Weekend Update

10.07.2002

I managed to successfully not talk to Jerry yesterday. No one understands the importance of this except Jerry, which is as it should be.

Saturday I finally met my new step-mother. Granted, I saw her for about 2 minutes before she had to go to work, but at least I now know that she is not a figment of my fathers imagination. Although it is possible that he was someone he hired just to fool me. Or maybe the maid. Maybe it's best that I just not think about it.

Sunday I caught up with Anne and BT out on the river. I hadn't seen them in a while, and it was good to catch up. Mainly it was fun playing with their dogs. I'm such a dog person, I should really get some. If only I had the free time to take care ofthem.

Mom went with me and Gina on our ritualistic Sunday lunch jaunt to McAlisters. It was a fun little lunch, were I mainly behaved and stayed quiet.

I was so busy over the weekend, that I've got to find time to so the things I usually do on the weekend - like laundry. It's only more difficuly because I'm trying to work a little extra so I can take off Friday to go to Da Beach. It's 6:45 in the morning on Monday, and already I feel behind. It's just going to be one of those weeks....

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Jerry: Ptui!

10.06.2002

This is a special Sunday post that will only make since to Jerry, and that is how it should be in this instance.

Today is the National Day Of Ponchonian Mourning. It is traditionally the day I don't speak to Jerry. Long live Adidas running suits!

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My Cousin Britney

10.04.2002

I found out at my family reunion this past weekend that I really do have a cousin named Britney. After all these years of people seeing my last name and asking if I was related to Britney Spears (and me subsequently saying "Yes" just to get a reaction), I find that I really am related to Britney.

Of course, the one I'm related to is about 10.

And luckily for her, her last name isn't Spears (the luck of being a 2nd cousin). If it was, just imagine all of thelate night crank calls. I don't think I would wish that on anyone.

Except maybe Rama (That one's for Ying!)

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Video Games

10.03.2002

While being laid up at home from my bad back, I was catching up on some video game playing (not a lot to do when you're stuck laying on the couch). After 10 months, I'm finally tired of playing Smackdown 2 on th PS2. I've got all the help turned off and the difficulty set on hard, but I still tend to win all the matches (regardless of who I play as) within about 3 minutes. The redneck in me has been coming out by playing Nascar Thunder 2002 on the Xbox, but even it's getting pretty easy - although if I turn the "skid control" off I fly all over the track. Gotta love that turning left.

Grand Theft Auto: Vice City is supposed to be coming out the 21st of this month. Maybe I'll get hooked on it like I didthe last one. Mindless killing and carjacking is habit forming.

While I'm on the video game kick, JD is selling on of the MAME machines he and Matt built on eBay. I'm thinking I may have the perfect spot in the computer room for one of these.

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I Hate Growing Old

10.02.2002

One of the things I've managed to inherit from my dad, besides my patches of grey hair, is a bad back. Over this past weekend, I managed to onc again throw my back out. I wish there was a lustful tail of wild frolicking that led to my back not being at an angle approved by the AMA, but no, this is me we're talking about. I did it by moving too much stuff and some yard work.

The last time this happened, I spent 3 days in bed. Staying horizontal, keeping pressure off my back, these are the things that helps. I'm not sure why (maybe the back muscles can finally relax?), but it helps, so that's what I resigned myself to.

Yesterday Gina comes over to check on me, and asks if I want her to walk on my back beforeshe leaves. It couldn't hurt, so I say sure. She starts walking on my lower back, when suddenly I can feel her heel move a bone that's sticking out where it shouldn't be. She applies a little more pressure and POP, the bone slides backwhere it's supposed to be. It sounds a little disgusting, but at that moment it was pure heaven.

My back is a lot better now, my main problem being that my back is a little sore from 3 days of taut muscle. But at least I can sit upright! Woo hoo!

Of course, this means I can never get rid of Gina. She's my personal little chiropractor now.

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