Every once in a while, it's nice to be reminded that there are people significantly weirder than I am.

I went to lunch with my high-school girlfriend yesterday. We hadn't seen one another in nearly nine years. She's married now, and has a one-year-old son. He was cute and adorable.

He also walked for the first time, right in front of me, in the restaurant.

It was really pretty cool.

My brother maintains that Kofi Annan sounds like the name of a Brazilian soccer player.

"They've got Kaka and Cafu, why not a Kofi?"

We're quite similar, except my grammar is better. I would never say, "they've got."

You know what I want?

I want an icon that says, "These Words are LIES!," and has an arrow pointing to the right (where my text would go).

That would be cool.

*wishes really hard*

And, yes, there is another State of the HJ Address today.

First and foremost on the list of things I am supposed to talk about here today is this: I am no longer getting married. This was a mutual decision and all is well, blah blah relationship drama-cakes blah. We're still living together, but she is now a tennant rather than a mindless slave to ( Read more... )

So, the Best of the Best is going on over at The Lie to Me Awards. They take previous winners and put them all up against one another in one big ol' contest. Lots of fun ( Read more... )

Right now, I am about to clean the bathroom.

Why? Well, because we have a kittycat22 coming to visit this weekend, and Chez HJ-SparklePants is a high-class joint. We pick up the cat litter from the bathroom floor when guests come a-callin'. Yes, we do ( Read more... )

So, do you remember the other week when I wrote about Trivia NightWell, if you do (or if you just read that link), you'll remember that I promised a photo of the ridiculous, big, massive mural of Dale Earnhardt, Jr., winning a race while his father is in a cloud watching, big mustache and all. Well, I forgot my good camera last week, but I do have ( Read more... )

I sent Anybody Want a Peanut? by theferrett to my fiancee as a sort of primer for my brain when I weed the garden or stare at a closet for sixty seconds straight or something like that.

I really hate just talking about myself here on LJ. I mean, I like to tell humorous little anecdotes and things of that sort. That's fun. But just talking about what I'm doing and things I'm planning? I feel self-conscious. Like I'm delving into some sort of untapped realm of narcissism that will bore everyone to tears. So, in some Hurculean feat ( Read more... )