Persnickety Snark

A charming front porch, big windows and fresh paint, new floor in the kitchen, washer & dryer, 2 bedrooms, large living room, full basement, an old coal bin/cellar, fenced yard, detached garage, private drive. We move in soon. He says the house should be ready after this weekend. They're finishing the paint and putting in the new linoleum in the kitchen. Strangely, I realized just recently.. We have no furniture.. heh. Landlord says it's fine if we keep the cat. Yay. As soon as possible I'll begin going through some things and getting rid of lots.. I'm looking forward to moving SO much and the house is ours (renting, i know) but it's something we chose together. He's living in the place that I was living in alone.. Now we have one together and I feel like we can settle ourselves in more. I also realized, for the first time.. I have someone to help me. We'll do this bit together.. packing, sorting, organizing. It's less of a chore with 2. The actual moving part I do dread but it will be over soon and we'll be settling in. New home for the new year. Ahh.... ain't life grand?


Tell me, do you wash your hair in honeydew?

You've heard it all before.

Before I hit the shower and get ready for work I need to vent. You've heard it all before, from me, from others.. Same ol', same ol', it's just getting so damn OLD. See, at my job, I'm an excellent worker. I wouldn't call myself employee of the month or some shit but I do my job, I go above my duties, help others out, am great with customers, show up everyday, early, stay late if I need to, etc.... and yet somehow I'm getting treated like crap. I'm not talking about lacking some sort of proverbial "pat-on-the-back." I'm talking about treating a person with normal decency. Somehow my supervisor feels I don't deserve that. Somewhere along the way she started disliking me greatly and talking about me with others while I wasn't around. I don't play these games. I don't treat people poorly AT ALL. I'll help anyone do anything. Again, this is "just a job" and it's crap. I realize this sort of thing is everywhere. It's rampant and ugly. But let me again say, I do not play these games. I am not sneaky or underhanded. I don't deserve to be treated like shit. If I'm going to be treated like shit, I'd at least like to enjoy some aspects of the job and get paid better. Days like yesterday make me want to smile politely and hand in my 2 weeks. The bad part is, my husband said in response to that idea: "Go ahead." It's so tempting. While I don't make much, it does help pay the bills. Should you ever consider hiring me for a job... know that I always show up, am most always smiling. I have a heart and choose not to treat people like shit.. even if they do deserve it. heh. I'll try new things, I learn quickly and the upside to this is.. I LIKE to try new things, I LOVE to learn new things. I'm creative and have discernment. I try to anticipate what people need before they say it or even realize it sometimes. This is not to "toot my own horn" ... I just needed to remind myself that I'm not a stupid idiot that is incapable of doing her job as I head off to be treated in such a manner for the next 8 or 9 hours. Delicious.


I'm enjoying Rasputina very much.

I had no idea new year's was saturday. This whole time I kept thinking that the Dresden Dolls concert on new year's was still a month or so away.

I'm insanely jealous that my husband gets Friday off and I'll be working until 6:40. Ick.

Sorry if you came here looking for anything to add iridescent gleam to your bubble. I'm all about the belly-achin' this morning.
Snarl.

Tying up a few loose ends while more keep fraying.

In bed last night pouring over the day and every corner of my life where I'm lacking.... which seems to be a lotta corners and a lotta lack. Talking about surfacey, stupidass conversations with a person that should be one of the closest. So far away. There are many blogs I read.. I should update the list but Suzanne wrote this and I can relate. I am that person. I am. I talked about it last night. I was being mean because I wanted to be mean. I could've smashed a hole in the wall and it would've made something inside me smirk with pride. I was mean and salty. I spoke with cade awhile about the earthquake, the tsunamis, etc. and I never finished this post. Now I'm tired and want to lie next to my sweet husband in slumber..



I'll try to finish my thought. I need to.

Help, please??

Am I willing to pay someone to give me a new template? Do I have the patience or sanity to try doing it myself? It seems I can successfully adjust pieces of it but that's all. Sniffle. I dunno what to do.

Christmas Quickie.

A few things...

1) I got an amazing digital camera for Christmas from my kickass roommate/husband/person.
2) We're going to see a) The Dresden Dolls and b) Modest Mouse!!! We EACH gave the other concert tickets in our stockings. It made me laugh.
3) Our nephew is funny and cute and I wanna post pictures.
4) We have quite a few new CD's for us to listen to. It seems we each gave art/music for Christmas. I like it.
5) First Christmas married.
6) First Christmas ever without my dad. First Christmas without married parents.
7) One of my most blessed Christmases ever.
8) Rabbit gotta new pair o' shoes, err.. cage.

Ok, so I posted like 47 times today. SO?!

On my way home for my lunch break I passed the purple house on the corner. They have 2 dogs. One of them is very mutt'ish. Creamy white and semi curly-haired-fluffy. The other one is a miniature pinscher, I think. As I turned right on the corner of 3rd St. I saw them. They're usually bouncing around nipping at one another but today they were in the corner of the chainlink fence in what couldn't even be called a 'pile' of leaves. They were smashed together, huddled, visibly shaking. Do you see that I would make a better dog mom? Seriously. I'm not saying ya hafta build a fire in the fireplace and lay out the down comforter for them to nestle in on (oh god it sounds delicious) but shit, get 'em a house, fill it with warm things, towels, blankets, hay, i don't care.. but just leavin' 'em out there when it's like coal miner's ass in Alaska cold out there, c'mon. It's not nice. They were miserable. You know yourself it's cold out there. Stop being assholes, purple house people.

When I topped the hill to turn onto my own street I noticed for the first time that the guys across the street in the pink house (swear to God our house is not pink or purple, but rather pale baby blue. heh) .....have a cut-out, painted wooden nativity scene. Baby Jesus is in his 2d manger in the center, more forward than his comrades, sitting straight up and down and he's waving. He has this bright, goofy grin and he's waving. He's also about 2/3 the size of Mary and Joseph. My husband and I, we supply the crack for the pink and purple houses.

Musical Musings.

really quick..

Imprudent Marriage has some really great stuff on it right now. It had been a few days since I looked and there's lotsa new stuff. More and more people are posting so the selection is lovely. I realize there are tons of mp3 sites around but this one remains my favorite. A few of the people that post there always have brilliant words to write giving living descriptions of the music that make me crave it in my bones.. others are a bit silly.

Espers
Camera Obscura
Pete Yorn
Joanna Newsom
John Hiatt
Split-lip Rayfield (swoon!)

and, and, and.. We're going to the Dresden Dolls' show in Lawrence on New Year's Day at Liberty Hall. It's going to be so lovely. I've heard rumors modest mouse is coming to KC in the next few months... oh, please oh, please!! say it's so! I'm so there. You can come too!

Can you believe Christmas is seriously in 3 days?

Because I can't!!!

Today I'll write about random things that really don't flow together very well at all but because it's what's zippin' around in my brain. Zippin' might be a bit over zealous. (I used 2 ' z ' words in 1 sentence...are you kidding me? brilliance.) It's been a lovely morning. It's bad because I'm closest to the alarm clock and in the morning, he goes to work first, so in my brain.. I can bitch-slap that snooze button a few more times 'cause I got time. He, however, has made the poor decision of entrusting me with arm's reach of the alarm clock and is therefore jolted a bit when I finally mumble his name and he realizes I've given him approximately 13 minutes to be shooting out the door to work. Oops?
See, I used to keep the alarm clock across the room on my dresser. It happened that I was also great at pushing the snooze then as well. I got really good at being half asleep and throwing the covers back, jumping outta bed, hoppin' over to the dresser, bitch-slappin' the snooze button, then promptly hoppin' back in bed, all without reaching any sort of coherent thought. The morning as gone off without a hitch though. He left on time with fresh coffee in hand and scowled at me knowing I'd curl up in this chair in my pj bottoms and hoodie reading blogs and writin' on one whilst he was cruising through the Grandview triangle in REALLY COLD ASS WEATHER with all the other rush hour crazies. (Not that he's a rush hour crazy)

We have been looking for a new home in North Kansas City, Clouds and Poop's neighborhood. It's a quaint little place. See, I got irritated with our landlords and now I want to be out NOW. I really shouldn't react that way but WE'VE made up our minds. (yeah, weird, huh? we're married yet still keep each of our own minds and we use 'em. neat, eh?) And sooooooo, when I start to think maybe I'm making a stupid decision and acting in haste I say, "But it IS 15 miles closer to work. Rent isn't much more. We could probably have a dog there they say!! They're fine with our cat that we already have!! IT HAS HARDWOOD FLOORS!!" Thus, we keep searching. We looked at a great house last night but it's major downfall is that in the very back of the house there's a little one bedroom apartment. Bleh! We don't want an apartment. We don't want a duplex and that is because we do not want to live right next to someone. I don't want to be paranoid about our music being too loud (as it often is) or us playfully screaming and laughing too loud or even us consummating our marriage (again) too loud. We'll find a place and move at some point, hopefully very soon and then we'll invite you to come help us move in the snow. Which is worse, moving the last week of August or in the winter? hmm..

Over here is a really great story about how this really great couple took this really great trip to Paris in December and celebrated their really great love. Here, you'll find really great pictures to accompany.

If you'll excuse me.. I almost just caught the house on fire just now and I've opened the doors and turned on the attic fan to rid the house of that burning smell and will now spritz a bit of "Citrus and Light" Febreze, that new kind, that's in a can and you mist it. It smells lovely but at work, my boss also bought some for the bathroom and it's called "Blossoms and Grandma's and Baby Ass" or somethin' and smells like Cabbage Patch Dolls.

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Hulled up like a couple'a hippies in our little commune. Incense and candles.

In celebration of the cocktail shaker/barware type set a friend gave me for Christmas, I made us each a martini tonight. grey goose. Dirty, if you please.

Today in the cold sunshine, exploring and seeking a new home. Difficult to do. The air, so cold. Making my lungs clench.


2 nights ago, nestled in bed -
me: i Love you more than Christmas.
him: i Love you more than Hannukah.

waaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!

Last night as my husband and I were about to consummate our marriage (again), the phone rang. I didn't answer (for obvious reasons) and let the machine get it. It was my best friend and her voice sounded serious. She called back 4 seconds later so I decided I should answer. She called to tell me she had just taken a pregnancy test and she is, indeed, Pregnant. Wow. Talk about a mood killer. We're 15 days apart. she and I. Something like having a baby is a million miles away from my brain. Instead I'm dreaming of the passport book I plan to start filling with my husband. That's my idea of dreamy, folks.

After my husband's Sim, Richard, got married to Lily and they had Max.. we were annoyed at all the money-makin'/playtime this damn baby was taking up. I said, "Oh, I guess this just got realistic." heh. We started talking about how not-ready we both are and he said, "I guess it must be worth it somehow because people keep doin' it." Someday, maybe.. maybe not. We're only 25.

Today work has been insanely busy busy. It's wonderful because the day has flown by and I'm hoping the last 4 hours do the same. I'm so so glad it's Friday!

Today for lunch: Whole wheat tortillas, 2 of 'em, jam packed with shredded carrots and shredded cheddar (an orange explosion), in the microwave enough to almost begin to steam those carrots and melt all the cheese, smothered in salsa. Mmm.. cheesy, carrot quesadilla. Funnier if you say Qwazadilllla. aha. Happy Friday!!!!! Wanna come over for ciders and gift wrapping???! I promise we won't listen to shitty Christmas music on Star 102.. Promise.

I thought it was Friday 3 days ago.

I like to say the word 'pumpkin' outloud. It makes me smile.

I forgot about the Pitch havin' the bloggers' hangout at Jilly's. I suck. We shoulda/coulda gone.

I'm not done Christmas shopping. I'm such a horrible shopper girl. I hate it. I always have grand ideas of creative gifts and such and then suddenly it's December 15th and I'm joining the masses in horror. Holy crap. Insane, grumpy ass Christmas shoppers.

We had some dinner at chipotle and then stopped to do just a bit of Christmas shopping. Chipotle was all sorts of busy and running outta stuff. They were outta guacamole which makes me sad 'cause their's is yum. They were also outta some meat and then ran outta rice!! Psh.

Every single day this week I've had to remind myself that it is not as late in the week as I think it is. This weekend we have a 3 day 'holiday' and so I think I'm just anxious. I've been saying as I tra la la around the house to him.. "We're on holiday!!" in this irish accent imitating one of the little girls in the movie "In America" which I really enjoyed a lot. The chick from Morvern Callar, she's cute.. crazy buzzed off hair in "In America." You should see both.

I have to go back to work now. Ew.

I'm trying.

I think that sometimes, in trying to "be the bigger person," one must admit weakness. If you wanna tell me I suck or I did a cop out thing... that's fine.. but this morning I sent my dad a text message. They're a novelty to him. heh. This is what it said..


I'm thinking of you.
I love you.
Thank you so much for my birthday card and the money.
I didn't divorce you, Dad.. Mom did.
I've been too afraid to call. I will soon.
I'll never stop speaking to you, ever.
I love you.

Suckity suck suck.

You guys suck. Err, you suck. Perhaps saying that in the plural form is a bit of wishful thinking. Not a single comment? You suck. Here I was, poised to read all sorts of "too much information" and I gots nuttin. I suppose insulting your level of suck isn't the best way to get some so, hey.. I like your hair.

Funny.

My favorite part of the morning now, (aside from cursing work and damning the man) is plugging in the Christmas lights. Sure they're only going to be on for an hour or 2 but they make me happy and if MAMA ain't happy... yeah, don't call me mama.

I think, I really think I may have finally named our rabbit. Oh hell, I'm naming him. Apparently in other areas of our lives, my husband and I have what you might call "Commitment" issues. So, the rabbit's name is.. Wade. It turns him into a sort of cute little ol' man rabbit. heh. If your name's Wade don't get all offended on me now.

Spare some gory details?

Some thoughts..
Perhaps I've gone on and on too much about this Dad situation??

I wish my husband had a site so that I could maybe link any pronoun I use to mention or describe him instead of always having to say my husband. You see, there's something about it that pesters me. Let's see if I can convey what I mean.. There are sites in existence wherein the wife is constantly talking, rather annoyingly, about her husband in such a way that says.. "Na na na boo boo, I have a husband and YOOOUUUUUU don't!!!" I just merely need something to call him. Get what I'm saying? So if it annoys me why the hell do I read the site? and so it goes.. now and again I stray from being annoying myself. Let's not call this censorship.. just, uh.. consideration?
Onto more exciting things..
...like FOOD.

This weekend we ate a lot of food.
I made little, tiny, miniature cheesecakes which are delightful!! They're like the perfect serving, with a great balance of crust for the cheesecake part. We topped them with cherries. My mom makes this amazing cheesecake that is lined with bananas on the bottom and has blueberries on the top. It doesn't get baked. It's yum. We're having it for Christmas. meow. We also made some Asian'ish delights yesterday. We put together some crab spring rolls and I made this lovely noodle soup with snap peas, carrots, green onions, shitake mushrooms and lotsa cilantro. I had some of the leftover soup for lunch just now. I felt lazy though so instead of filling it with the fresh vegetables and then letting it "steep" I just warmed it up then snipped a bunch of fresh cilantro into it. Delicious. I feel very satiated.

Only 2 people have yelled at me a lot today at work. That's a nice, low number. I feel happy, smiley so the time remaining, under 4 hours, shouldn't be bad at all. Tonight I'm going to wash our sheets. I'm super dorky, we're already aware, but I'm excited because I love fresh sheets. Hot damn. Should make for some good uh.. sleeping tonight.

I started reading Stephen King's Dark Tower series a few nights ago. Per usual I'm the LAST one on the scene. Hell, most of the time I never show up to the scene. My roommate person husband guy owns them so when he moved in upon our marriage I gained all of his possessions, these included. I do, however, occasionally let him borrow of few of these items.

Sometimes, I share too much information. I'm a comment whore. Leave me a comment.... sharing too much information.

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Dad update: Still have not called him. Unfortunately I'll have to do it when I feel ready and that may be a bit yet. My plan is to do so this week. I'm not going to wait until the week of Christmas or something. From what I hear from other family members and such.. he's burning bridges on every side of him. I'm sad for him. He's a neat guy but has no idea how to handle his emotions... espeically the flood of them he's experiencing right now. I cannot imagine the pain of separation and loss that comes after 30 years of marriage. He was an abusive, selfish husband.. but not all bad. He loves us, didn't/doesn't always like us. I feel like a bit of an ass and it's perhaps both of our hard headedness combined that's making this all the more difficult. We'll be ok, I'm sure of it.. Slow and steady, right? My uncle (his brother) once told me that my dad's greatest fear was that I'd stop talking to him. You see, that's how his entire family deals with everything.. they merely quit speaking to one another. My dad has not spoken to his parents for a very long time. It's probably been 20 years since he spoke to his father and I'm not sure either one of them could tell you why. His father was abusive and shitty. This shit repeats, people. You've got to make an effort to be good.. to be better, if you want to. I knoooooooowwwwww things will not always be sunshine and roses. I do not walk around in some glistening bubble of happiness and delusion. I just want to try really damn hard to be "good" to everyone around me. Good is really not the adequate word for what I'd like to express.. again, I really want people to know they're important to me and that they're loved. I don't want to waste time on senseless anger. Don't get me wrong, I get mad. I struggle with anger. Sometimes I think my blood will boil the meat off my bones. Thankfully, in this home, I'm surrounded with patience and unconditional love, which can do wonders for simmering this girl down. I love my dad and I'm one of the only members of his family that's even around him. He may push and shove but I've got to just pour love on him and maybe help him simmer himself down at least enough to see straight.

Sticky Sweet: I love you for sitting on the floor and folding laundry while watching the Simpson's with me. I love you for laughing with me at Homer's "wang enhancement" comment. I love you for making amazing Asian spring rolls and laughing with my mom over dinner. I love you for hanging Christmas lights with me. I also love you for patiently helping me untangle the mess. I love you for putting a band-aid on my finger when I cut it on a broken ornament. I love you for smiling when I showed you the retarded "Christmas kittens" I painted as a kid. I love you for drinking St. Pauli's girl. I love you for loving me even though I'm disgustingly addicted to the Sims. (She almost has her next promotion, honey!!) I love you for sleeping in socks. (ew)

Christmas Update: We Christmasified the house this weekend. There have been lights out front and on the porch railing, now all around the deck and most importantly.. on our CHRISTMAS TREE!!! I've been wanting to put it up for so long and now it's up. It's UP!! It's lovely. I did learn that when you buy some pre-packaged ornaments.. don't expect them to also come with anything to hang them on the tree. WHAT? Stupid. In a box of ornaments they don't include those little wire hangers? I suppose I'm the last to know. You guys have been holding out on me.

People: I've discovered some lovely new (to me) blogs that I will have to link permanently.

Rabbit: Sadly neglected. Poor guy still has no name. His cage is also too small as he's growing. We suck ass.

Body: Remember awhile back when I was feelin' outta whack? Well, turns out it's my female interior playing tricks on me. I returned to the doctor this past week and a slew of lab tests are being run. I really hate crap like this. I'm number 1 at never going to the doctor and now I've been like, twice in the past month?!!! Ugh. Anyway, I may have this disease thing that'll need treatment, blah blah blah blah blah. ew, right?

Drink: The Pear Cider is delicious. I highly recommend it. I want to try some of these. Snakebite black, oh meow.

Jittery skittery.

A friend at work lost her father-in-law today. I lingered at work as we reshuffled the schedule as she is just under my supervisor. When I came home I called my mom just to talk. I haven't even touched the phone lately.. There's really no reason other than being busy and just soaking up time with the other person that lives here. No intentional avoidance, at least not of my mom anyway. So, she was barely whispering when she answered.. she was at work. Said, "Your dad's here.. fighting. Call me back." Since I hung up the phone I've been sitting here fidgeting with things and being generally nervous. My dad's mean. He can be violent. He's completely saturated with anger right now. We've not spoken since the night he hung up on me. I sent him a message on Thanksgiving but he never responded. In the middle of the night he came and placed a birthday card on my windshield. He didn't want to see me or have to talk to me. Clear avoidance.. I'm guilty of the same. When he yelled at my mom some more the other day.. he yelled about me not calling him. You see, if someone screams at me and hangs up in my face, ignores a message sent, avoids seeing me on my birthday, do you think I'd rush to pick up the phone and call to chat? Should I call and apologize for him being an ass to me? I was undeserving of the words he hurled at me. He was like a mean, mouthy teenage boy when he spoke to me. I tried to reassure him that he's important to me, that I love him... And so, dear ones.. please understand that I'm not placing blame.. it's just confusing. I don't understand. It seems that no matter what he does or how he does it.. I am somehow to blame. I am eternally at fault. I should just suck it up and call him. Grow some balls and ask if he's done being pissed at me. I just don't know how and I'm avoiding the confrontation that is inevitable. What should I do? Yesterday as I drove home from work I started telling myself I needed to just call him and instantly I was nervous and nauseous. I hate that he has that effect over me. He's treating my mom like shit.. generally treating everyone like shit. Argh. I dunno. Help.

Happy Humpin' Day.

Hello, you cheeky monkeys!! I asked my husband if it'd be ok if I call his place of employment and politely ask to speak to my snuggle monkey. He said, "No." heh. (We're not completely gross, swear. Ok, I speak for myself only.)

Tony renewed my faith in humanity. I was feeling abandoned.. unloved, unwanted, alone in the desert...and HE, He provided an oasis!! Amazing what an itty bitty link can do for a person's broken spirit.

Work is fine today. I like going in early (when I finally get scheduled that way) because the morning somehow trudges by just a little quicker and instead of hanging around until 6:15 or so.. I'm out at 4 and cruising the 3 minute drive home. Yes!! So, in a few minutes I'll head back there (since I'm here at home... eating food) continue working for 3 1/2 hours or so...then be done for the day. Do you like how I gave the play-by-play and broke it down real simple like?

Anyway..

Ahh. I'm ready to move. I no longer want to live in this meth-ridden, white trash town. I admit... I've got some classy white trash qualities.... but I don't want to(never did) live here in this town (Independence!) anymore. Where should we move? What's some good, non-major expensive locale between here and Olathe? I really can just get a new job. I have no emotional/job-related/networking ties to this one. It truly is just a job. I do it well but can and will move on. So, where should we go? I refuse to live in an apartment complex. I hate it. We'd like to rent a house (or buy one?) but that's expensive (I'm poor) and we're not sure which area we'd like to live in. We've sorta shot ourselves in the foot just a bit 'cause we have pets and everything I read says NOOOOOOOOOOO PETSSSSSSSS, MOTHERFUCKER!!! so ...that makes me sad. I should go back to work now. Since it is Wednesday.. I do suggest you celebrate with a little humpin'. I know I will.

(told you.. classy white trash.)

A star for your forehead. Shine on, disco cowboy.

Well, holy hell. I've just not been posting a bit. I've been feeling unloved somehow in this crazy "blogosphere." My birthday went off without a hitch indeed but in this lovely low key way. My husband was all sorts of great to me and left little surprises to be discovered. He even wrote 'i love you' on the paper towel roll so when I unrolled it there it was to greet me. Awww!! We're disgustingly happy and also disgustingly addicted to the Sims, which I received for my birthday. I know we're rather late on the scene for this but it's fun and indeed addictive. The other night we put off having our own dinner because my simgirl was hungry and needed to eat. Heh.

I think our cat is torn between wanting to be pals with the bunny and fighting off his instinct to rip off rabbit's head and devour him in several delicious chomps. Speaking of devouring.... (hey, nice segue, bob!) My husband purchased mark ryden's wonderful little blood book for my birthday. It has the most lovely of pictures. I wish wish that we could go see wondertoonel but the drive's a bit far to pasadena. sadness. If you decide to look at some of these....study 'em a bit. You'll find more and more. The Butcher Bunny and the Cloven Bunny are 2 of my favorites.

I hope your week is going nicely. It was heaven to see the sun today. Do you agree?

In the wee hours of the morning.

It's embarassing to admit that I've sat around feeling sorry for myself this entire evening. We shopped some after lunch with Mom then rented 2 movies. I have zero plans for my birthday and it seems the whole thing will be pulled off as such with nary a hitch. I'm pathetic, aren't I? I'm a moody little twit lately and today is no different. I feel like a bad person. My husband is being cute and listening to great music and all I want is to go to bed. I promise to be less moody after I've had a bottle and a nap. I should've made plans instead of moping for having none. Maybe I hoped they would somehow magically appear on their own but that hasn't happened. The day will be what I make it, I suppose. I should sleep, I guess. bye.

Happy Birthday weekend.

Happy Birthday and stuff to greg over at Death's Door. Go say something. It doesn't have to be nice... Just say something. If you're not already enjoying greg on a daily basis.. this is a good initiation piece, I think.

Because it is now officially greg's birthday....that can only mean one thing. My birthday's in 1 day!!

I have nothing interesting to say. When I went out this morning my dad had been by in the night to put a birthday card on my windshield. I wonder if he's speaking to me now?

Anyway, what're you doing this weekend? I'm going to work on birthday plans. So far I have none and that's dreadful. You only turn 25 once!! (ok, you only turn anything once, but ya'know) I'm grasping. Any ideas for good plans? My best friend suggested bowling. WHAT?!! Am I turning 80 and celebrating the fact that I can still move and breathe? C'mon now. Besides.. I HATE bowling. Call me un-American but seriously, hate it. Always have. I had something a bit more non-run-of-the-mill in mind. Hm.. Help me out here.

Workin' for the weekend.

So, everyday for a week I get to drive downtown for training for the job I've been at for just over 3 months. Generally, my daily commute is 3 minutes. Lately I've been giving myself an hour and a half to get there. What follows is probably the funniest thing I heard today. It is, therefore, the Work Training Class Quote of the day. You may not laugh like I did. "Oh man, she is NOT that blind. She be walkin' around at night all tappin' that stick! Unh uh." Haha. It's making me laugh again. Right now.

Elephant shoes and olive juice.

I.
Love.
You.

It's the weekend and you're on the porch. There's a window between us and I'm blowing warm breath. I'm drawing a heart with my index finger to show you happy love in the condensation. Now it's 3 am in the Big Apple and you're Raphael. Fly man, Baxter.. he's trying to kill you. There are Christmas lights waiting and dinner for our bellies. Let's go. Hang on.