Shell update:

Pickles Biffle Gaughn!! I miss you! Whenever I miss people and I also happen to know their password from making them a blog layout, then I invariably blog for them before long. So FYI that you should change your password if you don't want me updating your blog when I am pining for you.

A poem is in order...

There once was a chica named Pick
Who was chock full o' major charm and great wit
She lives in the city
Also inhabited by P. Diddy

I couldn't love her more
If she lived next door
Though it would be nice
To see her more than twice
And not just once in awhile

Meh, that was lame and took me like an hour to come up with.

I miss you Pickles Biffle Gaughn!!!! XOXOXO

Love,
Soulsis Sushell

George is still doing fine.  So freaky Friday if you ask me.

I'm doing better than I have in a long time, which means I'm more functional and busier than ever.  Why is it an off weekend? 

I guess I don't care that much because I'm going to Philly for the weekend but still!  Ok time for Tito, you'd think I'd look rock hard by now instead of jello flabulous ;)

i have been thinking about y'all even though i've not updated or posted.  i've been too busy fantasizing about that cocktail on the dock with Moz...

For once my lazy-ass, procrastination saved an innocent life. 

Georgia/George (couldn't tell, no external sex parts) was the love of my life, symbolic, and though slimy- it was nothing compared to the men in my life who were true toads while George, the Argentinian Horned Toad, was a prince.  A month ago, I killed him.  It was not intentional frogicide and a bit inexplicable...did he not like the crickets and meal worms I served for dinner?  Maybe the temperature wasn't to his liking or the jungle dirt wasn't properly saturated?

Whatever his displeasure, it resulted in his death.  He stopped eating.  Stopped making new little burrows for himself and finally I came home one evening and Georgia had disappeared. Not particularly unusual, he like to bury himself.  But days went by and there was sign of resurfacing.  I dug around in the jungle dirt until I found his lifeless body, limp, and clearly not breathing.  His vibrant red eyeballs had sunk into his little head.  He was freaking dead.  So I put him back into the hole, covered him back up, and cried because I couldn't even keep a frog alive for more than a few months.  (and what sweet months they were)  

I made funeral arrangements, burial to take place in the backyard.  A short service inspired by Zach Braff and Natalie Portman's performance with a dead rodent thing in 'Garden State.'  And that's about as far as I got...plans were set but not so much on the follow-thru.  

I've been, like, really busy.  I gauged the necessity of cleaning out the terrarium by scent- if his decaying body wasn't giving off noxious fumes then it could wait.  The replacement ceremony of the emptying of his pond and turning off the fluorescent light was actually quite moving.  Life went on but I had to put away my Kermit the Frog piggy bank- the sight was too painful.

Then the miracle, the reason why I believe in Jesus, happened on Tuesday February 28th, 2006.  My beloved amphibian came back from the dead.  I came home and there he was, skinny, and on his back with his little webbed feet kicking the air with what could be described as vigor.  He was also covered in some nasty film and shedding his skin.  I recovered quickly, shock turned into joy as I reached into his completely dry, unregulated temperature tank and flipped him over.  George smiled at me and winked with the one eye that wasn't crusted over.  I dumped the remnants from my water bottle into his dish and hydrated the dirt.  He hopped a bit, burrowed into a damp hole and made himself cozy- just like the old days!  Reunited and it feels so good.

 If I wasn't a slacker, Georgia would have been buried alive.  Let this be a lesson.

Currently Listening Seventy Two & Sunny By Uncle Kracker see related

it was so nice of JimBob Johnson to dedicate his win to me.

too many things to comment on

terrible outing for Roush, not a single top ten.  at least the Roush/Yates cars both finished top ten.  i think maybe they prepared better for the weather than Roush did...though ahem, Kenseth had a pretty sporty car for awhile.

i don't think Tony's a hypocrite.  i think he's hotheaded and whereas a Busch brother hotheaded is vomitous, on Tony, Matt...well, pretty much anyone else- it's sexy.

Benny Parsons is still the bane of my race watching experience.  i embarrassed myself several times in the gym by yelling at the tv screen attached to the elliptical machine.  (i spent 4 1/2 hours on one machine-give me no credit, i ate so much crap this weekend i needed it and it beat being alone on my couch)

i'm sending out a beacon to my BFF.  a beacon of love.

the Busch race rocked.  i like mass amounts of rookies.  and holla to Delana.  i think she is an uber-smart chica.  even though she married Harvick.  or maybe because she married Harvick?

the truck race rocked until BG's awesome rebound run got run into the dang wall.  thanks to Mouse for the texts xoxo  Erik Darnell is cool.  Mark Martin is going to wreak havoc on that series.  it's gonna smart.  and next year it's gonna hurt.

i just spent $700 on something that is destined to fail.  i need to get a grip.  i don't HAVE $700.  i don't really have $7 at the moment.  *sigh* to the nth degree. 

oh, one more thing.  i could give a flying fart who you like or don't like but Biff cut a tire on the last lap.  ok?

since no one reads my blog except people i like this doesn't really pertain to you, in case clarification was needed.  i just like to spout.  

things i have been thinking about...

1.  the olympics.  why?  because i love snowboarding and skiing and this year has brought some fun to watch characters.  not as cool as X but i've been a little obsessed.  and medal awarding makes me teary.

2.  qualifying for Daytona is so pointless with this whole "top 35 locked in" either have qualifying or have the duels and line up for the duels by last year's driver or owner points because it doesn't matter where you start on restrictor plate races- at least comparatively speaking.

3. the shootout rocked.  i'm a little ashamed at how much i enjoy the beating and banging.  but i think everyone needs to remember that it was a non-points paying race and that there is the possibility that there will be more intelligent driving during the 500- a slight possibility but nonetheless.

4.  food is worse than crack, smack, dope, and coke.

5.  i think the Busch series is going to be tre exciting this year with a huge rookie class.  especially when the field is full of buschwhackers.

6.  grey's anatomy and lost are so incredibly couch worthy, i feel like i did in high school when dawson's creek first came out and watching it made life worth living.

7.  Shannon Spake and Vicki Johnson are just about the worst reporters in sports television.  but at least the 70 hours of speedweeks has not included courtney george- yet.  (and connie legrand's new do has turned her into a hottie)  and did they get rid of nascar nation?  i hope so.

8.  no matter how many jobs i apply for, it's nothing doing.  ugh.

9.  snow is good.  for about an hour.  then it turns into disgusting dirty sludge littered with garbage because new yorkers can't seem to hang on to their trash until they find a receptacle.  but central park is still bee-U-tiful

10.  apparently you cannot put a timeline on happiness.  that's highly annoying.