Your somewhat daily dose of Shoo.
So, I was away in Chicago this past weekend. Trying to take my mind off of few things, relax, chill out with the Stern-O-nator. I come back and I am more stressed than when I left on Friday.
And, I am not blogging why I am stressed, cause it will just remind me every time why I am stressed.
Update: Not stressed anymore.
Talked with K on the phone yesterday at lunch. He is in good spirits but looks like he is going to have to have another surgery. If you didn’t know, he went into the hospital for pancreatitis. From what I’ve read about disorder, his pancreas is inflamed because gall stones have blocked a passage in his pancreas. He has not had anything to eat since Sunday in order to give time to let his pancreas heal. But in a few weeks will have to return to have his gallbladder taken out.
I am going to head up to the hospital tonight to see him. He said that he would be in the hospital till Friday.
Wintergreen has made a music video featuring the saga of the forgotten Atari E.T. game cartridges.
I’ve seen quite a few remakes of the Lazy Sunday short, but this is the best!
It’s about 1:45pm, and I have only been up an moving for an hour. It’s great. Ahh…so nice.
Let’s see what I got to do today:
A. Take out trash. (Had some people over. Leftover pizza boxes)
2. Laundry. Fold, fold, fold. (I’ve got a closet and dresser for a reason)
C. Time to workout tubby. (GTG, you are not winning so easy)
IV. Roommate is useless for blogging. He is snoring in the background. Note: It’s 1:46pm.
Cinco. Drycleaners. (Look fresh-to-death)
Zeta. Nap. (Beauty akways needs it’s rest)
3+4. Do some work on the website. (GTG is arguing that her link should be on the top of the linkage)
A good piece, is always a work in progress. Example: This blog.
Okay, I am not exactly talking about a literary piece, or an art sculpture, or a scientific find… but I’ve got little icon “guys” that display next to your comments. They’re not actually called “icon guys” but technically speaking they are gravatars, aka Globally Recognized Avatars. You can signup from them at http://www.gravatar.com. It will take about a week before they start working. Part of the reason why I haven’t mentioned it before.
How does it work?
You go to gravatar.com, give them your email address and upload an avatar (image). Any site or blog that you comment on that is gravatar enabled will display your gravatar to your corresponding email address.
Why not just upload images for everyone to use?
A. I am lazy.
B. You can find your own.
Will this make me look slimmer?
Yes.
Will K stop shamelessly plugging his blog?
All answers point to no.
You got anymore tricks up your sleeve for gotshoo.com?
Quite possibly.
I’ve got to bust out GTG on this one. She has made it apparent on her blog and this blog that she is trying quit soda cold turkey. This is part of her scheme into beating in our “Who can lose 10lbs first bet?” It’s all in good fun, and we both agree that losing a few lbs wouldn’t hurt us.
Well, that’s not the half of it. You people, (huge grammar error 
) don’t get the emails or the phone calls.
Here is an excerpt from the email titled “i would kill right now…”
i want a pepsi. just a sip. i seriously feel like a crack addict right
now. i had to leave the office today during lunch and eat in my room
because one of the other teachers was drinking a coke.
I replied:
You know, you can do a gradual withdraw. Don’t kill anyone.
She assures me:
gradual doesn’t work for me. i just gotta stop, or i’ll draw it
out….never quit.
i’ve got an easy day today, so i’m pretty sure no one will die.
So if you see the GTG on the street be warned.
Update: This is going to cost me a lot of popcorn.
As a teenager, I would always stay up real late. Either watching TV, geeking it out, or talking to hot babes on the Internet. Anytime I would hear movement upstairs I’d have to turn down volume on the TV and turn out some lights to make it look like no one was up or I’d get yelled at to go to bed… Something about not waking up till the afternoon the next day.
It’s 1:45am.
Time for bed.
More construction… Excuse me for the pot-holes.
I was thrown back into the halls of geeks, dweebs, stoners, jocks, and pretty girls this evening. This evening, Miss H. (excuse me), Sarah took me out swing dancing at GHS! The choir club was hosting a fundraiser where we got to have a few lessons and then boogy down with our new moves to a live jazz band.
I was a little intimidated walking through the halls of an institution that I had rightfully passed 7 years ago. The faces all looked the same as I remembered high school. Shy and akward shaped kids. Kids rupturing at the seams with creativity wearing out of date out of fashion fashionable threads. (yes, a tangent.)
Anyway, we learned a few new steps and danced with quite a few people. Everytime we would learn something new the instructor would move to the next partner. I danced with a lot of women. Okay, not necessarily women but the ages stretched from jr. high to retired seniors (the old ones, not the high schoolers) I impressed them all with my moves!! 
The older lady that had I danced with, who was actually a pro, gave me a pat on the butt and told me “Not to forget the ‘one’ move” in front of Sarah. True story.
As Sarah and I were getting ready to leave one of her former students came up to her with arms wide open, “MISS H!” Befuddled, I turned around to look for who she was talking. Obviously it was my girlfriend whom has many aliases such as GTG. It weirded me out seeing Sarah recognized as an authoritative “adult” title. Hell, most everyone still calls me “Shoo.”
My feet feel like they have been trampled!? It was fun going back though, just for a brief night. I even got to doodle a little bit on Miss H’s white board (See above).
Come back warm weather!?!? Uploaded some pictures from Washington Park that I took in 2002. Makes you remember what warm weather used to look like.
We’ve all been hearing about K and his fabulous ad. I finally got a copy!!
Clicking the image will take you to a PDF of the AD.
Thanks Susan!
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