I hope you caught it. Leno was hilarious tonight. The superbowl guy had me laughing out loud. Celine Dion told him, “You go, girl” when asked if he could become a diva too. He gave a hug to Michelle Sparks with the line “If I put my arms around you, would you call me for holding?” Madden did not look happy to hear the same thing. He hit on some Raiderettes, which was priceless. The guy was just great.

Then he had a Bush impersonator that was dead on. The guy was so funny that Leno had to keep from laughing. I’m starting to think that the skits are funnier than Leno’s monologue where he basically points out how dumb Americans are. The telling line was when Leno said “What are we gonna call it the new war?” There was no doubt in his mind that we were going to war, none in mine either. The hawks in the White House are winning. Even Powell is bowing to them.

Heather Graham was very dull. She looks good, but I got sick of hearing her Yoga talk. What a fruit cake, or in her case, fruit soup head.

Keyshawn and Brad Johnson brought up the rear though. They were funny. I hoped they would continue to do Jon Gruden impressions, but they didn’t. Oh well. Maybe I’ll tune into some more Leno. He’s not so funny, but some of those other people are.

This morning at about 3:30 AM, Yara and I got pulled over by the cops. I was taking Yara to the hospital for her 24 hour call. Somehow, I managed to rouse myself at such an ungodly hour. Apparently, I wasn’t driving too good.

The car behind me pulled right behind me. The streets were virtually empty. I thought, “Damn, why don’t they just pass me.” I flipped the rear-view to block the glare of the headlights. Then a blue and white explosion of light told me that this morning wasn’t going to be good. I pulled over to the side and Yara proceeded to panic. She was going to be late at a new hospital. I was worried about where I stuck that insurance card. “Oh well, better not make any sudden moves,” I thought to myself. “Bet he’d love to shoot an Asian.”

He took our ids and asked me how long my front headlight has been out. I noticed it two days ago and told him. Yara put in that she was a medical student. Apparently that’s secret white folk talk for “I’m part of the inner circle. It’s okay, he’s mine”. He went back to his car to check our licenses and to see if Yara’s dues were paid up. Fortunately, they were. He gave us back our ids and told me to get that light fixed.

I stopped by Auto Zone this afternoon before dark. Yara wouldn’t be riding with me tonight.

I got two of those little four legged menaces in two nights of trapping. It was exciting work. Each day brought the thrill of victory as I saw my quarry quickened underneath Victory’s spring powered arm. After my first kill, the pest control guy called to ask me if I needed help. I informed him of my success and he simply offered me advice. Obviously, he knew the situation was in good hands and any involvement would simply be a waste of time.

The pest control guy gave me these tips:
1. Take away the food source. The will leave once that food is unavailable to them.
2. Keep traps out and armed after they “leave”. Sometimes rats and mice like to come back to their old haunts. Show them that they still aren’t welcome.
3. Make the trap super deadly. Tie a cotton ball with some thread to the underside of the mousetrap lever. Dab peanutbutter onto the ball. Those dumb rats will be forced to grab the ball and set off the lever. This also ensures a quick and painless death. An unfortunate side effect…

So, for the past two nights, I haven’t heard any rapid footsteps save those of the cat’s. The coast seems clear for now, but I will maintain my vigilance. Always listening, always ready.

Just wanted to let anyone who cared know that I’ve been watching what I’ve been eating and I’ve lost about 5 pounds. I think this is because I’ve started keeping an eating journal. Conciously thinking about what I am eating has really helped me cut down on my snacking and to consider what I am going to eat. It also helps me see what foods make me feel bad the next day. I just turned an pocket appointment calendar from Barnes and Noble into my journal. It cost me $8 and doesn’t have cats or women in leotards on the front. Just glittery purple.

My goal was to get to 185 lbs by the end of January. This morning I weighed in at 184.6 and 22.9% body fat. Thanks Tanita!

By the end of February, I hope to drop to 180. Go me!

For the past few months, my girlfriend and I have been hearing the pitter patter of little footsteps in our dreams. No, sorry folks, no children on the way. It’s a mouse. Or possible many mice.

It started this winter. We would hear something that sounded like animals running around on the roof. I once saw two of the neighborhood cats fighting on our roof, so I just figured our roof was a happening place. After we heard scurrying behind some of the walls, we know that they must be under our roof. They haven’t come out into the house area, because I think that they fear our fearless cat. Not that I think she would kill them, she’d probably ignore them after not being able to catch them. She doesn’t like to chase things, except when they are presented just the right way. She’s picky like that.

If you want to read more about vermin, feel free…
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