Addys Friend of the Day: The Real Danno

DANNOBy now, I hope most of you have guessed that my previous post about Danno getting rejected from Modern Nude Magazine is completely ficticious. Not like this photograph above of Johnny heroiclly propping up anicent ruins to save Dans life.
Though I'm sure there is in fact a Modern Nude Mag somewhere in this twisted world, it does not exist on my blog.

Allow me to introduce you to the Real Dan. With clothes on.



Dan truely is the most honestly genuine guy you'll ever meet. He's also the oldest in our group of friends but you'd never know it as he acts more like a big kid most times.
He's been married to his beautiful wife, Andrea for over ten years.
(who also happens to be one of my favorite women in this world)

As I look at Dan and Andrea's marriage, it is an inspiration to me and my marriage to Kevin.
I only hope we're that happy after ten years. I'm sure we will be, Kevin will just build another addition on our house for me, and he'll conviently forget to add doors or windows! lol

Anywho...back to Danno. Again, like my previous Friends of the Day, John and Aaron, Dan was also a classmate of Kevin's while in college, so that means Dan is also an ?????????......

Engineer!!! GOOD GUESS. I knew people paid attention.

Now, Dan is a brilliant mind, and Dan likes to use his brilliant mind to analyze, reanalyze, and overanalyze many things, which most times makes for very entertaining conversation.
I've never seen Dan get angry, so when a controversial topic comes up, Dan will argue his case in the most polite and proficient way you've NEVER seen.
He'd be a key asset for a North Korean debate team!
I think Bush should add Dan to his cabinet. We'd have world peace in a matter of days due to his friendly demeanor, and in part that they'd just get sick of listenting to his rationalizations of why every country should have an Allis Chalmers Tractor.

This has been an on going joke/friendly competition between Dan and my husband ever since we bought a John Deere tractor for our lawn.
Dan is a HUGE Allis Chalmers enthusiast. For those of you unaware with the brand name, it began here in Milwaukee in the mid 1800's. They were responsible for many innovations in farming equipment. For more info on AC history go here
So Dan is a big tractor nerd who has, over the years accumulated MANY tractors that now live in his garage. I can't remember how many exactly, but I'm sure his wife would be more than happy to blog on and share the inventory list with us out of sheer hope that one of you are looking to BUY tractors!

In addition to tractors, Dan is a bit of an HOROLOGIST as well. Horology is the science of time, timekeepers (clocks, watches) and timekeeping ...and time travel. ok I made up that last one.
Dan has quite an impressive collection of clocks strewn throughout his home. I think I'd get too nervous listening to all those clocks going all day. Though I think Andrea made him turn off the Cukoo clocks.

He's also a gardner, Dan grows and cans, some of the BEST pickels and salsa I've ever tasted!

And in his spare time when he's not engineering...something, or being a gear headed-horologist while canning pickels, Dan is a great friend. AAWWE -I know.

We all participated in the Susan Komen Race for the Cure, for Breast cancer to support our dear friend Jessica, and Dan was more than happy to join once we told him that breasts all over the world would thank him!
(I've been trying to post an amazing photo to no avail, i'll get them up here later for everyone to truley appreciate the effort Dan gave in the race)

Most recently, we asked Dan to be Godfather to our daughter, Madison and we were delighted when he accepted. We know he'll be a wonderful influence to our little peanut!!!
(Imagine more cheesy photos here that will soon be posted)


So now I'd like to take the opportunity to correct a few misconceptions about Dan:

1. Country boys like Dan are timid and shy...False. After a few beers and some karaoke there's a dangerous side to be reckoned with.

2. Never underestimate a man in flannel or plaid, they're personalities go deep man.

3. Can Dan still see after he takes his glasses off?
No. Much like Dr. Bunsin Honeydew, the eyes come off with the glasses.

4. Engineers like Dan don't show their lighter side. You never hear them laugh.
False. Dan DOES laugh, at great extent, whether you want him to or not.
And chances are, if you're within a 28 mile radius of the place we're partying at you'll hear Dan laugh too!

5. You'll never see Dan in anything but jeans. This one's true folks.

6. An engineer who like tractors, clocks and gardening...definately not a hottie.
False. Dan is a good looking guy, no doubt about it, but you know, I always thought if the FAB FIVE could get their hands on Danno, Andrea would be dealing with a five alarm fire!!!!
Seriously, a little metrosexual troubleshooting and Dan would be ubersexual GQ. I used that word ubersexual again damnit

Picture Dan at the mercy of five homosexual men!

Hey! KYAN IS HOT!

So there's Dan in blogshell. I even published his post in Allis Chalmers orange for ya' Danno!
I hope you enjoyed getting to know Dan as much as I have.
Danno is a regular visitor to my blog so feel free to leave any responses for him in confidence that he will read them.

As for my next victim, I mean friend, I'm going to shift my focus onto my ladies and some "unexpected" friends. So visit back soon!

Addy's Friend of the Day Caught with Pants Down

I was all geared up to introduce you to my newest Friend of the Day, Danno. I eloquently described in elaborate detail, what a great, loving, intelligent guy he is...

UNTIL I ran out to get my latest issue of Modern Nude Magazine-----
I mean, I saw this in someone's garbarge... on my way to Bible Study and was so disgusted by the idea that I had to bring it home to burn it. Yeah, thats it.

The magazine thrives on publishing some of their latest entries and up and comming "hopefuls" and they also like to publish their rejections as well.

Looks like Danno Goodbody just wasn't good enough today.
Maybe it was the photo of you spread eagle on that horrendus orange tractor that turned them off? Though I'm just taking a wild guess here.

I personally enjoyed the artfulness and impressionism you captured in the photos where chinchillas were taking a dust bath on your newly shaven chest.
It gave me chills baby, chinchilla chills.

Here is the cover Danno strove to grace with his dashing good looks and Michaelangelo's DAVID physique.

I also posted his letter of rejection.
As we believe and teach in the modeling industry, "When the front door closes, the back door opens", just don't use YOUR back door as your cover shot!

Just for the record, Dirty Dave's got NOTHING on you!

You keep reaching for the stars Danno (the porn stars)

We're here to support you!

P.S. can you send me the name of your "WAXision" -he really did a great job in those problem areas

Calling all story tellers

Attention story tellers: I'm still looking for creative, fun people to contribute to my story,
"The Pumpkin and the Peanut Princess"

So far we have a peanut princess, a lost shoe, an apperently muted, diseased pumpkin, an orange tractor, a magical land called West Allis and the evil Circle of Death.

I want more people! Someone has to spark the creative power keg!
I promise to incorporate some of everyone's ideas!

Help me write a fairytale for my little peanut!

ADDY NEEDS....

So I stole this idea from the Mayor of Mitchieville, who apparently stole it from someone else, who originally stole it from...someone else.

It's a fun little game you can play while bored at work.
Go to GOOGLE and type your name with the word *NEEDS* after it, then press enter and see what comes up.
In my case, with my name(s) there weren't even ten for me to choose from, but oddly enough, the statements weren't too far off from being the truth for me!
HERE'S WHAT ADDY NEEDS:

Addy needs clothes for work.
Addy needs a larger base.
Addy needs more equipment to handle a large scale disaster. Hmmm
Addy needs some therepy.
Addy needs to integrate.
Addy needs rhymes.
Addy needs some more good music.
Addy meets your needs. YEAH BABY!

Here's what I got when I typed in my real name, Adrianne

Adrianne needs to move out. (you know Adrianne from Americas Next Top Model- she's living with "Peter Brady" and he asked her to move out)
Adrianne needs to have health benifits.
Adrianne passed the baby out the window.
Adrianne needs her clients to say - how I'm different.
Adrianne needs to have a somewhat wholesome show.
Adrianne needs a real estate agent.
Adrianne needs more casual appeal.
Adriane needs it to happen right away.
Adrianne needs to know more about building & enhancing websites.


Hours of fun at your fingertips, who needs board games?
Type in your name, maybe YOU do.

Addy needs a nap.

Too Many Pillows? Can there be such a thing?

My latest topic up for debate is the very controversial "throw pillow" for a bed.

Useful or merely decorative? A thing of comfort or unnecessary expense?

This war has raged between men and women since the QuaternaryPeriod, when a female placed rose petals on the gound to soften the cave floor. YES, Roses were around then. Angiosperms...the rose was one of the most durable and adaptive plants!

So how did this technique work for the female? All she got was a grunt from her mate.
And not much has changed with our species since our inception and evolution
(if you believe Darwin)
Women attempt to make the cave not only livable, but comfortable, and are thanked with nothing, except maybe a grunt - "OH."

There is nothing more inviting (and at times sexy) to me, than a big bed full of pillows just begging to be dove into. It helps set the mood in the bedroom, if that means anything to you.

My husabnd does not like all the pillows. He hates having to take them on and off of the bed.
I like the variety. Some days I want a firm pillow, some days I want a smooshy pillow.
I made sure to cover many textures and levels of firmness to accomodate for our comfort
"mood swings".

Buttery, down filled satin pillows with hand embroidery. Cool feeling, striped Damask.
Over stuffed, king sized jaquered throws. It is the perfect environment for sleeping naked!(which we do by the way - not that anyone wanted to know that)

So whats the big problem for guys to have a few extra pillows...just in case?
I guarantee the pillows will get more use than that 209 piece screwdriver set you got for christmas. Any why couldn't they come up with one more screwdriver to make it an even 210?
Silly woman, there's only so many Phillips one can have-right?

We have a Calafornia King size bed - same area as a king but it's designed 4 in narrower and 4 in longer. Kevin is tall and has big feet that would otherwise hang over the bed. So that's a lot of space I have to work with filling up!
If you just have a comforter on the bed, it ends up looking like a big Post-It note pad.

Here's a photo of my pillows to give you an idea of what I'm talking about. To date, there are nine pillows that occupy our bed. And the only one I feel is "Froo Froo" is the very front one that has a fancy flap with a tassle, and I had to get something the cats enjoyed too!

So I'd like to know what other men (and women speaking for their men) think about this.

I mean - C'mon, it's not like I've got a bunch of stuffed teddy bears and pansy covered pink ruffles all over the place. We have a leather headboard for Pete's sake!!! Which by the way, is another GREAT safety feature that doubles as fashionable.

Having all those pillows also helps on those nights you're unexpectedly awoken with an inviting caress from your man. Pillows are great leverage when you're too tired to get those legs over your head! Admidt it ladies, you know you've thought of it before!

So before you pop another Advil and claim to have a headache, maybe look into purchasing a throw pillow or two. At the very least, you'll enjoy having that in between your legs - for better sleeping posture! Perverts.

Dog Urine Lowers Heart-Attack Risk, Say Snickering Researchers

This is one of the greatest Onion articles I've read of late.

The best investigative reporting on the planet now brings us new remedies for keeping a heart- attack at bay.

"A team of researchers at Johns Hopkins University have found a link between
the consumption of dog urine and the decreased likelihood of heart attacks, team
leaders announced Tuesday in cracking, uneven voices. "

My friend, Dr. Cybela, notable veterinarian, once told me it was
impossible for dogs to have heart attacks, or was it a stroke?
Whatever.

Rex is a lover and he's willing to help keep your heart healthy, so I taught him to piss in your mouth. No bucket needed!

Obviously the reasearchers at John Hopkins are onto something SO
big, they can hardly contain their excitement.

"Our research indicates that by drinking six to eight glasses of fresh dog urine per day, individuals can reduce the risk of cardiac arrest by as much as 70 percent," said Dr. Arnold Minton, covering his mouth with his hand. "This abundantly available material contains magical cardio-fluxo-medicines that strengthen the heart's mitral chambers and help keep its four aortic corridors clear of toxins and other such harmful substances."

Here is what they advise for those at particular risk of having a heart-attack:

"Get yourself a dog, ideally a Labrador retriever, as the Ph level is optimal in this particular breed, and then train it to urinate into a bucket," Weiscz said. "Then, when the bucket is three-quarters to four-quarters full, lift it to your mouth and chug as quickly as you can."

"It's also important to yell out, 'Ah, that's some tasty dog pee!' as soon as you're done," said Minton, his chest visibly shaking. "I should know. I'm a trained medical professional."

Tuesday's announcement is believed to be the most significant medical breakthrough from the Johns Hopkins team since its 1997 discovery that a grape stuffed in the left nostril for 48 hours will lower blood pressure by 30 percent.

Look at it this way, you could be saving your own life, and your lawn will thank you too.

The Pumpkin and the Peanut

Heres a little teaser for all of you hopeful authors and illustrators out there.

I thought this was a cute idea, so I ran with it.
Sure it's a little green, but that's why we post things like this up here, to get feedback from (hopefully) individuals that know better.

So without further adu, here is the Tale of

The Pumpkin and the Peanut Princess

Once upon a time, there was a little Peanut Princess who never smiled.

Luckily, her enchanted pumpkin friend, named Mel, smiled for her.

The Peanut Princess would not smile until her missing red shoe was found.

Mel, the enchanted Pumpkin, searched, and searched the magical harvest land for the Princess's missing shoe, but found nothing.

The Princess and the Pumpkin decided to rest on a comfy bail of hay while they thought about who, just who could help them find that shoe.

Now is the fun part.

Write in your ideas for the next part of the story. I want to put this in Madison's "memory album" and whomever would like to contribute to the story is invited to share their ideas!

I'll pick my favorites and compile the "finished" story on my blog for everyone to see!

I'm looking forward to seeing your creativity!!!!

Of course it's a cheap plug for my adorable, pudge of a daughter.

You know you'd do the same thing! And if you do, I promise to write for your story - whether you want me to or not!

Friend of the Day: Johnny Dangerously

Of Course that's not his real name, this is just what he's known as, being a CIA Operative.Please take a moment to visit my previous Friends of the Day, and glimpse over that Disclaimer will ya'.

This is MY take on MY friends and any non sensical silliness that is beyond your grasp is no fault of mine!

When it comes to John, I really couldn't remember the first time I met him.

Like Aaron, John went to college with my husband and there was one night that Kevin took me over by our friends Jeff and Jessica's apartment for a group dinner

(You'll meet Jeff and Jess later) and I couldn't remember if Johnny was there or not.

I think he was, so I'll go with that time as being the first we'd met.

Correct me if I'm wrong though John.

Jonh has always been in my eyes that guy you think,

"Wow, he's really great. He'd be perfect for _insert name of a single girlfriend _"

But then I thought "Why would I do that to him?" I've never been a matchmaker, I'd been too busy looking for my match. Besides, ever since Kelly and Aaron hooked up, I take no responsibility for any of that mess. Just cause they worked out, doesn't mean everyone else would.

But John really is great. Your inquiring minds are asking Why???

Well, John is a very sucessful business owner,

yes the CEO of CHIP CONNECTION,

"For all your computer needs" - Both business and residential.

We always tell him he's got a prick for boss though.

John helped me out a few years ago with my computer needs.

I wanted to make a professional newspaper about my husband for his birthday.

I recruited all of our friends and family to become journalists, reporters and illustrators and it was John that truely helped shape the project. He came over and helped me

(for HOURS) format this paper on the computer, and then showed me how to HIDE it in the computer so Kevin couldn't accidentally come across it. The paper was awesome! Thanks John!

So for all of you guys out there that need to formulate a new way to hide your computer porn so your wives and girlfriends (in that order) can't find it...Call John!

Also, John is very worldly. He's knowledgeable and sensitive to other cultures

(except Canadians now)

John traveled to Belieze a few years ago, and it was just great to pick his brain after he came back, because Belieze was ALWAYS somewhere I wanted to go to see the rainforests.

*Only home to the Capyberra, worlds largest rodent*

And most recently, John shared a great honor with us, his most cherished friends.

John won the right to partake in our Baseball team, The Milwaukee Brewers, signature mascot "Sausage Race".

To keep it fair, he had everyone pick a number, and then, nerd that he is, had a computer program randomly select 3 numbers to determine who would be in the Sausage Race with him during the Brewer Game. Oddly enough, our two friends,Dan and Andrea

(you'll meet them later too) who happened to be married to each other, both won, and Johns

other friend Patty. I was calling her sausage patty.

They were our fantastic four, and you have to understand, with the Brewers, most people go to the game JUST to see the sausage racers.

On the left: John, Dan & Andrea gearing up for the race,

Center photo from left to right : Patty was the Hot dog, Andrea was the Brat, John was the Polish Sausage, and Dan was the Italian.

Of course John won the race! GO POLISH!!!!

There is one other race that John participates in every year. It is a bike race in Death Valley that benifits the Juvenile Diabetes Foundation.

John lives with Diabetes, and though we makes jokes sometimes, it is a very serious thing that John takes in stride.

When I say we make jokes, this goes back to a party our friends, Dan & Andrea had (again,people you'll meet very soon too) and we were all out in their yard hitting around a volleyball.
Now John is athletic when it comes to some things (drinking Guiness, or playstation) but not too much with volleyball. Well after a few times of shanking the ball, everyone started bustin' his chops about it. So I intervened and said- very theatatriclly, "Leave John alone, poor guy's a diabetic and he never learned to read!", a line I stole from the movie Waynes World.
So from then on it became a running joke that Diabetics were illiterate. Of course it was all in good fun, because we all still understood that this was a very serious disease for someone to have to live with.

Anyway, back to the bike race in Death Valley. John is raising money for the race, which is pretty serious. C'mon, how couldn't it be? Who would do a "light hearted bike ride" through DEATH VALLEY???

Here is the link for the race so any interested individuals can find out more info about the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation and how to donate for the cause
What John, and many others, are doing is so commendable. And he is still trying to reach his fundraising goal before he leaves for Death Valley on thursday 10/20/05

Plus, Johnny and I just discussed the topic of "ass implants", as he feels he'll need them for next years race. He is convinced that bike seats are carefully engineered torture devices.

So PLEASE DONATE FOR JOHN'S SORE ASS AND THE HUNDREDS OF SORE DIABETIC ASSES THAT WILL EMBARK ON THIS EPIC JOURNEY THROUGH DEATH VALLEY TO IRRADICATE THIS DISEASE THAT MILLIONS LIVE WITH UNECESSARILY.

The word is spreading like wildfire, I've even been added to a Carnival full of Badgers just itching to see who Addy's next Friend of the Day will be?

Who do YOU think it should be? Let's take a poll based sheerly on name favoritism...

Should my next Friend of the Day Be:

KEVIN?
JESSICA?
OSCAR?
SARITA?
REX?
MICHELE? spelled only with one "L" -very sexy

BLOG ON TO CAST YOU VOTE!!!!

Addy's Friend of the Day, continued

Hello All,

I am currently compiling all of the information necessary to introduce you to
Addy's next Friend of the Day!!!

My "international affairs" with our neighbors to the north have long since over kept me from fulfilling my latest endeavors on this blog.

Please visit back soon and get to know my world through your own eyes.

Volleyblogging update

So last night we played the first place team in our league. Luckily, we had a full team, and for the most part, we held our own against them that otherwise thought they had an easy win comming.

We still lost. But there were moments we caught them off guard.
Some of our confidence may be due in part to the fact that we were able to practice before we played.
I set up hitting lines, and we practiced serving, and I'm positive that made difference going into our match.
I had one or two awesome kills, and Andrea STUFFED their best hitter in the second game.

Completely shut her down! Way to go Andrea!!!!!!

As our ref advised us after the match, we need to get in a mind frame of setting up our hitters so we can stay in control of our game.
Not just hitting the ball over any old way because it's the third hit. Our passing NEEDS to improve (and we're not even close to having a libero) and most importantly, we need someone to step up and PLAY the setters position for us to take advantage of our opponents.

Kim is a lefty, and we need our setters to realize that she needs her sets in a different spot than the rest of us for Kim to use her hitting to it's greatest potential.

We are comming along nicely...a little frustrating at times but comming along none the less.
I gave all the girls a little "volleyball" pin in hopes it would promote team unity, they're the same ones you get in highschool before you recieve your Major Letter in that sport.

So I now shift my focus to next week, and lets hope those little pins bring some extra magic to our team, because I am forecasting at least ONE more win in this league before it's over.
Otherwise I'm letting the Canadians invade us.

South Park Was Right - Again

As I was signing off of my blog, I accidentally hit the "next blog" sign and it randomly took me to a blog intitled "Mitchieville"
An apparently angry Canadian that had a mouthload to say in a rather short blog entry. Basically, he feels the need for Canada to attack the US to rid the world of President Bush's actions, that are endangering not only our natural resources, but our people too.

Sometime's it's hard for me to guage a persons level of seriousness when it comes to writing their thoughts and feelings in anything less than a professional manner.

Nevertheless, his words disturbed me, as I'm sure he hoped they would.
I replied to his blog and sent the link to my husband and to Aaron.
Kevin told me to report the idiot, but I'm not sure it's that serious. It was just strange, the feeling that came over me when I saw...in print, that someone wanted to take measures to attack our country, no matter how serious he was.

In the movie SOUTH PARK, BIGGER, LONGER, and UNCUT, the South Park boys are trying to save Canadian born actors Terrance and Phillp from the US as the two countries waged war. One of the title songs that I just LOVED was called "Blame Canada" and when I figure out how to link audio clips on here I'll put it up for everyone. My point is that it just seemed dumb at the time to think of Canada and the US at war.
But people are people and we did have North vs South at one point in our own history, so why not Really North vs South.

C'mon. I mean, they have Celine Dion and Dana Carvey, what more can you ask for?!!

But this just gets back to my previous entry of Green Dependant Demublicans. Other countries hate us for the freedoms we have and for the infamous leaders in government that represent us.
I'm positive there are people in Iraq that we'd enjoy kicking back with, having a beer during a Packer game, but we've been conditioned to see them as terrorists. Do our leaders really care that other countries despise us because of our arrogant, wasteful ways?
I love this country, and I can't imagine living anywhere else...

But maybe thats part of the problem.

As for my new Canadian "friend", he openly admitted to being a die hard Packers fan.
Go figure.
I think he may need a few more blog visitors from his neighbors to the south just to straighten out his thought process.
In the meantime, I'm gonna get my copy of South Park, put it on my computer and send it to my Maple Leaf blogger.

If I am not back in ten minutes, make the sound of a dying giraffe to alarm the others of danger

Addy's Friend of the Day: Kelly

Disclaimer (again): No permission was granted by the "Friend of the Day" to use their image or personal information for the entertainment of the occasional visitors of this blog. The owner of this blog pinkie swears that no "truly personal" information will be shared out of respect for those individuals discussed and out of fear that I will become their next target.

Kelly, Kelly, where do I begin? Well let's take a quantum leap back to the year 1989 shall we. My mom, my brothers and I had just moved in with my moms boyfriend, Dan (and not the Dan that responds to this blog either) and I had absolutely no friends. One day I met a little girl about five years old and while she was a girl to play with, she was still five, so that wasn't very much fun. I got to know the little girl, named Jackie, and her grandma whom Jackie was always there to visit, when Jackie's g-ma told me that she had ANOTHER granddaughter my age named Kelly. I was ecstatic!
So Kelly and I have been friends ever since. The End. Thanks for visiting! Yeah right, this friendship story has more twists and turns than the cast of 90210 merged with Melrose Place, wrapped in a Days of Our Lives blanket, with an X Files undertone and Boogie Nights highlights!

Kelly and me on my day of submission...the Dredding Day, I mean Wedding Day. :) Oddly enough, Kelly is a blonde, and has been most of her life, but for my wedding she decided to go brunette, and it worked for her!

To summarize much of our friendship as children, we did what most girls did. Hung out together, talked about boys, kissed the same boys (Ruben), wore really bad clothes,
(Kelly was in this "Troll Doll" phase. Does any one remember those nasty little things? Naked, fat, with crazy ass Don King like neon hair, and a lucky gem embedded in their tubby gut) Kelly wore these Troll Doll shirts ALL the time that said "AWESOME" or "2 Bodacious 4 U" or some shit. *just a side note...I am laughing so hard right now Kelly, my keyboard is wet with tears
We had really bad hair styles, man - the heights my hair reached! You know, your typical preteen stuff in the late 80's early 90's.
We looked ridiculous but thought we were the cats ass!

Though we had a typical friendship that kept us together, Kelly and I went through, saw, and first handedly experienced things that no child should ever have to go through or see.
Like I vowed in my disclaimer, I will not discuss any trulely personal info about my friend of the day because I respect their privacy, but speaking for myself, I can say that growing up in an abusive, alcoholic home, or household I should say because the word HOME means so much more to me now, but being in a household under those living conditions- is no way to live.
Kelly was one of the main reasons I ever got through it.

Once we became teenagers, the flood gates were opened and out we came like roaring thunder. Now, neither one of us ever got into drugs or alcohol, I mean a sip here or there but it seems that children really do sometimes learn from their parents mistakes, and know not to make them for themselves. Though other mistakes I'm sure my mom never made was getting into a car with complete strangers, Kelly and I did that pretty often. Hey! It was a long ass walk from our house to Southgate's movie theater! -Especially in the heat of summer, so when some weird little mexican guys rolled up saying they were going to the mall too, we just tagged along for the ride! Looking back on it now...probably not such a good idea! Amazingly nothing ever happened to us.

High School didn't work out so well for me, at least once I transferred to Milwaukee Tech. If it wasn't for me playing volleyball for school, and my boyfriend Chad, I would've stopped going long before.
For all of you Vikings fans out there, I went to school with Mike Bennett (however it's spelled) and I'm thinking of starting up a blog just for people that hate him, so if anyone is interested, let me know!
Anyway, highschool sucked, so most of my days were spent on a bus going to and from Kelly's many places of living. So the days that Kelly was actually in school, I hung out at her house...with her mom...cleaning - or watching HBO. Pretty sad, I know. But then, Kelly and I would spend HOURS getting ready on Wednesday nights, (yes I'm going to say it Kelly) to go to JackJammers! WOOHOO! WOOP! WOOP! They had an underage night at that dance club, that we would somehow manage to stay for once they started serving alcohol after 11pm.
Good Times. Afterwards, we would routinely visit Pick N Save and purchase Strawberry Milk and Cheesecurds to tide us over while we had that LONG LONG wait for the bus back to the hood, that was, only if we didn't get a ride home from someone!

Like most personalities that spend entirely too much time together, we had our falling outs and times we didn't speak to each other for a while, but like a boomerang you'd purchase at seven mile fair expecting it not to come back, it does. Somehow, we mended our relationship, and moved forward.

We've been together through a lot as I've mentioned. I even took Kelly to Prom with me
(Chad wasn't so happy but oh well) And growing up on the south side of Milwaukee, we were even jumped. Correction. I was punched in the face, Kelly was unscaved. I still believe that chick broke my nose, I've got the lovely bump to prove it, of course I've taken a couple hits in the mush since then- from playing volleyball with men.
Anyway, we've both survived crazy, crazy boyfriends, all of whom Kelly hated
(not that hers were spectacular either) but I thinkKelly was FINALLY ok with this last one- that I ended up marrying...I do remember a warning from Kelly though.
We've also been through loosing pets together, definitely tougher than loosing the boyfriends. Actually my one dog, Sassy, is a product of my friendship with Kelly.
My dad and I were dogsitting for Buffy, Kelly's mom's dog, while Kelly's mom was, uh, well lets just say gone.
I remember asking Kelly "Is Buffy pregnant?" "Nooo" Kelly replied. Couple weeks later, we have puppies in our bathroom!
Well, Sassy won my heart and has been with me ever since. Actually her birthday is coming up, October 16th (1996).
Kelly was there for me while I was getting married, and when had my son, and then 16 months later when I had my daughter!!! I'm having labor pains just thinking about it!
And when I lost my mom just a little over a year ago, Kelly was really the only one that I think truly understood what I was going through. Due to the fact that she was there with me when I was a scared little girl when my mom and Dan (my step dad) wouldn't come home from the bar, and I was all alone, though it actually got worse when they finally did come home.
Kelly had lived through all of those terrifying moments with me, but she also understood that I still loved my mom despite her disease.

I could go on and on about our friendship, but I'd lose all other creative juices to focus on my new Friend of the Day!

As the saying goes, you're lucky if you have one or two true friends throughout your life, and strange as she may be, Kelly has always been my friend.
Now I'm just waiting for her to catch up on the milestones of life (getting punched in the nose, getting hitched, having little Kellys) so I can laugh at her like she laughs at me!

Want to know more about Kelly, or tell Aaron what a great girl he has,
blog on to http://sub2change.blogspot.com

And visit back later to see who my Friend of the Day will be today!

A mothers nerves

So I'm sitting here waiting for the physical therapist that is going to come and evaluate my son at 4:00 today. Both of my children are sleeping peacefully - finally, and I can't even resume cleaning my house like I told my husband I would because I'm so nervous for what the PT might say about Vinny.

See, Mr. Vinny will be 2 in November and still has not taken the leap to walk on his own yet. He'll walk along furniture, or push a chair around the room but won't let go and do it HIMSELF.
Some people say he's perfectly fine, and will do it when he's ready since the motor skills are apparently there. Others have worried me by saying that something may not be connecting in his brain that will allow him to walk independantly.

I think he's just stubborn and lazy like his mumma! : )

But I'm sitting here bouncing my knee up and down at roughly the speed of a supercharged Vespa because the mom in me wants everything to be ok with her little boy.

Maybe by getting this off of my chest, I can get back to work around the house so my hubby doesn't give me that "what did you do all day?" look when he comes home.

Lets hope the therapist works some magic and the next time I write about this will be to say Mr. Vinny is dancing in a chorus line.

P.S. If any of you out there have dealt with a similar situation with your children or children you know, please put my mind at ease and share your experience with me, cause at times, I really feel alone in how to deal with this.

Addy's Friend of the Day

So I've decided to dedicate my latest blog entries to a friend a day.
New day, new friend!
In other words, this should be done by next week. So hang in there and visit daily to see who Addy's Friend of the Day is.

Disclaimer: No permission was granted by the "friend of the day" to use their image or personal information for the entertainment of the occasional visitors of this blog. The owner of this blog pinkie swears that no "truely personal" information will be shared out of respect for those individuals discussed and out of fear that I will become their next target.

AARON

I've chosen to honor Aaron as my first "Friend of the Day" since he's the one that got me started on blogging. Plus, like any good author knows, you always introduce the most complex and strange characters first to intice the reader to keep reading.

Aaron was the first of my husbands friends that I met when Kevin and I started dating. I don't remember why Aaron came over to the house, but when he did, Kevin felt the need to take a shower at that exact moment (of course) so a quick introduction was made and then Kevin left us alone so he could go shower. Now, I've seen some pretty good "movies" that begin like this, but don't get the wrong idea yet, this is Aaron I'm talking about.

For the next 20 minutes or so, Aaron and I made small talk about the electrical outlet on the wall, something I thought was completely strange, until I got to know that, "that's just Aaron".
Throughout the years, he has surprised me many many times, and not the way you'd think either. Pictures like the one of him above are to be expected, but what most people wouldn't expect is that he's super intelligent too, and not just the pretty face you see here.

Once I found out he was an electrical engineer, like Kevin and that they went to college together, that whole outlet conversation began to make sense to me. Then I thought he was a typical engineer dork with no sense of humor, and I was half right.
Aaron is pretty funny, but you have to get past the sarcasim and receeding hairline to truely understand his humor. It is riddled with political undertones and intellectual jargon that goes right over most people's heads. Good thing I'm an educated, washed up model otherwise I'd be lost in Aaron's world.

Another thing that most people wouldn't get from Aarons Blog

is that he has a heart of gold. When Kevin and I were getting married, we didn't have enough money to hire a photographer and a videographer. And I also didn't have enough girlfriends to stand up to company with all of Kevin's buddies. Plus I figured we'd never get Aaron to drop $130.00 for a tux, so we lovingly asked him if he would record the ceremony for us.
Aaron went above and beyond the call of duty!!!! He gave us the most awesome video that we'd never get from anyone we could've hired. It had footage from early in the day when us girls were getting "primped and propered" (in fact Aaron forgoed the golf outing with the guys that morning to take me, my mom and Kelly, my maid of honor out to Mequon to get ready for the big day) and footage of, lets just say- things Kevin and I wouldn't have gotten to see during our hectic day. He mixed in songs and "special Aaron effects" and completely blew us away with his finished product.
He really surprised us with all of the work he put into" just recording our wedding ceremony", and we'll never forget it. So if you're looking for an amature videographer to cover your next event...Aaron's your man!

Also, don't believe this harsh exterior that Aaron comes off as having. He really is a softie.
I may be destroying the image that his three blog visitors have come to know and despise, but it's true. When my son was born, Aaron was hesitant to hold Vinny, but finally did, and now I look forward to seeing Aaron teach Vinny all about Red Dwarf and the Cold War. *sniff*sniff* LOL

And in reference to a recent blog entry Aaron made about the Marquette interchange construction and how he's driven through New York traffic and it wasn't as bad as Milwaukee...
yeah, I was there with him and Kelly, and let me tell you...HE WAS A WRECK! Kelly and I were making him so nervous while he was driving.
For instance, we were at a stop light and I was trying to snap as many pictures of MACYS on fifth avenue as humanly possiable when Kelly and I noticed a police officer on the corner. During our LONG and BORING drive to NY, I made up a sign to share with neighboring cars that read "Boxers or Breifs???" and Kelly and I were planning on rolling down the window, and asking the officer (in a NY accent)
"Eh! How You Doin'?" then showing him the boxers or briefs sign. Aaron was frantic saying, "I'm not getting arrested in NY because you two want to be stupid!!!!".
Needless to say, you had to be there, but Kelly and I were dying from laughter.

In closing, Aaron is a well rounded individual that provides a group of friends with all of the ammo they need to have a great time on his account.
He's also a stellar guy that I would've tuned in to AM620 to listen to bash West Allis and defend our presidents actions. Thats Friendship.
Hope I haven't disappointed you Aaron. And for those of you who want to know more about My Friend of the Day, Aaron. Blog on to http://www.sub2change.blogspot.com and tell him what you read here.
As for tomorrow...Aaron's Domestic Partner KELLY will be my Friend of the Day.

Believe me, you DON'T want to miss this one! Neither will Aaron, he may learn a few things.

Volleyball Blues

This would be me begging Olympic Gold Medalist, Kerri Walsh to sub in on our team. So she gave me her contact info and said when she's in town to give ger a call and we'd have another outside hitter!

When I began my blog, I wrote about my first volleyball game of the season and how we lost two out of three games to a deaf team. Well, since that ONE win, there hasn't been another. That was four weeks ago, and I gotta tell ya' I'm startin' to get a little down.
I LOVE playing volleyball, and I love to play competitively, but our team is in way over our heads in this league.
And the sad thing is, it's really not that difficult of play, it's just very organized.
I don't know what we can do.
I'm a very vocal player, probably from playing organized ball in high school and a little in college. So if you're familiar with the sport of volleyball, you'll sympathize with me when I say I'm yelling, "TIP!!! DUMP!!!! ANGLE ANGLE!!!!!! LINE!!!! IT'S GOOD!!!!!!" and we just can't get anything done.
We have talented individuals on our team, with some height to boot, but we haven't mastered using what each of us are good at to better our team as a whole.
That thought process of, "she's a good setter and she's a good hitter, let's put them next to each other" does not exist on this team.
I've been trying to be more upbeat when were down by 11 points in a game, though I feel like screaming, I know it doesn't help team morale. I try to see that we're still pretty new at playing together, and one of our girls doesn't seem that she's EVER played at all. It's ok Kim, we'll forgive you for recruiting her.
It's just frustrating when you KNOW you're better than you're performing (like the Packers).

I'm hoping that by the end of this season, everyone will walk away with greater ability to utilize their skills. That would be the greatest accomplishment.

Winning ain't everything, but then why does it suck so much to lose?
cue the harmonica cause I got the volleyball blues.

Green Dependant Demublicans

Most of the blogs I've visited have A very similar focus, politics.

This is and always has been a topic of debate for many people that can never be resolved. Maybe it's just the stereotypical woman in me that doesn't understand politics

(Yeah, i said it - you're welcome Aaron) but I could give a wombats ass about arguing with some stranger about a politician or bill that I'll never know the FULL truth about anyway!

It's not that I stick my head in the sand and pretend not to notice that our little home planet is crumbling beneath us, or above us for my Aussie friends! It's very difficult for me to "Settle" with the information I'm provided (or brainwashed) with from major media groups.

My dad HATES Bush, he truely is convinced that man is the antichrist. True as that may be, my husband is a republican, supports the president, and is in the military on top of this. Any ammo my father provides me with against our fair leader is more or less wasted because Kevin and I do not debate politics. Why? There are so many other things for married people to argue about.

Besides, I feel they're all the same when you come right down to it.

Democrat, Republican, Independant, Green, and Bob Dole...all the same. A bunch of multimillionares telling us what the MAJORITY wants to hear. In Bush's case, he doesn't even give a shit about the majority, but he sold the rest of the simps on his "down home boyish charm".

Earnest had down home boyish charm, and though he saved Christmas, I wouldn't vote for him to be President!

Now this may sound Michael Moore - ish, but do we ever really know what the truth is?

Can we ever be sure that we're not just the oysters in Alice and Wonderland being led by the quick witted Walrus, only to be shucked and devoured by our own ignorance? If you don't know what I'm talking about, you should watch the movie again. Some feel that scene is in reference to organized religion, but I feel it applies to many things in life, especially politics.

How do we know if our leaders have our best interests at heart?

Ask the families of troops overseas and I'm sure you'll hear a different story.

Now, I'm not a die hard democrat. Like I said before, I feel they're all the same once they get to that level of wealth and experience. You can only hope the guy (or girl) that gets in hits on some of the actions that can better your life as a tax paying citizen. I'm liberal on some issues, and I'm conservative on others. I won't get into what they are for better sake of an arguement.

I've never agreed with individuals that make up their mind based soley on political lines. "Democrats are a**holes!" "Republicans are a**holes!"

Anyone that makes up their mind without forming their own opinion from the facts presented to them are a**holes.

Siding with the party that represents big business and money, will not make you big business with money.

The only ones really MAKING money are the politicians, even Bill Gates has to answer to them. Of course Bush probably refers to him as Mr. Gates and autographs his tax return, but non the less...

They should merge all the parties into the clever name that I,

as I'm sure others have thought of before,

"The Green Dependant Demublicans" because they're all dependant on the GREEN. Money.

They want to take God out of our schools and government, but will they take the phrase "In God We Trust" off of our money?

Of course not because that's what they worship!

Okay, I'm putting my soapbox away. I just wanted to fit in with the rest of my fellow bloggers and get off on a personal political rant.

I'd much rather read a blog about an individual's life and daily activities versus the deabte rooms that dominate much of the

"e space" available. Tell me something I can't get from CNN, then I'm interested.

I guess I'm with Mulder and Scully in my continuing search for the truth.

I think we should just get all of the fears and prejudices out of the way and elect a Black, Lesbian, Jewish Woman in 2008, who also had an affair with a member of the Taliban in the Linclon bedroom under the Bush Administration.

They've got MY vote!

Hilliary's got some work to do.