i have to prove i'm not contagious

to those darn swiss before they'll let me in.

so that's why i was at the doctor yesterday getting a physical. i am so glad i decided to wear make up because i met the love of my life (this happens to me on a weekly basis).

the nurse (man) was a sight to see. scrumptious.

he was really flirty and i tried to be, too, but it's hard to flirt with a guy who knows your exact weight and carries around some of your pee in a cup.

that's a good question

b and i were at home watching some tv (probably criminal minds)

b: hey, pagene, do you have any clear nail polish i can borrow?

me: no.

b: how about some hairspray?

me: sorry, b.

b: GEEZ! what kind of girl ARE you?



that's a good question, b, but i think a better question is: WHY DOES MY BROTHER NEED NAIL POLISH AND HAIRSPRAY?

i think i'm mad at CAKE

they didn't write to me!

but they DID write to my well-meaning, meddling aunt who sent them this message and copied the blog post, which means they got the same message twice:

Dear Cake,

My niece loves you. She wrote about you on her blog. She seems to miss you on tour almost every time you come here. I thought you might like her blog entry about you.

Thanks,
Sweetpagene's Aunt.


here's what they had to say to HER:

Aimee,
Darn! That didn't work out too well for her. Maybe we'll play in Zurich some time soon.
Those were nice words she wrote. Tell her we appreciated them.
Best,
Vince and Cake


so, while i nearly passed out from excitement that they responded, i was annoyed that they didn't respond to MY plea! "TELL HER we appreciated them." tell me yourself, dumb CAKE!!! (aimee, please don't send them that)

but i am holding them to zurich. maybe by the time they come, my feelings won't be so hurt.

first it was hungry jack's, then it was royal's day old

a few years ago, my brother, corey, got married in australia (to a kangaroo). just kidding, he married a human girl. we made a family vacation extravaganza out of it and we all headed down under to spread some of our small town redneckness around the greater sydney area. we loved australia, but not for its beautiful beaches or rich aboriginal culture or unique wildlife. we loved it for its plethora of hungry jack's restaurants, home of the 39 cent soft serve cone. they were huge! they were cheap! being tightwad ice cream lovers, this was right up our alley! one day i was with my dad and my two other brothers, b and matty, when my dad had a flash of brilliance: why don't we just eat hungry jack's all day today? although it sounded like an idea a 6 year old would have, we all jumped on board. and we did it. we each ate about 8 hungry jack's cones that day. we even kept eating when it started to pour rain on us and our fingers were frozen from holding our cones in the rain. it was a great day.

so this weekend i went with my dad "down south" as we say. it was a family work project on my grama's house and i figured the trip would make some nice bonding time with my dad. i didn't know it, but my cousin, micha, would be accompanying us on the way down. she is a cute little eight year old (as if i don't spend enough time with cute little eight year olds...and some not so cute eight year olds) and by the time we ended the 4 hour drive i had discovered the following things: the name of every single person in micha's class, exactly which times tables she knows, and that she is REALLY good at the quiet game.

on the way home my dad had another flash of brilliance. why don't we buy some doughnuts for dinner? so we did. they were day old (cheap). and filled. and huge. and gooey. we got a jug of milk to wash down our doughnuts. and while we drove, we ate. we ate until we had sugar headaches. when the headaches wore off, we had more. then we had another for dessert. all while fondly recalling that glorious rainy day in sydney. it's those moments of family bonding that stay in your memory (and digestive tract) forever.

this will be a short post

because i am practicing brevity.

*CAKE has still not responded to my email. but i'll give them a whole week before my heart breaks.

*b has turned out to be a great roommate so far. except for the times when he walks around in his underwear. i hate those times.

*i have started on a detox plan to help overcome my addiction to greasy mexican food. i realized i had a problem when i ate at rancherito's three days in a row and was anticipating a fourth. i don't know what they put in those super nachos, but it is highly addicting. guacamole laced with cocaine is my guess.

i hope this works

dear CAKE,

i have been waiting for you to return to my city for the last 4 years. i dutifully check the tour page of your website every day, in hopes that my city has been added to the itinerary. in my heart of hearts i never expected the page to change, but a fool in love can't give up hope. imagine my joy when, today, i saw that my favorite band had finally decided to grace us with their presence after a melancholy 4 years of waiting! were my eyes playing tricks on me? NO! FINALLY! the years of persistence and patience are paying off. all my hopes and dreams were about to be realized!! alas, you can probably also imagine the pain that shot through my heart when I remembered that the day of the concert is the exact day that I move to switzerland for the year. oh, the despair! oh, the anguish! how can i get on that plane, knowing that my only true source of happiness will play a show without me? how can i head to the land of cowbells and yodeling and leave behind the sweet harmonies of vince's trumpet mingled with the monotonous irony of john's voice? i can't. so my question to you is this: what will it take to convince you to stop by my town just one day earlier and do one more show so that I can leave u.s. soil with no regrets and start my swiss adventure out right? i am desperate. thank you. hope to see you soon.


sweetpagene