You know how I do.
This is pretty awesome: http://www.cnn.com/2009/SHOWBIZ/TV/04/30/save.chuck.show/index.html
but this link within the article is even more surreal: http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-251471
I’ve had a lot of really cool things happen to me since I started podcasting but this has to take the cake. I submitted that dorky vidcast to CNN.com’s iReporter site on a whim as we were on our way out to Wal-Mart on Tuesday and look what happened! Sick nasty.
Both of us tried to think of excuses to get out of meeting up, both I’m glad we did 
This picture is awful & I told the person who took it that they needed to not do it from below (yes, I’m that vain but I love the photographer to death) but alas, it wasn’t possible. Still 
Confederate statue = the south. Much thanks to Cassidy Jill for being too lazy to want to entertain me that day and resulting in my getting the nerve up to holler at this character above to entertain me.
Yay April 29.
xoxo love you
I made tacos for Jay and Clif on Friday and I’ll let the video speak for itself. This started before I even got to sit down to eat my own tacos!
This may be one of the greatest news stories ever. Or at least one of the best kind to read when you’re in a blah mood.
So apparently four pythons (Stimson’s Pythons for all you snake aficionados out there) got loose on a Quantas Airlines flight from Alice Springs to Melbourne, Australia. They were a total of twelve baby snakes being held in the plane’s cargo hold. Two flights were canceled as officials searched for the pythons and fumigated the aircraft, but none of the rogue snakes were found, either dead or alive.
Well, I guess if you’re going to have a canceled flight, four baby pythons running around is a pretty damn good reason. The snakes were small (6 inches long) and probably did end up getting killed in the fumigation, but can you imagine if a snake (for reals) dropped from the ceiling where the oxygen masks are or you reached for a SkyMall magazine and got a free pullout surprise? I hope no one brings their small pets on any Quantas flights for a while…
Easter without Strider was actually very difficult. My aunt’s dog, who I dog sat all the time when I lived in NY, was here & all any of us could think of was how Strider & her would be competing with each other for forbidden handouts from the humans. However, life still goes on, no matter how sad. I love this PostSecret from this week. It probably applies to me a lot, lol:
Happy Easter, everyone!
Okay so here’s what happened to me and Jay at church this afternoon (it’s Good Friday) :
Mass was about an hour and 25 minutes long. We were sitting in the very back next to a younger couple with their son, who was about 2 years old. The kid was adorable. Though about 35 minutes into the mass, there was a terrible smell. I turned to Jay & asked, “Was that you?!”
“No, not me. I think that little kid shit his pants,” Jay responded.
Yeah, it definitely smelled like that.
So about 5 or 6 minutes go by and then the kid starts to sing. Loudly. Finally, to the gratitude of all of our senses of smell, the little boy’s father picks him up and takes him outside. Whew.
Well, the father returns about 6-8 minutes later without the little boy. I turn to Jay & I ask him, “Where’s the kid?!
So about 10 minutes later, the father whispers something to his wife and leaves. My question to all of you creative, imaginative people out there:
Where the heck was the kid?! He was literally 2 years old and he had just crapped his pants and was taken outside as he was singing, so it’s not as though he fell asleep during church! We joked that he was “disposed of” for messing up, but what can you come up with?!
P.S. I am just got home to NY til Sunday for Easter. I dropped a pretzel on the floor before and said to myself, “Oh damnit! I have to pick that up before the dog gets it!” Then I realized that I don’t have a dog anymore and well, it was a sad moment. The end.
Okay, so I got a call from my mom before. Apparently my screw-up bank back on Long Island sent a letter saying that they automatically deducted a fee from my account because I withdrew money from my savings account more than 6 times in one month. I’m a little more than slightly pissed off over this. I just moved to North Carolina five weeks ago. I like to keep my checking account around a certain amount so that I can control my spending and not blow through my savings, particularly now since I do not have a job and I have rent and bills to pay. I think that this is a smart way of handling my money. I know what works best for ME. There’s been a TON of unexpected expenses that have popped up in the last month & a half as I realized there were little and big things here and there I’d need to set up shop in Raleigh. So, yes, I have had to transfer money from my savings account into my checking account a lot more frequently than I did at home.
According to the letter that I was sent, it’s actually a LAW that you can’t withdraw money from your own account more than six times in a month. That’s not exactly one of those things that are drilled into your head by your bank when you open an account. I know that America’s banking system is in need of money right now, but penalizing me for my own personal spending system by stealing taking my hard-earned money out of my bank account is quite frustrating. No offense, but how about the U.S. government and banks learn how to manage their own fucking money first before they start telling me how to manage my own?
So this weekend was Jay’s Birthday Weekend. He turned 24 on Friday, March 27. Side note: Sunday the 29th was my sister Christie’s 20th birthday. I don’t think she reads this but if she is, Happy Birthday!!!
Anyways, I after scouting out many local restaurants for us to try, I decided to just do the biggest deal of them all: attempt to cook dinner myself. I’m a really impatient person when it comes to cooking, so I’ve never really tried to cook before other than my Valentines’ Day 2008 trip to NC to surprise Jay and cook pasta. That doesn’t really count though because my mom helped me prepare most of it before I left & all I had to do was the pasta part, which even I can do. So I decided to start small and I made us bacon cheeseburgers:
Yeah, it may not look super fancy, but whatever; it tasted good if I do say so myself. I even went all out and baked a funfetti cake, too. Holler.
Hell yeah the candles spell out “24″. Cause I’m that creative. Jay’s sister Heather came to hang out for a little while when we did birthday cake, which was fun. Since it was pouring outside on Friday, we decided to go see the movie, “I Love You Man”. My verdict? I really liked it and I laughed at least every few minutes. Maybe it wasn’t the best movie from that whole “Apatow Gang” but in all fairness, it’s going to be really hard to beat “40-Year-Old Virgin” and “Forgetting Sarah Marshall” (my personal favorites).
On Saturday, we went out to dinner with Jay’s family at an awesome Italian restaurant in Raleigh. Afterwards, we went up to the mall because Jay wanted to buy new sunglasses with some of his birthday money. I got carded upon entering the mall by myself (I went in to use the bathroom while Jay parked). Turns out, if you’re under 18, you’re not allowed to be in the mall unaccompanied by an adult past 5pm. No one asked Jay to see his ID. Ha, and I’m the older one in the relationship. After the new Oakleys were acquired, we hit Sam’s Club to buy “real Mexican” Coca Cola. The night was finished out by an exciting viewing of “Mary Poppins,” which was choosen by the birthday boy.
Sunday we hit up the flea market because it was finally not raining. In fact, it was gorgeous outside. Two hotdogs each later, we went back home to do work - Jay on the “Lost Podcast” and me on my nuDia.tv show that I was going to re-film (the first time wasn’t very good, to be honest) while Jay & Jack recorded the podcast for Monday. After a delicious dinner cooked by Jay’s mom, I headed over to Clif’s studio to film. Jay & I took one car over to his parents’ house, so I waited around while Jay & Jack filmed their “Lost Vidcast” for this week (”Missing Jack”) and while Jack filmed his “Jack’s Rants” segment:
Aww, look at Clif hard at work! Okay, it’s a day of the week that ends with “y” the job search continues in 5…4…3…2…1…
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