Spent




Amy was in town this weekend, I spent too much money at Norstrom Rack, and I nursed a killer hangover all Monday.

Top Weekend Times

7. Relaaaaaxing.
6. Bike riding.
5. Awesome new corduroy pants.
4. Dancing time.
3. Bracky Jo Cowden.
2. Looking at tour photos, and the DVD that Mark made us.
1. Coming home to my new house. I just can't get over it.

It could be nothing

I recently heard about a friend, whose hairdresser discovered a lump behind her ear. Long story short, the friend had to have some major, scary surgery to get it removed. It got me to thinking. Hey, I have a lump behind my ear too. So Leon made me go to the doctor to get it checked out. My doctor says it feels like a swollen lymph node. Thing is, it's been there, the same size for months, or even a year. And I've got some other ones...elsewhere. So I had blood taken and they're going to screen me for some basic stuff. It will probably come back normal I guess. I'm supposed to monitor my lumpy lumps for 2 more months and go back for a check up. If they're still there, I may have to see a surgeon. But like I said, it could be nothing.

I have caught kickballs with my own two hands

Last night was the first ever kickball practice. Boy, do I need it. By the time it was over, I caught a few balls. Sweet.

This was an awesome ending to a day in which I felt like the biggest schlamazeil in the world. I couldn't get over on the freeway, almost got into two accidents and missed my turn off. Some days I feel like Larry David, but not as funny. Yesterday was one of those days.

Missing: Clothes

I am going through my clothes this morning and I'm thinking, "dude, I thought I had more clothes." Is it that nothing fits anymore? Am I just tired of everything? Have I unpacked all my stuff? Anyway, I couldn't find anything to wear, so I ended up in an outfit that's especially drab and boring. I feel like I am a black & white movie character in a color movie. I should be eating parsnip pie in a depression camp.