Its been a long time and theres a lot to talk about.

1. Now that I have announced I will be embracing the instititution of marriage, can one say I've finally recognized my need to be instititutionalized?
2. Today I saw the greatest single piece of graffitti art ever created...a large stone wall sporting one giant tag name: SAUCE. For some reason I imagine this mysterious artistic genius bears a strong resemblance to Big Vin in his teens......and I bet it took eight hours to paint.
3. Speaking of Big Vin, I've now made three trips to his favorite flea market in the last 4 weeks, and on this last trip he bought a very old, very large hacksaw. (Feel free to insert any joke here) While there, Marlena bought me a beautiful blue duffle bag with the words "CROHN'S AND COLITIS" printed on it. Im pretty sure I could board a commercial flight with a grenade launcher and a German luger without anyone from security having the balls to unzip it.
4. This Monday, the Cardinal College will sequester themselves to select a successor for His Holiness, the late Pope John Paul 2. Is there any doubt in anyone's mind that it will be the cardinal from Florida that destroys the election? The network's exit pollers have been out early and have declared Father Guido Sarducci as the clear frontrunner. Should these exit polls prove to be wrong, it's George Bush's fault. Remember kids....its always George Bush's fault.
5. I see my brother has requested I mention more about the "pink engagement".
So Here goes: To surprise Kim, I hired a man in a Pink Panther costume to hide in my apartment and jump out at Kim holding a beautiful oversized london broil with a juicy pink center. While distracted by the huge slab of beef, the Pink Panther removes his costume's head to reveal its actually pop star Pink...and shes wearing a Pink Floyd tee-shirt! What comes next is even more amazing, I jump out of the london broil costume and drop to one knee holding a pink sapphire engagement ring. She was stunned, and said it was exactly the way she always dreamed it...except in the dream it was a Demonico steak...and Collin Farell was inside.
OK, the truth is I set up the dining room table in all pink from tablecloth to dishes, candles, everything...and then busted out the pink engagement ring. (I didn't drop to my knee, I'm not sure why...I only know it must be George Bush's fault.) Afterwards, we visited Spumoni Gardens South and called every number in my mothers address book. The exchange I had with Uncle Philly was priceless.
Me: "Hey Uncle Philly, me and Kim got engaged"
Uncle Philly: "You went to the beach? Thats great!"
Me: "No engaged, we're gonna get married"
Uncle Philly: "Oh, thats good too. Auguri!!"
What was great was how truly excited he was about the beach, not quite as excited as the engagement..but close.

Well, I just wanted to do my first blog from my new home p.c. State Buon.