors all other system activity. Applications such as Poker Night 10.3, Football 5.0 , Hunting and Fishing 7.5 , and Golfing 3.6. I can't seem to keep Wife 1.0 in the background while attempting to run my favorite applications. I'm thinking about going back to Girlfriend 7.0 , but the uninstall doesn't work on Wife 1.0 . Please help! Thanks, Troubled User..... _____________________________________ REPLY: Dear Troubled User: This is a very common problem that men complain about. Many people upgrade from Girlfriend 7.0 to Wife 1.0, thinking that it is just a Utilities and Entertainment program. Wife 1.0 is an OPERATING SYSTEM and is designed by its Creator to run EVERYTHING !!! It is also impossible to delete Wife 1.0 and to return to Girlfriend 7.0 . It is impossible to uninstall, or purge the program files from the system once installed. You cannot go back to Girlfriend 7.0 because Wife 1.0 is designed to not allow this. Look in your Wife 1.0 manual under Warnings-Alimony/Child Support . I recommend that you keep Wife 1.0 and work on improving the situation. I suggest installing the background application "Yes Dear" to alleviate software augmentation. The best course of action is to enter the command C:\APOLOGIZE! because ultimately you will have to give the APOLOGIZE command before the system will return to normal anyway. Wife 1.0 is a great program, but it tends to be very high maintenance. Wife 1.0 comes with several support programs, such as Clean and Sweep 3.0 , Cook It 1.5 and Do Bills 4.2 However, be very careful how you use these programs. Improper use will cause the system to launch the program Nag Nag 9.5 . Once this happens, the only way to improve the performance of Wife 1.0 is to purchase additional software. I recommend Flowers 2.1 and Diamonds 5.0 WARNING!!! DO NOT, under any circumstances, install Secretary With Short Skirt 3.3 This application is not supported by Wife 1.0 and will cause irreversible damage to the operating system! Best of luck, Tech Support

Always the bridesmaid....

Ok, I saw this, and just had to try it. Wouldn't you know, this is how it would turn out! It is pretty accurate though..... LOL
The Maid of Honor
Deliberate Gentle Love Master (DGLMf)

Appreciated for your kindness and envied for all your experience, you are The Maid of Honor.

Charismatic, affectionate, and terrific in relationships, you are what many guys would call a "perfect catch"--and you probably have many admirers, each wishing to capture your long-term love. You're careful, extra careful, because the last thing you want is to hurt anyone. Especially some poor boy whose only crime was liking you.

Your exact opposite:

Random Brutal Sex Dreamer
We've deduced you're fully capable of a dirty fling, but you do feel that post-coital attachment after hooking up. So, conscientious person that you are, you do your best to reserve physical affection for those you you can respect yourself.

Your biggest negative is the byproduct of your careful nature: indecision. You're just as slow rejecting someone as you are accepting them.

ALWAYS AVOID: The False Messiah, The 5-Night Stand, The Vapor Trail, The Bachelor

CONSIDER: The Gentleman, someone just like you.

Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Now one for the guys

The Guys' Rules
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down. Finally , the guys' side of the story.(I must admit, it's pretty good.) We always hear " the rules " From the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side.T hese are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered "1"ON PURPOSE! 1. Men are not mind readers... 1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down. 1. Sunday sports: It's like the full moonor the changing of the tides.Let it be. 1. Shopping is NOT a sport.And no, we are never going to think of it that way. 1. Crying is blackmail. 1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it! 1. Yes and No are perfectly Acceptable answers to almost every question. 1. Come to us with a problem only If you want help solving it. That's what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for. 1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem ... See a doctor. 1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days. 1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys. 1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.Don't ask us. 1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one . 1. You can either ask us to do somethingOr tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself. 1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials. 1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we. 1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not! a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is. 1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle. 1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear. 1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear Is fine... Really. 1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,or golf. 1. You have enough clothes. 1. You have too many shoes. 1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape! 1. Thank you for reading this..Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight.But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

For the Girls

This poem by Maya Angelo... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ... something perfect to wear if the employer or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .... a youth she's content to leave behind.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...... a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored... A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..... a feeling of control over her destiny... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to fall in love without losing herself.. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... HOW TO QUIT A JOB, BREAK UP WITH A LOVER, AND CONFRONT A FRIEND WITHOUT RUINING THE FRIENDSHIP... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.. EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she would and wouldn't do for love or more... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she should't take it personally... > EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW where to go... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Frank Caliendo

Tommy, I'm sure you've been to his website, but it totally slipped my mind that i get these e-mailed to me weekly during football season...HAVE FUN!!! "Mommy M"

Sleepin' like a baby.....

I think Tommy has finally managed to get some sleep! He's been asleep for a little over an hour now, and I hope he can sleep for a few more.... Tommy's mouth started bothering really badly yesterday (no, it wasn't hangover related, just an old tooth getting infected again), and he may have gotten 30 min. of sleep last night. :( He managed to see a dentist today, and with the combinations of medicine he was prescribed he has managed to dull the pain enough to sleep. I hope and pray he can sleep through more of tonight.... Keep him in your thoughts, ok? It's gonna make traveling to Africa really hard, if he's still leaving this weekend.....

New Year's Update

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This post was written when I was a little intoxicated on New Years Eve, and therefore I didn't publish it. However, upon further thought I figure that's not the right thing to do. It's like trying to pretend you didn't say something when all your friends were there to witness it. Therefore, in the pursuit of honestly representing myself, I figure I might as well go ahead and share the stupid moments as well as the more... literarily composed ones. So, without further ado, this was the post I started new years eve at Tom's table in Atlantic Beach.

Well, it's 9:58 PM and this is your new years scooby update. I can officially say that I'm almost drunk, which is WAY strange for me, considering I have the tolarance of three ox's and never ever drink. As usual, this is why I don't think... umm.. drink.  I've only been drinking for about 20 minutes, but I've tossed back half a fifth in about three minutes and I'm enjoying the effects of the buzz, which will disappate soon. Do you have any idea how dyslexic you become when you've been drinking? I have to hit the backspace key about every three characters, and that's only assumig that I can find th ebackspace key...

Now I remember why I don't drink. I was drinking for about ten minute before I said something that hurt April's feelings, which I immediately regretted. Again, to be bluntly honest, I think I'm too much of a control freak to be an alcoholic. I don't drink much because it makes turns off that filter that I use that tells me when.. no what.. yeah.. what NOt to say. Carp. I keep kitting the backspace key not by accident.

I think I'm gonna jus twrite this as it comes to me and forget the punctuation, because when you think about it what is punctuation really? It's like commands fr preople who can't read... ymm understand what you're trying to say. I mean if you really new what I menat you would n't need the punctiation right"?

I started off about twent minutes ago because tom kept hyelling tha tno one now was drinking with him. So, I decided to drink wth him and now that I'm drunk he's watching som emovie and I have to shuch... shuch..carp... shuch... crap.. shush!

Ha i said it!

Ok.. umm.. what else can I say? I have absolutely no tihng to pontificate on at this moment. I'm just tryin gto blog so Tom can finish his sutpid movoie. Besides, I've seen it anyways and I't s a horrible bomoivie.

Oh god I have drunk typing skillls. How crappy is that. I feel like those fgriends that I hate when they're drunk. You see? This is why I dn't drionk.  Cause I get all happy .. like way TOOOOO happy.. I becme that thappy guy that people hate... see? I shouldn't drink at all.

i probbaly shouldn' tpost thins because it would only refect bacly on my.. me.  Shit.

My momma wouldn' tbe too prod o fme at the moment I think. Crap. Mpmmpa, if ou're readyin this, I love you and happy new years. I promose I don't do thois often.


Hly corap i I cab;t dind the mouse. This really siucks. I statterted with my lips bein gmunb. Now, my feet arre numb. I'm snot sture show... how that relates but I'm sure that I f my feet are numb, it'w way worse than my house.. no .. m y mouth meing bumb.

I really can't type when I'm drnuyk. I kind of thought ath T since I tuped so much that my findgers soulc still find the keys. However, I have found that this is not true necessarilyl. For ecample of you find the d key in the frong place, alll the keys seem to be one place to the right.. or left... or below.. you get the idea.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Off to a great new year

I know it's only Jan 1 BUT...Delayna has decided to start calling me "Mommy" instead of "Mimi"... I can tell a huge difference in her now's amazing how much we think words like that have no real meaning cause we use them so much....but yet to a little 5 year old girl it means so much!


This picture thing better work. If not, I might have to go shoe shopping. Most of you might not know, I am a belly dancer. Well my day job is teaching and I cant quite quit that one.

This performance we had to choose countries, dancing to Christmas music. Belly dancing to Christmas carols isnt really fun. However I found this cute story in Spanish called " El Burrito del Belen." Its a kid's story about the little burro who goes to Bethlehem following the Christmas star. So I dressed up my hair like a kid and basically free danced this entire thing. You cant really see the veil fluttering behind me much less my infamous smirk saying " Blessed America! There are people in the audience!" or maybe it was, ___________ ( insert some nasty word here) What am I going to do next?
The other picture shows part of my back tatts. No, right above the belt. Yes, they go below the belt. No, I dont have any more pictures of them on this computer. I kinda like the picture showing my back better.

Anyway, Happy new Year everyone. I think it was about 80 degrees out and the sirens were fairly quiet. then again I was pretty plastered at home watching Jeremiah. My ex- what ever he was ( friend with benefits) is in new York with his GF and her BF ( its a triad, works for them but they all couldnt handle me I guess) and they were at Times Square. I didn't watch because I knew he would be there and that made me ... well pissy.

The Scoobies Go To You Tube for New Years!

Ok. After a fifth of vodka in a very short time, it quickly became apparent why I'm not one to drink, sing, or dance in public. Embarrassment however is no reason not to publicly humiliate myself even further. So, while trying to recover from last night I took a few moments to figure this YouTube thingy out. Now guess what? We're on Youtube!!!



Again... a post I'm gonna regret.