Jessie has friends all over the world through various groups and causes. Scott, of the Santa Monica Van Boys, made this unbelievably beautiful tribute to her.
I cried so hard when I watched it last night that I woke up Jason, our middle boy. We watched it together and cried our eyes out. He had not cried since we first told him what happened. Thank you so much Scott for helping a little boy and his dad take a big step together.
I haven't had the time to reply to all of the emails and comments yet but rest assured I am reading every one of them and every one of them is making this a little bit easier.
If anybody is in the Atlanta area I would be blessed and honored if you attended Jessie's service and our gathering afterwards.
If anybody would like to get to the Atlanta area for the services and gathering but needs help please let me know by email or commenting here. I work for a global travel company and they are being enormously helpful.
UPDATE: This works much better if I actually provide a link to the service post on her blog.
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Deal on the house fell through; but it's no skin off my nose. There are hundreds of homes in my area, and I'm in no hurry to run out and grab one.
I don't know if you guys have been following Jim Watson, of Watson and Crick fame (you know, the double helix twins); but he's apparently been saying some off the wall shit. Which, personally, I can't really be incited to do much ranting when a dude who looks like this starts talkin' crazy. He's a three dimensional Grandpa Simpson, okay people? Most of the time, this guy probably thinks he's living in Candyland or something; so if he starts saying weird stuff, just humor him. I mean, when we're all that old, our motor's probably going to knock a little bit too. He probably just needs a nap or his oxegen tank or something.
Secondly, oil is now $90 a barrel, and it's got me thinking. We have oil heat in the house we're renting, right? And we buy oil by the couple hundred gallons or so, which means there's oil left over from last winter in the tank buried in my yard. I have calculated, over the period, that my investment in heating oil last January has outperformed my entire stock portfolio. The really amazing thing is that between January and March I was obviously drawing from my oil tank, while at the same time contributing money to my employer-matched fund; and the oil tank still outperformed my return. Which is exactly why I've decided to cash out both of our retirement funds, and use the money to hoard oil. It means we won't be able to use it to heat the house this winter, but I have an alternative fuel: The Souls of The Innocent. They burn hotter, longer, and cleaner!
It's Friday, oh yeah. In case you forgot, biotch.
So the old man has taken up several hobbies lately, especially for a guy who never really had any. We've been hitting pool halls for the past few months, and last weekend he joined a nine ball league. And just last night he's all "So I got my guitar yesterday."
"Guitar?"
"Yeah, acoustic. Vintage."
This is a dude that I've never even seen in proximity to any kind of musical instrument, let alone actually playing one. I always assumed he wasn't the type. Apparently he had an entire youth I didn't know about where he played guitar. Nobody tells me shit.
Tomorrow night we're going to see Dave Mason. Yeah, that Dave Mason. Should be nice. He said if I paid for my ticket he'd by the brews. Fool!
The Wife and I are putting in an offer on our first home this evening. I love negotiating, and my goal is to rob these people buckass nekkid. I plan on capping the event off by sitting next to the fire (nice weather for that right now) with a few cold ones and some friends. And The Wife's got to work tonight, which means I get to piss in the backyard. Well, without having to listen to her yell at me anyway. Do you have any idea how hard it is to piss when someone's yelling at you? Unsettling.
Speaking of which, Jenelle's balling a geezer, and Al Gore won a Nobel. Hurk.
Since I've got absolutely nothing and haven't had anything for about three months, here's something from PJ O'Rourke that's like 30 years old from National Lampoon whereby PJ rips into foreigners. It's titled Foreigners Around the World - A Brief Survey of the Various Foreigners, Their Chief Characteristics, Customs, and Manners.
Here's a taste but read the whole thing. It's brutally funny. I don't know how he got away with this except it was National Lampoon and it was the 70's.
GERMANS
Racial Characteristics:
Piggish-looking, sadomasochistic automatons whose only known forms of relaxation are swilling watery beer from vast tubs and singing the idiotically repetitive verses of their porcine folk tune-both of which amusements probably hark back to a prehuman state. Germans have never been successfully Christianized. Their language lacks any semblance of civilized speech. Their usual diet consists almost wholly of old cabbage and sections of animal intestines filled with blood and gore. Once every two or three decades, they set forth, lemming-like, on pointless military adventures during which great numbers of them are slaughtered-much to the improvement Of the world in general. Their lardy women have long, tangled masses of sticky hair under their arms, and the men shave the sides of their heads.
Good Points:
Kill a lot of French.
Proper Form of Address:
Kraut, Hun, Heiny, spike-head, sausage-breath.
Enjoy!
