Step right up...come on in.... If you'd like to take the Grand Tour, of a lonely house, that once was Home Sweet Home.

As you leave, you'll see the nursery. OH she left me, without mercy, taking nothing but our baby and my heart.

Just a little George for y'all, to get your weekend started good and sad. Ain't nothing better.

What's going on?

-- Anonymous, February 02, 2001

Answers

Oh, and I finally just ordered the Gram Parsons tribute. It looks amazing.

-- Anonymous, February 02, 2001

Mayn! All the names I want are taken. I can have hannah-jo.com or hannahjo or hannahgirl.net but isn't dot.net more for internet companies etc?

Poop.

Still no dameetray letter y'all. Should someone play Taps?

-- Anonymous, February 02, 2001

Hi, all. Anyone around?

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Y'all, my mom just called. My parents and some friends are touring the Newseum (right across the street from my office), and they want to stop in.

HELP!

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

I'm here, for a minute. Oh no! The parental invasion. M, just tell them you're really, really busy.

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Couldn't do it. My parents raised me too well.

It didn't go as badly as expected, and at least it gave me an entry topic for today or tomorrow.

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Y'all! The Texan is SUCH a jag. You know how he finally got my number, and we were gonna try and get together for a movie today. Again. Well, Sara and I went out to run errands because I refused to wait for him to call, and he called around when he said he would, but he left this message like, Yeah, give me a call. I don't relaly feel like going anywhere today. Sorry. Talk to you later.

UGH.

Seriously. Boys. They're.such.jags.

It's like, hello, I'm giving you every opportunity known to man. All you have to do is make a little baby move! Or back off or something. Just do something.

Dameetry, are you listening?

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Well, Mike, you're a good son.

H - I just sent you an e-mail.

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Well, y'all, I'm oot again for a while. Got to call AB now and set up the George plans.

Mother and I went shopping all day and ran in Target just before we came back here. I love Target, but this was not "my" Target, and it was SO ghetto, we got grossed out. The bathrooms rivalled the ones at Tong's. Seriously. We couldn't use them. We ran out of there.

Mother bought these CLAZY western boots at Enzo and they look hilarious on her.

I'll give a report latah. Mike, have a good time with your hygenist. I hope you make it through the rest of the day at work.

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

M -

Mayn, I got bumped and now all of yahoo is, as AB would say, assing. I needed to take my pre-George nap anyway.

Talk to all of you MATHertons latah. Love y'all

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

No worries. That's what happened to me Tuesday.

Back tomorrow, y'all. I'm figuring I should go home and change out of my grungy work clothes before I head out, no?

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Wait. M - your date is actually with your hygenist? Ooh. Have fun tonight!

Girls - have fun at George!

-- Anonymous, February 03, 2001

Well, my life has changed for good. I have officially met the infamous JoAnn.

George was good, but he no pray long enough! Allison got us lost on the way there, and I thought JoAnn was going to have a heartattack. She was like, "You know I hate Allison's daddy, but if she makes me miss George, I'm going to hate her too." It was beautiful.

See y'all tomorrow, babies!

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

No, my date was not with my hygenist. Ewww. Nor was it with the person the dentist's office was setting me up with. It was someone entirely different.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Damn the inadvertant returns!

Anyhow, it went well. I'm very good at first dates. It's the second and third dates that give me problems.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Um. That's all the dish we get? HelLO!

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Y'all, poor Anna Beth. She saw JoAnn at her worst (which, I guess, is also her best) last night. George was fun, but he played for like, an hour and 15 minutes and then was oot.

Yeah, I did get us lost. I was so embarassed. Fort Worth is sort of clazy. (But now I definitely know how to get to Billy Bob's, and I think I might move in there. It's big enough.) And Mother was all mean to me the whole night because she was frustrated with me already.

Apparently, I don't "communicate well." Uh, what? I communicate, not only for a living, but for pleasure. It's just that she wants to know every single detail of my life, and I feel like I'm giving her plenty of details. Like, she wants to hear every.single.word of a conversation, replayed with side-commentary on what the other person not only said, but felt. Here's how it works:

Me: Chris called.

JoAnn: Well, what did he say?

Me: He said he was reading some stuff on the American Revolution and was going to a movie this weekend with his friend Dave.

JoAnn: But what did he SAY?!?!

Mike - glad to hear the first date was a success. I hope you took my advice and changed your original plans to take her to McDonalds.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

I did. And you were right ... Arby's is much classier.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

That's my boy.

You know, I don't know how I could make fun of anyone even if they DID take their date to Arby's (and I know the Bermanator would rather die than do that), because the MOC and I go to Taco Cabana like, every single time we're together. I think the first time we ever went on an actual date at a real restaurant, I bought my own dinner. <"Always 50/50 in relationships. Throw yo' hands up at me!""

Whenever we pull in to the parking lot, I turn to him and sing "Well you said you was high-class, but that was just a lie. You ain't nothin' but a hound-dog."

No, really I don't. Hee! That would be hilarious, th

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Yeah, and you know I wouldn't actually take a date to Arby's.

We went to Jerry's Subs and Pizza. She suggested the Olive Garden, but that would be a little too classy for a first-date place, right?

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Whoa, IE just wigged on me when I tried to post that. Sorry. That last word is supposed to be "though."

Speaking of the MOC and Romance, apparently I am getting a Valentine's Day gift that will "make you love me." I told him "uh, I already do." But, according to his calculations, I don't even know what love is until I see get this present, IF he can "pull it off."

Huh. Let's start taking bets on what it is. I think it's concert tickets or something, despite the fact that he is acting like he's going to fly me to Paris to eat at Le Taco Cabana.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Honey, you don't take them to the Olive Garden unless you're ready to propose.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

H - I just read your entry with the overalls pictures. Girl. If Ray sees those and doesn't write you back...he's crazy. FirstLY, you're the prettiest thing ever. SecondLY, you're wearing overalls with a yellow hat and braids. HelLO? Could you BE more perfect for Dameetray?

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Well, I know. That's why I had to put my foot down.

It's a shame last night wasn't the $2.99 steak special at the strip club, or we could have gone there.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Mayn, that IS too bad. I hate it when it's just salad bar night with the 99 cent drink special. It can ruin a weekend.

(Y'all, I am gagging at the thought of a salad bar in a strip club.)

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Yeah, let's not go any further down that road.

I thought heading to the 7-11 for some ice-cream bars was the real coupe-de-grace of the evening, even though my chipwich melted all over my shirt.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Chipwich is maybe the greatest word in the history of ice cream.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

I know. Dameetry is clazy. Actually the hat is orange. But Mike said it looked yellow too, so maybe I did the color tint wrong. Who knows.

I know! See. Lobstahs.

You don't even know how much I too, love JoAnn.

Hmm, maybe the MOC is flying you to Columbus so y'all can hang with me. That would make ME love him.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

An Bei! Where annachao.com?

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

An Bei here! annachao.com is officially, sort of, up.

I still can't figure out the spacing and all. I'll get it.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

Annachao.com! An Bei there!

Baby, you actually, ARE Olive Garden.

And I don't listen well and tried the links.

-- Anonymous, February 04, 2001

An Bei! You bettah than Olive Garden! I love it. Listen, that backspace thing got me, too. I hate it that I don't have a delete key AND a backspace key. The deleting goes in only one direction, in other words. Took forever to get used to that.

Y'ALL! We're all journallers! Sock Puppet Companions, here we come! Or whatever y'all want to call the portal. I'll talk to my friend Sonya, who hosts hateyourdaddy, and see if we can get spc on the cheap.

-- Anonymous, February 05, 2001