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( Alice Culpepper )

I always wind up amazed at how many families choose Mother's Day to go bowling before or after their barbecues. I like the business it brings in, obviously, but it's always just a bit surprising. You'd think I would be used to it by now I guess.

Living on the lake, I can understand how someone would want to fence their property in and block it away from intruders. You wouldn't believe what tourists will come right up to your shoreline and do. I've had people tie up their boat on my dock and come up to the house to ask to use my bathroom (and piss on my lawn and/or house when I say no). There have been tons upon tons of trash dumped on my lawn from drunk tourists or fishing buddies emptying out their coolers before heading home. I've let the dogs out in the middle of the night and startled people who had taken it upon themselves to turn my dock into teir personal live den. So...yeah I can understand the fence, but does the owner realize that they're still going to have people coming off the lake? Or did they cut themselves off from the lake as well? I didn't check. That would be a shame. I also have close neighbors on either side of my place,
and I like them, so it'd be silly to fence them out.

( Private )

I’m going to need some help finishing off this past winter’s batches of beer so that I’ll have some empty bottles to clean for the first summer batches. Who wants to help me? I think in total I've got about two and a half cases left.

( Private )

I don't feel like going to the Bowling Alley today, or like getting out of bed. Maybe I can just hide in the office tonight. I just want to stay in bed, in my pajamas and only get up for absolutely necessary reasons, like letting the dogs out, or going to the bathroom, or getting something to eat. Everything before this sentence makes me seem like I'm completely lazy.


( Private )

Spotted this in Parsons today, totally made my day:

Who: Alice Culpepper, Julia Pascal & Matt Culpepper
What: Dinner
Where: Alice's house
When: Tuesday Evening around 5
Rating: safe
Status: in progress
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( Alice was severely nervous about the night and how it would turn out. )

[Private to Lucy Julia]
Hey, I was wondering if we could talk about some things. In person, if you want? I'd rather not do so on here but if it's the easiest way converse with you...
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Well, I got snowed in from a meeting with a friend in Portland on Tuesday, but all is not lost. I uploaded the music I was going to give him so he could access it. He's in line to broker a few deals for me for selling a few more songs. It's always interesting to see where they end up in the end.

And now it's time to let the dogs play in the snow for a little while, time to bundle up!

Ahhhh, blizzardy conditions. You know what this means? This means writing songs while waiting to go out and shovel. The dogs are anxiously waiting to go romp in the snow. I think I'll bring them out in an hour or so. For now it's time for coffee, sheet music and an instrument of some kind. I think piano goes well with rain and/or snow. Don't know why.

Tonight has been so very strange. and now I can't sleep

Decided I would watch some futurama on netflix before bed last night. Wound up watching the episode where fry finds the fossilised remains of his dog and he doesn’t bring him back to life even though he waited for the rest of his life for fry. Makes me cry every time. So I thought I'd give the dogs a hug and go to sleep. Got out from the covers, room was colder than it should have been, because Dingo was sleeping on top of the heater vent. This fascinating story brought to you by Katrina 7 The Waves' Walking On Sunshine.

Not sure what to do about the holiday. I’m not planning on flying home, the alley will be open from 2pm – 9pm on Xmas Eve and Xmas for anyone not celebrating and wanting to get out of the house without going to the movie theater. So there’s that. My little brother Logan wants to fly out here to see me, and while that totally warmed my little heart, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from telling him about Lucy…scratch that, Julia, in person. In text and on the phone it’s different. I can make an excuse to stop talking or hang up. Also I don’t know how she’d feel about possibly reuniting with him…I guess I’ll need to ask… It has been a highly bizarre year, not that that’s bad. Samirrrrrrrrr, what are your holiday plans?

Hey, uh, is everything okay?

Dear Mr. Jeff Jacobs,

I do believe I have won myself a date with you, good sir, in the name of charity. :)

Crutches are cumbersome.

Is there a full moon soon? People have been asking me the strangest things lately.

Things I did not know but I now know thanks to a random radio DJ so it may not be true but I suppose, whatever: John Cougar....nix the Cougar....bring the Cougar back...Nix the Cougar again! Mellencamp owned a tattoo parlor before he "made it big". Interesting. I failed a math class before I made it big. Teenagers. Pfft. (I had to do homeschooling on a tour bus to make up for it too. What a bummer.) Anyway, who knew?

Everybody's posts have been so gloomy, for obvious reasons, lately. I feel like I should ramble about non-gloomy stuff, but I also feel like that might be rude. At least we can be thankful this didn't happen during the height of tourist season. I'm sure it's going to take a lot of promotional tools to get people coming back next summer if they haven't forgotten about this little hiccup by then. Then again, Mexico still gets tourists and that's after people get swine flu and/or get abducted and beheaded by drug cartels. Go figure. Looks like I failed at non-gloomy discussion.

I'll try and be less of a downer next time.

Hahahaha this cracked me up. At least now we'll know what areas of the world will have sparse groups of hold outs waiting to be picked off since they've done their homework?

Today a tourist docked their boat at the end of my dock, walked up the dock, across my lawn and knocked on my door to ask me if he could use my bathroom. Really? Who does that?! I don't know you! And you reek of alcohol. Why would I ever agree to let a drunk stranger, and one that was twice my size at that, into my house for any reason?

I did give him an empty mason jar though. See I'm not completely heartless...