So the past couple of days with Dane gone and my injured back leaving me to my own devices on the computer have led to random blog searches. First of all, after reading these blogs, I feel that my blog is rather dry and boring. I'll work on that. In the meantime, blogs of interest:
http://www.doublewidetales.blogspot.com/
I love the way this guy writes. Not to mention turning an annoying thing into something entertaining. Kudos Cletus - though I doubt that's your real name.
And how I found his blog was through this interesting blog:
http://one-hundred-girls.blogspot.com/
I figured I'd watch this dudes list project as I am a sucker for lists. If there is a list show on E! or VH1, I'm roped in in a heartbeat.
In the meantime, I'm still looking for opinions on my most recent hair poll - lock in your votes now. http://blondninjachick.blogspot.com/2006/08/hair-poll.html
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Congrats!
A big congrats to:
Rebecca for graduating with a master's degree this week.
Heather for her recent promotion to the big office.
Mark for starting a new job at a new location.
Weekend scribe:
Friday was a good day and stressful day. I got the FPP's wrapped up with one minute to spare. Phew! Traffic was a bitch though to and fro TKD and by the time I got home, I had just over an hour to eat and get ready for the Vogue but not enough time to complete my homework. I threw in the towel and decided to hand it in on Sunday and take the dock in grade for less stress. Went to the Vogue via Nick and Jacob - it's not often that Dane and I don't have to worry about driving home, so we took advantage of the opp and drank some more drinks than normal. LR was dancing at the Vogue and looked absolutely fabulous. She had had too much partying at the Noc Noc the night before and left not long after her performance. Since we had already watched a dude stick nails in his head, sew a coconut to his stomach, lay on a bed of nine inch nails, lay on a bed of broken glass, and industrial staple money to his chest, back, ass, cheeks, and nipple plus a tribal belly dance and burlesque performance, we figured we could reasonably move on to the next bar having received our money's worth of entertainment. The wind blew us to a lesbian bar called Wild Rose, though we didn't know it to be that when we walked in. By the time we figured it out, we couldn't just walk out, so we decided to stay. We actually had a blast in the beer garden talking to all different shades of people, gay and straight alike. It's been a while since Dane and I have gone out on our own - it was kinda nice. Though I only had 3 glasses of wine, a Mac n Jack, and strong vodka diet in about the space of 3.5 hours, I felt fairly good. Nick and Jacob picked us up and I passed out for the ride home. Something about going out on Fridays tuckers me out these days. I imagine it wont be long before I can no longer do it without a) taking a nap first, or b) going home earlier. Gone are the club days and closing bars down. We did close the Wild Rose though, mostly because we had to wait for our ride than because we wanted to stay.
Saturday we went to the finance picnic and had fun playing Swedish games, playing on the playground, and talking in catty clicks. After the picnic we went to go see Beerfest with RB, TJ, MR, and HG. It was a good time, good movie. After that we went back to the Huish house and played games, drank beer in silly hats, poked fun at each other, and celebrated. Soon it was hot tub time because I felt a back ache come on. In real life I had actually pulled/pinched my syatic (I have no idea how to spell that - that's the phonetic spelling) nerve.
I woke up Sunday morning early courtesy of Dane. He and MR went four wheeling while HG and I stayed home and looked through pictures, did laundry, homework, and napped. We got some spring roll paper at the local Asian market so I can make fat free lunches. I also got some salmon sashmi. Then we ate lunch at the Teapot - I love that place. By then, the men were home dirty, hungry, and tired.
I was supposed to go to the nudey beach with LR today, but my back hurt so bad I just wanted to stay home. Plus I had HG over. I'm such a flake. Oh well.
I'm looking forward to this week. It will be busy, but fun. Lots of TKD and BD (if my back allows) and the Noc Noc. We are going camping this weekend. That should be lots of fun.
OMG - I just realized that a year ago today I was loading up a van to move up to Seattle. I can't believe I've lived here a year now. Wow. I'm sitting here soaking that in. A year. It seems like I just got here. A whole f*cking year is gone. Like that. Let's recap the first year in Seattle:
I've quit smoking.
I've gained 15 pounds (somehow related to the above I think).
I've colored my hair back to brown.
I've made a slew of new friends.
I've kept my old friends in touch.
I've started something new - TKD.
I've stopped doing yoga. :-(
I started BD again.
I've cut back on drinking.
I haven't gone to a club to dance and drink in over 8 months.
I have gone to bars for brews instead.
I've grown exponentially in my career and attitude.
I'm engaged!
I'm a foster momma for kitties.
I've helped my parent's move across the country.
I flew south of the border for the first time!
I spent my 26th b-day in Hawaii.
I took some time off from school, though not by choice.
I was in the Fremont Parade for the second year.
I didn't party hard on New Years.
I spent my first Christmas without family of any kind other than Dane.
I didn't go to church on Christmas or Easter for the first year of my life.
I learned to tell direction without using mountains as my west point.
I purchased a hookah.
I don't wear make up anymore unless the situation calls for it.
I tried sushi and discovered I love it.
I bought a hot tub.
I rediscovered my love for Mr. Man.
I spent the first year of my 5 year relationship with Mr. Man all alone, with no roommates!
I've spent only a matter of minutes on a motorcycle this season. :-(
Wow I'm sure I could go on for days. What an amazing year it has been. I wonder what this next year has in store for me. Of course, the obvious is the wedding, graduating with a bachelor's, starting a master's program, continuing the friendships I've started, perfecting TKD and BD, and hopefully incorporating more painting and yoga into my hectic schedule.
Rebecca for graduating with a master's degree this week.
Heather for her recent promotion to the big office.
Mark for starting a new job at a new location.
Weekend scribe:
Friday was a good day and stressful day. I got the FPP's wrapped up with one minute to spare. Phew! Traffic was a bitch though to and fro TKD and by the time I got home, I had just over an hour to eat and get ready for the Vogue but not enough time to complete my homework. I threw in the towel and decided to hand it in on Sunday and take the dock in grade for less stress. Went to the Vogue via Nick and Jacob - it's not often that Dane and I don't have to worry about driving home, so we took advantage of the opp and drank some more drinks than normal. LR was dancing at the Vogue and looked absolutely fabulous. She had had too much partying at the Noc Noc the night before and left not long after her performance. Since we had already watched a dude stick nails in his head, sew a coconut to his stomach, lay on a bed of nine inch nails, lay on a bed of broken glass, and industrial staple money to his chest, back, ass, cheeks, and nipple plus a tribal belly dance and burlesque performance, we figured we could reasonably move on to the next bar having received our money's worth of entertainment. The wind blew us to a lesbian bar called Wild Rose, though we didn't know it to be that when we walked in. By the time we figured it out, we couldn't just walk out, so we decided to stay. We actually had a blast in the beer garden talking to all different shades of people, gay and straight alike. It's been a while since Dane and I have gone out on our own - it was kinda nice. Though I only had 3 glasses of wine, a Mac n Jack, and strong vodka diet in about the space of 3.5 hours, I felt fairly good. Nick and Jacob picked us up and I passed out for the ride home. Something about going out on Fridays tuckers me out these days. I imagine it wont be long before I can no longer do it without a) taking a nap first, or b) going home earlier. Gone are the club days and closing bars down. We did close the Wild Rose though, mostly because we had to wait for our ride than because we wanted to stay.
Saturday we went to the finance picnic and had fun playing Swedish games, playing on the playground, and talking in catty clicks. After the picnic we went to go see Beerfest with RB, TJ, MR, and HG. It was a good time, good movie. After that we went back to the Huish house and played games, drank beer in silly hats, poked fun at each other, and celebrated. Soon it was hot tub time because I felt a back ache come on. In real life I had actually pulled/pinched my syatic (I have no idea how to spell that - that's the phonetic spelling) nerve.
I woke up Sunday morning early courtesy of Dane. He and MR went four wheeling while HG and I stayed home and looked through pictures, did laundry, homework, and napped. We got some spring roll paper at the local Asian market so I can make fat free lunches. I also got some salmon sashmi. Then we ate lunch at the Teapot - I love that place. By then, the men were home dirty, hungry, and tired.
I was supposed to go to the nudey beach with LR today, but my back hurt so bad I just wanted to stay home. Plus I had HG over. I'm such a flake. Oh well.
I'm looking forward to this week. It will be busy, but fun. Lots of TKD and BD (if my back allows) and the Noc Noc. We are going camping this weekend. That should be lots of fun.
OMG - I just realized that a year ago today I was loading up a van to move up to Seattle. I can't believe I've lived here a year now. Wow. I'm sitting here soaking that in. A year. It seems like I just got here. A whole f*cking year is gone. Like that. Let's recap the first year in Seattle:
I've quit smoking.
I've gained 15 pounds (somehow related to the above I think).
I've colored my hair back to brown.
I've made a slew of new friends.
I've kept my old friends in touch.
I've started something new - TKD.
I've stopped doing yoga. :-(
I started BD again.
I've cut back on drinking.
I haven't gone to a club to dance and drink in over 8 months.
I have gone to bars for brews instead.
I've grown exponentially in my career and attitude.
I'm engaged!
I'm a foster momma for kitties.
I've helped my parent's move across the country.
I flew south of the border for the first time!
I spent my 26th b-day in Hawaii.
I took some time off from school, though not by choice.
I was in the Fremont Parade for the second year.
I didn't party hard on New Years.
I spent my first Christmas without family of any kind other than Dane.
I didn't go to church on Christmas or Easter for the first year of my life.
I learned to tell direction without using mountains as my west point.
I purchased a hookah.
I don't wear make up anymore unless the situation calls for it.
I tried sushi and discovered I love it.
I bought a hot tub.
I rediscovered my love for Mr. Man.
I spent the first year of my 5 year relationship with Mr. Man all alone, with no roommates!
I've spent only a matter of minutes on a motorcycle this season. :-(
Wow I'm sure I could go on for days. What an amazing year it has been. I wonder what this next year has in store for me. Of course, the obvious is the wedding, graduating with a bachelor's, starting a master's program, continuing the friendships I've started, perfecting TKD and BD, and hopefully incorporating more painting and yoga into my hectic schedule.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
The Word
Not much to write home about. Dane is being honored tonight (again) for being an outstanding employee at Denali. He's going to dinner with the president and other outstanding people. Good for him. I'm so proud of him. He's all stressed (for very good reasons) because he had to drive to Olympia this am (1.5 hours one way) then drive back up here by 1:30 for a memorial service for a Denali employee that was killed in a tragic traffic accident, then present a whole bunch of stuff he doesn't know anything about to a potential client since Denali canned the person originally responsible for said meeting. Poor dude. I'm sure we will definitely crack open some beer or wine and sit in the tub tonight for some relaxing.
We have two kittens right now that are adorable.
The new diet is going well, I've lost an inch from my hips.
I think I've mastered the almost fat free/calorie free cookie. Though I'm sure I'll get cancer after just one bite. It's made entirely using Splenda, Egg Beaters, and Smart Choice fat free 5 calorie "butter". The only calories or fattening thing in them are the chocolate chips. We'll see how they cook though, for now I've just been eating the batter. (bad Crystal!) (but not really cause there's no fat or cals)
TKD and BD are also going well, I'm slowly progressing at TKD and refining BD. HG and I are starting a power belly course as soon as our beginner course ends. That should be fun. Then we will probably break BD for a while and focus on the holidays, TKD, and gearing up for our master's program.
Only 9 more weeks till I have a bachelor's degree. Can you believe it? My plan is still to continue on with a master's, sit for the CPA exam and then from there it really depends on if I can get in to law school. If I can, then I'll do that but law schools generally don't allow leisure studies. To even get in to a good law school is challenging and not for those who simply "want the education" like I do. If I can't do that, then I will start the 3.5 year PhD program in business. RB decided to go that route, I'm so happy/proud of her. It's been nice to have someone lead the way, if you will. She's just got 1 week left of her UOP master's program.
Nothing new to report on the wedding front. Except United doesn't fly to Los Cabos so I can't use my mileage - bastards.
Gotta get back to work now, lunch is over and monsterous* payroll journals await.
*monsterous in this case is relative as HG's payroll journal probably puts my journals to absolute shame.
We have two kittens right now that are adorable.
The new diet is going well, I've lost an inch from my hips.
I think I've mastered the almost fat free/calorie free cookie. Though I'm sure I'll get cancer after just one bite. It's made entirely using Splenda, Egg Beaters, and Smart Choice fat free 5 calorie "butter". The only calories or fattening thing in them are the chocolate chips. We'll see how they cook though, for now I've just been eating the batter. (bad Crystal!) (but not really cause there's no fat or cals)
TKD and BD are also going well, I'm slowly progressing at TKD and refining BD. HG and I are starting a power belly course as soon as our beginner course ends. That should be fun. Then we will probably break BD for a while and focus on the holidays, TKD, and gearing up for our master's program.
Only 9 more weeks till I have a bachelor's degree. Can you believe it? My plan is still to continue on with a master's, sit for the CPA exam and then from there it really depends on if I can get in to law school. If I can, then I'll do that but law schools generally don't allow leisure studies. To even get in to a good law school is challenging and not for those who simply "want the education" like I do. If I can't do that, then I will start the 3.5 year PhD program in business. RB decided to go that route, I'm so happy/proud of her. It's been nice to have someone lead the way, if you will. She's just got 1 week left of her UOP master's program.
Nothing new to report on the wedding front. Except United doesn't fly to Los Cabos so I can't use my mileage - bastards.
Gotta get back to work now, lunch is over and monsterous* payroll journals await.
*monsterous in this case is relative as HG's payroll journal probably puts my journals to absolute shame.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Summer Break
Well, for the first time since I've had a full time job I took a little minature summer break. By that I mean I took time off just to sit at home, eat mac n cheese, bon bons, watch soaps, and mostly do nothing. Usually when I take time off from work I'm always bouncing non-stop from place to place, my last two week stint no exception (recall CO-Vegas-CA-Moab-road trip). I must be getting older and changing all the way around because I used to LOVE going places and traveling - I still do, I guess I've just realized that there is a time for jet-setting and a time for sitting on the couch and gaining 5 lbs. I swear I gained at least that. But I'm back on my low fat diet and working out like a mad woman again. It was nice to take a break, but the fun and games are over. Back to real life.
A vacation recap:
Aug 4th - went to dinner with Master Lee and crew after TKD including the new baby Issac. Isaac. Isacc. Iisac. Iissaacc. Whatever - the new baby. It was fun but at the same time I couldn't help but think where I was 6 years ago on that day. I kept my tears on the DL though, no sense in spoiling anyone elses fun.
Aug 5th - Dane, Steven, Ricky, and I drove to Mercer Island and then roller bladed to the highway to watch the Blue Angels. Man, I love those guys! I swear, puppies and Lifetime will never make me cry but every time I see those fighter jets I get all emotional and swell with pride. One of my buddies here has a different take on them though, she said the sound of a fighter jet is no cause for celebration being that in some countries people hear those jets and fear for their lives during this time of war. True. BUT NOT IN THE UNITED STATES! Those men and women in the military fight hard generation after generation to ensure the freedom and rights of American citizens - they are working when we are playing, have some effing respect for your military and the best of the absolute best taking their time to come out and put on a show. Support what our men/women are trained to do and be lucky that when you hear the sound of a F/A-18 Hornet you can look to the sky and smile from ear to ear and be proud of your country!
Aug 6th - I think I sat around doing nothing. Oh - I watched the Blue Angels on tv this time. God bless the Seafair - I can't believe I've missed out my whole life. Dane and I have resolved to sell the Jeep, Montero, trailer, and Banshee and get a boat in two years. We would get it next year, but we are getting married, first things first ya know. The boat Dane wants to get - http://www.yamaha-motor.com/boat/products/modelhome/422/0/home.aspx The boat I want - http://www.stingrayboats.com/products/models06/models.php?model=240cs The boat that we can afford http://www.kennebunkbeach.com/Images/dingy.jpg
Aug 7th - Went camping with LR and crew - whoooo doggy what fun that was! I took the truck because I was going to sleep in it but brought a tent just in case. At a huge 2 scoop ice cream cone AND drove the stick shift truck at the same time- I was impressed. It's weird to take ferries places. I'm used to driving forever, but in WA you have to take ferries to the other side. And the ferry is actually considered part of the highway - no joke. Anyhoot, it was about a 2 hour drive to the camp spot. We drank beers and sat around the camp fire, walked down to the river, ate dinner and drank more beer. Dane was able to cut out of work early and come down on the bike arriving just in time to consume a bag of mushrooms (I was just drunk enough to make that decision) with me. That was fun! I spent the whole night cuddled on the love seat camping chair in my camoflauge capri pants, fleecy thing, and pirate bandana and emergency pirate gold earring with my face painted like a pirate (eye patch and moustache). Since I'm a mental case to begin with I didn't need to get up and frolic in the forest like the others did, I visited two galaxies, Hell, and all my childhood memories right there from the chair. I even visited the future. I thought I had died. Then I wished I would die. Then I saw a Star Wars dude in our camp. Then everyone was a tree stump. I couldn't move my body and I thought for certain I peed my pants. Finally when I could move I forced myself to find the tent even though I was in an animated forest. I must have left live action when I came back from galaxy #2. And the music that Pat played was way cool and everyone was chattering to everyone and Dane! OMG Dane. He was beside himself. He and the other men found an abandoned car and tipped it over, then they scared each other in the brush. Dane refused to go to the tent when I did and physically tried to stop me by getting in my way and hugging me (effing hippy) - I finally had to scream at him to let me go. Then he spent all night f*cking with the flash light in the tent begging me to help him find Reality, like it was a client of his or something. The next day I was shocked to wake up alive. Then I was even more shocked to learn that it had only been one night, I thought for sure I was 45 years old. Drugs* are bad, mmkay.
* I find it a stretch to consider mushrooms drugs since they are natural, but I did knowingly consume the mushrooms expecting some degree of euphoria or what have you.
Aug 8th and 9th - Slept. All day and night. Both days.
Aug 10th - went to the Noc Noc with RB, TJ, MR, and HG. And SS. MR gave his notice at work and needed a pick me up, and what better way to pick yourself up than black opals and pasties.
Aug 11th - I slept in till noon then watched my two Isis videos, one of her on Mother's Day, her 1st b-day, and then a bunch of footage from when Kevin and I lived together. It is weird looking at me back then - I feel like I'm watching a different person. And to see me with Isis, I look like I always looked at her in awe. There's several times the camera catches me staring at her, not saying anything, with the most interesting look on my face. Like I can't believe she's there or something. Anyway, Dane went with Steven to Spokane to help him move so I stayed at home and surfed the net and watched tv and just enjoyed my me time. I played with the cats, ate fattening food some more, assessed my swivel hookah. DUDE - I got a swivel hookah! That's right, this baby swivels on it's base so no more getting the hose caught and passing it around between 5 people and knocking sh*t over. In fact - I think I'll go light my baby hookah. I also got one of those so I can retire my Isis hookah for specail occassions. But not special hookah. Special hookah goes in swivel hookah. This year Dane and I are getting hookahs for all our friends and family for Cmas. I can only imagine what the look on my parents face would be - hee hee. That alone would make it worth it.
Aug 12th - School, last class of Audit I, Audit II starts next week. Aced the test. Then I went to Merle's memorial and lost it everytime I saw Howard. They've been married 42 years. That's as long as my folks. And they are only 10 years older than my folks. It petrifies me to think that I could lose my folks in 10 years. Well I guess anything happens at anytime, but I just can't imagine a life without them and it literally brings me to shaking fits imaging their passing and especially the hurt and pain when the one goes before the other. I actually felt like I could vomit several times throughout the ceremony watching poor Howard and feeling his pain. It was nice to hear the other folks in the crowd though and the funny things they said about Merle and who she was. She really was a tough one - it saddens me that I didn't know her softer side. Additionally I've learned a very powerful lesson from this experience. I've learned how to NOT talk about your co-workers and people who are seemingly stern. I've learned that I could have been a lot nicer and easier to deal with. I made my peace with Merle at her bedside about the tone in my last email to her and secretly prayed that she never read it, but I am still haunted by my actions and naggings that really were unneccessary. Lesson learned.
After that I spent the afternoon dining w/ MR, HG, and RB and then watching tv with MR and HG - I swear they put sleepy dust on their coach. The evening was spent working HARD moving SS in to his new place, which is very nice. After that, D and I went home, watched the boob tube and passed the toot out.
Aug 13th - spent the day at the nudey beach on Lake Washington with LR and crew. We ate BBQ and drank beer and just plain relaxed. I didn't think to bring a suit so when our intertube island (over 10 feet in diameter w/ mesh pool) showed up courtesy of Mog, I had to wear Dane's underoos and my sarong top to swim in. I *could* have gone in the buff, but I'm not ready for that around people I know. Plus I could stand to lose about 50 lbs before I did that. After nude beach Dane and I went home and watched Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2 - such great movies. It was the best way to finish off the week of remembering Isis. I love what Uma fights for in Kill Bill. Rock on!
I got back to work today and it wasn't as bad as I anticipated. I seem to be getting things done on my own time now instead of stressing myself out with unrealistic lists. Dane is in Olympia all week so I'm on my own again with the cats. Dane wants to keep our newest foster, Sharpie (what a horrible name), he is a d*mn cute cat. Our cats hate him. Stinker has some funk on her back that I keep cutting out and it comes back. I swear that cat has the weirdest sh*t happen to her. Unexplainable. The cats are fighting right now. Boo is actually hoarse from hissing and hooting so much. Silly girl.
Well back to homework for me. Then cookie dough. Then I have to work off the cookie dough with Joyce Vedral's workout.
A vacation recap:
Aug 4th - went to dinner with Master Lee and crew after TKD including the new baby Issac. Isaac. Isacc. Iisac. Iissaacc. Whatever - the new baby. It was fun but at the same time I couldn't help but think where I was 6 years ago on that day. I kept my tears on the DL though, no sense in spoiling anyone elses fun.
Aug 5th - Dane, Steven, Ricky, and I drove to Mercer Island and then roller bladed to the highway to watch the Blue Angels. Man, I love those guys! I swear, puppies and Lifetime will never make me cry but every time I see those fighter jets I get all emotional and swell with pride. One of my buddies here has a different take on them though, she said the sound of a fighter jet is no cause for celebration being that in some countries people hear those jets and fear for their lives during this time of war. True. BUT NOT IN THE UNITED STATES! Those men and women in the military fight hard generation after generation to ensure the freedom and rights of American citizens - they are working when we are playing, have some effing respect for your military and the best of the absolute best taking their time to come out and put on a show. Support what our men/women are trained to do and be lucky that when you hear the sound of a F/A-18 Hornet you can look to the sky and smile from ear to ear and be proud of your country!
Aug 6th - I think I sat around doing nothing. Oh - I watched the Blue Angels on tv this time. God bless the Seafair - I can't believe I've missed out my whole life. Dane and I have resolved to sell the Jeep, Montero, trailer, and Banshee and get a boat in two years. We would get it next year, but we are getting married, first things first ya know. The boat Dane wants to get - http://www.yamaha-motor.com/boat/products/modelhome/422/0/home.aspx The boat I want - http://www.stingrayboats.com/products/models06/models.php?model=240cs The boat that we can afford http://www.kennebunkbeach.com/Images/dingy.jpg
Aug 7th - Went camping with LR and crew - whoooo doggy what fun that was! I took the truck because I was going to sleep in it but brought a tent just in case. At a huge 2 scoop ice cream cone AND drove the stick shift truck at the same time- I was impressed. It's weird to take ferries places. I'm used to driving forever, but in WA you have to take ferries to the other side. And the ferry is actually considered part of the highway - no joke. Anyhoot, it was about a 2 hour drive to the camp spot. We drank beers and sat around the camp fire, walked down to the river, ate dinner and drank more beer. Dane was able to cut out of work early and come down on the bike arriving just in time to consume a bag of mushrooms (I was just drunk enough to make that decision) with me. That was fun! I spent the whole night cuddled on the love seat camping chair in my camoflauge capri pants, fleecy thing, and pirate bandana and emergency pirate gold earring with my face painted like a pirate (eye patch and moustache). Since I'm a mental case to begin with I didn't need to get up and frolic in the forest like the others did, I visited two galaxies, Hell, and all my childhood memories right there from the chair. I even visited the future. I thought I had died. Then I wished I would die. Then I saw a Star Wars dude in our camp. Then everyone was a tree stump. I couldn't move my body and I thought for certain I peed my pants. Finally when I could move I forced myself to find the tent even though I was in an animated forest. I must have left live action when I came back from galaxy #2. And the music that Pat played was way cool and everyone was chattering to everyone and Dane! OMG Dane. He was beside himself. He and the other men found an abandoned car and tipped it over, then they scared each other in the brush. Dane refused to go to the tent when I did and physically tried to stop me by getting in my way and hugging me (effing hippy) - I finally had to scream at him to let me go. Then he spent all night f*cking with the flash light in the tent begging me to help him find Reality, like it was a client of his or something. The next day I was shocked to wake up alive. Then I was even more shocked to learn that it had only been one night, I thought for sure I was 45 years old. Drugs* are bad, mmkay.
* I find it a stretch to consider mushrooms drugs since they are natural, but I did knowingly consume the mushrooms expecting some degree of euphoria or what have you.
Aug 8th and 9th - Slept. All day and night. Both days.
Aug 10th - went to the Noc Noc with RB, TJ, MR, and HG. And SS. MR gave his notice at work and needed a pick me up, and what better way to pick yourself up than black opals and pasties.
Aug 11th - I slept in till noon then watched my two Isis videos, one of her on Mother's Day, her 1st b-day, and then a bunch of footage from when Kevin and I lived together. It is weird looking at me back then - I feel like I'm watching a different person. And to see me with Isis, I look like I always looked at her in awe. There's several times the camera catches me staring at her, not saying anything, with the most interesting look on my face. Like I can't believe she's there or something. Anyway, Dane went with Steven to Spokane to help him move so I stayed at home and surfed the net and watched tv and just enjoyed my me time. I played with the cats, ate fattening food some more, assessed my swivel hookah. DUDE - I got a swivel hookah! That's right, this baby swivels on it's base so no more getting the hose caught and passing it around between 5 people and knocking sh*t over. In fact - I think I'll go light my baby hookah. I also got one of those so I can retire my Isis hookah for specail occassions. But not special hookah. Special hookah goes in swivel hookah. This year Dane and I are getting hookahs for all our friends and family for Cmas. I can only imagine what the look on my parents face would be - hee hee. That alone would make it worth it.
Aug 12th - School, last class of Audit I, Audit II starts next week. Aced the test. Then I went to Merle's memorial and lost it everytime I saw Howard. They've been married 42 years. That's as long as my folks. And they are only 10 years older than my folks. It petrifies me to think that I could lose my folks in 10 years. Well I guess anything happens at anytime, but I just can't imagine a life without them and it literally brings me to shaking fits imaging their passing and especially the hurt and pain when the one goes before the other. I actually felt like I could vomit several times throughout the ceremony watching poor Howard and feeling his pain. It was nice to hear the other folks in the crowd though and the funny things they said about Merle and who she was. She really was a tough one - it saddens me that I didn't know her softer side. Additionally I've learned a very powerful lesson from this experience. I've learned how to NOT talk about your co-workers and people who are seemingly stern. I've learned that I could have been a lot nicer and easier to deal with. I made my peace with Merle at her bedside about the tone in my last email to her and secretly prayed that she never read it, but I am still haunted by my actions and naggings that really were unneccessary. Lesson learned.
After that I spent the afternoon dining w/ MR, HG, and RB and then watching tv with MR and HG - I swear they put sleepy dust on their coach. The evening was spent working HARD moving SS in to his new place, which is very nice. After that, D and I went home, watched the boob tube and passed the toot out.
Aug 13th - spent the day at the nudey beach on Lake Washington with LR and crew. We ate BBQ and drank beer and just plain relaxed. I didn't think to bring a suit so when our intertube island (over 10 feet in diameter w/ mesh pool) showed up courtesy of Mog, I had to wear Dane's underoos and my sarong top to swim in. I *could* have gone in the buff, but I'm not ready for that around people I know. Plus I could stand to lose about 50 lbs before I did that. After nude beach Dane and I went home and watched Kill Bill Vol 1 & 2 - such great movies. It was the best way to finish off the week of remembering Isis. I love what Uma fights for in Kill Bill. Rock on!
I got back to work today and it wasn't as bad as I anticipated. I seem to be getting things done on my own time now instead of stressing myself out with unrealistic lists. Dane is in Olympia all week so I'm on my own again with the cats. Dane wants to keep our newest foster, Sharpie (what a horrible name), he is a d*mn cute cat. Our cats hate him. Stinker has some funk on her back that I keep cutting out and it comes back. I swear that cat has the weirdest sh*t happen to her. Unexplainable. The cats are fighting right now. Boo is actually hoarse from hissing and hooting so much. Silly girl.
Well back to homework for me. Then cookie dough. Then I have to work off the cookie dough with Joyce Vedral's workout.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Happy Birthday Isis!
Today would have been Isis's 6th birthday. It's very hard for me to imagine having a 6 year old. I just can't picture it, with Isis or with any child. I think in a lot of ways what I've been through with Isis aged me a couple lifetimes but in other ways it has taken me back a few years. And by that I mean that I don't live a lifestyle befitting of a mother. Do I think that if I had a child that I would act the same, absolutely not. Does that mean I regret how I act now or think I'm immature, never. Anyway, it's just hard to picture me with a 6 year old. I wonder what she'd look like, act like, talk like. I wonder what she'd have interests in. I wonder if she'd be a pain or if she'd be a quiet little princess like she was. I wonder if I'd still be with Kevin and Madison. I wonder if I would have finished school. It's funny, the day Isis was taken to the hospital I filled out my FAFSA forms to try and get into school. And then she died and all that went to the wayside. Eventually I went back to school and now, five years later to the f*cking day I will graduate with a BA. To the exact day. How odd is that?
I also think about how everything has happened on important dates. Isis died on Dad's b-day. I got in my motorcycle accident on my parents anniversary. And I know a couple other court dates and such happened on important days. Even Theo (my best friend's first son) shares the same birthday as Dane and he died on the same date my niece was born. Just weirdness. And now Merle passed on today. I'm so very glad she had a quicker passing than was expected but I'm so very sad that she has moved on. I have to pause and consider the date it's on.
All in all, I miss Isis and think about her everyday and wish I had her in my life. I would give it all up to have her back. I usually try to do something in her honor and celebration around her birthday and save the mourning for her passing anniversary. So I will make it a point this weekend to see the Blue Angels. That's something I'd do with her. Maybe I'll even use my coupons and go to the aquarium or zoo. We used to go to the zoo in Denver for her birthday anniversary.
Today is a heavy heart day.
I also think about how everything has happened on important dates. Isis died on Dad's b-day. I got in my motorcycle accident on my parents anniversary. And I know a couple other court dates and such happened on important days. Even Theo (my best friend's first son) shares the same birthday as Dane and he died on the same date my niece was born. Just weirdness. And now Merle passed on today. I'm so very glad she had a quicker passing than was expected but I'm so very sad that she has moved on. I have to pause and consider the date it's on.
All in all, I miss Isis and think about her everyday and wish I had her in my life. I would give it all up to have her back. I usually try to do something in her honor and celebration around her birthday and save the mourning for her passing anniversary. So I will make it a point this weekend to see the Blue Angels. That's something I'd do with her. Maybe I'll even use my coupons and go to the aquarium or zoo. We used to go to the zoo in Denver for her birthday anniversary.
Today is a heavy heart day.
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