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I'm Going To Be Some Kid's Mentor. Look Out.
As I mentioned once before, I'm applying to the Big Brother/Big Sister program. Some people who know me would probably be surprised to hear this, because, well... a lot of people think I hate kids.

That's not true, really. I don't ever want to HAVE kids, and I don't have the largest supply of patience in America, but I really like kids. In short doses. They're fun, and they don't care how loud you are or if you just eat candy for lunch.

At a Chamber lunch a few months ago, I heard several testimonies for the BB/BS program, and it pretty much sold me. I've been wanting to volunteer for a while now, and this is a good program for me because the time commitments are flexible. So I applied.

Well, the woman sounded really interested in me, but she has to meet me, of course. IN MY HOUSE. Shit.

Neal and I have been following a pretty irresponsible, disgusting system of housekeeping since we moved. See, we've got this ongoing painting project. (And I actually painted this weekend, instead of laying around and talking about painting, hoping that the cat would hear me and put on her overalls and starting using the roller and pan that are sitting out for her.) Regardless, we've been in sort of a bad, messy cycle - we don't want to fully unpack, because we'll just have to move everything when we paint around it. But jeez, unpacking half way = big, horrible jumble of crap everywhere you look and step.

It's bad, people.

So I painted with new friend Shawn on Saturday, and Sunday was "Get All This Shit Off The Floor Before We Trip And Break Our Heads" Day. So we cleaned. And cleaned. I thought about the lady coming over, and started getting all June-Cleaver-ish, like I need to present some perfect home for her to see. So I'm hiding the liquor, lest she think we're drunks with no business being responsible for children.

Neal: "Honey, she DOES know we're 21."

Me: "Oh, yeah. Heh."

This weekend was pretty fun. We exchanged Christmas presents after work Friday. Yeah, we're a little late. I got a Handspring Visor, and IT IS SO COOL. It has a "To Do List" section, and I've been plugging my every potential action into it.

Sitting in restaurant, waiting for food.

Me: "Hey, look! 'Eat brunch' is at the top of my To-Do list. I'm so responsible and timely."

Neal: "Did you really type 'Eat brunch' into your To-Do list?"

Me: "Yeah, look!"

Neal: "I'm glad you like what I got you, but you are really weird."

Me: "Time to add the next item to my list! 'Tell Neal to kiss my ass.' There. Kiss my ass."

Neal: "You need help."

Me: "I know."

Friday night, we went out to dinner, talked about going dancing, then passed out and slept for 12 hours. Then it was paint time. We took Shawn to dinner Saturday night for helping us out. Then it was off to the bar for drinking and dancing. I could not win a game of pool to save my life. We got a free cab ride home because we split it with some drunk girl, and she paid. Score!

Then we got up and ate brunch and went to the beach for a bit. Then it was time for the cleaning marathon. We're close, people. My apartment is starting to look like an actual apartment, instead of the inside of Oscar's can. I'm leaving work early today to try and finish it up. I need to hide the porn.

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