HMFIC Yall's blog: "Stuff goin on"

...I have been so horny. I don't get it. It's like constantly. My poor hand is soo tired. :)

Mmmm, sorry folks I haven't been around much. I've been busy with stuff lately, trying to find a job and all, so I really haven't spent much time putzing around here like usual. (Okay, that sounds really lame, but that's the best I can offer up.) I am, however, going to clean out some of my photos in the next few days...I thought I'd give fair warning, if anyone's really that interested in them. Anything with two or fewer comments will pretty much be up for consideration for removal. If you wanna copy them or save 'em or rip 'em or whatever, knock yourselves out! Anyway, I hope you're all ("y'all," to my Texan friends,) having a good time here, keep chillin'!

Wow, I'm old. So I'm on facebook, because a friend has forced me to sign up, and I just decide to see who I know from High School is on there. Luckily, not many, as I guess the folks I graduated with are slightly on the other side of the internet expansion. And then, I come across one name....I know her, I think. But how? I'm racking my brain, the name sounds so familiar, yet I'm just not quite sure who the heck it is, and then... It's the younger cousin of my first girlfriend from High school! She was like six at the time her cousin and I dated, and now it looks like she just graduated college! But how can that be...I do the math, and it checks out! Holy crap-- --I'm old. Thank you facebook. you suck.

Weather.com says it's only 61 degrees out! Finally! I'm so sick of summer...at least the summer heat. This town is insane in the summer, it's just way to hot for me. My upper end of heat tolerance is in the high 50s, so after the past four months today is downright comfortable for me. I can't wait for it to get even colder! Finally! I can leave the windows open at night and actually sleep!

Okay, so I can't remember if I mentioned this in my past blogs or not, so if I have and you're tired of it, go ahead and scream at me. Anyway, Last year I set a goal for myself of reading at least 10,000 pages. I set this when I began keeping a log of all the books I read, just for my own amusement. Being the nerd that I am, I made an excel spreadsheet, so it became relatively easy to tally up the total pages and whatnot, and being obsessed with numbers, I set the said goal for myself. (I think this was in March and I'd already gone through 2000 pages so I thought what the hey) In any case, I finished the year with 10,591 total. So I thought for 2007 I should double it, and see if I can get to 20,000 pages....which quickly changed to well, let's see if I can average about 2000 pages a month, or 24,000 for the year. And I was on track for that until about May, when I sorta lost my mind again and never really made much headway. Then I got back into it a month or so ago...finally. I should be nearing 16,000 or so by the end of this month, and I'm pitifully way back on that one. I finally finished two nights ago Tolkien's The Silmirillion, that was the longest 300 pages and three weeks of agony in this venture so far. But now I'm at 10,400, so I'm pretty much at the same point I finished last year. I'm thinking I can make it to 20,000, but we'll have to see on the 24,000. Who knows. the other part that I'm worried about is that I've become too fixated on that number, and that I'll subconsciously read 'easy' books to ensure I get there. Again, oh well. I'll have to be careful. Anyway, sorry this isn't a real fascinating blog, but I in a weird state right now anyway, way to tired but hopped up on so much caffeine I can hardly see straight. Welcome to my world.

If anyone saw the stuff on the news about a bridge collapsing in Minneapolis...I went over that bridge yesterday, about two hours before it happened. I didn't find out 'till an hour later, when I got a message on my cell phone but I couldn't check my voicemail-- it seems all cell phone signals were jammed due to the heavy traffic. I finally turned on the TV and saw what had happened. As far as I can tell, my family, friends, and everyone I know who uses that bridge were never near it when it happened. I'm just amazed that it was yesterday...Tuesday I went to Ikea and got stuck in rush hour traffic...I went over the bridge about the same time as it collapsed the next day. I was even thinking of going to Ikea the next day instead, I just can't imagine...like I said, I'm a little freaked out right now.

2004. That was the last year I did anything political. And it wasn't much -- I attended precinct caucuses, but Clark was already out of the running anyway so I only made a half-hearted attempt to be elected delegate to the national convention. Before that, 2002 was the last time I ever did any active campaigning, helping out a phone bank for Wellstone a few months before he died. So yesterday I'm driving home, and my cell phone goes off-- it's a number I didn't recognize, so I didn't answer it. I just discovered they left me a message. It's Franken for Minnesota, I guess they're having some cozy little get-together, and they want me to attend [read: soft fundraiser]. Okay fine. But my real question is, How do they find me?!?!? I'm using a completely different number from 2004, plus it's a cell phone. And they have my address, too. A couple of weeks ago I got a Ceresi for Senate mailing. I don't remember ever notifying the DFL (that's the democratic party in Minnesota) of my change in address. Sheesh. In any event, it's way to early. The election's NEXT YEAR folks. NEXT YEAR! At least 15 months and some change. And all my friends wonder why I don't care as much about politics anymore. Well, it's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm tired of being involved in it. I still follow it very closely, but starting up massive campaigns this early is only going to further alienate people from the process...and make them more cynical about it, if that's even possible. But seriously, how did they find me?

Who knew? I had one leftover Swedish pancake from breakfast this morning. It was actually a rather burn-up sort of pancake, a result of inattention to it due to an unrelated amazon.com fiasco (another long story, don't ask). In any case, by the time breakfast was over, the pancake was...crunchy. So I crumbled it up into smaller pieces on the patio table outside on my deck. I just glanced over there a second ago, and a female cardinal was sitting on the table helping herself to the pancake! So cardinals like Swedish pancakes--- who knew?!

I found the following article somewhere...I can't really remember. Anyway, I think it's kind of funny. Any guesses as to which one is my favorite? (and was I suprised to find her on this list!) And remember, it says "it *may* mean" ... _________ If he fantasizes about...Angelina Jolie It may mean... He's attracted to a do-gooder woman who also isn't afraid to show a bit of a wild streak. It's the reason why Jolie tops so many men's wish lists: They want the woman who is good, but not too good. And the woman who is sultry, but not too sultry. If he fantasizes about...Jennifer Aniston It may mean... Attracted to Aniston's innocent persona, he likes the girl next door and yearns to be the household protector. Though traditional gender roles have certainly changed and evolved over the last several decades, many men still enjoy playing the role of the prince who rescues the damsel in distress. If he fantasizes about...The young, troubled beauties (Paris, Lindsay, Britney) It may mean... He's attracted to risk-takers-and women who don't care what other women may think about them. That, and perhaps the boy has got more loose screws than a hardware store. If he fantasizes about...Halle Berry, Scarlett Johansson It may mean... That he has darn good taste. Physically, they represent classic feminine beauty-their curves, their skin, their heart-stopping faces. That may mean he has very high standards-and seeks relationship perfection. If he fantasizes about...Julianne Moore, Michelle Pfeiffer It may mean...He appreciates that experience, knowledge, and just the right amount of sass and humor goes a long way to making for strong relationships. Mrs. Robinson jokes aside, he appreciates maturity-and all the good things that come with it. If he fantasizes about...Pam Anderson It may mean... Do I really have to say it? If he fantasizes about...Beyonce, J. Lo, Fergie, Janet It may mean... That he's not only into curves and lovely lady humps, but that he's also into women who have some relationship rhythm. He wants a woman who's able to let loose, show her moves, and someone who's confident being on center stage-sexually and socially. If he fantasizes about...Any character from Grey's Anatomy It may mean... That he's a sensitive dude. Not because he's got a thing for Meredith, Izzie, or the rest of the crew, but because-instead of being at a bar or a ball game-he's obviously sitting next to you on Thursday nights.

I found the following article somewhere...I can't really remember. Anyway, I think it's kind of funny. Any guesses as to which one is my favorite? (and was I suprised to find her on this list!) And remember, it says "it *may* mean" ... _________ If he fantasizes about...Angelina Jolie It may mean... He's attracted to a do-gooder woman who also isn't afraid to show a bit of a wild streak. It's the reason why Jolie tops so many men's wish lists: They want the woman who is good, but not too good. And the woman who is sultry, but not too sultry. If he fantasizes about...Jennifer Aniston It may mean... Attracted to Aniston's innocent persona, he likes the girl next door and yearns to be the household protector. Though traditional gender roles have certainly changed and evolved over the last several decades, many men still enjoy playing the role of the prince who rescues the damsel in distress. If he fantasizes about...The young, troubled beauties (Paris, Lindsay, Britney) It may mean... He's attracted to risk-takers-and women who don't care what other women may think about them. That, and perhaps the boy has got more loose screws than a hardware store. If he fantasizes about...Halle Berry, Scarlett Johansson It may mean... That he has darn good taste. Physically, they represent classic feminine beauty-their curves, their skin, their heart-stopping faces. That may mean he has very high standards-and seeks relationship perfection. If he fantasizes about...Julianne Moore, Michelle Pfeiffer It may mean...He appreciates that experience, knowledge, and just the right amount of sass and humor goes a long way to making for strong relationships. Mrs. Robinson jokes aside, he appreciates maturity-and all the good things that come with it. If he fantasizes about...Pam Anderson It may mean... Do I really have to say it? If he fantasizes about...Beyonce, J. Lo, Fergie, Janet It may mean... That he's not only into curves and lovely lady humps, but that he's also into women who have some relationship rhythm. He wants a woman who's able to let loose, show her moves, and someone who's confident being on center stage-sexually and socially. If he fantasizes about...Any character from Grey's Anatomy It may mean... That he's a sensitive dude. Not because he's got a thing for Meredith, Izzie, or the rest of the crew, but because-instead of being at a bar or a ball game-he's obviously sitting next to you on Thursday nights.