Sat down last night, the night before the house inspection, and figured out what all of our expenses would be - mortgage, taxes, insurances, utility bills, food, etc etc etc - it left us VERY tight at the end of the month. We would therefore have no money for savings, emergencies, travel....and what about when we wanna have kids? There would also be practically no cushion as far as money in the bank. So.........you have probably guessed it......we cancelled the inspection and bailed out on the house.
This decision was made at approximately 2am this morning. Neither of us were able to sleep - we were both completely stressed about the whole situation. Once the decision was made, I slept like a baby. I feel like a huge weight is lifted off my shoulders - we were definitely jumping into the home-owner role too early.
The current plan: We will leisurely look around for a nice 2 bedroom place to rent for a while. We will continue to save a chunk of cash per month, for at least a year or two. That way we will have plenty in the bank....and we will move wherever we want, will have plenty to put down on a house, and thus have much less of a mortgage to pay. That will give us plenty of time to do things properly, no rushing, all good things.
Makes me feel MUCH better.
:)
-B
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Home Sweet Home
So, Angela and I got the big idea in our heads to buy a house. Sounds like a good idea, right? We have a bit of money stashed away, we could buy a place, get away from having a landlord, even sell the house in a few years and make some money on our investment. Piece of cake.
We have been looking around online for AGES at all the houses available around here. They were mostly 3 bedroom 1.5 bathroom, $400,000 pieces of SHIT. Not encouraging.
Then we found "the one" - a nice little 2 bedroom 1 bathroom cape with a massive finished basement, new kitchen, nice little yard and the potential to easily add 2 more bedrooms and another half bathroom. The place is move-in condition, owned and maintained by an architect. The asking price, a mere $389,000.
A bit much for a 2 bed/1bath house, but still....
We received a call that an offer had been put on the house, and they wanted to know if we were still interested (they would listen to all offers).
So, we put in an offer of $370,000.
Declined. Counter-offer = $385,000.
$385,000?? That insulted me. I promptly cut off negotiations.
Recieved a phone call 3 days later that the initial offer fell through, and that they would accept $375,000. We agreed to those terms.
YAY! Or so we thought...
We then asked a mortgage guy about closing costs. We were told $13,500. WHAT!??!?!
"We can't afford that," we said. "We will have to call the deal off."
I called the real estate guy to tell him so.
Not so fast.
There is a way to work the closing costs into the mortgage, said Mr. Real Estate Man.
So, that brings us to now. All the questions continue to swirl, can we really afford this?? Is this the right time? Should we wait a year til we have some more money under our belts??
I am told that this is a common thing, to question everything about buying a house. There is no "right time." You just gotta take the plunge.
We continue to ponder our financial future in terms of affording this. We have begun a list of positives vs. negatives. Positives : everything other than $$. Negatives : $$$$$$$$$.
I'll keep you posted as to what we decide. In the meantime...any thoughts/advice??
-B
We have been looking around online for AGES at all the houses available around here. They were mostly 3 bedroom 1.5 bathroom, $400,000 pieces of SHIT. Not encouraging.
Then we found "the one" - a nice little 2 bedroom 1 bathroom cape with a massive finished basement, new kitchen, nice little yard and the potential to easily add 2 more bedrooms and another half bathroom. The place is move-in condition, owned and maintained by an architect. The asking price, a mere $389,000.
A bit much for a 2 bed/1bath house, but still....
We received a call that an offer had been put on the house, and they wanted to know if we were still interested (they would listen to all offers).
So, we put in an offer of $370,000.
Declined. Counter-offer = $385,000.
$385,000?? That insulted me. I promptly cut off negotiations.
Recieved a phone call 3 days later that the initial offer fell through, and that they would accept $375,000. We agreed to those terms.
YAY! Or so we thought...
We then asked a mortgage guy about closing costs. We were told $13,500. WHAT!??!?!
"We can't afford that," we said. "We will have to call the deal off."
I called the real estate guy to tell him so.
Not so fast.
There is a way to work the closing costs into the mortgage, said Mr. Real Estate Man.
So, that brings us to now. All the questions continue to swirl, can we really afford this?? Is this the right time? Should we wait a year til we have some more money under our belts??
I am told that this is a common thing, to question everything about buying a house. There is no "right time." You just gotta take the plunge.
We continue to ponder our financial future in terms of affording this. We have begun a list of positives vs. negatives. Positives : everything other than $$. Negatives : $$$$$$$$$.
I'll keep you posted as to what we decide. In the meantime...any thoughts/advice??
-B
Friday, April 15, 2005
"What's Your Opinion?"
Ahhhhhhhhh the perks of being a vet!! Just this past Monday, our boss hands us a pair of tickets to see Jackie Mason on Broadway for Wednesday night! A bit last minute, but what the heck, right?? A nice night in the city never hurt anyone!
So, we get dressed all nicely and hop on the LIRR into the city to meet my sister (who lives there) for an early dinner before the show. To make a long story short, there was a malfunctioning Amtrak train at Penn Station that was creating "a smoke problem," thus shutting down Penn Station. Where was I? Sitting on a train waiting to get IN to Penn. I was extremely glad at that moment that I wasn't one of those people commuting to and from NYC everyday, as my sister called me from outside the station saying that there were about 10 million people trying to get their trains home. Yes, this was during rush hour (it was around 5:30pm). Ouch. Needless to say, I told my sis to go home as I was sure it would be a while til I got off the train. We eventually got off at 7ish (delayed over an hour), grabbed a quick bite at a deli before our 8pm show.
The show was great, Jackie Mason is one funny-ass Jew. His one-liners frequently began with "Have you read about this?" and ended with "Nazi Bastards" or "Son of a Bitches" or...."What's Your Opinion?" For instance...."I am a very good looking and famous man, have you read about this?" and "The FCC has some noyve (nerve) with how they treat Howard Stoyne (Stern). They fine him 5 million bucks every time a doytee (dirty) woyd (word) is muttered, but I see more filthy disgustin' stuff on the television every day that I never hoyd (heard) on his show. Last night I was sitting in front of my television set with my dish of soup, getting ready to eat my tasty meal, when all of a sudden what comes on the TV? Some schmuck says 'Hello! Do you have constipation??' Who the fuck wants to hear about that when I am eating my dinner?!? Nazi bastards!! Son of a bitches!!" Very entertaining stuff, and the best part...it was free!!
After the show, we headed back to Penn Station to catch the train home. The return journey was on time and much less eventful that our outgoing trip. However, there was some old scraggly bastard on our train coughing as if he had tuberculosis, it hurt to hear this guy hacking and spluttering. The fucker didn't even cover his mouth!!! I would have smacked him one if I weren't afraid of my hand becoming infected and rotting off....in retrospect, I suppose I should be very thankful that that dirty infective asshole wasn't on our train on the way into the city...!
Have you read about this?
-B
So, we get dressed all nicely and hop on the LIRR into the city to meet my sister (who lives there) for an early dinner before the show. To make a long story short, there was a malfunctioning Amtrak train at Penn Station that was creating "a smoke problem," thus shutting down Penn Station. Where was I? Sitting on a train waiting to get IN to Penn. I was extremely glad at that moment that I wasn't one of those people commuting to and from NYC everyday, as my sister called me from outside the station saying that there were about 10 million people trying to get their trains home. Yes, this was during rush hour (it was around 5:30pm). Ouch. Needless to say, I told my sis to go home as I was sure it would be a while til I got off the train. We eventually got off at 7ish (delayed over an hour), grabbed a quick bite at a deli before our 8pm show.
The show was great, Jackie Mason is one funny-ass Jew. His one-liners frequently began with "Have you read about this?" and ended with "Nazi Bastards" or "Son of a Bitches" or...."What's Your Opinion?" For instance...."I am a very good looking and famous man, have you read about this?" and "The FCC has some noyve (nerve) with how they treat Howard Stoyne (Stern). They fine him 5 million bucks every time a doytee (dirty) woyd (word) is muttered, but I see more filthy disgustin' stuff on the television every day that I never hoyd (heard) on his show. Last night I was sitting in front of my television set with my dish of soup, getting ready to eat my tasty meal, when all of a sudden what comes on the TV? Some schmuck says 'Hello! Do you have constipation??' Who the fuck wants to hear about that when I am eating my dinner?!? Nazi bastards!! Son of a bitches!!" Very entertaining stuff, and the best part...it was free!!
After the show, we headed back to Penn Station to catch the train home. The return journey was on time and much less eventful that our outgoing trip. However, there was some old scraggly bastard on our train coughing as if he had tuberculosis, it hurt to hear this guy hacking and spluttering. The fucker didn't even cover his mouth!!! I would have smacked him one if I weren't afraid of my hand becoming infected and rotting off....in retrospect, I suppose I should be very thankful that that dirty infective asshole wasn't on our train on the way into the city...!
Have you read about this?
-B
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
INDIAN
Last night there was nothing on TV, so as I was flipping through the channels, I came across a movie called "Bend it Like Beckham." I had heard about the film, but hadn't ever seen it. Like I said, nothing else was on, and I was feeling UK-reminiscent, so I decided to give it a chance. I'm actually glad I did. For those who haven't seen it, it stars that indian chick ("Neelah") from ER and Keira Knightly, looking as boyish as ever. These girls basically play for a football (sorry, soccer) club in London. The indian girl's family forbids her from playing, but she rebels and plays behind their backs. Both girls get a full footie scholarship to an American college at the end of the film, and while at the airport saying goodbye, who do they see??? The man himself - David Beckham - and his wife Posh Spice, walking thru the airport. They took it as a sign of things to come. I took it as Beckham having to show his face to earn his paycheck. Oh, another cool part is that an actor from Eastenders, my favorite UK soap, is in the film as a gay indian. You don't get many gay indians, now do you?
This stuff was all well and good, but the best part, for me, as an inductee into the RVC Indian Club, was all of the scenes at an Indian wedding and the parties leading up to the wedding. I am, of course, being sarcastic, because I said to Angela as I was watching , "If I were at one of these weddings/parties, I would kill myself." There were like 4000 people crammed into a small room, dancing around to Punjabi MC and god knows what else. Perhaps if I were on ecstacy I would enjoy it, who knows. They showed scenes of all these old indian cronies jibbering away in hindi (?) and folding some sort of food into little triangles. There were turbans and gaudy jewelry and beards and sarees and curry everywhere. Hey, I like curry as much as the next guy, but so much of it in one room is a bit much even for Kashula (that's my given indian name, long live el presidante!).
All in all, not a bad way to spend 2 hours. I enjoyed the film and the british setting. Of course, gotta love the INDIAN-ness of it too. It made me wanna hop on a plane back to the UK for a Chili Raj Tikka Masala. It gave me a new-found respect for "Neelah" as she did a decent job, and it also further enforced my feelings of ZERO attraction to Keira Knightly - quit doing so many ab crunches, eat a fucking cheeseburger, then maybe you'll look like a GIRL.
I felt like putting on "Love Actually" but it was midnight, and I was sleepy.
With that, I shall now go outside and see if I, too, can bend it like Beckham. Whatever that means.
Peaceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
-B
This stuff was all well and good, but the best part, for me, as an inductee into the RVC Indian Club, was all of the scenes at an Indian wedding and the parties leading up to the wedding. I am, of course, being sarcastic, because I said to Angela as I was watching , "If I were at one of these weddings/parties, I would kill myself." There were like 4000 people crammed into a small room, dancing around to Punjabi MC and god knows what else. Perhaps if I were on ecstacy I would enjoy it, who knows. They showed scenes of all these old indian cronies jibbering away in hindi (?) and folding some sort of food into little triangles. There were turbans and gaudy jewelry and beards and sarees and curry everywhere. Hey, I like curry as much as the next guy, but so much of it in one room is a bit much even for Kashula (that's my given indian name, long live el presidante!).
All in all, not a bad way to spend 2 hours. I enjoyed the film and the british setting. Of course, gotta love the INDIAN-ness of it too. It made me wanna hop on a plane back to the UK for a Chili Raj Tikka Masala. It gave me a new-found respect for "Neelah" as she did a decent job, and it also further enforced my feelings of ZERO attraction to Keira Knightly - quit doing so many ab crunches, eat a fucking cheeseburger, then maybe you'll look like a GIRL.
I felt like putting on "Love Actually" but it was midnight, and I was sleepy.
With that, I shall now go outside and see if I, too, can bend it like Beckham. Whatever that means.
Peaceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,
-B
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Back...!
Made it back safe and sound from sunny FLA. While down there, we went shopping a couple of times (bought nothing, but pretended to), saw my friends from vet school, went out to eat with the grandparents and chilled out. We also looked around at some houses, just for the hell of it. It is unreal what $350,000 will get you down there. While here, in hell - sorry, I mean Long Island - $350g can maybe get you a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom fixer-upper in a not nice area, in most parts of FLA (and probably most parts of the world), you can get a gorgeous new 3 bed 2 bath home with a pimped out BBQ and an 8 person jacuzzi. Go figure. Too bad I despise the heat, or else I would consider moving.
Just back from my weekly Texas Hold 'Em slaughter, got my ass handed to me again. At least this time I was the 3rd one eliminated rather than 1st. You'd think I would learn from my mistakes, wouldn't you? Guess not. Perhaps I am retarded.
Anyway, its bedtime now, not much else exciting to say....so, until next time America (and whoever else might be reading this)...take care of yourselves and each other. God Bless Jerry Springer.
Amen,
-B
Just back from my weekly Texas Hold 'Em slaughter, got my ass handed to me again. At least this time I was the 3rd one eliminated rather than 1st. You'd think I would learn from my mistakes, wouldn't you? Guess not. Perhaps I am retarded.
Anyway, its bedtime now, not much else exciting to say....so, until next time America (and whoever else might be reading this)...take care of yourselves and each other. God Bless Jerry Springer.
Amen,
-B
Saturday, April 02, 2005
R.I.P. JP2
Today felt like UK weather here in NY - was raining and miserable ALL day. Worked til 2:30pm, headed to the gym, then home to de-funk and off to Long Beach for dinner with mom, Marty and sister (Melissa) for Mel's birthday. Had scallops and cod, YUM.
When I was on the treadmill at the gym, I was watching the extensive coverage of the Pope's last hours. This was just before his death was announced by the Vatican...some guy was talking about the Pope's life, etc, when he was cut off and they flashed the graphic on the screen that JP2 had died. At that EXACT moment when they announced his death, my IPod started playing "Like a Prayer" by Madonna. I swear to god! Then, the next song to follow that was "Enter Sandman" by Metallica ("Exit light, enter night, take my hand, it's off to Never Never Land") and after that "I Want to Get High" by Cypress Hill. I am not exaggerating this AT ALL. Coincidence? Perhaps...
Now, I just have to pack as we are heading to Florida tomorrow for a few days in the sun with my grandparents and will also meet up with a couple of vet school friends. So, you won't hear from me til we return on wednesday....until then, when you think of me, just remember the good ol' Sesame Street theme song: "Sunny days, keeping the clouds away...on my way to where the air is sweet...can you tell me how to get, how to get to [Delray Beach, FLA]..."
Even though I am a Jew...R.I.P. JP2.
-B
When I was on the treadmill at the gym, I was watching the extensive coverage of the Pope's last hours. This was just before his death was announced by the Vatican...some guy was talking about the Pope's life, etc, when he was cut off and they flashed the graphic on the screen that JP2 had died. At that EXACT moment when they announced his death, my IPod started playing "Like a Prayer" by Madonna. I swear to god! Then, the next song to follow that was "Enter Sandman" by Metallica ("Exit light, enter night, take my hand, it's off to Never Never Land") and after that "I Want to Get High" by Cypress Hill. I am not exaggerating this AT ALL. Coincidence? Perhaps...
Now, I just have to pack as we are heading to Florida tomorrow for a few days in the sun with my grandparents and will also meet up with a couple of vet school friends. So, you won't hear from me til we return on wednesday....until then, when you think of me, just remember the good ol' Sesame Street theme song: "Sunny days, keeping the clouds away...on my way to where the air is sweet...can you tell me how to get, how to get to [Delray Beach, FLA]..."
Even though I am a Jew...R.I.P. JP2.
-B
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Appreciation
It's nice to be appreciated. I appreciate being appreciated. It really can make an otherwise stressful and upsetting few days seem all better. Case in point: The last couple of days at work, its not been as busy as it should be this time of year, therefore I think our boss is stressing out about how to pay the bills (and taxes!)...and inevitably, when someone is stressing about major stuff like that, they can be a bit moody at times. A couple of criticisms later...wifey got upset and stressed, doubting her abilities as a vet, etc. When I hear her talk that way...I get PISSED the HELL off. Noone makes my girl doubt herself. NOONE.
Well, you can probably tell the mood that put me in. In any event, we were pulled aside today and told how much we are appreciated, how we do an excellent job, etc. That was all it took to make the anxiety and stress go away...a few kind words. No longer did Angela doubt herself, no longer was I angry. Amazing, isn't it, the power of kind words. Maybe we should all use them a bit more frequently...
Well, you can probably tell the mood that put me in. In any event, we were pulled aside today and told how much we are appreciated, how we do an excellent job, etc. That was all it took to make the anxiety and stress go away...a few kind words. No longer did Angela doubt herself, no longer was I angry. Amazing, isn't it, the power of kind words. Maybe we should all use them a bit more frequently...
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Shaving...
I really hate shaving. My skin just detests it. I have tried everything: electric razors, Gilette Sensor, Excel, Mach 1,2,3,4,5, etc. I have purchased over 5,000 different types of pre-shave, intra-shave and post-shave creams, gels, sprays and dips...and nothing friggin' works. EVERY morning, I wake up and try to prolong the inevitable. I have a seat on the throne, read a few stories in my "Uncle John's Bathroom Reader," just trying to get my mind off of what is about to happen. When I finish "dropping the kids off at the pool," the struggle begins. I scrub my face with a pre-shave scrub, apply the "sensitive skin" shaving gel, and proceed to rip the hell out of my neck. Then, after the massacre, I apply some "healing" cream. When I walk out of the bathroom, I look like a god damn leper or something, my neck all red and bumpy, as if I had just rubbed some sandpaper across my skin. As the day progresses, my skin starts to heal (unless I wear a shirt with a collar that is too high, snug or stiff, which irritates the hell out of it all day long), and by the time I go to bed at night, my neck looks decent. Then I get to wake up the next day and start the whole process all over again. Can NOONE, in this day and age, where we have such technology that allows us to watch video tape from the surface of Mars as well as create Italian Ices in a multitude of delightful flavors, create a god damn razor blade that doesn't destroy a man's skin??? PLEASE?!?!?!
That said, I was thinking about what I would look like with a completely bald head...which obviously would necessitate using the previously mentioned razor on my HEAD...and thinking of getting razor burn all over my skull basically drove the idea out of my brain. For now. Until someone creates "the perfect razor." Maybe I should look into that....
Laters,
-B
That said, I was thinking about what I would look like with a completely bald head...which obviously would necessitate using the previously mentioned razor on my HEAD...and thinking of getting razor burn all over my skull basically drove the idea out of my brain. For now. Until someone creates "the perfect razor." Maybe I should look into that....
Laters,
-B
Monday, March 21, 2005
More Reality TV...
So last night there was NOTHING on television, so we were flipping thru the channels and came across "Intervention" on Discovery Channel. Basically, this show interviews and follows people around, having told them that they were being taped for a documentary about their particular addiction. What they don't know is that they are actually being set up for an intervention to try to get them help for said addiction. The whole idea of broadcasting this very personal and emotional event sickened me, but I just couldn't seem to turn it off....
This particular episode dealt with 2 women - one was addicted to pain-killers, the other cut herself. It was extremely disturbing to watch this program, seeing as I have never actually seen anyone perform such acts as slitting their wrists, belly, etc, and then swirling the blood around like a demented form of fingerpainting. This woman also started to punch holes in a door and smash a mirror with her fists, kept screaming "OW!" and continued punching and crying all at once. Conversely, the drug-addict was pretty much a zombie the whole episode, emotionless until her boyfriend told her to choose between him and pills....she chose the pills and started crying briefly.
At the end of the show, both women agreed to go for help. The cutter actually did great and hasn't cut herself in something like 6-7 months. The drug-addict ended up getting kicked out of her rehab center for continual drug use while residing there. Now this I don't understand: kicking her out of rehab for the exact reason she was put there?!? Go figure.
All in all, a disturbing show that I hope never to get drawn into watching again. I do think that reality television is going too far these days, this program a perfect example of the current trend: a complete exploitation of a very serious situation for these people; they use the guise of "wanting to help," however it is painfully obvious that the entire process is shown for shock value, and thus good television. When "Who's Your Daddy?" - a show that has a girl trying to choose her birth father from a group of 12 men - is on Fox in a primetime slot, you have to question what the hell is going on in TV these days. I am hoping the reality trend is on the decline, and the next "Seinfeld" or "Friends" or "ER" will be on the way, cuz if I have to see one more commercial for a god-damn midget dating show, I am gonna have to take a sledgehammer to my TV. And that would just be a crying shame.
Back to "Family Guy,"
-B
This particular episode dealt with 2 women - one was addicted to pain-killers, the other cut herself. It was extremely disturbing to watch this program, seeing as I have never actually seen anyone perform such acts as slitting their wrists, belly, etc, and then swirling the blood around like a demented form of fingerpainting. This woman also started to punch holes in a door and smash a mirror with her fists, kept screaming "OW!" and continued punching and crying all at once. Conversely, the drug-addict was pretty much a zombie the whole episode, emotionless until her boyfriend told her to choose between him and pills....she chose the pills and started crying briefly.
At the end of the show, both women agreed to go for help. The cutter actually did great and hasn't cut herself in something like 6-7 months. The drug-addict ended up getting kicked out of her rehab center for continual drug use while residing there. Now this I don't understand: kicking her out of rehab for the exact reason she was put there?!? Go figure.
All in all, a disturbing show that I hope never to get drawn into watching again. I do think that reality television is going too far these days, this program a perfect example of the current trend: a complete exploitation of a very serious situation for these people; they use the guise of "wanting to help," however it is painfully obvious that the entire process is shown for shock value, and thus good television. When "Who's Your Daddy?" - a show that has a girl trying to choose her birth father from a group of 12 men - is on Fox in a primetime slot, you have to question what the hell is going on in TV these days. I am hoping the reality trend is on the decline, and the next "Seinfeld" or "Friends" or "ER" will be on the way, cuz if I have to see one more commercial for a god-damn midget dating show, I am gonna have to take a sledgehammer to my TV. And that would just be a crying shame.
Back to "Family Guy,"
-B
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Reality TV
Man, was tonight a friggin' spectacular night of reality television programming!!! Honestly, I haven't laughed so hard in a while. Let me explain...
First we started watching "America's Next Top Model" on UPN. This show CANNOT MISS in my eyes. I mean think about it: a bunch of hot chicks strolling around in skimpy clothes...that alone would be enough, but the icing on the cake is that it is a competition - girls competing = CAT FIGHTS. Bound to happen. In any case, at the end of the show, some chick was standing there getting criticized about her walk or makeup or some bullshit...one of the judges was telling her that she needs more "presence" and I noticed the girl's eyes rolling up in her head. I thought, "Man, that is rude, why the hell is she rolling her eyes at that judge??"...that is until I noticed the girl tilting backwards. Then hit the floor, almost lifeless. I immediately burst into raucous laughter. This girl literally fell back as if someone inside her head yelled "TIMBER!!!" - she looked like a tree cut down by a lumberjack. It was the funniest god damn thing I had ever seen. Turns out she has some weird unknown medical condition - since she was 3 years old, she will occasionally just pass out for undetermined reasons. You should have seen her hit the deck, man was that priceless. Not only was that funny, but the looks on everyone else's faces was absolutely incredible....the look of shock on some, fright on others, one girl even turned away as if someone's head exploded. Meanwhile, they all left her lying there on the floor for a good 30 seconds before anyone did anything. I laughed so hard I almost vomitted my dinner on the carpet.
Next was "American Idol". I really hate this show, but at this point I watch it as if I were watching a bi-weekly train wreck. I just like to see these idiots embarrass themselves and Simon tell it like it is. This is possibly the worst bunch of "singers" to date, in my mind. Anyway, the funniest part about this show is that the producers decided to have the remaining finalists sing an original song together each week for 3 weeks, then have the public vote on which they like the best. The one that wins will be released as a single...well, the first of three was "sang" tonight. Again, I almost hurled I was laughing so hard. What a bunch of SHIT. It sounds like it was a collaboration of Richard Marx, Kenny G, and John Tesh (with a special verse written by Yanni) which was performed by a bunch of out-of-tune mental patients. Just watching them all looking into the camera so seriously, so intently...and singing the worst song ever created, I could not help but laugh my god damn ass off.
Oh, and let me make my American Idol predictions....the next one to get kicked off will be the chick with her eyes too close together who has the horrendous deep voice (Mikayla?), and the one who is going to win will be the long haired rocker dude with the long hair and deep voice (Bo). My favorite in the competition is the fat retarded looking guy with the ghetto facial hair and clothes. There is no way he will win, but he's up there singin' it for all of us chunky bastards. REPRESENT, brutha.
Then I put on "Celebrity Poker Showdown," and the laughs drifted away....
Now I am watching the new "South Park" in the hopes that the laughter will reappear. So far, no luck....this may very well be the end of Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny if these guys don't start stepping it up...this season's new episodes have SUCKED. But I digress...
New DMB album out May 10th!!!! YEAH BABY!!!
-B
First we started watching "America's Next Top Model" on UPN. This show CANNOT MISS in my eyes. I mean think about it: a bunch of hot chicks strolling around in skimpy clothes...that alone would be enough, but the icing on the cake is that it is a competition - girls competing = CAT FIGHTS. Bound to happen. In any case, at the end of the show, some chick was standing there getting criticized about her walk or makeup or some bullshit...one of the judges was telling her that she needs more "presence" and I noticed the girl's eyes rolling up in her head. I thought, "Man, that is rude, why the hell is she rolling her eyes at that judge??"...that is until I noticed the girl tilting backwards. Then hit the floor, almost lifeless. I immediately burst into raucous laughter. This girl literally fell back as if someone inside her head yelled "TIMBER!!!" - she looked like a tree cut down by a lumberjack. It was the funniest god damn thing I had ever seen. Turns out she has some weird unknown medical condition - since she was 3 years old, she will occasionally just pass out for undetermined reasons. You should have seen her hit the deck, man was that priceless. Not only was that funny, but the looks on everyone else's faces was absolutely incredible....the look of shock on some, fright on others, one girl even turned away as if someone's head exploded. Meanwhile, they all left her lying there on the floor for a good 30 seconds before anyone did anything. I laughed so hard I almost vomitted my dinner on the carpet.
Next was "American Idol". I really hate this show, but at this point I watch it as if I were watching a bi-weekly train wreck. I just like to see these idiots embarrass themselves and Simon tell it like it is. This is possibly the worst bunch of "singers" to date, in my mind. Anyway, the funniest part about this show is that the producers decided to have the remaining finalists sing an original song together each week for 3 weeks, then have the public vote on which they like the best. The one that wins will be released as a single...well, the first of three was "sang" tonight. Again, I almost hurled I was laughing so hard. What a bunch of SHIT. It sounds like it was a collaboration of Richard Marx, Kenny G, and John Tesh (with a special verse written by Yanni) which was performed by a bunch of out-of-tune mental patients. Just watching them all looking into the camera so seriously, so intently...and singing the worst song ever created, I could not help but laugh my god damn ass off.
Oh, and let me make my American Idol predictions....the next one to get kicked off will be the chick with her eyes too close together who has the horrendous deep voice (Mikayla?), and the one who is going to win will be the long haired rocker dude with the long hair and deep voice (Bo). My favorite in the competition is the fat retarded looking guy with the ghetto facial hair and clothes. There is no way he will win, but he's up there singin' it for all of us chunky bastards. REPRESENT, brutha.
Then I put on "Celebrity Poker Showdown," and the laughs drifted away....
Now I am watching the new "South Park" in the hopes that the laughter will reappear. So far, no luck....this may very well be the end of Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny if these guys don't start stepping it up...this season's new episodes have SUCKED. But I digress...
New DMB album out May 10th!!!! YEAH BABY!!!
-B
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
Flying the Friendly Skies...
Decided today to book a trip to Florida, Angela and I are heading down April 3rd-6th for a 4 day Vitamin D recharging session. Very excited, as usual, to see the grandparents as well as my vet school friends Carl and Rachel. Hopefully we can see Angela's good friend Amber as well, its just a bit more difficult as she is on the other coast. We will see if we can swing it!
Also, 2-3 days ago, we booked our flights, hotel and conference registration for the American Veterinary Medical Association conference in Minneapolis, Minnesota in July. Should be a good time, I just love going to different places for a change of scenery, even if it is for a conference!!! The best part about this trip is that it is paid for by our boss. SWEET.
Why is it that we call it "taking a dump" when you don't actually take it anywhere, rather we leave it in the bowl? The everlasting genius of Beavis and Butthead will never cease to amaze and astound me...
ZZZzzzzzzzzz....
-B
PS--> Just watched one of the best movies ever for the zillionth time, Mr. Holland's Opus. If you haven't seen it and you were in band in middle/high school....rent it. Or buy it. Or whatever.
Also, 2-3 days ago, we booked our flights, hotel and conference registration for the American Veterinary Medical Association conference in Minneapolis, Minnesota in July. Should be a good time, I just love going to different places for a change of scenery, even if it is for a conference!!! The best part about this trip is that it is paid for by our boss. SWEET.
Why is it that we call it "taking a dump" when you don't actually take it anywhere, rather we leave it in the bowl? The everlasting genius of Beavis and Butthead will never cease to amaze and astound me...
ZZZzzzzzzzzz....
-B
PS--> Just watched one of the best movies ever for the zillionth time, Mr. Holland's Opus. If you haven't seen it and you were in band in middle/high school....rent it. Or buy it. Or whatever.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Apologies
Sorry it has been so long since I have written - my little lady has been ill with a bad cold, so I have been attempting to nurse her back to health. It all started a good 3-4 days ago, when at night she started coughing. Didn't think too much of it at the time, just thought it would pass quickly....NOPE. I don't think I have ever heard anyone cough so hard in my life....I keep expecting to find her lungs in a heap next to her after one of these fits. The last 2 nights, she could barely lie down without coughing. Needless to say, neither of us slept a wink. We must have tried every friggin' cough remedy stocked on the pharmacy shelf, to no avail....until this afternoon, when we tried some new cough-suppresant strips that dissolve on your tongue coupled with a "vapo-rub"-type substance impregnanted in a strip that you tape across your nose, which is meant to clear out your sinuses. BINGO!!! Literally about 15 minutes after this new combination-therapy, Angela was passed out on the couch and stayed that way for about 3-4 hours. I tried to take a nap myself, however I got caught up in watching National Lampoon's Vegas Vacation. Who can resist that?!? Afterwards, I decided to make some dinner (Shrimp and Chicken Jambalaya - sounds more impressive than it was, it was a Zatarain's Mix, all pre-made, just add the meat!), and by the time that was done, it was 6:45pm. No time for napping....
So, haven't heard a cough out of wifey since, here's to hoping we both get a well-deserved good night's sleep.
Oh, before I sign off, I figured I would quickly chat about last night's Texas Hold 'Em marathon at Wayne's house. Angela was feeling ill, and told me I should go out and join some of the boys in a poker night. Went down to Long Beach, met up with Jared, Lenny, Stu and Wayne at Wayne's apartment. To make a VERY long story short, we started playing at 8pm.....and finished at near on 1am......! The final 2 were Wayne and myself, he probably had double the chips that I had. It was just the two of us for probably about an hour, and the same amount of chips changed hands about 25 times. At one point I think we may have been nearly equal in chips...as it got to 1am, after 5 hours of sitting on my ass, I couldn't bear it anymore. I decided that if I got a decent hand, I was going to go all-in, and either lose and go home or make a huge dent in Wayne's chips. I was dealt a pair of 7's, and I decided to go for it. Wayne agreed, so we were on....I had my 7's, he had an Ace and a 9. I had my fingers crossed for 5 random cards, or even a 7 thrown in for good measure. The flop consisted of a 10....and two 9's. DAGGER THROUGH MY HEART. The last 2 cards were not 7's, so I lost. For those of you who have no idea what Texas Hold 'Em is (or anything I wrote in the entire last paragraph)....suffice it to say I lost, and I was kinda pissed off, although I was totally ready to go home to bed. Not that interesting of a story, but it is my blog and I can write about whatever the hell I want. So there. Na-nee-na-nee-poo-poo....
PEACE,
-B
So, haven't heard a cough out of wifey since, here's to hoping we both get a well-deserved good night's sleep.
Oh, before I sign off, I figured I would quickly chat about last night's Texas Hold 'Em marathon at Wayne's house. Angela was feeling ill, and told me I should go out and join some of the boys in a poker night. Went down to Long Beach, met up with Jared, Lenny, Stu and Wayne at Wayne's apartment. To make a VERY long story short, we started playing at 8pm.....and finished at near on 1am......! The final 2 were Wayne and myself, he probably had double the chips that I had. It was just the two of us for probably about an hour, and the same amount of chips changed hands about 25 times. At one point I think we may have been nearly equal in chips...as it got to 1am, after 5 hours of sitting on my ass, I couldn't bear it anymore. I decided that if I got a decent hand, I was going to go all-in, and either lose and go home or make a huge dent in Wayne's chips. I was dealt a pair of 7's, and I decided to go for it. Wayne agreed, so we were on....I had my 7's, he had an Ace and a 9. I had my fingers crossed for 5 random cards, or even a 7 thrown in for good measure. The flop consisted of a 10....and two 9's. DAGGER THROUGH MY HEART. The last 2 cards were not 7's, so I lost. For those of you who have no idea what Texas Hold 'Em is (or anything I wrote in the entire last paragraph)....suffice it to say I lost, and I was kinda pissed off, although I was totally ready to go home to bed. Not that interesting of a story, but it is my blog and I can write about whatever the hell I want. So there. Na-nee-na-nee-poo-poo....
PEACE,
-B
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