If people never did silly things, nothing intelligent would ever get done.

WOW!!

Wed, 31 Oct 2007 15:06:46 GMT

I got these pics late last night from my aunt who lives about 5-10 miles from the Santiago Canyon fire. Thankfully, everyone J & I know down there is safe and sound.

Those are just a handful. But, god, they're beautiful if they weren't so freakin' scary!!

My fella is still doing GIS at the Poomacha fire, which should hopefully be contained sometime today. And hopefully will be coming home soon. :)

What the hell?!?

Sun, 09 Sep 2007 02:21:57 GMT

About 30 min ago I'm getting ready to start washing a few dishes when I hear someone yelling outside. I didn't think anything of it because the kids across the street have been playing outside all day. But then I realized this was no kid's voice but a grown woman's voice.

So I peek outside & there's this woman in a white truck parked right in front of my house yelling. I go to a different window to see who she's yelling at & there ain't nobody there. O_o

I went outside to see if perhaps there was someone there that I just couldn't see from inside the house. Well, there was no one! The woman didn't look at me but she did notice me 'cause she rolled her car forward a bit but kept yelling. Now I could hear what she was saying - she was going on about some couple or guy that I guess had said something to her about being gay and/or being gay with a child and then something about that person being against gay marriage. And that 'if you come threaten me, I'm coming to threaten your family.'

WTF?!? First off, I had never seen this woman in my life. Secondly, her anger was misdirected because not only do my boyfriend & I have no children, we're both pro gay marriage. Not that she could've known that because I had never seen this loon before.

She drove to the next street, still yelling, and turned on to another street and she was still yelling. And then she was gone.

I'm still a little freaked out though, not necessarily because of this crazy broad, but because it brought back flashbacks of this crazy neighbor I had a few years back when I lived in Arcata. Basically, this woman chased me out of my apartment because she apparently had a thing against inter-racial couples. She didn't do anything violent, just scary & freaky.

I really thought I had dealt with that completely but then today's crazy woman kicked in that fear. Yikes!

The Holy S**T Moment of the Week

Sat, 04 Aug 2007 16:06:49 GMT

Wow, that's just incredible!

Perfect Sunday Night

Mon, 21 May 2007 14:25:19 GMT

Proof positive that my fella is amazing. Last night after an amazing bouillabaisse that he spent a couple of hours making, he ran us a bath, put on some Cole Porter, lit some candles & grabbed our wine. *sigh* Even after almost 6 years together, he still makes me swoon.

Oh gosh, I almost forgot...tee hee...after our bath, we had a smoke out in our backyard sans clothing. It was actually pleasant outside & a little liberating to be standing butt ass naked in our backyard.

Looking forward to the Hips :)

Fri, 18 May 2007 20:44:52 GMT

Who: The Mother Hips. Opening is Hiss Golden Messenger & Cabinessence

When: Tonight! - Doors 8p, Show 9p - $14

Where: Doug Fir

6pm inStore appearance at Music Millenium NW

Phoow, we've all felt this way before...

Sun, 04 Jun 2006 00:40:11 GMT

So, this came to my attention via damnportlanders, which got there thanks to craigslist.

Thanks a lot! Since working with you for nearly two years has been so painfully excruciating and since I am now no longer employed, I thought I would convey to you how bad it is/was to work with you. While all of the following certainly does not list all of the repulsive aspects of our days together...I did try to highlight the best parts.

#1 EARLY MORNING: I do not claim to be a mechanic, but when you pull into the parking garage with your car screaming and moaning like a woman giving birth, Well, even I know something is wrong. I can hear you coming a mile away. In case you didn't notice, noise is amplified by about 9000 percent in a parking garage. BTW, what is that rattletrap contraption you drive anyway? I can discern that the front part is an older model Datsun, but what exactly is the back for? Is that homemade flatbed and running boards really necessary? What do you haul in that thing anyway? Probably your groceries. In case you haven't noticed (everyone else has/does) your Ass is the size of China. Seriously!!! That thing has a life of its own. Inevitably, after you pull up and you pretty much roll out of your car (I feel silly even calling it that)you always, ALWAYS have to comment on my outfit. HINT there isn't much of a selection in the Elephant Xtra-Large department. How much yardage does it take to cover that ass anyway?

#2 MIDMORNING: Considering that only you and I work in the office and I have NEVER purchased anything from her, it only stands to reason that when Muffin/Snack Lady comes in, it's a sure bet that she's there to see you. Everyday you tell me you're going to Curves. Well guess what sweetie, Curves isn't going to do a damn thing for you if you wolf down 2000,00000 calories a day. But do you get the clue? Hell, no. You buy that muffin/carrot cake/bag of m&ms and then practically break your neck getting back to your desk to eat it. I've seen you pork down a muffin lickety fucking split. Hell, the muffin lady is barely out the door and you're finished. Then you wash it all down with that green shit you call a protein drink in that grimy Tupperware bottle. You slurp on that crap ALL DAY LONG. I think that is why you smell so bad. I remember last summer when the air conditioning went out...that crap sat on your desk all day long FERMENTING. When you took a swig at the end of the day, I almost passed out from disgust.

#3 THE COPY MACHINE: This issue really fires me up. Listen here. It is YOUR job to make copies, NOT MINE. When the copy machine starts blinking and beeping what do you do? You snail trail it over to the machine and FLIP out, punching buttons, jiggling that ass of yours around, muttering like a deranged moose. Here's another HINT Copy machines run out of paper. I've only had to tell you this about 11,000 times. Check the paper tray, DUMBSHIT.

#4 LUNCHTIME: Another painful time of day. It used to be not so bad when the gas prices weren't so high and I could escape you for an hour. Not anymore. I have to listen to every bit of information about your dog, your mother, and that creepy husband of yours. Let me tell you something about your "perfect" husband. I met that little TrollPerv at the Christmas Party. SWEET JESUS. While you were (presumably lowering that quivering mass of an ass of your on some toilet seat) your husband proceeded to pretty much molest me. He is so nasty. Judging from that cocktail shrimp he had in his pants, I am sure a fuck session between the two of you is similar to throwing a hotdog down a hallway. UGGGGGGG. I had to go home and drink heavily just to erase the memory of the evening. Also, can't you just bring a normal PB&J or a ham sandwich for lunch? Hell NO. You have to bring some freaky crap in yet another grubby Tupperware container and nuke it in the microwave, thus making the whole office smell like the gorilla exhibit at the zoo for the rest of the afternoon. THANKS.

#5 THE MAILMAN: Let's just get this straight right now. The mailman is TERRIFIED of you and your ass. Seriously, the reason he is always so fertive when he comes in here is because he is afraid you will attack him (or that entity of an ass of yours will). You're comments of "Boy, he sure is in a bad mood" or "He sure didn't have much to say today" are so pathetic. Just let him deliver the mail. He doesn't want to listen to you.

#6 LATE AFTERNOON: Here we go again, you blathering on about how hard you workout at Curves. If I were you I would march down to Curves and DEMAND my money back. Every day, "I'm going to Curves after work" or "Somebody at Curves told me _________________{----insert whatever nonsensical crap you want there. You have been telling me this for almost two years now! You ARE NOT going to Curves. You are probably sitting in the parking lot of the nearest Jack-in-the-Box scarfing down on a #3 and a #6 before you go home. THAT'S the real reason you're sweaty and slightly winded when you get home....all that anticipation of yet another 60,000 calories sliding down your gullet. GROSS.

I could go on and on and on and on about you. Frankly, I don't think there is enough cyberspace to cover it all. Right now I'm a little nauseous from recounting our time together. Suffice it to say that I NEVER EVER have to see you and your Lardass again. HHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH. By the way, it will probably take you 16 weeks to figure this out, but I unplugged the copy machine.

Your Ex CoWorker

http://portland.craigslist.org/rnr/166719133.html

Haha...

Thu, 25 May 2006 00:01:41 GMT

And I'm apparently out of it as well because I didn't realize that red dye #2 was no longer used or that Mr. Potato Head is sans pipe or that the Tasmanian Devil speaks. :-/

Feeling small & insignificant...

Thu, 11 May 2006 14:07:13 GMT

and I mean that in the best possible way. Check out these comparison pictures -- totally trippy man ;)

Things on the brain that I wish weren't on the brain

Sat, 06 May 2006 16:06:39 GMT

There are few times that I am glad that I'm hundreds of miles away from friends and woo boy, this week was one of them. One friend, we'll call her T, found out that another friend, who we'll call L, had sex with T's ex/current boyfriend (those details are still unclear). So T's pissed at L and L's feeling like shit and neither of them are speaking to one another, not yet anyway. And somehow we've all been involved in this mess in some fashion or another. The sordid tale just keeps getting murkier & murkier and things are not what they appear to be, at least to some parties involved. THIS IS ALL BULLSHIT -- what, are we in high school again? Blargh.

What is so hard about keeping your genitals in your pants? It's really not that difficult to NOT have sex with people.

I just feel so bad for L & T. I love them both and they both love each other & it's heartbreaking watching this friendship explode.

Sat, 29 Apr 2006 16:29:59 GMT

Man, I really stink at keeping this thing updated, which leads me to thinking about my uncle.

I just got a letter from him full of encouragements & articles about the act of writing, the process of writing, etc. I never really expressed my interest in pursuing writing to him - I was so singleminded about wanting to teach until I graduated and then I started feeling differently. My sister told him, which is just fine -- it wasn't a secret or anything, I just never got around to telling him. But I don't know, now that he knows, I feel like I have to try my hardest and not give up. It's so easy to say, ah fuck it to yourself but when a relative/friend/mentor pushes you & knows you want to pursue writing (just like he's been writing for decades & decades), well it's get a bit harder to say fuck it. So I best cut it out with the excuses & get to getting. Buuuut, first I better finish my shift. See, I feel like writing now that I'm working. lol.

Arghghghghhghrhghrhghgh and so on & so forth

Sat, 08 Apr 2006 13:25:04 GMT

If my now self could have told my year ago self that my self would be up at the ungodly hour of 5am on a Saturday, I do believe my year ago self would have clocked my now self. And this self completely agrees with that line of action.

My momma is in Europe!

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 18:53:31 GMT

Oh, I'm SO excited for my mom! She called me from London this morning to let me know she got there safe & sound. I'm so happy she got a chance to visit my sister who's doing a year abroad here:

The University of Wales Swansea

I can't wait to hear about all their travels. First London, then to Swansea, then to Paris, then to Brussels and then back to London where my mom leaves from. I'm so looking forward to the day I get a chance to do something like this but for now, I intend to live vicariously through my mom & sis.

The funny thing is my mom never would have done anything like this before...before what? I'm not really sure. Something within her shifted once all her daughters moved far, far away for college. I am just so proud of & happy for her that I'm busting a little. :)

Why do we still abide by daylight savings time?

Tue, 04 Apr 2006 14:57:37 GMT

This one's always made me wonder. Yes, I understand the point of it way back when. But it's not way back when any longer.

And my inability to create cogent, clear sentences is because I've been awake since ~~5am~~ 4am. So working is definitely low on my list of priorities right now. Actually, my priority #1 is to stay just awake enough to not sound asleep if I happen to talk to the boss man.

Richard Scarry makes me smile

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 01:54:00 GMT

I found (finally!) old copies of a Richard Scarry book & a Sesame Street book. I contemplated buying the newer editions but it just did not feel right. ;)

I've been on a Richard Scarry/Sesame Street kick for a little while -- looking for pics, using icons on ONTD, etc. But I finally found 2 older ones that I had when I was a kid. And :o I found the Scarry one at an antique store!

** I'm not a fan of THE ELMO but the pic was so family portrait-ish that I couldn't pass it up **

Wheeeeeee!

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 16:59:30 GMT

Today & tomorrow is all that's left, then 2 glorious, wondrous, beautiful days off. Geez, is the point of life really to live for your days off?!?

I am looking forward to heading into the city to scope out our intended neighborhood again.

We seem to get so distracted by other things that we haven't really been too focused on the plan at hand. But this weekend, dammit, it's all business. Ha! Yeah, we'll see...the Ram's Head will probably beckon us in. Just one or two pints ;)

Yeah, not feeling the work thing this week...

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 21:44:10 GMT

I should work because I do have things I could do. None are urgent or urgent enough that my boss would have a tizzy if not done today, so yeah, just not motivated to do much.

Seeing as how I only have 1 LJ entry (ha!), I figured I might as well hit this thing up.

So, I have this site http://www.gullible.info/ saved on my Google desktop and the randomness of the blurbs on there are great. Here's a few:

• The Oxford English Dictionary (Unabridged) is the only English dictionary that contains an entry for "pompitous", a word made infamous by The Steve Miller Band's song "The Joker". It is defined as the pluperfect tense of pompous.

• In the Dutch language, the restaurant idiom "let's go American" means to not leave a tip. {LOL, we're known as cheap bastards, I guess}

• Two thirds of the world's heads of state are related within three generations to another head of state.

Now, this site is called Gullible and I'm not about to verify everything but if all is true...some pretty trippy shit on there.

Insomnia is a bitch...

Sat, 28 Jan 2006 15:22:46 GMT

This is technically our last weekend to sleep in for months & months and I am awake. And have been awake since 6am. 6am?!?! That's the time I start work the day after tomorrow. Blast it.