STINKY, STINKY, STINKY

So Scout has killer gas and I can't even take her to the dog park to let her fart around out there because it's all rainy and nasty.


But she's still oh-so-precious!! Even when sniffing her own smelly rear.

When Philly and Memphis meet in Cary...

This post is late coming and I have no *real* excuses. The Metro D. gals went out and painted the town various shades of red. We drank at various establishments, we (well, some of us) teased many a boy at the very same establishments, we harassed rather tall bouncers... I love these kids. Love, love, love them. COME BACK ALREADY!!

Crazy Tommi Spotted Doing Her Crazy Dance

So I've been unpacking still (both from being home and boxes I've neglected to unpack since moving). I've talked to both Adrienne & Kara and I'm uber excited about seeing them both (and Jessica) tomorrow! It's going to be awesome to get the Metro D. crew back together. Sadly, the longbranch is closed this weekend for renovations. But do not fear, we shall find another location to raise our own brand of hell. We're big town painters--the whole lot of us. Anywho, due to my excitement I found myself cutting a rug in my livingroom to commercial music. No, I do not remember the commercial or even know what was being advertised. What I do know is that I was going all out--we're talking I could have been in an Ipod commercial all out. Hair flapping all around, some shimming and shaking, skirt flipping, high leg kicks, butt shakes, hands up, mini-white girl dancing combo. And then I glance out of one of my many many windows and see a man, a young man, hand over eyes blocking the sun and looking up at my apt. I can only hope he was interested in the finches at my feeder...

But, my dears, that very same dance may be out on public display tomorrow if I can choreograph it more properly! So, as Jessica would say, hold on to your balls! It's going to be one heck of a weekend!!!

Saying Goodbye

On July 26th, I lost a friend. Not just any regular type of friend and not a friend I talked to on a weekly basis--he was the type of friend who had such a hold on my heart that we could go for weeks without talking but when we'd get together again, it was as if there was never an absence. I met Eric back in 2004, before moving to Greenville. Jessica will agree with me when I say that I positively adored the kid. I believe I expressed my love for him that very night. :) He never met a stranger and I remember hours spent in restuarants with him getting to know the waiter/waitress. I loved him and even when his uber-conservative side would spill some vile comment about women and he'd get me fuming, he could still make me laugh. He knew my buttons & he never pushed too far. I'll miss my Thursday night "Guess who is drunk and dailing again" phone calls. I'll miss making fun of turtle logs. He was a rather physical guy, and I'll miss his massive hugs. There's a lot about him that I'll miss and I'd just rather like to believe that he has gone on a very long vacation, freezing the image of him in his "I've got the body of a god, buddha" shirt in my head. It's why I couldn't go to the wake or funeral. I can't do it anymore. I'm sick of people I adore dying. His loss has been particularily difficult because I feel like I took our relationship for granted. I wish I'd spent more time with him when we lived just down the street from each other.

So, goodbye Eric Turner. I'm sorry I wasn't a better friend but I hope you know how much I love you. I know a lot of people up there, so I'm sure you'll find a good group to tell Tommi jokes with.