Go see My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Now. Go. Why are you still reading this? Just go see the movie. It's hysterical and frightening all at once. I see too many tinges of my own family in this film. Dear God, may I never marry.

 
Has anyone else seen the new show Meet My Folks? For your sake, I hope the answers "no." Baiscally the premise is to take three masochistic guys with low IQ's and get them to try and weasel their way into winning a trip with a girl while her parents watch on and subject them to a lie detector test at then end of the weekend. Proof that this show is the worst that television has to offer is that the winner of tonight's program was a guy who actually slept with the mother of one of his ex girl friends. He was the one her parents picked.

I'd write more, but I have lost too many brain cells to even finish this entry.

 
I am sitting here, feeling lost, listening to David Gray. Oddly enough, I am writing despite the fact that I don't feel like writing at all. All I can say is that I miss Dan (the Canadian). It wouldn't be so bad if I at least knew where I stood. But alas, he has been working orientation all weekend and I haven't been able to even call him. Possibly tomorrow. My luck may change, and then again, maybe not.

PS: I finally got pictures back so the reports of my trip are soon to come.

 
I have mixed feelings about today. I got a replacement cell phone battery for $10 that was supposed to cost $70. However, I have apparently entered a period of self-loathing. I have agreed to go with Kristi, her boyfriend and her sister to the always mediocre Jazzland. Please pray for me. (Not that prayer will work for me. It may just result in me getting struck by lightning. But whatever).

 
Last night was the New Orleans blogmeet. As per usual when geeks meet, geeky ideas come forth. This idea, while good in its infancy has the possibility of spiralling out of control.

While the Blog Con in Vegas is all fine and dandy, would't it be better to go to the real Sin City. And during the biggest free party on earth. That's right, a huge blog gathering at Mardi Gras in the Big Sleazy. Just think about it.

But not too much. We got caught up in the ideas of live feeds, media and liquor company sponsorships, and the inevitability of our blogs getting ri-goddamn-diculous amounts of traffic.

All kidding aside, we have opened Pandora's box, now its time to see the damage it can do.

 
So much for the sleep idea. Instead I decided to (slightly) clean up my sidebar. I have actually changed the CD rotation that was still up there from April and the book I am reading.

I also cleaned up my list of blogs I read. If you were taken off the list don't take it personally. I am only listing the ones I read on a fairly regular basis. I have less time at the computer, and something had to give. And if you really are that bent out of shape, sorry, you'll just have to deal.

**Stay tuned for tomorrow when I will probably have a ridiculously pathetic introspective post. It's still in the works so more on that tomorow**

 
I seem to gave lost my grip on time for the evening. It's mid-July and tonight I found myself helping a friend make 60 king cakes to mail to North Dakota. I think I am just going to go to bed and hopefully re-orient myself

 
Today, John and I had a few drinks and talked about my trip to Canada. More specifically, about what (or who) I left behind in Canada. Sadly, I came to an important and depressing realization about myself.

While at times I may portray myself as being confidant, or at least comfortable with myself, I am not. When it comes to a fairly major decision or I am forced to be truly introspective, I crumble under the pressure. This is probably why I am such a good listener. By listening, I can always be the one to give the advice; I never have to take it. By listening, I never have to open up.

I plan to change that about myself. I know this won't be easy. I know it won't be quick. But it is something I need to do to get myself to the point where I am happy with me. I am done with always being agreeable because it's easier. I'm done with avoiding decisions because I don't want to take the risk or offend someone. I'm done with hiding behind other people's problems so I don't have to face my own.

Basically, this is going to take a lot of work, some of which will manifest itself right here. I apologize in adavance for any future convoluted and unintelligible posts that I might make. But I would also ask that if any of you catch me falling into my old patterns, that you call me on it. I would rather it be pointed out, than everyone just remain nice. I'm am giving everyone the license to be a bitch. Use it wisely.

 
of course its down again

 
So much for updates while I was out of town. I had computer access once while I was in Canada and it was for only thirty minutes. I am currently sitting at an internet kiosk in the Toronto airport. I have to say thta the time off from work was much needed. I definitely had fun, both the good and devious kind. Expect long-winded updates within the next two days about my tip, which will be accompanied with pictures.

If this will actually post, you will also see a long overdue post I wrote when I had access and of course blogger was down.

 
OHMIGOD, can I please live in Toronto, if just for the summers. The weather here is great. The temperatures during the day are sometimes cooler than it ever gets at night in New Orleans. I am loving my trip to Toronto for the most part. It has been good to see Dan and Nicole again. Yesterday I went to the CN Tower where I was forced to lie on the glass floor and take the stereotypical tourist picture. Other than that I have managed to avoid being a typical tourist. Just lots of drinking. I am trying to get used to the idea of a strictly measured drink and open container laws, but am coping. I will definitely have stories to tell when I get back so someone better be ready to go have a drink.

 
"That concludes the heterosexual watersports portion of the evening . . . "
But first, the back story. James and Stefi and I went to the FQ to get have some 4th of Jult drinks. After having spent over an hour in traffic, where we got to watch the fireworks display (off of various reflective surfaces), we were somehow graced with a fantabulous parking spot. This helped to calm my nerves a bit. Just as we arrived at the Pub, I was beginning to settle in and forget about my harrowing traffic experience. That is until I went to the bathroom. When I got into the restroom, I found a woman who was bitching about how she had to urinate and there was no stall. As I was attempting to be polite and nice and explain to her that she could go upstairs where there are two different bathrooms, both of which have stalls, she chose to take matters into her own hands. She merely hiked up her skirt, squatted in the middle of the bathroom, and peed right on the floor, in full view of everyone. Needless to say, after witnessing such an event, compounded with traffic stress, I drank profusely, making me an hour and a half late to work this morning.