Tuesday, November 27, 2001


What is it with me? I am a freak magnet. Our mail lady at work is a total freak. She's creepy. She reads our mail and describes it to me when she delivers, and when I return something to sender I get the third degree. She reminds me of a female Newman. Only freakier... you'd have to witness her behavior to fully understand.

I was approached by a neighbor this morning, who told me that if the guy who hit my sister (car accident) didn't have insurance, and wouldn't pay for damages, that he would be willing to lie to be a witness in the accident, and that all it would take is one phone call to some friends of his to ensure that he would hand over the money. 100% satisfaction guaranteed. I told him Lori had a lawyer, but he said he knew how people like that worked, and if he didn't cough up the money, he'd get a knock at his door and that would be all she wrote. I told him I'd tell Lori and quickly got the hell out of there... my God.

I feel like dog shit. My throat hurts, I am exhausted, and I am in a filthy mood. I yelled at the pharmacist at the drive thru, and then went inside and yelled at the pharmacy manager. I have little tolerance for bull today. I just want to go to bed.

Sunday, November 25, 2001


Man, well I am now coming down with the sickness that has invaded our house. I went out and bought some of that zicam stuff; it's supposed to "stop colds in their tracks" (I think that's the tagline) I'll let you know in a couple of days if it really works.

The day after Thanksgiving, my sister was rear ended while waiting to take a left into our apartment's parking lot. The guy who hit her; said he never saw her; though she'd been sitting there with her blinker on for a good 15-20 seconds. He hit her going probably 35-45 miles an hour. Her mustang is totalled; she had to climb out of the car, because when she was sitting there; after the accident she heard sizzling. The backseat was totally busted, and if anyone had been sitting there; it's entirely likely that they would have been fatally injured. Lori had to ride in an ambulance but thankfully is ok; besides some bumps, bruises and soreness. She was very lucky.

Well, I am glad to say I am 90% done with my Christmas shopping. What a relief. I am also planning to take on some projects here; I am planning an overhaul on the bathroom, and eventually my bedroom (which will probably be a complete nightmare... can you say packrat?)

and now a little venting...

Without addressing who or what, can I just say I am sick and frigging tired of being lied to? I am so tired of it!! You know, I consider myself a nice person, a good friend, and decent and loyal to boot. And it's people I fucking trust who lie to me. I am way too trusting, and it's only in the last few months that I've been finding this stuff out.... obviously I'm a completely poor judge of character... and it makes me sick to think I can't trust my friends. WHATEVER.

Friday, November 23, 2001

Sick, Sick, Sick

Man, everyone here is Sick... with the exception of Myself and our new kitten Asa. My mom, dad, and Lori seem to be at the end of their colds; but post nasal drip is wreaking major havoc. I woke up at midnight last night, to Lori's coughing. I got her some water and she took some medicine and finally quit coughing. About an hour later, I could hear my mom hacking up a lung on her way to the living room; then about an hour after that I woke up to dad coughing.... only when dad coughs it sounds like he's trying to break a rib. And it goes on, and on, and on. He must've coughed for 45 minutes. Finally the cough syrup took effect and we all fell back to sleep. Then around 5am, I woke up to dad's coughing again, this time it went on at least an hour, and was almost non-stop. This is of course after, I was up the night before a few times, with Ben (our older cat), who has not been feeling well; he was vomiting. You know life is good when you are cleaning up cat puke at 3am, followed by gloving up and force feeding the poor animal hairball treatment. Aaahh, piece of cake.

Well, turkey day almost didn't happen for us... we were set to go up to Granite Falls and planned to get up early to get ready, but everyone else had been up all night coughing. Mom and dad finally decided they didn't want to deal with the coughing and stuff up there; but if Lori and I stayed at home, there would be no thanksgiving. So we himmed and hahhed a little bit and decided we would just go up. We didn't want to spend the day chillin at home. It was nice, we played with out cousins all day, and giggled during the dinner prayer. Sang old eighties rock on the way home, and basically, just had a nice day.

I woke up early today and went to the Fred Meyer five hour sale. I am about three quarters of the way done on my shopping ... not too shabby.

Monday, November 19, 2001

Krispy Kreme's Anyone?

What a weekend. Friday night, Holly, Jessica and I reinstated the old "friday at Sizzler's night out". We had a great time, just like the good ol' days, eating junk from the buffet, and gossiping. We went from there to Best Buy, and proceeded to run into Troy and Michael who were stocking up on cd's, and Matt and Kelly who were just going there to look around. Small world... I ALWAYS run into people I know at these places: Best Buy, Albertsons, Fred Meyers, and Huckleberry Square. Then, on Saturday; Lori and I picked up our cousins Cassie and Cori (the coolest 6th graders around) and went to lunch at Huckleberry Square, (where I ran into a friend of a friend; who I actually went to school with in the 7th grade and met again last weekend.) Then we went shopping at Fred Meyers for craft stuff and egg nog, where we passed my aunt carrie in the parking lot. (I'm telling you) We spent hours painting ornaments and picture frames, and then had a really nice visit with my cousin Dawn (c&c's mom) I then went over to Holly and Jessica's house to have drinks (coke and 151) and play the game Loaded questions. We had a blast, and Holly won, RECOUNT! We had decided to get up early to go get krispy kreme's, and when I called at 1:00am, we found out that the drive through was open 24 hours. Now for anyone reading this who isn't in washington state, we got our first krispy kreme shop in Issaquah here about a month ago. I must say, they are the best I've ever had. Well, we decided to go out there and go through the line then instead of waiting till morning when the lobby would open at 5:30am. We arrived at 1:50am, and were amazed at the amount of cars there... there were 6-7 lanes of cars waiting to go through the drive through. We decided what the hell and got in line. An hour later Jessica and I decided to walk to the gas station; as we weren't moving and wouldn't be for some time. We walked about a half mile there; it was so cold my lungs were burning. When we returned, we realized the meteor shower was that night and joined everyone around us oohing and aahing at all the shooting stars. (yes I made a wish, no I won't tell). We spent the next hour and a half playing the celebrity name game. It's where you pick a name... tom cruise, then the next person has to think of a tom or a cruise, I said tom brokaw. Then the next person thinks of a tom or a brokaw and so on. We were stuck on Kelly ripa-consuelos FOREVER and on Heather Graham for an eternity. I finally came up with Alexander Graham bell. we were giving each other answers just to get the game going, it was fun though. We finally reached the drive up window at 4:15 am. We were so excited ... I think more to just go home, than to actually have a donut. I got home around 5:30 am and fell into a deep deep sleep until 11:45am.

I babysat for kylie at 12:30, she is growing up so fast, already 9 mos old, and is now more pretty than cute. I kept telling Kelly (her mom) "She's such a little person now! and so pretty!" We had a good time, we went shopping at petsmart and the Guitar Center (where she made the cutest cooing sounds and smiled nonstop) I cleaned my room, and plugged every possible passage way under my bed; I will do anything to ensure a complete nights sleep! Asa as a result was not able to get under there and instead played in his litterbox at 2:30 am.... how do you get a cat to sleep? I didn't let him nap all day (which believe me is a feat in itself) and I played with him for like 4 hours straight. (I was exhausted!) I don't know what I'm going to do.... especially when I can't kick him out during christmas. I don't even want to think about it.

Did you watch the facts of life reunion last night.. good God... when did they start letting 10 year olds write movie scripts? When Mrs. G said "she's prettier than her jpeg file" after using her palm pilot and discussing email, I wanted to yell "We get it! You are updated!!!" When Blair said "you can't run in manolo blahniks" after bragging about her french chef she stole from a hotel in paris, and giving orders to Mrs. G's son to fix a leak I wanted to hit something... take every stereotypical thing about each character back in the 80's magnify it by 1,000 and let some throwbacks to 1984 write the script and you had last night's movie. Oh and by the way... Natalie's boy pageant... give me a friggin break... I grew up with these people! Why couldn't they at least try and do it justice???

Thursday, November 15, 2001


I'm telling you, I could handle motherhood. I adopted an 8 week old kitten on Saturday, Nov. 3rd. His name is Asa (ay-suh) Jermaine Polenske (Asa because I love the name, and Jermaine because I think it's funny)anyhoo, we went through a bit of a transition with big brother Ben, his nose was a mite twisted, and actually last night was the first time in the 10 days we've had Asa that Ben sat with me and purred. That first day he wouldn't come out of his litterbox for hours, then the hissing and growling would commence and go on for days. I am happy to report that my boys are now sleeping on the same chair without bloodshed, and they love playing together--though Ben does NOT like it when any part of Asa is touching him. In fact, when Asa is out of Ben's sight he meows and moans at the top of his lungs.
I do have to watch them though; I caught Ben biting Asa on the back and stomach the other night while they were playing; Asa was not happy, he was hissing and crying. But then yesterday, Ben was sleeping on the couch in Asa's spot, and Asa jumped up and bit Ben, in turn Ben jumped down and Asa curled up and went to sleep. They are shits. They are running me ragged, though I am loving it.

Their favorite game is 2:00 a.m. chase and wrestle, as well as 4:00 a.m grab ass. They were getting better; but last night, at MIDNIGHT they decided it was time to wake the dead. finally around 1am I 86ed Ben from the room; and Asa continued to get into everything in my room. Around 4 am, I could hear Ben moaning in the hallway as loud as he possibly could. I got up quickly, as I didn't want to disturb anyone, completely pissed and opened my door. He was laying in the hallway and looked surprised to see me, without thinking I whispered loudly "Ben! What the hell are you doing?! SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He just looked at me, and I realized how ridiculous I was being. I shut the door shaking my head, and climbed back into bed, hoping to fall back asleep. But of course a half hour later I was roused from sleep by the sound of Ben pawing the door and meowing; a key sign he needs the litterbox. I got up and let him in, and listend to him and Asa play for 15 minutes before he got the boot again. by this time it was nearing 5; I finally fell asleep and was awakened by the cruel reality of my alarm clock at 6 am.
I could so handle an infant... not that I'm wanting to right now, but I could.