Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

My best friend in high school was Lesley. She didn’t move to Atlanta until just before our senior year started. We met because she lived near me, and she ended up riding to school with me in the mornings.

Since I have to study, no time for lots of old stories, so I will make a long story short. Lesley grew up, moved to L.A., and married Demi Moore’s brother, Morgan. I was the only friend of hers who came to the very small wedding. Morgan didn’t make the best impression on me. The first thing he said to me was, “Oh, you’re the one married to that English guy, right?” “Yeah, that’s me.” His response? “I thought all English guys were fags.” Lovely. The main things I noticed about him were that he was very good looking, very obnoxious, and he had a lot of paintball and gun magazines sitting around their condo at this resort where the wedding was being held. He did seem to really love Lesley, so I was happy about that. Well, that was many years ago. Since then, Lesley gave birth to twins. I haven’t seen her in forever, but we stay in touch some. Recently, I got an email from her saying that she knew I loved gossip, so I should get the Star Magazine with Jennifer Aniston on the cover. That one wasn’t in my local CVS, so I got her to give me the scoop. She sent me here:

Demi Moore Bankrolling Her Brother’s Divorce Even Though He Did The Cheating And A Whole Lot More

The thought of Lesley uttering the sentence “Keep Your Hands Off My Babies!” cracks me up!

The one really good part about all of this is that it is likely that Lesley will be moving back to Atlanta in the near future, so I should be able to see her more often.

Demi Moore may have a lot of money and power, but I swear, Lesley is the spunkiest and about the most clever person I know. I think she’ll pull through just fine. Still, pisses me off that she’s been disrespected like this.

I’d post a picture of us, but I’d have to scan it, and that’s not studying!

What is the big day, you ask? Well, take a look at the “Blog Age” countdown clock on the right sidebar. That’s right… My blog is going to be three years old! Recently potty trained… I’m so proud!

I went to high school with some highly talented individuals. Recently, an old classmate of mine uploaded some videos from the senior banquet to YouTube after some discussion of said video on the little social networking site I created for the upcoming 20 year reunion. This one is my favorite (of course my favorite isn’t the one that shows my horrible 80s hair!). Seriously, check this shit out:

I don’t get to blog for real. Takes away from my study time. But I can pop on briefly if I want. Yeah, that’s right! Take that, stupid attempts at discipline!! See, the first day I’d set to take this exam was 7/19, then 7/25, and my scores aren’t high enough. Now I feel a lot of pressure to get this thing DONE! I took part of an exam I’d taken before yesterday, and I got 85%, not my usual 60%. Seems every new exam is completely new material, so previous studying of items I got wrong doesn’t seem to help. It’s very annoying. Anyhoo, enough of that, gotta get a few more z’s, then hit the exams again. In the meantime, enjoy this silly comic:

An excerpt from his speech:

I call bullshit! Our President and Vice President are liars and have been from the start. They have lied to us. They’ve played on our patriotism, and conned us into supporting their misadventure long enough. We invaded Iraq for no valid reason that I can see. We’ve stayed in Iraq for no valid reason I can see. I’m ashamed that I went along with this folly. I’m sorry. I don’t care what does or does not happen with the “Surge.” I don’t care because our cause is wrong. We let an Oil Executive and a weak, unprincipled, ineffectual President lead us into a War of Oil Field Acquisition that has failed - as it should have failed. We’ve thrown away billions of dollars, thousands of lives, our place in the world, and our Constitution for absolutely no reason. I didn’t know that earlier, because they didn’t tell us or I was afraid to vote my “hunch.” But now I know. So I was wrong before. From this day forth, I’m obligated to do the right thing and vote against anything that prolongs this shameful blot on our history.

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Read the whole thing on dad’s blog, 1 Boring Old Man.