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just a reminder - adrian brody is on my DML (dream make-out list), the Vodo is NOT.

hubbin, boo and i leave for AZ on saturday. hubbin is coming home tuesday and boo and i are staying until the 30th. i can’t wait. hubbin is going to be super busy with work and finishing the basement. he has to travel a bit to the east coast too. so it works out.

i have five books that i am going to attempt to read over the two weeks that i’m gone. now, keep in mind that i will be down there by myself with a toddler. so that should give me a major handicap right there. but here there are, in no particular order…

the good good pig by sy montgomrty - this caught my eye while i was wraping books for charity last holiday season and being a huge fan of “babe” and “charlotte’s web” i figured this was right up my alley.

love is a mix tape by rob sheffield - a jcsg bookclub bitches pick. looks like “high fidelity” with a set list. i’m warming up my itunes gift certificate right now.

the gun seller by hugh laurie - dr. house wrote a novel? count me in! i’m kind of a sucka for the celebrity novelist; except ethan hawke, someone just needs to kick that kid in the chin.

the night watch by sarah waters - the NEW bookclub’s pick. probably the one i won’t read since we aren’t meeting until the end of may. love in world war II london, i can feel myself getting sleepy already.

sometimes a great notion by ken kesey - another one that caught my eye while gift wrapping, some cute little college boy said it was the best book he’s ever read and i thought “awww, you’re adorable!” so i bought the book.

my dad went in for hip surgery last week. that’s the big news that’s been going on. he’s been a right bastard about it too. the gal-pal and i have been leaning on each other so much my knees are about ti give out. i’ve been in a crying jag for two days and she’s been just wonderful. i miss my mom so much it hurts. and she knows it and wants me to let it all out. i kinda feel guilty for liking her so much.

she’s about ready to shoot my dad though - he’s been a right bastard to her too. and get this, she’s a full-blooded, gun-toting republican. i said if you’re going to take him out back and shoot him - limp him down to the river, that way, desposing of the body won’t be a problem. she laughed her ass off at that one. and so from this day forward i shall refer to her as “annie oakly”.

i don’t think i could have made it through the last week without her - and while i was sobbing on the phone with her yesterday, telling her that i couldn’t do it anymore she simply said “yes, you can, you are one of the strongest women i know”. and she’s right.

so that’s where we are at, there are a bunch of other little things about this whole hip replacement thing - things that have pissed me off and have made me cry so hard for my mom that my chest hurt.

and i’m currently not really talking to my dad. which is hard. he’s all i have left of my family. my stoner cousin is boycotting me and easter because i didn’t call her about the surgery - sorry not my problem. slootie has been there though and that’s been great. we are planning easter dinner together and we AREN’T having HAM. that shit is for the birds.

jesus was a jew, i’m willing to bet his last meal before dying for our sins wasn’t ham with au grautin potatoes and green beans. and what kind of religion celebrates the death of their savior?

“>is jesus your pal?