How do they know that he is in my freezer waiting to be braised with carrots, onions and celery in sherry?

This will be the best Sunday I've had in a long time, so no way, man!

Though, this pretty much describes almost any Obner, any day, not just the weekend(s).

FRI: tonight have a worship/communion service at 7

SAT: Camera work for a telethon.
Drink a beer(s...) and collapse.

SUN: Church, eat, laze around.

MON: Comp day for having to work Saturday. Will probably either try to hike some of the AT, or maybe drive and get lost.

Dunmore East (not too far from Clonakilty) last summer:







It's pretty stuff.

Things are decent. There's a light at the end of the tunnel (knock on wood) in my divorce, my job is decent, and my kids are great. I just need to sell my house, and I'd be in good shape.

How are things with you?

Ugh, divorce. Sorry to hear it, man. You hanging onto the kids?

I need to sell my spare house, but otherwise no complaints. Getting ready for sweet sweet sabbatical (going to do a program that matches nerds to short term federal needs, which should help me get better funded if I get tenure and a job in DC if I don't), using up the last of my travel funds, playin some tunes. WINNING (Sheen and I share a birthday. Coincidence? Doubtful!).

Friday: Working; bit of grocery shopping for my Easter dinner of one.

Sabado: Girly stuff, ie, getting hair and nails done, then beauty supply store shopping, maybe head out for some Korean dinner and a Yogurtland visit.

Sunday: Now that Jesus is back in town, gonna ask Him why he continues to torture me with my sister and her children. Then, I'll take the doggies for a walk at the nearby river, take a nap, bake a ham, make some potato salad and eat while catching up on some DVR'd shows.

Is Loew's open on Sunday? I may hit them up.

Damn, Aural and BJW in the house. Did everybody shower? Are their dishes in the sink?

you bastards never shower for me

it is nice to have more quality vag back in the house, though

Those of us who have managed to hold on to our wives don't even shower for them.

Also, Quality Vag killed at Grrrrl Fest.

touché on the wife thing

quality vag's extended version of 'clit rage' has a ton of youtube hits

Seriously, how are these not band names?

Also, there hasn't been this much XX in here since, well, XX was all the rage.

- Picking up the dog shit someone has been gracious enough to donate to my lawn.

- Trying to not catch on fire.

If you shower, they might want to be in the same room with you. Bah.

Why haven't you cleaned the bathroom? Sheesh!

Last night - wrote, watched those turds of playoff games (Ie, the ones that weren't Hawks/Magic)

Today - did some interviews, applied for some jobs (man I smell, showering will happen), going to review Sleigh Bells show later, write it up when I get home (or, in more likelihood, hit up the 24 hr coffee joint Fu hipped me to near us and write it up right thurrrr)

tmrw - going to interview a couple of the dudes from Explosions In The Sky (Phil, the one guy lives like a block from you and Colin's old place), meeting some Boston friends to watch Celts close out Knicks (sorry Dov) then home for writing and watching hoops

friday: slept in, went to see Scream 4, ran some errands, picked up the girl, stopped at the market and then home and drank beer and bulleit rye and then bed.

Today: slept in again, helped the girl do some stuff around the house, met cap'n and first mate for bbq/beers, getting a haircut now then off to do some baking and a pre-easter party with some friends which includes whiskey egg.

Tomorrow: going down my parents house for dinner, stop and see my dad afterwards.

Sitting in the chapel at the Paris hotel in Vegas waiting on a wedding to get started

Almost forgot today was was easter. No easter bunnies here. Going on a cruise on the Han river today with the girlfriend and trying to find something easterish to eat for dinner in Seoul.

Italy is beautiful this time of year.

Today: I'm currently watching Arsenal play Bolton on FSC and consuming my morning coffee. I'm a Gunners Fan, but they have really sucked as of late, so I'm just glad they are currently tied in this match.
I'll be going to Easter Dinner at my Moms here in a bit, and then doing my laundry for the week.

Last night I hit up some Earth Day Celebration and consumed a Maudite Belgian Strong Dark Ale while handing out flyers for the Craft Beer Benefit. The I witnessed an incidence of domestic violence downtown and saw another guy randomly punch the asshat who was verbally abusing/shoving his girlfriend down the block, so that made the night a bit more interesting.

My Friday night events are detailed on the beer thread, since I usually attend a tapping party on Friday nights.

Saturday we did indeed meet up with the relocating ATL couple, have a lovely dinner, and then make our way to a backyard birthday party. We talked the nanny into coming over and staying with her so we could go out. Got to the party at like 10, blinked, and it was like 12:10. Got a ride home from Neuro, got a zipcar to take the nanny home. Now she lives in East Boston, which is on a mysterious peninsula of land co-located with the airport. It's not incredibly easy to find, but hey, I'm driving with someone who lives there, so there should be no problem right? Trouble is, she doesn't drive. Ever. Anywhere. So unless she's on the bus / subway, she's got *zero* idea how to get anywhere near her home, unless she's within about 4 blocks. Fast forward to 1:30am, we're in Chelsea (I think, honestly though I am not sure at all where I was), she's giving me left/right cues, and then she just softly says "...I hab NO idea where I am." Pull over, address please, google, head scratch, u turn, drivedrivedrive AIRPORT drivedrive "I live right up there" oh thank god, got her home by 2:15, got myself home 15 minutes later (!!!!!!motherfuckitwasonly15minutesawayifyouknowwhereyou'regoing), crashed onto the bed at 2:30, up at 7:30 with the baby, got dressed and on the bicycles, biked to a diner for breakfast, then biked 12 miles to a farm for an easter egg hunt. Sunday wound up being a lovely day in the 70's, and after a 2 hour nap at 2 I was in fine shape. Sunday morning can blow me though, that was not fun.