Aimee Pt. 2.

It's somewhat perplexing, but there are more people than rooms in my house at the moment. How did that happen? LOL. But though it can get a little chaotic at times, it's working a lot better than I figured it would. And my mom has been happier since she's been here and that, for me, is a lovely thing. I hated seeing all the stress she was carrying around before, it's still there, but it's better.

It was cute, she was trying to explain to Cameron earlier tonight that my birthday is on Friday so he should try and do special things (like, ah, behave) for me this week, but he was mad with me so he wasn't feeling that idea. Little monster.

And my God, I hurt something fierce tonight! We had to skip our workouts last week because Curves had no air conditioning and it was about 100 degrees in there and tonight was our first night back, the lapse in workouts combined with my rock wall expedition yesterday have put a hurtin' on my arms. Ouch.

Work was absolutely miserable today! I think everybody and their brother (sister, mother father, aunt, uncle, cousin, niece, nephew, friend, friends friend, etc.) called with some kind of problem. And it's billing time. Blah. It was one of those days where I was counting the minutes until it was over. Tomorrow is payroll day, which is always one of the busier days, but I pray to the gods that it's not near as crazy as today.

My mom and I were supposed to go to the grocery store after dinner because she's out of cereal bars, orange juice and coke, but dinner ran late, then there was cleaning the table, putting away the food, the dishes, throwing in some laundry, Cameron's bath (etc.) and we never made it so I'm thinking breakfast is going to be interesting tomorrow--peanut butter toast and coffee is about all I have to offer unless she wants some of Cameron's kiddie cereal. Ah well, we'll get what she needs after work tomorrow and all will be back to normal on Wednesday.

And that's it. I do believe I'm going to take a shower and crawl into bed.

Night.

Aimee.

Aside from a most lovely phone conversation with my Angie Sunday morning and an impromptu trip to the skate park with Cameron and Drew in the evening, the rest of my weekend was utter shit. Really and truly.

Anyhow, I finally got up the nerve to climb one of those rock wall things yesterday (I did it twice) and though it was a bit harsh on my bare feet, I had a blast and I did this mock bungy jumping thing and that was badass, oh, and though it's been too many years to count, I somehow managed to do a 360 on Cameron's skateboard without falling off and busting my ass--Go Me! I won't be doing it again, of course, but it was comforting to know that I'm still somewhat coordinated.

And it's odd, but all of a sudden this awkward feeling of displacement has crept up on me. I dunno.

And that's all because as I said, the rest of the weekend was, for the most part, utter shit.

Aimee--This is SO not me...

Well, not all of it anyway. LOL. Anyhow, to clear up any misunderstandings, I've taken the liberty of bolding the parts that have some tiny bit of resemblance to myself.

Leo (July 23 - Aug. 22)

If we could put our pussy cat naked and jeweled in rubies on a dais in a museum--this would be their idea of heaven. Everyone admiring them: Hell, yeah! "WORSHIP ME!" is a Leos motto. If you fuck up just once with a Leo--That's IT. Don't be expecting them to take you back. They are not willing victims, after all, they CHOSE you and you screwed up? They can UN-Choose you just the same. They live for Menage a Trois...or Qua...or Cinco...anything in a group is okay as long as they are in the middle. Leos also like bubble baths. Once you start with a Leo do not think you can just turn their emotions on or off like a switch, they demand satisfaction. NOW. All the stress in the world ends up in the Leo neck, they need neck rubs, they feel like they have the entire weight of the world on their head. If it's kinky, a Leo has probably tried it (or entertains the thought of trying it)--you know Madonna's a LEO, right? She masters the Madonna/Whore/Goddess thing pretty well, huh? I wonder why? Could it be cause she's a LEO? Yep. Valmont was probably a Leo. They probably have the movie at home. Get out your furry gloves and faux mink whips for this kitten. They love soft floggers and there is a specific spot on their back right above their tailbone that is heaven to them and if touched right, it'll actually make them purr. You think I'm bullshitting you? Try it, I dare ya. Leo likes to be on top, that's a given. They need control. Their underwear is always, er, interesting to say the least. They LIVE for boudoir photography. They LOVE to be photographed. If you can afford to get a nude or semi nude photo of them, do it now. Leos are born and bred to be porn stars, even if they act prude about it, they have thought about it. They usually end up in vocations where they can be served like kings or queens (EX: 24/7 Dominatrix, Mistress,Gigalo, Bar owner, Promoter, Runway Model). They may also have a fetish about decorating their genitalia, not piercing, per se, but other jeweled adornments definitely. Rubies are usually their love. I knew one LEO with a solid silver Cockring embedded with rubies. They love to have their hair brushed and played with. You had better be vocal in bed with them, they want to hear how well they are doing. If a Leo has chosen YOU as a mate, just accept it and enjoy the ride. Be prepared for anything. They have no problem tying you down. They ARE the naughty school teacher, the pirate captain, the gypsy king and Cleopatra all rolled into one.

Aimee--Yummy Stuff.

My warehouse guy is wanting to buy his woman a frivilous, but yummy gift and seeing as my love of perfume is apparently no secret, he came to me inquiring which scents I feel are delectably sensual and downright nibble inducing on a woman. And since I can't clearly say as I've never found myself randomly sniffing various women, I had to go instead with my top five all-time favorites. And number one is my absolute favorite, it's what Christie calls my signature scent. Anyhow, on the off chance any of you happen to ever find yourself in a similar position or you're just looking for something yummy to pamper your skin with, I thought I'd share...

1. Chance by Chanel

2. Beyond Paradise by Estee Lauder

3. Heavenly by Victoria's Secret

4. Romance by Ralph Lauren

5. Beautiful Sheer by Estee Lauder

The blogger formerly known as Aimee (heh)...

Ah, it's officially Friday and that is a wonderful, wonderful thing!! And better still, it'll be an easy-going day on the work front too. Super-fantastic! And know what? I don't care what craziness tries to prevent me from doing so, I am going to sleep in on Saturday and that's that.

Anyhow, my mom has decided that she's taking me out to dinner to celebrate next Friday before she heads up to Okeechobee for the weekend and she's wanting me to pick a dinner spot I'd enjoy, which would normally be easy, but for some reason this time I'm having a bitch of a time figuring out where I want to go eat? Hmm. I'd really, really LOVE to go to "The Melting Pot", but that place is just so bloody expensive. I don't know, but I've got a week to figure it out. Maybe Little Havana, they're yummy. We'll see.

And I find it rather comical that American Greetings sent me a birthday reminder for myself, I'm wondering if they're thinking I should go ahead and send myself a card? Hmm. LOL.

I can't believe Cameron goes back to school in 2 weeks! Where did the summer go? Sigh. Time flies and I'm getting old. We went and bought his uniforms, backpack, lunch box and other supplies tonight because it's "tax free" week, but I still have to run out and pick up a couple things this weekend. Can you believe he'll be in the 1st grade? I can't. He's growing up entirely too fast for my liking!

Oh well, I suppose I should crawl off to bed so I don't wake up feeling cranky in the morning. I hope you all have a splendid Friday.

The post wherein...

Aimee renames herself "afterthought". Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?

Oh, don't mind me, I'm just feeling slightly aggrieved at the moment. It'll pass.

Aimee--Much ado about nothing...

Ugh, I woke up with the most vile headache this morning! And for some reason I'm feeling somewhat overtired, like I'm dragging a bit (blah), guess I didn't sleep quite as good as I thought I did. No fun.

Anyhow, my mom was back last night (she's going to be bunking in Camerons room Monday through Thursday for the next month or two) and since we discovered that Curves was closed because they're doing some roof repairs, we headed over to Walmart (one of my least favorite places in the world) so she could pick up a few things for her lunches this week and while we were there, I got myself a couple pairs of the cutest, most comfy panties I've had the pleasure of covering my ass with. Seriously, they are so frickin' cute and they had them in all kinds of wonderful colors--orange, mint green, lime green, red, teal, lavender and grey, brown and black with little white polka dots (I got the black with little white polka dots and lavender)! I wish I could find a picture, but alas, I can't! No matter, I absolutely adore them and I must get me some more!

Alrighty then, enough about my underwear--LOL.

So I came into work this morning and the Big Man cornered me...

He: "What's this shit I hear about you taking 10 days off?"

Me: "Six."

He: "What?"

Me: "Six."

He: "Six what?"

Me: "Days. Six days."

He: "Six, ten--whatever. What're you needin' with six days off?"

Me: "What I'm needin' is a vacation."

And so the Big Man spent the next 15 minutes explaining to me what he feels I absolutely "should" fit into my vacation itinerary. LOL. I positively adore that man. And though I doubt I'll do any of his absolute "shoulds", it was incredibly sweet of him to suggest them.

My warehouse guy just handed me this "Jazz: Strawberries & Cream Diet Pepsi" he got for me to try and it's a bit weird tasting, I'm kinda sorta thinking I don't really like it all that much. And since there's a whole 12 pack in there, I'm really hoping it'll grow on me.

My Cameron is heading up to Okeechobee in a little bit to spend the night with Christie and Sarah (he's been driving me batty about it for over a week cause he's been wanting to ride his ATV--can't say I blame him, that thing is kick ass) and I'm not really wanting him to go because he was away from me for so long when he went to High Springs, but since it's just for a short time, I gave in. I shall miss the little booger. My mom will probably enjoy it as she gets the bed all to herself for a night, no feet to the stomach or elbows to the ribs for her this night. LOL.

And that's it really, I haven't been doing much more than working and being lazy of late, so there's not too much to chat about. I hope you all are having a fantastic week thus far.

Aimee--Five Questions for Moi...

Brought to you from the recesses of Evan's rather creative mind. And, Evan, I forgive you...

And since I've vetoed any further question asking on my part, don't ask (pretty please). If you'd like to ask me questions, I'm game, I'll answer, but seeing as my mind can only take so much abuse, I don't think it'd be beneficial to my sanity (heh) to be asking any more myself.


1. Your blog is called the Twisted Minds of Aimee and Angie but as I read through it, your mind doesn't really seem overly twisted to me (which is meant to be a compliment), nor does Angie's (though she does post much less frequently). So I would like to know why the two of you chose that name for your blog?

Why? Hmm. You know, I’m not really sure honestly. BUT when Angie and I started this blog we were just coming out of a bunch of bullshit drama that started on another site and on more than one occasion, one of the bitches involved (the one who started the whole ridiculous mess actually) made some snarky comments about my/our mental state (which is ironic seeing as she was fruitier than a damn fruitcake), so in a subtle way, I suppose the title was our way of telling her to piss off.

2. One thing I've noticed you don't blog very much about is religion. What are your personal religious beliefs and are they the same as those you were raised with or have they developed separately from the rest of your family?

I don’t really much blog about politics either, but in case you’re curious, I’m a democrat, who leans a tad more towards the liberal side most times. LOL. As to my religious beliefs, honestly, I’m actually somewhat ambivalent towards religion. I suppose I’m more of the “live and let live” type. That‘s not to say that I don‘t believe in God, I do, but I do not believe as most religious folks do, that you have to conform and live your life in accordance with what the bible dictates. The fact that I do not find myself sitting in a house of worship every Sunday morning (or Saturday night, depending on which religion it is you practice) or that my bible hasn’t been opened in longer than I can remember or that I don’t say my prayers with any regularity or that I do not condemn those who live their lives alternatively or by a different set of standards than what the bible purports does not mean that I‘m walking the road to perdition. Are these beliefs the same as those I was raised with? No, not nearly. I was raised as a Christian (my mother still practices Christianity, but my sister has recently converted to Catholicism) and I spent most of my younger years up on into my teens involved in one way or another with my church, I was in Sunday School bright and early every week, I was in the church choir and in church plays, so on and so forth, but somewhere along the line I separated myself from that or rather became my own person and went my own way. My lack of devotion to my religion agitates my mother, especially the fact that, according to her, I am not teaching Cameron to embrace religion by not taking him to church on a regular basis, but since she loves me and I will not change who I am or how I feel to please anyone, she has to accept that I am what I am and what I am is and probably never will be an overly religious person.

3. One of the clearest things about you is your total devotion to your son. You're a great mother, but are also on record as not planning to have another ever. What led to your decision to not have another child?

Thank you, sweets--I do love my Cameron ridiculously, he is my life. But the decision not to have another child was very hard for me because for a long time after Cameron was born, I quite desperately wanted to have another child, more than I could possibly express, but between the high risks to myself and my child during pregnancy due to my illness (which is actually a small factor) and Drew’s adamant and unswayable stance about not having another child, it was eventually decided that Cameron would be our only.

4. What exactly is your job? As much as you can legally say if there are non disclosure agreements involved.

Nope, no non-disclosure agreements involved. My job is that of an Administrative Assistant, which sort of sometimes translates to a glorified secretary (LOL). I work for a commercial irrigation contractor and my responsibilities are wide and varied, let’s see… the phones, dispatch, work orders, proposals, locations, payroll taxes, entering and marking paid supplier invoices, vouchers for monthly billing, time cards, gathering employee (new and old) info, disciplinary warnings, workers comp claims, health insurance apps (etc), stocking office supplies, copying, faxing, filing, shipping… I’m sure there are things I’m missing, but that’s the gist.

5. I'm a massive movie snob and the answer to this might be the most important answer you can give. What is your all time favorite movie and why?

Movie snob, you? LOL. Am I allowed to say “Grease” or will that get me in trouble? I’m just joking, though I actually really do love “Grease”. I’m not near the movie snob your are, sweets, but if I have to pick an all time favorite (which is far harder than it sounds), I’m going to have to go with “The Shawshank Redemption”. Why? Because it was engrossing and powerful and moving and inspirational. If you allow yourself to become engaged in this movie, to connect with the plot and the characters, it will touch emotions within yourself that you’d probably rather not have touched and take you to places that you’d more than likely rather not go, but can’t help but be entranced by them--it certainly leaves its mark or at least for me it did. I’ve watched this movie a million times and I could watch it a million more without growing tired of it. I’m also rather enamored with “The Green Mile”, “Forrest Gump”, “Pump Up the Volume”, “Gleaming the Cube”, “The Goonies” and “A Few Good Men” to name some of my favorites…

Aimee.

So, I'm driving home from work yesterday, just minding my own business, doing my own thing, so on and so forth when this spiffy little Mazda changes lanes and ends up in front of me, cute car, I liked it, but the back was littered with bumper sticker and for reasons that elude me, it annoys me when people do that. One--okay, two--well, if you must, but after that it just starts looking cluttered and obnoxious.

Anyway, Mr. Mazda was sporting a good majority of them, but the three he had in a row on the top of the back bumper caught my attention and I had to shake my head in pity at the poor misguided fellow. To the left he was proudly displaying his, "Bush/Cheney '04" bumper sticker, the middle, of course, was reserved for his brash, "Proud to be a Republican" bumper sticker and off to the right was his ever so lovely, "Jesus is the reason for the Season" bumper sticker.

Really, all I have to says is, ignorance must really be bliss.

And that's all, it's been a busy and uneventful week, but I do so hope you all are having a lovely one.

Aimee -- TGIF! For sure.

Good Morning! And I'm in such an odd little mood this morning too. Let’s see, I’m one part irritated, one part giddy, two parts snappy and four parts tired--wonder what’ll happen once I’m shaken and stirred? Hmm. Speaking of mixed drinks (even though we weren’t really), I spied some Midori when I was rifling through the cabinets the other day, now if I just had some sweet ‘n sour mix and a few maraschino cherries, I’d be good to go. And if my fat ass weren’t on a bloody diet, I’d for sure go out and get me some. Sigh.

Well, last night my Cameron and I got into our first argument since he’s been home. Blah. And it never would’ve happened if he hadn’t have been so mouthy and I’d have felt a little less like road kill. At one point, he turned around and went storming out of my room so I yelled (yes, dammit, I yelled), “Uh uh, where do you think you’re going? Turn your behind right back around and get in here now.” To which he replied, “Why? You don’t even like me.” SIGH. Doesn’t the little brat understand that I love him with every ounce of my being? Apparently not, but we’re all cool now. There are no more mad feelings towards each other and lots of hugs, kisses and I love you’s were exchanged.

Oh, oh, oh did I tell you that he learned to ride a bike while he was gone? I’m so incredibly proud of him! Drew tried numerous times to teach him, but they always just ended up mad with each other because Drew sometimes lacks the patience necessary to deal with Cameron’s fear of falling, etc. But I guess Otto (Drew’s dad) took him out with Thomas’ (Cameron’s cousin) bike one afternoon and taught him to ride. It’s an awesome thing and he’s so happy because now the neighborhood kids can’t make fun of him anymore because he doesn’t know how to ride a bike. And as much as I loathe them, he’s gotten pretty damn good on those awful heely’s too.

Anyway, I just found out that someone (I won’t say who, but if you think about it for a minute, you’ll probably figure it out) has been popping off at the mouth behind my back about how some of my “decisions” in the last year or so are disgusting and sinful and blah, blah, blah. Well, personally, I don’t give a rats fucking ass about what they think of my “decisions”, this is my life and as long as I’m not harming those whom I love (which I’m not), I will live it however I see fit and if how I choose to live my life and the decisions I’ve made make me disgusting or sinful (so on and so forth) in their eyes that’s too bad, I just can’t find it in me to care, especially considering the mess they’ve made of their own life. I am so tempted to spout off a bit of that religious scripture they’re always pushing off onto everyone else […Judge not, that ye be not judged (Matthew 7:1)…], I can quote scripture with the best of them and personally, if you’re going to go around quoting passages from the bible, you might want to make sure you live a life consistent with what it is you’re preaching, yes? Otherwise you just end up looking like a hypocrite. And lacing scripture with profanity in the same paragraph is more than likely blasphemous, but I never professed to be religiously correct, did I? No, I did not.

Anyhow, with all that said, I’m more than bit perturbed about “who” they’ve been popping off at the mouth to. And I know exactly “why” they're doing it, but it’s just so unnecessary, it really is. Does making me look bad really make them look any better? No, it doesn’t. I swear, I don’t understand this sick twisted need some people have for personal validation. To me, that is disgusting and may I say, sinful.

Alrighty then, now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I do believe I’ll end this by wishing everyone a happy and safe weekend.

And finally...

My Cameron is home.

And look, he has teeth, he didn't have those when he left, just two cute little empty spaces where his teeth should be. And he's gotten taller. And I just now noticed, but he has my round chubby face and it's actually cute on him--me, not so much.

Sigh.

I am so happy I could cry, which is kind of like an oxymoron, but damned if I care, my baby is home and I'm feeling completely complete again. Gods, I missed that kid.

P.S. My services as a juror are done for at least the next 12 months--YAY!

Aimee's Entry.

I am extremely tired today, more than a bit cranky and I miss my Cameron so much it's making me mopey. Blah!



He was supposed to come home today, you know? But as is typical when he visits his grandparents in High Springs, that isn't going to happen. I called earlier to find out when they'd be arriving and was told that due to "unforseen circumstances", Cameron won't be coming home until sometime in the wee hours of the morning on Tuesday or sometime early Tuesday evening--this depends on when they actually hit the road, Monday night or Tuesday afternoon. It sucks and SO did not make me a very happy camper! Cameron has been gone since June 19th and it's way past time for him to come home, dammit! Sigh.

Anyhow, aside from that, it's been a pretty decent weekend. I must've been dead ass tired on Friday because when I got home from work, I laid down to take a quick nap and that quick nap pretty much lasted the rest of the night. I did get up a couple times, but not for very long stretches of time.

Saturday I was up at 8 am, which would usually suck, but because I'd already slept a good 12 hours the night before, it wasn't too bad. And hey, I made it to Curves with no problems what-so-ever--Go Me! The rest of the day was anticlimactic, meaning I didn't really do anything. There were a couple of reviews for things I could've (and really should've) written because I've been sitting on them for a bit, but I had a fairly nasty headache so I took a pass on that chore--I'll just have to bust ass to get them done in the next couple days. Saturday night, Drew and I hit Chili's for dinner (I was really wanting Smokey Bones or the Cheescake Factory, but the waits weren't gonna work) and then we headed off to The Palace to see 'Superman Returns'. I liked it, but honestly, if I had to choose, I'd more than likely go for any of the originals over this one. The roof scene was definitely sigh-worthy! I wasn't really feeling Kate Bosworth as Lois Lane, but Brandon Routh did the part of Superman justice, oh, and I thought Kevin Spacey made a kickass Lex Luthor. And maybe it's just me, but that whole beginning thing made me dizzy.

You know what I really wanted to see? 'Pirates of the Carribean' (I absolutely adore Johnny Depp), but since I haven't seen the first one yet and the lines for that sucker wound around the place like some haphazard maze, we took a pass on that one. Maybe next week.

Today I actually slept in a bit and seeing as we didn't get home from the movie until somewhere around 2 am, Drew spent the night, so when we got up, we headed to his house so he could shower and change then stopped off at Cracker Barrel to have breakfast (at 2:30 in the afternoon--LOL). After we ate, he swung back here to drop me off before he headed over to the skate park to play on his bike. And I haven't really done much of anything since I got home, but that's alright, being lazy is a good thing sometimes.

Tomorrow it's back to work for me and Tuesday, I have jury duty (ick).

And that's all. I hope you all had a fantastic weekend.

Angie's Entry

Since I didn't bring my book with me to work, if someone saw it, it could be deemed inappropriate. I started the autobiography of my birthday buddy - Jenna Jameson. My brother picked it up last year before we left for Hawaii at my recommendation. I borrowed it from him last weekend when I drove down to his place. I started it yesterday and got a hundred pages into it and it's a great read. I had to force myself to put it down and go to sleep last night.

I can't wait to go home and pick it up and start reading. Thank god for comcast DVR and lame summer programming. With the exception of my two favorite summer shows, The Closer and Saved. Both are on TNT network, tonight at 8 and 9pm.

I also have transitioned back into my rock self. I've been trying to hang with hip-hop but nothing really grabs me. Oh FYI Brother decided that Chamillionaire's song - 'Ridin Dirty' is the new summer banger. So when you hear it on the radio, crank it up and roll.

I got my tattoo redone about two weeks back. I'd post a picture, but I don't have a before and I'm not that talented that I can take pictures of myself and they turn out. So just trust me when I say that it looks just like new, better than new. The guy that did it was really good.

I'm going to my hairdresser tonight. She's been cutting my mom's hair for like 20 years and she's been doing mine for at least 15. I haven't seen her in quite a few years, since she sold her shop and starting doing hair out of her house. So that's exciting. I think I'm going to do long layers again. I'm bored with it, but she will NOT cut more than an inch off. She likes my hair long, curly and poofy. Seriously, she has me scoot down in the chair so my hair hangs off the back and she blow dries it until I look like Cher in the 80's. But not anywhere near that skinny looking. I wish.

Oh! How excited am I? I HIT MY GOAL WEIGHT!! I was so happy last Thursday when I stepped on the scale and saw those three fabulous numbers. I'm up and down since then, but I hit it. I have to get back in the groove of working out three times a week to keep the slimming down going.

Friday Sista and I are taking her two kids and our other niece and nephew to a water park. It's susposed to be sunny and 90. I'm making a picnic lunch for all of us. We're excited, it should be a good time.

My other niece, the dancer is leaving tonight for two weeks in Poland. Why Poland? They have some huge dance competition/celebration and my mini-me's tap instructor wanted her to have the experience. So off she goes to Poland. I'm excited for her, she'll have a good time, hopefully be able to see some things while she's there, but it sounds like their schedule is pretty tight.

What else?

Sista called me yesterday and I called her back when I got home, but we never connected. So I called her today and she wanted me to come up for chicken on the grill and to watch her light off fireworks. I figured that's why she called, but I didn't want to just show up if that wasn't the case. And secretly part of me was hoping to see hottie.

My mom says to take a chance, take Sista out of the middle and let hottie know that I'm interested in him. So next chance I get, I'll make sure he knows. I guess I'll never know if anything can happen unless I take the risk right? Easier said than done!

The house across the street from Sista that I've been thinking about, they lowered the price. So I'm still trying to decide if I want to make an offer. I have to put some numbers down on paper, it's easier to decide that way. Ya know, the old pros and cons list?

I think that's all I know for right now. It's a little closer to the end of the day, and I'm scooting out of here a few minutes early so I get to Gracie's on time.

Hope everyone had a safe and fun 4th!

Ang

Aimee--Pics from Saturday's BBQ...

^^'Tis me putting on my face before heading out to round up my posse (I was elected "designated driver" for the day) for the ridiculously long drive to Okeechobee.


^^'Tis my Sarah, playing in the sand. Ain't she cute.

^^'Tis me and my Sarah and she is way cuter than I.

^^'Tis Drew with my foot in his lap.

^^'Tis mi madre and my sorta kinda cousin Chris (it's a marriage thing).

^^'Tis Christie looking sinfully gorgeous (bitch).

^^'Tis Christie and my Sarah.

There were more, but I won't bore you with a bunch of random shots of my family, just the peeps that I talk about regularly.

Aim-to-the-ee...

When I regain possesion of my digital camera (which I believe is in Christie's hot little hands at the moment), I shall post pictures from the family's annual 4th of July thingamajig, which, because the 4th is on a Tuesday this year, was yesterday. It was funner and less climactic than I was anticipating, which, mind you, is actually a very good thing.

Anyhow, it's a bit after 11:00pm on Sunday, I don't have to work tomorrow and I'm thinking very seriously about going to bed. There's probably something a bit wrong with that scenario, but since I can't think of exactly what that is, I'm not going to take issue with it and go to bed anyway.

So, nighty night.