Tales of a Traveling Gypsy

2007-04-19T22:33:00.000-07:00

So my migraine medicine works. I was a little nervous, the doctor said that some work for some people while others work for others, with no particular rhyme or reason. You just have to start at the top of the list until you find something that works for you. Fortunately, #1 works for me. It is not a pain reliever, but it actually stops the migraine in its tracks. When you feel the first signs of an impending migraine (for me it's the aura), you take it and hope. It is probably the most awful tasting thing I have ever had, but at least it has a payoff. Kind of like Fear Factor.

For the next six weeks, Arizona will see very little of me. First it's off to North Carolina for work. I'm hoping for some beach time. Then to Jamaica for play. DEFINITELY some beach time. Then to Mexico to be a good person. I will be in Arizona for little over one day in all of these three trips. Love it.

2007-04-07T16:51:00.000-07:00

Remember that time that I said I was going to post more? Yeah, about that...

So due to events that some of you have heard stories, I have been a transient for just over a month. I am happy to say that in less than three weeks I should be beginning to settle into a home. My father's house will be vacant at the end of the month and I will be moving in. By myself for now, looking for roommates., although not too aggressively due to last month's happenings. But if you know anyone...

So I've been traveling more for work. And getting more opportunities to do cool stuff. I was on Northern California just last week to do the AV for a manager conference, a repeat of what I did for the one in Phoenix. They said next year they will have me do more of them. I'm finally becoming a blip on the radar among the big dogs of the west coast, and I'm rather ok with that.

I am the proud owner of a new puppy. I know what you're thinking, "Jessica, seriously? Another puppy?" You must remember that just over a month ago I was happily settled in a stable household. He is, by far, the cutest thing, ever. In the history of time. Little Baxter is a Yorkshire terrier, of the runtiest kind. He is wee. When I say wee, I mean he's pushing 4.5 pounds wee. His barks sound like my hiccups. Adorable.

I suppose that is all for now. Hopefully I can commit to posting and updating and whatever more often. But we all know that I'm afraid of commitment.

2007-02-07T13:20:00.000-08:00

Praise Buddha!

More power to these flight attendants! When I first heard this story, it was on the evening news playing in my front room, and I was just listening to it from the other room. I was appalled that the airline kicked off the family because the child was crying. And then I walked into the room to see the story, and saw the girl. The THREE year old girl. And I was happy. These flight attendants have a job to do, and just because it was a small child that was kicked off we should feel bad? If any other demographic refused to get in their seat, they would have been kicked off and it wouldn't have even made the news. The irony of the whole deal is that as I watched it, the parents were on this news program pleading their sob story and at no point during the interview would this girl sit down. Even at her own home her parents couldn't get her to sit still for a 5 minute interview.

As a member of the service industry, I applaud these flight attendants. They were at work. Their job is to get that plane ready to take off safely and on time. They did their job. I have no doubt that during the flight other passengers were rude or inconsiderate to them. It's a big part of working in the service industry. And I'm tired of it.

We have become such a "the customer is always right" society that even manners fall by the wayside. I was at Subway the other day. The lady in front of me was ordering sandwiches for her family, while on the phone, and the workers were trying to get her order right. She wasn't paying attention, so they wrapped up her last sandwich without any condiments because she wasn't responding that she wanted any. She realized that she hadn't told them what she wanted and started yelling, asking them what was on her sandwich if she didn't tell them what she wanted. She kicked and screamed and threw a tantrum as they opened her sandwich back up to put the condiments on. Not once in her experience did she say "please," "thank you" or even project a positive, or even civil, tone. And the Sandwich Artists, who I praise for their work of making yummy delicious meals for me, had to smile, thank her, and invite her back soon.

Bullshit.

I work in a restaurant. Recently minimum wage for tipped positions was raised to $3.75 and hour. Before January it was $2.13. I can't count how many times I have heard my fellow service industry members say, "I don't make enough money to put up with this," or "I don't get paid enough to be treated this way." There shouldn't be an "enough" in this case. What is enough money to be looked down upon or yelled at? Is there a price to be treated like less than a person? Not for me. I walk away silently from someone who takes it to that level. I will not e treated that way. I have been yelled at and about (to managers, etc.). I have been stared at, and up and down, scowled at, scoffed at, etc. I have had things thrown at me. All just to make a buck. And I'm sure I haven't even experienced close to the worst of it.

You aren't better than me because you tip me. I'm not better than you because you're rude. You aren't smarter than me because I write down what you say and put it in a computer. I don't work for you. You are not my employer. Your return address isn't on my W2 come January.

A girl I work with tries to deal with rude people by thinking that maybe they're going through a rough time. Again, I call bullshit. There is no excuse to be rude to a perfect stranger because of what you are going through. If you can't summon a smile, "please," "thank you"; if you can't let me finish my sentence before you interrupt me to tell me you'd like a Coke; if you can't listen well enough to know that the response to, "How are you doing today?" is not, "I'll have an iced tea"; don't come out into public. People treat beggars and dogs better than they treat people in the service industry. I have seen it, felt it and watched it happen to others.

And I say bullshit.

2007-02-02T23:04:00.000-08:00

New layout, new blog.

Blogger has now made it very user friendly to change, rearrange and generally stylize your blog. I attribute this to the phenomenon known as myspace, in its infinite "hot layout" glory. I apprecaite it, because I, unlike David or my other compatriots, have a lack of knowledge when it comes to the subject. I choose the word "knowledge" rather than "ability" because I'm sure that I'm quite able to edit layouts and design my page, but I lack the fundamental knowledge.

Writing. I need to do more of it. Considering my desire to for a career centered around writing, I do it embarassingly little. Maybe for lack of readership, maybe for lack of inspiration, maybe for overabundance of the word "lack". I'm not going to commit in writing to more writing, because if I don't follow through, I might feel bad. That's the beauty of being non-committal. You can't have failed to achieve a goal that was never set. I say this in an "I'm making fun of people who say this because it shows such little ambition and other important nouns to have in life, but secretly I kind of believe it" kind of fashion.

Currently reading Cunt by Inga Muscio and On Writing Well by William Zissner. "Currently reading" will be a new addition to my blog, because to me reading is personal, but only if you share it.

2006-12-13T08:13:00.000-08:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8x14cLGh5o

My favorite part is the song at the end.

2006-11-16T10:26:00.000-08:00

Happy Feet. Tomorrow. One minute dance party!

2006-11-09T23:08:00.000-08:00

Christmas in November?

So since when is Christmas the next holiday after Halloween?

It seems to me this year that advertisers tried to get a jump on the competition by starting their campaigning before the trick-or-treaters even got home. They thought that if they started early, they might get some early gift card sales and people would by in. Either the same advertising firm works for everyone, or everyone had the same idea. November first employees pulled down the Halloween decorations and rather than put up turkeys, here comes Santa Claus. And it makes me want to vomit.

Thank goodness the music hasn't started yet, because I don't know that I could handle the 47.5 different versions of Jingle Bells running through my world for the next two months. The nationally recognized day for Christmas season to start is the day after Thanksgiving. Everyone knows it. Come on now people, at least give Veteran's Day its due.

2006-11-08T09:48:00.000-08:00

We done good folks. We done good.

http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/1108AzGayMarriage08-ON.html

"Arizona voters first in nation to reject ban."

Y ingles nunca va a ser mi lengua oficial. Nunca.

2006-11-06T14:12:00.000-08:00

Election day is tomorrow.

And I couldn't be more excited. Beyond the fact that all of the mudslinging slam ads will come off of television and radio, and all of the obnoxiously colored signs will be pulled from the streets, I'm excited to vote for technically the first time.

I know. I'm 22 years old, meaning I was old enough during the 2004 presidential election to vote. I tried. I tried to vote in the Democratic primary as well. "Tried" being the operative word in both of these sentences.

The Democratic primary was my very first voting experience. I was pumped. I got up earlier than usual so that I could hit the polls before work, I had no idea how long it would take. My polling place, which I had verified the night before, was a little church nestled in the debaucherous bars of Tempe. I parked, but didn't see any lines or people for that matter, and got a little concerned. But as I went inside, I was greeted by a few seniors (the elderly kind, not the about to graduate kind) who seemed very excited to have a voter, especially a young one. Or maybe I had spinach in my teeth and they got the giggles out of it. I wasn't on their list of people to vote there. I verified my address and they assured me that I was in the right place.

"You are registered Democrat, right?"
"Well, no, I'm registered independent."
"Oh, there's the problem. You have to be registered Democrat."
"Wait. Arizona is an open primary state [another fact that I quadruple checked before hand]. That means that as a voter registered independent, I get to choose which primary to vote in. And since Bush is an incumbent candidate, and there is only one primary, I get this one."
"Well, all of that is true. Except this isn't a 'primary' it is a Democratic candidate selection poll [or something else equally ridiculous, I don't really remember what she said]. And you have to be registered Democrat to vote in those."

So I left. I left, and I cried. I know, laugh at the stupid girl who gets worked up and cries. But this was serious to me. It was my first opportunity to exercise my right to vote, and I followed the rules. Before I registered independent, I made 1,000% sure that we were an open primary state. I followed the rules, and still got screwed. So I cried. Get over it.

The funny thing is that people in power wonder why young people don't vote. Or why any people don't vote for that matter. After my first experience, I [and I hate to say this] understand better why people don't vote. They have a bad experience, and so they don't go back. Not me though, I had a Bush to vote out of office, and nothing was keeping me away from exercising that right in November of 2004. Or so I thought.

In October and November of 2004, ASU was buzzing, as we had the opportunity to host the final of the series of presidential debates leading up to the elections. Being a journalism student, I had the opportunity to work with a division of ABC and actually be in that scary looking high-security area. I had to get a background check and all that jazz to get my press pass. We even got to write press releases and put together packages in class regarding the debates. I was so pumped about this election, it was a bit silly.

Election day comes around. Again, I'm prepared. I check the polling place, and it's the same as last time. I've moved since registering, but never changed anything, so I went by the old address. The line was long, but not Space Mountain long, so I wasn't too worried. Until the time kept ticking on, and on, and on. So I missed my Tuesday night class. Too bad, it was voting time. And the time passed easily because most of the people in the line were ASU students, and generally friendly. There was a rotating group of people who brought snacks and drinks to us. Sweet. I was still pretty hungry and, with a little persuasion on my part, got a pizza delivered to the line. I shared my pineapple pizza with my fellow voters as the sun was setting. It was romantic.

As we finally got close enough to the door that we could see inside the building, we started getting yelled at for things like talking, and laughing, and I think looking the wrong way. I got inside, up to the table, and lo and behold, I'm not on the list. The man who was working's bedside manner had either faded with the day or never existed in the first place. Before I could even ask any questions, he was quick to answer them

"You're probably in the wrong place. You could try to go to another one, but you'll probably get there too late, and it would probably be the wrong place too. You could fill out a provisional ballot here, but it probably won't count. Because you're probably in the wrong place."

To his surprise, I took the provisional ballot. Not that he made my odds sound good, but there was no way in hell I was just going to walk away. So I filled it out. He gave me my copy of some paper with a number on it. He said I could call to check if my vote counted the following day, but it "probably wouldn't." I thanked him and left. And you guessed it, I cried. I was confused, didn't understand what happened, and to top it off, the guy was a real jerk. Not only did I cry, I called my dad, and cried. Lay off, I just care.

I never called. I didn't want to know that it didn't count. I wanted to hold on to the hope that it did. So I didn't call.

And now, two terrible voting experiences in my back pocket, all I want to do is go to the polls tomorrow and be a voter. I want my sticker. I want to get my sticker, wear it to work, and know that it actually means something this time. I want to have a good experience so I can tell all of my lame ass friends that don't vote, that it's worth it. That sure, I got shit on by the system twice, but there's no way I'm going to let that keep me down. I have a right to vote, and I will never let a shitty system or crab ass election worker take that away from me.

And neither should anyone else.

2006-11-01T14:42:00.000-08:00

I miss Halloween. :(

2006-10-09T15:34:00.000-07:00

Your results:
You are Iron Man

Iron Man		95%
Supergirl		82%
Spider-Man		80%
Green Lantern		80%
The Flash		80%
Wonder Woman		77%
Catwoman		75%
Robin		72%
Superman		70%
Hulk		50%
Batman		40%

Inventor. Businessman. Genius.

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2006-09-26T00:14:00.000-07:00

Expectations are the worst thing to happen to humans since, well I don't know, they're bad. So many people go into situations with expectations for what is going to happen. If they expectations are met or exceeded, great! What a phenomenal experience. But what happens when those expectations aren't met? The person is already so emotionally invested in the event that they expected to happen that they miss all of the other wonderful things and possibilities spinning around them. And I think that it is much more sad for someone to miss out on all of those things around them than for their initial expectation not to have been met.

This isn't in relation to anything specific, just a fairly recent realization.

2006-09-21T23:05:00.000-07:00

I need out! I want to live somewhere that I live, and I don't want it to be here. I've been feeling like I'm separate from the world around me. Not the "the world is moving fast and I'm in slow motion" that people in the movies feel. I feel like I can't touch the world around me, like it's there, but it isn't. If I were to reach out and touch something, my hands would go right through it kind of feeling. I need out.

2006-09-20T18:01:00.000-07:00

So thanks to the help of the amazing and talented Bob, my footage is shot and sent off to California. Hopefully I will hear something either way soon. I'm excited, and I know that I did my part, and was myself, and if that fits with what they're looking for, great! If not, oh well. I'll default to being a surly softball coach.

2006-09-17T23:20:00.000-07:00

What an f-ing rad weekend! I might be moving soon :)

Anyone know how to cure tendonitis?

2006-09-15T10:03:00.000-07:00

I wasn't sad about it before. I was just mad. I'm sad now.

2006-09-10T23:27:00.000-07:00

What an exhausting weekend. But it was awesome. It's nice having two days off, and going back to work is relief from the weekend.

Let's start with Friday. After not failing my math test, I played two games of intense softball(it was super humid=extra tiring). Then proceeded to the cowboys and indians party to live it up. Knowing that I was getting up the next morning rather early, I left at a modest 2:15ish. Went to bed around 2:30 and a short 4 hours later got up to go skydiving. Yay! Second time, just as fun. It might be my new hobby, if I can set aside the money to get certified. Then, rather than taking a nap and letting the body rest, it was off to the rock gym to do some climbing with my girls for a few hours. I slept well last night. Add in three and half hours of softball today, and you get, that's right, me not wanting to do math homework.

Sweet. Camping next weekend. Yay!

2006-08-31T01:16:00.000-07:00

Wine + Love Actually + Calc III homework = unproductive evening

It's funny how you can want something for so long, and once you have the opportunity to have it, you don't seize it and clutch it with all your might. Funny.

2006-08-19T13:17:00.000-07:00

Grey's Anatomy Season 2, pre-ordered, should be coming to my door as soon as it gets to stores. I'm excited.

Living with mom has been good. It's definitely different, but good. It's kind of weird being on the Monday through Friday kick, but I dig it, and I'm not going to complain.

School starts on Monday, and I'm enrolled. I'm pretty excited to be doing something other than just working. And yup, I'm a nerd, taking medical and bio ethics and calc 3 just for funsies.

2006-07-31T15:22:00.000-07:00

So we're home. Pictures and stories to come. Every morning I wake up and feel like I should be on the boat, it's very weird and disorienting. Also, I already miss my boys :(.

2006-06-13T06:50:00.000-07:00

I'm officially homeless. And it feels pretty great. Today is departure day, we'll see you all in August!

2006-06-06T13:59:00.000-07:00

So exactly this time next week, I'll be gone. So will Justin, but not the rest of the entourage that we were expecting, it should be interesting. I'm excited, and actually feel about as prepared as I think that I will. Moving stuff sucks. After I get back, and eventually move somewhere, I don't want to move again for a really long time. Or, I want to have enough money that someone else can do it for me, or offer up a furnished place and buy new stuff. I'm kidding, I just really don't like moving stuff.

Q. What does a bee sit on?

2006-05-24T14:34:00.000-07:00

Wow.

2006-05-21T00:50:00.000-07:00

Any advice on how to sleep through the night?

2006-05-18T11:00:00.000-07:00

Pizza for dinner, pizza for breakfast. It has fruit on it, so it is kind of breakfast like. Covers some food groups. We are officially within one month of the big trip and two weeks of the Mexico "slave-labor" (as Brian likes to call it) trip. I am starting the freak-out phase. Mostly because I have to start moving my stuff out of the apartment, but can't take it to my dad's, where most of my other stuff is. The spread is probably going to be about 50% of my stuff at dad's, 30% at mom's, and 20% at the Fortress. I can't wait to have it all together in one place. It will be like reuniting long lost friends. My socks haven't seen my PS2 in forever, it's going to be romantic.

2006-05-10T00:05:00.000-07:00

In case you all were wondering, a line drive to the quad doesn't feel too great. But hey, I still got the out. But I do have a large bruise on my left leg, just above the knee. I'm talking big and purple and dark blue, I'm dreading the yellowish-green phase. But as I was leaving the gym today, a couple guys started talking to me, and one of them thought that my large, ugly bruise was a tattoo, "I thought it was weird, maybe a cloud or something, but whatever." Thus proving my theory of wearing headphones to the gym, if you do, people don't talk to you, if you don't, they do. Too bad my iPod is at the Fortress. F it, maybe I'll just wear the headphones and pretend that they're plugged into something.

Also, Ashley watered the plants in the shower. That makes me giggle, yet is quite efficient.

I also have a growing concern for the fact that when we get back from our adventure this summer, I will be homeless, unless I want to live with Mama Bear (and Hic Fiance Bear and Kids). I'll have to figure something out.

2006-04-28T10:32:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday to Brian!!!

Also, I have successfully made a batch of rumsicles (rum + the versatile otter pops) and they shall be consumed with frozen alcoholic delight :)

2006-04-27T01:39:00.000-07:00

Went to see Take the Lead tonight. It makes me want to dance, and excited for the summer. I'm hoping for some hot latin dancing. Yum.

On another note, I polished my shoes tonight. It was pretty exciting.

2006-04-23T11:14:00.000-07:00

Thanks Guillermo, pretty interesting little test. It has a really good user interface.

Also, if you scroll over the colors, it tells you what they mean.

2006-04-21T21:23:00.000-07:00

Pirate party tomorrow. Be there or be [ ](that's supposed to be a square, but it looks more rectangular than anything else. ) Bring $$ to give to us though, it is a benefit of sorts.

No work today (jury duty), tomorrow (awesome), or Sunday (awesome-er), and two gallons of rum in my car. I'm totally psyched for this weekend.

2006-04-11T15:59:00.000-07:00

March on.

I went to the immigration march yesterday, to support my co-workers and friends, and to be there. It was pretty great. There was no conflict, everyone was there to support each other, I was impressed. Of course I donned my peaceful white shirt. To sum up my feelings on the issue, I will give you snippits of conversations that I've had with people in the last week.

Conversation #1(with Nichole at work, discussing how the restaurant was going to handle it, and the thought that the cooks might get fired if they don't show for their shift)
Me: Do you really think that that is a good idea?
Nichole: Think about it, for every Mexican that doesn't want to work, there's one at home who does.
Me: But they DO want to work, that's the whole point.

Conversation #2 (with my mom, she was shocked to find out that I was going)
Mom: Well, some people say that they contribute to the economy, but they are making money, and sending it home to their families, and they don't even pay taxes.
Me: Whoa, whoa, whoa. They do pay taxes. They do.
Mom: How? That doesn't make sense.
Me: They get paychecks. When they are filling their paperwork out at their new jobs they don't say "I don't need to pay taxes because I'm an illegal immigrant". They pay taxes.
Mom: I..
Me: Do you want my friend Armando's number? You could talk to him about it, he was just struggling trying to figure out his tax return.
Mom: Well, not all of them do.
Me: Neither do all Americans. [Yes, I understand that the ratio of those who pay to those who don't is not equal between legal and illegal residents]

Conversation #3 (with Carl, about the jobs that they do)
Me: Think about California's[where Carl is from] agriculture. Do you think that that economy would survive without those workers?
Carl: I'm sure that they would figure something out. They'll find a way.
Me: Yeah, but not for the pay that they're offering.
Carl: Exactly, people will be getting paid a decent amount for the work.
Me: They'll be overpaid, our cultures have a very different work ethic. People will do less work and get paid more money. Don't get me wrong, I think that the workers should get paid more, but the same people who want whites picking their oranges want to pay $1.19 a pound for them, and it just isn't going to happen.

Conversation #4 + 5(me thinking to myself and getting mad)
Me: Wow, so people think that it isn't ok for immigrants to come work for $5.15 an hour, that they are keeping the minimum wage low, but those same people think that it's perfectly fine for us to send our work off to other countries, like India, and pay less than federal minimum wage for their labor. Wow. [angry face]

Me: They want to ship 12 million immigrants back home, but they don't understand that they'll just come back. Yes, we have a problem with illegal immigration. But to fix the problem, we have to assess the cause of it, and make changes there. If my teeth were yellow, yeah, I could get white strips and whitening gum and toothpaste, but they would just turn yellow again unless I cut back smoking and drinking coffee[two habits that I don't actually have]. Seriously.

I was reminded of that last thought when we were walking yesterday and a group was all holding onto a large American flag [like when we used to play parachute with the big orange tarp-like thing] and chanting:
"Aqui estamos, "We are here,
y no nos vamos, and we aren't going[anywhere]
y si nos sacan, and if they take us
nos regresamos." we'll come back."

Also, I'm a bit sunburnt. Again.

2006-04-04T16:05:00.000-07:00

The Wedding...
A small selection of the many pictures of a beautiful day.

2006-03-30T17:31:00.000-08:00

Off to Cali...

Josh + Jo = 4 eva!

As much as I hate it, I had to do it. Kisses, and see you kids soon!

2006-03-27T23:03:00.000-08:00

Gotta love good hair days.

2006-03-26T19:58:00.000-08:00

WTF?

2006-03-24T00:27:00.000-08:00

University of Germtopia is on spring break and my respiratory system is Daytona Beach.

2006-03-22T16:39:00.000-08:00

Back from Vegas in one piece. Although I may now have lung cancer. Wow, it's smoky there. And if you are a young girl planning on going with other young girls, you might want to avoid March Madness weekend. It's like a shark's feeding tank walking through the sports book areas of the casinos. But it was fun fun fun. Pictures to follow.

I may have one-upped you on this one G. I may have quit a job over an aversion to hangers. Haven't decided yet.

I like the dentist. That may be weird, but I do. I like going there. Good times.

2006-03-15T22:25:00.000-08:00

Vegas or bust. I'll see you all when I get back.

2006-03-09T09:59:00.000-08:00

So I woke up with a sore throat this morning. You might be wondering why this is significant. Well for the past two weeks, up until the last about two days, I have had "the death". "The death" seemed to be easing up, just for it's second cousin, "the really annoying follow up cold that wont be as bad, but you'll probably be just as miserable," to swoop in. But I don't work a double today! Woohoo! And I was supposed to get up at 5:30 a.m., but I didn't wake up, and got to sleep in! Double Woohoo!

If anyone wants to defy "the death's" second cousin and go to the baseball game tonight, holla' at yo' girl. Or call me, because I don't particularly take to people hollaring at me.

2006-03-06T12:50:00.000-08:00

My sandwich this morning was wonderful. I actually ate it a few minutes ago, at 1:45ish, so it wasn't really this morning, but it feels like it, so therefore it is. Four commas in that sentence, impressive. But a Boca burger on Beyond Bread? I mean, all the alliteration, you can't go wrong!

I don't really know where I'm going with all of this, but have a lovely soy filled Monday!

2006-02-28T09:00:00.000-08:00

The newest piercing, on both ears.

2006-02-22T22:17:00.000-08:00

I'm ancy. And not just in this particular moment. But in my life in general right now. I'm ready to start actually looking for a career, but the problem is, I don't want one. I love having a flexible schedule and being able to take off time whenever I want. How could I give that up?

I'm so ready for Cuba already. Something needs to happen. Something needs to wake me up from this constant day dream state that I am in.

I want to learn to tango.

2006-02-17T19:27:00.000-08:00

Stole it from Meg. Do it.

2006-02-17T10:01:00.000-08:00

Have a fantastic day! I know I will.

2006-02-15T23:24:00.000-08:00

"It was for Mike, but then I changed my mind. Is that bad?" I love Ashley.

I think that as of tomorrow I will be organizing a strike at the good old Robin. Demands including that managers can't take vacations unless all team members who want it have two days off and/or less than 40 scheduled hours. This should be interesting. I might be looking for a new job soon.

2006-02-12T10:46:00.000-08:00

Happy birthday Mollie and Becca, the party was good times!

I officially hate my mom's dogs. And she wants me to train them. The prospect of money is enticing, we'll see how this goes. If I get attacked again, I don't want any "I told you so" attitudes.

"We've been too small for too long." Mary J Blige song that I heard today.

Arizona is really just a little too beautiful to stand this time of year. We should all soak it up, because it wont last that long. But it's beautiful days like this that make us want to live here.

Softball tonight, you should come. I feel like hitting a homerun tonight, or at least a triple. Yeah, that should do.

Those are the random thoughts for now. I'll be back with more.

2006-02-09T16:10:00.000-08:00

Myke would be so proud...

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2006-02-03T10:32:00.000-08:00

So, holy crap, we still have a lot of beer. We'll just have to do this again sometime.

I can't really explain to anyone who hasn't had poor vision before what this is like. I got back from my follow up, and not even 24 hours later my vision is already better than 20-20. It is amazing, I can see everything!

No work 'til Monday, a fun weekend awaits.

2006-02-02T13:22:00.000-08:00

Let's define some roles here. I am a server, not a servant, maid or babysitter. You are a guest, a customer, not my boss. That is all.

Today is the big day. Hooray for eyeballs!

2006-01-30T08:33:00.000-08:00

The toaster is like a slot machine where you always win. I love it.

The hammock has been reading tested. I got up this morning and had myself a nice short read to start off the morning, it was nice. Oranges were falling and it seemed to get colder as the morning progressed on, but it was nice. I love my hammock. I love it lots.

In addition to playing softball last night(and kicking some serious ass might I add), we played a rousing game of destroy the grapefruit. It was fun. Brian is much better at this game than I am.

This morning commences the first of the next seven shifts that I work, in the next seven shifts that are available. It should be awesome. And by awesome, I mean awesome knowing that this weekend will be full of eyeballs, football, beer and the absence of work.

"Eyeballs" is my favorite word. What is yours?

2006-01-25T09:47:00.000-08:00

Guess who just submitted her resume to apply for her first "job" job? If you guessed that it was me, you're right! I submitted my resume and a writing sample for an sports reporting position available at the highly esteemed publication, the Ahwatukee Foothills News. It's a start, and a start that I wouldn't have to move across the country to see if I liked or not. :)

2006-01-24T19:32:00.000-08:00

Being mermaids!

Chocolate cherry + bright auburn brown = bye bye blonde!!

2006-01-23T09:17:00.000-08:00

I love plums, and softball. Also, I am sad without my puppy, but she is not sad. And that is good for her. Even more also, I hate ASU and am terrible at eating sunflower seeds without eating the shells. That is all.

2006-01-16T13:25:00.000-08:00

Your task for the day:

Go to www.google.com. Type in the word "failure", without the quotation marks. Click "I'm Feeling Lucky". Laugh.

2006-01-11T15:07:00.000-08:00

My head hurts. The sickness has been put on me and I don't like it. I'm happy to hear that Noel is out, she is cool.

2006-01-04T09:01:00.000-08:00

I don't have my phone, if you have been trying to intialize communication with me. Just so you know. If you have, and I don't call you back today, I hate you.

2006-01-02T08:17:00.000-08:00

The War on Christmas

may be over. I don't know if we democrats won or lost this fake war, it might not even be over. But if it isn't, we should ease up on Christmas, we've got to save our energies for The War on May Day and The War on Flag Day, Groundhog Day, Grapndparents Day, etc. But the big one, the war that I'm not even sure if I'm courageous enough to fight, is The War on Administrative Professionals Day. I mean, we're out to kill the spirit of the country, but mess with Administrative Professionals' Day? I think that that's just going too far.

2005-12-30T10:12:00.000-08:00

Just some thoughts as the New Year approaches,

Things that I am terrible at:

Opening envelopes.
Remembering the word "prototype" when I want to use it in a sentence.
Hearing.

Things that scare me:

Piles of hangers - they're all creepy and disorganized!
Ducks, geese and turkeys.
Elevators.

Things that creep me out:

Touching bananas, they're yummy, but I can't stand touching them.
The smell of cold cardboard boxes, ick.

I left open bullet points so that you all can fill in anything that you find overlooked, something that might be sad that it didn't make the cut.

I still need to figure out what to wear to the New Years Eve party, because as of right now it's just going to be my hot shoes and a mask. Although that would be readily accepted by the other partygoers, it might get a bit chilly. We are going to see Cats tonight and I am extremely excited. I also don't know what to wear to that. I am going to pull off some stylin' magic in the next 36 hours.

2005-12-21T15:13:00.000-08:00

Praise Zeus that we know who the carver is! Don't worry Joey, I wont tell you. I wlil say though that last night's episode was the most stressful tv watching experience of my life. I survived though, aren't you proud of me?

Also, the club has a name. Strut.

2005-12-16T21:37:00.000-08:00

Wow. Mucho love to everybody.

2005-12-14T14:27:00.000-08:00

Dear Ashley (with whom I live):

I miss you. I am sad that I see you for approximately 1 hour a week. :( . I think that that will come up as a mad emoticon when I actually hit post, but it's supposed to be a sad face.

Love,
Sad Face
xoxo

2005-12-12T01:12:00.000-08:00

The Land of Disney was great. Pictures to come. We rode the rides, ate the eats and had generally a grand time, except when Jakers needed to eat. Updated Space Mountain rocks your world. Sorry Jodi and Josh that I didn't call, but after 14 hours of running around in D Land, and having to leave for Phoenix at 4:00 a.m., all I was thinking about was sleep. We will catch each other soon!

2005-12-08T13:12:00.000-08:00

Disneyland or bust! This should be fun, and I hope to return with stories. Stories that will be told after the 12 hours that I have to work on Saturday. Have fun not being in Disneyland everyone :)

2005-12-06T00:04:00.000-08:00

The right gesture from the wrong one. I'm not sure how I feel about this yet.

2005-12-05T01:29:00.000-08:00

I'm turning into an old lady. Ashley and I spent the evening after watching our picture stories in the recliners knitting. Meg taught me how to knit about a year ago, and that's about how long it's been since I have done it. It should be interesting to see how it turns out. I'm not going to say what I'm making yet, I'll wait and see what it turns out to be before I decide what it is. Also, the soundtrack to Love Actually is very good.

2005-11-26T11:17:00.000-08:00

Who has a clean apartment? Oh, it's me.

I know, I'm lame.

Lots of weird high school reunion fun last night. Weird. Fun.

2005-11-18T23:03:00.000-08:00

By popular demand, I am posting the "Arizona Barbies" bulletin that I saw on MySpace

Barbie Dolls
Mattel recently announced the release of Limited-Edition Barbie dolls for the Arizona market:

Scottsdale Barbie:
This princess Barbie is only sold at Scottsdale Fashion Center. She comes with an assortment of Kate Spade handbags, a Lexus SUV, a long-haired foreign lapdog named Honey, and a semi-custom dream house with a saguaro Cactus in front. Available with or without tummy tuck and facelift. Workaholic ex-husband Ken comes with squeeze-me Skipper and a Ferrari.

Chandler Barbie:
This modern-day homemaker Barbie is available with Ford Windstar minivan and matching gym suit. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation or secondary education. Traffic-jamming cell phone sold separately. Can swear in English or Spanish. Available at Target.

Apache Junction Barbie:
This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9mm handgun, bowie knife, a 78 El Camino with dark tinted windows, and a meth-lab kit. This model is only available after dark and can only be bought with cash, preferably small bills, unless you are a cop, then we don't know what you are talking about.

Ahwatukee Barbie:
This yuppie Barbie comes with your choice of BMW convertible or HummerH2. Included are her own Starbucks cup, credit card set, and Country Club membership. Also available are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper. Ahwatukee Barbie hasn't been affordable since the early 80's.

Mesa Barbie:
This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler jeans two sizes too small, a classic Metallica shirt, and Tweety Bird tattoo on her shoulder. Wants to major in NASCAR at MCC. She has a six-pack of Coors Light and a Hank Williams, Jr. CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and kick mullet-haired Ken's ass when she is drunk. Purchase her pickup truck separately and get a confederate flag bumper sticker absolutely free. Available at Ross.

El Mirage Barbie:
This tobacco chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of her own
high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased Beer-Gut Ken out of Mesa Barbie's (discontinued) house. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans, fake fingernails, strawberry lip-gloss, and a
see through halter-top. Comes with Barbie's dream doublewide trailer. Available at Wal-Mart. Cheap.

Sedona Barbie:
This collagen injected, rhinoplastic Barbie wears leopard print spandex, and drinks cosmopolitans to new age music with friends at the lodge. She's into crystals. Comes with Percocet prescription and two alimony checks. Also cheap.

Phoenix Barbie:
This Barbie now comes with a stroller and infant doll. Optional
accessories include a G.E.D. and bus pass. Gangsta Ken and his '79 Caddy where available, but are now very difficult to find since the addition of the infant.

Flagstaff Barbie:
This doll is made of actual tofu. She has long straight brown hair,
archless feet, hairy armpits, no makeup, and Birkenstocks with white socks. She prefers that you call her "Willow." She does not want or need a Ken doll, but if you purchase two Flagstaff Barbies and the optional Subaru wagon,you get a rainbow flag sticker for free.

Gilbert Barbie:
Is pregnant, drives a new Ford Excursion and is perfect in every way. We don't know who Ken is because he's always away hunting or in Japan on business. Gilbert Barbie aspires to become Scottsdale Barbie. Not cheap, but still very naive.

Tucson Barbie:
Into basketball and marijuana. Dropped out of PCC. Does nothing but complain about Phoenix Barbie.

Guadalupe Barbie:
This Spanish-speaking-only Barbie comes with a 1984 Toyota with expired temporary plates and three babies in the back, without car seats. This is the only Barbie who is willing to do manual labor. Ken comes in a meat-packer's uniform and is missing three fingers on his left hand. Green cards are not yet available for Guadalupe Barbie or Ken. Available at Food City.

Van Buren Barbie/Ken:
This versatile doll can be easily converted from Barbie to Ken by simply adding or subtracting the "snap-on" parts.

Sun City Barbie/Ken:
These dolls are going fast! Well, what we mean is they're old and don't have much time left. Both write checks for everything or pay in change, and can provide hours of endless repetitive conversation about "The good ol' days." Drives a golf cart, signals right to turn left. Can be seen in Barbie Grocery Store (sold separately) arguing over prices. Available at the doctor's office.

2005-11-18T09:26:00.000-08:00

I'm bored. And not just at the current moment, just in general. So, I think that it is time to polish up the old resume and start looking for ways to use my degree as more than a coaster. We'll see how this turns out. Sidenote: I heart Ash, a lot.

2005-11-16T22:39:00.000-08:00

Apparently upper respiratory infections can turn into corneal infections in the eye. That sucks. Just when you think that you're getting better, bam! Eyes are infected! Suck on that!

So I got my license plate today, that's pretty exciting.

Rock climbing was super fun. I tagged along with Justin and his friends on a trip to Joshua Tree National Park. I will post pictures soon. I climbed my first wall, and then proceeded to cry almost the entire way back down because I had to go backwards and balance my weight in a really scary way. For a few moments, I contemplated living on the top of that rock for a while. It would have been a good life, nothing is like life at the top of a rock in a beautiful national park.

2005-11-03T17:14:00.000-08:00

So, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to do this. I'm not really positive that I can afford it, but I think that it's worth the try. Mom's going to flip!

2005-11-01T20:50:00.000-08:00

Cosmos andNip/Tuck. How could this night go wrong?

2005-10-28T13:07:00.000-07:00

Dear everyone who was a part of last night:

Thanks. I had a great time.

2005-10-25T10:53:00.000-07:00

So last night I made my first grilled cheeses ever. Not the first that I have eaten, but the first that I have made. Ashley and Steph taught me how, and well, the third one I made was the best. I know it sounds weird that I can have survived this many years loving grilled cheeses and not know how to make them, but my dad loves to cook, so he always made them for my brother and I. I felt like Lucille Ball though, standing in the kitchen with curlers in my hair, trying to tend a pot of tomato soup at the same time as I burnt a grilled cheese. It was funny.

Today is Tuesday.

Cable will not be upgraded until tomorrow, and I might miss Nip/Tuck, this will be a tragedy of great proportions.

2005-10-20T23:43:00.000-07:00

So in 7 days I will have officially survived this planet for 252 months. I'm super pumped.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH! And in two more days, HAPPY BIRTHDAY OTHER JOSH!

So Ashley's graet aunt makes this really yummy apple pie drink thing. It tastes like apple pie and about 2/3 of the way through it, I'm pretty toasty. Life is good.

Also, there is a large pink flamingo in our living room. Not that I have seen any other colored flamingos, but it is amusing.

2005-10-04T14:20:00.000-07:00

So I don't think that I am meant to be domestic.

My father has been out of town for almost two weeks now. The house has been cleaner in that time than it ever has. Today was my day off. I decided that I'd mow the lawn and then come inside and dust and vacuum the whole house, considering that I have been at the Fortress all weekend and the dogs got stir-crazy.

First part of the plan, I go outside and start to mow the lawn. It is going rather successfully, except the mower seems to be losing steam on the thicker patches of grass, but that makes sense. And then, all of the sudden, in the middle of the lawn it just stops working. And then it starts smoking.

I come inside, and move all of the dog toys off of the ground so that I can vacuum. It's coming along well, I've finished two complete rooms, am working on the hallway. And then, all of the sudden, in the middle of the hall, it just stops working. WTF? So I empty out the filter and all, thinking that that could be the problem. Nope.

So now I have a lawn mower that doesn't work sitting in the middle of my backyard and a vacuum cleaner that doesn't work sitting in the middle of the hall. I'm afraid that I'll be in the middle of this post and my computer will stop working and start smoking everywhere. Maybe it will catch on fire. That would be kind of cool to watch, at least until I realized that I hadn't saved my post yet, and that my computer was on fire.

2005-10-02T23:17:00.000-07:00

Through an interesting series of events, I am not moving in with my mother. Huzzah! Ashley and I will be living in one of my mother's friend's apartments while she undergoes chemo and radiation therapy in Utah. It is a mutually beneficial situation. My mom was talking about my grandfather today, and I realized that I know practically nothing about him. He passed away before I was alive, and it was my understanding that he died of emphysema or some other smoking related disease. Apparently he died of cancer. It started in his lungs, but when it was found, it had already spread everywhere, his brains, his bones, etc. I also thought that he was a heavy smoker until he died, but also apparently he quit shortly after my mother was born. I don't know really where I developed all these stories about him, maybe my grandmother, who knows? It was just weird to see how off they were.

2005-09-26T01:17:00.000-07:00

I used to hate tomatoes, you know, when I was little. I even hated tomato by-products - salsa, pizza sauce. I always loved ketchup though, I couldn't figure out why, and it drove my mother crazy. Then one day I'm at this diner, and I order some turkey-something sandwich. I was tired and hungry and didn't think twice before I was halfway through my sandwich - it was so good - they must have some secret ingredient that I'd never heard of, I thought. So I pull back the top of my sourdough roll and what do I see? The same little red slices that have haunted my finicky eating my whole life. It was amazing, it was like my own personal tomato revelation.

This isn't a true story, but a monologue that I wrote a couple of years ago for no particular reason that I came across the other day. This monologue does not reflect the opinions of the author. I have yet to have a tomato revelation. It was inspired by a conversation, yeah, you remember the one.

On another note, it is a beautiful night. Perfect for reading and writing on the patio. Also, I painted tonight. I haven't done that since I was probably 9 and I tried to paint a whale. It looked more like an abstract dream-like cow.

2005-09-22T23:57:00.000-07:00

So I am now alone in the house until October 6th, when my father returns from Europe. It will be nice to have my own place for a while, but I assume it will get depressing. Come visit me.

2005-09-22T00:51:00.000-07:00

Which Britney Spears are you?

Sexy Almost Naked Britney

You are young and you have nothing to hide. You are a free spirit who has fun dancing and being sexy. You will be old with wrinkles some day, enjoy it while you can.

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2005-09-19T12:20:00.000-07:00

Why are Otter Pops so darn good? I mean seriously. I know Ashley doesn't like them, but right now, they are like my favorite thing in the world.

2005-09-18T16:14:00.000-07:00

Approximately one hour after my last post about my mom's house, she came home from work early to find me bawling and curled up on her bathroom counter so that her dogs would stop trying to consume my flesh. Needless to say, I'm not so sure about the move anymore.

2005-09-16T15:12:00.000-07:00

I'm starting the moving process into my mother's house. This is going to be interesting. And I know that I'm going to have some frustrated times, but it really is the best choice. As much as I would absolutely LOVE to move out anywhere else, there really aren't many people who I would want to live with. And of that small amount, there are even less who aren't on a lease, and even less than that number who can afford it. So, I will move the mile west to my mother's crazy house. I'm sure there will be good times, and I'm even more sure that I will finally save money. Seriously this time.

Anyone who wants to volunteer some time to help me move, it would be appreciated. I don't have very much stuff, so it will take at the maximum three trips (of a mile).

Word.

2005-09-09T11:07:00.000-07:00

I don't really know what I have been up to lately that has made me so busy. But I am hardly ever home, and usually when I get here, all I want to do is sleep. It's weird to think of all of those semesters in which I worked this much and was taking six or seven classes. I slept about two to three hours a night and was never phased by it. Now it seems like if I don't get eight hours that I am useless and will need a nap. Maybe my body was just very understanding and patient in school and knew that I could only have so much sleep, and that it would have a chance in the near future to sleep oodles. That time would seem to be now.

I saw a bumper sticker the other day that made me quite mad for it's stupidity. Maybe someone can explain. It said "God Would Be Pro-Life." There are two things wrong here. God "would" be, this implies that the almighty He either doesn't exist or is dead. As to say, "if there was a God, he would probably be pro-life." This bumper sticker was most likely placed on the car by an extremely religious (most likely Catholic) pro-lifer. And then secondly, and most annoyingly, those who want to bring God into these arguments, like I said, are most likely Catholic, or subscribe to some sect of Christianity. Christianity has always prided itself in the selling point that God gave us free will. Free will is the freedom to choose. So it only makes sense to me that God would be pro-choice. The almighty He wouldn't give us free will and boast about it just to prefer that we not have the legal freedom to use it.

2005-09-03T00:43:00.000-07:00

I have my license now. That is fun.

I haven't had a kinda-sorta in a while, and I like it. Things are going well.

That is all.

2005-08-28T23:29:00.000-07:00

How to make a jessica

Ingredients:

3 parts competetiveness

5 parts crazyiness

5 parts energy

Method:
Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of curiosity

Personality cocktail
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2005-08-27T13:27:00.000-07:00

Projects:

Clean my room (again)
Rip CDs onto computer and get rid of unwanted ones
Figure out what the hell is going on with insurance from when ribs were broken
Organize pictures on computer (get cable from the Fortress to connect camera to computer)
Train Dixie not to be such a shithead (said with love)
Find a new rear end-cap for my bumper that mysteriously went missing and put it on
Figure out when I am moving to mom's, when I am moving away, where I am moving, etc.
Plan trip to South America (this is my favorite project so far) with Ashley
Enjoy some time with Ashley before she traipses off again
Play with Google Earth because it is wicked cool

2005-08-24T08:39:00.000-07:00

Mostly blonde now! Figured that I never have been before, so it would be fun to try. Also, Ashley will be home later today!! If you can't tell, I'm super-excited.

2005-08-21T04:37:00.000-07:00

This has been a pretty crazy summer. And as it comes to an end and school is about to start again, I feel like I am in a weird place. For the first time since I was in diapers, I am not going to be going to school. I don't think that it has hit me yet that I am graduated. It probably wont for a while. It is good to see everyone back in town for school though.

The ribs are at about 85%. I am at the point where I wonder if they are ever going to get back to 100%. It feels like the fall was ages ago, but I still have pain in my ribs. Come on now, it has been months! Body, let's go! Get your healin' on!

2005-08-15T23:00:00.000-07:00

This afternoon I had what I believe to be my first encounter with a migraine. And wow, I never want to do that again. I have only really ever had an extremely painful headache two other times in my life. Once, in third grade, after recess, my teacher was reading us a story and I was crying quietly because my head hurt so bad. Turned out that I had the flu. During spring of the following year, my friends and I had rode our bikes to the 7-Eleven by us and I had to go home immediately, couldn't wait for them, because of a headache. Turned out that I had the flu.

Today I got home from my morning shift at work planning to go back to work a shift at night for a friend. I was cleaning and started seeing spots. I thought that it was just from moving around so much, and there were a bunch of lights on in the house, etc. I was having trouble seeing fully out of my right eye. I was le tired, so I had a nap, figuring that my vision would be up and running properly when I woke up. But oh the pain in my head when I woke up. Weird, the eye thing was still going on too. Weird. I tried all of my usual get rid of headache tricks - pop my neck and back, take Advil, apply pressure. Nothing. It wouldn't go away. Oh well, I didn't have time to deal with it, I had to go to work. At work, things were no better. My head hurt, who knows what was going on with my eyes, and then I started feeling like I was going to pass out. My depth perception was off and I barely felt like I had the strength to carry out a soda pop to one of my tables.

At this point, the lovely Brittany took notice to my odd behavior and told our manager that she ought to send me home, that they would do fine without me. I had my pops come pick me up because I had no idea what was going on with my body and figured that I was in no condition to drive. Trying to think of what might be wrong, I remembered seeing Brian go through some similar symptoms with his migraines. I asked the internet who replied, "You have a migraine silly girl!" Since I had already taken a nap earlier, I couldn't really fall asleep, but I knew that staying in the dark was the key to my relief. Then I remembered the percoset that I still have from the fall(see June posts if you are clueless). I woke up a few hours later feeling a little tingly, but with my vision restored and my head back to normal. I couldn't imagine the people who get migraines for days. How utterly awful.

Well, that's the exciting news of the day. Oh, and if I haven't mentioned it, my fantasy baseball team is not good. It is actually rather terrible.

And next week = Ashley!

2005-08-12T00:28:00.000-07:00

Little Shop was delightful. The seats weren't the greatest, but pops and I still had a grand time. I will say though that I wanted the actors to be louder. And not louder in that I wanted their mics turned up, but there are quite a few songs in this show in which the character can really let loose and belt it out, and I felt like they held back a lot. Still good, I just wanted more out of them. I also think that in the case of this particular show, it is going to be hard to top Steve Martin in the character of Orin Scrivello, DDS (a.k.a. the dentist). It really isn't fair that actors are subject to such a comparison, but they are. The dentist is one of my favorite Steve Martin characters, and as such, it makes it hard for me to like anyone else in the role. Ho hum.

In other news, Ashley will be back in about 14 days! Hurrah!

2005-08-07T17:27:00.000-07:00

Ahoy to the hotties of my alcohol class. If I am getting anything out of this experience, it is a great view and some numbers. When I went to jail I got hit on all up until I was put in my cell, I got a phone number and proposed to at traffic school, and good god the guys in my class today were good looking! Hey, I'm not saying that I am happy about the whole situation, but I am finding the silver lining in the clouds (I don't know that I really fully understand what that means, but I'm using it anyhow).

Otherwise things are good. Brother is moved into an apartment with a friend his own age. Good for him, he should have fun. In other news, I am taking my daddy on a date on Tuesday night. He doesn't know it yet but we are going to see Little Shop at Gammage and eat somewhere yummy. I haven't figured out where yet, but Sabuddy is always a good choice.

2005-07-27T22:59:00.000-07:00

What a delightful day.

I had the day off today so that I could go to my substance abuse screening appointment, as per court order, to find out how many hours of classes I need to take as deemed by a counselor who decides how fucked up you are. Apparently I'm not too bad, because I was only assigned 16 hours, which will be taken over a course of two Sundays. Looks like it's a good thing that I wasn't able to do the other 9 days in jail. I was pleasantly surprised by what she gave me because the shortest amount of classes I have ever seen anyone get in the City of Tempe is about 8 months worth of them. Yay!

For those of you who know me even the slightest will not have to guess why I enjoyed this movie so much. I hadn't even heard of it until I went to check movie times. My brother also had the day off today, so we went to a matinee movie.

I spent a bit of my evening at Coffee Society drinking scrumptious chai and reading more about South America.

2005-07-26T00:42:00.000-07:00

I have found the most delightful book. It will be of vast help in the planning process. I already got wrapped up in it with a chai tea at Coffee Society, I lost track of time and was the last to leave.

Yay!

2005-07-22T23:15:00.000-07:00

Thought this was funny, and it is.

Your Boobies' Names Are: Bambi and Thumper

Get your own Boobie Names

I think that I have finally figured out that I am not trying to figure out what I am going to do for the rest of my life, just the next 6 months. I think thinking about the rest of my life is screwing up the planning process. Six months, I'd be happy with that.

I don't think that I'm going back to school. But my alcohol class screening is next Wednesday, so I'll be able to make a more informed decision next week.

P.S. The rain and wind were beautiful and crazy tonight, I wish that I wasn't at work when it was really storming, that would have been fun to spend more time watching.

2005-07-20T15:32:00.000-07:00

Oh, ice cream and chocolate syrup, just as fun as always. Yay to Kelly, Molly and Vega for some good times.

In other news, I'm in one of those funks where I just have to laugh at myself. I'm being indecisive and just feel like I want to be really fussy, even though I don't really have any good reason to warrant the fussiness. Oh well, Ashley gets it. Love!

xoxoxo

2005-07-16T15:18:00.000-07:00

WTF mate?

2005-07-15T02:36:00.000-07:00

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the new version) is fantastic. Kelly, Guillermo, Jake, Heather and I saw it at 12:01. Don't worry, no spoilers.

In some ways it is darker, as it has been described, but in other ways I found it much more cheery. I will say that I found it much funnier than the original and it has upheld that nothing will make me like Johnny Depp any less. I was most impressed with the makeup and lighting. These characters look just amazing. Kudos to the makeup artists and lighting technicians, they did a tremendous job.

I am excited to see it again to see the little things that I missed.

Also, I have decided what to be for Halloween and I am excited.

2005-07-13T23:38:00.000-07:00

I never have been one to crave money or material things. Sure there's a thing or two that would be nice to have, that I might even want, but I've never felt a "need" for them.

I very much need to be more financially stable right now. I have more than enough money to just get by on, barring more run-ins with the law, considering that I pay 3 bills a month, one of which is a $4.95 subscription to ESPN Insider and Magazine. But I cannot stand living at home. My brother is driving me much less crazy, but still is. I think that the only time this house ever gets cleaned is when it is done by yours-truly, which I did today.

Today I vaccuumed the entire house, and as per usual I guilt my dad in to cleaning the kitchen (a room that I rarely ever use, considering that I eat most of my meals at the restaurant that I work at) after I have cleaned the house. I scrubbed my brother and my bathroom, I even mopped. I cleaned my room and vaccuumed it. Which is why I was so surprised to see the light on in my room when I came home, and when I opened the door it was like a disaster zone. Obviously the doings of litte miss adorable Dixie.

So why am I mad at my family that my puppy tore up my room? It is a very well established fact that Dixie is not allowed to run freely about my room unless I am home. Most of the time when I am gone she is locked up in her kennel (in my room), and sometimes, increasingly as she has gotten older, she is allowed to run about the house with the other dogs. With my door shut.

I can tell you are still confused, she is my puppy, why isn't she allowed in my room? Well, I have been in a moving around and cleaning process for about a month now. Which means that a lot of stuff is on the floor or in puppy's reach of the floor. She doesn't tear anything up when I am here, so she is allowed in during such times. From the way things are strewn about, it looks almost as if she was put in there with the door closed. Aside from the fact that I had just cleaned, I don't even really care about the mess. She chewed on a couple of books (Freud and Confucius), knocked my hamper over and created general hoopla. She also chewed open a bottle of lotion, which would explain the vomit.

Now we are getting to the key issue. Precisely what I didn't want her to do - get into things that will make her sick. Thank my lucky stars that there was no leftover Easter candy or chocolate lying about. This post would be from a completely different emotion. I found a chewed up box of staples. STAPLES! I don't imagine that those do to well for the canine digestive system.

My point here is that all of these things that happened (or were close to happening, such as the staples) are things that I specifically tried to prevent. I foresaw this happening if she were to be allowed in my room alone, and not only did I not leave her like that, but I also told my father very seriously that she is just not allowed. Matthew said that she was out and about when he got home, so it was clearly my father's doing.

I'm ready to be out of a house in which my property and my wishes are not respected. I am very glad and thankful that I came home to stuff torn up rather than a puppy who died of lotion and staple overdose. But I am really fucking ready to be out of here.

2005-07-06T23:22:00.000-07:00

2005-07-05T18:06:00.000-07:00

Mexico Digits

26 Dos Equis
12 Cerveza Sol
4 Margaritas
3 Dos Equis Amber
2 Tecate
2 Tequila Sunrise
2 Midori Sour
2 7 & 7
1 Bloody Mary
(Yeah, that's just my list - which my state of mind was not to "altered" to count)

6 Days in a country other than this one
5 Meals of a side of tortillas and a side of rice
4 Couples with whom I spent all of my time (which believe me, can get old real quickly)
4 Days spent out on the beach, playing in the beautiful waves on the warm(the water is probably warmer in Mexico in March than in CA in July) Mexican coast of the Pacific Ocean
3 Walks on the beach just chatting with Steph about everything
2 Close calls to girl fights (which led to mine and Steph's nicknames of Tyson and Ali - I'll let you guess which one I got)
2 Terrible games of volleyball, at minimum assuring that I can play a little bit without my ribs exploding or imploding
2 Meals that made my tummy unhappy
1 Fight with Stephanie over silliness
1 Blackout and 1 Brownout
1 American who I talked to who did not accompany us on our trip (he was pretty damn cute though; we were kind of anti-social)
1 Kayaking trip into the ocean and surfing the waves back to shore
1 Oar to the face during aforementioned kayaking trip
1 Really horrible sunset cruise on a pirate ship (yeah, I said it) that led to many little disasters
1 Lunch overlooking the ocean and 1 dinner from the top of a hill watching the sunset
1 Pretty damn good time