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Domestic Confession
01/12/2007 10:42 p.m.
Have you ever just vacuumed to make vacuum marks? I know I saw fuzz in the corner, but I chose to blissfully ignore them. 80% of my guests will never know, yet I feel very, very guilty...
I am currently Troubled
I am listening to Slow Cheetah - Red Hot Chili Peppers

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S.O.S. !!
01/09/2007 07:06 a.m.
Does anybody have a sure fire cure to remove ABBA songs from my head (and iPod for that matter)? I'm emphatically enjoying this, yet I feel that I shouldn't be...

"So when you're NEAR me, Darling, can't you HEAR me - S.O.S. !!"
I am currently Peachy
I am listening to Waterloo - ABBA

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Sincere Thanks
01/08/2007 07:11 a.m.
Back in October I posted about a terrible motorcycle accident my father had. Many of you IM'd me with prayers and I feel bad that I never really followed up.

In a nutshell, my dad is a retired cop whose part time job involved riding a police motorcycle to escort funeral processions around Phoenix. An elderly woman who didn't see his flashing red and blue lights pulled out and pops broadsided her at 70mph (take your parents' keys away, folks!).

He was in a coma for weeks w/ severe internal injuries, collapsed lungs, heart attack, splenectomy, and minor head trauma. After 2 months and over $600,000 of medical care (so far) he is home and recuperating, though it will likely be a year before he's himself again. Mostly, he's got puffy legs and his left scapula hurts him (it broke in two spots). He's come so far just since Thanksgiving or so. I no longer have to heave him into a standing position or help stuff him in or out of the car. He's ditched the wheelchair, the walker, and gets around with a cane just in case. I can see the itch in his eye when he looks at his Harley. He had just had the thing rebuilt to the tune of $6K so I can't blame him, but I disapprove of him riding anymore. Not my decision though.

I wouldn't wish this experience on any family, but it has made us all more cautious, alert, and appreciative of each other. You watch the 10 O'clock news and they always talk to the victims who say, "You just never think this will happen to US." We hear that so much, it's cliche. But it is so very true.

So I sincerely thank all you Pathetic friends who offered me condolence and prayer those awful nights I thought my father was gone for good (you know who you are).

Sincerely,
SJB
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to Coast to Coast AM

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Friday the 13th Miracle!!!
10/14/2006 06:48 a.m.
Hi All.

I'm gonna be brief, as I am beyond exhausted. To all of you who commented on my last entry, IM'd me prayers and thoughts for my dad's recovery - Thank You! Words, thoughts and prayers can and do move mountains. I am eternally grateful. I'll elaborate more soon, but I'll summarize: in the last two weeks since my dad's awful motorcycle accident he's been severely critical and mostly in and induced coma. We saw him Thursday and his lungs and heart were getting worse. He just had the most dreadful blank, glassy stare. Mom and I have been a wreck, as you can imagine.
Then we go into the ICU for visiting hours today and his nurse says, "I have a surprise for you...". And there was my dad, sitting in a chair next to his bed, alert! Words are failing me right now, but we cried, held his hand and tried to communicate as best we could (he's still intubated). The ICU staff is shocked at his progress too, though he's still in very guarded condition.
So thank you all, your prayers have helped save the life of a very special, honorable, and widely loved man. His recovery will be long and challenging, but this terrible accident has made my family close and loving again. Wow.

k, that's all for now. This is likely my least eloquent journal entry ever, but I guess that's not too important today. God bless you and your families! :)
I am currently Overwhelmed
I am listening to Coast To Coast AM

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A Prayer For My Dad
10/06/2006 06:22 a.m.
I really want my dad to die of cancer.

Or old age.

And I insist this terminal diagnosis isn't broken to me for another 15-20 yrs or so.

Please, any fate besides what hangs over him right now!

My dad was in a really bad motorcycle accident last Saturday. Smashed some ribs, punctured and collapsed both lungs, spleen bled out, lost a lot of blood.
He's a retired cop, 37yrs of service. And he never could give up two of his loves, namely police work and Harleys. He's been part-timing as a police motorcycle escort for funeral processions. I've told him how dangerous this is, but he really enjoyed it. As he was going 65mph to post at an intersection, an elderly woman pulled out and he T boned her car.

I'm just a mess over this, yet I know I need to show strength for my mom. He may, after all, pull through. I don't care if you make me wait hours, days, or weeks in these sterile hospital hallways, Dad. You've lead an honorable, rich life, but you can't leave us yet. We need you, I love you. You've been the best dad a boy could ask for. I can't think of a soul more deserving a miracle than yours.
Please come home! - SJB
I am currently Sad
I am listening to my thoughts

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Logan the Bunny Hunter!
05/14/2006 05:44 a.m.
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Surprise, AZ - Southpaw Logan Jacob Bourgeau stepped up to the big leagues today, deftly snatching a baby bunny rabbit the size of a baked potato from under a bush earlier at Bourgeau Field in sunny Surprise, AZ. Capitalizing on the swift agility and singular 'fleet of paw' speed records that characterized his college career, Logan Bourgeau, in his debut at the ballpark named for his grandmother, Betty Bourgeau, bristled, sniffed the air, and dashed 20yds to the oleander bush which camouflaged his furry hossenfeffer prey.
"I didn't even have to think about it," said Logan, "when I saw the bush shaking and the bunny ears, I just knew what I needed to do. It's like primal instinct with me or something."
While interviewing the 4yr old orange tabby who hails from Acacia Creek, Scottsdale, I could see pride in his green almond shaped eyes. Truly a triumphant debut for this young feline rookie.

Following the play, Logan grumbled and became unruly as the referee removed the small mammal by the nape of the neck from Logan's jaws, returning him to the bush from whence he was kidnapped. His batting coach, Squeeks Bourgeau, pulled him clawing and snarling back into the dugout before he could be assessed a penalty.
Previously, Logan became a household name in his collegiate years when he attacked and killed a gecko at Acacia during his red shirt sophomore year. - Associated Press
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I am currently Dorky
I am listening to watching 'Big Love' on HBO

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Do Not Go Quietly Unto Your Grave
04/18/2006 12:14 p.m.
** If you're not aware, Morphine is the coolest band ever. Period. **

Do Not Go Quietly Unto Your Grave - Morphine

Listen young people I'm 74
And I plan to live 60 or 70 more
I've been all around I've done a few things
And I spent a few nights on the floor

Did everything wrong but I never got caught
So of course I would do it all over again
I surprised many people who'd written me off
Years ago now they're way underground

Nobody asked me but here's my advice
To a young man or woman who's living this life:
In a world gone to hell where nobody's safe

Do not go quietly unto your grave
Do not go quietly unto your grave

Learned a few tricks and I'll learn a few more
And I got enough bullets to fight a small war
Nobody asked me so here's my advice
To a young man or woman who's living this life:
In a world gone to hell where nobody's safe

Do not go quietly unto your grave
Do not go quietly unto your grave
Do not go quietly unto your grave
Do not go quietly unto your grave

- written by Mark Sandman

I am currently Thoughtfull
I am listening to This Morphine song

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Lifting a Pen to the Sky, I Said...Nothing...
04/14/2006 07:01 a.m.
Dreck...drivel...tripe
Rehashed metaphors and lack of linear thought plague my writing tonight.

I tried, I had some material from last night's dream and it...just fogged out on me.

I wanted to make love with the pen, instead I just fornicated on the page, crinkled, and tossed it in the corner.

Not a very interesting journal entry, just venting my non-creativity into the ethernet.

Tomorrow is a new day; hopefully lacking in cliche. grrrrrrr......
I am currently Scattered
I am listening to Sing - Dresden Dolls

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Want To Run Away With The Circus??
04/12/2006 05:49 a.m.
SWM, 34. Seeks cute Russian clown girl with juggling skills. Gorgeous Brazilian waifs in baby blue pjs with flapper hairstyles, acrobatic prowess may also apply. Must have adventurous spirit, willing to tour North America with me and Cirque Du Soleil - Corteo.

(I'm applying to work for Cirque full time. I just worked the Scottsdale, AZ performances and I'm hooked. Don't worry, there's no creepy looking carnies. Just cute girls from Montreal dressed in all black mountaineering gear and electronics stuff. Talk about hot!)
I am currently Quippy
I am listening to Candy - Iggy Pop & Kate Pierson

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My Cirque Du Soleil Job is Better Than Your Dumb Job!
03/28/2006 02:56 a.m.
I'm in between jobs right now so I called Manpower for a temporary thing. I totally lucked out, I'm an usher for the Cirque Du Soleil show that's in Scottsdale for a month. It's called Corteo and it's totally beautiful, though I still prefer Varekai. Nonetheless, I've seen Corteo 9 times now and am madly smitten with a Brazilian trapeze/acrobat girl named Helena. I think it's the baby blue silk shorts and knee high stockings. Or maybe the sassy brunette flapper-esque bob cut. Hmmm.
Actually, the funnest part is in the middle of the show I have to sneak down the center aisle and push Valentina back into the air (a dwarf lady tethered to six huge helium balloons that the crowd taps around like a beach ball at a rock concert). The actors are so friendly, they really live for the applause, it's a palpable sustenance for them - you can see it in their eyes. I've met the main star, the clown Mauro, as well as the giant clown who's 6'7 400lbs. Oh, and the female singer who I've also got a crush on. We eat in the staff trailer and they must have a professional chef, I had an amazing swordfish steak and lamb chops already. All in all, not a bad temp job, agree?
I am currently Content
I am listening to Country Death Song - Violent Femmes

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