My wife is convinced she’s married to a white man – although she’s the one with the pointy nose, thin lips, and green eyes. This belief is most often vocalized when I’m singing along with those country and 70s AM Gold compilations you see offered on television at 1 in the morning. Hey I can’t help it if my musical tastes cover several different genres. I tell her she doesn’t have anything to worry about until I come home and start singing bluegrass tunes. Incidentally, I DID almost but an Allison Krause and Union Station CD when I stopped by Cracker Barrel yesterday. Almost. Maybe she should start to worry now…
I had to make an impromptu trip to Anderson yesterday, and while I was there I stopped by the Ridgeway’s sign company. I ended up staying there for about an hour and met several of the people who work there. It’s kinda odd seeing people you know socially in a professional environment. All is I know is if I ever need a sign made, they’ll be the people I turn to. I even got to chat with Caesar the iguana for a while. Reptiles are sooo cool. Patti was surprised to find out that I wanted to be a herpetologist at one time. I wanted to curate a reptile exhibit in a major zoo or in a natural history museum. And here I am working with cotton. Go figure.
It was quite a pleasure seeing Desiree this past week. Nick didn’t want her to return to California. It was also nice to see Tom, as well as the other visitors we had at services. Mafia was a pretty fun game. I’ve just got to remember not to be taken in by Summer’s sad “y’all are pickin’ on me” faces. Mr. B., you would’ve put Johnny Cochran to shame in a courtroom.
I’m really considering skipping the San Antonio conference and driving to KC. What do I do? The San Diego trip in mid-January is a done deal though. Got my tix and everything… Nothing beats San Diego in January man, absolutely nothing. Except eating Pot Stickers at the Cheesecake Factory for lunch in San Diego in January. One of my co-workers wants us all to go whale watching while we’re there. Sounds cool to me.
One other thing I learned while in Anderson yesterday: it’s amazing just how much of a guy’s crack can be exposed to the world and him be completely unaware of it. And that’s all I have to say about that.
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San Antonio is awesome... but you have to come to KC :)
A while back one of my housemates had Dr. Phil on the TV (yeah...I know...) and he was interviewing two black guys. One was accusing the other of being "too white." Apparently the poor fellow in question suffered from an appreciation of "white" music and interests.
But I'd definitely recommend the Alison Kraus :)
I distinctly remember you saying you tried ice skating once, and liked it...
Oooh, the truth is coming out... ;)
If I only had the money from the OJ defense!
Perhaps we all had the wrong skin put on us at birth. Mr. Weston alleged one time that there must be a black man in me somewhere - that after a night of dancing at a YOU prom.
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