Friday, February 27, 2004


Yeah, while everyone I know is out having the best weekend ever, I am going to be at home curled up on the couch with that fucking astronomy book. Pushing the cats off my lap, getting distracted by anything and everything, and then panicking on Sunday, which will lead to me cramming and then taking the test so I can be done before the Oscars come on. *sigh* It's eerie how well I can predict the future.

Oh yeah, and I'm going to make Aaron take me to see Mona Lisa smile tonight, it's playing at the discount theater and there had better be A LITTLE BIT OF FUN in my weekend.

I was disappointed to read that "Edwards said gay marriage ?is an issue that ought to be decided in the states. I think the federal government should honor whatever decision is made by the states.?" Um, Bullshit, have some fucking balls for God's sake. If you leave it up to the states, then discrimination is still going to take place and it's the Federal Government's job to set forth a sort of precedent or be a role model as such in terms of equality. It's time to face the fact that this country is suffering from a raging case of homophobia and fucking do something about it. Put an end to the arguing and do what's right. If you make gay marriage legal think about all the positive things that could come from that. Not only will millions of people be happy and able to fulfill a dream, but think of the possibilities regarding adoption and foster care. Millions of kids could be granted care they need and deserve in the homes of married gay couples. What's the worst that could happen? These kids, (OUR FUTURE) might come out of the experience as tolerant, accepting adults? The horrors!

And also, I saw on that Affleck's pals are worried about him because he's lonely you know, I laughed out loud when I read that. I was single for 8 motherfucking years. You wanna talk lonely? The guy is damn bizillionaire, and can have any fucking woman he wants, I don't think a dating drought is what he's suffering from. A case of the "woulda coulda shoulda's" maybe. Maybe even a broken heart, but lonliness... not so much.

I'm full of opinions today, no? I was disappointed by Survivor AND The Apprentice last night. I really thought Colby would go, I like him, but I like Richard Hatch too... It was kinda neat to see him lose that smugness he had for a while. I guess catching the most and the biggest fish isn't as important this time around. He should have tried another angle. And I really think Trump should have fired Nick (is that his name? the red headed asshole?) I can't stand him. I don't like that blonde chick who oversees one of the teams either... I can't remember her name, but she's a total ice queen.

I finished my paper for my english class last night, and have 3 and half more chapter sections to do in math, and a chapter and half and a study sheet for astronomy. Crimony, as well as a fucking test to take before Monday. *sigh*

No friday five this week, so I'll use one from last year at this time.

1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?

I am a magazine junkie, but I actually love reading books. It has to be written in the first person for me to really be able to get into it, I love love love autobiographies, but typically only if it's someone I know of, otherwise I get bored.

2. What is your favorite novel?

I adore Wally Lamb, he wrote She's Come Undone, and I Know This Much Is True. He is seriously my favorite writer of all time, both of those books are an undertaking, as they are thick. Even though it's a challenge, I love them to pieces. I have read both books 2-3 times, and usually try to wait to start again until I forget how they end. Unfortunately it's not happening so easy, the last time I read them was in 2001 and I still remember both endings clearly.

My other favorite novels are not necessarily novels... can non-fiction be a novel? Torey Hayden wrote a handful of books about working with developmentally delayed children, most often mutes. She writes the books in such a way that it leaves you feeling almost empowered enough to give it a shot yourself. I always end up thinking "I could do that!" but in reality have zero desire to work with kids who at age 10 still wear diapers and such. It's just not my thing.

oh yeah, in high school, I was obsessed with Keeping Secrets by Suzanne Somers and Elvis and Me by Priscilla Presley... I read both of those no fewer than 10 times.

3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!)

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost Best.Poem.Ever.

4. What is one thing you've always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read?

East of Eden... The Grapes of Wrath both by Steinbeck, and On the Road by Kerouac... just have never sat down and done it. Oh yeah, and Catch-22 too.

5. What are you currently reading?

Astronomy: A Beginner's Guide to the Universe 4th Edition (2001), by Chaisson and McMillan ... and I DON'T reccomend it. ( how the fuck do you spell reccomend anyway?)

My favorite thing about asa is his pink nose

How could you not love this face?

Funny how sometimes she seems so angelic... until 3 am when she's running laps over Aaron and I and making Asa scream as she bites him. Aahhh, kittenhood.


Thursday, February 26, 2004


I can't wait for Survivor tonight, and um, my official prediction is that they are bringing back those who have been voted off. I know they've done it before, and I am solely going on the fact that susan mentioned she couldn't stand Tina Wesson, and they weren't even on the same team. So maybe they're bringing them back and putting them on different teams... I invest way too much in that show, oh well. It's the one show I absolutely will not miss.

I decided to give something up for Lent. I am not Catholic, but Holly is, and every year since I have known her, she has either completely given something up or at least made an honest attempt at it, and this year I am joining her. I am giving up sweets. I don't eat a ton of them now, but I do indulge in a cookie here, candy bar there, "oh it's your birthday? Sure I'll have a piece of cake!" there, and a nightly low fat ice cream cone. Well, and we have a fishbowl of hard candies at home that I occasionally sample. I am also a big fan of the muffins and sweet breads, and while I don't eat them a lot, they are not helping the quest for visible collarbones, so I am nixing any and all sweets. I would cut out sugar completely but dammit, I'm already a label nazi when it comes to food and sugar is in EVERYTHING. So no, I will just cut out cookies, cakes, muffins, sweet breads, candy etc. But not gum. I chew two packs a day of trident, and that is a habit I am not ready to break.

I have been hemming and hawwing for the past few days over which math class to register for next quarter. I could take it in the morning at the ungodly hour of 7:30am (the time I am currently in), at night on Tuesdays and Thursdays from 5:30pm to 8:00 pm or daily, online. I am leaning heavily towards the online course which surprises me, because I thought I would want the evening class. I sat down this morning and listed the pros and cons for each choice. While the online class held the most pros and cons out of all three, the fact that it had the most pros is what is winning me over. It just takes a lot of damn discipline to go to school fulltime online.

I saw this over at Jenn's site and thought I would share it here.

There was a body found this morning right near my school, I turned into the driveway and there were cops and news vehicles galore all over the place. That gas station is as close to school property as you can get without actually being on it. Scary.

Oh yeah, and I think it's really fucking ridiculous that clear channel nixed the Howard Stern show on 6 of it's markets (which I believe are the only markets he is aired there...) I keep hearing things thrown around saying that Clear Channel has a zero tolerance policy on inappropriateness or whatever and I have to wonder "why the fuck did they ever pick up his show in the first place?" Does Howard Stern not reek of inappropriate language and subject matter just by mere mention of his name? Of course this is fallout from the whole Janet Jackson thing. *sigh* I don't personally listen to him, but dang... this is getting to be a bit much, no?

Here are a few gratuitous kitty pics:

Asa likes to perch here next to the desk on a box of photo albums while we surf the net.

Ben loves his new bed, spends 23 hours a day here.

I love this shot, big yawns.


Wednesday, February 25, 2004


I knew I was forgetting something, I forgot to upload my entry! Sorry, It's not much, just a couple pictures of the cats I think, I'll have to check the cache. I've just been SO MOTHERFUCKING BUSY with shit to do this week I spaced it.

Seriously, the idea of another quarter of school before summer break is enough to make me want to vomit! Vomit I say!

The workout this morning was difficult... I had to cut it about 15 minutes short so I could get to school early, because we were having a quiz and I didn't know the concept it was on. Nice huh? That should show you the kind of mess I'm in regarding school. I had to cram for a one question quiz she covered in class the day before... although I did take notes and pay attention, she is just hard to follow sometimes. Also kind of a bitch, but hey I'm still learning so I can't complain too much.

I have a test I need to do for Astronomy, so I should probably get right on reading the last two chapters it's on, as well as finish the study sheet and listen to the four lectures I didn't realize existed. Fuck. At least I have until Monday to do it. I also have a paper due in English that is 1/3 done... not even that really, and 4 sections of math homework due on tuesday. See WHY I AM FREAKING OUT?! Too much!!! Not enough time in the day man. This astronomy shit is HARD. I don't like it at all. I don't give a flying fuck about parallax and the mass of jupiter and how it throws off the orbit of someother planet, nor do I care to know the way to calculate absolute magnitude of a white dwarf. No that was not a slur, it's a term referencing a star my nizzle.

My brain is seriously feeling fried, and I need a break.

me and my firstborn ;-)

I would comment on how pretty my sister is, but we got into a tiff today and dammit, I don't feel like saying anything nice, but she is pretty and this picture is a good one. *sigh* I hate bickering. ESPECIALLY WHEN I AM RIGHT.


Tuesday, February 24, 2004


Man, not much to say. I went back to the gym this morning, 4:30 bright and early. Yikes. It's hard to get out of bed and just do it, but I find if I get up, go turn the coffee maker on, and just get dressed immediately, I wake up a bit quicker. The cup of coffee and slice of peanut butter toast help too.

I gained a pound and a half since last week. Well, not surprising. I drank enough cherry coke at the gathering on Sunday for Vince to drown a walrus. I also ate a ton of fried mexican delights like chicken taquitos, and jalapeno poppers, etc. We ate real shitty in the last week anyway, always on the run. I guess a pound and a half isn't so bad when I think about it.

We ordered Domino's one day for the family, and we got those new cheezy dots... hot damn are they good. I could have easily ingested the entire box.

Not much to say. I am totally buried up to my dang knees in home work, I let a lot of it slide, and last night left my books at work *note to self: LEAVE BACKPACK IN THE FUCKING CAR! Why I even bring it inside is beyond me. So I had to do without, and accept that it would put me another day behind. I didn't really give a shit, because I was not about to go all the way back down to work just to get my astronomy book.

We are doing parabolas and vertex type stuff in math. Anyone have a bottle of cyanide I might borrow? I hate math with such a dang passion.

I have an option to take my math class online next quarter. I am seriously considering it, but am a bit afraid as well... I kind of like being there in person. We'll see.

I realize this entry is all tid-bitty, but I really can't think of what to write.

Oh! Molly is really starting to settle in. She came with a big wool bed, and she never uses it. Ben uses it more than she does, but even when he's not in it, she shows no interest. She did, however adopt the little wool bed I bought last spring. I laid a baby blanket I had crocheted over it and she is in that bed all the time now. She is such a sweetheart, and such a talker. She is a good fit for us.

This is Aaron's grandma's dog Gabby. She is such a sweetie, doesn't sit still, and is a bit nervous, but once she lets you pet her she warms right up.

This is Aaron on Valentine's day, in the outfit my sister bought him for Christmas. Snazzy, huh?

Aaron and his nephews playing with the car set that we got Skyler for his birthday last week. That's Austin in the back, Ethan is blonde, and Skyler in the blue.

My little sweetie boy

I love this one of Molly


Monday, February 23, 2004


As you have already noticed, there is a memorial in place of the usual homepage. That will stay up at least a week. The past couple of days have been so full of ups and downs, I am not even going to attempt to rehash any of it because it's all so raw still. We had a 'celebration of life' type of gathering in Vinces honor at his favorite restaurant and bar, and it was quite a turnout. He was truly loved by many.

I was at the girly doctor when Aaron called me to tell me about his dad, but I didn't take the call, I got the message when I was crying to myself about my diagnosis. The news of Vince's passing obviously threw things into perspective, and I haven't thought much about my doctor's appt since. I wasn't going to blog about it but then figured I've learned alot about different things by simply mentioning them here, so it might pay to talk about it. Perhaps I'll stumble across someone else who has the same problem, who knows.

Anyway, back in October, when the Nurse Practitioner suggested I might have Lichen Sclerosis I immediately went home and googled it... probably not the best thing to do. That resulted in me freaking THE FUCK OUT, and getting off my ass to seek out a real gyno. That doc didn't think I had LS, so she referred me to the University of Washington's Woman's Health Center where they specialize in wierd girlie problems. I had one appointment with Dr. B, and she had me come back the following Wednesday to see Dr. E, one of the world's best specialists in female stuff. So that's the appointment I was at when Aaron called. I was in the middle of being poked and prodded by Dr. B, Dr. E AND a med student, because really, I have no pride. We sat and talked about my medical history and the symptoms and every motherfucking thing we've tried and exausted for an hour and a damn half. He finally said he thinks that it's LS and a mild case so I shouldn't freak out (um, too late) and that we are going to get to know each other much better than I would probably like. Marvelous. So yeah, I had a pity party for about 2 minutes until I found out about Vince, and haven't really thought about it much since then. I did google it again this morning and though I keep reminding myself that it's the most extreme cases I seem to be reading about, it's hard not to freak. Sometimes, I just really hate being a girl.

On a completely different note, have you seen that Chingy video with Rudy Huxtible in it? She's grown up. She's wearing lingerie in a damn rap video. Rudy, Rudy, Rudy. What would Cliff and Claire think?

Anyway, I'm outta here.

I would totally be your best friend forever if you showed up today with one of these for me :-D

Aaron at like 8 maybe? Seriously, we are going to have the cutest freakin' kids ever. :-)


Thursday, February 19, 2004


Vince Martin

We'll miss you.

Last night Aaron's dad died. I don't really even know what to say, so I'll share a bit about him, he was absolutely over the moon when Aaron and I got together and went out of his way to make sure I was comfortable in his home. He always welcomed me with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He was fiercely proud of his family, especially of his kids. He was a veteran, an avid outdoorsman, a collector of eagles, and Native American art and was truly loved by many. He will be sorely missed.

Aaron and his dad, summer 2003 at Aaron's brother Dan's wedding.

Aaron's sister Brandi and Vince, Christmas 2002

Aaron's brother Dan and Vince, at our house last summer.

Vince with Dan's daughter Brittney, his first grandchild :-)

Wednesday, February 18, 2004


Hey Nance! I have your couch's long lost brother! (only it's not a hideabed...) and um, dark plaid? They must've been on crack when they posted the ad...


Some girls have dreams about Tom Cruise, some girls have dreams about George Clooney. Not this girl. Last night I had a dream involving a love triange with Aaron, myself and Mikey from American Chopper. This disturbs me slightly. I'm not exactly sure why, Mikey is my favorite because he's funny, but notsocute. Not even a monet. Not familiar with the show?

Here he is:

yeah, and to make matters weirder Aaron was actually Paulie, but still Aaron somehow. Anyway...

You know, just when I think I can stand to look at Satchel without getting pissed off for no reason, just when I think I can almost be civil to him hell, even pleasant sometimes... I find something out that makes me want to kick him in the nuts so hard his fucking brother feels it.

Apparently one of the guys in the office had a conversation with him that went something along these lines:

Coworker: You know Satchel, if you Republicans quit worrying about small potatoes like gay marriage, you might actually get something worthwhile done.

Satchel: It's not small potatoes--it's wrong

Coworker: How does it affect you?

Satchel: It cheapens my marriage and if we allow it they'll be copulating in the streets.

He then went on to say they would convince more people to turn gay like 'them'.

hmmm, homophobic much?

I told my coworker he can't tell me shit like this because all it does is piss me off, and I tend to dwell on shit like this. When he told me about the conversation I said "dude, I SO FUCKING WISH I WAS GAY JUST TO RUB IT IN HIS IGNORANT FUCKING FACE!!!" That and to file a formal complaint for discrimination, but you know I'm not gay so I can't. But the fucker better not EVER bring it up in front of me because I will so shut that shit down.

First of all you ignorant ass homophobic motherfucker, you can't 'turn' someone gay. Secondly, what makes it wrong? (a conversation I love is trying to get someone to tell you why it's wrong without involving God in the reason). Every time he would steer it to the Bible or God or Religion I would say "what about seperation of church and state?" NOT TO MENTION that I would love to see some statistics on the ratio of gay sex offenders to straight sex offenders. I googled it, but came up with some weird ass shit.

You know what else I find really weird... I think there must be a shitload, and I mean a shitload of closet homophobes. Because these polls and other statistics I keep reading about and hearing about on the radio seem to be neck and neck... not exactly 50-50, but usually 60% of people approving of gay marriage and 40% saying "hell no". But I rarely hear anyone actually verbalize disdain for legalizing gay marriage. Must be all of the old people and Bible beaters... either that or people just say what they think is the popular choice and secretly believe in something else.

Enough on that, just chalk it up to reason number 1,012,568,123,458,297 for hating Satchel.

I missed America's Next Top Model last night. I have no words for how disappointed I am. (don't judge me.) I am hoping they run it again tonight, as that's what they did last week.

I watched the Inferno last night, (I taped it on monday) and damn... why does Holly ALWAYS have a wet face? Someone get that girl some powder and a damn towel. It's gross! And not to mention her complexion is the weirdest texture I've ever seen on tv... looks thick like scar tissue from a burn, but she is not scarred or anything. Her eyes are too damn close together, they are so close she might as well be a fucking cyclops. Gives me the willies every time.

So glad to see Trishelle go home, she with the worlds smallest face and no chin... she could star in "Dude! Where's My Chin?" I still hate Julie, and I want Leah's hair.

Speaking of hair, Lori should be coming over tonight (or tomorrow) to hack about an inch off of mine. I'm totally scared about cutting it, but an inch is not much and with all the bleaching I do, it really needs to be kept in line. I'm also getting a foil done on friday because we have 3, count em 3 birthday parties to attend this weekend and I'll be damned if I am bringing my roots along.


Tuesday, February 17, 2004


Dangit! I just realized we lost ALL OF THE MOTHERFUCKING PICTURES I SCANNED when Aaron had to reload windows. Doesn't that just beat all. Fuck man... oh well, I'll just have to go get the other photo albums and do it again... to his credit he was diligently working to save the files on the computer while I stood in the living room throwing tantrum after tantrum insisting on getting the computer up and running even if we lose all the pictures and the porn... heheh, I kid about the porn obviously. But seriously, we did lost a lot of pictures, and while we were smart to burn the ny pics to a disk we lost a lot of Christmas photos, cat photos (THE HORRORS!) and some schoolwork I saved on there. OH well.

Hey, I need some input on a couple of things here...

1. we spend about 80 bucks a week on groceries (including toiletries and cleaners). I know I am heinously cheap, but damn, that seems like a lot for two people. Is that about average?

2. So, the wedding is November 6th... I am not sure when I should get serious about buying a dress. If I order online or even from a boutique I am under the impression that I should allow 8-12 weeks for delivery. Of course I will probably need some alteration, unless they are custom made (obviously I need to do more research on this) so my question is, If I wait until late may, early june to get a dress, that means the dress should be here by the beginning of September, giving me all of Sept and Oct to get it fitted right... is that cutting it too close or does that sound reasonable? I have zero experience in this area obviously, so any tips would be much appreciated.

Today was day two of 'rising at the crack of fucking dawn to work out' and I think it's going well. It was quite evident this morning though that I do need to get up at 4:30 and not 4:45, as I walked through the door at the gym around 5:08, and I need a bit more time than just an hour. I worked out a bit too long for the time needed to get ready and spent that time rushing around like a damn chicken with it's head cut off because I didn't want to be late and was sweating as I dried my hair and put on my makeup. Purty. The shower experience wasn't that bad though, wore flip flops, dressed in the handicap stall. Not too bad.

Hey thanks for the comments and emails about the yoga tapes, you all are pretty much recommending the same one, so now I'll go and buy it this weekend! Thanks!

Oh yeah, I was staring at people this morning in my math class and a few observations stuck in my head...

1. the ratio of 'the north face' jackets to 'jansport' backpacks is ASTOUNDING.

2. The girl with really dark eyes and black hair and fake n' bake tan really irritates me... ever since she laughed when the dumb boy in front of me said something asinine to the teacher I have wanted flick her in the forehead.

3. The dumb boy who sits in front of me (same one who talks all the fucking time and made the comment to the teacher) actually is very good looking in sort of an idyllic way. He has a very 'beautiful child' kind of face, just needs a bit of a hair cut and to lose the 3ct cubic zirconia stud in his left ear and I bet he'd be model material. Eyelashes to die for... but one of those guys who is so full of themselves you kind of want to puke. That and he's about 17 or 18 and thinks he knows it all.

no pics again today, hopefully tomorrow!


Monday, February 16, 2004


In a new turn of events, I went to the gym at 5:15 this morning and got my workout done and FUCKING OVER WITH! Can I get an Amen? It was hard to get out of my warm bed, and venture out in the cold... but dude, this means I don't have to do it tonight and that is fricken awesome! I didn't have school this morning which is why I gave it a try... I'm racking my brain trying to figure out how I can work it into my already early schedule... without showering at the gym because, you know, that's just grody. But I'm thinking I don't have much of a choice. I can wear flip flops in the shower to avoid getting any footsie fungal problems... and I can pack a damn suitcase of makeup and hair dryer to bring along... but I hate getting undressed in public places. I've never actually explored the locker room enough to see if there are dressing rooms, but I do know there is a big ass handicapped stall in the potty area... I could probably use that. The problem then is figuring out my time... if I need to be on the road by 6:30 to get to school, I would need a minimum of a half hour to primp, so that means I'd have to be out of the shower by 6:05 or so... which means I would need to be at the gym and working out by 5am... fuck a duck that's early. that means I'd need to wake up by a quarter to 5... maybe I'll play with the times a bit and see what I come up with. What I love about getting to the gym that early is that it is so empty compared with going after work. That, and I'm used to workign out at night, so maybe this will jumpstart my body into a quicker metabolism; who knows.

Hey, I'm interested in doing a 'light' yoga routine at night at home, by 'light' I mean easy (I'm a beginner) and something that's about a half hour long, I have windsor pilates (hate it) and am looking for something a little easier. Any suggestions?

Well, this weekend flew by didn't it? Friday night, we spent oh, about 3 1/2 hours in the car. Mmm, fun. Actually, we did have a really good time; we drove down to Aaron's brother's house, and then went to a local bar for some dinner and cocktails with his sister -in-law and brother. It was nice to see them (we rarely get to get together due to schedule conflicts and distance) we had a great time. When we got home, we opened up our Valentines gifts because we're nerds and couldn't wait till morning. Aaron loved the gameboy chess game I got him, and the Kid Sensation CD I got him as well. Oh yeah, AND the hershey's pot of gold chocolates :-) I got my hair straightener that I have been dying for, some pretty candle votive holders, some tulips and roses and a big ol' box of whitman's chocolates that I did not, *cough* eat in just two *cough* days. Nosiree, still have half the box! (I wish).

The morning of valentine's, Aaron was helping a friend and didn't get home until around 2pm, he got ready, we both dressed up and we went to the home show and then to Benihana's for dinner. I might add that he can't take me anywhere, because somehow at the home show I managed to put two holes in my stocking on the left leg, and at dinner a big ass hole (asshole, heh) in my right leg that ran all the way down into my boot... and may I just say that looking like Courtney Love is never the goal? Fuck. At the home show we walked right by Sir Mix-a-lot.

I made eye contact and thought to myself "who the hell is that? He looks familiar." about a split second after we passed him a tugged on Aaron's arm and whispered loudly "dude! That was Sir Mix-a-lot!" Aaron wanted to see him too, so we casually made our way back to 'idea street' where he was headed and happened to see him come out of one of the model homes. Aaron wanted to pretend to take a picture of the house and get a picture of him in it but I was not down for that, so I told him I'd meet him in antiques. He never did get the picture, but it was kinda cool just seeing him there. Later on, while debating if it really was Sir Mix-a-lot, Aaron said "what would he be doing at the home show on Valentine's day?" I said "What were we doing at the home show on Valentine's day? WE don't even have a house yet!" :-)

In other news, the worlds two pickiest people (Aaron and I) tried sushi as an appetizer on Saturday night and hot damn, we both liked it! Liked it so much I want to go get some for lunch... we had banzai rolls. I wanted the salmon skin rolls, but mr. picky didn't want anything with avocado or cucumber, and he wanted the tuna roll, but mrs. picky doesn't really care for tuna. So banzai it was! man, I want some right now.

Dinner was interrupted unfortunately by several panicky calls from my mother to inform me that my sister had been in a car accident. Nothing says holidays like Lori getting hit and totalling her car. Damn, the last time was the day after Thanksgiving. Both times she was rear ended and both times the back seat became a death chamber... luckily no one was in it either time. When I finally got a hold of her (she and Ashley were ok, just shaken up and sore, and Lori had a bump on her head) she said "that's it, I'm done with these tiny ass cars, I'm getting a fucking truck or something with an ass on it." Her mustang and now her Honda, both hatchbacks, both back ends crumbled and pushed into the back tires. Both times she couldn't open her door. Scary man. The only positive thing here I told her is that at least this time, while waiting for settlement money for a car, she can drive my mom's car and doesn't have to drive the wheelchair van. Or, as we used to call it 'the mystery machine'... heh, I'm just glad they are ok.

Sunday was spent doing housework and homework (fun fun!) and much lolling about took place, while whining on the phone to Tatum and Lori that "I WANT SUUUUUSSSHHHIIII". I hate being down to one car. But we did get Aaron's paperwork to get tabs for the blazer and we are getting them Tomorrow! Let's all do the happy dance!

No pics today, Aaron had to re-install windows, and we don't have the camera program installed yet. SOON I HOPE! :-)


Friday, February 13, 2004


How bad is it that I think Diana Ross spending a few days in jail is hilarious? I doubt she was kept in with the commoners though, she probably had a gucci inspired cell with million count egyptian cotton sheets and a bidet to boot.

Warning, I'm going to talk about survivor, so if you don't want to see it, scroll down...

Ok, I was sorry to see Jenna go last night, I would have much rather seen someone else go; but I know if she hadn't made the choice it's a good chance Rupert would have gone and that would have been worse. I also didn't realize she was so damn young (heard on the radio she'll be 23 this weekend), she looks like she's in her late 20's. Also, I know he's a smug bastard, but I love me some Richard Hatch. He's so freakin arrogant, cracks my shit up. I still hate Boston Rob, for no other reason than I just do. Big Tom was killing me with the Sue comments. When they got the Home Depot box last night, Aaron turned to me and said "gee, can you say product placement?" no doubt man. They're not even trying to be subtle.

Our phone range at ten pm last night, she was in Bellingham at a Jordan Knight concert. For those not in the know he was one of the fab five (before that meant queer eye) commonly known as a 'New Kid'. I haven't heard if it was worth the drive, but she sounded like she was having a good time, damn... I remember seeing the New Kids back in 1989... my mom and my aunt took my sister and I and our cousin Lisa to the Tacoma Dome to see them. Brave souls... it was about 10 screaming kids to every one adult, I swear. That was my first concert I think... and held the title of the best until I saw Guns and Roses back in 2002.

So this having a third cat thing is working out pretty well. Aaron and I take turns with the cat box and the other night I had forgotten to do it the night before so I said to Aaron "Hey, will you remind me to empty the litter box tonight?" and he said "didn't you do it last night?" I thought for a second and almost lied but then decided to be honorable and said "no, I forgot." He laughed and said "I know, I was just testing you." WHATEVER, someone forgot to do it last night, I think I'll be testing him tonight. :-) We have to put Molly in the bedroom when it's litterbox time, unlike Ben and Asa who have manners she will come and get into the litterbox as you are cleaning it and take a big fatty dump. Add the insult of that to the fact that Aaron is already frustrated with cleaning it for the first time and you can see why I find it hilarious.

Today I went to school early, the math class I am in is usually empty before the start time, so I've been going in a half our before it starts to get homework done. I did that today because we have a lot going on this weekend and I need to get as much done now as possible. I have that doctor appt this afternoon. Yay. I got out of having the biopsy done last time, but I don't think I'll be as lucky this time. Fucking marvelous. Then we are driving down to Olympia tonight to have dinner with Aaron's brother and his family. I am looking forward to that, as it's been a long time since we saw them.

Tommorrow we are going to the Home Show then we'll catch a movie... not sure which one yet, and then for dinner Aaron's taking me to Benihana's, I have only been there once so I'm excited! Should be a great day. We bought each other stuff (25 buck limit) so I'm pretty excited to give him his loot. :-) Other than that, no major plans for the weekend.


1. Are you superstitious?

I'm sure I am a little bit, I don't have any huge superstitions to follow, but I plan on NOT seeing Aaron AT ALL the day we are married until I walk down the aisle... but that's more of a tradition I guess. I always knock on wood though...

2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?

I don't know if I really know anyone who is extremely superstitious.

3. Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?

to knock on wood... I do it all the time. That and if I see a coin that's heads up, I'll usually pick it up. I only think it's lucky if my birthyear is on it.

4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?

I believe in luck, but I don't rely on it. So I don't really have anything that's 'lucky' per se.

5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?

I occasionally read my horoscope, and do my numerology... but I take it with a grain of salt.

Lori and Adrienne last Saturday

the four of us clowning around on New Year's Eve in Central Park. I miss New York so much.

A different shot of Aaron and I getting drawn. (Mom, I was talking to you here.)

the tree in the daytime.


Thursday, February 12, 2004


Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days. I have been feeling like such shit, I just couldn't motivate myself to do much of anything that wasn't required. I have an Astronomy lab due tonight that I am going to have to scramble to get done, but that's not entirely my fault. Our computer has crapped out and Aaron's been working his ass off trying to fix it/reinstall windows, and the fucker still won't work. We are going to try to put the program on my laptop, which by some miracle has decided to work again. I'm not entirely confident in this set up, so we'll see.

I didn't update Tuesday because I had a mother of a headache. I didn't update yesterday because um... well other things have not been right and I took two little yellow pills on Tuesday night to fix the problem. Oh it fixed it alright, and sent my digestive system into a state of panicked chaos. I even left work early because I felt so shitty. heh, no pun intended.

So yeah, not too much going on here, I did have yet another pleasant exchange with the satchel bastard yesterday. He wrote me a note to pull a file for him to 'review'. I sat at my desk staring at that note for quite a while before I figured "fuck it, I feel shitty enough to deal with it and" I went back and got the file, then took it to him and said "for future information, if all you need is to look at a file, you need to get it yourself. If there is something that requires my help, I will be glad to assist, but if I don't enter into the equation at all, I am not going to come and fetch a file for you. That is not in my job description." He sighed and said "well, I think it would be." I said "well, lets put it this way, I am not your personal assistant and in the time it takes you to write me the note and walk it up to my desk, you could have gone into the file cabinet which is right outside your office and been reviewing it already. No one else in this office treats me like a slave, and you will not either." He was fine after that, it comes across here pretty curt, but I was polite and firm in my statement. I'm done with that kind of stuff, it is insulting at best. The file cabinet is about 3 feet away from the door of his office. I am all the way at the other side of the building. What a dick!

Also, this morning I happened to notice he's got the longest motherfucking nose hairs I've ever seen. They are white and straight and look like fucking feelers coming out. My God! How the hell does he not see them when he looks in the mirror? I always alert Aaron (and vice versa) if there's a bird in his sky... bat in his cave, whatever. His wife can't take two seconds and tell him to use the weed wacker on his monster nostrils? Nasssss----ttttyyyy.

Last Saturday morning, getting ready for annual shots and checkups. I don't think there is anything more pitiful then these two in the crate and crying to be let out.

Going to the vet is a very tiring experience you know.

Pre Blackout Saturday night, Me, Lori and Matt.


Monday, February 09, 2004


I am in the midst of one of the worst hangover's I've ever had. Not quite as painful as some I've experienced in the past, but it's lingering and I can't kick the headache at all, and the nausea, oh she's a real bitch. We were supposed to go out dancing on Saturday night. A bunch of us met at my parent's house for shots beforehand, because Pioneer Square costs 12 bucks to get in the door, and then drinks are way expensive. I remember having 3 shots of Tarantula Tequila and 1 glass of Rumplemintz on the rocks. I may have had one other drink, but those are what I know I had. The last thing I remember before I woke up on Sunday morning was saying goodbye to my parents. I don't even fucking remember being in the car. I have a vague memory of being upset with myself for being so drunk, but no recollection of the club, of the drive home or anything. People keep saying "dude, how did you get so drunk?" and um, I don't drink a lot normally. We party once in a while, and I usually am drinking beer. I can think of two times in the last year where we went out and was drinking shots. Those times, it wasn't shot after shot after shot either. Fuck man, NEVER again. I was sicker than a dog all day yesterday, and still managed to get my shit together for family pictures. I know, perfect timing.

We had a nice dinner with the family last night, even if I was a little nauseated through it. I got to have lots of wedding talk with my cousin Geary's fiance, and it was nice to get ideas and tips from someone who's planning the same kind of thing. Then we came home, vegged out and watched the Grammy's. I don't really get the big deal over Outkast, I mean they're good and stuff... I don't know, the dude with the long hair just gives me the creeps. And why was he the only one on stage during Hey ya? I thought there were two guys in Outkast? I did think the dancers in that song were frigging fantastic. They really just looked like they were having a good time. Also, I normally hate Beyonce', but I thought she did look exceptionally pretty last night. I thought the whole dove thing was gay, but whatever. I don't like jazz though, so much of the tributes and shit were lost on me, as was all the 'funk'. I motherfucking hate george clinton. ugh. I did cry a little bit when Luther Vandross's taped statement was aired. Never been a huge Luther fan, but to see how well he's doing after his stroke, well it made me tear up. Also, Christina Aguilera man... I love the 'Stripped' album, but damn girl... yuck.

Well, I'm outta here for now. I need to go take an antacid.

probably the best picture of us ever... pre-blackout obviously

Dad, Aaron and Wili

"GIVE THE MOMMA KISSES!" *sigh* I can't believe Aaron doesn't mind my screeching. :-)

By the way, I updated the wedding diary too!


Friday, February 06, 2004


Yes, I know I updated for Friday already, but here's a bonus weekend one. Ash liked my entry about Lori (oct 20th 2003) so much, I thought I'd do one for her.

1. She likes to wash bread. Well, until she figured out that you don't wash bread. If it gets dirty throw it away.
2. She was born on Bill Clinton's birthday, 1984.
3. This makes her NOT 21, and unfortunately left out of a lot of stuff.
4. She is infatuated with the way my mom pronounces 'Warshington'.
5. She actually believed it when Lori told her the reason birds can sit on electric wires and not be electrocuted is because they have plastic feet.
6. She hates it when you crack your knuckles. Or your neck. Or your shoulder like my freak of nature sister.
7. She once jumped out of her bedroom window in reaction to Matt pretending that he was about to shove her. She jerked away, fell out the window and landed on a foot stool.
8. She doesn't laugh much at #7, though we all do.
9. Lori used to make her eat grass. Ok, well not really eat it but I'm pretty sure a fair share got shoved into her mouth anyway.
10. Her favorite food of all time used to be (I'm not sure if it still is) Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. If allowed, she would have happily have eaten for every meal.
11. Her violent streak shows during Nintendo wars.
12. Her first job was Old Navy.
13. I used to babysit her and I would always make her say I was her favorite.
14. She used to have a thing for carebears.
15. She is quite possibly the most polite person on earth.
16. She had a perpetually skinned knee for the better part of her childhood leading into adolescence. As soon as the scab healed up and fell off, she'd fall right back down and reinjure it.
17. It was gross.
18. Her favorite thing to order when we go out to dinner is the Chicken Caesar Salad Wrap.
19. Unless we are at Azteca, then it's a side of tortilla's, rice, beans and sour cream.
20. I order that now too, when we go there.
21. Every year at Christmas (except last year I think) she makes something handmade for my mom.
22. She somehow manages to give herself black eyes all the time. Ok, in high school it was all the time, she would hit her forehead and get a damn black eye.
23. heh, once child protective services was called because of these black eyes.
24. I believe I heard Karen say "if you get one more black eye, I'm going to kick your ass."
25. She has a woo-woo.
26. No you sick fuck, that's a dog.
27. We share and obsession for Eminem, David Spade and Robert Downey Jr.
28. When she moved to Phoenix, we would send emails every day, and the first few lines would be lyrics from Eminem songs that we liked.
29. We never used the same lyrics twice.
30. Then we would talk about how he's a music genius, and misunderstood.
31. I think we both know better now.
32. But damn, we still think he's hot.
33. She got totally hammered at Matt and Kelly's wedding and made it a very memorable event.
34. The best was when we were standing at the bar and she leaned over and whispered loudly:"I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY'RE SERVING ME!"
35. She used to want a tattoo of angel's wings on her back.
36. She used to love NSYNC.
37. Then she liked that freak lead singer of Orgy.
38. Now her heart belongs to her woo-woo. (heh, sorry I think that shit's funny)
39. Her mom used to call her 'boo.
40. A fact which irritated the shit out of Lori.
41. When she was a little kid she couldn't say "earring" she said "inger". We still tease her and tell her that her 'ingers' are pretty.
42. she does not have farts, she has pookies.
43. She's a movie freak, every time you ask her to go to a movie, she's seen it already.
44. She earned a nickname from me when she was about 10. "crevice".
45. She earned that nickname because she had perpetual wedgies and was constantly um, readjusting to fix the situation.
46. She has perfect damn teeth, and has never had braces. beyotch.
47. Lori tells me that she has a new thing where she'll go through a drive thru window, and take the food through the sunroof because her window won't 'roll down' *wink*wink*.
48. She was my valentine in 2002. She left balloons and teddy bears in my room and in Lori's room as a surprise on Valentine's day.
49. She knows how to make cinnabon frosting.
50. She has the BEST hair of anyone I know!

Because I have an opinion on everything, and because I am reading a lot of shit today that is pissing me off, I thought I'd share a bit of what I think.

First of all,I just read that Carlie Bruscia was found dead and I feel absolutely sick over it. Maybe I'm naive, but I really thought she'd be found alive.

E! broke a story about a Tennessee woman filing a lawsuit against Janet Jackson, Justin Timberlake, CBS, MTV, and Viacom claiming that the 'wardrobe mishap' caused viewers to:"suffer outrage, anger, embarrassment and serious injury". You know, it's trash like this that makes our country the way it is. I bet you this lady is somehow related to our esteemed leader. Fuckin' A... seriously? This type of mindset absolutely pisses me off. Arg.

Oh yeah, another note about Miss Jackson (if you're nasty), I keep hearing as a punishment they are not going to have her present or perform or whatever at the grammy's. Yeah, I'm sure she's crying her self to sleep, wiping her eyes with million dollar kleenex, while laying on her 1400 dollar sheets... (oh wait, wrong celebrity...) But really, this incident may have cost her a performance at the grammy's but damn, her name is in every houselhold in America right now. And I'd be willing to bet sales are up as well as downloads of music and uh, the clip itself. Curiosity man, this is going to definitely pay off in the long run.

In other news, The cats seem to be getting along a bit better. Less hissing... it's not gone completely, but there' s less of it. Molly was a lot friendlier last night, showing affection and even slept at the foot of our bed for a bit. Ben is pretty indifferent, he ignores her and if she gets too close, sometimes he'll meow; but mostly he'll just sniff at her and that's about it. This morning though she was batting at him from under the chair and he swiped at her once. It was playful though. Asa, on the other hand is still quite pissed that she exists. He doesn't hide as much, though he does hide, but Molly has figured out that he's scared of her so she'll chase him around the house and he'll come tearing into the bedroom then stop and turn around and hiss. It's kinda funny, she doesn't seem scared anymore. She is still a bit uneasy, this morning I picked her up and was petting her, and while she made no real effort to get down she growled, hissed and then bit at me. Prompting a stern "HEY.WE.DO.NOT.BITE." I put her down and she came right up to me to be petted, so perhaps she was in a snit or something.

Tomorrow we are taking both Ben and Asa to the vet for their shots and then Aaron and I will meet with the guy to look at the reception hall. With any luck we'll be writing him a check and then both venues will have been secured! Yay!

oh yeah, dooce had her baby!!! How did I not know this website existed until a week or so ago? I love it when you run across a journal that you can't stop reading. Hers is more of an entire website, very cool, go read it.

One more thing before I do the Friday Five and pics, I was Nance's favorite quote of the day yesterday, apparently I should start talking about Satchel's bowels more often!

The Friday Five

1. What's the most daring thing you've ever done?

Hmmm...I am not a daring person. Tatum and I stole pieces of the Kingdome before it was going to be demolished... actually, it was in the process of demolition, it had been gutted and they were going to blow it up the next month. Technically I drove the getaway car, and she shimmied under the fence... I just don't have the balls sometimes. The other daring thing was when we made a poor choice and went to a certain hotel when a certain major league baseball team was in town because we wanted to meet Cal Ripken Jr and Brady Anderson. Instead we met
Two other players who really got the wrong impression. Not going to go into the whole story here, but we were incredibly naive and just wanted to hang out. Perhaps we shouldn't have gone up to their rooms, though rest assured nothing happened. Of course, Raphael kept hinting towards stuff, and at one point I had my hand on my mace and I said "um, I think you really have the wrong idea here." Heh, it just occured to me that my mom is reading this for the first time. Sorry mom. I'm coming clean. (The story relayed to her was that we sat in the lobby drinking coffee. Which we did, but then we also went up to their rooms BUT STAYED TOGETHER! SAFETY IN NUMBERS! I didn't forget what you tought me... completely.) Anyhoo, the point of that is the fucker never left tickets for us in will call, and we all know why now don't we. Last year when I was flipping channels, I just about choked when I saw him hawking Viagra. Hilarious.

There was also a time when we planned to follow Joey Cora home... heh, I had gotten his address and we decided to drive there and 'break down' in front of his house (which turned out to be a condo), I got out of the car to see if it was the right address (we couldn't see the numbers very well from the street) and as I'm walking away, Tatum begins honking the horn at me like a crazy woman. heh, apparently I was still wearing my "Joey Cora #28" tee shirt. We had gone to the game that night. So yeah, we aborted that mission right away.

2. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of?

I don't know... nothing I guess. I'm not into wild and crazy stunts. I guess it would be cutting my hair off again, because they all like it long. Stand back! I'm a crazy woman!

3. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle)


4. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky?

Well, I considered blind dates to be a risk... just in self confidence and rejection alone. I took that risk over a year ago, and it changed my life for the best. I would say Aaron is the best thing that's ever happened to me as a result of a risk. :-)

5. ... and what's the worst?

The worst thing pertaining to a risky situation was wearing my claddagh ring that my mom gave me when it had gotten to be too big, and I lost it. I loved that ring and curse myself every day for losing it.

For my dad, this is the automatic waterer that came with Molly. The water is sucked up into that hole on the bottom right and is filtered and sent down the slide thing in the middle. It does this all day, therefore keeping the water fresh. Cool huh?

She loves the string, Asa just sat across the room staring while I played with her using his toy.

She's such a cutie pie

She likes to charge the at the camera

I love the little toesies! (If I screeched that once last night, I screeched it about 500 times. Pity Aaron.)


Thursday, February 05, 2004


First I must get the negativity off my chest. To Satchel: Patience is a motherfucking virtue you jackhole. And for the record, I don't know what's worse. Hearing his ass explode every time he goes into the bathroom, or hearing him now grunt when he goes in there. I don't know if the fucker isn't getting enough fiber or what, but apparently it's taking some effort these days. Fucking gross man.

As for our little Molly girl, and yes, we've settled on Molly, she seems to be settling in pretty good. She was much friendlier this morning, and though the boys are still all out traumatized, Asa ventured out of his hideyhole this morning for some lap time with me at the computer. Ben sought refuge in the window sill and would cry a bit every time Molly came near, but only growls when he is in the safety of mine or Aaron's lap. They did give kisses this morning as they were sniffing each other's noses. I suspect it'll take a few days, and they'll be buddies. Looking back through the archives I see that it took about 10 days or so before Asa and Ben were on really good terms. It may take longer with Molly because she will be going to the vet for the day next week to be spayed, I don't know that a day's absence will inhibit the bonding, but I'm prepared for it if it does. :-)

We were going to keep them seperated last night and then decided against it. The boys are not aggressive, and she didn't appear to be at all. I figured if there was a problem, I would hear it (as I'm a light sleeper), but there wasn't one all night. We were also going to seperate them for the day today, but decided against that as well. They are scared of each other but not bothering each other in terms of personal space. There were a few hisses this morning, but at one point Asa hissed at me, so he's just being bitchy. Aaron had a good point when he said "if we don't leave her out, she won't be used to the house and she will take forever to get used to Ben and Asa and vice versa." I think he's right. Heh, I guess we'll see right?


Wednesday, February 04, 2004


Ben will never forgive me, and I've scarred Asa for life. Both are in hiding, though neither are together. Why? Because we brought home a little sister. (In fact she turns 1 today the 5th of Feb.)

We are stuck between Molly and Bianca... though I think Molly will win out. She came to us with the name of Georgia, which kind of fits her but we really want to give her a name of our own. Aaron is dying to call her Bianca Titticaca Martin. Simply because it sounds funny. I am not down for the Titticaca part. We had the list of names down to Tabitha, Bianca, Lila, Molly and Claudia. I really think Molly will win, that was Aaron's suggestion and I think it fits her.

Hmm... what is that I smell in the air?

Holy Cow it's an invader!

I cannot believe you brought me here to mingle with ... them.

Oh man, this isn't going to be easy.

Asa would not budge from here until I opened the bedroom door where he quickly took refuge behind the dresser and television.

Why mom? why?

What's that?

I'm Molly. Get me the hell out of here.




I forgot to mention WE BOOKED THE CHURCH LAST NIGHT!!! So, yeah it's official. We have a venue for the ceremony! WOOHOO!!!!

For those not in the know, Jenascia (Burien-ite) was eliminated last night from America's Next Top Model. *sigh* oh well, Aaron put it best as the show ended "well that fuckin' sucks." heh, oh well.

Day two without nasal spray is going amazingly well. I used it once in the middle of the night, but all day today my nose hasn't been as stuffed up, so that's a plus. I am still sore as hell... every time I sit down or go to stand up the pain, she is terrible. I am starting to have that guilt thing again about working out, I have some math homework I need to get done, and Astronomy stuff to read and I kind of wanted to make this for dinner tonight. But I feel like if I don't go to the gym, than I am destined to gain back all the weight, and the weight I am trying to lose won't come off... etc etc etc. I am, however eating right and I did do a great workout the other night, and am a tad fearful of how I'll feel tomorrow if I go overdo it tonight. Dammit, I hate when I start doing this to myself. I can get so ... weird about working out and stuff. Tunnel vision I guess. It's so hard to remind myself that it's ok to have a life too... I think I'm just internally freaking out about getting a wedding dress and fitting into it, etc. I was thinking, that next quarter maybe I'll take an evening math class (if they offer it) and that way, when Aaron gets up in the morning, I'll follow suit and use that time to go work out, then just go to work from the gym. It would be nice to change up my routine, as well as get it done and over with first thing in the morning you know?

One thing is for sure, I have some fucked up issues with eating and exercising and it needs to get resolved. I am not saying this to elicit emails telling me how far I've come or any pity... because though I love to get them (and I do, believe me... they are surefire ways to build confidence!) it's just a fact that I need to find a new way to approach these two things. I constantly base my self worth on whether or not I'm above or below a certain weight. That has to stop. I don't know why I do this, I don't judge other people on their weight (that is of course unless I don't like them and then they become 'fat ass' and 'skinny bitch'.) But really, I put Aaron through hell when it comes to this, constantly belittling myself over my weight and appearance. Simply because I am not happy with it. I am so fucking critical of myself it amazes me. I wasn't half this critical before when I weighed 90lbs more... why now? So frustrating. The guilt I feel for not going to the gym, even though sometimes I don't feel like it's a choice. I have a full plate with school and with work and just getting shit done. But if I skip a night or two I feel like a failure. Arg. I really don't know how to fix it. I am just tired of feeling like this.

I keep reading about how gay marriage may be legal as early as mid May, and call me a pessimist but I'll believe it when I see it. I just have a hard time believing that some redneck conservative won't come and disrupt the process somehow. Whether it's our dear president or some senator or something... I hope it does come into effect, and I hope it stays legal. I hope every other state in the country follows suit. It's about damn time, don't you think?

I don't think I had much else to say... there is a very real possibility we will be adopting a new kitty this weekend... not sure yet. Still debating over it. I'll keep you posted.

Times Square confetti

This is a drawing that Ashley had done for her mom for her birthday. She gave the guy (in Central Park) a wallet picture of her grandma and one of her mom and herself. He drew the three of them together and did a damn fine job. It doesn't look exactly like Ash, but he really captured Karen and Dottie. She gave this to Karen for her birthday, and when she got it and cried, there wasn't a dry eye in the place. It's so touching because Dottie passed away about 5 or 6 years ago, so the sketch of the three of them is pretty special.