And so it begins...

my life online

Published on March 24, 2005 By The Blog Couple In Life Journals

Birth of a Blog!!!

My dearest blog partner Pat,

As I float through my morning filled with blog research
and blogging to myself in my head, I find I must
categorize this blogalogue into subjects of the day, in
order that I do not blog on endlessly about exciting
personal subjects that may cause our already expanding
reader audience to abort their mundane tasks in favor
of getting caught up in mine. I will now end my quest
to use the word blog as many times as I can within a
single sentence, and get on to the sublogs (couldn't
help it) at hand which are:

1) The great Farmers Insurance scandal of 2005
2) The impending trip to Florida to see the Allman
Brothers and your Mother which is not going to happen
3) My hair and shoes and personal maturity progress
4) Belly Dancing
5) What's for dinner (certainly NOT beef)
6) What I would be doing if I had a million dollars

Right then (practicing my British); my dad called to
discuss progress on our impending (infuriating)
settlement claim with Farmers (say bullshit while
coughing into your hand) insurance. Interestingly
enough he SUCCUMED to my point that I was giving up and
not wasting any more energy on their system of screw
the customer ,which leads me to ponder whether the blood
clot in his leg has moved to his brain. And, he is also
considering dropping Farmers along with me, which of
course is the beginning of the indirect chain of
retribution that I hope will be thrust upon them due to
their customer non-service. Also, the point I am trying
to make is that in order to send them the sign off, we
need to send the signed title with the package, and do
you have it? Because God help us if we need to ask them
any questions since they don't answer the phone. Oh the
DRAMA!

Next; when I went to check on Allman ticket sales
today, the Tampa date had dropped off, which leads me
to believe they cancelled, and would make our hoped for
trip cost 800 or so bucks to see one show 4 hrs. away
and visit your mother (not that there's anything WRONG
with that) But tickets to the Albuquerque show go on
sale on Fri, so I am opting for that and we can road
trip for cheap and plan other wild and exciting musical
adventures for the summer.

Another prime subject of the morning is that I'm having
a very excellent hair day, and I hope the clerk at
Safeway noticed when I bought my garlic and glue stick
(to work on the fabulous New York trip scrapbook when
we saw the Allman brothers for 3 nights at the Beacon
Theatre and ate all kinds of ethnic foods at great
little cafes and strolled central park and took an
incredible tour of the city with cousin Brian, a 20 yr
NYPD veteran who took us to dinner in Little
Italy....just sparking some reader interest) but I
digress from the subject of good hair, which I hope was
also appreciated by the guy filling the pot holes who
I'm sure was checking me out, and also Lindee's cat,
when I went over to get the belly dancing videos so I
can vary my workout with some exotic dance moves. Also,
you must know that I find myself maturing in matters of
ego, as instead of a full makeup job to go to the
store, I settled for some cover up atop last nights
oxy-10 application, AND
instead of wearing my shoes of choice to complement my
Redfish Lake Idaho sweatshirt (where we went last
summer on another awesome nature and activity vacation
including hiking to crystal clear mountain lakes,
horseback riding in the sawtooths and wading in the
Great Salt Lake) and my embroidered retro jeans, I
opted for my "take out the garbage” shoes instead, so I
didn't have to go back upstairs (not a part of my
workout), AND since I didn't get to take the garbage
out in them this morning because you, my always
selfless boyfriend did it, knowing how busy I would be
today blogging, scrap booking, and belly dancing. I love
my life I love my life.

Back to Belly Dancing. I plan on perfecting my routine
so that I can perform for you in full costume and spark
our ever expanding sexual relationship, and then you
can blog about it to your friends who will beg to see a
picture of my hottiness doing the shimmy and then I
will be convinced ever so unwillingly to display my
wears on the world wide web to generate reader interest
which might in turn generate some blogging dollars, in
which case I'm all up in it.

Which brings me back to the garlic, which I purchased
to make a delicious chicken picatta tonight using the
free GIANT pack of crimini mushrooms I got while
working at the soup kitchen yesterday. Which reminds me
of an epiphany I had there, involving a new friend who
is like a 60 year old pastor guy who has been coming
and talking to the people and is very cool and talked
to me about the music and knew such facts as that Queen
was back on tour and how stupid that was since they
could never be Queen without Freddie Mercury, and how
he is working to get some prison outreach started, and
that he would take me with as I am good with the
people, and how he is from Chi town and I am from
Rockford and blah blah blah, so I had a great vibe from
him, and my MOM came up and asked me what I knew about
that pastor guy walking around who was always dirty
(wearing a DePaul starter jacket---to fit in I
assume) and flirting with the girls ( I totally respect
the fine art of flirting as I
know do you)
and that he was giving them all the creeps ( them all
being 60-75 yr old Presbyterian Bush backers) and
therefore confirming my instinct that the guy was
indeed cool, and reminding me that my mom wasn't. Hence
the epiphany. Oh yeah, I am supposed to be on the
dinner point, so I would hope that my excellent partner
might bring home something tasty (Newcastle) to
complement the chicken so that I can really enjoy
American Idol in style where it is a never-ending
surprise as to who sucks and who rocks, Constantine and
Bo continually vying for the top hottie position, and
Natalie continually surprising us with her big hair of
the week contest, yesterday being some kind of
awful Flock of Seagull throwback, which I think was
supposed to be an afro mohawk, and should probably not
spark a Jennifer Anniston type hair craze, if I know
anything about fashion trends. Also, did you notice
that I put the dried roses from the bouquets you've
brought me ( that's right ladies)
over the last year for no reason, into the now empty
Absolut Rasberri Vodka bottle, which looks smashing,
and is why I need something to complement my culinary
masterpiece, and a little crusty french bread would
also be appropriate. That is, if you read this far, and
in the case you don't, this is a doomed blog, as if you
my partner cannot make it this far, that neither will
the fans. Our fans darling, did you register that!
(Lord help me find the best blog site to launch this
puppy)

I have out written myself here as I had to refer back to
the Final Blogardy Subject which is what I would do if
I had a million dollars right now which is probably be
ordering some new CD's online like the Instant live
Allmans recordings and the new Jimmy Eat World, and the
Killers CD, which I would share with Alex, my
Cybil-like 13 yr old to earn some coolness points. And
also I would NOT be canceling all the bed and
breakfast reservations I made for our trip to England
which we had to cancel because of your car wreck and
all the money we had to spend to get a new car and
because of FARMERS screwing us over on the
settlement----and you see I am definitely an excellent
blogger because I have brought the circle around and
developed carpal tunnel all in one entry.

Ciao my love,

Marie

Blogback!!!

To the blogging partner who puts up with my blog blog.
Yeah, I have received the blog of the day. As far as
the Great Farmers Insurance Scandal of 2005 five, I am
sure it that there will be many sequels. I just don't
want to watch them. It is when thinking about cars,
insurance, gas that the idea of living in a place like
New York where you can survive quite well without one
sounds so good. then again there is that list of what
one loses if one were to give up the country life.

Quite curious about the Allman's canceling the Tampa
show. Damm, !@#$@#$% I am better now! maybe a trip in
August to see my mother on her 80th will be in order.
to the disdain of my twisted sister. is that a name of
a band?

Great progress on the 'I just gotta look good' complex.
maybe some day we can go slumming the low sights of our
next city in appropriate style.

Belly dancing, hmmm, yes the idea of your well shaped,
half naked, and curvy body swaying and shimming to the
sounds of middle eastern music is quite enticing and
arousing. I don't think I will go any farter down that
path since I am at work.

dinner bell a ringing. I will bring home the brew for
two... Bread, hmmm Now I know that was a band! I think
I do much better with beer. If I get the beer will you
model for me?

And last and not least, ahh! that million dollar dream.
Our travels would never stop. We would work on that
fantasy of having sex in every country. well, we could,
without a doubt, do it in every country that we can
touch with our better than most bodies.

new to the agenda, traffic! Yes that is a band too! A
good one at that! I must make my escape and sit in my
car while listening to the Allman's and drive drive and
drive my way to you. down that moronic expressway where
people should get the message that there are too many people driving.

thinking yummy thoughts of you!
Pat
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