Bri's Week (Or So) In Review

What a crazy few days I've just had. A real rollercoaster of emotions. Two weeks ago I made a rather big decision to agree to Mike, Janelle's boyfriend of four months, moving in with us. It was an emotionally tough decision to make. But so far, it hasn't been as uncomfortable as I thought. I am just praying for the next few months to go by quicker. Mathew is moving out here at the end of March. An plan that is months overdue from it's original conception. It's the one thing in my life that I am eagerly anticipating.
So last Saturday (the 13th), I went out to Cleveland to see him and to meet his identical twin, Dominick(sp?), who was just home from a two year stint in England with the Air Force. We had good times, and it was an extremely short 3 days. But good discussions and needed bonding always come of my time spent with Mathew. It was a good weekend, and Dom's a really cool guy. I'm glad I got to meet him. I'll have to hold these memories close until Mathew comes out here for Christmas (I went out there last year).
But of course everything great thing comes with an equal negative. I came home to a frazzled Janelle, who had a bit of a scraper with my car (a 2004 Corolla S). Although part of me really wanted to freak the fuck out, the rest of me knew that it would be unnecessarily detrimental to a friendship that hasn't quite fully healed from recent strains. I came up with a plan, and it worked. My car is going to get fixed after Thanksgiving.
But in the process of my plan, I ended up putting my own small dent in my rear bumper, thanks to a blinding morning sun, and a telephone pole behind my parking space. That's covered, too, thank God.
But so now I am back to work, or rather a plethora thereof. I offically hold four jobs. I think that qualifies me for workaholics anonymous. Thankfully it's all stuff I love to do; mostly teaching music.
Any, way so the other night me and my friends are hanging out, watching a movie. We were having a heartfelt discussion, when an arguement ensues. Being the "peacekeeper/problem-solver" type, I ended up as the mediator. Hurt and angry feelings left a sour taste in everyone's mouths, and now my friends from the opposing arguments won't hang out together. Why can't people see that there always two sides to the story, and that no one is ever 100% right or wrong? Now I merely refuse to discuss it at all on either side. It's not my problem anymore. I love the enlightening effect of my gray area.
And last, but not least, a little tid bit of good news: The UMass Latin Jazz Ensemble is now jamming on Tuesday Nights at my restaurant, Freestone's. I am happy to claim a hand in that, for Katie, Andy, Santi and all my friends who'll be playing. I hope it works out!!!
I encourage everyone to fill their lives with music.
Come Down and Get Some!!!

A Lesson In Math

2.66. That's how many dollars I was off in my calulations on my bank account. Thus costing me an additional $27 in overdrawn fees. GRRRRR! now I'm $30 short on my rent and it'll have to await resolution until next week. Thank GOD my land lord is really cool. I would have killed me by now, or at least verbally accosted. I have about had it with banks. But of course, it's ultimately because of my own poor accounting skills. Oh Well, I guess things could be worse...right? Now to get on top of this coming month's bills. They never stop coming. Siiiigh.

Trey Parker and Matt Stone Do It Again!

These two guys have the rudest, brashest, unbridled sense of humor on the face of the planet!
And I love it.
I recently went to see "Team America: World Police" with my friend, Katie. Coming from a political "gray area", I believe that both political parties have their good ideas and their really freakin' terrible ones. Parker and Stone have yet to miss the opportunity to make ANYONE look like a fool. Whether your a liberal, a conservative, or a terrorist. It's what they do: Exploit people's faults and idiosyncracies in the most obnoxious way possible. No one is perfect, and these two make that VERY clear.

Go F@&#ing see it. NOW.

And for those who missed the season premier of South Park last week: You missed out.
But I'll fill you in.
PETA comes to South Park (SP) and claims that having the "Cow" as their mascot is inhumane, and that it must be changed. So offered up are names like the Hurricanes, The Indians and the Redskins. The question of political correctness comes into play and is shot down with "PETA only cares about animals, they don't care about people."
So our boys come up with an idea: write-in votes. What do they pick and work to endorse?

A Giant Douche and a Turd Sandwich.

Yes, my friends. And may I add it is all in parody of our recent election. Bloody Brilliant. Puff Daddy (excuse me, "P.Diddy"), in blazing hip-hop glory, busts out a "Vote or Die!" rap, and poor Stan represents the millions of apathetic citizens with "Why should I bother voting?"

Well, Stan learned something today. Every election for the last 30 years has been between a Giant Douche and a Turd Sandwich, and we should at least exercise our fundamental right, and vote for, what we may consider, the lesser of two evils. In his case, his vote was for the Turd Sandwich, even though the Giant Douche won by a landslide.

Let's just say this: On Election Day, we voted in the Turd Sandwich. Thanks Stan.