The Witch..err…I mean Regan bought Lily a new wardrobe and a life jacket. The life jacket is in case we take her out when we go kayaking. I’m not sure what Regan did with the other pictures of Lily in her new outfits but here she is in the life jacket. Lily is not very happy with us.

Regan and I went exploring the wonders of 6th street this weekend. We found this so called Irish Pub called Mother Egan’s Irish Pub. We were rather disappointed because it didn’t have the feel of a pub. Maybe it was just an off night or maybe it was the two HUGE projectors playing a football game that didn’t make it feel like a pub. Austin you disappoint. This doesn’t mean that we are giving up trying to find a suitable drinking hole. We are lushes after all;-)

Thanks to Hurricane Katrina I have to re-buy my home office so that I can get some work done. The first major piece of furniture that I need is an office chair. For those of you that work at a computer for more than a couple of hours a day understand the importance of having a nice chair(if you don’t have a good chair you may end up looking like this guy.) I convinced Regan to let me just go ahead and buy a good office chair instead of getting a chair from Office Depot that will most likely hurt my back. Say hello to Mirra.

Where’s the trap you ask? Apparently if I spend a lot of money on an essential item that I need for work it entitles Regan to something expensive too. So say hello to Maple.

It’s been almost a week since my last post. Here’s a recap of the events in no particular order:

• Regan started school UT today. I am driving her to school every morning, 9 am class on MWF and 8 am class on TTh, because a parking pass is $500 a semester. That price increase from $50 to $75 a semester at UNO doesn’t look so bad now does it;-)
• Apparently my joke about not sleeping on anything other than 800 thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets was lost on Regan. She seemed to have taken me seriously and quested for the perfect sheets for the “Prince”. I am now the proud owner of a set of 300 count Egyptian Cotton Sateen sheets.
• I learned that you should pay more attention when people , especially your fiancée, are talking to you. And at the same time I also learned that “whatever” is not an appropriate response when someone, especially your fiancée, says that they love you.
• I was unpacking my clothes last night and as I was hanging them I realized that most of my t-shirts consists of AEG t-shirts.
  • 4 Bounty Hunter t-shirts (black, blue, green, and red)
  • 1 Dragon Lord t-shirt
  • 1 Warlord Wyvern t-shirt
  • 1 L5R t-shirt

Two reasons.

1. So I got conned, actually it was more like black mailed, into getting a pedicure. Pedicures are a horrible experience and I suggest you don’t go and get one. The only thing that made the whole experience bearable was the fact the hot girl that was molesting my feet had a low cut shirt and a nice rack.
2. Not only did I get black mailed into a pedicure I also got black mailed into making a post entitled “I’m such her bitch” and explain that I got a pedicure.

*sigh*

Apparently I’ve done something to make the executives at Paramount Pictures to take notice of me. Not only have they taken notice of me but they are concerned that I get regular booty calls. They were very considerate and sent me a post card informing me about a new movie they are releasing in October.

I really didn’t know that Paramount had a studio in the CBD;-)

I get asked this while I was drunk over the week-end:

regan: If you could save me or Lily(the dog) from a burning building who would you save?
jparks: I would throw Lily and pick you up.
regan: THE ONLY CORRECT ANSWER WAS ME!

I think I got yelled at for saying that I would throw the dog too. I SO CAN’T WIN!

Regan: Hey some guy told me I was beautiful in Wal-mart.
Me: Why did he do that?
I start looking for my shovel.

I was planning on packing up all my worldy belongings and put them into storage this weekend. Followed by an extended road trip. Plan’s have changed. No storage unit. No road trip. Something better.

I’m such an ass when I’m drunk. We meet up with Oscar the other night at One Eyed Jacks to see some band that he liked. Regan and I have never heard of the band before so we asked Oscar what type of music it was when we got there. Oscar described them as a jam band. Which started a drunken rant about how much Regan and I hate jam bands. While we were ranting Oscar goes inside and gets a member of the band to explain to us why we should go inside to see them play. This is what I remember of the conversation.

Oscar introduces the band member to me.
Band Member: “You guys should come inside and see the show.”
Me: “Are you a jam band?”
Band Member: “No not really.”
Me: “Well how short is your shortest song?”
Band Member: “About three minutes.”
Me: “Well how long is your longest song?”
Band Member: “About five minutes.”
Me: “hmmm.”
Band Member mumbles something and storms off.