Wednesday, March 31, 2004

WOE IS ME

So I still feel like shit, and my throat fucking hurts and I've had a hideous day... ok, maybe it hasn't been truly hideous, but I've already cried once out of frustration. None of my computers feel like cooperating with me, and ther is jus no way out of the fact that I am going to have to get a new one. Tonight. So, if anyone wants to shoot me an email and give me their take on whether or not a mac laptop is a good choice, I'm open to all input. You can send your thoughts and comments to allisonruth.comatearthlink.net I would be much obliged.

Word has it that someone likes it when I post old pictures of me, so here ya go. Tie dye part deux...



the sad thing is I totally thought I was a happenin' babe here... dig the Sally Jesse Raphael glasses and the greasy bangs and the bun man.



Me... as a baby (duh, I know, keen observer of the obvious) anyhoo... I think the caption to this is "I can't believe I ate the whole thing."


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Tuesday, March 30, 2004

PASS ME THE KLEENEX

So I've finally caught the cold I'd been dodging. I didn't get it the first time Aaron had it, I didn't get it when Kevin at work had it, and I didn't even get it when Satchel first came down with it. It would seem now that I have caught it and Aaron has it again. The sniffles, the sore throat, the tiredness. Fuck.

Today is also the first day of class... I am appropriately freaked the fuck out ... right on schedule. Between wedding planning, dealing with satchel fat ass and now school, it doesn't take much for me to start worrying and melting down. I think I'm going to start taking my vitamin B and St. John's Wort again. Oh and don't even talk to me about money. I'm so worried about the money situation (and probably needlessly so, as things ALWAYS have a way of working themselves out) but I start frowning and thinking and over analyzing and... well, it's all very exhausting.

I may even have to drop one of my classes now too, which sort of doesn't help. I hope I won't have to, but when I registered, there were no syllabus' available on the website so I went ahead and registered, and come to find out I need to have access to a mac that is running a certain version of their system, as well as access to the imovie program. *sigh* If I would have known that, I wouldn't have signed up motherfuckers! I emailed the prof, so we'll see what happens.

We spent a good portion of Sunday up at Aaron's Grandma and Grandpa's. They gave us a bunch of pictures of Aaron to use for the wedding slide show, and we all had a laugh or two or three over some of the stories that they told. I think it's cool that Aaron's great Grandparents were bootleggers back in the depression. They had an underground still and everything. I love listening to stories about our families, I could sit and listen for hours.

Saturday, Wili and his kids came over and we spent the day just sort of hanging out. Wili helped Aaron fix the digital display in his car, and I took the boys to the park and then we all had dinner together. It was pretty fun.

Not much else to report here... just one of those boring ass weeks I guess.



Oh it's a rough life to be Acey Jermaine



Bring me another mai tai!


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Sunday, March 28, 2004

222 DAYS TILL THESE CRAZY KIDS TIE THE KNOT













And we can't wait!



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Friday, March 26, 2004

I THINK I'M GOING TO PUKE

I just checked my grades for winter quarter and I got a motherfucking incomplete in my english class. INCOMPLETE?! Granted, I am an idiot and made a grandiose mistake, but a fucking incomplete? I think a D is better than that! (I'm not sure, but you can bet your ass I'm checking on it.) I took english online and accidentally submitted a graded essay for my last essay (we had to submit a previously graded one that we had 'redone'. I mistakenly sent in the one that was graded and not fixed up) the prof sent me an email that alerted me to that but I didn't get the email until almost a week later. why? Because BCC feels the need to use the shittiest web system ever for it's online classes, and I didn't know I had new mail in my inbox because when I would sign on to the page NOTHING FUCKING SHOWED UP. NOTHING. I came upon the message by accident actually and promptly sent an apologetic email and the correct essay in. And now, I get an I? I would rather get a d I think, I DO NOT want to repeat this class, especially if I'm fucking paying for it. *sigh* I am seriously nauseated by this. Panicky, and want to cry. wow, happy friday.

In other news I spent last night fretting over the money we are going to spend on the wedding. Why oh why must I worry about it to the point of it ruining my mood? Aaron talked me down, but fuck man, I AM STRESSING OUT! I don't think there is a way out of the fact that to save money we are just going to have to do the food ourselves. This leaves me in a quandry about how much I need to buy. I have been buying spaghetti noodles every time we are at the grocery store, but how many packs do I need to get? Thus far, we have 292 people on the guest list, and actually I'm amending it today (adding some, taking off some) so that number will change. And actually, that number includes children... I'm trying to extimate the biggest possible number of attendees so I'll be prepared. Anyhoo, How many packages of spaghetti noodles will suffice? Anyone?

I saw on E! that Tom and Penelope have broken up. Awww, so sad. I agree with Julie Gianni in Vanilla Sky "she looks like a moth"... and I loathe all that is Tom Cruise anyway.

*sigh* did I mention I feel like vomiting?

I dreamt I was staying the night at a fellow journaler's home, (who I've never met in real life) a journaler in fact who I cannot fucking stand. But for whatever reason we were friends and as we were putting her children to bed, there were these big ass june bugs that were jumping and attacking us, and I was FREAKING OUT. Her hubby said that they were 'monster pin bugs' and they were native to the area they lived in. And then he said "yeah, sometimes they land in the open pots while we are cooking dinner, so then we have to have sugar cookies." WTF? Very disturbing dream.

THE FRIDAY FIVE (an old one, since there is none AGAIN this week.)

1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?

I am a receptionist/sales support person. It's a job I took out of convenience after my dad had his stroke, the job I had at the time was a big pain in the ass and also required me to be out of town for long periods of time, and beyond that it sucked a big fat one. I hated it. My best friend was leaving this job and looking for a replacement, so I went down, met the guys I would be working with, answered a couple of questions and got the job. Probably the easiest interview process ever. It's not a job I particularly feel fulfilled by, but it pays a decent wage, and the only thing I can complain about is Satchel... if he weren't here, it still might not be my dream job, but it would be damn near perfect. If I could change a few things about it, all I would change is Satchel's presence and maybe a couple more people in the office... women folk to be exact, sometimes this job can be kind of lonely. But I'm 15 minutes from home, they are so flexible with me when it comes to being sick or school... I couldn't ask for anything better in that respect. It really is a good place to work.

2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?

I would love to work in television... whether it be in front of the camera or behind, that would be damn cool.

3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?

My mom works for the county, has been there forever it seems. She was a temp for a long time and then was hired on full time, my sis also works there now. My dad has worked in many different fields, but before his stroke spent several years working as a driver whether it was for freight companies, or courtesy driving or whathave you. I think he probably enjoyed the courtesy driving jobs the best, where he would pick up people for doctor's appointments etc, a lot of the time the people were disabled or elderly etc.

4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?

No. Nor would I. I am not much of a career maven... don't give a shit. If it were possible, I would totally be a stay at home mom and take my time with school; but that's probably not in the cards at this point, which is ok. That's why I am going into education, because though it isn't a field where I will be making bank, it is a field I think I'll enjoy and that's more important in the long run.

5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?

The easiest? I'm not really sure... all jobs have there high points and low points. I guess my job is pretty damn easy... reception jobs in general don't require (sp?) a ton of skills... actually I think the easiest would probably be telemarketer. Or bag boy at a grocery store. The hardest? I think anything dealing with numbers... realtor, stock broker... engineer... I don't think any of those jobs would be a walk in the park.



Heather's niece Eden, she looks uncannily like her cousin Gerry at this age.



Um, I just need a couple of these...



Now I am so voluptuous!



if you look hard, all three cats are visible in this pic



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Thursday, March 25, 2004

MY FUCKING WEBSITE SHIT THE BED, DOO DAH - DOO DAH

Oh how I loathe the simon web servers that decided to commit suicide. *sigh* along with it they took the files I have not saved to my computer. I have most of the basic stuff saved like my 100 things, etc... but what I didn't have was my image files. Luckily (I guess) I only really started posting images in the journal last june, so I only have the last 10 months to rebuild. However, when you consider that I generally update every day and there is at least a couple pics per entry... well that's a butt load of pictures. I will be working on that diligently over the next few evenings, going through the cds of pictures we have saved and crossing my fucking fingers that I can get most of them sorted out. I was ready to beat my own ass the other night because I keep coming across photo links that will have a caption like "what a bunch of nerds" and the name of the photo is something like 'idiots.jpg'... WTF??? Seriously, no clue what I might've been referring to. So yeah, I've had to delete a couple of photo links but for the most part I've gotten June, July, and most of August taken care of. I can see the weekend ahead of me will be spent doing a lot of fixing, but that's ok. I have the time right now. School starts on Tuesday and I really don't think I'll have the time then.

Gosh, I haven't been around for a while so let me fill you in on what's been going on. Last weekend we spent a riveting Friday night shopping at Michael's, Walmart and getting our groceries for the coming week. Then Saturday we cleaned the house up, ran a few errands and then Heather and Jesse came over for dinner. Heather brought her niece Eden who is now about a year and a half. She was so much fun, such a good girl. At the end of the night she kept taking the napkins off the coffee table and bunching them up, stuffing them down the front of her overalls. Starting early, that one!

Sunday we bummed around at my mom's, then Lori let us borrow the convertible and we drove down to eatonville to visit Aaron's sister Brandi. It was a very low key weekend. This week at work has been a breeze because I have been the only one there. Satchel fuckity fuck is out of the office until Monday and John and Kevin come back on Thursday. It'll be like the good ol' days on Thursday and Friday before the oompa loompa invaded our office. *sigh* obviously he is not missed.

Anyhoo, not much else is up. Last night we went on a double date with Aaron's cousin Mike and his fiance Sarah. It was a lot of fun, and I can't wait to do it again!

I had another doctor's appointment yesterday. Dr. E brought in a stranger with him... everytime I see the man, he has a new person with him to gawk at my girly bits and furrow their brow and nod a lot. The good news is Dr. E said things look better than he would have thought, but that it's a slow process and I shouldn't expect to be 100% for a while. Then while we were talking I noticed that the doc he brought in with him had one eye that was an icy blue color and the other eye was almost completely black... the iris. It was hugely distracting and I noticed it moved slower than the blue eye. I tried not to stare, but then was faced with that agonizing feeling of "I'm looking at the wrong eye, oh God, I'm looking at the wrong eye!" I hate that. I also hate that Dr. E presumes every time he pokes and prods and I jump that I'm in pain. "Oh sorry, you must be sore there." um no, I just don't want ANYONE FUCKING POKING ME WITH A Q-TIP DOWN THERE. then he does it again "oh sorry, that must be painful." finally I said "actually, no it's not painful, it's completely intolerable and really has nothing to do with the diagnosis.... I just physically cannot tolerate it, so I jump." I don't think he heard me because two seconds later "oh sorry, that must hurt." *sigh* I have an appointment to go back on April 28th for more torture.

Well, I think I'm all out of shit to share here so I'll leave you with some pics.



It's a rough life I tell ya



Dude! There's somethign under the blanket!



Peekaboo!


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Tuesday, March 23, 2004

I am having one hell of a time trying to fix this mofo...ARG!

Friday, March 19, 2004

OH HAPPY DAY

Man, I've been busy today. It sure helps the day go by fast. It's also really, really pretty outside, and I so almost went to Alki on my lunch break to sit in the sun. Since I'm back to having an hour break, I just might start doing that again. It was so nice to just go to the beach on my lunch break. I cruised home with the first disc in my Eagles double live set blaring. I love days like this.

I don't have much else to report. Molly behaved herself last night, and I got a pretty good night of sleep. I guess I'll just do the friday five and leave you with a bunch of kitty pics I need to post so I can clear out the folder.

THE FRIDAY FIVE

If you...

1. ...owned a restaurant, what kind of food would you serve?

It would be like a diner, but everything would be weight watcher's friendly, listing the points on the actual menu.

2. ...owned a small store, what kind of merchandise would you sell?

books, I think...

3. ...wrote a book, what genre would it be?

I have a manuscript for a book that's almost done. I just don't know if I want to continue with it anymore... time will tell.

4. ...ran a school, what would you teach?

moveable type, then I'd take a class! I don't know... perhaps different crafty things as well as cooking?

5. ...recorded an album, what kind of music would be on it?

folk songs ... ala jewel or something. That's a big if though, because I DO NOT have a good voice.















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Thursday, March 18, 2004

HMMM

I have been doing the happy dance the last few days because Satchel dick face will be gone ALL NEXT WEEK! Yahoo! The guys here are all going to a convention and while most will be returning on thurs, Satchel idiot fuck will not. YAY!!!!!!!

I am tired today. Molly was acting very wierd last night, from about midnight to 3 or so, she would not leave me alone. Laying on me, (I had a tummy ache, other wise it might not have bothered me.) meowing in my ear, purring, rubbing her face on my face, walking on my hair which pulled and FUCKING HURT. At one point when I woke up AGAIN because she was rubbing her face on mine I said "are you fucking kidding me?" When Aaron said "what?" she had already gone over to his side and was doing it to him. Seriously, she wouldn't shut the fuck up, it was as if we bought her the winning kitty lottery ticket and she was so happy and giddy and couldn't thank us enough. (fucking run on sentences man.)

I have a stiff neck as a result of the kitty hi-jinks last night, and am in no mood for anything. I did take my final today, and um... I underestimated the level of difficulty by a fucking MILE! Perhaps I should have studied? I did study a little bit, but fuck that noise man, why should I kill myself over one little test, when I've done pretty good in the class all quarter long. Logic would say it points to shoddy teaching methods if I do poorly... well, my logic would. Anyway, I didn't fail it or anything, but I am not expecting anything higher than a C. I did ask on my way out "um, what percentage is the final of the total grade?" and by the way there is no way to ask that question without sounding meek and feeble. The prof responded "25%". I blew a sigh of relief. Pathetic? I think not.



The troublemaker 'boxing'. She can pretend to speed bag like no one's business.



I like this pic of Lori and I, and I don't think I've posted it yet. If I have, oh well. YOU let a cat bug you all night and see how efficient you are.



Asa and Molly, beating the shizzle out of each other


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Wednesday, March 17, 2004

NOTHING WORTHWHILE TO SAY

Man, in the absence of homework and money, I don't know what to do with myself! Aaron and I are tight on money right now (we are REFUSING to dip into savings because well, it's time to tighten the ol' belt when it comes to spending money on frivolous shit.) and I don't really have any homework because tomorrow is my last final, the house is clean there's nothing we need to do... so I got home last night and didn't really know what to do with myself. So I sat down on the couch and played 'Simpson's Road Rage' on the play station. Good times. Then when I had my fill of that (about 4 rounds... 20 minutes or so) I wandered around the tininess that is our home and tried to find something to do. I used to veg out for hours... HOURS in front of the tv back in the day. Now I consider flipping channels and I'm like "eh". I just don't feel like it. WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?!

I had a thought this morning while whittling away the time on the treadmill, I was thinking about lunch and what I would have when it occurred to me that just because I'm on Weight Watchers, that doesn't mean I have to stick with my usual 'salad w/ chicken breast and 2 hard boiled eggs' routine. Quite frankly it's a lot of points, especially when you add in the dressing and I'm getting tired of the same shizzle every day. So I went to QFC and picked up a couple lean cuisines and smart ones before work. I grabbed the old favorites (enchiladas suiza by smart ones... DIVINE.) and hot damn, I had a great lunch and with less points.

Well, since I'm so full of nothing today, I'll leave you with some kitty pics.



If I allowed them on my lap in the bathroom, they would totally try, I always thought cats were supposed to be independent. Not these two.






Ben and Asa 'pre-cuddle"


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Tuesday, March 16, 2004

LET'S DO THE STRESS OUT POLKA, I'LL LEAD

Man, I don't really know what my problem is, but I am just stressing out so much today. I need to take a chill pill and find solace in the notion that things always work out one way or another.

But it doesn't really help because I want to fix everything NOW.

Anyhoo, since someone mentioned that hits from search engines are kind of funny, I'll post some of my recent ones. I've been googled for both 'nasty cherries' and 'bible cherries' hopefully no relation to each other, 'my grandpa the outdoorsman poem', 'how to cure a stuffy nose in a kitten' and my favorite: 'bag balm colonoscopy'... yikes people, I don't even want to know what entry popped up for that search.

I dreamt last night that I was a fat Japanese man named "o-ort"... I don't remember anything else, just that. I think I also dreamt that Aaron was cheating on me because I distinctly remember saying "good morning dream cheater" when the alarm went off. wierd.

So, I started weight watchers yesterday. I decided to give it the ol' college try again, because it did work for me before and I am sitting here doing nothing other than my 'own regimen' and maybe it just ain't working. *sigh* as it's been pointed out to me before, it's possible I may not be getting enough calories to elevate my metabolism and kick start this next phase of weight loss. It's wierd to me that that is a possibility. But I seem to do ok when I transition myself from considering food as yummy to food as fuel. So we'll see. What's the worst that could happen, I actually lose weight? EGAD!

We watched that David Spade movie, Dickie Roberts something or other last night. It was actually pretty good, of course I'm biased because I love David Spade, but it was funnier than any of those Adam Sandler nightmares... except for Big Daddy... I liked that one.

Well, I'm outta here, how about some cute kitty pics?



There must've been a shift in the techtonic plates near us the other night because Ben and Asa DO NOT EVER snuggle up to each other. Add to this cuteness the fact that they were taking turns cleaning each other, it was truly adorable.



SEE! Cuteness!



" I must stretch while my brother diligently licks my head"



such sweetness


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Monday, March 15, 2004

REASON 8,094,467,321,233,453,455,675,876,002 WHY I HATE SATCHEL

Dude, satchel is such a pig faced asshole sometimes. Remember last week when I mentioned that the garbage man and I had words? Apparently when the garbage man got here this morning satchel had a word with him (for whatever reason) and then came into the office and said to another coworker of mine "well the garbage man said he was not belligerent to Allison at all." The coworker said "well, I believe her, why would she lie about it?" When I got wind of this it put my happy mood in a spin of irritation and four letter words came flying out of my mouth. As I told my coworker, first of all what fucking business is it of his? Second of all, what would I have to gain in lying about it? Third of all why would the garbage man admit to being a big asshole? I'm sure he was reprimanded, and I'm even sure he probably felt that he was in the right... why would he admit to being wrong? AND LASTLY, WHAT FUCKING BUSINESS IS IT OF SATCHEL'S? I want to punch him right in the fucking face. I know it's my own fault for letting him piss me off like this but hot damn he's an asshole. He also came up to me in the middle of this funk and says "Staples has xerox paper at--" I interrupted him with "I've told you before, we only have an account with Viking, and I am not going to use petty cash as we don't have too much extra to spare for that." He looked at me with that same bewildered "I'm a dumb pig face asshole stare" and said "so I should talk to M. in everett?" I sighed and looked at him "well I guess that would be the conclusion I would come to."

Speaking of republicans that I hate, I don't know if I mentioned my distaste for the 9-11 'vote for me I saved the world' ads that GWB is running. Um, before I hated him because he's a dumb son-of-a-bitch who's happened to come this far because of family influence. Now I loathe the fucker because in addition to being a stupid ass he's upgraded himself to being a slimy two faced alterior motive mother fucker who's exploiting something he swore he wouldn't. If I had somehow suffered a lapse in common fucking sense and decided to vote for the smarmy asshole, that move alone would have lost my vote. Seriously, and people defend this prick? AAAAUUUUGGGHHH!

Ok, onto bigger and better things. Friday night we went over to my parent's to celebrate my dad's birthday. It was a nice time, after we got home Aaron and I did some deep cleaning before passing out in front of the Tv BEFORE MIDNIGHT. We are so sad. Anyway, Saturday morning we cleaned the rest of the house (man there is nothing better than a clean house with nothing left to do on a weekend!), and he went down to his friend's house to wash and wax the blazer. I went grocery shopping, then had Holly and Tatum over for dinner. It was a lot of fun, just sitting back and having girl talk. We haven't done that in ages. Sunday morning we laid around, I watches some 90210 reruns and then we decided to take Lori car shopping. We hit a couple of lots in Tacoma before she found it. She got a hell of a deal on a 1992 convertible Chrysler Lebaron, and as a bonus it's only got 74,000 miles on it.



It's a really nice looking car, a couple of dings in the paint but not really noticeable .



Lori is beside herself with joy over this purchase. It's a scary one, because she had to be financed for a bit of it (less than half of the total cost but still).



so, in case you were wondering this is what a happy girl in her new convertible looks like.



This is what the happy girl's sister looks like in said convertible, whilst listening to the kick ass stereo that happened to come with the car and zooming down the freeway in the nice seattle sun.



Also, in case you were wondering, this is what the happy girl looks like while singing to the kick ass stereo in her new convertible while zooming down the freeway in the nice seattle sun.



Oddly enough, if you were wondering what the happy girl's sister looks like while sipping a mocha frappuccino, zooming down the freeway in her sissy's new convertible in the nice seattle sun, well, wonder no more.

**Is this getting obnoxious yet?**

Bottom line, Lori is thrilled, so is just about everyone else. The giddiness is infectious, and we are SO borrowing that car this summer. :-)

I also might mention that at times like this when you are really excited and you want to call your friends and spread the news and have them be excited for you... um, how shitty is it to have people act indifferent or say rude things? I will not name names, and quite honestly will be asked by my mother to take this paragraph down, but I will not... I am so tired of certain people being assholes about good things that happen to us. It's not like we lead a charmed fucking life, and would it fucking kill you to pretend to be happy? GAWD. The same person who acted as though they didn't give a shit yesteray about lori's new ride, said some shabby shit about my ring when Aaron and I got engaged. I believe it was "well her ring is big, but mine is of better quality." All I have to say is she is damn lucky that she didn't say that shit to my face or I would have had to break it down. Point number one is 'who the fuck cares.' I am not a materialistic person and the fact that Aaron put so much thought into my ring means way more to me than anything. If he were to have given me a plain band with no stones in it I would have been just as happy. And even if this person felt that way, why the hell would they verbalize it TO MY SISTER OF ALL PEOPLE. Seriously. I get so tired of people with no manners. GAH!

Anyhoo, I'm on a roll today, no?



I'll leave you with a picture of Aaron's new ride, the new blazer. It's not quite as cool as the convertible, but a step up for sure from our old one. He loves it and so do I, I drove it for the first time yesterday and was impressed. I hated driving the other one, so he may have to fight me on driving duties in the future. :-)


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Friday, March 12, 2004

THEY SAY IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY...

First things first! Happy Birthday to my dad who is turning the big 5-2 today. Damn you're old dad. We are heading over to mom and dad's tonight for the festivities. When I called and wished him a happy bday this morning he said ever so casually "so... you going to bring me something nice?" Heh, I must get my subtlety from my dad.

Not much is going on here, oh yeah GAS PAINS FROM HELL, they're still here. If I ever start my own band that's what I'm naming it.

There's a REAL entry over at the wedding diary.

THE FRIDAY FIVE

1. What was the last song you heard?

You Don't Own Me... by Leslie Gore?

2. What were the last two movies you saw?

In the theater? In the theater it was... Mona Lisa Smile and Monster. On Dvd.. hell we've been trying to get through Duplex for like a week now. Before that it was How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days.

3. What were the last three things you purchased?

Frozen Chicken Breasts and a box of Trident Gum from Costco and Gas from Safeway.

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?

Clean my bathroom, Clean my bedroom, go grocery shopping and finish my last set of math homework.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?

Satchel, Kevin, Steve, John and Aaron.





Aaron and his nephews... we were stuck in the snow (last weekend up in the mountains) and waiting for help when I snapped this.



Love that hat.



zzzzzzzzzzz


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Thursday, March 11, 2004

PANTLEGS OF PAIN

This morning in our pre-dawn work out, I was instructed by Lori that 'Pantlegs of Pain' would be my title today. We were discussing how sore we are from yesterday's work out and I commented that my butt muscles feel like two little tennis balls of pain, (TMI?sorrry!) and she said that she could one up me, she didn't have the tennis balls of pain, but the pantlegs of pain. All pain all the time. Heh, so there you go.

I only did the treadmill for about 45 minutes this morning because of a tummy ache. Not to go overboard on personal information or anything but damn, I'm one gassy mofo lately. It would be a lot easier if the gas would you know, just come out; but it won't. It plagues me with killer tummy aches and necessitates that I lay on the heating pad every now and then. It sucks. I thought the work out would help, but it became quite clear after about 15 minutes that the tummy ache wasn't going anywhere. So I stuck it out on the treadmill for a good 45 minutes and did some stretching and called it good. It's better than just laying bed, which is what I wanted to do.

I was supposed to go to the doctor yesterday afternoon, to get poked and prodded and have 30 new people come stare at my nether regions and look confused. *sigh* I had to cancel because I was stuck in traffic. There was a hideous accident and I sat in pretty much the same spot on I-5 for about 40 minutes. By the time I got past the accident I was already 15 minutes late for my doctor's appointment and still a good 10 minutes away. I called when I thought I might only be a few minutes late and the gal was like "well, you have a 15 minute grace period, then I can't guarantee the doctor will have enough time to see you." I paused for a moment, scrolling through my brain for a bitchy yet professional response. I cleared my throat and said "well, considering that at my last appointment I arrived 15 minutes early and was left in the room waiting for Dr. E for 45 minutes. When he did come in my appointment lasted approximately 1 hour... call me crazy, but I think we'll have plenty of time." She said "well, you can play it by ear, but I can't guarantee anything." we got off the phone and the pissiness set in. I called her back at 4:25 and told her there was no way I was going to make it to the U-district even by 4:35 which was well over a half hour past my appointment time. So we'll have to reschedule. She said that they were booked well into the next month. That is precisely when I lost my shit and became the ghetto bitch. "LOOK," I said "I cannot wait another month. I am not even coming in to see dr. L, because it's really Dr. E that wants to see me, he just had me book an appointment with whoever was open. (Dr. E is the head of the whole clinic and is only there on wednesdays and takes no appointments of his own for some reason, I guess so he can consult on everyone who needs him.) The medicine Dr. E prescribed for me is NOT working and is equivalent to using water. So you either need to get me in NEXT wednesday or have him prescribe me something new to use in the interim." What do you know, Dr. E called me himself last night. Talk about service!

One last fucked up thing, ok; two fucked up things. I found two wedding gowns that I am in love with. Email me for the pics. One is 4000 bucks (and I already inquired to some of the discount bridal sites and they don't carry it) and the other one is not sold here or near Washington state. FUCKING MARVELOUS! The nearest place is in Santa Barbara, CA. The other fucked up thing is that I got sent to collections for a parking ticket on a car I don't own anymore. *sigh* I called the state headquarters for vehicle shit (that's their official name) and they are working on locating a copy of the seller's report for me.



Aaron in our old blazer negotiating a hill up in North Bend.



Aaron and the good ol' blazer negotiating an even steeper hill.



Aaron with his brother Dan



so pretty



A sign that we left for heather last August when we were set to camp out. (We ended up coming home because we couldn't have a fire and there were coyotes too close for comfort.) I just thought it was kinda funny that it was still up.






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