sLeePy PoSSuM gOAt ROasT jAMborEE

Thanks for the electronic card, it was very sweet. I might have to mail you a hug.

I'm getting pretty excited about starting a new job in a new city. It's strange, though. Even though I am very happy (very happy) about the new job in Souf Cackalacka, and I am even more happy about having the chance to live in Greenville, even for only a few months, I think it still has not sunk in yet that I won't be here anymore. To go out there, and do that, means I won't be here. Now, don't get me wrong: I am glad to leave West Tennessee. Except for Memphis, which I love, West Tenn has never done much for me. I don't know if it's the geography, which is a bit too flat for my liking, or if it's just that this part of Tennessee is so incredibly boring, but I have not loved living here. I don't feel much more connected to this place than when Chauntelle and Rachel and I first came here 5 years ago. It never has spoken to me, not really. So, why is it so hard to believe that we're leaving soon? I don't really know. I guess I grew so accustomed to the boring flatness of the area and the unpleasant shittiness of my job that I began to think we might never leave or do anything different. So, my brain knows we are headed east, and my brain is happy. But deep down, I'm not going to believe it until about midway through week 2. And I'm not going to really believe until later on, when Chauntelle and I empty out the moving van at our new apartment and then celebrate over pulled pork and ribs at Henry's Smokehouse on Wade Hampton Blvd.

To the Goat Roast. Please don't bogart the sippin jar.

I sure do wish I had something interesting to say, but I just plain don't. I shore do like me some pie in my mouth hole. I shore do like me some sheep meat in my mouth hole too.

I like me 'em rolley coasters a big bunch too. I like when you go up 'at big ole hill and then you go back down a big ole hill and you go thu some tunnels and get yer pitcher took by one a 'em pitcher takin mo-chines. I like me some free Pespi in my mouth hole. I shore like me some Pespi.

I like fried tater and may-naze. I shore like me some may-naze in my mouth hole.

I like 'em shoes you got on. I shore like 'em shiny shoes.

I'm just testing out my new-found power to post on the Goat Roast Jamboree....

We now have three blogs!!!

Big Fat Corn Squeezin Pig Party (Patrick's BLOG): http://pigparty.blogspot.com/
Chauntelle's NEW BLOG: http://chauntelle.blogspot.com/


Sleepy Possum Goat Roast Jamboree: http://sleepypossum.blogspot.com/
Patrick can post here, Rachel can post here, Stephen can post here. Once Chauntelle accepts my invitation, she can post here. If anybody else creates a Blogger account, they can let me know and I will set them up to post here. It will be a community blog, where we can discuss the issues of the day...or tell each other fart jokes.

Captain Matthew Strong set his teeth and strained against the Electromanacles, but to no effect. He was well and truly captured this time, and had little hope of escaping and foiling Lord Korg's evil plot to destroy the Earth with his atomic L.A.S.E.R. beam. Even now, Strong could hear the hum of the L.A.S.E.R. weapon as it completed its primary ignition cycle. Soon, planet Terra would be but ashes and dust, and Korg's dominion over the universe would be complete. Yes, though he had triumphed over evil on numerous occasions, it seemed that here, now, he would meet his first, and final, defeat.

Suddenly, Strong heard an electronic buzzing in his left ear, the sound of his Implant-O-Phone communication device being called. But by whom? He had watched, with his own eyes, as his flagship, the EDC Freedom, had disintegrated into a billion atoms. Yet here, now, he was being signaled on an encrypted Earth Defense Corps frequency. Dare he answer the call?

Matthew Strong blinked his eyes three times, and the Implant-O-Phone activated with a crackle.

"Matt, it's me...please answer," came the familar voice of Delia Quick.

I should be receiving an email this morning from a gentleman in South Carolina detailing an offer of employment. As you would guess, I am very anxious to see what this offer looks like: where is it, how much is the pay, when do they want me there? Now that I know an offer is on the way, I am worried that it will disappoint me and that I might actually have to decline. I'll probably be checking email this morning in my best OCD style. Maybe I'll kill time counting floor tiles or obsessively washing my hands.

Should see an update regarding this matter soon. Same Pat-time, same Pat-channel.

DEAR SIR/MADAM,STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL..I AM DR KADIRI USMAN THE FINANCIAL CONTROLLER IN THE NIGERIAN NATIONAL PETROLEUMCORPORATION (NNPC) HERE IN LAGOS, MY COLLEAGUES HAVE ASSIGNED ME TO SEEKASSISTANCE OF A RELIABLE FOREIGN COMPANY OR AN INDIVIDUAL THROUGH WHOMWE CAN TRANSFER THE SUM OF US$30,000,000 (THIRTY MILLION U.S. DOLLARS) WHICHAROSE FROM THE DELIBERATE OVER-INVOICING OF SOME CONTRACTS AWARDED BY THECORPORATION IN THE TWILIGHT DAYS OF THE LAST MILITARY REGIME.HOWEVER, THE CURRENT FAVOURABLE POLITICAL/ECONOMIC CLIMATE IN THE COUNTRYSINCE THE HAND OVER FROM MILITARY TO DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED GOVERNMENTNOW PRESENTED AN OPPORTUNITY FOR THIS MONEY TO BE TRANSFERRED OUT OF THECOUNTRY.YOUR CONTRACT ADDRESS WAS MADE AVAILABLE TO ME THROUGH A BUSINESS CONSULTANT.HE ASSURED ME OF YOUR COMPANY'S VIABILITY AND CAPABILITY IN BUSINESSTRANSACTIONS THOUGH HE DID NOT KNOW MY REAL INTENTIONS, THIS ASSURANCE GAVEMECOURAGE TO LINK YOU UP FOR THIS PARTICULAR TRANSACTION, AND I HOPE IT WILLBE OF MUTUAL BENEFIT TO ALL OF US.OUR CONTACTS IN THE CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA AND FEDERAL MINISTRY OF FINANCEHAVE GIVEN US A GO AHEAD ORDER FOR REMITTANCE, SO WE HAVE SET IN MOTIONTHE MACHINERY FOR THE TAKE OFF OF THIS TRANSACTION AND FURTHER ACTION WILLCOMMENCEIMMEDIATELY WE HEAR FROM YOU, WE HAVE AGREED THAT AFTER THE TRANSFER OFTHE MONEY INTO YOUR ACCOUNT, YOU SHALL BE ENTITLED TO 30% THE OFFICIALSAND MY COLLEAGUES SHALL TAKE 65% WHILE 5% SHALL BE MAPPED OUT TO COVER FORLOCAL AND INTERNATIONAL EXPENSES THAT MAY BE INCURRED IN THE COURSE OF THISTRANSACTION.THE NATURE OF YOUR BUSINESS IS NOT PARTICULARLY RELEVANT FOR THE SUCCESSOF THIS TRANSACTION. ALL WE REQUIRE IS YOUR WILLINGNESS TO COOPERATE ANDASSURANCE THAT OUR OWN SHARE WILL BE GIVEN TO US WHEN THIS MONEY IS TRANSFERREDINTO YOUR ACCOUNT.ALL NECESSARY PRECAUTIONS HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO ENSURE A NO RISK SITUATIONON THE SIDES OF BOTH PARTIES AND IT IS BELIEVED THAT THIS TRANSACTION WILLLAST FOR 10 WORKING DAYS, BARRING ANY DELAYS.PLEASE IF THIS PROPOSAL IS ACCEPTABLE TO YOU, OR IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONFEEL FREE TO CONTACT ME THROUGH MY E-MAIL ADDRESS.usmandr_kadiri001@yahoo.co.uk.BEST REGARDS.DR. KADIRI USMAN

I have no idea what has happened to Pig Party #1. I can't republish the blog, and I haven't been able to since last Wednesday. Since Blogger is free, I don't hold out much hope that tech support will do much to rectify the situation, but they have been made aware. In the meantime, I have established Pig Party Mark II, as it appears I am constitutionally incapable of keeping my thoughts to myself.

Here's hoping no more screw ups...