Thursday, July 31, 2003


Finally a cool morning and day... It's overcast and breezy today... kind of a nice change from the scorching heat we've had for the past week or so.

I made zucchini bread last night... I know the name makes it sound gross, but seriously it's the best fucking bread ever. My mom used to make it every summer. Lori and I would be outside playing and we'd notice that the neighbor behind our apartment building (who we referred to as the garden guy, because 2/3 of his backyard was garden.. and seriously, he grew the biggest frickin zucchini ever, and the best plums I have ever tasted to this day) had left out 3 or 4 monster zucchini. We'd take them into mom who dreaded those moments, because it meant a couple of hours would be spent peeling and grinding up zucchini, as well as cooking a ton of those mini loaves. Last night when I took the trash out about midway through the cooking time, when I came back inside all of a sudden I was 9 again and we were living in apartment 204, the smell just totally brought me back. There's a lot of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves in the recipe so it's kind of a spicy smell. AAaaaahhhh, I made 10 loaves last night... and I have a lot more zucchini so I can probably make another 10 ... probably more, but I froze it for future use. I had a few pieces this morning, because nothing ... NOTHING is better than cold zucchini bread with a little bit of butter. Ask my sister and my parents. They know.

Anyhoo, so David and Liza broke up... what a shocker. Like he's not the biggest queen you've ever laid eyes on anyway. My God. I wonder if it's embarassing as a celebrity to brag to the world about your 'perfect union' and show off every wedding photo taken in every magazine that fronts a little dough... to have your 'perfection' fall down around your knees... and not only have the marriage disintegrate... (did I spell that right?) but then have the soon to be ex trashing your name and threatening to sue for monetary gain. yikes. That's love alright.

Man, last night at the gym, I was whalin away on the treadmill, and though I usually sweat, I don't generally sweat on my arms or my neck... I've seen other peoples arms just get shiny and wet from sweat, but I never had that happen. Till yesterday. I looked down at one point and was like "whoa... my forearms are glistening. Sweet!" I'm a nerd, but I take sweating to mean I am kicking major boo-tay, so bring it on!

I'm in a good mood today. It's Thursday! One more day of the work week, it's my last workout day of the week, and it's the best night on tv. I heart you thursday. :-)

Kelly and Matt's dad (Uncle Buddy) share a dance.

I love how the tiers are wine glasses... looks so cool

The next day at the gift opening, Kylie flirted with MY boyfriend... she also flirts a lot with Matt's brother in law Sean. It's funny because then she won't have anythign to do with my mom or uncle Buddy. She's a fickle one.

Kel pampers her feet at the reception

Kylie and I discuss something of importance at the reception

A nice pic of the new husband and wife

My favorite picture of Kelly and kylie


Wednesday, July 30, 2003


I am not complaining that it's been hot and sunny lately. And by hot and sunny perhaps I should clarify and say motherfucking sweltering. I spent all night tossing and turning, unable to sleep because I was sweating. SWEATING. at night. I am usually cold at night even when it's really warm. Last night I actually got out of bed around midnight, and stood in the bathtub and ran a little bath of cold water. I stood in the cold water, thinking that if I could make my feet cold, then perhaps the rest of me would cool off. It worked for about 10 minutes. Our apartment stays pretty cool on the whole, but gets stuffy fast. I think it was the stuffy aspect that was killing me. Without a breeze it seemed a lot worse than I'm sure it was.

Anyway, I am knee deep in the book 'The Lovely Bones' by Alice Sebold. This is one of the best books I've read in a while. It's holding my interest really well. But it's also a bit spooky so sometimes I have to set it down and calm myself. I tend to let my imagination run wild sometimes... but it is a really good book... I highly reccomend it.

I hate that there's nothing to watch on tv! I used to plan my life around tv... well back when I had no life at all. Now I have zero interest in any of those reality shows... they never show decent reruns and even the real world is beginning to bore me. I only watch tv for a bit at night anyway... usually about 8 is when I am home and out of the shower and done eating dinner, so I'll sit down and flip channels... but nothing. Aaron always says "Watch a movie"... but as is the problem when you are a child with a room full of toys... when you have an abundance of movies to choose from, none of them look appealing. I'll stand at the shelf forever trying to decide only to abandon the idea and flip channels again.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that I'd maintained my weight over the weekend... I figured I'd gained a pound or two... I ate pretty normally and didn't give a rats ass about calories... though I didn't go buck wild, but I weighed the same last night when I got to the gym as I did last thursday. A victory! I thought for sure I'd gained.

more pictures...

Kylie enjoys a little one on one time with her daddy on the dance floor.

This is Matt's sister Amy, one of the bridesmaids. I love her dress!

Matt contemplates the meaning of marriage.

Kelly enjoys herself on the dance floor.

Aaron, Lori and I take a breather.

They fed each other the cake nicely... which is cool, I always hate when people smash it into each other's faces.


Tuesday, July 29, 2003


Ashley let me borrow her 3 barrel waver last night; it's like a crimper, but with curling Iron barrels instead. It makes wavy curls... looks a lot like a perm, and I LOVE IT! Totally changed my appearance. I did it last night, a half assed job really, and when Aaron came home he kept staring and saying "you look so different" it's true, I kept looking at myself too, because I looked like someone else... a rocker type hippie chick. I was going to post a picture, but I am gonna wait until I do a better job on it, I just can't wait to go buy one of my own!

I didn't go to the gym last night; as the blisters and other sore spots on my feet were still really tender. I felt guilty about not working out but I got over it. I keep reminding myself "work in progress... work in progress..." Plus I like the way I look in the wedding pictures, so that helps too. I tried a new salad dressing last night, Bernstein's Parmesan Garlic Ranch ... the lower fat variety. It was actually really good. I am quite picky about dressings... usually stick with fat free ranch by Hidden Valley... even though it has a bit of a bite to it. But the Parmesan Garlic was awesome. I have the same salad every night (lettuce/greens with chopped onion, two hard boiled eggs, and vegetarian bacos with dressing and A LOT of pepper.) So it was nice to have a little variety.

Sunday afternoon, after we got home from all the wedding festivities, Aaron and I were vegging out on the couch, watching the news and a story came on about in car breathalizers. How the state is pushing for anyone with a DUI or other alcohol related driving infraction to have these put in their cars. The thinking being that if you have to breathe on it to get the car to start, and if the car will only start if you are not intoxicated, then there will be less drunk drivers on the road. Aaron scoffed at the story and said "all you gotta do is have your kid breathe on it, geeze. Idiots. How dumb, I mean it may slow some people down, but there are ways around the system." He shook his head in disdain and I erupted in giggles. He started laughing too, I just found it funny that he got so irritated with the idea... I had no idea he had such strong feelings on the topic ;-) He cracks me up sometimes. Can't you just see some drunk redneck though making his four year old blow on the breathalizer? yikes.

and now more wedding pictures ... because I have 3 memory cards full of em :-)

Kylie and her daddy chill in the shade before the ceremony.

Matt's sister Amy and her husband Sean, I love love love the bridesmaids dresses.

I even got a slow dance that night :-)

Mom and Aunt Ruth before the ceremony. They've known each other since grade school. Time flies.

That's Uncle Rory on the left and Uncle Gary on the right. My dad's two best friends. Uncle Rory told Aaron at the wedding how once he got a ticket for driving his motorcycle with my Uncle Gary on his shoulders, they were always playing pranks on each other and always planning something. So when my Uncle Gary told me to grab the camera and come outside my first question was "why, are you going to do something to Uncle Rory?" But no, he just wanted to have some pictures of the benches outside so he could attempt to make them at home.

Here's Kelly in her last few moments as a Hudson.

I love this picture of us, well of Aaron anyway. I love the expression on his face. He's so relaxed and you can't tell it's like a thousand degrees out. We look cool and ... I'll stop gushing now.


Monday, July 28, 2003


I have a killer headache this bright sunny morning. I had one when I went to bed last night, got rid of it, and it's now back. arg.

What a long, relaxing, fun weekend. Friday night, I ran a few errands, and got the supplies needed to make the photo collages for Matt and Kelly's Wedding. There were some awesome pictures given to me to use from Aunt Ruth (Matt's mom), Carol (Kelly's mom), my mom and Karen. Plus I had a few up my sleeve as well. Lori and Adrienne came over to hang out and help, then we had a surprise visit from Karen and Ashley. Plus Aaron got off work early, so it was fun to sit around and chat. I was up until about 3 am finishing those. The next morning, Aaron and I cleaned up the apartment and got ready to go. We got to Snohomish early, as we wanted to check in at our hotel. When we'd called to make the reservation, back in June we were lucky enough to get the last room available. After we freshened up, and I spent forever and a day trying to remember how to tie a tie, (thank God Lori and Adrienne stopped by the hotel to get ready, Lori helped me figure it out) we headed over to Belle Chapel where the wedding was taking place. We had a few photo ops before hand, I'll be sharing the pics from the wedding all week. Unfortunately I didn't manage to get any really good pictures of the bridesmaid dresses, but I am hoping that my mom or Lori did, because they were absolutely gorgeous.

The ceremony was beautiful, I was a wreck. Seems like the last couple of weddings I've gone to, I've cried at. What the heck. I never cry at stuff like that. Anyway, one of the funniest things was during the ceremony, when the photographer (a girl in her 20's I think) bent down to take a picture, and flashed the audience with her thong... and I'm not talking just a little bit of thong... I think we saw crackage. Lori took a picture of it, I haven't really seen it yet, but man how embarassing and tacky. As Karen put it "the attention should have been on the bride and groom, not the photographer's ass." touche'.

The reception was downstairs under the chapel (how convenient!) it was lovely, little white lights and lots of pretty decorations. The food was good, the cake was good, the music was awesome. We had a blast. We danced and partied, and I have war wounds to prove it... my toes have blisters and the top of my feet are bruised from the evil shoes I was wearing. They are so tender I can't wear shoes... which means I can't go to the gym... arg. Maybe I'll go swimming tonight or something.

After the wedding we crashed at the hotel, then woke up and went to breakfast with Matt's family (we were all staying in the same hotel.) We ate at a restaurant right next to an airfield, so we could see planes taking off and landing. It was pretty cool. Aaron and I went for a drive after that, looking at some of the homes and stuff in Snohomish. There are some beautiful places out there. Old victorian style homes, and newer styles too. We met everyone over at Kelly's mom's place to watch the bride and groom open presents around noon. By about 1:30 I was exhausted and ready to go. So we went home and relaxed for a while before going grocery shopping and making dinner. After dinner Aaron beat my ass playing the game 'Trouble'. 3 Rounds, he won 2. Rematch my friend... rematch.

It was a great weekend.

Oh yeah, I caught the bouqet too :-D Afterwards, Poor Aaron had to endure lots and lots of comments about what it means to catch the bouquet, and "do we hear wedding bells in your future?" It was funny, and he was as he always is, an excellent sport. I kept saying "you know there's no pressure right?" He would smile and laugh and pretend to dab his forehead saying "boy it's getting hot in here."

Lori and I with the groom before the ceremony

This is me and Aunt Ruth, she's Matt's mom and my godmother. (hence my middle name)

Here are Kaylee and Levi, Matt's neice and nephew. They were so adorable dancing together during the slow songs. Levi would lose interest and drop his arms and Kaylee would put his arm around her waist and coach him. It was so cute.

Lori and I are doing our patented dance routine... typically we only dance to 'At the Hop' by Danny and The Juniors, but this was another oldie... I can't remember which one though... good times.

One of my favorite pics of Aaron and I ever... we had such a blast this weekend. :-D


Friday, July 25, 2003


Man I love Fridays! I have a busy day ahead of me, lots of stuff to get done at work and a SHITLOAD of errands to run after work. On the plus side I got the ironing done for the wedding this weekend, and I also don't have much laundry to do at all. Mainly just cleaning and finishing up a project for Matt and Kelly's Wedding tommorrow. I'll have lots of pictures to put up next week, I'm excited to see them tie the knot. I love weddings!


1. If your life were a movie, what would the title be?
Patience is a virtue?... lol, I don't know...

2. What songs would be on the soundtrack?
Goodbye to Love by the Carpenters, Forever in Blue Jeans by Neil Diamond, Chantilly Lace by the Big Bopper, Jukebox Hero by Foreigner, Fancy by Reba Mcentyre, Baby I love your Way by Maria Edwards, That's Amore' by Dean Martin, Beautiful by Snoop Dogg, and Cleanin out my closet by Eminem...

But it would be a double disc set like the Forrest Gump soundtrack, just a lot freakin cooler.

3. Would it be a live-action film or animated? Why?
Live action, because I HATE HATE HATE cartoons.

4. Casting: who would play you, members of your family, friends, etc?
I think Drew Barrymore would play me...
Mom:Sally Field
Dad: John Malkovich
Lori: Lacey Chabert (claudia on party of five)
Aaron: Tatum thinks he looks like Tobey Maguire, but he has some of the same mannerisms as Ray Romano, so either one.(Actually I think Ray Romano, I LOVE him!) :-D
Tatum: Angelina Jolie
Holly: Kennedy (the mtv veejay from back in the day)
My aunt Ruth: Sissy Spacek

those are just a few, I actually have a list in a journal somewhere...

5. Describe the movie preview/trailer.
This question is gay, and I don't really know what to write... um scenes from my life with actors as the major players? WTF?

That's all for today kids, Have a great Weekend!

Thursday, July 24, 2003


Thursdays are cool. One more day after today till I get to sleep in. Last workout day of the week. (four days is my commitment... Friday, Saturday and Sunday are MY days to do what I want) I am tired... so tired today, but it's all good, cause it's THURSDAY!

If I were a form of pasta today ...or rather the past week I'd be ziti... or rather zitty. Fuck, I feel like I'm 12 again, and breaking out worse than those kids on the proactiv commercials. I have a red fucking zit on the end of my nose.... plus one on my forehead and two on my chin... and those are only the REALLY visible ones. Oh yeah, one next to my right eye too. Unfortunately no amount of face makeup covers them completely.

Since I don't have anything of relevance to say today, I'll leave you with a couple of pictures...

Is it bad that I find this photo comforting? She's turned into a normal girl! She's not fat, though this is an unflattering picture, but gone are those superstar six pack abs and perfect body. Should make normal girls everywhere feel a little better.


He's all smiles


Wednesday, July 23, 2003


I was driving home from the gym last night, when the song 'Nowhere to Run' by Martha and the Vandellas came on the radio. All of a sudden two images/memories flooded my brain. The first is of the movie 'Good Morning Vietnam'... I can't remember the exact part of the movie where the song is played, but I think of that movie, because my dad had the soundtrack, and I used to love to listen to it... this song was one of my favorites. The other memory was one that made me smile... and laugh and wish to hell someone had taken video or pictures of us when we were in our 'dance and choreography obsession phase'. When I was... well too old to be playing with barbies, but too young for makeup and going to the mall sans parents, I spent a summer with my sister and her friend Christina... We had a few activities that we never tired of: playing mall madness, terrorizing Christina's younger brother Jonathon... nothing terrible, he was about 3 at the time and we would rub our feet on the carpets and shock him with static electricity, we also taught him to sit like a lady and made him hold his tongue and say 'Son over Bridge'... ahhh the memories. The main activity for that summer though, was to set up a boom box and a few mixed tapes, along with a variety of props, and make up dances. I know I had to at LEAST be a freshman in high school, because I made mixes like the drill team had used at school, which would put Lori at age 11 or so, and Christina at about age 9. I helped them make up the dances and then they performed them. It was highly embarassing... I know this because I absolutely refused to dance... I would just stand back and yell out instructions. We finally recruited our friend Ashley who was 7 or 8 to join, and she promptly quit after a day or two because she got tired of being yelled at... heh, I rule with the iron fist. Anyhoo, our big plan was to eventually put on a show for people to watch... we had costumes and everything... or rather they did. But I suspect the fact that I couldn't figure out how to be involved, yet completely distance myself from the project was why we never did anything more than practice. I didn't want to be viewed as a geek you see. Anyway, there was a dance number to 'Nowhere to Run' and if I heard that song once that summer, I heard it oh, about a jillion times. Fun memories.

I was in bed early again last night, but for the life of me could not fall asleep. I laid in the dark even, with the tv off... that's usually what keeps me up, the need to follow what's going on on the tv. Finally when Aaron came to bed, I asked him to rub my back; I remember when I was a daycare teacher we would rub the kids' backs at naptime. They fell asleep so fast. Well the good ones did. The bad ones would fuss and wiggle and writhe about despite the menacing looks I'd throw their way. Eventually they'd pop up and ask if they could get up and rub our backs (the teachers) and who are we to deny a request like that? So the 3 or 4 demon children who didn't nap would take turns rubbing our backs and I would always have to fight off the urge to lay down and take a nap myself. It's so soothing. Problem is, whenever I ask Aaron to rub my bback he falls asleep faster than me! Maybe that's payback from God for all the years of child labor I basked in during preschool naptimes... 7 long years worth... I miss that job. Daily back rubs... tons of gossip, cute widdle babies... the love and adoration of all the little childrens... well ok, not all of them. One nasty little fucker told me he was going to blow up my car when I wouldn't let him get out of time out early. But I digress... for the most part I do miss that job. But not the sickness. I was sick almost the entire time I worked there... THAT sucked.

Ever since we shaved Asa I have been calling him my little naked baby and naked boy and my little mexican hairless...that's a breed of dog right? I swear I've heard it used in reference to dogs before, and that's how I mean it... but Aaron cracks up every time I say it... like when I left this morning, Aaron was half asleep in bed, and heard me say to the cat "Goodbye my little mexican hairless, can I spank the baby tushy?"I bent down and patted Asa on the butt "I love the baby tushy!" I yelled. Ok... maybe I can see why he laughed. He is after all living with a crazy person. But I the baby tushies. And the baby kitties. And... I need to stop now.

Sleep deprived? Nah...

Did you hear about this story?All I gotta say is someone's going to be in the money...

Ofoto is crapping out on me right now, so I'll leave you with a couple disturbing pics from E!'s fashion police...

I keep reading how she 'eats all the time' and 'is so not anorexic'... not just articles written with her quotes either, usually it's from costars and family... dude, what the hell. Ok, so if she does eat all the time and still look like this, then what the fuck is her problem? I would seriously start seeking medical advice... she just looks so unhealthy you know?

This picture of Drew Barrymore kills me... don't know what the motivation for the baby powder white, kibuki look is... but it just kinda makes me laugh.


Tuesday, July 22, 2003


I gotta go to the eye doctor. The headaches, they are increasing in volume. The squinting, she is out of control.

I am in a wierd mood today. I was in bed by 830 pm last night. So. freakin. tired. It was just one of those days. I got into it with the satchel bastard ... I was so tired yesterday and even attempted to be nice to him. But once he starts talking down to me I just lose any tolerance I have for him. Apparently I didn't circle the accessories that came in with a unit to be repaired, but I had written them down in the log. He was bringing it to my attention, and I thought he had a question as to which accessories came in. He got flustered because I wasn't understanding that he was just pointing out my mistake, so I apologized for the mistake and he said "Well you do it all the time, and I let it slip by, but you need to pay more attention." I said "ok, I got it." then he continues of course "I usually let them slide, but I can't do that anymore. We all work off of these and your mistakes could cost us money." That statement pissed me off. Did I not just say I got it? I sighed audibly and said "YEAH. I hear you. I got it." he then goes on to say "You need to double your effort." I just about blew there. I was being cooperative and semi gracious ... I turned to him, and yelled "OK, MR. PERFECTION, I HEARD YOU, AND UNLESS THERE IS SOMETHING I CAN SPECIFICALLY HELP YOU WITH, JUST DROP IT." He got kind of defensive and said "I just want you to double your effort." I fired back OK! I KNOW! YOU KEEP SAYING THAT! I am not an idiot, and I find your tone and the way you are speaking to me right now insulting, so just drop it." He tried to tell me to 'double my effort' one more time, but I yelled over him "WHY DON'T YOU DOUBLE YOUR EFFORT THEN? AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" gah! I.hate.him.

I got to the gym last night and two of the treadmills were broken and the remaining 8 or so were being used. Arg. I hate it when that happens. Completely throws me off... especially when I am having a hard time anyway. I didn't have anything to read, and I was so so tired. I got on the elyptical machine, did 15 minutes there. Then I hopped on a treadmill as soon as someone got off. I didn't have anything to read though, and it was like pulling teeth. So I did 2 miles and some change in a half hour. (usually I do 45 min) I went over to do my situps... and only made it through 125 before I threw in the towel. I was laying there on the mat, and it occurred to me that as I took a breather between sets, my eyes were burning and I could literally have fallen asleep right then and there. I decided to just go home and not push myself any more. I still put forth the effort and did more than I wanted to do. Man.

So I plugged in the movie "Peggy Sue Got Married" and fell asleep between 930 and 10. I woke up though around 2 and tossed and turned A LOT between then and 4. But I think I feel more rested... another early night wouldn't kill me though. Will attempt to do a full workout this afternoon... wish me luck!

dad enjoys the parade

a really good pic of lori I stole off her camera


Monday, July 21, 2003


I can't believe it's over. I had a blast this weekend, but it's over so freakin fast. Aaron came home early on Friday, I was supposed to go running at the track with my sister... but it was like a million degrees outside... ok, so it was probably 80 or so. But still. We had headaches, and just didn't feel like exerting ourselves. So I went to Target and bought Aaron a camping chair. I know, talk about exerting myself. Is it just me or do you resent it when the greasy, 6'3", 110lb security guard at Target asks to see your receipt when you are exiting the store? They don't ask everyone, and I don't think it would matter if they did... I resent the hell out of it. I walked right by "Jeremy" as he was harassing some other customer, and left... as I was on my way out to my car I wondered what the protocol is when you leave without being 'verified'. Can they follow you outside to see your receipt? Or must they look in the store? Because it was hot and sticky out, and because I was experiencing a mind shattering headache I was ready to tell Jeremy to go fuck himself if he followed me outside. That technically they can't do shit to me because I did purchase my items, I have proof... but didn't feel like sharing it with the likes of him. You know... there really is no point to the last paragraph, because I got to my car without incident... it was just something I was thinking about. Anyway...

When Aaron got home we rented a couple of movies and I colored in my coloring book. (What am I ... 5?) I have been in a coloring mood lately... bought two coloring books last night... a sesame street one and a barbie one. I couldn't find any other kind, seems like all there is anymore are activity books for kids... don't they color anymore? When we were little, my sister and I loved coloring books... we had a bazillion of em' and I remember you used to see them in grocery stores and stuff. Now, not so much. Anyhoo, I also bought a 64 pack of crayons... I have a 48 pack at home, but I needed that 64 pack... I've warned Aaron that it IS back to school shopping time, and my office supply addiction... though it isn't as strong as it once was, it is alive and present... so keep me away from the pens and paper. (Sadly I'm not kidding... I once bought 10.00 worth of notebooks at Target, simply because they were only 33 cents each. I know people, I know.

Anyhoo, we got up bright and early on Saturday, went and picked up my sister and my dad and then settled in with the rest of my dad's family (as well as some friends ---Hi Holly and Maria!) to watch the West Seattle Hi-Yu parade. A bit part of the seafair celebration. The reason so many of us turned out (and by the way there was easily between 40 and 50 people) was because my cousins --Cassie and Cori are now a part of the All-City Marching Band. This is a group of high school students (though they are only 13... how proud are we?!) from all over the Seattle Area, that practice their hearts out and work their tails off, to participate in several parades and events during the summer months. Holly's sister Justine (who is a sophomore to be) is also in the band, she joined last year. These students are asked to join All City... it is the cream of the crop of band students. Anyway, we were there early, so we spent a lot of time chatting and having a good ol' time, watching the floats go by...

This float was for some senior center... we couldn't believe the 'tarzan diaper' the old dude was wearing.

Yes, that's 80 year old ass hanging out of a 'loin cloth'... yikes.

The famous Lincoln Toe Truck

That's Cassie on the left, and Cori on the right.

Here is Cassie participating in the dance they do mid song (I think the song was 'whip it')

and here's Cori, doing her part.

Here is Holly's sister Justine, whaling away on her sax.

They did so good. I had no idea how proud I actually was of them, until I realized I had tears streaming down my face... of course I wasn't alone. My aunt (their grandma) was crying as well as my sister and Justine's mom. It was so neat to see them out there having so much fun, and doing something so cool.

I'll post a couple other pics from the parade throughout the week...

After that, we drove down to Olympia and celebrated Aaron's brother's birthday. They had a barbecue, it was nice to sit in the shade and chill all evening.

Sunday we got up, and I putzed around the apartment, in a cleaning frenzy... sometimes I just want to have everything polished... while Aaron tried to mess with his laptop. He's installing a new program... Linux or something. Anyway, we did our own thing for a little while until I decided that Asa needed a haircut. Aaron got down on the floor and helped me, actually I held the cat and he did the shaving. Asa did really good for the most part, but towards the end he was getting upset and was trying to bite Aaron. Amazingly though, Aaron did a good job despite Asa's jumping around and freaking out. I call him my little naked boy. (Asa, not Aaron, lol)

It's a naked baby!

he doesn't seem to mind not having fur... after we were done shaving him, we gave him some treats and all was well. He is such a good cat; doesn't hold grudges or anything. You can't really see in that picture just how close we got to his skin, but he has basically no length to his fur at all.

Anyhoo... after that, we went down to the Bite of Seattle. We shared a berry smoothie and some Garlic Fries (oooh how I missed them) and then I had a slice of garlic pizza (yes, I stink to the high heavens mom, and it was worth it!) And Aaron had Alligator meet ... Alligator on a stick to be specific. What was the verdict on that? "Tastes like chicken"... lol, he said it was good, but for all he knew it could have been chicken. Then we watched the Beatnik's play for a while,

As usual, they didn't disappoint.

We sweated our buns off while we were down at the bite... it was so freakin hot. We sought refuge in the air conditioned haven of Fred Meyers for some grocery shopping afterwards... Then met up with my sister at home for some swimming and tater tot goodness for dinner.

All in all... an eventful weekend. I was in bed at midnight with a I guess the weekend came in with an ache and out with an ache. oh well. It all went by so dang fast.


Friday, July 18, 2003


I am tired. *yawn* I woke up when my alarm went off, and actually vaguely... VERY vaguely remember turning it off. I woke up a half hour later in a panic. I hate it when that happens! Luckily though, I set my alarm really early so I have plenty of time to just chill out before I have to get in the shower. But man, I so could've used another hour of sleep.

I have kind of a busy weekend ahead of me. Tonight I am probably going to go swimming with Lori; usually I am only at the gym monday through thursday, and fridays I try to do something physical, but something that's lower key. I also need to clean the apartment... I could wait to do this until later on this weekend, but I love having a spic and span house on the weekend, and I don't want to come home sunday afternoon and be faced with a messy place. Luckily, the apartment isn't too bad, just needs to be dusted and vaccuumed and some laundry needs to find it's way into the washing machine. Tommorrow morning, we are getting up bright and early to go pick up my dad and sister to watch the West Seattle Hi Yu Parade, a part of Seafair. My cousin's are in the All City Marching Band (I'm so proud of them!) and so is Holly's younger sister. It's a big deal to be included in this group; as the band members are chosen from all across western Washington, and typically the members are 9th grade or older. Cassie and Cori are headed to the 7th grade I think this year. So we (the family) are all really really proud of them.

After the parade, and after we drop dad and lori off at home, we are headed down to Olympia, to Aaron's brother's surprise birthday party. We'll most likely end up staying the night down there, and heading back home on Sunday. After we get home and get cleaned up on Sunday we are headed to the Bite of Seattle.... Where I am going to eat whatever the heck I want. The Beatniks are playing there Sunday afternoon and I can't wait to see them. On the way home I'm sure we'll stop so we can pick up some groceries, and that in a nutshell will be our weekend. So that's why I want to clean house today... who wants to deal with it on sunday night? Not me.

Have you seen those commercials with Patricia Heaton for Albertsons? I hate those. I don't dislike her at all... I love the show 'Everybody Loves Raymond' but I just can't stand those commercials.

You see the Ben and J-lo interview last night? Aaron and I watched it... very anticlimatic. Or maybe I'm just over Ben and Jen... I don't know. It would have been better too if that dude from Access Hollywood wasn't the interviewer... his voice is very grating.


1. When was the last time you cheated?
I have no idea... when I was younger I gained a reputation for cheating at board games... but I don't do that anymore, though I'm sure my sister will dispute that claim. Anyway, it's not cheating unless you get caught ;-P

2. When was the last time you stole?
I don't steal... though I took a few grapes from the produce aisle at the store yesterday; mainly to see if they were the sweet kind or the ass kind. They were the ass kind. I'm not paying for that shit. But I don't think that's stealing... more like sampling. Does file sharing count as stealing? Because I never do that...

3. When was the last time you lied?
who knows... these questions are dumb today

4. When was the last time you broke or vandalized another's property?
on purpose? Probably 5 or 6 years ago when we went egging... or when I threw Lori's toothbrush in the toilet about 3 years ago during a particularly nast fight... (or when I threw her camera against the wall...god I sound stable huh?)

5. When was the last time you hurt a loved one?
I scratched Aaron yesterday on accident, I also clocked him in the face by accident too; I swear! Nah, he was talking back and I had to put him in his place ;-) No, I just get a little too exhuberant when I'm talking and if you are anywhere close, you run the risk of getting hit by my flailing arms.

heh, I said flailing.

Have a good weekend!

The little focker knows he's not allowed to chew on electrical cords, but does that stop him? NOOOooooo.


Thursday, July 17, 2003


When I woke up this morning I was totally excited because I thought it was Friday. You can imagine my dismay at realizing I still had 2 more freakin days before the weekend. Oh well... Thursday is actually one of my favorite days... Thursdays and Saturdays... that feel like Sundays, because I always get happy when I realize I still have one day to go on my weekend.

Two things happened yesterday that disturbed me down to my very core. On the way home from the gym, I found myself humming along to a song on the radio, thinking to myself: "Man, I really like this song!" Then I remembered it was a Beyonce Knowles song and cursed myself. I can't stand her. (usually... apparently... somehow she slipped under the filter though)... I have no reason to dislike her other than I just don't. CANNOT STAND HER. The whole priveleged youth... daddy manages her group... other girls get the shaft kinda thing. It's a principle thing.

The other thing that happened was that after I got home, showered, ate my dinner, and checked my email it was still fairly 8:15 or so. I was flipping channels on the tube, and of course unless I want to watch any one of the 32 flavors of 'reality' television that's on every fucking night, there really isn't much to choose from. So I stopped on Kong; the local affiliate to the affiliate of NBC... that's the best way I can describe it. Anyway, I start watching of all things, Dr. fucking Phil. Not only do I start watching it, but I find myself paying attention, staying put during commercials and above all not chastising anyone on the show! What's wrong with me?! I used to make fun of Dr. Phil and all who watched him!!! It occurs to me I never gave the show a chance, probably because right after he became popular, my parents would watch him and then pawn off his advice to me. My mom told me once last year, when I was moaning about being single and wanting a boyfriend "That Dr. Phil says the best way to meet a guy is to go to a place where guys hang out... sporting events, men's clothing store's etc." Right then and there I think is where the Dr. Phil can go to hell philosophy was born. Well, this show was ok; and while he still kinda gets on my nerves... he did a nice thing for this girl who is suffering from anorexia and bulimia, by footing the bill for therapy for as long as it takes for her to get well.

Speaking of weight issues, thanks to those of you who dropped me a line, and signed the comments section with suggestions on why I am plateauing. I did eat a little more yesterday... including a cup of the forbidden java... potted coffee though, no frou-frou stuff that I really really wanted. (I am going to get a frappucino on saturday though, come hell or come highwater.) Anyhoo, I was back down to 169 at the gym last night, and yes I am aware I probably shouldn't be weighing myself every single day... but I do, and I don't see me not doing it anytime soon... seems to be feast or famine with me. I either continually weigh myself or I go years without doing it. There were literally about 3 years I went without knowing how much I weighed... even telling the nurse at the doctor's office not to tell me how much I weighed or just flat out refusing to get on the scale when I went in there. The day I conceded I was about 260lbs... and thus the weight loss began. Well... not right away, I had gotten a few pictures back from a camping trip... horrified at how I looked, and when I showed people they weren't as shocked as me... that was kind of a wake up call.

Anyhoo, as far as eating more... that's something I am going to have to work up to. I ate my eggs and onion yesterday wrapped in a tortilla (mmmm, heaven) and then ate a low fat chocolate chip granola bar. (mmmm) I also had an extra banana in the morning and some soy crisps. Then I put cheese on my salad last night, as well as an extra hardboiled egg. I was full, so I didn't eat a lot extra, but I did eat a little bit more than I usually do. (Which I think is a step in the right direction.) As far as shocking my system by eating more calories for a week or so, then going back onto my regimen... I went off of it for like 6 months, and got back on and have worked my ass off to lose 8lbs. 3 of which I gained in that time, and an extra 5 for good measure. While I didn't go buck wild while I went off the regimen... I ate normally. I still stayed a vegetarian--eating fish occasionally, and eating fairly healthy, but I ate a lot of muffins. I ate cookies... (God, especially during the holidays), I ate fast food... Taco Time mostly, and if I wanted candy, I ate candy. I ate cereal, sandwiches, and rice. I ate ice cream and waffles and drank coffee and beer. Then when I started back, I figured I would drop weight really fast, but it just didn't happen that way. So, where I am at TODAY (because this seems to change on a daily freakin basis) is that I am going to stay on track... not get frustrated and quit. I had a really great workout last night... an easy night, where running and applying myself came easy for once. If anything, I'll lose inches and the poundage will come in time... I hope. :-) That much I have to have faith in.

The satchel bastard is due to be back in the office today. (uugggghhhh) All day yesterday the rest of us were overjoyed at his absence. If I heard "man it's a good day when he's gone!" once, I heard it 20 times. And not just from my own mouth. We are due to begin an inventory next week and I am dreading it like you wouldn't believe. Picture an office lined with shelves, that hold lots of boxes with lots of little coin envelopes that hold tiny little parts for electronic repairs. We have to count all of those. Tiny little screws, washers, bolts etc. Oy. It's gonna be left mostly to me, but I have already insisted on the tech helping me for one day... and have repeated that request at least 10 times a day for the past week... I don't repair anything, so there are lots of items that I don't know what the hell they are, let alone the miscellaneous piles of stuff in his office. Everyone keeps their workspace their own way, and some of those parts need to be counted, and some don't (as they already belong to customers) and without his input... I am lost. Wish me luck. It's going to be a trying week.

I know this picture is blurry, but I love the contrast between Asa's colors and the blanket. Plus his nose is so pink.


Wednesday, July 16, 2003


I'm actually in a pretty decent mood today, I just feel the need to bitch about a few things... first I must thank the good Lord because a certain satchel bastard is out of the office today. Woohoo! At least that's the rumor I heard. With my luck I'll go into the office, and he'll show up late, but still show up. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

Ok, more ass tasting fruit... this morning it is the red Delicious apple... how can something so shiny and red and good looking taste so fucking awful? It does! Taste like ass! Red fruits suck right now!

I made a 200 dollar payment to my dentist... which leaves me with a balance of like 166 bucks... UNTIL I go back to have the permanent crowns put on in August.... which the cost of those is 1800 bucks. I'll only have to pay half... oh only? wow... that's so fucking rad, only almost a thousand bucks for two fucking teeth. ARG.

My eyes are getting worse, I squint constantly. I get headaches when I read... my insurance plan does not have vision, but it does ironically have one free eye exam per year. Wow... I want to know what idiot over at Regence put that plan together. Since I don't have vision, what happens if I get eye cancer? What happens when I go in for that pointless appointment to have my vision checked and they find I have damage to my cornea or failing vision.... "Well ms. Polenske I see that you not only are nearsighted in your left eye, but your right eye has astigmatism, and you are slowly going blind... a pair of glasses would be best, but since Regence is your provider and is completely screwing you, I guess you'll just have to be satisfied knowing that your eyesight is failing miserably and there is nothing you can do about it... unless you want to pay retail for your glasses, in which case it'll cost you roughly too much fucking money. But hey, that's only if you want semi stylish frames. I can get you into a pair of the ugliest pieces of shit you've ever laid eyes on for about 20 bucks less." Arg. The kicker is, my insurance plan actually isn't that bad, it's pretty decent by comparison... but it doesn't have the one thing I want. At least I have dental... even though it's still costing me an arm and a leg.


Man, I have been craving... CRAVING a Starbucks Mocha Frappucino like you wouldn't believe. This morning I'm not only craving that but cookies too... you know it seems no matter how long I roam the aisles of the grocery store, I can't find that perfect food... the food that is low cal, no fat and tastes like heaven... it just doesn't exist. I weighed 170 at the gym last night. a pound... how the fuck did I gain a pound overnight. It must be because I was working out my muscles pretty hard, and muscle weighs more than fat... I guess. Somedays weight loss seems so easy, and other days I feel like I am standing on a ledge ... and gaining a pound is all it's gonna take to push me right over. Part of me doesn't care if I weigh 170 forever... as long as I firm up and tone down.... meaning, don't have quite the squishy midsection I have now... and the other part of me screams 'FUCK THAT! I WANT TO WEIGH UNDER 150 FUCKING POUNDS!!!" Why is it so fucking difficult? I work my ass off at the gym, I eat like a goddamn rabbit... if it ain't a fruit or a vegetable then it's unlikely I'm eating much of it... I drink--no shit--- a gallon of water plus a day. For breakfast I have a banana or other fruit. I have a v-8 when I am feeling hungry mid morning. For lunch, it's something with protein. Lately it's been eggbeaters and onion with salsa. Sometimes though it's a boca burger on wheat bread, and occasionally a veggie sandwich on wheat. Then I go work out right after work, I do 3 miles minimum on the treadmill... usually it's over 3 miles, because I stay on for 45 minutes and often sprint and walk fast... but regardless, on my slowest days it's a 3 mile minimum. Then I go spend 15 minutes in hell on the elyptical machine... which is kind of like a cross between running and cross country skiing. (it's like low impact running, it glides) By the time I am done there, I have burned around 500 calories (usually a little more; but right around 500) according to the machines. From there I usually go to the mats and do my ab excercises. I am doing 300 reps a day... a total of 9 sets of different situps. I start with 50 regular crunches, take a breath, then do 50 with my legs crossed indian style. Then I do the leg lifts where you lay on your back and lift them together up and bring them down slowly; it works not only your lower stomach but your thighs as well. I do 25 of those, then do the elbow to the opposite knee crunches (a set of 30 on both sides). I take a breath, and then twist my lower body to one side, while keeping the upper body flat, and do a set of 30 of those on both sides. Follow that with 25 more leg lifts and a set of 30 crunches with my feet in the air and I am done. It usually takes me about 15 minutes to do 300, but somedays it's longer. By the time I leave the gym I am soaked and tired and usually feeling pretty good. You would think the weight would just be flying off of me, but it isn't. I go home after that, and jump in the shower. I then cut up some onion and a hard boiled egg and add those to my salad, which I have with a diet cherry coke... my one vice I.WILL.NOT.GIVE.UP. I don't think one can of pop amongst a gallon or more of water a day is that bad. On the days the hunger is unbearable (though I think my stomach is shrinking, so it's actually not too bad) I will have a mott's cinnamon applesauce cup, or some soy crisps... which are healthy, but make me feel guilty. I know I'm obsessing here, and I know it's probably boring to read this, but I thought writing it all out might help me see where I am going wrong... and I don't see it... arg.

I had a really awesome phone conversation yesterday. An old friend called me and we ended up talking for almost an hour. I never do that anymore; it was really nice. I've known this girl since the 7th or 8th grade, but we really became good friends in high school. Anyway, our lives went on, and we stay in touch; but rarely do we find ourselves on the phone... usually it's emails or getting together with other girlfriends for lunch... but we had a great time chatting last night and I realized how much I miss talking to her. We are experiencing the same thing when it comes to careers and decisions etc... and it's nice to know it's not something that's unheard of... I tend to view people with college degrees as having a leg up when it comes to life in if they are leading a charmed life... you know? (I think it's that whole 'the grass is greener on the other side' notion), especially since I am going through the process to attain a degree and I view people who've already done it as LUCKY! Anyway, it's comforting to know that feeling restless and unsure about career choices isn't just something I am going through. Plus it was just awesome to reconnect. :-)

Well, I think I've jabbered on long enough, no pics today; as I don't really have any new ones. have a great day!


Tuesday, July 15, 2003


There are only a few things I hate... like truly hate. Here is a small list... pain, math, gaining weight, the smell of vanilla, being patronized, being ignored, violence, the stairmaster, telemarketers and boy bands that masquerade as punk bands. Good Charlotte that means you... All American Rejects, you too. This also includes Sum 41, Simple Plan, The Ataris, and especially Bowling for Soup. I hate them. I also hate Blink 182 the most blatant boy band in punk clothing out there. I can't tell the difference between any of their music... band members all look roughly alike, and the skinny tie over the old school concert tee has been done. As much as the spiked hair, lip piercing, and obscene amount of tattoos have been. Oy. I don't really know why I felt the need to state that, but it does irritate me, especially that song ... 'I'm a dick... I'm addicted to you'...

Anyhoo, onto bigger and better topics... any of you following along at home, will be pleased to note that when I weighed myself at the gym last night I was 169lbs even... that's a half pound less than last thursday...and I USUALLY GAIN over the weekends. So you can imagine how pleased I was. Tickled actually is probably the better word. Suddenly I found myself with an abundance of energy, so I did 3.20 miles, 15 minutes on the elyptical machine and 300 situps. I was so tired when I was done. I might do that much today too. We'll see.

Tatum reminded me yesterday that the writing on most of Ray Finkle's stuff in 'Ace Ventura Pet Detective' said 'DIE DAN DIE!'... I couldn't for the life of me remember that (until she told me, then of course...) I love that movie. We're going to have to get it on DVD eventually.

I bought some organic grapes at safeway over the weekend because they were on sale, and what could be better than regular grapes but organic grapes? Too bad they TASTE LIKE ASS! Seriously... these things taste like shizzle. I am highly disappointed. I will go back to buying my normal pesticide ridden grapes from now on. Blech.

I was having a good hair day so I took a picture :-)

He's so cute I just want to bite him


Monday, July 14, 2003


Remember that scene from Ace Ventura Pet Detective when Jim Carrey walks into Ray Finkle's old bedroom and there is lots of graffiti on the wall; well, not necessarily graffiti but 'laces out' was scrawled everywhere. As well as stuff about Dan Marino if memory me right. Jim Carrey looks around, taking it all in and then says in a sarcastic sort of way..."Obsess Much?" That's how I am about my weight. I have been working like a dog to lose weight... I am ... ok well, I WAS 169.5 lbs on Thursday.... I am cringing about weighing myself at the gym tonight. Lori threatened me on Friday if I didn't get ice cream at Dairy Queen ... so I caved... and ok, it wasn't very difficult to talk me into ice cream. It was like a million fucking degrees out, and we were starving... so blizzards just sounded like a natural option. But after a week of eating lettuce and fruit, I fear my body may have taken every fat calorie and carbohydrate and hung on for dear life. Then around midnight, after we had made an appearance at Nate's Birthday party, (he's got such a cool condo... view of the space needle!)and found out Jessica's plane was late, we stopped and got stuff to make burritos. I had a breakfast burrito (With fat free refried beans!!!) and Aaron had one with chicken. Then we picked Jess up, took her home to Puyallup, came home and crashed around 230am.

Saturday morning we got up and got ready to go to Kent Cornucopia Days... a streetfair of sorts... a big ass streetfair of sorts. We ate cajun salmon sandwiches which for once I thought were a bit spicy... usually Aaron doesn't care for spiciness, and I love it. These sandwiches had some serious kick. Then we walked around and looked at stuff... it was so frickin hot though... we left and stopped at Walmart to pick up a few things, then went home. Aaron had to work for a couple hours, so I rearranged our office area... it looks so much better now! I also cleaned the house and did laundry. When Aaron got home Saturday, I went grocery shopping and we kicked back and watched movies and had ice cream cones (fat free!) before crashing around midnight.

Sunday morning we perused the ads and paper, then Aaron went to work for a couple hours. I made some fat free chocolate chip cookies. Then I tidied up the living room and scrubbed the bathroom down. (what the fuck... you'd think I was nesting or something... busy busy busy!) When Aaron got home, his friend Willie was with him. They put up a shelf in our storage unit and now my bike is no longer out in plain sight (Thank you GOD!) Our living room looks so much bigger without it there. We went down to petsmart, and the book store and came home, watched movies, ate dinner (a salad) too many cookies and crashed around midnight. Long weekend. Good weekend. But I ate semi-normally, I didn't overeat but still... I am a freak and panicking. I did drink a minimum of 2 liters of water each day though... and I normally never do that on the weekends. I guess we'll see when I go to the gym tonight. Arg. I just get so frustrated ... I need to chill out.

I keep seeing all these news reports about people getting injured by the bulls at the annual running of the bulls in Pamplona... and you know what? I'm glad. I hope those bulls gore the fuck out of anyone who stands in their way. I saw some footage, and these poor bulls falling and sliding down those streets...probably scared out of their mind... Any idiot who participates in such cruelty deserves whatever they get.

I came home on Friday to my ghetto ass neighbor Shanaynay blasting her old school Teddy Pendergrass, and wailing at the top of her lungs to it. Lori said it sounded like cackling... girlfriend CANNOT sing for SHIT. It was really loud and obnoxious... our doors and windows were closed and it was loud as hell. So after some coaxing by Lori, we locked the cats in the bedroom, and opened my front door and windows (hers were all open too) and put on a little papa roach... cranking it so loud, I'm sure people a couple blocks away could've heard us. We kept it up loud through most of the song... and when I say loud, I say I had a small headache afterwards, my ears were ringing afterwards... you could feel the base in your chest... it was LOUD. Sure enough though, her music was off... and we spent the rest of the afternoon with peace and quiet. Aaahhh... the pleasure of having a kick ass stereo system. Aaron's got good taste when it comes to the electronics. :-)

ahhh, give the momma kisses!


Friday, July 11, 2003


1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it?
Well, I'm sure I had some best friends BEFORE the first grade... probably family friends and stuff... kids that my sister and I hung out with... but I remember my actual first best friend being De Etta Pingitore. Her parents were the leaders of our brownie troup, when I was in the first grade. She had red hair and freckles, and we fought like cats and dogs, but then would make up 10 seconds later and be giggling about something that only 6 year olds can giggle about.

2. Are you still in touch with this person?
No, sadly we lost touch later down the line in middle school. I ended up switching schools after the first grade, but since we didn't live very far from each other, we were able to still get together for play dates and sleep overs. When we were in middle school (I think) her family moved to Bothell (... I think). I've looked online for her; but have never found any info... not sure what I'd say if I did find her. So much time has passed.

3. Do you have a current close friend?
Besides Aaron who fittingly is not only the best boyfriend ever, is also my best friend... I have several current close friends and best friends. I hate to label people best and close etc, they know who they are.

4. How did you become friends with this person?
Most I met through high school and my job as a daycare teacher... have known most of my best friends for about 10 years or more.

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?
Well it would be nice to still talk to De Etta, but I would also like to be in touch with a friend from high school named Yamah, as well as a handful of old friends from my school days. We just lost touch because of life... things happen, people move, people change, you change... life goes on.

No gratuitous cat pics today, but how about some 'friendly' pics...

From the left that's Bobby, Kelly and Matt (who's holding Kylie)... Matt's mom is my mom's best friend. Bobby's dad is my dad's best friend. Kelly's parents were best friends with my parents growing up, but now her mom is closer to my parents than her dad. The cool thing is we used to play together as kids, (kelly, bobby and I--Matt lived really far away), then when Matt moved out here a couple years ago, he and Kelly hit it off, and are getting married IN TWO WEEKS! I can't wait :-)


Thursday, July 10, 2003


I think I have a sinus headache... I don't get them often, but it hurts mainly behind my eyes, around my nose and up into my forehead. And Advil ain't doing shit to stop it. Plus my neck is stiff because I slept wrong... ahhh, it's a beautiful morning. I stumbled out of bed this morning after laying there for about 4 minutes after turning the alarm off... I was so tired. But laying there without backup (the snooze button) is like playing with fire. So I dragged my ass out of bed and made my way to the computer, which had turned itself off once again in the middle of the night. I fired her back up, and noticed it was checking the drives for potential errors one percent at a time. Around 22% I said fuck it and got into the shower. Apparently, I've inherited the gene that makes it a need to check the weather every morning upon waking up. My mom used to (and probably still does) do this every single day... and it used to irritate the shit out of me... for no other reason than it just did. Now I do it. What a hypocrite. Anyway, on my way to the shower I opened the blinds and stubbed my toe on my fucking bike in the process. What is a bike doing in our living room you ask? Well, that's really the only place we have to store it for the moment until we break down and put up a shelf in our storage unit... ARG. That day needs to come soon.

And while I'm bitching about things, I also need a change in the office area. We use our dining room for that purpose, and until we get a desk, we use the dining room table to put the computer on... which makes surfing the net a bit of a bitch, because it's too high for the office chair. More than that; the way the office is laid out makes it a pain in the ass to get into the office chair to surf in the first place. My mom will be giving us her desk when she gets a new one, but I think until that happens, we will just have to rearrange a little bit... before I go fucking nuts! The clutter is about to take over the area and kill us all. BAH!

As usual it was negative 3 degrees in the office yesterday, as it will be today I'm sure. I found myself being nice to the Republican Idiot who I think I'll now just refer to as 'satchel' ... because calling him the 'Republican Idiot' sounds like I hate him because of the fact that he's republican, and that's not true. I wouldn't care if we believed the exact same thing... I just detest the fucker in general, so I'll call him 'Satchel' for the man purse he carries. Anyhoo, I found myself actually being nice to him yesterday when he asked me to proofread a letter he wrote. I caught myself off guard. Perhaps I'm becoming a nicer person...or I was just weak from hunger. Another wierd thing happened yesterday too... our new salesguy called me and had me look up on ticketmaster to see if concert tickets were available for a show that night. It was wierd because while I do a handful of different things for the guys... I don't know, they don't usually ask me to do personal stuff. He did say it was for a client... but that's wierd too. I didn't mind, because it doesn't take long to look something like that up... but it was just wierd.

We also have a schedule of cleaning duties here at work that we are supposed to be on a rotation for. One of the guys I work with came up with it, there is a calendar in the bathroom that is clearly marked with one name a week... in a rotation so we all take turns cleaning the office. (boy is that sentence redundant or what? too bad I don't give a shit) anyway, there is also a task list... I used to be diligent about cleaning on my week... but now I have given up. I refuse to do it anymore. I threatened this everyone there about a month ago. In the beginning we all did our share... well, part of it anyway. I was the only one who did EVERYTHING on the task list. out of 5 people in our office only 3 of us cleaned on our scheduled week. (the guy who made up the system doesn't even do it!) Then people started slacking off, and the only time the office ever even looked cleaner was when I would clean because I would empty all the common trash cans, and vacuum and generally wipe up and clean up... I am sick of people not doing their part, and I'll be damned if I am going to bust my ass to clean this pigsty, for everyone else to just ignore their duties. No one else vacuums or anything... when they do clean up; they only clean the bathroom. Well I'm not doing any of it any more. People should take some damn pride in their work place and just make an effort!

Ok, I'm done with my soapbox... man I sound like I need a Midol today huh? Just some Tylenol Sinus would be great.

I am making Aaron a blanket; I Finally mastered the granny square!

Aaaaahhhh... sweet sunshine...

He's the baddest thing ever... hunted and killed this catnip toy all by himself.. grrr