The Daily Derenger

9/04/2003

Check out the journal. It's been an action-packed last few games at Wrigley Field.

Here's something quick. Alyssa Milano was on Jay Leno last night. WOW! It doesn't get much better than her. I had her Bop and Tiger Beat pics up all over my room in grade school.

She now has short hair and still looks as hot as all hell. She dated Justin Timberlake a few months ago. How bad does that guy have it? From Brittney Spears to Alyssa Milano.

I need to get into a boy band. Off to make that happen. Wish me luck.

9/01/2003

My family had a Labor Day cookout at my mom's. I caught the tail-end of it just in time to do the dishes.

Ours are the same all them time. People help my mom clean by shoving shit into boxes, opening up walkways through the house. Then mom needs something later in the day and can't find where people have put her shit. She curses herself for not knowing its where-abouts and then has a small piece of cake. Hours later people are cursing themselves for having a second helping of beans. Usually the people sitting nearby are cursing them, too.

Sometimes they play cards, but most of the time is spent just eating and talking. Tonight they sat around and compared blood-sugar levels. My mom and all 4 of her sisters are diabetic. They trade methods of shot-insertion as well as the best sugar-free desserts.

My family has always been out of shape, but now they are old. Some are in wheelchairs, others use walkers and most need canes to get around. It's gone from a regular cookout to a shut-in convention. Instead of being the next one immobilized, I do the dishes and am told that I don't know how to load a dishwasher. As if it were some vital ability to have.

Weight has also been a major concern in our family. Not trying to manage it, but trying to guess what certain people weigh. "Hello" or "how are you doing" usually comes after "man, how much do you weigh now?" Priorities are simply different when my family gets together.