Club Brown

Finally it is Friday. This has been a long week.
I woke up this morning thinking about my Grandma Branham.
I need to call her today. I love my Grandma.
And what is aggravating for like the last two days Leona Lewis’ Bleeding Love, or the chorus of the song has been running around in my head.
Baby check up went fine yesterday. Mexi-Melt’s Dr. is cool but he is one of these ok let’s see how fast we can do this kind of guys. Maybe that is why she likes him. I am the kind of guy thought I need to be conversation-ed and coddled by the warm BS of chit chat at my caregiver visits. No such luck with this guy.
Eli, Corri and I went to the This American Life deal last night. We had some technical difffff.. Yeah the “live” event started with out a hitch and then the bulb went out in the theater and then they fixed that and the V-hold was off so I was getting sick because the screen chasing itself. Then they backed the whole deal up so we could re-watch all we had missed making it not live. It was like watching network television “live” or “as live as it gets” since Janet Jackson showed us her chesticle during the Super Bowl. You know and the bad part about that? I missed it. I Daine, hater of all sports loved by most Americans was actually in a room, watching the game with others. Looked down to get a freaking nacho and missed the whole wardrobe malfunction. I kept waiting for them to Re-show it in slow motion, like an instant replay. In case you missed it folks, check out this attention grabbing tackle. NOPE, No human growth hormone there, and there probably should have been.
Ok Ok I’m going to stop talking about this.
Keep keep bleeding I keep keep bleeding love I keep bleeding keep keep bleeding love…Bleeding Love