My life story...

5'7" vs. 6'6"

A change is coming...

Within the next week this blog name will be changing. Why? There are a couple of reasons, the first being my domain is up in December and I don't feel like renewing it. Second, life has changed for the better and keeps getting better. Third, I get to change my name soon and I want my blog to reflect that as well as our family.

That's it!

Life is good!

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Where has this guy been hiding???

G's response to my buying my wedding dress:

"YAYAYAYYAYAYYAY! You're going to look like the most amazingly beautiful princess! I don't even know what it looks like!"

What a sweetheart.

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Could not possibly be better.

I am happier today than I've ever been.

Last night I came home to my favorite flowers, a spic-n-span house, and the love of my life.

Then we went and had dinner with our best friends.

It's the little things that make life great!

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This is what we do on a gorgeous 60 degree day when it's snowed 22 inches two days prior! We built our first snowman together!!!

Yup, it has a leaf Mohawk!!!

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A conundrum...

To quote G, "if you're not not trying anymore, does that mean you're trying?"

What is he referring to? ;)

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It's official.

We've set our wedding date!

Saturday, September 25, 2010.

Hanalei Bay?, Kauai, HI

Next weekend...

Yes, I realize it’s only Tuesday, but I’m already looking forward to the weekend!

Reasons why:

1)      Salt City Candle party with K!
2)      Rockies playoff game @ 7:30pm.
3)      It’s supposed to snow!!!
4)      I get to spend all day Sunday with G.
5)      Early matinee movie with G.

He said... She said.

J: Mouths "olive juice," to his wife, K.

K: Says "vacuume cleaner!"

What? Lol.

[I'll change my header soon!]

Two dozen for five years! Thank you love!

I said "yes!"

The picture doesn't do it justice!!! (Thanks iPhone 3Gs!)

How I like to travel. Well it would be better with G there!

On the plane, ready to go. #fb

@ the airport. It's so beautiful out this morning! #fb

Best performance from the '09 VMAs.

P!nk rocks!

I also liked Muse's performance as well (for good music's sake).

And lastly, I don't think anyone could have put it any better than Dane Cook:

"Kanye did something incredible tonight. He made me like country music. Kanye is now a Kanyunt."


One of my most favorite videos ever!

Until I ate lunch today with V at work, I had completely forgotten about this video.

We were eating lunch and I noticed that she only had one acrylic nail left on; The thumb nail.

So we got to talking about how every other nail will fall off on it's own, but you can never get the thumb nail off no matter how hard you try. Then we started griping about the metal-spinning file that they always cut your cuticle with and the shitty stuff they put on your cut cuticle that burns like the Devil. We went off on a tangent, and then I was reminded of Ms. Anjelah Johnson. She's a hilarious girl that has the best stand up act that sums up just about everyone's experience every time they go to get their nails done and a Vietnamese nail salon. Enjoy!

Non-product of the Day

G told me yesterday that he had run some errands and picked up some needed necessities that were were running out of, one thing being toothpaste.

He didn't get home from work until 12:30 this morning, so I was a little confused when I couldn't find the new tube of toothpaste this morning.

Can I tell you why I missed it on the counter?

Because I wasn't looking for a can of shaving cream, that's why!

If you saw that on your counter, would your first though be "Oh! There's the toothpaste!"? Please tell me I'm not the only one.

It's some new stuff called Aquafresh Iso Active. It's supposed to help whiten teeth (yeah right), but I did ask G to buy it.

So I used it.

WOW. It tasted like canned air smells. I started brushing and my initial reaction wasn't "mmm, minty." It was more "wow, could my mouth taste more like I just finished huffing a can of aerosol?"

Advise for the day: DON'T BUY THAT SHIZZ.

I don't even have a title for this post.

This is why 25% of the time it's not the best thing to find old friends on Facebook. Check out those pits man!!! And yes, she's part of Code Pink. We were great friends in elementary school. Man how years can change you. Ha!

Now playing: Jason Derulo - Whatcha Say
via FoxyTunes

Uncle Bud's Hut

Where we stayed Friday night.

A true Hamilton

A true Hamilton
Originally uploaded by dooce
This is hilarious!

Just, wow.

I don't check my MySpace... ever.

Today I decided to log in and found the most interesting, touching message.

i was just thinking, i never thanked you for sending me that letter in the mail when my sister died. it was very sweet and meant alot to me. i still think about it all the time to this day. thank you. thank you from the bottom of my heart. you are everything a friend could every ask for. and thats why i knew frow the first day i say you that you were special. and someone i would be friends with for a very long time. i hope everything is going good for you. im sorry i didnt tell you how i felt earlier. and god, i wish you put your name on that other letter you sent me. i had the biggest crush on you! but i was a kid and didnt know what to do or say.

That message is from a friend from elementary school named Bobby. When we were in 5th grade, his sister was in 8th. She and her friends decided to take their parents car and go for a "joyride." They ran a stop sign in our little town of Morgan Hill, CA and a semi-truck plowed right into their car. Bobby's sister, Tracy, died.

Oddly, I sent that letter. I didn't sign it. I was nervous and I was little! Now, 16 years later, he says "thank you," and now I wonder, how does he know it was from me?


So sweet.

G just texted me the cutest thing I've received from him in a while:

"You're my penguin. I'll give you a smooth pebble."

I love it!

Have you seen the The Pebble and the Penguin?

Puchase of the weekend:

Cardholder by Paperchase. (They carry this line at Borders book store. Tons and tons of it!)

$3 well spent for my office key fob and bus pass.

I guess I was wrong...

And I'm pretty damn sure this was intentional.


At least I can admit when I'm wrong. Your brother is still waiting for a well deserved, sincere apology from you.

I think you owe me one too, but I don't want anything from you.

Now playing: Will Hoge - Even If It Breaks Your Heart
via FoxyTunes

Only in downtown Denver...

WTF mate?

When G's sister lived with us... things in the kitchen disappeared.

First it was our plastic thingy that was used to cover plates so that they didn't splatter. She decided to make popcorn ON the damn thing, melt it, and throw it in the trash. Did she tell us she did that? No. How did I find out? It was in the trash. Did she replace it? Heck no.

Next it was our Japanese rice bowls (that we used for ice cream). She got all jacked up on a handful of Xanax (WINNNNER!!!) one night, stumbled into the kitchen for ice cream, grabbed and dropped all four bowls, broke two, took one of the non-broken ones and put the other three back. Did she replace those? Not heck no, hell no.

Next it was a measuring cup. Who knows where or why it disappeared, but it did, and I don't lose stuff like that. I'm an organized freak, and G doesn't cook or bake, so naturally, I blame her.

So because we were missing a measuring cup, I bought a new set. It was a nice, orange, Kitchen Aid set. All of a sudden, one was missing again. WTF??? Again, like before, I blamed G's sister.

Today, I was checking out her Twitter pics... and guess what I see? My missing orange measuring cup!

Seriously? Seriously! Why don't you go buy your own $3.99 set at Ross?

I'm sorry, but I HATE this girl and she will never, ever be family to me, ever. I will never forgive her for anything she has done to G or their family. She's a shitty sister and an even shittier family member.

Oh yeah, what else? When she decided to just "take off" and not tell us she was moving out she decided to take our towels that she had been using while she was at the house.

El cheapo. Those weren't yours either.

A new goal, like usual.

Twice in two weeks I managed to run two six-mile runs (well one was 5.5).

Still, these were the first times I've chosen to run that distance without being registered for a 10k with a timing chip.

I would like to complete two to three six-mile runs per week.

We'll see how that works out.

You can follow my runs at:

The Nike+ website.

My favorite thing about the Nike+ website? You CAN'T lie about your run. You have to run it to log it. I love it! What kind of sucks is that for a while, because I don't have the Nike+ shoes for the chip, it didn't work accurately for a while. So, a few runs have horrible average times and for a long time I just didn't use the darn thing. It says I've run 50-some miles, but I swear, I've run more... a lot more. I finally bought a pouch that holds the chip and velcros under your laces. It works like a charm, and luckily, after mapping my run and such, I've realized that I don't need to calibrate my chip... it's accurate!

Realizing this again for the umpteenth time...

I get along better with men than I do women.
I befriend men a lot easier than I do women.


For the most part, women are complicated and dramatic, catty, snotty, and backstabbing. (Yes, I realize I am a female and am not exempt to irrational behavior.)

Where have I come to this realization again?

At work, among co-workers, of all places.

A certain group likes to talk about one person because they’re convinced she talks about them behind their back.

Who cares? Does that make it better? She does it, so you’re going to talk about her because you don’t like the idea of her talking about you? Now how in the H-E-double hockey sticks does that make sense?

Gah, I like these girls. They are nice and friendly and funny and they make me laugh. But of course, I’m becoming increasingly weary of what I say and who I say it to, because how do I know they’re not talking about me? I don’t. I’m starting to keep my distance and this is how is usually goes.

This past weekend I hung out with one of my male co-workers, his best friend from high school, and their friends from work (United Air). We went hiking, had lunch, and sat by the creek in Boulder. Why would I prefer to hang out with guys over girls? Because it makes for an easygoing day with no drama, no crap talking about people, just talking about everything else except other people.

G was a little concerned about me hanging out with a male co-worker, but like I told him, when I call this guy at work, he answers “Hey dude,” and I’m more than okay with that. That’s actually how I prefer things to be. I am his buddy. Want to know what he talks to me about? Girls he likes! Ha! (And no baby, that doesn't include me.)

Anyway – I have one good girlfriend here in Colorado. And thank God, she is normal! She’s one of the most level headed girlfriends I have (and T.L. and Ana). There’s no drama with her. And like we were discussing the other evening, we’re pretty sure a lot has to do with age. The girls at work are only a couple years younger, but it shows, and it’s weird to notice that. It makes me feel old-er.

I just can’t do catty. I hate gossip. I just can’t handle it. I’d just rather overlook everyone’s flaws, give them the benefit of the doubt, and be friends with everyone, but it doesn’t work out that way. I’m pretty sure, that although there are people here that DO NOT know me by any means, that there is something negative that’s said about me amongst these people. It just sucks.

It’s annoying and I don’t understand it.

I know I have my flaws and my moments of being a typical woman. However, I prefer not to be that way and to not surround myself with people that don't care about the way they're acting or what they're saying, and about whom.

Like usual, I’d rather befriend men over women. Lesson learned, again.

My Wood Bee

BeeButt, originally uploaded by Musheroo.

Hiking in Caribou, CO today at Caribou Ranch, I put my fears aside to take this picture. I HATE bees... even Wood Bees.

G's best friend's significant others.

G's best friends are Jeff, Chris, and Eric.

Jeff is dating Kristin.

Chris is married to Kristy.

Eric is dating Kristyna.

And I am Kristen.

I think it's entertaining.

Just like children.

They do as you please when you have something they want. For them it was "cookies."

Ohh baby.

My friend K is pregnant! (I found out a week or two ago, but I rarely have time to write anything anymore.)

I am so, so happy for her and her husband. And her little guy who's going to be a big brother!

Babies are so exciting!

I can't wait to hopefully get the opportunity to take some awesome pictures of him or her, and create the birth announcements for K.

So excited. So excited. I love babies. So excited.

Steamboat Springs

Last weekend G, K, J and I spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday relaxing in Steamboat Springs, CO.

That city is so amazingly beautiful and quaint. The sky is super blue, the air is clean, and there are too many Aspen trees to count.

We lucked out and got to stay at The Highmark. We were quite happy with the thought of staying in a two bedroom, two bathroom unit, but when we arrived, we were pleasant suprised with a four bedroom, three and a half bathroom suite. Wow. I think my jaw hit the floor.

What did we do there?

We had a phenominal dinner at Cafe Diva. J picked out some great wine, as usual.

We explored. We took the gondola up the mountain and hiked around a while. If you watch the slide show, you'll see a picture where I'm laughing and dusting off my butt. I fell down the hill. Haha.

We ate. I really liked Beau Jo's Pizza. They give you honey to dip your crust in at the end. YUM.

We spent an evening at Strawberry Park Hot Springs, which I might add is clothing optional after dark and we certainly went after dark. We sat in the nice hot water, watched shooting stars, and watched the moon come up.

I think we all enjoyed our visit so much, we're trying to plan a trip back for my birthday in January. I would really, really enjoy that and I have my fingers crossed. It's hard getting a commitment for something like that so far in advance, but whent he room rate is $1600 a night during ski season, they want a deposit to hold your reservation.

I can't wait to go back.

I'm a work in progress...

This has taken me hours to get up here... and so, for now, I give up!

I'm off to make some homemade Pad Thai!!! YUM!

I think today marks day 44 until G and I have been dating five years? I think...

I don’t know if I mentioned it before, but there was a reason ‘five years’ meant something to me. It’s because at a point in time, probably when we had been dating for about three years, G told me “Don’t worry, I promise I won’t make you wait more than five years,” referring to proposing to me.

See, he put the time constraint on himself, not me. He’s known that I’ve been ready to get married for years now. However, with our five-year mark creeping up on us so quickly, it’s really had me thinking.

The wheels have been turning and I have been stressed out. I’ve been running thoughts through my head like, “There must be a reason why he hasn’t proposed yet," "If there is, I’d like to know why," and "I do NOT want him to propose just because he put a time limit on himself or he's 'supposed' to.”

You’re probably wondering why I took those words to heart. It’s because he did it first. I could’ve shrugged it off as a joke, but he’s mentioned it on more than one occasion which has led me to believe that he wasn’t blowing sunshine and butterflies up my butt. He meant what he said.

I guess what it’s come down to for me is the realization of ‘If he’s not ready, I’m not ready.’ I’ve run this through my head a million times, but I don’t want to be engaged or get married just because he ‘thinks’ he should and he ‘thinks’ it’s the right time. I want him to know what he wants and be sure of the decision he's making. This is nothing to be weary about or to question after the fact.

Maybe he wants to get married… maybe it’s just not to me? After dating for almost five years, it’s a hard thing to admit. I’ve been so confused lately and I ask myself “If G doesn’t propose by the time we’ve been dating for five years, why not, and what the heck are we doing?”

I’m simply done playing “house.” Either way, I’m torn by either decision he makes. If he does propose by our five-year mark, I’m left wondering “Is he doing this just because he said he would,” or “Is he doing this because he really wanted to wait until we had been dating for five years?” If he doesn’t propose by our five-year mark, I’m left wondering “Why didn’t he,” “Does he not want this with me,” “Does he not know what he wants,” and “Does he want this with someone else other than me and just doesn’t know how to say it?”

We share a lot. We share almost five years together. We share a cross-country move from California to South Carolina; Four apartments; Two dogs; The passing of my grandpa and the suicide of my former boss; Family illness; Hundreds of pictures; Thousands of memories; A move from South Carolina to Colorado; Our first house; Our first home; Friends; Family; And probably 90 movies at the movie theaters and another 20 at home (it's our thing and our 'date night').

I’m really confused, stressed, and down in the dumps. We had an excellent time this past weekend in Steamboat Springs, CO (which I will try to blog about soon) that sort of took my mind off of my woes, but not completely. My mind is in a million places, but my heart is in one.

The view from where I'm eating lunch today.

Stay classy Denver!

This week I've seen things I never thought I'd see in person.

1) A REAL live hooker with REAL hooker shoes doing a dance in front of the adult video store while Jada and I were running on Monday.

2) A lady with track marks, right now, on the way to the bus. Yeeeeeeuck!

On the bus.

It's early and I'm writing this on my phone.

Please forgive the typos and missing contractions! Lol.

The women on the bus will not shut up. Lord ladies, it not 6am yet... Yack, yack, yack... A hotel for camping? The dirt in my flower beds is so dry. WTF? Is this necessary talk? I think not.

I'm sleepy! I ran to Coors Field and back, from work, Monday and Tuesday. Today is my day off. I get to enjoy lunch and I am taking a glorious nap when I get home today. 

My two thoughts for today:

Why can I pick smokers out by their skin?

And why is my face breaking out still? I've had more zits in the past year than all 26 of my other years combined. WTF? Grr.

Well, I'm going to stop typing and enjoy my Ziggy Marly!

Have a great day!

How sweet are they?! #fb

Not the post I wanted to write...

after not writing a real post, in what seems like forever, this is not where I wanted to start.

Anyway - Can I say how much I hate anxiety and irrationality?


We were suppose to go over to K&J's house for dinner tonight. I was going to make spaghetti and yummy french loaves, but that didn't happen.

Why? Because anxiety hit and not in the way that it normally has or does.

I came home and I was ready to run to the store to buy what we needed to make dinner. G and I chit-chatted and enjoyed each others company.

J called and asked G to go to the Daveco (a.k.a. The largest liquor store in the world. It holds the Guinness Book of World Record.) to pick out some wine. I stayed home and relaxed because my ass woke up at 4:30 this morning, like every day of the mother-effin' week.

G got home and I was getting ready to run to Target, and that's when it hit. I got angry and flustered and told Greg I was frustrated that he always says "yes" to things on the days that he has off and I have been up since 4:30am. It's never "we'll get back to you," "let me talk to K," or "we'll see." It's always "yes." And that was it. My mind was made and I wasn't going over to K&J's.

The worst part is, I don't know what set me off. I wasn't angry at G, he didn't do anything. It wasn't because of K or J. I didn't actually have any anxiety, I just knew I didn't want to go. In my head I was saying, "I don't want to cook anyone dinner," "I don't want to hang out," and "I don't want to watch G's dumb-ass baseball game." Why? I didn't know. I still don't know. I'm angry and I don't know why. I'm frustrated and upset and being completely irrational and I DON'T KNOW WHY.

I'm sitting here crying like a loser because I'm merely frustrated at the fact that I'm angry.

Am I just tired?

Is my Lexapro not working?

WTF? What is wrong with me?

I only know a part of what's going on and it's this: I get up every morning at 4:30am to leave the house by 5:20. I either (now) run ~3 miles on my lunch break OR make time after I get home to do Body Pump. Monday and Tuesday afternoons/evenings, G likes to make plans for us. Wednesday, Thursday or Friday nights I work out and then we normally have plans after G get's home at 8:15. Because his schedule is SHIT, like it has been for the past year, I try to stay up and spend what little time I get to with him. Saturday G has to work and he makes plans for me and most of the time, wakes me up. My one mother-lovin' day to sleep in. Saturday night, we do something AGAIN. Sunday, G has off, and he wakes me up by 9 or so. And we do more STUFF. I never get to bed early and G always gives me a hard time about being tired "all the time." Shit. You try waking up every day at 4:30, riding the bus with shitty, smelly, annoying people, be mentally challenged at work all day, ride the shitty bus again, get home and be told you're doing this, or doing that, or we're going here, or my favorite "I'm bored, let's go do something." WTF, I JUST GOT HOME. And I don't DARE even think about taking a nap, because well, that's just not allowed when G's home and I'm on his time.

As I'm getting older I'm realizing I need "me time." I need peace. I need quite. I don't need talking. I don't need to be doing something all the fucking time.

I'm exhausted people... and it never ends. Why?

G works 10-8 Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. He chooses not to "sleep in," but get's up around 7:30 every morning. Over the course of five days, that's 15 hours different from what I get. And why am I tired? Cranky? Irrational? Frustrated?

Gee, I wonder.

Gah, I'm over it. I'm frustrated. And I'm taking a bath and putting myself to sleep.

I feel bad for my behavior, for the choices I made... G doesn't understand. Most people don't. The only way I try to explain it to him is by using metaphors. G HATES the dentist and he HATES heights (we went rock climbing and he LITERALLY made it 2.5 feet off of the ground, no joke). So I tell him, "Convince yourself you like the dentist and then go rock climb a mere 20 feet up." Guess what, I bet you can't convince yourself of either. Do you know why you're actually "afraid" of the dentist or of heights. You know the dentist won't hurt you. You know you're not going anywhere or going to die rock climbing 50 feet in the air, but you still are afraid, right? That's anxiety. You can't explain irrational feelings and thoughts. They're there and they're evil.

I just hope K&J and G aren't too mad at me... because like I said before, I can't help it.

I wish I could though.

The new "big kid" toy.

The other baby.

Two of my babies... :)


with the girls at Dozens today.


I had a feta cheese, tomato, and avocado omlette! :)


We FINALLY have family room AND living room furniture. As always, it's a work in progress.


We FINALLY have family room AND living room furniture. As always, it's a work in progress.

Where to begin... holy shit.

I have been holding this in for months now.


I didn't want to "make waves," cause tension, or piss anybody off.

Well, all is said and done now, and I can say whatever the hell I wanna say. The person that I was tip-toeing around since October of 2008, is gone.

Let me preface this entire blog entry by saying that for the first time since G and I became homeowners December 10, 2008, we finally have the house to ourselves, IE.) we no longer have his sister Kate as a "room mate."

Why was Kate, G's 26 year-old sister, living with us?

Well shit, here we go. Years back, Kate was living in Chicago with her Nana and Papa, going to school, working part time, and doing her thing. She was also getting to know a young man in Sacramento, CA. Her Papa sold his company and she got a lot of money. I'll just say it was right over the six-figure mark. So, Kate packed up and moved to California to move in with said California boy.

In the course of a year, she had an unsuccessful relationship with this guy and he (so she says), managed to spend every bit of money she had received from her Papa. She did not pay her taxes on the money AND put herself into debt. (Are you thinking WTF right now?) So the relationship ended horribly and she tucked-tail and moved back to Chicago. She has always dealt with "emotional" issues and was drowning mentally, emotionally, and financially in Chicago. She was barely making it and the person she signed an apartment lease with, disappeared at the last minute.

G and I had talked awhile about helping Kate out, if she wanted the help. We knew she was struggling. We knew she had burned all of her bridges in California... and with her Nana and Papa... and we thought, we'll give her a chance. Her Nana and Papa warned us that living with Kate was a strain, even on their relationship (luckily, G and I felt the same way about Kate and her ways, so there weren't any disagreements). Her Grammy even said to me (regarding helping Kate out in the future) "I'm too old to deal with her shit." So, since Kate had burned every other bridge known to man kind, G offered to move her in with is.

Kate packed up her dog, her clothes, and her records (sold everything else) and moved in with us in our apartment in October of 2008. The agreement was that she would 1) get a full time job, 2) get a full time job with benefits, 3) save money (we said she could live rent free for October, November, December, and January), and 4) help herself. Can you guess how many of those things she manage to do in the eight months she lived with us. ZERO!!!

What did she manage to do while she lived with us? She managed to get a part-time job (wow, way to dream big at 26!!!) at the Apple store at the mall, let her dog piss all over our floor multiple times, let her dog chew up three rugs of mine from Pier 1, let her dog chew the cord to our brand new vacuum, not save anything, put herself more in debt, rack up medical bills, not register her car and get a ticket, not pay the ticket and get a court date, overdraw her checking account and let it get reported to Check Systems while she opened another one elsewhere, let collectors call our home line incessantly (so I left her cell phone number on our voicemail and called some of them back personally and gave them her number), get behind on her car payments, not clean her room or her bathroom, let me clean up her bathroom before my parents would come in to town to visit, sleep all day every chance she got, hide in her room when we were home, hide food in her room, eat shitty food, not work out, not be healthy, jump from one guy to the next that would give her attention, not pay her $300 rent for this month (we started charging her rent when our first mortgage payment was due in February), and blatantly lie to G's face about anything and everything.

I feel like I have a reason to be angry, and I am! I'm angry. I'm frustrated. I feel like we were used! And I feel especially bad for G because he actually thought he could help this helpless human being. Clearly, she doesn't want help, because she doesn't help herself and continues to be self destructive.

I feel bad for her current boyfriend (who G and I assume she's attached herself to). From what she's told us, he's a successful, self-sufficient human being. He owns his own business and works hard. I bet he doesn't know of all the skeletons in Kate's closet. I can't imagine living in a relationship with so much deceit... and no, this isn't "leaving out the details." This young man has no idea what the hell he's gotten himself into. I feel sorry for him actually.

I don't think Kate realizes that she has no one else. G has communicated to his Nana and Papa, Grammy and Grampy, Dad and Step-mom throughout the course of Kate's stay with us. They know that she's continuing to screw up her life and no one wants to help her anymore. Why the hell would anyone want to help someone that clearly has no desire to help them self? I mean, shoot, she was proud of herself when she was hired for a part-time job at the Apple store! Way to set goals... way to set goals...

It's just infuriating to me that she got up yesterday, told G that she just had errands to do on her day off, and when I get home, her shit is gone. She blatantly lied to his face. If she didn't think she was doing anything wrong, she could have just been honest with him. Instead, she decided to be a coward and lie... and just leave.

I know she felt that G gave her a hard time, but shoot, that's tough love. He doesn't want to see his only sister fail at life, although that's what she's doing. I don't know what's wrong with her... why she can't function like a normal human being. Why she surrounds herself with loser friends that do drugs and sell drugs. That feel like filing for bankruptcy is the answer to their financial problems and encouraging her to do the same. Who the hell does that? LOSERS. That's who.

I knew this was going to happen. I saw it coming a mile away from the time I knew Kate and G were going to be getting another (small) disbursement from their Papa. I knew as soon as she got that money and didn't need to mooch off of us, that she would take off. So predictable and so sad. She's such a selfish human being. She'll take what she can get and then when you happen to piss her off or she's done using you, she leaves. (FYI she got that damn check about a week ago... surprise, surprise. Her Papa didn't even want her to get it!)

Jimny Christmas! I have so many thoughts running through my mind right now. I'm so angry that I can't get them organized and into one post. I will have to write more as it comes to me... when I can sort through the bullshit.



G's finally teaching me how to play. I've got the cords down for "How to Save a Life." Don't laugh!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

With Kel and Baby D, outside, enjoying live beach music!

-- Sent from my Palm Pre

Dillon's Invite: Test run NUMERO DOS

Dad was in town this weekend.

I love my family. :)

Again, I'm here, I'm alive...

and no, I haven't abandoned by blog (although I feel like I have).

Since I got back from my too-long-of-a-visit to South Carolina I have been training for my new position at work.

What is my new position? I'm technically considered an NSCC (National Security Clearing Corporation)/Financials Representative. What does this mean? It means I send and receive wires. Reconcile our NSCC settlement. Reconcile our ACH debits and credits. And run reports, reports, and more reports and then send them out in e-mails, all day.

Guess what though? I LOVE IT! Do I love it because I don't get bitched at my mutual fund shareholders everyday? Sort of. I love it because I have a LIST (I love lists!!!) of things I have to do every day by a certain time... It's very O.C.D. of me to enjoy putting all of my papers a certain way. Highlighting certain numbers on certain reports every day. And formatting e-mails a certain way every day. It's numbers and papers and e-mails that I get to make sense of and organize! I LOVE my new position!

However, there is a downside... always a downside. What is it? I have zero time to blog anymore... ever. As we speak, I am taking my lunch break to say: "Hello Sandi, Taralyn, Taylor, Tiffany, Sabrina, Liz, Brianna, and KristAn... I'm here!"

I start work at 6:15 every morning now. Wake up at 4:45. Leave the house by 5:25. Catch the bus at 5:41. Get downtown at 6:07. Get to work by 6:13. The very last thing I want to do when I get home, is get back on the internet, unfortunately. Plus, I've just been so darn tired trying to adjust (which will happen eventually).

Well, I'm off to pee and get some more water... maybe socialize in the break room a little.

I miss everyone. I wish I even had some time to read, but I don't have time for that either. Poop.

Dillon's Birthday Invitation, Take One

My first design for my friend Kelly's little boy Dillon's birthday invitations. (You can click it for full sizeness...)

I LOVE big storm clouds!!!

I am here. I'm alive.

[I started this post over a week ago, but due to training at work... I have had ZERO time for the internet! And it's the very last thing I want to do on my weekend!]

We're back. We survived Charleston.

Unfortunately, I have to say that I'm glad we're back. I did not miss that city or state.

Day 1: Wednesday 5/20.

G and I flew from Denver to Atlanta. I tried to save us some money by checking one bag (G and I shared a suitcase) instead of two, like usual. I thought it was $15 a bag... Boy was I wrong. Those bastards charged me $54 to check a single bag. Why? They said it was "over sized." By their standards, it was, but it was under 50 lbs.

Here's their sign:

1st checked bag: weight: 50 lbs. or less; dimensions: 61 inches or smaller

Fee based on reservation booking date:
Booked on November 12, 2008, or later
Booked on November 11, 2008, or earlier

2nd checked bag: weight: 50 lbs. or less; dimensions: 61 inches or smaller

Fee based on reservation booking date:
Booked on August 14, 2008, or later
Booked April 22 – August 13, 2008
Booked on April 21, 2008, or earlier

$10 online, $20 at airport
Excess baggage (each piece after the first two bags) $50
Overweight baggage
51-70 pounds
71-100 pounds

Over sized baggage (length + width + height)
62 to 70 inches
71 to 80 inches


They charged us $15 for the bag, plus $39 for it being over sized. Is that how that sign would read to you? I would read it as $39 for an overweight/over sized bag. Not one plus the other. To top it off the girl was an illiterate bitch. She gave us seats C and E. I asked "Are those seats together?" She said "Yes." Last I check there was a 'D' in between C and E. Freakin' moron, the seats weren't together.

When I get angry, I cry. I can't control it. I was so livid at the bitch I started crying and G, instead of saying something to the effect of "It's okay. It's not a big deal. We're on vacation!," gave me a hard time and decided to be a big jerk the rest of the day. Way to start a vacation! Unfortunately it set the tone for the rest of the trip.

We got to Charleston Wednesday evening around 6:30. We stopped at La Hacienda on the way home for some yummy Mexican food and gigante Dox Equis!

Thursday we spent the day with Sarah and Baby Amelia, and later in the afternoon went and saw G's grandparents. We also made it over to Dog & Duck. (You can read about it in my FOOD post. Lol.) Of course we ordered the Fish n' Chips and German JoJos! At about 2:30 in the morning, my stomach hurt... bad. I rushed to the bathroom for a poo and puke fest! Awesome! After I had relieve myself I went back to bed, only to notice that G was not there. I thought "maybe I woke him with all of my retching and such and he got up to pee." He wasn't in the upstairs bathroom, so I went downstairs. Nope, no peeing. He was retching as well. AWESOME times two. We both got food poisoning. G is convinced that it was the fried fish... I think maybe the tartar sauce. Maybe it wasn't food poisoning. Maybe it was more along the lines of "someone didn't wash their hands after wiping their ass and we ate their shit particles." Probably the latter. I felt better the next day, but G was still sick.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday are a blur of doing the same thing... Sarah and Brian's house, G's grandparents house... dinner... sleep. Same, same, same.

The weather sucked. It was nice one day out of seven! And on that day, I ran the bridge! Oh sweet joy, running that bridge was the highlight of that friggen trip! That, and food, and seeing old friends, and seeing G's grandparents.

[Trying to finish this post over a week later...]

I've lost my train of thought. I know that the trip to Charleston just reaffirmed the fact that G and I made the right decision in moving away from that place. I don't miss it.... at all. I guess when you're away for awhile, it's easy to forget the things you hate and remember only the good... kind of like an old relationship. Part of the reason I HATED living there was the lack of manners. South Carolina does NOT have "Southern Hospitality." Most people and straight-up assholes. You tell someone "thank you," and they say "uh-huh." WTF. Have you heard of 'your welcome?' When G and I were waiting for a table for dinner, one opened up and G walked toward it. Some mother-effer elbowed him. I guess someone needs a talk about using their words and not being physical. Welcome to the world of adults with mannerisms of three year-olds (and that may be too much credit.)

I'll leave you with some pictures... because yeah, I don't have anything else to share about that shitty ass trip.

The food that made us sick.
Woo! Bridge run with Saxton!
Four+ miles. :)
Mmmm... Dunkin. That's the way you end a run. Lol.Downtownage...
Southend Brewery w/ my favorite stout beer!Beach day with Sarah and Amelia.

Before dinner downtown at Basil.
Yay! Taco Boy! Yummers! (This was after a few margaritas, sangria, and spicy beers! Yay for a tab of $168, when tacos are only $3 each. Lol.)
Taylor, Chad, and myself. (I can't believe she's only 11!)
Brian and Sarah - our buddies!