August 12th, 2001


Barb, honey... we're dead. I don't think we have very much to worry about anymore

I just got home from Angie's... I walk in the front door (which is unlocked) and come downstairs to see my brother half asleep on the couch... I told him he forgot to lock the door last night and then he told me that my cat died last night.

I just fed him and played with him a little yesterday... He was fine, he wasn't even sick. He's been a little sick lately, my mom took him to the vet a couple times but I don't think he was that sick. That really sucks! I'm sad...

The last picture I have of him I took the other day. He was asleep on the deck and these flower petals had fallen on him.


Ass, gas, or grass nobody rides for free

Angie and I went and looked at some more houses today. I emailed Mike four houses I wanted to walk through. The first one we walked through was a super old lady house, it was built in 1910. I didn't even take pictures of it. It was in good shape, it was just old.

Then we looked at House #2 again... and then house #10, and house #11... #10 actually probably rates as my second favorite at this point. It does have a garage which would be nice... but it has this huge, sort of odd wrap around deck. It has three bedrooms and a living room. Nothing super special. I like #2 because it has so many extra rooms.

After that we met up with Heather and her boyfriend and went and saw American Pie 2. It was pretty funny, even the second time. I recommend seeing it.