Who are you again?

On my way home from work tonight, I discovered something a little disturbing about myself: I am prematurely senile (aka Penile). I was looking at the "contacts" list in my cell phone trying to figure out who to call on my way home (I have a long, boring drive home), and I discovered that I have no idea who/what some of my contact entries are. And since you have to be somewhat of a frequent contact to end up in my phone (non-frequent contacts are relegated to the "redbook"), I should know everyone in there fairly well. But I have multiple mysterious entries. For example, tonight I found:

"Marty": I don't know any Marties (is that how you pluralize more than one Marty??) I have only ever known two Marties in my life. Marty #1 was my co-host of the Marty and Lou Radio Show at Mizzou (no one ever listened, EVER). I haven't seen him since around 1999, and I didn't even have a cell phone then. Marty # 2 was my clinical nursing instructor at St. Joe's and I know I'd never put her in my phone book (too high a risk for known drunk dialers like myself).

Then there's "Eric": Again, I can't for the life of me think of a single Eric except the Eric I know in high school who always sat behind me in Pre-Calc and hit on me (and let me tell you I was not cool, so you can imagine what he must have been like).

It gets stranger from here. I have an entry for "Pasta". ?? What the hell? I've never known anyone called Pasta, I don't know any restaurant called Pasta, and I though I do love spaghetti, I sure as hell don't call it on a regular basis.

Nor do I call "Yogurt". I don't even know of any yogurt crisis hotline, so this one just defies all explanation.

And there's "Pet". I only have two pets and neither of them owns a cell phone, so I don't know what to say about this.

Last but not least, there's "Tree". I cannot recall a single time I have ever been so smitten with a tree that I put it in my phone book.

Now, I am sure there are some good explanations. I could have been drunk when I added them and, for example, entered "Pet" instead of Patricia or something (not likely because I am so rarely drunk these days). Someone could have stolen my phone, or I could have a prankster (somewhat more likely). Or, and probably most likely of all, I enter these things thinking, "Now, I'll know what this is when I see it." But I don't, which is why I am Penile.

Welcome Home

Today was a big day for me- I finally got Internet access. Nevermind that I was supposed to also have satellite TV complete with DVR (I have too many trees apparently). I am thrilled to be back and feel connected again. So, I thought I would show you guys photos of my house...it's not the cleanest right now, but you'll at least get some idea of what it looks like.

So here is the sun porch:

This is the kitchen (well, parts of it anyway) :

Now on to the living room:

Then the dining room:

Dining room, part 2 (it's huge):

And here's the bathroom:

And finally, my bedroom:

My bedroom closet:

So there you have it- my humble abode. I forgot to take a picture of the most important thing though- the computer on the desk in the bedroom which is finally all ready to go!