RIP Charles Nelson Reilly

I literally was on my way to bed, when I read that Charles Nelson Reilly had passed away. I'm extremely sad. He always brought a smile to my face when I'd watch the Match Game. Him and Brett Somers were hilarious. I shall miss him.

Charles Nelson Reilly
(January 13, 1931-May 25, 2007)

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Emotions.

Someone posted this on myspace, and well it was interesting. It actually helped. I encourage you all to do the same, whether you want to post them here, or just to write them down. Let those emotions out, it's such a relief, even if no one's listening, or here to take the blow.

RULES:
1) List 20 things you want to say to people, but never will.
2) Don't say who they are.
3) Never discuss it again

1] I love you more than life itself, I just wish you listened long enough to hear it.

2] When you talk, I think to myself, "Man your parents sure did screw up."

3] I have these dreams, and each one ends with me saving you. I miss the hell out of you. And yes I blame myself.

4] When I told you I was visiting him, I lied.

5] Flush the toilet, and by God was your hands when your done.

6] Remember that summer I told you we were going bowling? We never made it to the bowling alley, we were too busy getting high, and being stupid.

7] There was a time when you meant the world to me. Even you, have lost your wings.

8] I wish you'd stop interfering with our lives. Yes we've grown up, and yes we can make our own decisions. I'm sorry you can't seem to understand that our lives don't revolve around you anymore.

9] I think you're a coward. Are we that repulsive that you stay with your whores in FL? Or do you feel that guilty? I think you should grow some balls, and face your past.

10] Whores steal a father from his children.

11] I think you deserve the world. I just wish I could give it to you.

12] Without you and you and you I would be lost.

13] Why all the secrets?

14] Why so much hate? You don't even know me.

15] You're one hell of a weird person, but I guess you mean well.

16] You choose to drink. It's not my fault you messed up.

17] Why is it that I just found out about your two older children? I don't care about the circumstances, two innocent baby girls, never knew their father. That makes me sick, that makes you a disgrace.

18] When I feel sad, I pull out the card you sent me. You changed my life. And I love you, always.

19] You know if you smiled, and said an easy "Hey, how are you?" People would probably like you. Deep inside, I know there's a person in there, we'd love.

20] I don't care what they say, I think your amazing.

You love my crazy flaws.

Wow. Two posts in two days. I'm on a roll. Or not.

Let's see. I've had the past two days off, and haven't accomplished anything, but spending money. I seem to be pretty good at that. I just love the rain we've received over the past few days. Or not. Every time I step out with straightened hair, it rains and my hair gets wet, and it curls up. It gets kind of wavy, then frizzy, and it's driving me nuts.

So funny story. A couple of weeks ago, my brother and I were at Hastings. We saw this bumper sticker magnet black ribbon thing that said, "Support sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll." It's similar to the yellow ribbons that people plaster on the back of their cars to support our troops, and make themselves feel better about themselves, because damn it, they have the yellow ribbon to prove it. But that's another story. Anyway, we decided that needed to be on the back side of my grandmother's Impala. We opted for the ribbon, because it was a magnet, and easy to remove when she realized it was there. It's better then the Elvis Lives! sticker my brother wanted to buy. I mean, the Elvis one was funny, but it needed to be removable without causing damage. I didn't feel like getting arrested for vandalism. Because yes, my grandmother wouldn't hesitate killing me or sending me to jail for defacing her precious Impala.

Anyway, long story short. My grandmother drove around town and to Oklahoma to a casino with this magnet on the backside of her car, for two whole days. She wasn't as mad as I thought she would be, but wasn't pleased. But hey, we've been laughing about it ever sense. Picture it, grandma, big curly head of hair (grandma style), driving ever so cautiously, stopping at every yellow light, while you honk because she's going so slow. But then you see this sticker of sorts, and start to read. And you laugh ever so loudly, out loud. You phone your friends, your friend's friends, your neighbors, anyone you think of. Because that my friends. Is funny as hell. I've been watching my back though, because she's out to get me. I can feel it.

Mom turned 51, which means I'll be 23, which means before I know it, I'm 30. And that's the end as I know it. Scream for me. Okay so 30's not so bad. I think 40 will be the tough one. Because when your 50, the sex is supposed to be great. Right? Someone prove this.

6 days..................................................

Peace out.

Cali Part 2, well 3.

Tell me how in the hell I spent 130 bucks at the liquor store yesterday? Oh wait, that's what happens when you grab two bottles of Disaronno, a bottle of Grey Goose, a bottle of Jack, and well some Myers Rum. Okay, so it's not all for me. The Grey Goose is all mine, but damn. 130 bucks. I went in for a gift, and ended up splurging on myself, and of course, my mother. (Happy birthday Mama.) None the less, Goody Goody Liquor loves us. Enough of the lush talk. I'm beginning to sound like someone else I know all too well.

California is only a week away. I need to get a move on though. I should really decide what I'm gonna pack. The camera I ordered finally came in the mail, and well, besides the packing issue, I do believe I'm all set. Can't wait for our mini little getaway.

Okay the cat just scared the shit out of me. He totally just knocked something into the sink, and is running around the house with his tail all bushed out. Serves him right. I'll end on that note.

Peace out.

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Still kind of sick. The cough lingers. But I'm getting better...

I had the night off, so Mama Jackie and myself decided to go eat dinner and catch a movie. We ended up watching Georgia Rule and chowing down on some nice food at the movie tavern. The movie, despite it's bad ratings was good. Jane Fonda was funny. Felicity Huffman can never fail. And well, I still hold hope for Lindsey Lohan. Nothing like watching Lilo get fingered and giving a blow job with your mother. But alas, just watch.

Should I make it a point not to text and drive? Cee, tell em, how bad it can be...I'm just glad it was the tire, and not you. Correction. Tires. And tell me why cleaning out the email inbox on a sidekick, must be so time consuming. There has to be an easier way. And congrats to Meli, on becoming the proud parent of a kick. Now we're all connected. Isn't it great? Each Lulas, armed with a kick.

I can't wait to be back in LA. June 1 can't get here quick enough. I just wish I could stay longer. Gotta love those fly by vacations. And yes, it's soap related. Be jealous.

I'm out. Peace.

Dear Children. (read icon.)

Wow. I'm writing. Amazing isn't it?

So here's the deal. I went to the zoo. I got sick. End of story. I had fun, and would do it all over again, but damn, do I have to bring home the biggest cold I've probably ever had? And it's not just any cold. It couldn't just hit me at once. Each day it progressed with something else. In fact, I've never choked on my tonsils until last Saturday at like 9 A.M. Wow, what an experience. I blame the children. Fuck them. And well, I'm still not really over this. Damn those snot nosed brats.

I felt like I was 92 today. Every time someone asked me a question, or even spoke to me, I was having to ask them to repeat themselves. My ears are so congested, or whatever you call it. I hate having people repeat themselves. Even chewing gum makes hearing almost impossible.

I just took a look around my room. And OMG. I need to do some major cleaning. I am by no means, a clean freak. My idea of organization, is stacks of papers and whatnots around the room. Like I have to order to my clutter. I really should do something about this. Anyone want to clean my room? HAHA. Don't you all jump at once.

And like OMG. Could Days of our Lives get any better?

shittake mushrooms.

I am sick. I can't seem to get over this. It's been almost a week. Help me.

OMG. Update.

So it's been brought to my attention that my updates have been missed. You could have fooled me.

Anyway. I've been busy. Busy being lazy. And well it's occurred to me, that I can't type anymore. I've officially spent to much time on the sidekick. I'm seriously having trouble typing this. Damn. I just haven't been up to doing much. And honestly updating this thing has been the least of my worries.

Let's see. Lorna and CeeAirrah played a horrible joke on Meli and myself. And for the record. I believed you for all of 10 minutes. I knew you had to be lying. But it got me thinking. Would this really be all that bad. It's not like we've seen them on TV anyway? I was almost relieved. Is that sad? Is that bad? Okay. So the joke. Mama and Papa had quit. Quit their jobs. Left us high and dry. My reaction, "Oh wow." Kudos to my ladies. You had us going. I just hope you haven't jinxed our already horrible show.

So if you've read my myspace blog about my OMG moments at work about the banana and the lopsided boobs. You're gonna get this. So again. It's happened. Woman walks into store, in only a sport's bra. I typed that correctly. Thin. White. Sports. Bra. And she's at least 45. With saggy old woman boobs. And I can see her, you know whats. I couldn't keep a straight face. You have to wonder what the fuck she was thinking. Because a Sports Bra is not an acceptable item of clothing if you've had 6 kids, and need a tummy tuck. Sorry. Please buy your Milwaukee's Best and your Marlboro Red's elsewhere. I don't wanna see your titties.

Be proud of me. I haven't had fast food in over a month. I just got tired of eating that stuff. Have you really looked at what your eating when you shove it in your mouth? Yuck. I still can't cut the Dr. Pepper. Soon. Very soon.

So, guess what I'm doing tomorrow? I've forced my mother into going to the zoo with me. I've been dying to go, and well, she's finally decided she's gonna go with me. I'm so excited. They have this new baby giraffe too. And well, don't laugh. I've always loved the zoo, and it's been forever. And well, thank God for 3 days off.

Later. And sorry for such a delay.