Shout-out to Heath and Dave--read on!

Everyone, meet Sekia--my shoes. Yes, these shoes are now also mine (although they actually came into my possession...oh...about a month ago, but, you know, time flies!) along with another pair that I can't seem to get a picture of but if you look on the Aldo Shoes website and search for "Emerencia," those are also mine. In dark brown though...waaay hotter.

So where have I been? meh. Around. Fighting with mom and dad for the computer. Each day that goes by, I get more and more serious about buying my own computer. My own laptop, that is. Anyone with any laptop-buying advice, feel free to pass it along.

Alright, this gets kind of lengthy, so I kept this post short and posted the details in the ost previous to this...but also included nifty little links to help y'all navigate my adventures. Read on readers, read on...

Since I've disappeared, I've actually been away from home at least three times that I can think of. First was when I stayed downtown at Koda Bear's to house/dog-sit for him while he galavanted off to Montreal for a long weekend. That was kinda cool--I've never REALLY lived on my own and this was as close as it got in a while. No biggie though. Sophie and I mostly hungout on the couch watching all the satellite channels that Koda had told me not to. Tee-hee. While I was at Koda's, though, a couple of nights, I admittedly wasn't REALLY at Koda's--I had nights out.

Click here to read about the nights out...

My next outing was away to Kitchener/Waterloo for a weekend volleyball tournament; the DPPCA Charity Volleyball Tournament, to be exact. What with it being a charity tournament, I can't say that I was all too impressed by the format, but the caliber was good and hey, it's volleyball. We came in 5th over all. And by over all, over 50+ teams. Go team Freedom 55!

And the final time I was away from home was a week-long trip that I just returned from yesterday. I was in...

Walt Disney World!!!

A week with my family was more than enough, but the time we had was AWESOME!!!

We stayed at Disney's POP Resort (I've stayed at better Disney Resorts) and visited each of the four Disney Kingdoms--Magic, MGM Studios, Epcot, and Animal--courtesy of the buses that they provided for us. Whoo-hoo! I've been, what, about 5 times over my lifetime and yet I'll still go about a million more! You're never too old to go to Disney World.

"Why doesn't anyone like playing with Tigger? Because he's always playing with Pooh..."

So that's where I've been and more or less what I've been doing. My shout-out to Heath and Dave--aka FYFAS and...I can't remember--comes very delayed. While it should have been sometime closer to Easter Sunday, it's coming now. How did I meet you, Heath and Dave? I was out at the bar nextdoor to work (are we feeling a pattern here?) drinking with Poohed and Chico (really, Parker, why "Chico?") and of course playing NTN for shots when these two intruded upon our game and we were forced to also buy them shots when they won too. And trust me, by the end of the night, it didn't matter whether Poohed, Chico, or I knew the right answers...we were tooooooooooooooooooooo smashed to hit the right buttons in time. Anyway, long story short, in between NTN, drinking (damn 649 shots!), dancing on the Xs, and spending well over $200 in 3 hours, I got slur talk to my competitors and to know them a bit. Hi guys!

Hehehe--how did each of us get home that night and then fare the day after?

• I was rescued once again by Sherman. We came home, ate more Alphaghetti--which when I puked it back up, it spelt "You gotta stop drinking this much"--and drifted into unconsciousness watching Scary Movie 3. The next day at work, I came into possession of a five-dollar bill that actually had written on it: "Don't piss this away on the drink."
• Poohed somehow decided to drive home from the bar--when you're a poohed, you're a poohed--and then arrived at work the next morning in hangover hysterics. He inexplicably would burst into laughter before slumping against a wall or into a chair moaning about his head or belly.
• Chico decided to walk home hoping that it would sober him up enough to explain to his wife why he headed home 2 hours after he'd said he would. An hour and 45 minutes later, he got home and ended up spending the rest of the night not on the couch, but moaning at the porcelain god we're all so familiar with. The next morning...he called in sick to work.
  "Hey Chico, so did you get in trouble from your wife last night?"
  "I don't know. If she was yelling at me, all I saw was a big blurry blob going 'blobkofjbosboksmlgbosdjsmeombebbeoobl.'"

Oh good times.

Today was Jimberly's last day of work. Tomorrow's his going away party...at the bar next door to work...with Poohed at the helm. Oh good times.