Atlanta Connection
I picked my "frat" brother and his girlfriend up at the airport today, but not before I was harassed by the police. I had gotten out of my SUV and opened up the back so I could place their suitcases in. They had not arrived at my vehicle yet, but they were on their way because I had just talked to them on their cell. The cop pulls up next to me and tells me to move my car. I told him my peeps were coming out and I would be leaving. He said again for me to get in and leave. I just looked at him and looked at the airport doors and said, but they are coming out right now.
He cop said over his PA system "MOVE YOUR CAR!" so I shut the backdoor and started to get into my SUV. I shut my door and then I called my friend and he said “we was crossing the street,” so I opened my door and the cop began to back up and I heard him say "I told you to move." I didn't reply, I just opened the back of my SUV and welcomed my friend with a hug as well as his girlfriend. The cop was watching, I guess to see if I was going to blow something up, who knows?
We all got into my SUV and left the airport, what an asshole of a cop. I mean I know they are there to do a job, but I am sure there is a crack whore drug dealer they could focus in on and leave me the hell alone. As I drove past the cop I just smiled and nodded.
I spent the evening with my friends in DC and we all had a great time.
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Home Sweet Home
I came back to VA today and of course it is freezing out. The weather in GA was a nice 60 degrees. Man I miss that town. My coworker picked me up from the airport and we headed back to my place where she dropped me off, but I had to show her my pictures of the aquarium first, so she was stuck looking at my digital slide show before I set her free.
I took a short nap and began to clean because a fraternity brother was coming to DC for a visit and I wasn't sure if he and his girlfriend were going to stop by my place or not. I had to be safe and clean up just incase.
That was mostly my night. Nothing too eventful, but I did hook up my external hard drive for my computer, I know nerd alert!
Peace,
DeMo
I came back to VA today and of course it is freezing out. The weather in GA was a nice 60 degrees. Man I miss that town. My coworker picked me up from the airport and we headed back to my place where she dropped me off, but I had to show her my pictures of the aquarium first, so she was stuck looking at my digital slide show before I set her free.
I took a short nap and began to clean because a fraternity brother was coming to DC for a visit and I wasn't sure if he and his girlfriend were going to stop by my place or not. I had to be safe and clean up just incase.
That was mostly my night. Nothing too eventful, but I did hook up my external hard drive for my computer, I know nerd alert!
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
We Need A Bigger Boat
Today I went to the GA Aquarium with my folks and so did the rest of GA with children in a stroller! Because we had season tickets we were able to just walk right up and not stand outside in the cold, like everyone else. Once we got in, we went upstairs so we could get our actual ID cards for the picture season passes, like a 6 Flags season pass. We stood in that line for about 15 mins even thought the sign at the beginning of the line said 90 min wait. Most of the people, who read that, bitched for a moment and then left.
After striking a pose, we heading into the aquarium and got in line to see the exhibits. The first was where the whale sharks where being held. It was the largest of all the tanks in the GA Aquarium. You first start off going through a tunnel where you can stand on a moving side walk or walk on the right. We chose to stand and have the walkway do the moving for us.
As we were moving through the tunnel we felt like hamster running through one of those orange tubes in a cage. Water was surrounding us on 280 degrees. Everywhere we looked you could see fish swimming. We saw sharks, saw-fish, sting-rays and the whale sharks! They were so close, gliding majestically through the water. You would never guess they weighted tons each.
At the end of the tunnel we walked into the viewing room where we stood in front of a wall of acrylic that was about 30 feet long, 20 feet high and 24 inches thick. Behind the wall was a view that was incredible. We saw clouds of yellow and swarms of sting-rays. Huge fish, sharks on the prowl and of course the main attraction the 2 whale sharks. We stayed in that room for about 15 mins watching the 2 regal giants sail around in circles.
Once we left there, we headed to the room which housed the beluga whales. They have 5 belugas that were rescued from different parts of the world and let me tell you, they looked happy to be in Atlanta. As we watched them do their water ballet, I thought to myself, who was watching whom? As on of the ivory creators twisted by, I swear I saw it smile at me. I know that sounds crazy, but with my camera at the ready, the mammal knew I was going to take its picture and it smiled at me. We watched a bit more and left them as they continued to dance away the day.
Onward and upward, to the sea creatures of otters and sea loins. They were what my dad wanted to see all day. The sea lions had a cool spot where you could watch them from inside as well as outside. They splashed around and dove from the rocks having a great time, even though it was about 40 degrees out. We kept walking and it looked to be feeding time at the penguin cage. One of the keepers was in the cage feeding the penguin small fish. Like pigeons at the parks, they all gathered around her as she vigorously passed out lunch. The birds who lacked in the flight department where cute, but we got bored of them quickly, so we headed on our way.
Next, was the GA fresh water exhibit, I think? It had catfish and perch and lots of brown water, I think we were looking at the 'hooch. They had some fish that were really long and spits at its prey from the water. Boring! I spit at thing all the time, I didn't see the big deal. By this time we were hungry, so we headed to the food court and got lunch. 20% discount cause we're season pass members, gotta love that!
Lunch was good, we had the fresh fish of the day...just kidding, burgers all around. Now we were heading to the coral reef room. This room had a wall that was the roof and the wall all in one. In front of you was a coral reef that is part real and part fake. Once the real coral grows, they will remove the fake parts. Until then, your guess is as good as mine as to which is which. They have classical music playing in the background, so during the high part of the song the symbols clash together at the same time as the waves crashing on the roof and it is pretty cool. I bet you could spend hours in there. It is quite calming.
That is about all we could take for the Aquarium. We hit all the exhibits and saw all they had to offer. We even got a trinket or 2. If you’re in town or find yourself with nothing to do, stop by and check the place out. It ain't that bad!
Peace,
DeMo
Today I went to the GA Aquarium with my folks and so did the rest of GA with children in a stroller! Because we had season tickets we were able to just walk right up and not stand outside in the cold, like everyone else. Once we got in, we went upstairs so we could get our actual ID cards for the picture season passes, like a 6 Flags season pass. We stood in that line for about 15 mins even thought the sign at the beginning of the line said 90 min wait. Most of the people, who read that, bitched for a moment and then left.
After striking a pose, we heading into the aquarium and got in line to see the exhibits. The first was where the whale sharks where being held. It was the largest of all the tanks in the GA Aquarium. You first start off going through a tunnel where you can stand on a moving side walk or walk on the right. We chose to stand and have the walkway do the moving for us.
As we were moving through the tunnel we felt like hamster running through one of those orange tubes in a cage. Water was surrounding us on 280 degrees. Everywhere we looked you could see fish swimming. We saw sharks, saw-fish, sting-rays and the whale sharks! They were so close, gliding majestically through the water. You would never guess they weighted tons each.
At the end of the tunnel we walked into the viewing room where we stood in front of a wall of acrylic that was about 30 feet long, 20 feet high and 24 inches thick. Behind the wall was a view that was incredible. We saw clouds of yellow and swarms of sting-rays. Huge fish, sharks on the prowl and of course the main attraction the 2 whale sharks. We stayed in that room for about 15 mins watching the 2 regal giants sail around in circles.
Once we left there, we headed to the room which housed the beluga whales. They have 5 belugas that were rescued from different parts of the world and let me tell you, they looked happy to be in Atlanta. As we watched them do their water ballet, I thought to myself, who was watching whom? As on of the ivory creators twisted by, I swear I saw it smile at me. I know that sounds crazy, but with my camera at the ready, the mammal knew I was going to take its picture and it smiled at me. We watched a bit more and left them as they continued to dance away the day.
Onward and upward, to the sea creatures of otters and sea loins. They were what my dad wanted to see all day. The sea lions had a cool spot where you could watch them from inside as well as outside. They splashed around and dove from the rocks having a great time, even though it was about 40 degrees out. We kept walking and it looked to be feeding time at the penguin cage. One of the keepers was in the cage feeding the penguin small fish. Like pigeons at the parks, they all gathered around her as she vigorously passed out lunch. The birds who lacked in the flight department where cute, but we got bored of them quickly, so we headed on our way.
Next, was the GA fresh water exhibit, I think? It had catfish and perch and lots of brown water, I think we were looking at the 'hooch. They had some fish that were really long and spits at its prey from the water. Boring! I spit at thing all the time, I didn't see the big deal. By this time we were hungry, so we headed to the food court and got lunch. 20% discount cause we're season pass members, gotta love that!
Lunch was good, we had the fresh fish of the day...just kidding, burgers all around. Now we were heading to the coral reef room. This room had a wall that was the roof and the wall all in one. In front of you was a coral reef that is part real and part fake. Once the real coral grows, they will remove the fake parts. Until then, your guess is as good as mine as to which is which. They have classical music playing in the background, so during the high part of the song the symbols clash together at the same time as the waves crashing on the roof and it is pretty cool. I bet you could spend hours in there. It is quite calming.
That is about all we could take for the Aquarium. We hit all the exhibits and saw all they had to offer. We even got a trinket or 2. If you’re in town or find yourself with nothing to do, stop by and check the place out. It ain't that bad!
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, December 26, 2005
CHRISTMAS 2005
Today is Christmas and I am so ready for our Christmas dinner. The only draw back is that my mom is not feeling too good to I have to help with the dinner. We are making Prime Rib crusted with rosemary, stuffed mushrooms, green beans tied with bacon, baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes. We also have for antipasto some olives and brie and crackers.
For the most part dinner went well and we cleared the table and got ready for the next course, the fruit, nuts and candy course. During this course some of my mom's friends come over and the table began to refill with food. We added more chocolates and cookies to the table and then decided to merge the next course with this one.
The coffee pot was turned on and the dessert started to flow out of the kitchen like a choreographed dance number. We had cakes and pies and cookies and chocolates and fruit and donuts and ice creams and cup cakes and you name it, it was on the table. There was wine and eggnog and coffee being poured like the bottles were never ending.
During my dinner my cell phone rang and it was my buddy Scott and he was calling to tell me our friend Christy had gone into labor a month early and was going to have her baby today. He was heading to the hospital to see them. I wish I could have gone, but I had to help my mom with her guests. I got a call a little later from him to hear Christy delivered her son, Logan, o-natural! He was healthy and no complication for mom or son.
It seems everyone had a great Christmas Day. The next day, my parents and I were going to the GA Aquarium because I got them and my uncle season passes. Since I was in town, we thought we would go. So that is our big plan for tomorrow.
Peace,
DeMo
Today is Christmas and I am so ready for our Christmas dinner. The only draw back is that my mom is not feeling too good to I have to help with the dinner. We are making Prime Rib crusted with rosemary, stuffed mushrooms, green beans tied with bacon, baked sweet potatoes and baked potatoes. We also have for antipasto some olives and brie and crackers.
For the most part dinner went well and we cleared the table and got ready for the next course, the fruit, nuts and candy course. During this course some of my mom's friends come over and the table began to refill with food. We added more chocolates and cookies to the table and then decided to merge the next course with this one.
The coffee pot was turned on and the dessert started to flow out of the kitchen like a choreographed dance number. We had cakes and pies and cookies and chocolates and fruit and donuts and ice creams and cup cakes and you name it, it was on the table. There was wine and eggnog and coffee being poured like the bottles were never ending.
During my dinner my cell phone rang and it was my buddy Scott and he was calling to tell me our friend Christy had gone into labor a month early and was going to have her baby today. He was heading to the hospital to see them. I wish I could have gone, but I had to help my mom with her guests. I got a call a little later from him to hear Christy delivered her son, Logan, o-natural! He was healthy and no complication for mom or son.
It seems everyone had a great Christmas Day. The next day, my parents and I were going to the GA Aquarium because I got them and my uncle season passes. Since I was in town, we thought we would go. So that is our big plan for tomorrow.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Baby Christmas
My friends, Mark and Christy had their son on Christmas Day
Click here to see their son, Logan Bryant Mortimore.
My friends, Mark and Christy had their son on Christmas Day
Click here to see their son, Logan Bryant Mortimore.
Xmas Eve
Today I helped around the house getting things ready for tomorrow. Last night I had a migraine, so I am glad to be over that! Tonight the plan is to go to Mass with some friends of ours then back here for the traditional no-meat-dinner, then to the Stordy's house for a Christmas Eve Cocktail party and then back home by 11 to see what Santa left under the tree for us.
Mass was a bust, we didn't make it. I had to help mom with dinner prep and there wasn't enough time to get ready for church, so we skipped that part of the evening. My uncle came over and my dad, mom and I dined on a feast of seafood and pasta. This is a tradition with Catholics by having no meat on Christmas Eve and I think Italians have the 7 fishes as their dinner. All I know is that for the past 30 years, I haven't had meat on Christmas Eve. Dinner was great and over all too quickly, so we washed up and headed to the Stordy's for their party.
Once there, we mingled with the guests and of course I got to play babysitter for their 3 kids. Even though I was the only other child there, it didn't seem to matter how old I was. I was pushed aside and had to play with the kids. I didn’t mind too much cause their kids are well behaved, but it wasn't my idea of a good time. I sat on the couch with the kids and we watched the movie Elf. It was funny to see a movie through kids' eyes because they actually thought Santa was in the movie. The real Santa, that is.
Their daughter asked me why Santa wasn't wearing his glasses in one of the scenes. I had to tell her he only needed his glasses to read and they is why he wasn't wearing them. They also were under the impression that elves were real and that tights could keep you very warm in the North Pole.
The night went on and it was time for us to leave the party and head home to open gifts. This year I didn't really ask for anything major; just an external hard drive for my computer and a pair of Samba shoes. Other than that, it was fair game. I was more worried about the things I got my parents. I bought my mom a pink and orange cashmere sweater and a diamond circle pendant. For my dad, I bought him a hand blown water pipe. If you remember back to a blog I wrote in Nov, then you will know he was fascinated by them and though it would make a great gift.
We got back to my place and opened the gifts and I got what I wanted, actually I know I got the gifts because I had already picked them out, plus I got a few other things. My mom loved her gifts from me as well as the LCD TV my dad and I got her. My dad was in awe of the pipe, yet I still don’t' think he knows what it is really for.
All and all this was a good Christmas. It was just nice to be home with the family.
Peace,
DeMo
Today I helped around the house getting things ready for tomorrow. Last night I had a migraine, so I am glad to be over that! Tonight the plan is to go to Mass with some friends of ours then back here for the traditional no-meat-dinner, then to the Stordy's house for a Christmas Eve Cocktail party and then back home by 11 to see what Santa left under the tree for us.
Mass was a bust, we didn't make it. I had to help mom with dinner prep and there wasn't enough time to get ready for church, so we skipped that part of the evening. My uncle came over and my dad, mom and I dined on a feast of seafood and pasta. This is a tradition with Catholics by having no meat on Christmas Eve and I think Italians have the 7 fishes as their dinner. All I know is that for the past 30 years, I haven't had meat on Christmas Eve. Dinner was great and over all too quickly, so we washed up and headed to the Stordy's for their party.
Once there, we mingled with the guests and of course I got to play babysitter for their 3 kids. Even though I was the only other child there, it didn't seem to matter how old I was. I was pushed aside and had to play with the kids. I didn’t mind too much cause their kids are well behaved, but it wasn't my idea of a good time. I sat on the couch with the kids and we watched the movie Elf. It was funny to see a movie through kids' eyes because they actually thought Santa was in the movie. The real Santa, that is.
Their daughter asked me why Santa wasn't wearing his glasses in one of the scenes. I had to tell her he only needed his glasses to read and they is why he wasn't wearing them. They also were under the impression that elves were real and that tights could keep you very warm in the North Pole.
The night went on and it was time for us to leave the party and head home to open gifts. This year I didn't really ask for anything major; just an external hard drive for my computer and a pair of Samba shoes. Other than that, it was fair game. I was more worried about the things I got my parents. I bought my mom a pink and orange cashmere sweater and a diamond circle pendant. For my dad, I bought him a hand blown water pipe. If you remember back to a blog I wrote in Nov, then you will know he was fascinated by them and though it would make a great gift.
We got back to my place and opened the gifts and I got what I wanted, actually I know I got the gifts because I had already picked them out, plus I got a few other things. My mom loved her gifts from me as well as the LCD TV my dad and I got her. My dad was in awe of the pipe, yet I still don’t' think he knows what it is really for.
All and all this was a good Christmas. It was just nice to be home with the family.
Peace,
DeMo
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Pastry Nazi
There is this little pastry shop in Atlanta that is located across the street from my old apt on Cheshire Bridge road that makes the best stuff ever. It reminds me of the cakes and cookies I used to get up in Boston when I was a kid. My family has been going to this place for years and it just so happened that when I moved out of good old Fet'ville I moved into the apartment complex across the street from this place. Not sure of the name, but it is right across from the Heights on Cheshire Bridge Rd if you want to go there.
Well, the old man that runs/bakes there has got to be the brother of the soup Nazi, from the Seinfeld Show. This guy was so straight faced and mean it wasn't funny. You have to line up and tell him what you want without asking questions. If by some chance you muster up the nerve to ask a question, then he will give you the shortest answer possible in this tone that is so frightening it makes small children cry.
I went in there with my mom yesterday to get some pastries for tomorrow and they were out of what we wanted, so my mom had me ask him if they had any in back and I received a stern "NO!" Then she had me ask if they were going to be making any more today. Not to my surprise, I got the same answer as before, but with a little bit more dislike in his voice.
By this time my mom was beginning to chuckle because under her breathe she kept calling him the pastry Nazi. I was hitting her, so I wouldn't start laughing because as most of you know if i start to laugh, it is all over. My mom then piped up and asked him to box up some cookies for her. She wanted a pound of some twisted shaped thing my dad liked, so the pastry Nazi filled the box and asked if that was good. I said yes, not to upset the dessert dictator, but of course my mom had to interject and told him to add a few more. The vein on his forehead was beginning to throb.
He wrapped up the box of cookies and began to ring us out and my mom asked once again about those pastries she wanted. The man gave her a look that could kill ya. She said never mind, but the man said if she puts an order in he would have them for her tomorrow. My mom said no, that would be alright and we got the hell out of there.
If you want some great pastries and an experience of a life time, go to this place!
Peace,
DeMo
There is this little pastry shop in Atlanta that is located across the street from my old apt on Cheshire Bridge road that makes the best stuff ever. It reminds me of the cakes and cookies I used to get up in Boston when I was a kid. My family has been going to this place for years and it just so happened that when I moved out of good old Fet'ville I moved into the apartment complex across the street from this place. Not sure of the name, but it is right across from the Heights on Cheshire Bridge Rd if you want to go there.
Well, the old man that runs/bakes there has got to be the brother of the soup Nazi, from the Seinfeld Show. This guy was so straight faced and mean it wasn't funny. You have to line up and tell him what you want without asking questions. If by some chance you muster up the nerve to ask a question, then he will give you the shortest answer possible in this tone that is so frightening it makes small children cry.
I went in there with my mom yesterday to get some pastries for tomorrow and they were out of what we wanted, so my mom had me ask him if they had any in back and I received a stern "NO!" Then she had me ask if they were going to be making any more today. Not to my surprise, I got the same answer as before, but with a little bit more dislike in his voice.
By this time my mom was beginning to chuckle because under her breathe she kept calling him the pastry Nazi. I was hitting her, so I wouldn't start laughing because as most of you know if i start to laugh, it is all over. My mom then piped up and asked him to box up some cookies for her. She wanted a pound of some twisted shaped thing my dad liked, so the pastry Nazi filled the box and asked if that was good. I said yes, not to upset the dessert dictator, but of course my mom had to interject and told him to add a few more. The vein on his forehead was beginning to throb.
He wrapped up the box of cookies and began to ring us out and my mom asked once again about those pastries she wanted. The man gave her a look that could kill ya. She said never mind, but the man said if she puts an order in he would have them for her tomorrow. My mom said no, that would be alright and we got the hell out of there.
If you want some great pastries and an experience of a life time, go to this place!
Peace,
DeMo
Homecoming
Well, today I am back in good old GA. I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn because I made my flight for 6 am, dumbass that I am. The cab was waiting for me outside my lobby at 4am. I had just finished packing about 5 hours before that, so I was extremely tired.
The cab got me to the airport in about 10 mins and I made it through security in about 5 mins and sat at the gate for about an hour an a half. Once I got on the plane and in my seat, I fell right asleep. I don't even remember the plane taking off. The next thing I do remember is seeing Stone Mountain as we were making our final decent into Atlanta.
My folks picked me up from the airport and we dropped my dad off at home and my mom and I went into the city so I could get my hair cut by my friend Natasha. After the hair cut my mom and I had lunch at Fritti where another friend of mine, Trisha, works. From there my mom and I had a few other stops and then went home.
By his time it was close to 5 pm and the traffic was awful. It was taking 30 mins to travel down a street (Sidney Marcus Bvld). Once we got home, I had a headache and went right to bed. My mom kept bugging me with questions, but I fell asleep anyways.
Even though my night did not go as I would have liked, the day was eventful and it was great to ba back home.
Can't wait for tomorrow...Santa comes!
Peace,
DeMo
Well, today I am back in good old GA. I had to wake up at the butt-crack of dawn because I made my flight for 6 am, dumbass that I am. The cab was waiting for me outside my lobby at 4am. I had just finished packing about 5 hours before that, so I was extremely tired.
The cab got me to the airport in about 10 mins and I made it through security in about 5 mins and sat at the gate for about an hour an a half. Once I got on the plane and in my seat, I fell right asleep. I don't even remember the plane taking off. The next thing I do remember is seeing Stone Mountain as we were making our final decent into Atlanta.
My folks picked me up from the airport and we dropped my dad off at home and my mom and I went into the city so I could get my hair cut by my friend Natasha. After the hair cut my mom and I had lunch at Fritti where another friend of mine, Trisha, works. From there my mom and I had a few other stops and then went home.
By his time it was close to 5 pm and the traffic was awful. It was taking 30 mins to travel down a street (Sidney Marcus Bvld). Once we got home, I had a headache and went right to bed. My mom kept bugging me with questions, but I fell asleep anyways.
Even though my night did not go as I would have liked, the day was eventful and it was great to ba back home.
Can't wait for tomorrow...Santa comes!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Who Knows Short Hand
So I am at this way important meeting today and I am taking minutes, cause that is part of my job since I am there to gather all requirements for my system, and this person who is speaking asks if there was going to be an email sent out about our BIG meeting next month. Now, he knew there was because there always is, but he had to go there, he had to say "Is there still the admin person doing that stuff with this project," knowing full well I was sending out the emails to the group. His ass was full aware we don't have admins working on this project and that I was the one who sent out the notifications about our meetings and the one who had to set up the rooms and teleconferences. Before I was put in this position another teammate did the job, but we have never had an admin and this guy knew it.
Such a mother fucker! The funny thing is that I worked with this guy on another project and he knows who I am and what I do, so for him to call me an admin is almost a slap in the face...not that there is anything wrong with those who hold the title of admin, I just didn't go all the way through college and grad school to become an admin, you know what I mean. Plus, my student loans are screaming at me and being called an admin is like a knife in the back, while I have to pay that shit off.
When the comment was made, I could only look away to my coworker and she could only point at me as to not get the looks at herself; she was in my position previously. You would have thought, though, my manager, who was in the room, would have spoken up and said we don't have admins on the project, but the "insert title here" will take care of it. OMG!
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Peace,
DeMo
So I am at this way important meeting today and I am taking minutes, cause that is part of my job since I am there to gather all requirements for my system, and this person who is speaking asks if there was going to be an email sent out about our BIG meeting next month. Now, he knew there was because there always is, but he had to go there, he had to say "Is there still the admin person doing that stuff with this project," knowing full well I was sending out the emails to the group. His ass was full aware we don't have admins working on this project and that I was the one who sent out the notifications about our meetings and the one who had to set up the rooms and teleconferences. Before I was put in this position another teammate did the job, but we have never had an admin and this guy knew it.
Such a mother fucker! The funny thing is that I worked with this guy on another project and he knows who I am and what I do, so for him to call me an admin is almost a slap in the face...not that there is anything wrong with those who hold the title of admin, I just didn't go all the way through college and grad school to become an admin, you know what I mean. Plus, my student loans are screaming at me and being called an admin is like a knife in the back, while I have to pay that shit off.
When the comment was made, I could only look away to my coworker and she could only point at me as to not get the looks at herself; she was in my position previously. You would have thought, though, my manager, who was in the room, would have spoken up and said we don't have admins on the project, but the "insert title here" will take care of it. OMG!
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Xmas Party
Tonight is my company Christmas party and yes I said CHRISTMAS!!! I swear I hate that we can't say Christmas any more. December 25th is Christmas and we get that day off. All these people who bitch and moan about saying Christmas can go Fuck themselves. They don't complain about getting a paid holiday do they? Don't see them coming into work on Monday the 26th cause they don't celebrate Christmas do you. Fuck no, but because they complain about the holiday being called Christmas, we have to say Holiday...so I went to my holiday party tonight.
I started out round 6 pm, that was the start time of the party. Thought I would get there fashionably late, but there was so much fucking traffic I got there an hour later and most of the people had already eaten, so I got a drink and gulped that down.
I met up with my coworker and her husband and her brother and his girlfriend. We chatted for the next 45 mins and it was gift give-away time. All employees got a raffle ticket at a chance to win a gift. In years past, just the managers were the lucky ones to win gifts. This year a few of us, underlings, won gifts, but for the most part managers won gifts. The big gift of the night was a $200 AMX gift card and some girl who was friends with the party hostess won. It was kind of funny how the person who usually wins the "big" prize wasn't there, so the other office friend won. Hmmm, funny how that worked out.
After the prize give-away, my coworker and her family and I left. We said our goodbyes and we headed home. I was there for about 2 hours and total drive time for me was 90 mins, so it really wasn't worth the time. I did however, kiss the right ass and say hello to the right people at the party. I mean that is the reason you go to company functions anyways, right?
Peace,
DeMo
Tonight is my company Christmas party and yes I said CHRISTMAS!!! I swear I hate that we can't say Christmas any more. December 25th is Christmas and we get that day off. All these people who bitch and moan about saying Christmas can go Fuck themselves. They don't complain about getting a paid holiday do they? Don't see them coming into work on Monday the 26th cause they don't celebrate Christmas do you. Fuck no, but because they complain about the holiday being called Christmas, we have to say Holiday...so I went to my holiday party tonight.
I started out round 6 pm, that was the start time of the party. Thought I would get there fashionably late, but there was so much fucking traffic I got there an hour later and most of the people had already eaten, so I got a drink and gulped that down.
I met up with my coworker and her husband and her brother and his girlfriend. We chatted for the next 45 mins and it was gift give-away time. All employees got a raffle ticket at a chance to win a gift. In years past, just the managers were the lucky ones to win gifts. This year a few of us, underlings, won gifts, but for the most part managers won gifts. The big gift of the night was a $200 AMX gift card and some girl who was friends with the party hostess won. It was kind of funny how the person who usually wins the "big" prize wasn't there, so the other office friend won. Hmmm, funny how that worked out.
After the prize give-away, my coworker and her family and I left. We said our goodbyes and we headed home. I was there for about 2 hours and total drive time for me was 90 mins, so it really wasn't worth the time. I did however, kiss the right ass and say hello to the right people at the party. I mean that is the reason you go to company functions anyways, right?
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Hoy
A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright,"T-G-I-F.
"He smiled at her and replied,"S-H-I-T."
She looked puzzled, and repeated,"T-G-I-F," more slowly.
He again answered,"S-H-I-T.
"The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."
The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T.
"The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it duuhhh?
"The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means "Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday." Have a great day!
Peace,
DeMo
A business man got on an elevator. When he entered, there was a blonde already inside who greeted him with a bright,"T-G-I-F.
"He smiled at her and replied,"S-H-I-T."
She looked puzzled, and repeated,"T-G-I-F," more slowly.
He again answered,"S-H-I-T.
"The blonde was trying to keep it friendly, so, she smiled her biggest smile and said as sweetly as possibly, "T-G-I-F."
The man smiled back to her and once again, "S-H-I-T.
"The exasperated blonde finally decided to explain, "'T-G-I-F' means 'Thank Goodness It's Friday.' Get it duuhhh?
"The man answered, "'S-H-I-T' means "Sorry, Honey, It's Thursday." Have a great day!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Yin-Yang
“To love someone is to think of them three times, five times, ten times a day. To hate them is to never have them out of your thoughts. To hate someone is to be smothered by them, overwhelmed by feeling, made alive by their very existence. Love can be cured by a sight, by gossip, by rumor, by a pair of socks left unhampered or a slip of the tongue at a dinner party. Love is fragile. Love is the lie we tell ourselves to make all the other lies manageable. Hate is pure, though. Hate endures against all logic, against all argument, against any attempted reconciliation. Send me chocolates, I still hate you. Say you’re sorry, I still hate you. Fix what you have broken, I still hate you.”
This was a post from the Carver from the show nip\tuck and after reading his thoughts I began to think, and oddly enough I was thinking how he/she, cause as of right now we don’t know who the Carver is, could be on to something. Is love nothing but a lie we tell ourselves and is hate the definitive feeling that moves us from day to day?
It seems that hate is the one feeling that can gets us from situation to situation and can keep us up at night. Hate is the cloud that lurks over us every time we see or hear that certain person that has wronged us in the past. No matter where, when or how, we can have that feeling spinning in our stomachs all day and night without any relief. Love, on the other hand, can come and go as quick as an orgasm your lover gives you.
Funny how the one feeling you want is the one feeling we can’t hold on to, and
the one feeling we want to just let go of we can’t seem to get rid of. Love and hate is life’s little yin-yang battle where no one comes out the winner. I believe there is always some love and hate within us all, the key is to never let the hate overpower the love.
Peace,
DeMo
“To love someone is to think of them three times, five times, ten times a day. To hate them is to never have them out of your thoughts. To hate someone is to be smothered by them, overwhelmed by feeling, made alive by their very existence. Love can be cured by a sight, by gossip, by rumor, by a pair of socks left unhampered or a slip of the tongue at a dinner party. Love is fragile. Love is the lie we tell ourselves to make all the other lies manageable. Hate is pure, though. Hate endures against all logic, against all argument, against any attempted reconciliation. Send me chocolates, I still hate you. Say you’re sorry, I still hate you. Fix what you have broken, I still hate you.”
This was a post from the Carver from the show nip\tuck and after reading his thoughts I began to think, and oddly enough I was thinking how he/she, cause as of right now we don’t know who the Carver is, could be on to something. Is love nothing but a lie we tell ourselves and is hate the definitive feeling that moves us from day to day?
It seems that hate is the one feeling that can gets us from situation to situation and can keep us up at night. Hate is the cloud that lurks over us every time we see or hear that certain person that has wronged us in the past. No matter where, when or how, we can have that feeling spinning in our stomachs all day and night without any relief. Love, on the other hand, can come and go as quick as an orgasm your lover gives you.
Funny how the one feeling you want is the one feeling we can’t hold on to, and
the one feeling we want to just let go of we can’t seem to get rid of. Love and hate is life’s little yin-yang battle where no one comes out the winner. I believe there is always some love and hate within us all, the key is to never let the hate overpower the love.Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Knee to know
I am having another surgery on my knee in the middle of January. The doctor is going to go in and see if there is anything wrong and fix what he can. If the meniscus looks too fucked up, then we will talk about doing the transplant, but if that is the end result, then they will have to go back and pretty much tear open my knee and repair the entire thing.
So I guess, with the new year comes a new knee. Lets just hope this new year isn't starting off the wrong way with me going in and out of hospitals. I really don't think I can handle that. As it is, I am just about to go nuts dealing with the ones I have already been through.
Peace,
DeMo
I am having another surgery on my knee in the middle of January. The doctor is going to go in and see if there is anything wrong and fix what he can. If the meniscus looks too fucked up, then we will talk about doing the transplant, but if that is the end result, then they will have to go back and pretty much tear open my knee and repair the entire thing.
So I guess, with the new year comes a new knee. Lets just hope this new year isn't starting off the wrong way with me going in and out of hospitals. I really don't think I can handle that. As it is, I am just about to go nuts dealing with the ones I have already been through.
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, December 12, 2005
The Hunt
This weekend I had some friends staying with me so they could find an apartment here in the DC area. They are moving from AL to DC and I have to say I did the move from the south to DC and what a huge difference that was. The major difference is the cost, which they are finding out by looking for an apartment within their budget.
In the south rent can tend to run on the lesser side, and you can get more space. Here in the DC area rent can run on the higher side, and you can get lesser space. So the probability of them getting a 2 bedroom on a metro (subway) line is pretty much out of the question, unless they are willing to sell an organ.
My first apt here was a 1 bedroom on the metro and ran about fourteen hundred a month with utilities. I didn’t think that was too bad. Now that same one bedroom is going for eighteen hundred a month. I only moved out in February. Talk about inflation! This is their dilemma, they want utilities included, but they do not want to have to spend every waking moment of the day to have to work to pay for it, oh yea, they do not want to live in the hood either.
One place they did find, they looked up and read some of the reviews. Most of the people complained about the noise, but it wasn’t about street noise or construction…it was about the scratching of the claws the rats made on the walls. AUGH! No thank you very much. Who is their landlord Willard?
My friends are on their final excursion looking for their perfect DC apartment. They leave this afternoon to fly back down south. I hope they are victorious in their search and can leave knowing they have a home to come back to in a few weeks. Otherwise, I may have some house guests for a bit longer than expected.
Peace,
DeMo
This weekend I had some friends staying with me so they could find an apartment here in the DC area. They are moving from AL to DC and I have to say I did the move from the south to DC and what a huge difference that was. The major difference is the cost, which they are finding out by looking for an apartment within their budget.
In the south rent can tend to run on the lesser side, and you can get more space. Here in the DC area rent can run on the higher side, and you can get lesser space. So the probability of them getting a 2 bedroom on a metro (subway) line is pretty much out of the question, unless they are willing to sell an organ.
My first apt here was a 1 bedroom on the metro and ran about fourteen hundred a month with utilities. I didn’t think that was too bad. Now that same one bedroom is going for eighteen hundred a month. I only moved out in February. Talk about inflation! This is their dilemma, they want utilities included, but they do not want to have to spend every waking moment of the day to have to work to pay for it, oh yea, they do not want to live in the hood either.
One place they did find, they looked up and read some of the reviews. Most of the people complained about the noise, but it wasn’t about street noise or construction…it was about the scratching of the claws the rats made on the walls. AUGH! No thank you very much. Who is their landlord Willard?
My friends are on their final excursion looking for their perfect DC apartment. They leave this afternoon to fly back down south. I hope they are victorious in their search and can leave knowing they have a home to come back to in a few weeks. Otherwise, I may have some house guests for a bit longer than expected.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
cCommittee Report
I have joined two committees at my condo; social and facilities and have been appointed the chair of both. Not sure how that worked out, but it did. I really didn't mind at first, but now I can't stand being in charge of the committees.
The social committee is enjoyable because it is the FUN group. We plan the parties and get to do all the fun things for the condo, but I when you get a group of people together from all different backgrounds, ages and time schedules it can get pretty difficult at times. Luckily, this group of people is easy to get along with.
The facilities group, well that is another story. This committee is formed to help solve the issues related to anything seen on the property. We are in charge of landscaping, furniture, flowers, you see it we do it. The only problem is we can never meet because everyone has their own schedule and no one seems to be flexible, so it is just me who is on the committee at this point.
The facilities committee has a meeting tonight and all but one other person has backed out. So there will be two of us tonight to discuss the new landscaping and flower arrangements as well as the automatic light switches. I hope we do a good job because what we say goes.
Since there seems to be a lack of support from both committees, I will have to write a charter for both. I have some experience writing by laws and code of conducts as well as reading charters, so I am hoping writing a charter won't be too difficult. I guess only time will tell.
Let you know how things turn out.
Peace,
DeMo
I have joined two committees at my condo; social and facilities and have been appointed the chair of both. Not sure how that worked out, but it did. I really didn't mind at first, but now I can't stand being in charge of the committees.
The social committee is enjoyable because it is the FUN group. We plan the parties and get to do all the fun things for the condo, but I when you get a group of people together from all different backgrounds, ages and time schedules it can get pretty difficult at times. Luckily, this group of people is easy to get along with.
The facilities group, well that is another story. This committee is formed to help solve the issues related to anything seen on the property. We are in charge of landscaping, furniture, flowers, you see it we do it. The only problem is we can never meet because everyone has their own schedule and no one seems to be flexible, so it is just me who is on the committee at this point.
The facilities committee has a meeting tonight and all but one other person has backed out. So there will be two of us tonight to discuss the new landscaping and flower arrangements as well as the automatic light switches. I hope we do a good job because what we say goes.
Since there seems to be a lack of support from both committees, I will have to write a charter for both. I have some experience writing by laws and code of conducts as well as reading charters, so I am hoping writing a charter won't be too difficult. I guess only time will tell.
Let you know how things turn out.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Social
On Friday night, we had a meet-n-greet party at my condo, and I was the host/planner/chair of the committee. My committee and I have been planning this party for the past couple of weeks and we finally pulled it off. Some of the people on the committee were stressed about the party, but after working parties for 2 years, they have become old hat for me.
The party started at 8pm and went till "when ever," not my idea. We all helped out during the party and slowly more and more people arrived, and by the end, I would say, close to 80 people showed up. Not to bad for our first party at the condo.
The age group started out to be mostly the older folks at the beginning, but round 9:30 the older folks went to bed and the younger crowd headed in for the free food and drinks. We went through bout 15 magnums of wine and 4 cases of beer.
All and all everyone that came had a great time and I ended up closing the party bout 2 a.m. I of course was the only one left from the committee, so I had to clean the room up by myself. No worries, I had some vodka to drink which made the time fly by.
I met a lot of people and there were quite a few cute ladies there. Hopefully, I will be able to see them in the future. I mean we do live in the same building, I would think we would have to run into each other once in a while, right??? Who knows what will come from the first social event of North Hampton?
I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
DeMo
On Friday night, we had a meet-n-greet party at my condo, and I was the host/planner/chair of the committee. My committee and I have been planning this party for the past couple of weeks and we finally pulled it off. Some of the people on the committee were stressed about the party, but after working parties for 2 years, they have become old hat for me.
The party started at 8pm and went till "when ever," not my idea. We all helped out during the party and slowly more and more people arrived, and by the end, I would say, close to 80 people showed up. Not to bad for our first party at the condo.
The age group started out to be mostly the older folks at the beginning, but round 9:30 the older folks went to bed and the younger crowd headed in for the free food and drinks. We went through bout 15 magnums of wine and 4 cases of beer.
All and all everyone that came had a great time and I ended up closing the party bout 2 a.m. I of course was the only one left from the committee, so I had to clean the room up by myself. No worries, I had some vodka to drink which made the time fly by.
I met a lot of people and there were quite a few cute ladies there. Hopefully, I will be able to see them in the future. I mean we do live in the same building, I would think we would have to run into each other once in a while, right??? Who knows what will come from the first social event of North Hampton?
I'll keep you posted.
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Big Apple
A buddy of mine sent this to me...what do you think?
"Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top becuase they value quality."
Fuck that, the ones at the top need to learn how to drop their panties like the ones at the bottom. There's no such thing as a drunk man without the balls to hit on the hottest chick at the party.
Peace,
DeMo
A buddy of mine sent this to me...what do you think?
"Women are like apples on trees, the best ones are on the top of the tree. The men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and don't want to get hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't so good but easy. So, the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top becuase they value quality."
Fuck that, the ones at the top need to learn how to drop their panties like the ones at the bottom. There's no such thing as a drunk man without the balls to hit on the hottest chick at the party.
Peace,
DeMo
Ouch
I tell ya, my knee is killing me. Last night I had to go to Costco with some people from my condo to buy supplies for our party this Friday and I walked around there for about an hour. Nothing too major, but a typical shopping experience I would have to say.
When I got home my knee was killing me. The pain was throbbing and felt like someone had hit me clear cross the knee cap. Thank God my doctor is a firm believer in pain killers, cause I am stocked full on'em.
Took me quite a few to help ease the pain, something I DO NOT do on a regular basis, so no letters please, and logged onto the computer. Between complete boredom and a really, really nice buzz I think I stayed on MySpace for a good four hours or so. Lord knows who I talked to, or what comments I made, but I know I felt no pain!
So my point is, if you're reading this and you got a comment from me last night and it made no sense what so ever, please disregard. I was in mucho painolla and was surfing the medicated wave to release the madness.
Peace,
DeMo
I tell ya, my knee is killing me. Last night I had to go to Costco with some people from my condo to buy supplies for our party this Friday and I walked around there for about an hour. Nothing too major, but a typical shopping experience I would have to say.
When I got home my knee was killing me. The pain was throbbing and felt like someone had hit me clear cross the knee cap. Thank God my doctor is a firm believer in pain killers, cause I am stocked full on'em.
Took me quite a few to help ease the pain, something I DO NOT do on a regular basis, so no letters please, and logged onto the computer. Between complete boredom and a really, really nice buzz I think I stayed on MySpace for a good four hours or so. Lord knows who I talked to, or what comments I made, but I know I felt no pain!
So my point is, if you're reading this and you got a comment from me last night and it made no sense what so ever, please disregard. I was in mucho painolla and was surfing the medicated wave to release the madness.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Where Did I Parks My Sign
Not to give everyone a history lesson, but the name Tara is pretty synonymous with the South...hello "Gone With the Wind." Another name that people know, but may not pair with the South is Rosa Parks. As we all know Rosa died a few weeks ago, and the city of Atlanta wants to rename the road Tara Blvd to Rosa Parks. It is an honor to memorialize Mrs. Parks for what she did and her achievement for the advancement for civil rights, but what about the civil rights of those who did grow up in the South and where the name Tara means something to them?
This name change has created a huge stir with the locals. The Atlanta Journal and Constitution has a section called the vent where anyone can send in their opinion and it will be published. Now opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one. Comments are being said like, they should name a park after her, or the Clayton Co. busline, or a building, or make a memorial. Some have asked why does Atlanta have to do anything because she is not even from Atlanta, she is from Alabama? Most of the people responding express they are offended by the name change, because the city is taking away their heritage by removing a huge part of their history.
In addition to the Rosa Parks comments, people now want to know how far Atlanta will go. It seems over the last few years Atlanta has been changing names of things to African Americans from the community. The airport was recently changed to a past major of Atlanta's name. Not sure why, he didn't invent sliced bread? One comment written was they should call Atlanta PCville, another asks when will their street be renamed to Snoop Dogwood Lane?
Has the name changing gotten out of hand and are we as a society trying too hard to please the masses? Why are we trying to cover up one heritage with another to sweep away the past. It just doesn't make sense. GA makes it's money off of tourism and people come to see the sites of "Gone With the Wind." Tara Blvd plays a big part of that history and most of the path people will take is Tara Blvd to see the historic homes and battle fields. I would think it would be kind of odd to drive down Rosa Parks Ave looking at confederate battlegrounds. But that's just me.
I'd say, if Atlanta wants to do something for Rosa Parks, make a statue, place it in a downtown park with a description of her accomplishments, and call it a day. Win-win and everyone goes home happy.
Peace,
DeMo
Not to give everyone a history lesson, but the name Tara is pretty synonymous with the South...hello "Gone With the Wind." Another name that people know, but may not pair with the South is Rosa Parks. As we all know Rosa died a few weeks ago, and the city of Atlanta wants to rename the road Tara Blvd to Rosa Parks. It is an honor to memorialize Mrs. Parks for what she did and her achievement for the advancement for civil rights, but what about the civil rights of those who did grow up in the South and where the name Tara means something to them?
This name change has created a huge stir with the locals. The Atlanta Journal and Constitution has a section called the vent where anyone can send in their opinion and it will be published. Now opinions are like assholes, everyone's got one. Comments are being said like, they should name a park after her, or the Clayton Co. busline, or a building, or make a memorial. Some have asked why does Atlanta have to do anything because she is not even from Atlanta, she is from Alabama? Most of the people responding express they are offended by the name change, because the city is taking away their heritage by removing a huge part of their history.
In addition to the Rosa Parks comments, people now want to know how far Atlanta will go. It seems over the last few years Atlanta has been changing names of things to African Americans from the community. The airport was recently changed to a past major of Atlanta's name. Not sure why, he didn't invent sliced bread? One comment written was they should call Atlanta PCville, another asks when will their street be renamed to Snoop Dogwood Lane?
Has the name changing gotten out of hand and are we as a society trying too hard to please the masses? Why are we trying to cover up one heritage with another to sweep away the past. It just doesn't make sense. GA makes it's money off of tourism and people come to see the sites of "Gone With the Wind." Tara Blvd plays a big part of that history and most of the path people will take is Tara Blvd to see the historic homes and battle fields. I would think it would be kind of odd to drive down Rosa Parks Ave looking at confederate battlegrounds. But that's just me.
I'd say, if Atlanta wants to do something for Rosa Parks, make a statue, place it in a downtown park with a description of her accomplishments, and call it a day. Win-win and everyone goes home happy.
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, November 28, 2005
Go Dawgs Go
This weekend the University of GA played GA Tech and man was it a good game. UGA had it's moments of awful plays, but in the long run they kicked the yellow jackets' ass in their own stadium! 14-7 was the final score as the Dawgs once again defeted Tech. But hey, you gotta give it to GA Tech, they did beat Miami!
Peace,
DeMo
This weekend the University of GA played GA Tech and man was it a good game. UGA had it's moments of awful plays, but in the long run they kicked the yellow jackets' ass in their own stadium! 14-7 was the final score as the Dawgs once again defeted Tech. But hey, you gotta give it to GA Tech, they did beat Miami!
Peace,
DeMo
Maggiano Gang
I met with my friends from Maggiano's tonight and damn if I don't miss them. I met them 4 years ago when I started working at Maggiano's. With open arms, these people welcomed me and befriended me without any questions. No matter what has been going on in our lives we have all stayed in touch and the funny thing is that none of us work at Maggiano's now, but without that damn place, we would have never met.
First we have Natasha and Trisha who were cocktail waitresses when I started working at the Magg. They were the resident hotties and the first to leave. Then there is Trexler, but his ass didn't show up tonight. No hard feelings for the Trex, I am sure he was sleeping off the night before. Trex was a bartender and worked with me up in banquets. He is a trip and a half and if his face wasn't red and sweat wasn't dripping off his head, then it wasn't a good night. And last but not least there is Charlie. I think he was 21 when I met him, or 20, but he looked all of 18. He started off as a food runner then moved to a server and into a bartender position. All of these people are good hearted and I know would be there for me no matter what.
We hung out at Fritti for a few drinks then headed to a bar for some dinner. We got there and ordered our drinks, well the ladies did, cause the guy seemed to be into them and didn't really care about me and Charlie. Then the bartender's helper came over and took our order. I ordered a Crown and Ginger, but they were out of Crown, so I went for Maker's Mark...they were out of that as well. I then ordered a Jack and Coke. The bartender took our food order and walked away, not 5 minutes later did he come back and ask if we were doing OK and if we wanted some food. We all looked at each other, like we were the ones confused. I said I guess we know were the Crown went.
The bartender's helper waited on our table for most of the time, but we found out that she didn't really work there, she was just "helping out." What she needed to help was her stomach which was flopping out from her sweater! Then Charlie said he noticed that the bartender was doing shots, so we ate and left and headed back to Fritti.
After a while we all said our good byes and made plans to see each other the next time I am in town. Damn I miss them already, but we stay in touch and the best part about having great friends is that you can go without talking for months and still have that bond like you just left them the day before.
Peace,
DeMo
I met with my friends from Maggiano's tonight and damn if I don't miss them. I met them 4 years ago when I started working at Maggiano's. With open arms, these people welcomed me and befriended me without any questions. No matter what has been going on in our lives we have all stayed in touch and the funny thing is that none of us work at Maggiano's now, but without that damn place, we would have never met.
First we have Natasha and Trisha who were cocktail waitresses when I started working at the Magg. They were the resident hotties and the first to leave. Then there is Trexler, but his ass didn't show up tonight. No hard feelings for the Trex, I am sure he was sleeping off the night before. Trex was a bartender and worked with me up in banquets. He is a trip and a half and if his face wasn't red and sweat wasn't dripping off his head, then it wasn't a good night. And last but not least there is Charlie. I think he was 21 when I met him, or 20, but he looked all of 18. He started off as a food runner then moved to a server and into a bartender position. All of these people are good hearted and I know would be there for me no matter what.
We hung out at Fritti for a few drinks then headed to a bar for some dinner. We got there and ordered our drinks, well the ladies did, cause the guy seemed to be into them and didn't really care about me and Charlie. Then the bartender's helper came over and took our order. I ordered a Crown and Ginger, but they were out of Crown, so I went for Maker's Mark...they were out of that as well. I then ordered a Jack and Coke. The bartender took our food order and walked away, not 5 minutes later did he come back and ask if we were doing OK and if we wanted some food. We all looked at each other, like we were the ones confused. I said I guess we know were the Crown went.
The bartender's helper waited on our table for most of the time, but we found out that she didn't really work there, she was just "helping out." What she needed to help was her stomach which was flopping out from her sweater! Then Charlie said he noticed that the bartender was doing shots, so we ate and left and headed back to Fritti.
After a while we all said our good byes and made plans to see each other the next time I am in town. Damn I miss them already, but we stay in touch and the best part about having great friends is that you can go without talking for months and still have that bond like you just left them the day before.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Weekend Review
Friday I went to visit my Godson and his parents. Sounds so funny. Matt and Carla are doing well and Marcus is growing like a weed. He is about 24 inches long and is just about wearing 3 month old clothes. He is only a month old. So needless to say, he is a growing boy. I staid there for about 2 hours and held Marcus for an hour. All of which he slept in my arms, so it was nice because there was no crying and no pooping!
Later that night I met with some friends: Nick, Nicky, Jen, Justin, Scott, Jamila and Adam. We headed out to Atlantic Station for dinner, Atlanta's newest shopping center. It is a small town set on top of shops combined with condos and lofts. It is nice, but I am not sure if I would want to live there. Too many people coming and going in a small area and it is still in an area of Atlanta that is not the best part of town. The city had to create a new area code to fool people it is not the same old Atlanta they think it is. I mean who are they kidding. For the prices of the places you would think they were selling palaces made of gold. But it is a cool place to visit. Hell there is an IKEA there.
Well, we walked around and couldn't decide on a place to eat, so we headed to Chow Baby, a noodle house. This place is awesome!! It is an all-you-can-eat, make-it-yourself cheap-as-hell restaurant. We called ahead and they said we would be seated when we got there. Well, we had to wait about 45 mins when we arrived, so they offered us a free shot. Some of the members of our group did not drink liquor, so they asked for a beer instead, so we confused the people and cluster fucked that up. After talking to the hostess and the manager, we go the right drinks.
We all ate and did our trips through the line, but Jen was feeling sick, so she only took two bites of her food and basically sat there looking at her half bowl of rice. She wasn't feeling good, but she toughed it out and came out to be social (thanks Jen). As we were finishing our meal, Jen asked for a to-go box and they said no, because it was all you can eat. She felt bad because she wasting her money on the meal and then wasting the food because she only had 2 bites and if she knew she couldn't take it home, she wouldn't have gotten anything. Well, she started to get teary eyed, so I went to talk to the manger. After telling him what happened. He came over and not only let Jen take her food home, but they gave her a T-shirt.
Jen and Justin left before the rest of us, because Jen really wasn't doing well at all. Once we got the bill, Adam looked at it and he said the took some stuff off of it. I was thinking Jen's bowl, but it turned out our total bill was 60 bucks. We had 8 people plus they added the tip and it was $60.00. they only charged us for one dinner, $11.99 and then drinks, I think. Scott ordered 3 appetizers for the table and a few people had drinks, so we were thinking the bill should have been $150 with tip. We didn't complain about the extra beer they charged us for and gave the waitress and extra 20 bucks for tip and hit the door running. So all and all it was a good night.
Sunday, today, I am going to visit some friends I have known since I was 4 or 5 years old. Let you know how that was later. Then tonight I am hanging with my Maggiano friends. Can't wait for that!
Peace,
DeMo
Friday I went to visit my Godson and his parents. Sounds so funny. Matt and Carla are doing well and Marcus is growing like a weed. He is about 24 inches long and is just about wearing 3 month old clothes. He is only a month old. So needless to say, he is a growing boy. I staid there for about 2 hours and held Marcus for an hour. All of which he slept in my arms, so it was nice because there was no crying and no pooping!
Later that night I met with some friends: Nick, Nicky, Jen, Justin, Scott, Jamila and Adam. We headed out to Atlantic Station for dinner, Atlanta's newest shopping center. It is a small town set on top of shops combined with condos and lofts. It is nice, but I am not sure if I would want to live there. Too many people coming and going in a small area and it is still in an area of Atlanta that is not the best part of town. The city had to create a new area code to fool people it is not the same old Atlanta they think it is. I mean who are they kidding. For the prices of the places you would think they were selling palaces made of gold. But it is a cool place to visit. Hell there is an IKEA there.
Well, we walked around and couldn't decide on a place to eat, so we headed to Chow Baby, a noodle house. This place is awesome!! It is an all-you-can-eat, make-it-yourself cheap-as-hell restaurant. We called ahead and they said we would be seated when we got there. Well, we had to wait about 45 mins when we arrived, so they offered us a free shot. Some of the members of our group did not drink liquor, so they asked for a beer instead, so we confused the people and cluster fucked that up. After talking to the hostess and the manager, we go the right drinks.
We all ate and did our trips through the line, but Jen was feeling sick, so she only took two bites of her food and basically sat there looking at her half bowl of rice. She wasn't feeling good, but she toughed it out and came out to be social (thanks Jen). As we were finishing our meal, Jen asked for a to-go box and they said no, because it was all you can eat. She felt bad because she wasting her money on the meal and then wasting the food because she only had 2 bites and if she knew she couldn't take it home, she wouldn't have gotten anything. Well, she started to get teary eyed, so I went to talk to the manger. After telling him what happened. He came over and not only let Jen take her food home, but they gave her a T-shirt.
Jen and Justin left before the rest of us, because Jen really wasn't doing well at all. Once we got the bill, Adam looked at it and he said the took some stuff off of it. I was thinking Jen's bowl, but it turned out our total bill was 60 bucks. We had 8 people plus they added the tip and it was $60.00. they only charged us for one dinner, $11.99 and then drinks, I think. Scott ordered 3 appetizers for the table and a few people had drinks, so we were thinking the bill should have been $150 with tip. We didn't complain about the extra beer they charged us for and gave the waitress and extra 20 bucks for tip and hit the door running. So all and all it was a good night.
Sunday, today, I am going to visit some friends I have known since I was 4 or 5 years old. Let you know how that was later. Then tonight I am hanging with my Maggiano friends. Can't wait for that!
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, November 24, 2005
Gobble, Gobble, Gobble
Well it's Turkey Day, so Happy Thanksgiving...
Last night I hung out with some of my friends from the old fraternity. These are the guys who I met when I 1st went to GA State and who were the ones who 1st taught me the ways of being Greek. The funny part is I don't remember most of those nights. But, nonetheless, we all go together last night at, what else, a local bar for a few drinks. After saying our hellos and making our first conversations, we moved on to our next spot where we would have dinner and a few more drinks.
We went to an Irish pub for dinner and took over the back booth that was like a big conference table, but with beer. A few more guys joined us there and we began to reminisce about the old days and how much fun we had doing stupid things. Most of these guys I have not seen in years, so it was really cool to hang with them last night.
Most people say the being Greek is just buying your friends, but you know you just can't buy friends like this. After dinner we headed out to another destination, bar, and then we went to another for our final stop of the evening. When we were there, we saw 2 things that puzzled us.
The first, was a guy who was wearing a short sleeve shirt with a scarf. He had the scarf wrapped up tight, so he must have been cold. Once he took the scarf off, we noticed he had his collars up on his polo shirt. He looked like a total pussy! I thought that look had finally went way, oh wait it did in the early 80's after Judd Nelson went to rehab. FYI...flip your fucking collars down.
Then second, which was the best!!!, was this guy who had a hair cut I could only wish I had a picture of. Picture it; business in the front and a party in the back, yeah I know mullett. You're probably saying what's so "best" about that. Well this guy got his saying twisted. He thought it said Business in the back party in the front. He had this short hair cut with a mullett like swoop of hair coming down his forehead. He looked like a total dork! This fucker actually wanted his hair to look like that. Remember back in the day of rat tails and duck tails, now put them together and wear them between your eyes and that is what this guy had. Lord, can we say TOOL!
As the night was ending, we all had a great time and there were 2 thing that I hear this night that I will never forget. They are "meat curtains" and 'fat bags". Two terms I have never heard of before and two terms I will never forget.
Have a great Thanksgiving and remember what your thankful for. Great friends and great family is always at the top of my list.
Peace,
DeMo
Well it's Turkey Day, so Happy Thanksgiving...
Last night I hung out with some of my friends from the old fraternity. These are the guys who I met when I 1st went to GA State and who were the ones who 1st taught me the ways of being Greek. The funny part is I don't remember most of those nights. But, nonetheless, we all go together last night at, what else, a local bar for a few drinks. After saying our hellos and making our first conversations, we moved on to our next spot where we would have dinner and a few more drinks.
We went to an Irish pub for dinner and took over the back booth that was like a big conference table, but with beer. A few more guys joined us there and we began to reminisce about the old days and how much fun we had doing stupid things. Most of these guys I have not seen in years, so it was really cool to hang with them last night.
Most people say the being Greek is just buying your friends, but you know you just can't buy friends like this. After dinner we headed out to another destination, bar, and then we went to another for our final stop of the evening. When we were there, we saw 2 things that puzzled us.
The first, was a guy who was wearing a short sleeve shirt with a scarf. He had the scarf wrapped up tight, so he must have been cold. Once he took the scarf off, we noticed he had his collars up on his polo shirt. He looked like a total pussy! I thought that look had finally went way, oh wait it did in the early 80's after Judd Nelson went to rehab. FYI...flip your fucking collars down.
Then second, which was the best!!!, was this guy who had a hair cut I could only wish I had a picture of. Picture it; business in the front and a party in the back, yeah I know mullett. You're probably saying what's so "best" about that. Well this guy got his saying twisted. He thought it said Business in the back party in the front. He had this short hair cut with a mullett like swoop of hair coming down his forehead. He looked like a total dork! This fucker actually wanted his hair to look like that. Remember back in the day of rat tails and duck tails, now put them together and wear them between your eyes and that is what this guy had. Lord, can we say TOOL!
As the night was ending, we all had a great time and there were 2 thing that I hear this night that I will never forget. They are "meat curtains" and 'fat bags". Two terms I have never heard of before and two terms I will never forget.
Have a great Thanksgiving and remember what your thankful for. Great friends and great family is always at the top of my list.
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Dinner Guest
A buddy of mine is having a love affair from a far and tomorrow his long lost love will be coming for a holiday visit. This lady from a distance is the sister of a friend of his and he has this, some would say, abnormal crush on this girl. He has visited her at her home and that visit went well, but this is going to be the test visit.
The last visit was quick and she was preoccupied with other things, so her attention was not on him. This time she will be staying with her brother, and have nothing but time to spend with him. Thursday my friend will be spending Thanksgiving with her and her brother, so they will get to spend the entire day together. They will be able to talk, laugh, share and hopefully start something.
She lives in one state, he live in another and plans to move even further North. Is this something one should peruse or does love concur all? Distance is only a number and when it comes to love does it really matter how far one lives from another, or do you need more than just that feeling?
I have been in a long distance (324 miles to be persicise) relationship and that lasted about a year and a half. I was driving back to see her every weekend, and we talked all the time, so I guess that helped prolong the relationship. In the end, she was cheating on me and I guess she figured I would have never found out. Guess what, I did and we broke up. No time for cheaters in my life. If we lived closer to each other would she have cheated on me, could our relationship have lasted? I guess I would never know, but I am sure everything happened for a reason!
Thinking about all my friends and what has happened in their lives, it depends on the person and the situation. Some of my friends have concurred the dreaded long distance thing and some have raised the white flag and threw in the towel. As for my friend and his possible new relationship, I bid him good luck and hope it all works out. Finding someone special is tough and I guess finding someone near you is even tougher!
Peace,
DeMo
A buddy of mine is having a love affair from a far and tomorrow his long lost love will be coming for a holiday visit. This lady from a distance is the sister of a friend of his and he has this, some would say, abnormal crush on this girl. He has visited her at her home and that visit went well, but this is going to be the test visit.
The last visit was quick and she was preoccupied with other things, so her attention was not on him. This time she will be staying with her brother, and have nothing but time to spend with him. Thursday my friend will be spending Thanksgiving with her and her brother, so they will get to spend the entire day together. They will be able to talk, laugh, share and hopefully start something.
She lives in one state, he live in another and plans to move even further North. Is this something one should peruse or does love concur all? Distance is only a number and when it comes to love does it really matter how far one lives from another, or do you need more than just that feeling?
I have been in a long distance (324 miles to be persicise) relationship and that lasted about a year and a half. I was driving back to see her every weekend, and we talked all the time, so I guess that helped prolong the relationship. In the end, she was cheating on me and I guess she figured I would have never found out. Guess what, I did and we broke up. No time for cheaters in my life. If we lived closer to each other would she have cheated on me, could our relationship have lasted? I guess I would never know, but I am sure everything happened for a reason!
Thinking about all my friends and what has happened in their lives, it depends on the person and the situation. Some of my friends have concurred the dreaded long distance thing and some have raised the white flag and threw in the towel. As for my friend and his possible new relationship, I bid him good luck and hope it all works out. Finding someone special is tough and I guess finding someone near you is even tougher!
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, November 21, 2005
The Dead Nea
Here is the latest news on my knee. Yes, my knee is fucked, yes, my knee has been looked at by another doctor, yes, my knee is still causing me pain and YES, I WILL BE HAVING ANOTHER SURGERY!
My new doctor has looked at the most recent MRIs and told me the inside of my knee "didn't look good." I really wasn't thrilled with that explanation, but I guess his expert opinion was what I was looking for...Not Good. He said the meniscus looked damaged and should be repaired or removed. I could remain in physical therapy and see how that goes, or just have the surgery and see how that works.
He is leaving the option to me, but is stressing the surgery. He believes that will be my best option. When I have the surgery it is going to be like nothing I have had before. This surgery is going to be something very cutting edge and kinda creepy. He is going to give me a knee transplant by removing what is left of my meniscus and replace it with someone else's; a donor.
This donor, though, will have to be someone who is a match with me, has a perfect meniscus and oh yea doesn't need theirs any more. That's right they have to be dead! The doctor will be getting the meniscus from a cadaver. YUCK! But if it helps me walk and gets rid of all this pain I have in my knee, then sign me up. I'll get the transplant and suffer the pain of the surgery.
I go to the doctor in early December to ask all my questions about the surgery and about the risks, so I'll know more then. So for now, I am having another surgery on my knee and when it is all said and done, I'll have a new and working knee. The best part is that it will be an all natural replacement.
Peace,
DeMo
Here is the latest news on my knee. Yes, my knee is fucked, yes, my knee has been looked at by another doctor, yes, my knee is still causing me pain and YES, I WILL BE HAVING ANOTHER SURGERY!
My new doctor has looked at the most recent MRIs and told me the inside of my knee "didn't look good." I really wasn't thrilled with that explanation, but I guess his expert opinion was what I was looking for...Not Good. He said the meniscus looked damaged and should be repaired or removed. I could remain in physical therapy and see how that goes, or just have the surgery and see how that works.
He is leaving the option to me, but is stressing the surgery. He believes that will be my best option. When I have the surgery it is going to be like nothing I have had before. This surgery is going to be something very cutting edge and kinda creepy. He is going to give me a knee transplant by removing what is left of my meniscus and replace it with someone else's; a donor.
This donor, though, will have to be someone who is a match with me, has a perfect meniscus and oh yea doesn't need theirs any more. That's right they have to be dead! The doctor will be getting the meniscus from a cadaver. YUCK! But if it helps me walk and gets rid of all this pain I have in my knee, then sign me up. I'll get the transplant and suffer the pain of the surgery.
I go to the doctor in early December to ask all my questions about the surgery and about the risks, so I'll know more then. So for now, I am having another surgery on my knee and when it is all said and done, I'll have a new and working knee. The best part is that it will be an all natural replacement.
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, November 20, 2005
1st Weekend
The plane ride down to GA was extremely enjoyable. As we took off from National, I was able to finally see what Fall looked like. The sky was illuminated by the sun which was a burnt orange. The ground was filled with cotton balls colored of autumn. The trees had turned in such a way all we could see from the plane was a sea of reds, oranges, yellows and browns that I have never seen before. In combination with the setting sun, the Earth's changing scenery had a glow that made me think about how living in GA does allow you to miss out on certain season changes.
I am not saying that we don't have season changes in GA, or that the trees don't change, or you can't go to the mountains of GA to see the beauty of nature in change, but for me living south of Atlanta, that is Metro Atlanta, you kinda do miss out on a good part of nature.
As I look out of the window from my house, we have some trees with turned leaves, but for the most part we have pine trees. Pine trees have pine needles and those needles go from green to brown and that is about all the color we see. So for me to experience the abundance of color in one place at one time was such a shock to my system. I never knew how nice Fall could be.
Makes me appreciate those days as a child when my dad was able to rake up those piles of leaves for my to jump into. Ahh to be a child again!
Peace,
DeMo
The plane ride down to GA was extremely enjoyable. As we took off from National, I was able to finally see what Fall looked like. The sky was illuminated by the sun which was a burnt orange. The ground was filled with cotton balls colored of autumn. The trees had turned in such a way all we could see from the plane was a sea of reds, oranges, yellows and browns that I have never seen before. In combination with the setting sun, the Earth's changing scenery had a glow that made me think about how living in GA does allow you to miss out on certain season changes.
I am not saying that we don't have season changes in GA, or that the trees don't change, or you can't go to the mountains of GA to see the beauty of nature in change, but for me living south of Atlanta, that is Metro Atlanta, you kinda do miss out on a good part of nature.
As I look out of the window from my house, we have some trees with turned leaves, but for the most part we have pine trees. Pine trees have pine needles and those needles go from green to brown and that is about all the color we see. So for me to experience the abundance of color in one place at one time was such a shock to my system. I never knew how nice Fall could be.
Makes me appreciate those days as a child when my dad was able to rake up those piles of leaves for my to jump into. Ahh to be a child again!
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, November 18, 2005
Up, Up and Away
OK folks, I am off to GA today to spend the holiday with my friends and family. I'll be reporting my travels to ya, so check back to see what I get into while I am back in my home town.
Should be some fun and excitement going on in Hotlanta...well I guess Coldlanta.
Tonight, I am off to a fraternity initiation back at my home chapter Beta Kappa, GA State. Who knows what will go on. One thing is for sure, we will start late, end later and have a great time.
BTW, Got shitty news about my knee. Looks like I AM due for surgery and they are going to give me a knee transplant. More on that in days to come. And believe me it is not pretty!
Peace,
DeMo
OK folks, I am off to GA today to spend the holiday with my friends and family. I'll be reporting my travels to ya, so check back to see what I get into while I am back in my home town.
Should be some fun and excitement going on in Hotlanta...well I guess Coldlanta.
Tonight, I am off to a fraternity initiation back at my home chapter Beta Kappa, GA State. Who knows what will go on. One thing is for sure, we will start late, end later and have a great time.
BTW, Got shitty news about my knee. Looks like I AM due for surgery and they are going to give me a knee transplant. More on that in days to come. And believe me it is not pretty!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Hump-day
I am getting so tired of all this ghost crap. One of my favorite shows right now is Supernatural, but on that show they are not talking to ghosts, or trying to help a lost soul. There are too many shows out there right now playing off that gimmick.
You have the Ghost Whisperer, the Medium and a few other ones that luckily never made it, good thing for Scott Wolf who is finding fame from Lost. Now to pour salt on our beyond the grave wounds, there is a made for TV movie with 90210 alum Tori, she wishes she can act, Spelling who is some kind of para-normal psychic detective who solves cases by seeing dead people.
I mean come on, are we that hard up for entertainment that we have to watch some movie that has been pieced together from 5 other shows. What has Hollywood become when they have to squeeze an idea down to its last drop. The funny thing is that this Spelling future award winner is going to be on Lifetime, so I guess they figure middle aged house wives are that desperate for no talented, uninteresting, over done television.
I do wish they would bring back 90210, now that was some great TV!
Peace,
DeMo
I am getting so tired of all this ghost crap. One of my favorite shows right now is Supernatural, but on that show they are not talking to ghosts, or trying to help a lost soul. There are too many shows out there right now playing off that gimmick.
You have the Ghost Whisperer, the Medium and a few other ones that luckily never made it, good thing for Scott Wolf who is finding fame from Lost. Now to pour salt on our beyond the grave wounds, there is a made for TV movie with 90210 alum Tori, she wishes she can act, Spelling who is some kind of para-normal psychic detective who solves cases by seeing dead people.
I mean come on, are we that hard up for entertainment that we have to watch some movie that has been pieced together from 5 other shows. What has Hollywood become when they have to squeeze an idea down to its last drop. The funny thing is that this Spelling future award winner is going to be on Lifetime, so I guess they figure middle aged house wives are that desperate for no talented, uninteresting, over done television.
I do wish they would bring back 90210, now that was some great TV!
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Blahh
Hello, today Madonna’s Album came out and of course I have it. It is great, wonderful spectacular, yadda, yadda, yadda. It really is a good CD and I would say pick it up.
I have been in a been mood the past few weeks and I guess it is because I get a little ticked at what I hear is going on at work. I know there isn’t too much I can do about it, but when the people I care about get shafted, or get looked over because of stupid reasons, I get ticked. Plus, people talk to me about there problems and I wish I could help them, but there isn’t much I can do for them, but to listen. And I guess that is really all they need is a friendly ear, but sometimes I just want to do more. So if any of you are reading this, I wish I could do more for you, but I can’t, but I am always here for you no matter what!
Did I mention Madonna’s new album came out today? In January I am heading to Charlotte for a fraternity conference. It should be a good time. This is going to be my 10th or 11th consecutive time going since I joined Pi Kapp. Like last year, I will be a facilitator and get to shape young minds in the way of Greekdome. No, not really, but we help these undergrads learn their roles as emerging leaders, and try to help develop them into becoming better role models for their chapters. I mean we are only there for a weekend; we are not creating the perfect man, just trying to help shape them.
This weekend UGA (9) played Auburn (15) and lost by one Fucking point. Now my dawgs are in 14th place and are probably out of reach of playing a bowl. They go up against Kentucky on Saturday. I hope they redeem themselves and kick some ass, like I know they can.
I was at the bar the other night and I was talking to this lady. I asked this normal question of how are you doing…and the answer I got was “my boyfriend broke up with me last week out of the blue.” Then like a crack in the damn the flood water started to pour out! She went on and on about how she didn’t see it coming and how she was so into him. How she was so in love and she couldn’t believe he broke up with her. That she had to go to her parents’ house in Florida to get away and she hopes that she doesn’t see him tonight while she is out. After 20 mins of this I looked to my buddies for some sort of relief. Luckily the UGA game had just finished and we were ready to go! We said our goodbyes and I said my apologies to this lady and we quickly got the hell out of dodge.
I could not believe she would unload her misery on a stranger like that. Granted her X-boyfriend is a friend of a friend of mine, but I really didn’t know this chick. I wonder how many other unsuspecting men she blindsided with her story of break-up hell.
Well have a good day, my mood just changed from bad to really pissy!!!!!!! Funny how that happens when you see a person.
Peace,
DeMo
Hello, today Madonna’s Album came out and of course I have it. It is great, wonderful spectacular, yadda, yadda, yadda. It really is a good CD and I would say pick it up.
I have been in a been mood the past few weeks and I guess it is because I get a little ticked at what I hear is going on at work. I know there isn’t too much I can do about it, but when the people I care about get shafted, or get looked over because of stupid reasons, I get ticked. Plus, people talk to me about there problems and I wish I could help them, but there isn’t much I can do for them, but to listen. And I guess that is really all they need is a friendly ear, but sometimes I just want to do more. So if any of you are reading this, I wish I could do more for you, but I can’t, but I am always here for you no matter what!
Did I mention Madonna’s new album came out today? In January I am heading to Charlotte for a fraternity conference. It should be a good time. This is going to be my 10th or 11th consecutive time going since I joined Pi Kapp. Like last year, I will be a facilitator and get to shape young minds in the way of Greekdome. No, not really, but we help these undergrads learn their roles as emerging leaders, and try to help develop them into becoming better role models for their chapters. I mean we are only there for a weekend; we are not creating the perfect man, just trying to help shape them.
This weekend UGA (9) played Auburn (15) and lost by one Fucking point. Now my dawgs are in 14th place and are probably out of reach of playing a bowl. They go up against Kentucky on Saturday. I hope they redeem themselves and kick some ass, like I know they can.
I was at the bar the other night and I was talking to this lady. I asked this normal question of how are you doing…and the answer I got was “my boyfriend broke up with me last week out of the blue.” Then like a crack in the damn the flood water started to pour out! She went on and on about how she didn’t see it coming and how she was so into him. How she was so in love and she couldn’t believe he broke up with her. That she had to go to her parents’ house in Florida to get away and she hopes that she doesn’t see him tonight while she is out. After 20 mins of this I looked to my buddies for some sort of relief. Luckily the UGA game had just finished and we were ready to go! We said our goodbyes and I said my apologies to this lady and we quickly got the hell out of dodge.
I could not believe she would unload her misery on a stranger like that. Granted her X-boyfriend is a friend of a friend of mine, but I really didn’t know this chick. I wonder how many other unsuspecting men she blindsided with her story of break-up hell.
Well have a good day, my mood just changed from bad to really pissy!!!!!!! Funny how that happens when you see a person.
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, November 11, 2005
Vet Day
So I am at work today and there is nothing going on. The Government is off, and since my customer is the government the phone has been dead and the emails are nonexistent. The day has been good for catching up on old emails and researching stuff I needed to find, but the main thing I had to do today was my MRI.
Yup I had to get another MRI on my knee. The one I just had surgery on not but 4 months ago. Things are not going too smoothly with the knee, so I went to a new doctor to see what he had to say and he gave me 2 options.
1) Go another month in physical therapy and see how the knee feels after 4weeks. As well get the MRI. If things do not improve then in Jan open the knee up and see what is wrong and repair it if needed.
2) Just go ahead now and open up the knee and see what's wrong.
I went for option 1, since I am heading home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now you're probably asking, why get an MRI if they are going to open you up. The MRI is going to be compared to the one I had in July and see if they can see anything torn and sticking out now that would be causing my current pain. If they can see something, then it would make the surgery that more just. If there is nothing they can see in the MRI they will be cutting me open and going in blind looking for a possible solution for the pain.
Hopefully they will see something in the MRI because I am tired of all this shit and need some type of good news, no matter what it is. Oh and when I say cut me open and, open me up, the incision is only about 1/3 of an inch long. So it is not that bad.
I'll know more in early December when I see my doctor again. Until then, I am off to physical therapy. Oh to be young again.
Peace,
DeMo
So I am at work today and there is nothing going on. The Government is off, and since my customer is the government the phone has been dead and the emails are nonexistent. The day has been good for catching up on old emails and researching stuff I needed to find, but the main thing I had to do today was my MRI.
Yup I had to get another MRI on my knee. The one I just had surgery on not but 4 months ago. Things are not going too smoothly with the knee, so I went to a new doctor to see what he had to say and he gave me 2 options.
1) Go another month in physical therapy and see how the knee feels after 4weeks. As well get the MRI. If things do not improve then in Jan open the knee up and see what is wrong and repair it if needed.
2) Just go ahead now and open up the knee and see what's wrong.
I went for option 1, since I am heading home for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Now you're probably asking, why get an MRI if they are going to open you up. The MRI is going to be compared to the one I had in July and see if they can see anything torn and sticking out now that would be causing my current pain. If they can see something, then it would make the surgery that more just. If there is nothing they can see in the MRI they will be cutting me open and going in blind looking for a possible solution for the pain.
Hopefully they will see something in the MRI because I am tired of all this shit and need some type of good news, no matter what it is. Oh and when I say cut me open and, open me up, the incision is only about 1/3 of an inch long. So it is not that bad.
I'll know more in early December when I see my doctor again. Until then, I am off to physical therapy. Oh to be young again.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
BSB Wanna B's
You have to check out this link below. This is the latest in Internet karioki!
2 guys are singing to BackStreet Boys and let me tell you it is worth a watch. These guys put all their heart and soul into their performance.
Take a look and laugh all day: BSB: I Want It That Way
Peace,
DeMo
You have to check out this link below. This is the latest in Internet karioki!2 guys are singing to BackStreet Boys and let me tell you it is worth a watch. These guys put all their heart and soul into their performance.
Take a look and laugh all day: BSB: I Want It That Way
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, November 07, 2005
Color Wheel
I was watching this show on the TVOne Network yesterday, and it was a group of people discussing the placement of blacks on TV. More specifically, what blacks should watch on TV and why they should be watching what these people say. For those who do not know TVOne is a TV network geared to blacks.
This panel of “experts” was discussing shows and how great the UPN network was because they featured mostly black programming during primetime hours. The panel urged black views to spend most of there viewing hours watching this network more than the others because it was “black friendly.” They were discrediting the other networks because the black to white ratio was not 50:50 or greater. Then they said that most black show do not have a TV life of anything greater than 6 years. I guess there is a show called Sister that is going on its 7th year and that is a huge deal? But there are plenty of other shows on other networks that do not make it to 5 years, hell ask Chris O’Donnell about his new show. Oh, wait you can’t because it never made it past 5 episodes.
It seems this panel was trying to use the race card to discredit all other show and only say the shows that were all black inspired were worth watching. If the cast was not all black, then the creator had to be black for this panel to give it an OK. Grey’s anatomy was the only show I heard them give a nod to because the creator was black. Being that the creator was black; the characters of the hospital chief, one of the chief residents and the lady in charge of the interns are all black. They said these characters are black because they creator was black and that is the only reason blacks had such an important role in that hospital. Now is am not going to run down shows where blacks played characters in high ranking positions, but Dr. Benton (played by a black man) on ER was not only a Resident, but he was a key player on the show. These characters they are talking about on Grey’s Anatomy, however important in a real hospital, are only second players on the show. The real characters are the interns, which non are black, even though the creator is.
After watching this show I began to think, and think, and think. Do people really watch show because of the characters and plots and story lines, or it is just the people who are displayed on our sets. Are we that superficial that we have to watch a show based on how many Caucasians, blacks, Asians, etc are on a show? I know when I watch a show it is because I am interested in what I am seeing and not who is playing the character or who created the program. If that were the case, then I doubt I would watch TV at all. I mean, how many shows do you see with Italians on them. Hmmm…I guess I could watch the Soprano’s, but I think I would get sick of watching gangster movies, since that is all we Italians get cast for. Just a thought about what and how we watch TV. Some people study the shows, other of us just watch for enjoyment, who are you?
Peace,
DeMo
I was watching this show on the TVOne Network yesterday, and it was a group of people discussing the placement of blacks on TV. More specifically, what blacks should watch on TV and why they should be watching what these people say. For those who do not know TVOne is a TV network geared to blacks.
This panel of “experts” was discussing shows and how great the UPN network was because they featured mostly black programming during primetime hours. The panel urged black views to spend most of there viewing hours watching this network more than the others because it was “black friendly.” They were discrediting the other networks because the black to white ratio was not 50:50 or greater. Then they said that most black show do not have a TV life of anything greater than 6 years. I guess there is a show called Sister that is going on its 7th year and that is a huge deal? But there are plenty of other shows on other networks that do not make it to 5 years, hell ask Chris O’Donnell about his new show. Oh, wait you can’t because it never made it past 5 episodes.
It seems this panel was trying to use the race card to discredit all other show and only say the shows that were all black inspired were worth watching. If the cast was not all black, then the creator had to be black for this panel to give it an OK. Grey’s anatomy was the only show I heard them give a nod to because the creator was black. Being that the creator was black; the characters of the hospital chief, one of the chief residents and the lady in charge of the interns are all black. They said these characters are black because they creator was black and that is the only reason blacks had such an important role in that hospital. Now is am not going to run down shows where blacks played characters in high ranking positions, but Dr. Benton (played by a black man) on ER was not only a Resident, but he was a key player on the show. These characters they are talking about on Grey’s Anatomy, however important in a real hospital, are only second players on the show. The real characters are the interns, which non are black, even though the creator is.
After watching this show I began to think, and think, and think. Do people really watch show because of the characters and plots and story lines, or it is just the people who are displayed on our sets. Are we that superficial that we have to watch a show based on how many Caucasians, blacks, Asians, etc are on a show? I know when I watch a show it is because I am interested in what I am seeing and not who is playing the character or who created the program. If that were the case, then I doubt I would watch TV at all. I mean, how many shows do you see with Italians on them. Hmmm…I guess I could watch the Soprano’s, but I think I would get sick of watching gangster movies, since that is all we Italians get cast for. Just a thought about what and how we watch TV. Some people study the shows, other of us just watch for enjoyment, who are you?
Peace,
DeMo
Thursday, November 03, 2005
OiC
If at anytime you were laughing at my Madonna crap and how I enjoy the Queen of pop, then you are going to piss yourself laughing at this one! I have a friend; let’s call him Scott who is going to a party tonight. Now that is not too funny. The funny party is this is a themed party. Now you can think all sorts of cool and exciting themes for parties like aloha or toga or even something over done as pimps-n-whoes, but he is going to an OC party tonight.
The OC, for those who live under a rock, or who might be too cool to watch the FOX network, is at TV show about some kids who live a privileged life in Orange County, thus the OC, and seem to get themselves in trouble every week. The show has been off the air for the entire baseball playoff season and World Series, so tonight is the first time back on its regular night.
My friend “Scott” will be going to this party to watch eagerly as the show premiers after its weeks of hiatus. Now I have to admit, I have watched the show, but I have never thrown a party to celebrate the show, nor would I have gone to a party to watch the show. I mean it’s not like this is Twin Peaks and there isn’t any cherry pie around. Well, have fun my friend I call “Scott” and report back what happened at your party because we are all dieing to know what goes on at one of those things.
P.s. a guy is throwing the damn thing…
Peace,
DeMo
If at anytime you were laughing at my Madonna crap and how I enjoy the Queen of pop, then you are going to piss yourself laughing at this one! I have a friend; let’s call him Scott who is going to a party tonight. Now that is not too funny. The funny party is this is a themed party. Now you can think all sorts of cool and exciting themes for parties like aloha or toga or even something over done as pimps-n-whoes, but he is going to an OC party tonight.
The OC, for those who live under a rock, or who might be too cool to watch the FOX network, is at TV show about some kids who live a privileged life in Orange County, thus the OC, and seem to get themselves in trouble every week. The show has been off the air for the entire baseball playoff season and World Series, so tonight is the first time back on its regular night.
My friend “Scott” will be going to this party to watch eagerly as the show premiers after its weeks of hiatus. Now I have to admit, I have watched the show, but I have never thrown a party to celebrate the show, nor would I have gone to a party to watch the show. I mean it’s not like this is Twin Peaks and there isn’t any cherry pie around. Well, have fun my friend I call “Scott” and report back what happened at your party because we are all dieing to know what goes on at one of those things.
P.s. a guy is throwing the damn thing…
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
This Is For My Dawg!
This is for My Dawg!
People Who Lie Suck and People Who Break Promises Should Die. You Know Who You Are!
People Who Lie Suck and People Who Break Promises Should Die. You Know Who You Are!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
What A Day
Today I shredded paper. I put out a few fires a wok, but for the most part I shredded papers. We have three boxes of old papers that needed to be shredded, so that is what I did today. Not to complain, but see what a Master’s Degree gets you; three boxes of paper and one massive paper shredder. I was only able to get through one box of paper before I had filled up two thrash cans with the confetti pieces of paper. One down, two to go. Thank God we have a clean up crew that comes in here every night because I made a mess. Those little paper shreds get every where.
Just to fill you in on how much paper I shredded, the shredded got tired and needed a break. After I finished one box, the shredder would not shred another piece of paper. It was like on strike. I had to wait about 30 mins before the damn thing would work again. Guess I worked it too hard. Lucky for the shredder, I ran out of trash cans or else I would still be shredding. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
Today I shredded paper. I put out a few fires a wok, but for the most part I shredded papers. We have three boxes of old papers that needed to be shredded, so that is what I did today. Not to complain, but see what a Master’s Degree gets you; three boxes of paper and one massive paper shredder. I was only able to get through one box of paper before I had filled up two thrash cans with the confetti pieces of paper. One down, two to go. Thank God we have a clean up crew that comes in here every night because I made a mess. Those little paper shreds get every where.
Just to fill you in on how much paper I shredded, the shredded got tired and needed a break. After I finished one box, the shredder would not shred another piece of paper. It was like on strike. I had to wait about 30 mins before the damn thing would work again. Guess I worked it too hard. Lucky for the shredder, I ran out of trash cans or else I would still be shredding. Oh well, there is always tomorrow.
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I am so over it. Have you ever just been in one of those moods where you just say fuck it!? That is where I am right now. I am getting fed up with some of the shit I see around me and I feel like there is nothing I can do because I know I’ll be the one who gets it in the ass. So, you just sit there and watch the bull shit happen and what was a happy circle of life turn into a cluster fuck. Then to top it off my damn knee is still hurting and I only have 2 more visits to the physical therapist. You would think after 8 weeks of that shit I would have some progress, but nope; still in pain. Thank God I am not addicted to pain killers cause I sure as hell could become a junky.
Its funny when something great in your life happens, why does it always have to be followed by such shittyness? It seems that is my life though. No matter the situation, when some good may happen, here comes the bad, but in this case it seems the bad keeps building and the dam is about to break. The funny thing is I am no alone with this situation. There are quite a few people who are feeling my pain on this one.
I can’t really say what is going to happen, but if things don’t improve there are going to be changes around here and I doubt some of the population is going to like it. The next few weeks are going to be pretty interesting to say the least.
I am so over it. Have you ever just been in one of those moods where you just say fuck it!? That is where I am right now. I am getting fed up with some of the shit I see around me and I feel like there is nothing I can do because I know I’ll be the one who gets it in the ass. So, you just sit there and watch the bull shit happen and what was a happy circle of life turn into a cluster fuck. Then to top it off my damn knee is still hurting and I only have 2 more visits to the physical therapist. You would think after 8 weeks of that shit I would have some progress, but nope; still in pain. Thank God I am not addicted to pain killers cause I sure as hell could become a junky.
Its funny when something great in your life happens, why does it always have to be followed by such shittyness? It seems that is my life though. No matter the situation, when some good may happen, here comes the bad, but in this case it seems the bad keeps building and the dam is about to break. The funny thing is I am no alone with this situation. There are quite a few people who are feeling my pain on this one.
I can’t really say what is going to happen, but if things don’t improve there are going to be changes around here and I doubt some of the population is going to like it. The next few weeks are going to be pretty interesting to say the least.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Happy Birthday
On Oct 24, 2005 around 10:30 pm, Marcus Tyler Remillard was born. Matt and Karla Remillard welcomed their new son into the world a few weeks early, but I know Karla was more than happy to have him join them.
Marcus weighted 7 lbs 3oz and was 21 inches long. He not only was a big boy, but he had a head full of dark hair. I was able to see him shortly after his trip down the cannal, so he was still a bit crusty and had that new car smell. After a quick bath, Marcus was wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. We all passed him around and posed for pictures and Karla rested in bed.
Today, mom and baby get to go home and try to get some rest. But I am sure that is when all the fun begins...no more help from the nurses; it will be all up to Karla and Matt. Luckily, Karla's mom will be staying with them for a few weeks and Matt's folks live near by for any new parent worries.
Matt and Marcus:
On Oct 24, 2005 around 10:30 pm, Marcus Tyler Remillard was born. Matt and Karla Remillard welcomed their new son into the world a few weeks early, but I know Karla was more than happy to have him join them.
Marcus weighted 7 lbs 3oz and was 21 inches long. He not only was a big boy, but he had a head full of dark hair. I was able to see him shortly after his trip down the cannal, so he was still a bit crusty and had that new car smell. After a quick bath, Marcus was wrapped in a blanket like a burrito. We all passed him around and posed for pictures and Karla rested in bed.
Today, mom and baby get to go home and try to get some rest. But I am sure that is when all the fun begins...no more help from the nurses; it will be all up to Karla and Matt. Luckily, Karla's mom will be staying with them for a few weeks and Matt's folks live near by for any new parent worries.
Matt and Marcus:
Monday, October 24, 2005
The Weekender
Here is a little recap of my weekend:
Friday I went out to Tallula's restaurant for drinks with some friends and since we started 'round 5 we called it a night bout 9ish. That was cool with me because I was going to head at 9:30. 10:00, watching MTV for Madonna's I'm Going To Tell You A Secret Documentary (IGTTYAS). It was 2 hours of her letting us into her life as she was on her last tour. A bit preachy on kabbalaha, but it was cool to see her family...
Saturday Met up with a friend of mine from GA and her friends. This friend, I have known for 10 years now. We rushed at the same time back at GSU; she was going through sorority rush, I through fraternity rush. We became great friends over the years, and she helped me get a job a Maggiano's. Not sure if I should thank her or hate her for that. But anyways, we went out to George Town that night. Started out at Morton's Steak House for drinks, then walked to the water front and ended up at Tony and Joe's Seafood for dinner. She had Clams Casino and I had Fried Alligator. The waiter dropped a ramekin of tarter sauce into and in her coach purse, so needless to say our meal was free. We got back to my condo and staid up till 2 am talking, until she said she felt sick and threw up the clams. Then she felt better. She mentioned clams always made her sick. That would have been good to know before she ordered them. Then we went to bed...
Sunday My friend and I met some of her friends for brunch and afterwards, I left her with them so they could go shop and do the sight seeing thing of DC. I went home and went to the gym and relaxed on the couch. They got back about 5 and then my friend and I headed for dinner about 6. I wanted to take her to Tallula's, but they were closed for dinner on Sunday's and this other place called Willow was also closed, so we just went to Shirlington and picked a place there. We had Italian at a new restaurant called Extra Virgin. We were pleasantly surprised with the menu and the food. The service itself was a bit slow, it felt like we were there forever, but over all we had a good time. After dinner we came back to my place and loaded up her iPod with songs and then went to bed. Not a crazy night, but that's what happens when you get old.
Peace,
DeMo
Here is a little recap of my weekend:
Friday I went out to Tallula's restaurant for drinks with some friends and since we started 'round 5 we called it a night bout 9ish. That was cool with me because I was going to head at 9:30. 10:00, watching MTV for Madonna's I'm Going To Tell You A Secret Documentary (IGTTYAS). It was 2 hours of her letting us into her life as she was on her last tour. A bit preachy on kabbalaha, but it was cool to see her family...
Saturday Met up with a friend of mine from GA and her friends. This friend, I have known for 10 years now. We rushed at the same time back at GSU; she was going through sorority rush, I through fraternity rush. We became great friends over the years, and she helped me get a job a Maggiano's. Not sure if I should thank her or hate her for that. But anyways, we went out to George Town that night. Started out at Morton's Steak House for drinks, then walked to the water front and ended up at Tony and Joe's Seafood for dinner. She had Clams Casino and I had Fried Alligator. The waiter dropped a ramekin of tarter sauce into and in her coach purse, so needless to say our meal was free. We got back to my condo and staid up till 2 am talking, until she said she felt sick and threw up the clams. Then she felt better. She mentioned clams always made her sick. That would have been good to know before she ordered them. Then we went to bed...
Sunday My friend and I met some of her friends for brunch and afterwards, I left her with them so they could go shop and do the sight seeing thing of DC. I went home and went to the gym and relaxed on the couch. They got back about 5 and then my friend and I headed for dinner about 6. I wanted to take her to Tallula's, but they were closed for dinner on Sunday's and this other place called Willow was also closed, so we just went to Shirlington and picked a place there. We had Italian at a new restaurant called Extra Virgin. We were pleasantly surprised with the menu and the food. The service itself was a bit slow, it felt like we were there forever, but over all we had a good time. After dinner we came back to my place and loaded up her iPod with songs and then went to bed. Not a crazy night, but that's what happens when you get old.
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, October 21, 2005
Leap Of Faith
Have you ever been on a blind date? Have you ever been set up before? Well, I haven’t, until now. A coworker said she had a friend of a friend she wanted to “hook” me up with, so I said sure, why not. The young lady she wanted me to meet is someone she thinks I will get along with and if nothing else, I’ll make a new friend.
Well, I told her to get me this girl’s email and I’ll give it a shot, and I did. I emailed her and she emailed me back. We had a few email conversations and I did the infamous, call me if you have time and we can talk. This way she wasn’t pressured into calling some strange guy from the Internet.
So, Wednesday night my phone rings ‘round 9:30 and it is her. She called me I was shocked. She has been really sick and I figured she would just wait till she got better, but nope she called and she had the sweetest voice. Granted it was masked by the coughing, but she sounded very pretty. We talked about all sorts of stuff and the next thing I knew it was an hour later. She needed to go because she had to get up early, so we said our goodbyes, and I told her I would call her next week and see how she felt and we could get drinks and something to eat.
We’ll see how that turns out. I hope we are able to go out in the future, we are both pretty busy over the next few weeks, so it may not be until next month before we are actually able to make a face-to-face encounter. I’ll keep you posted.
Speaking of face-to-face encounters, I hope Matt’s went well this weekend. I’m pulling for you buddy. I want details!!!
Peace,
DeMo
Have you ever been on a blind date? Have you ever been set up before? Well, I haven’t, until now. A coworker said she had a friend of a friend she wanted to “hook” me up with, so I said sure, why not. The young lady she wanted me to meet is someone she thinks I will get along with and if nothing else, I’ll make a new friend.
Well, I told her to get me this girl’s email and I’ll give it a shot, and I did. I emailed her and she emailed me back. We had a few email conversations and I did the infamous, call me if you have time and we can talk. This way she wasn’t pressured into calling some strange guy from the Internet.
So, Wednesday night my phone rings ‘round 9:30 and it is her. She called me I was shocked. She has been really sick and I figured she would just wait till she got better, but nope she called and she had the sweetest voice. Granted it was masked by the coughing, but she sounded very pretty. We talked about all sorts of stuff and the next thing I knew it was an hour later. She needed to go because she had to get up early, so we said our goodbyes, and I told her I would call her next week and see how she felt and we could get drinks and something to eat.
We’ll see how that turns out. I hope we are able to go out in the future, we are both pretty busy over the next few weeks, so it may not be until next month before we are actually able to make a face-to-face encounter. I’ll keep you posted.
Speaking of face-to-face encounters, I hope Matt’s went well this weekend. I’m pulling for you buddy. I want details!!!
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Who The Fuck Are U
I am in the elevator today and this guy is in there, wearing black jeans, black shoes, black jacket and a white shirt. He is in the right back corner, I am in the left back corner and my coworker is in the front left corner. The doors from the inside are silver, so you can see images, but no like a mirror. I can see the guy looking at me, but since I am looking straight ahead, like you should in an elevator, he doesn’t notice I see him looking at me. He is staring at me for 2 floors, so I turn my head to look at him. Then he opens his mouth…
He said “I haven’t seen an argyle sweater in 20 years.” So I told him I was bringing to look back. You know just making light of the comment because I had no clue where he was going with it. Then he said “Did you have that stored away and brought it out?” I was shocked!!! The doors opened and he walked out. I had no chance to say anything to him.
First of all, my shit does not look old. It is practically brand new and if you know me I DO NOT wear shitty clothes. Secondly, if this guy would get his cheap ass out of Old Navy and into a designer’s store he would see that argyle, how timeless it maybe, is the comeback print that is on clothing and has been on the runways for many years. This “sweater” cost more than his entire outfit, that fucker!
Why can’t people just learn to shut the fuck up on elevators and watch the floor numbers change like the rest of us. No one wants to hear anyone else’s conversations nor do we want to start up a conversation with anyone. And while I am at it; for those of you who like to bathe in your cologne, take the fucking stairs. You smell!
Peace,
DeMo
I am in the elevator today and this guy is in there, wearing black jeans, black shoes, black jacket and a white shirt. He is in the right back corner, I am in the left back corner and my coworker is in the front left corner. The doors from the inside are silver, so you can see images, but no like a mirror. I can see the guy looking at me, but since I am looking straight ahead, like you should in an elevator, he doesn’t notice I see him looking at me. He is staring at me for 2 floors, so I turn my head to look at him. Then he opens his mouth…
He said “I haven’t seen an argyle sweater in 20 years.” So I told him I was bringing to look back. You know just making light of the comment because I had no clue where he was going with it. Then he said “Did you have that stored away and brought it out?” I was shocked!!! The doors opened and he walked out. I had no chance to say anything to him.
First of all, my shit does not look old. It is practically brand new and if you know me I DO NOT wear shitty clothes. Secondly, if this guy would get his cheap ass out of Old Navy and into a designer’s store he would see that argyle, how timeless it maybe, is the comeback print that is on clothing and has been on the runways for many years. This “sweater” cost more than his entire outfit, that fucker!
Why can’t people just learn to shut the fuck up on elevators and watch the floor numbers change like the rest of us. No one wants to hear anyone else’s conversations nor do we want to start up a conversation with anyone. And while I am at it; for those of you who like to bathe in your cologne, take the fucking stairs. You smell!
Peace,
DeMo
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
U Hear It 1st
To hear Madonna's new song Hung up, visit MADONNA.com . They have updated the site with a new look and lots of new features. Check it out!
To hear Madonna's new song Hung up, visit MADONNA.com . They have updated the site with a new look and lots of new features. Check it out!
Monday, October 17, 2005
Hung Up And Out
Hung Up And Out
Today Madonna’s Hung Up aired on public radio for the first time. Ryan Seacrest interviewed Madonna, but since he liked to hear himself talk, that is all we got; 10 mins of him talking and about 5 mins of Madonna.
The song did play and it was great! I, however, heard it on MX on Sunday. So this was my encore presentation. Madonna did say she has a confession line for you to call; 1-888-2CONFES. Call it up and tell her all your dark and dirty secrets. Who knows where the recording might end up…Playing on tour???
Peace,
DeMo
Today Madonna’s Hung Up aired on public radio for the first time. Ryan Seacrest interviewed Madonna, but since he liked to hear himself talk, that is all we got; 10 mins of him talking and about 5 mins of Madonna.
The song did play and it was great! I, however, heard it on MX on Sunday. So this was my encore presentation. Madonna did say she has a confession line for you to call; 1-888-2CONFES. Call it up and tell her all your dark and dirty secrets. Who knows where the recording might end up…Playing on tour???
Peace,
DeMo
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Toke It Up
I was talking to my mom yesterday and she said she and my dad went to Junkman’s Daughter in Little Five Points. That’s an area in Atlanta that has a unique feel to it. Where punk, trendy and Rastafarian motifs all come together. This shop is a huge building that has just about everything you can imagine under one roof. You can buy Doc Martin’s, sex toys, costumes for any occasion, vintage clothes, and specialty items for habits that are...hmmm…how to put it…illegal.
Which brings me to my story of the day. My folks walk to the back room where
the black light glows and the posters on the wall are of Bob Marley and mushrooms with faces. On the shelves are pipes, bongs, and hookahs that are all hand blown from multi colored class. They are each on their own a work of art, but together a room of pot smokers dreams.
My mom is a lady of the moment and knew what the articles where and knew how to use them. My dad on the other hand stepped off the turnip truck and began to ask questions. Now, I have to interject; If you do not know my dad this is will not be as
funny, but if you do know my dad, you’re going to piss yourself because I know you can picture him doing this.
So the folks are standing in a room of bongs and my dad asks the girl behind the counter “What are these used for, smoking tobacco?” She just looks at him and shrugs her shoulders. My mom smiles at her. Then he asks her “How do you smoke tobacco in one of these things?” Once again she shrugs her shoulders. My mom is beginning to laugh. My dad is now holding a 3 foot bong and turning it around as to exam it and really try to understand the workings of the newfangled tobacco smoking device.
At this point, my dad has cause so much commotion two more guys that work there come into the room and begin to educate my dad on the world of
“tobacco” smoking. They point out the water bongs and that just blows his mind. He asks, “You smoke that though the water, how does that work?” The guys explain the process and he still proceeds to ask the girl behind the counter, “Do you smoke tobacco using this water pipe?” She looks at my mom and my mom says, “You can tell him he has no clue.” She tells him she does and it is better than a regular pipe.
I still don’t think my dad gets it because now he asks the question that would get most people shot. “Where do you buy tobacco for these pipes?” The guys look at him and I guess they figure his is not a cop and tell him you can get it at any street corner around here. So of course my dad doesn’t let it go and asks, “what kind do you use?” One of the guys tells
him it is an exotic tobacco and they all laugh; the lady behind the counter, the guys, my mom, everyone, but my dad. As they are all enjoying their laugh my mom tells them thank you and starts to leave. As they are walking out, one of the guys says to my dad if he wants to try a pipe out to let him know. The tobacco will be on him.
You just gotta love Little Five Points! If you’re ever in Atlanta it is a must see place on your agenda.
Peace,
DeMo
I was talking to my mom yesterday and she said she and my dad went to Junkman’s Daughter in Little Five Points. That’s an area in Atlanta that has a unique feel to it. Where punk, trendy and Rastafarian motifs all come together. This shop is a huge building that has just about everything you can imagine under one roof. You can buy Doc Martin’s, sex toys, costumes for any occasion, vintage clothes, and specialty items for habits that are...hmmm…how to put it…illegal.
Which brings me to my story of the day. My folks walk to the back room where
the black light glows and the posters on the wall are of Bob Marley and mushrooms with faces. On the shelves are pipes, bongs, and hookahs that are all hand blown from multi colored class. They are each on their own a work of art, but together a room of pot smokers dreams.My mom is a lady of the moment and knew what the articles where and knew how to use them. My dad on the other hand stepped off the turnip truck and began to ask questions. Now, I have to interject; If you do not know my dad this is will not be as
funny, but if you do know my dad, you’re going to piss yourself because I know you can picture him doing this.So the folks are standing in a room of bongs and my dad asks the girl behind the counter “What are these used for, smoking tobacco?” She just looks at him and shrugs her shoulders. My mom smiles at her. Then he asks her “How do you smoke tobacco in one of these things?” Once again she shrugs her shoulders. My mom is beginning to laugh. My dad is now holding a 3 foot bong and turning it around as to exam it and really try to understand the workings of the newfangled tobacco smoking device.
At this point, my dad has cause so much commotion two more guys that work there come into the room and begin to educate my dad on the world of
“tobacco” smoking. They point out the water bongs and that just blows his mind. He asks, “You smoke that though the water, how does that work?” The guys explain the process and he still proceeds to ask the girl behind the counter, “Do you smoke tobacco using this water pipe?” She looks at my mom and my mom says, “You can tell him he has no clue.” She tells him she does and it is better than a regular pipe.I still don’t think my dad gets it because now he asks the question that would get most people shot. “Where do you buy tobacco for these pipes?” The guys look at him and I guess they figure his is not a cop and tell him you can get it at any street corner around here. So of course my dad doesn’t let it go and asks, “what kind do you use?” One of the guys tells
him it is an exotic tobacco and they all laugh; the lady behind the counter, the guys, my mom, everyone, but my dad. As they are all enjoying their laugh my mom tells them thank you and starts to leave. As they are walking out, one of the guys says to my dad if he wants to try a pipe out to let him know. The tobacco will be on him.You just gotta love Little Five Points! If you’re ever in Atlanta it is a must see place on your agenda.
Peace,
DeMo
Friday, October 14, 2005
For You
It has been said my Blog has been getting a wee bit too focused on Madonna lately. Well I guess your right…but….can you blame me!?!?! So here is a topic I will address; cheating. Everyone seems to do it, so why is it a surprise when the other finds out?
No matter who you are, you can’t tell me you have never thought about being with another person. Whether it has been something as little as damn he/she looks fine, or I wish I could be with that person, we have all wanted what we do not have. It is human nature. So why do people act so surprised when the other comes clean and says they are not happy with the relationship and wants out. You know everyone in that relationship knew there were problems, but no one wanted to address their unhappiness until it was too late.
There have been debates on what is cheating, is it the act of actual sex, or is there such thing as emotional cheating. Where a guy or girl can build a friendship towards another and the relationship can grow stronger than the committed relationship. Is that cheating or just becoming friends? Are you allowed to become good friends with someone when you are in a relationship? Is your other supposed to be your only best friend?
If that is the case, then anyone who is in a committed relationship and has a strong friendship with someone of the opposite sex could be deemed cheating on their spouse. Is that right? I don’t think so, but since I am single I get the benefit of having lots of strong friendship with lots of people of the opposite sex.
I have been through girlfriends who have cheated on me and I guess at some point I knew there was a problem with our relationship, so when we had the talk it wasn’t a huge surprise when they told me they cheated. Don’t get me wrong I was pissed, but I wasn’t surprised. Cheating is cheating, what ever you think it is. No one is going to define it for you. If you think talking to the other sex is cheating then that is your definition, no matter how stupid it may be. But I will say, when body fluid is swapped that is usually a good indicator of cheating.
Peace,
DeMo
It has been said my Blog has been getting a wee bit too focused on Madonna lately. Well I guess your right…but….can you blame me!?!?! So here is a topic I will address; cheating. Everyone seems to do it, so why is it a surprise when the other finds out?
No matter who you are, you can’t tell me you have never thought about being with another person. Whether it has been something as little as damn he/she looks fine, or I wish I could be with that person, we have all wanted what we do not have. It is human nature. So why do people act so surprised when the other comes clean and says they are not happy with the relationship and wants out. You know everyone in that relationship knew there were problems, but no one wanted to address their unhappiness until it was too late.There have been debates on what is cheating, is it the act of actual sex, or is there such thing as emotional cheating. Where a guy or girl can build a friendship towards another and the relationship can grow stronger than the committed relationship. Is that cheating or just becoming friends? Are you allowed to become good friends with someone when you are in a relationship? Is your other supposed to be your only best friend?
If that is the case, then anyone who is in a committed relationship and has a strong friendship with someone of the opposite sex could be deemed cheating on their spouse. Is that right? I don’t think so, but since I am single I get the benefit of having lots of strong friendship with lots of people of the opposite sex.
I have been through girlfriends who have cheated on me and I guess at some point I knew there was a problem with our relationship, so when we had the talk it wasn’t a huge surprise when they told me they cheated. Don’t get me wrong I was pissed, but I wasn’t surprised. Cheating is cheating, what ever you think it is. No one is going to define it for you. If you think talking to the other sex is cheating then that is your definition, no matter how stupid it may be. But I will say, when body fluid is swapped that is usually a good indicator of cheating.
Peace,
DeMo
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Madonna-Mania
Today, Madonna has her new contest with Motorola and you can win not only her stuff, but one of
Motorola’s new MP3 phones. Way cool! In addition to Madonna’s site holding a contest, MTV is having one as well. They are in possession of tickets to screen her new documentary "I'm Going To Tell You A Secret." It’s like Willy Wonka and his golden ticket, but without that fat kid, oh wait…without that girl who chews the gum.
Here are some important things to know for the upcoming weeks:
-Listen to your favorite radio station to hear "Hung Up", the first single off Madonna's upcoming new album, starting 10/17 (around noonish)
- Go to MTV's Overdrive on 10/19 to catch a 10 minute preview of Madonna's documentary
- Tune in to MTV at 10pm on Friday, 10/21 for the world broadcast premiere of Madonna’s documentary, "I'm Going To Tell You A Secret"
- No surprise that Madonna may be giving her fans a special treat while promoting her new album, Confessions on a Dance Floor. Buzz is she's going to perform at New York City's Roxy on 10/22. And she's enlisted her wedding party deejay, Tracy Young, to remix her first single, "Hung Up."
- Tune in to MTV2 at 3pm on Thursday, 11/3 to catch Madonna performing "Hung Up", the first single off her new album, for the first time live at the MTV Europe Music Awards in Lisbon, Portugal.
- Listen to Madonna's new album, "Confessions On A Dance Floor" a week before it hits stores on The Leak on MTV.com, starting 11/7 as part of Spankin' New Music Week.
That’s all for now, but I’ll keep you posted,
DeMo
Today, Madonna has her new contest with Motorola and you can win not only her stuff, but one of
Motorola’s new MP3 phones. Way cool! In addition to Madonna’s site holding a contest, MTV is having one as well. They are in possession of tickets to screen her new documentary "I'm Going To Tell You A Secret." It’s like Willy Wonka and his golden ticket, but without that fat kid, oh wait…without that girl who chews the gum.Here are some important things to know for the upcoming weeks:
-Listen to your favorite radio station to hear "Hung Up", the first single off Madonna's upcoming new album, starting 10/17 (around noonish)
- Go to MTV's Overdrive on 10/19 to catch a 10 minute preview of Madonna's documentary
- Tune in to MTV at 10pm on Friday, 10/21 for the world broadcast premiere of Madonna’s documentary, "I'm Going To Tell You A Secret"
- No surprise that Madonna may be giving her fans a special treat while promoting her new album, Confessions on a Dance Floor. Buzz is she's going to perform at New York City's Roxy on 10/22. And she's enlisted her wedding party deejay, Tracy Young, to remix her first single, "Hung Up."
- Tune in to MTV2 at 3pm on Thursday, 11/3 to catch Madonna performing "Hung Up", the first single off her new album, for the first time live at the MTV Europe Music Awards in Lisbon, Portugal.
- Listen to Madonna's new album, "Confessions On A Dance Floor" a week before it hits stores on The Leak on MTV.com, starting 11/7 as part of Spankin' New Music Week.
That’s all for now, but I’ll keep you posted,
DeMo
A Quickie
Hello,
Well I worked long and hard today, and then had to go to therapy. That's physical therapy and boy did they kill me today. I swear it seems like they come up with more and more things to make me scream. But it is all supposed to make me better, yeah right.
As you know it is Tuesday night and that means nip / tuck, and hot damn was it good! I wont spoil anything, but next week is one you're not going to want to miss. They are going to arrest the carver, and you're not going to guess who they think it is!!!! Oh, I can't wait...but I will.
So that is about it for now. Still pissed about the Braves not winning, so I am not watching baseball and as long as the Astros are in it I am rooting for the other team, no matter who it is. Those fucking ASStros!
Peace,
DeMo
Hello,
Well I worked long and hard today, and then had to go to therapy. That's physical therapy and boy did they kill me today. I swear it seems like they come up with more and more things to make me scream. But it is all supposed to make me better, yeah right.
As you know it is Tuesday night and that means nip / tuck, and hot damn was it good! I wont spoil anything, but next week is one you're not going to want to miss. They are going to arrest the carver, and you're not going to guess who they think it is!!!! Oh, I can't wait...but I will.
So that is about it for now. Still pissed about the Braves not winning, so I am not watching baseball and as long as the Astros are in it I am rooting for the other team, no matter who it is. Those fucking ASStros!
Peace,
DeMo
Monday, October 10, 2005
The Starts Are Out In Atlanta
My buddy Trey was out with his wife this weekend and ran into LL Cool J and Jermaine in midtown (Atlanta).
Like always, Trey had his trusty camera and took a picture of the famous duo. LL and Dupri struck a pose and with a click I bring you Trey’s master piece. Check out the bling around LL’s wrist. That probably cost more than I make in a year, make that 5 years. Good work Trey for the excellent shot and not getting beat up by there posse while taking their photo.
My buddy Trey was out with his wife this weekend and ran into LL Cool J and Jermaine in midtown (Atlanta).
Like always, Trey had his trusty camera and took a picture of the famous duo. LL and Dupri struck a pose and with a click I bring you Trey’s master piece. Check out the bling around LL’s wrist. That probably cost more than I make in a year, make that 5 years. Good work Trey for the excellent shot and not getting beat up by there posse while taking their photo.
Weekend Update
Like I said earlier, I was heading to a party on Friday night, then a friend was visiting on Saturday and then I had a fraternity thing to go to on Sunday....in brief here was my weekend.
Friday night: Met up with my friends and we headed out to Tabaq for dinner and then to a bar for the birthday party. I already told you about this, so I'll move on.
Saturday night: In a good mood cause GA won! Met up with my friend from Atlanta and we headed out to George Town to walk around there. The rain was a little drizzle by this time, so strolling up and down the streets wasn't so bad. Then we went to a Thai place for dinner. I have a spicy basil with chicken dish and OMG did it set my mouth a flame! I thought I was going to die. I ended up pulling out 12 chilies from my dish that the chief must had slipped in there. I know my server was laughing at me because every time he came to fill my glass with water, bout every 3 minutes, I had tears in my eyes. After dinner, I drove my friend to the metro, so he could go back to his hotel and I headed home. It was good to him and I was pleased with our night.
Sunday night: I went the University of Maryland, Baltimore County's (UMBC) chapter of Pi Kappa Phi because I am their new chapter advisor. I met with executive council and then with the entire chapter. They seem to be a great group of young men and as a chapter doing extremely well. I am glad I do not have too much disciplinary work there. They do not seem to be a wild group of guys, but they do know how to have fun. I wish more chapters could be like them!
So in a nut shell that was my weekend. Nothing too out there, but enough stuff to keep me going. And to think all that and I was still able to watch my GA teams win and loose respectively. Have a good one and until next time...
Peace,
DeMo
Like I said earlier, I was heading to a party on Friday night, then a friend was visiting on Saturday and then I had a fraternity thing to go to on Sunday....in brief here was my weekend.
Friday night: Met up with my friends and we headed out to Tabaq for dinner and then to a bar for the birthday party. I already told you about this, so I'll move on.
Saturday night: In a good mood cause GA won! Met up with my friend from Atlanta and we headed out to George Town to walk around there. The rain was a little drizzle by this time, so strolling up and down the streets wasn't so bad. Then we went to a Thai place for dinner. I have a spicy basil with chicken dish and OMG did it set my mouth a flame! I thought I was going to die. I ended up pulling out 12 chilies from my dish that the chief must had slipped in there. I know my server was laughing at me because every time he came to fill my glass with water, bout every 3 minutes, I had tears in my eyes. After dinner, I drove my friend to the metro, so he could go back to his hotel and I headed home. It was good to him and I was pleased with our night.
Sunday night: I went the University of Maryland, Baltimore County's (UMBC) chapter of Pi Kappa Phi because I am their new chapter advisor. I met with executive council and then with the entire chapter. They seem to be a great group of young men and as a chapter doing extremely well. I am glad I do not have too much disciplinary work there. They do not seem to be a wild group of guys, but they do know how to have fun. I wish more chapters could be like them!
So in a nut shell that was my weekend. Nothing too out there, but enough stuff to keep me going. And to think all that and I was still able to watch my GA teams win and loose respectively. Have a good one and until next time...
Peace,
DeMo
Going Out With A Bang
OK, so maybe the experts DO know they are talking about, but I bet they never thought it would come down to a record 18 innings to decide the NLCS. Granted the Astos won, but the
Braves put up a fight that was worthy of any team. That game was the reason my Bravos made it to the playoffs. It just sucks they couldn’t finish it off. But coming from Atlanta and pulling for the Braves my entire life, I am used to seeing them loosing at the end. All and all I am proud of those guys and think they did a hell of a job!
Speaking of a hell of a job, did you see the UGA game….GO DAWGS! They kicked some Tennessee ass on Saturday. That puts my dogs at 5-0 and 3-0 for the SEC. They are currently ranked 5th and I am sure will keep rising. Here is Georgia’s upcoming schedule so you don’t have to miss a game:
10/15 @ Vanderbilt 2pm
10/22 Arkansas
10/29 @ Floria#11 3:30pm
11/12 Auburn #21
11/19 Kentucky
11/26 @ GT (Scotty this one is for you)
Peace,
DeMo
OK, so maybe the experts DO know they are talking about, but I bet they never thought it would come down to a record 18 innings to decide the NLCS. Granted the Astos won, but the
Braves put up a fight that was worthy of any team. That game was the reason my Bravos made it to the playoffs. It just sucks they couldn’t finish it off. But coming from Atlanta and pulling for the Braves my entire life, I am used to seeing them loosing at the end. All and all I am proud of those guys and think they did a hell of a job!Speaking of a hell of a job, did you see the UGA game….GO DAWGS! They kicked some Tennessee ass on Saturday. That puts my dogs at 5-0 and 3-0 for the SEC. They are currently ranked 5th and I am sure will keep rising. Here is Georgia’s upcoming schedule so you don’t have to miss a game:
10/15 @ Vanderbilt 2pm
10/22 Arkansas
10/29 @ Floria#11 3:30pm
11/12 Auburn #21
11/19 Kentucky
11/26 @ GT (Scotty this one is for you)
Peace,
DeMo
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