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I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas

December 14, 2002 ... 9:52 p.m.

I’m Dreaming Of A White Christmas...

the best thing about the game last night...
Game announcer: “There’s Dean Oliver.”

Dean is an alum of the team. And he’s hot.

I’m going to Vegas! I’m going to Vegas! I’m going to Vegas! Woo! Rock! Vegas, baby!

My cousin...second cousin...first cousin once removed...whatever...anyway, he’s getting married in Vegas. And I’m going! It’s in April. But I’m going! It’s a 20+ hour road trip with my mother. But it’s Vegas! And I’m going!

You know, I’m a little confused. I think I’m beginning to have feelings for someone I don’t really think I should have them for. He’s not married or engaged--I’m not a total hussy. It’s just...well, it’s hard to explain. I get a “vibe” from him that he likes me but is, at the same time, unavailable. So I don’t even know what do with that.

Well I just got IM’d for cyber sex again. I wonder what it is about my screen name that screams “trollop!” Maybe the simple fact that I’m female?

I broke my glasses again today. I have to wear my old Harry Potter-esque ones. Of course, I got them before the boy wizard became famous and they weren’t in vogue, so I hid them in my sock drawer.

I want a palm tree. I used to have one. A real, live palm tree. Actually, it was my mom’s. She got it when she was in college and went to a luau-themed frat party. It was probably 4-and-a-half feet tall. She gave it to me. Tinker ate it. Yes, he ate it. It was, apparently the perfect height for him lay on the back of a chair and nibble. I know. My cat is weird. I miss my palm tree.

Palm trees make me happy.

That’s why I live in Iowa--the abundance of palm trees.

We’re probably not going to get much snow this month. El Nino. No snow for Christmas. I mean, COME ON!! What is the point of living where it snows if I can’t have a white Christmas???

I’m not a fan of snow when I get nothing else out of it. If I lived in Colorado and had snow--that would be okay, because I’d have mountains to see. Pretty, picturesque snow-capped mountains.

My father lives in Colorado. Once, Bootsie and I visited him (when I was 9 and she was 5) and, at that time, he lived very close to the base of Pike’s Peak. We had a mountain view out of almost every window. It was great.

I still want a palm tree.

And a Waikiki beachfront villa.

And Dean Oliver. But that can be negotiated.

You know, nothing big.

Okay. I will tell you what my morning song is. If you choose to sing it cheerfully at the crack of dawn, as I do, you do so at your own risk. I am recusing myself of responsibility for any resulting smack-downs.

Remember, this is to the tune of “Clementine” (you know--“Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’ Clementine...”)

Morgen Song von Eibisch
Guten morgen,
Guten morgen,
Guten morgen, sonnenschein
Zeit zu wecken
Zeit für morgen
Guten morgen, sonnenschein

Ta-da! Oh, I am a clever girl. Now for the translation...

Marshmallow’s Morning Song
Good morning,
Good morning,
Good morning, sunshine
Time to get up (or awaken, literally)
Time for morning
Good morning, sunshine

I bet you want to slap me right now.

Note to people who know Weetabix in real life andor Green Bay:
Shh! Geez, do you honestly expect me to live without my Weetabix fix? Meanies.

Now, pipe down or I shall track you down and sing my morning song to you at 3 a.m. for however long I deem appropriate,
Eibisch

I am stunned. Shocked. Astounded. Godsmacked. Bewildered. Confused. Befuddled. Baffled. Puzzled.
I...don’t...just...we...HAD A 12 POINT LEAD!!!
Not once, but TWICE!!

UIowa 59
Iowa State 63

Note to Captain Gel:
At the moment, the words to describe your utterly crapulent coaching escape me. Suffice to say; you suck.

Eibisch

Currently Reading:
Crossfire: The Plot That Killed Kennedy by Jim Marrs

Listening To:
Buddy Holly’s greatest hits...according to me

~*~

Have a happy day!

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