thank you Xanga, but I gotta go...I'm gonna try these guys next and see if their site fits me more gooder

so far, this year, I came close to clowning someone twice, due to mostly that whack-a-mole situation, where peeps gotta drift out slowly into traffic in order to see beyond the snowbanks that block there "normal" view. the trailer park is just as dangerous. if you're not at a slow creep, anyone can back into your way without knowing you're there. it's good to live on the back side of the trailer park where there isn't as much heavy traffic...

nothing much new at the stalag, other than more rumors of dissolving second shift and heading straight back into 2-12 hour shifts [FOCK! FOCK! FOCK!]. here's hopin' this rumor is false *crosses all fingers and toes*

through a rack of ribs in the crock pot this morning, so it can cook while I power-nap. I know. ribs are for grillin', but figured I'd try something easy (it's a slacker thang)

I had a good pyramid of beer bottle empties goin' on in the corner of the kitchen. must be Brian (room mate/dork face) didn't dig that, 'cause I don't see them there anymore. he must of turnt 'em all in. I don't know whether to be mad or thank him? maybe I'll simply be indifferent, and carry on, as if nothing happened.

we worked clean thru last weekend. here's hopin' we have at least a one day weekend coming up *more crossing of the fingers and the toeses*

whilst blowing the neighbor ladies driveway today, I noticed a good sized key mark on my car (my car, being "stored" under 3 ft of snow in her driveway, with only the driveway side of the car exposed). it's in the shape of a '5' or an 's'. luckily, it's scratched onto the quarter panel that's easily removed (to maintain and replace the car battery). I jump to conclusions, due to not having anything else on my mind. the neighbor lady is Brian's (room mate/OCD spazz) mom. Brian's mom has had a room mate named Steve who was dying of cancer for awhile. Brian tells me he's over there often trying to get rid of the guy, saying he's taking advantage of his mom (rent free, food, etc). he (Steve), while being on his last leg, prob'ly thought my car was Brian's and wanted to leave a reminder before he died, about how much of an ass he's been. he died about a week ago. I guess I got a dead guys signature on my car. maybe I'll leave it there for Brian to see. maybe he won't be so damn mean to the dying. just my two cents. of course, this is all speculation. there's no askin' the dead guy if, in fact, he did it, so I can make up what ever story I want .

alright, that was pretty quick and painless...yup, doing my own taxes online. only the Federal this time. the last 3 (or so) years, I'd end up paying $25-$35 to do the State form, and only get a dollar refund. they can have my dollar this year. this is prob'ly the first year I hadn't agonized over something within the process. it was simple and quick. nothing itemized, nothing changed (job, marriage status, change of address, etc.).

otherwise, the extended weekend was full of beerses, superbowl, and fajitas. Brian (room mate/fish monger) decided on fajitas as he was on call from work and didn't want to abandon the grill, if, in fact, he did get that call (smart!). also a good amount of time watching the Dubai classic and the Waste Management Phoenix open (PGA). also, my Borderlands2 addiction keeps me bangin' away at that cool game for hours on end. it gets cooler as ya go!

today's agenda: SLACK, power-nap, and maybe get my hair-cut!