Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Reality or Fiction

I have a girl friend who is breaking up with her boyfriend; two of them actually. One has been in a relationship with said soon to be ex for 3 years, for the other girlfriend it's been 2 years. It seems like such a waste, all those years, all that energy, all that emotion. Is there such a person as the "right one"? Or is it a sick ideal our parents and entertainment has lead us to believe all these years just to learn that person doesn't exist? I've spent my whole life knowing the right person is out there for me, waiting. I'm not so sure anymore.

Everyone has their problems, baggage if you will. It doesn't matter who you meet, you are always going to have fights, and there will always be the disagreements. Why spend X number of years with someone to just leave and start all over again with someone else? It's going to be the same shit again. It doesn't matter who it is.

I guess you could see it as learning experiences, but is anyone truly happy in a relationship? And this whole marriage thing baffles me. I can't imagine loving someone, wanting to still be around someone after 10, 20, 30 years. I have never loved anyone more than my ex, but I couldn't even stand him after 2 years. And we "match" up on so many levels. How do you imagine a love greater than what you have experienced? It's an unbelievable (selfless) love to stand someone after 50 years, when you get to the point that you don't really need to explain yourself anymore, where you can just be.

I see a beauty in growing old with someone. Looking at that person across the breakfast table, your habits having become a comfortable pattern, remembering all the pain you've helped them carry, the tears you've shed, in joy and sadness, for them, knowing how much of them actually makes up who you are. Knowing how much you have sacrificed for them with out a single touch of bitterness in your heart, only gladness knowing that you helped make that person happy. Does that really exist? I really hope so...

Friday, May 27, 2005


I thought I'd change my blog up a little bit. Got tired of the old one, besides green is my favorite color. I am going to fill out the Movie questions that
V sent to me. You will all find out how deep my movie knowledge actually goes.

Total number of films I own on dvd?
3, maybe. (Two of them are U2 dvd's)

The last film I bought?
Let's see. It was last Christmas and I bought 3 or 4 movies. Pirates of the Carribean maybe?

The last film I watched on TV?
Slackers- last weekend

In the cinema?
Monster In-Law with Amber. We were too trashed to drive, so we went and saw that movie to give us time to sober up.

Five films that I watch a lot or mean a lot to me: (I don't watch a lot movies over and over again.)

1. American History X- I LOVED this movie before I got pregnant, now I can't watch it.
2. The Little Princess- my mom bought this one for me when I was little.
3. How To Lose A Guy in 10 Days- Just funny, though sometimes it's a little too cheesy for me.
4. Garden State- It was suprisingly funny. It's okay to not be okay.

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Father & Child meeting for the first time. Posted by Hello

Thursday, May 26, 2005


So I got a call out of the blue from Josh last night, which I guess his calls are becoming more regular and not so random. He called me again today. He's going with me to meet Tatum tonight for the first time since I gave birth. Amber said he's "probably as nervous as a whore in church." I'm nervous for him; and excited. Today is a big day, it's a life changing day.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

I can't hear you!! lalalalalala!

So the lady that I was supposed to go to Ireland with flaked out on me. I can get over it, in fact I am well on my way. On Friday she had a little, um, chat with me about my attitude. I pride myself on my honesty and try to be honest with myself. So when she brought the subject up it wasn't anything new or shocking. I can be a bitch, I can be uptight, I can be unforgiving, I can be blunt and rude. I am usually okay with that, usually.

I was receptive of the things she said and realized that they were truth. So, fine. I am now aware of these things about myself and will work on saying "Fuck You" with a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face instead of the way I ususally do it.

Today she walked up to me and said, "Oh, I forgot the notes again. I want to bring them to you. I keep forgetting. They are from the sermon on Sunday, it's about one's attitude." I kept my face turned away from her busying myself with paper shuffling. I did not want her to see my face turn red and the annoyance that was filling my eyes to shoot daggers at her. I just nodded.

Okay, lady, look. I got your point. It was unsolicited advice, and I didn't thank you for it. Now you are starting to piss me off. And instead of having me be receptive to what you said and willing to work on it, you are gonna piss me off, which isn't going to do anything but make my attitude worse, and this time it's gonna be directed at you.

Brin's Mesa

As I said earlier I went hiking with Abby on Sunday. We started the hike at 8:30, we were done by 10:30. It was hot, damn hot that day. It must have been 95* by the time we got back to my truck. We took breaks as the hike provided no shade, no water to play in and the merciless sun doing it's best at pummeling us into submission. It was a gradual climb, then suddenly it was a stairway. Abby commented that at the top of this climb there had better be Heaven. It was hell. Her dog, Simon, would run in front of us, find a shady spot, sit there and wait for us to catch up.

Abby brought her camera in so I could download the pictures onto my computer. As the downloading commenced I found ass pictures! It was great. I laughed, she laughed. Then she told me a few stories which I will not be sharing on here, though I'm sure you would enjoy reading them. No ass pictures either. But here are the pictures from the hike. Enjoy!

Hiking Posted by Hello

Hiking Posted by Hello

Doggie Hot Pants

As promised, here are pictures of Sophie in her HotPants.

For your viewing pleasure:

Sophie Posted by Hello

Sophie Posted by Hello

Monday, May 23, 2005

Mindless Dribble.

I am sitting in my office thankful for the refuge from the intense sun (104*) and the warm breeze that hits your neck like hot breath. I've had a dull headache all day from lack of caffeine. I am sipping iced tea and listening to the new AudioSlave album, trying to decide whether or not I want to spend my hard earned dollars on it.

I'm tired though I slept well last night. Abby didn't sleep well, she blames the moon. Does the moon, on a scientific and molecular level, really affect ones sleep? Speaking of the moon, I think I am going to go home and read. I bought a Dean Koontz book that I haven't gotten around to reading. I currently am reading.... none of your damn business. You've never heard of it? You should check it out.

I went hiking on Sunday with Abby. She a girl who works at my office that is my age. She's into a lot of the same things I am into, which is nice. My ass hurts from hiking, and it was hot, damn hot on Sunday. We took pictures with her camera, so I will post some pictures. She said that she would be interested in going on vacation with me this summer. She wants to go on a cruise to Jamaica, which I am totally into though it isn't my idea of where I wanted to go on vacation.

Tatum broke her arm last week. She's so funny. The first thing she did when she got back from the doctor was to climb on her parents bed and jump off their bed with her arm in a stint. She's fearless and determined. Watch out world, here she comes!

I bought a cell phone. I am officially in the world. I am moving in 2 weeks. I have packed 2 boxes of books and one box of bathroom stuff. *sigh* Moving, is not something I really am into doing at the moment. Oh well. I also have to get my dog fixed. She went into heat and is making a mess. I bought her some HotPants. I'll take a picture for you all to see. Expect that tomorrow.


Okay everyone, I just found out that the lady I am supposed to go to Ireland with doesn't want to go anymore. Sad. So I have two weeks of paid vacation time heading my way. My cousin lives in Chicago, so I am going to go there. Anybody ever been to Chicago? Is there anything I should specifically see? Let me know. That trip will take only a few days, maybe 5 with the flying and such. I need ideas of where to go and what to do once I get there. Here are a few idea's I've had:

Telluride,CO for the BlueGrass Festival
Canada, for the beautiful nature
A cruise to Alaska (though I don't really want to go on a cruise)
Mexico- been there, done that.

Please, someone, do you have any ideas of good vacation spots? Let's keep in mind that I enjoy hiking, and being outside.

Friday, May 20, 2005

I want to be the song, the song you hear in your head

Amber nominated me to do this, I think it will be fun. I wonder how many times U2 will show up on this list. Let's begin.

1. The total volume of music files on your computer:
6.77 GB (7,271,559,454 bytes)
1,742 files, 285 folders

2. The last cd you bought:
Blink 182- Blink 182 but I actually had that one before and left it on the plane. So the first NEW album I bought was Jack Johnson- In Between Dreams

3. Song playing right now:
Midnight Rider by The Allman Brothers Band

4. Five songs that I listen to a lot or that a lot to me ( in no particular order):

1. New Years Day- U2 (EVERY U2 song)
2. Mellow Mood- Bob Marley
3. The Weight- The Band
4. Under Pressure- The Used & My Chemical Romance
5. Better Together- Jack Johnson

5. Which 5 people are you going to pass the baton onto and why?

1. You
2. Your Mom
3. The dog
4. That guy over there
5. HER Mom

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Slap Your Co-Worker Day is Coming!!

Tomorrow is the official Slap Your Irritating Co-Workers Holiday:

Do you have a co-worker who talks nonstop about nothing, working your last nerve with tedious and boring details that you don't give a damn about? Do you have a co-worker who ALWAYS screws up stuff creating MORE work for you? Do you have a co-worker who kisses so much ass, you can look in their mouth and see what your boss had for lunch? Do you have a co-worker who is SOOO obnoxious, when he/she enters a room, everyone else clears it?

Well, on behalf of Ike Turner, I am so very very glad to officially annouce tomorrow as SLAP YOUR IRRITATING CO-WORKER DAY! There are rules you must follow:

* You can only slap one person per hour- no more.
* You can slap the same person again if they irritate you again in the same day.
* You are allowed to hold someone down as the other co-workers take their turns slapping the
* No weapons are allowed.... other than going upside somebody's head with a stapler or a hole- puncher.
* CURSING IS MANDATORY! After you have slapped the recipeint, your "assult" must be
followed with something like "cause I'm sick of your stupid-ass always messing up stuff!"
* If questioned by a supervisor (or police, if the supervisor is the irritant), you are allowed to

Now, study the rules, break out your list of folks that you want to slap the living day lights out of and get to slapping... and have a great day!

Monday, May 16, 2005

Again I'm Wating For This To Fill The Holes

Have you ever been at a place with someone where you can't be anything BUT honest with him or her? It's almost sickening because you have all the confessions on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be vomited, your soul purged, if they would just ask the right questions. So comfortable with them, conversation flows, and even when the moment stills you can feel the unspoken acceptance in the air, flitting around your head and in your ears like the bugs that find solace at dusk. Your lives are being lead with the same ideals but do not include each other. Are you ever left desiring something you don't even want? The reach is there, but there is no want to grasp what you are reaching for. Your heart almost tricks you into believing that is what you desire; but your soul shakes you awake out of your stupor knowing that that's not what you want or need. Your heart is light and carefree in the moment, warming your skin like the sun. It's after you have said your good-byes that your tongue is left sticky and dry with spittle that even the coolest, freshest spring water won't wash away.

You see that person for who they are under the beard and long hair. You know that the clothes don't make that man, it's just stuff. You realize what other people see, the hippie hair and hiking shoes make up who they think he is, but it's what he wants you to see. It's to a point that this, this is what makes a life partner. The comfort, the honestly, the fearlessness in just being, the goals and ideals that match up on so many levels. But it's not what I want, it's not who I want. I'mokay without you. It may have taken me to get to this place, the place where we just are, to finally realize that you are not it.

Friday, May 13, 2005

A little somethin' for ya

One evening a man was at home watching TV and eating peanuts. He'd toss one in the air, then catch it in his mouth. In the middle of catching one, his wife asked a question, and as he turned to answer her, the peanut fell into his ear.

He tried and tried to dig it out but succeeded only in pushing it in deeper. His wife tried to help, but after hours of trying they became worried and decided to go to the hospital. As they were ready to go out the door, their daughter came home with her date. After being informed of the problem, their daughter's date said he could get the peanut out.

The young man told the father to sit down, then shoved two fingers up the father's nose and told him to blow hard. When the father blew, the peanut flew out.

The mother and daughter jumped and yelled for joy. The young man insisted that it was nothing and the daughter brought the young man out to the kitchen for something to eat.

Once he was gone the mother turned to the father and said, "That's wonderful - isn't he smart? What do you think he's going to be when he grows older?" The father replied, "From the smell of his fingers, our son-in-law!"

Thursday, May 12, 2005

The Dangers of Still Water During the Summer

I had to pee.

It's been a good day so far and I was feeling a strong wave of happiness at that moment. It changed suddenly from a strong wave of happiness to a strong wave of nausea. I walked into the bathroom whistling U2's "Angel of Harlem", a swing in my step and a light in my eyes. I lifted up the toilet seat, and there it was. A turd. Floating. Whom ever it belonged to had lettuce to eat earlier because I could see the tenicles. Tentacles like an octopus, just hovering in the water, waiting calmly for its victim. Don't you make sure all your, um, stuff is flushed? Maybe next time I will leave my bloody toilet paper in the pot, that will teach them.

AND, AND (I know this be I checked) the sink was dry. Sick fucks.

Thanks to Greg's poop website (do you like how I've made that your website now Greg?) I know that whom ever's turd that is, because it was floating it has a lot of gas in it. Maybe I should buy a bottle of Beano and leave in the bathroom.

Maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

Let me paint a picture for you: I live in Rimrock Arizona, population 3,000 (seriously). I live on a dirt road, my house being the third one on the right. To the left is a ditch. Recently someone made a, um, "bridge" over the ditch. If you drive over the "bridge" you will drive right into my driveway. The bridge is two large concrete drainage pipes with dirt, probably from the ditch, packed down over the pipes.

Last night, after working out, I turned onto my little dirt road. Hello neighbors, I wave politely. Glare at the evil bitch who lives next door to me (we all think she killed my dogs). And as I am driving up to my driveway I see a group of 8 to 10 kids standing on the bridge in a large circle. Puff, puff give. I saw one kid handing the joint to the next kid in line. Now, the area across from my house is flat, not real trees or bushes. The kids were in direct view of 10 houses. Now, if you are going to be doing drugs, let's be smart about it shall we? Don't do it where you can get caught, you dumbshits, at least go into the ditch to get high.

I thought to myself, proudly, I never did drugs in obvious places where I could have been caught. That pride fizzled after, oh, 30 seconds. The memories flooded back: getting stoned in the bus circle, getting stoned in parking lots, getting stoned at home with my head hanging out the window, taking acid at school, ect, ect, ect.... Luckily I've never been arrested for doing drugs. I guess when you do do drugs you have to go through the dumb parts, those usually stop when you stop doing drugs.

Tuesday, May 10, 2005


Everyone has their own little quirks. It's what makes you you. Sometimes you find them endearing. Other times they are like that little spider speeding out of your shoe.

Speaking of bugs in your shoes, when we lived in Silver City, NM my parents bought this house that was falling down and unlivable. The previous owners husband actually committed suicide in the garage that we played Hide & Seek in. That garage was big enough to be it's own small house. The house was old and there were a lot of bugs. There was a 2 foot crawl space under the house that was prime breeding ground for spiders, cockroaches, stink bugs and other various strange bugs. Anyway, they bought it and fixed this house up beautifully.

Growing up we were poor. P-O-O-R. I knew we didn't have money, but I didn't know exactly how dire the situation actually was. Every year the church that my dad was pastoring at would give us 2 or 3 grocery carts full of non-perishable food. I didn't get to go on a Start Of School Shopping Spree until I was in high school. I usually got Amber's old clothes or clothes from other girls in the church. They never fit, but I was clothed. I did get new clothes at Christmas. There was the one time that Amber and I both forgot our suitcase when we went on vacation. Factory 2-U here we come! We were illegible for WelFare, I don't know if they ever collected it or not.

I used to get $5.00 canvas shoes from WalMart. In third grade I had a red pair. They were too small and my toes had worn holes in the front of the shoes. I asked my mom for a new pair of shoes and she said I couldn't get new ones. So I tucked the tongue of the shoe into the shoe to cover the holes (by this time I couldn't wear the shoes if I wore laces). The next time we went to WalMart I asked again for a new pair of shoes. My mom told me that she couldn't afford them. I accepted that response. The third time I asked and she told me again that she couldn't afford them I got angry. I didn't believe her. I remember yelling at her. "You are telling me that we can't afford a five dollar pair of shoes?!?!" I remember her response as being a simple "yes" but there being a lot more to that three letter word that day.

Okay, there IS a point to this, I promise. One Sunday morning I was getting ready for church, I had a pair of White $5 WalMart canvas shoes at that time, I was wearing the outfit I wore every Sunday and sitting in the hallway putting my shoe on. The bottom of the shoes had a huge hole in the sole where the ball of my foot was. So I was my toes weren't going into the shoe, so I wiggled them a little, then a little harder and they finally, popped into place. I stood up and I felt something tickling my foot. So I wiggled my toes, maybe it was a rock? Took a step, nope still there. So I took my shoe off and shook my shoe upside down and the largest cockroach I have ever seen in real life fell out of my shoe.

I started this post out with a completely different idea in mind, but this is what it ended up as.

Monday, May 09, 2005

This is an A, B, C conversation, so get the hell out.

This is something that has always bothered me. When you are arguing with people and they ask you "Do you know who you're talking to?" I hate that. Do I give a fuck who you think you are? Not really. You're an asshole just the same.

I also hate it when you are fighting with someone and all their friends want to get involved. It's between you and that person not you and all your people vs them and all their slutty friends. 2 people, not me, you and your white trash friends. I mean can't we argue like adults? I guess if we could we wouldn't be fighting but discussing. I have always been able to hold my own in the situations where everyone gets involved.

Or when you are fighting with your boyfriend and his whole family gets involved. What is that all about? The relationship is between you and he, his mom does not need to get involved. He's a big boy, he doesn't need mama sticking up for him, he can do it his own damn self. And if he can't, bye-bye, because I need a strong man. Someone to stick-up for themselves, someone who can argue a point, someone who can put me in my place when need be. No wimps for me. (I am not talking about beating me either.)

People need to be secure and confident enough in themselves to stick up for themselves when attacked. I've had friends who were dating and when they broke up I've continued being friends with both of them. When they broke up, their relationship between each other ended, I was not involved. Or friends who started to fight and ended up hating each other, again, it doesn't effect me. Are you getting the point here?

Ready or not here I come!

I smell good. I bought new perfume on Sunday. I strayed away from Cool Water for Women, which is what I usually wear to Tommy Girl Jeans. I really like it.

I am selling my truck. I need to get an inexpensive vehicle to drive while I am in school and living on my own. I'm hoping that it doesn't mean ugly. I want to drive a car that I LIKE as much as I find it affordable. My dad wants me to get a Saturn, I would rather get a Toyota of some sort. I am in love with Toyota's.

I am going to get a cell phone. I have never had a cell phone. I guess there is a first for everything. I also found someplace to live that I can afford. And I'm going to get Sophie, my puppy, fixed this month before I move. So much to do, but a lot of it is taking care of its self. I am a woman with a plan.

Watch out world here I come!

Friday, May 06, 2005

A place to call home

Thank you all for your votes. It has been decided that a Mullet on a woman is a lot worse than a shaved head.

So, as you all know, and if you didn't know, you will know now, my house sold. I am researching the cost of living on my own and it is FREAKING exepensive. $1250.00 just to move in. I don't have $1250.

I will share my favorite ad from the newspaper:

Luxury, West Sedona spirit filled home seeks third person. No smoking. $600/month, plus. Call Tim ......

$600+ for a haunted room? I don't think so.

I'm going to talk to Amanda about living with her, it was offered and it's about the only thing I can afford right now. I could live in my truck and shower at the gym.

Thursday, May 05, 2005


What is worse on a girl:

A shaved head OR a mullet?

The polls are open now.

Barbie Dolls

Last night I watched "I Want A Famous Face" on MTV. It was disgusting. The kid on it last night, Martin, had 6, SIX procedures done on his face. They showed the before and after, he doesn't even look the same, which I guess is the point.

I began thinking about it. What if Tatum got plastic surgery? I would be insulted. Are my gene's not good enough for her? She looks like me. It would hurt my feelings that she doesn't love and appreciate the heritage she has. She needs to change it to look like someone else.

Parents need to be teaching their kids that everyone is unique and that's the way it's supposed to be. Don't get a whole new face to make yourself feel better about yourself so other people will like you better because you are prettier. They don't like you for you, like you for the face you are wearing that isn't even really you!

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

What the fick?

My boss just handed me an internet lead with an agents name of "David" on it.

Boss: Which David is this?

Me: I have no idea.

Boss: Well you wrote it.

Me: I know that. When did I write it? May 3, 2004. That was over a year ago.

Boss: Well, which David was it? How many David's did we have then?

Me: I don't know.

Boss: Gawd.

Different Day, Different Conversation:

As you all know Amber is my sister. Amber is the only sister I have. My boss knows this. Amber used to work at the same place I work at.

Me: What day is June 10th?

Boss: Thursday. Why?

Me: Because my sister sold my house and that's the closing date.

Boss: What sister?

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

A Little Pick Me Up Posted by Hello

Pushed into reality.

I slept last night from 9:30 until 7:20 this morning. My workout last night kicked my ass. I haven't lost any weight in 2 weeks, but I've also been lazy. I started using the Elliptical Machine and started working out my upper body in the effort to get my weight loss going again. Besides, I don't like my fat arms.

The closing date on the house I am living in is June 10th. I'm a little stressed and sad. I like living alone. I like my house. I'm going to have to rent a room in Sedona or the surrounding area because I can't afford anything else.

My house selling also presents me with another problem besides having to find a good home for my cat, and finding someplace new to live, I now need to decide whether or not I want to stay in Sedona, or just move to Prescott and start school earlier than I planned. It depends on when I go to Ireland too. If we are back from Ireland in time for me to start school I will go for the Fall Semester. If we are still in Ireland, I may move, get a job and wait it out. OR I may stay here until January then move. See, I've a lot to think about. I need to bounce ideas off someone. I guess the first thing I should do is get the dates we are going to be gone, then at least that would eliminate some of the questions I have concerning what to do.

Monday, May 02, 2005

I've been got.

Amber chose me to do this exercise. It is an opportunity to be a child again and say, if I could be anything, this is what I would be and why. Only, instead of everything, I had to choose from a list. And I must keep the game going by choosing three of you to do this as well. So, BugsButt, Blue and Philip, choose three professions and write about them in any way you want. Add your profession to the bottom of the list and choose three more people.

If I were a chef: I would have the best show on The Food Network and create amazing dishes putting crazy ingredients together like black pepper and chocolate. Everything would I created would be amazing, a bad meal would never develop from my magic hands. I would be the reigning champ on Iron Chef, America. All other chefs would quiver in fear from my amazing talent.

If I were a rich girl: I would travel the world and shop. I would want a family. I would not live outrageously, and try to stay humble. I would volunteer my time for a cause I had reseachered and deemed worthy. I would also get a part time job so that I would have something to do. I can't imagine sitting around all time, doing nothing. I would go to school so I would be book smart. I would have hobbies like painting and gardening.

If I were an innkeeper: I would have a beautiful bed and breakfast with a lush garden with grass, trees, flowers, herbs, fruits, and vegetables. I would create gourmet breakfasts for my guests. Each room would have a different theme. I would have large windows to take full advantage of the gardens. There wouldn't be a lot of rooms so that I could clean them myself. I would offer something unique for the area I was in. I would create such a calming, relaxing, fun environment that my guests would be repeat customers and they would all become like an extended family.

If I were a scientist...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a scientist...
If I could be a farmer...
If I could be a musician...
If I could be a doctor...
If I could be a painter...
If I could be a gardener...
If I could be a chef...
If I could be an architect...
If I could be a linguist...
If I could be a psychologist...
If I could be a librarian...
If I could be an athlete...
If I could be a lawyer...
If I could be an innkeeper...
If I could be a professor...
If I could be a writer...
If I could be a circus clown....
If I could be a llama-rider...
If I could be a bonnie pirate...
If I could be a servicemember...
If I could be a business owner...
If I could be an actor...
If I could be a rich girl...
If I could be a witch...
If I could be self employed...
If I could be an office manager...

Week-End Update with LisaFaye

My house sold. I have to move. I don't want to move. I like living alone. Me, my cat and my dog. It's nice. I'm going to have to rent a room out. I want to keep my dog but I am eventually going to have to get rid of my cat? Anyone want a cat?

My current job has taught me the art of biting ones tongue. I'm still perfecting it. I find it hard to not tell people what I think they should do. How do to their job, what they should do in their relationships, how to manage their finances. I wouldn't like it if someone was telling me all the time what they think I should do. So I refrain from opening my mouth. Even when I asked I don't always say everything that runs through my brain.

I went hiking with Josh. I know that you all are probably sick of hearing about Josh, I'm a little sick of writing about him. We had fun. He said he wants to go see Tatum, with me for the first time. That made me really happy to hear. His mom doesn't hate me, which is nice to know too.

I got Josh out of a ticket. He was pulled over by Dave. Dave was the cop at the high school and he loved me. I liked him a lot too. I was a punk rock kid running around with a bad attitude and a shaved head, and he loved me. Dave pulls Josh over and asks for the regular proper identification. When he finds out that Josh is that Josh he wants to know how I am, he asks about Tatum and wanted to know how Josh was dealing with the adoption. He then tells Josh to tell me 'hi' for him and let's Josh on his merry way. (I think Josh should have gotten a ticket. He was driving after drinking. So baddddddddd. Teach his ass a lesson. Dumbshit.)