one more of Caden

I forgot to share this cute one.

I'm resisting the urge to quote Eminem

Well I'm back, ladies and gentlemen. I've made my rounds and caught up on everyone's adventures, whew, that was quite a ride. I've missed you all, my blogger loves.
So, my sister got married. The wedding was beautiful, I couldn't believe it turned out so well. We had it here, in the backyard. Everything looked so great. We strung white japanese lanterns over the deck and the lawn, and there were purple glass lanterns hanging around the deck. We had to make sure people could see where the deck ended so nobody would step off and break their ankle or anything like that. I mean, can you imagine someone falling off the edge of the deck and breaking their ankle? Sheesh, you'd have to be quite distracted to do something silly like that. (haha) Thankfully, we had no problems this time around. Nobody got hurt, nothing was broken, nobody called the cops, everyone had a great time. My sister was the most beautiful bride I have ever seen in my life. She looked like she stepped out of a magazine. They were so happy, you could just see it in their faces. There was supposed to be 94 people, I'd say probably 10 of those didn't show. I think it's quite rude to RSVP to a wedding and not show up, but what are you going to do, right? I can't believe so many people were in my backyard and they all fit so well. It was a really fun wedding. Probably better than mine, even, and mine was really fun. The food was good, what three bites I had of it, the DJ was good, the decorations looked awesome, and I actually found shoes that looked great with my dress! Thanks to a well known friend who apparently wants to remain anonymous, due to the metrosexual aspect of shoe advice, I think. I don't know if I'm allowed to post pictures but I feel that since the wedding was in my backyard I kind of own the rights to the photos, don't you think?

First, my little guy. He did a great job as ring bearer. (or ring BEAR, rarrrrr) He actually stood up there the whole time, looking at the minister like he was really paying attention to what he was saying. The cutest kid in the universe. Maybe I'm baised. Who knows. I think I'll post a few of him, just to show off.


Caden looking all handsome, what a guy. I'm so proud of this kid.


The flower girl was pretty young, Caden was yanking her down the aisle, trying to get her to hurry up. He wanted to ditch her for going too slow.


Caden happy with a cupcake. They had a cupcake tree instead of a cake.


Krissy and Chris, don't they look so happy? Happy that it's finally OVER! No, really, they were very happy and cute. I cried, and I never cry.


This is me with both my sisters. (I'm the one on the left, in case you don't know me) See how cool the lanterns looked? It looks like a real wedding place, not just a backyard. Everyone danced and drank and had fun, it was great. (gee, can you tell I had fun, all I can say is how great it was)

I have sore muscles, my ribs hurt like someone socked me, and I have a massive bruise on my thigh. All in all, a success.

What the hell.

I went to pick up Caden's tux for the wedding today. (yeah, a tux, how cute is that?) I told the girl I was there to pick up my son's tux and she asked me what school it was for. It took me a second to realize that she meant what PROM my son was going to! I said it was for a wedding party, my son is the ring bearer. Then I asked "Do I look old enough to have a teenage son?!?" Holy shit, dude. I almost cried.

I will be back eventually, things are quite hectic right now so play well together and I'll see you when this is over.

my blog is pissy

Would someone please explain why I can see my blog when I sign on through AOL, but when I just open Explorer I can't see anything but a white page?
I feel that this releases me from the pressure to post.
Especially since I don't have anything to say, as all I've been doing is shopping and cleaning.

It's comforting

Toad the Wet Sprocket is like my comfort food. When I want to listen to something that isn't going to make me sad, something that I can sing and clear my head, something that doesn't remind me of any certain time in my life or make me think about anyone in particular, this is what I put on.

Fear is my favorite album of all time. I adore the song Something to Say, I love the line:
You can take me down
You can show me your home.
Not the place where you live
But the place where you belong.

Dulcinea is a close second. I love Crowing and Windmills. This is from Crowing:
Staring at a cold little hand
Reading fault lines
Of a shell of a man
You were waiting for a word from above
Wouldn't you know it
No answer ever did come
and it was never a question....

I always feel better when I can drive with the windows open and sing Toad the Wet Sprocket. I needed them today and they came through for me.

What's your comfort music?

Is this Terra?

my mood today

I saw two dead things in the road on my way home today. A big bird and what I think was a raccoon.

I owe Ty.

Total volume of music files on my computer:
Looks like about 1000.

The last CD I bought was:
Rob Thomas, Something To Be

Song playing right now:
Angel of Harlem, U2
(ok, now it's Drive By, Glen Phillips. I'm proof-reading)

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:

1. Crowing, Toad the Wet Sprocket
2. Walk Through The Bottomland, Lyle Lovett
3. Everything, Ben Harper
4. Into the Mystic, Van Morrison
5. For No One, the Beatles

(I did it, Ty! See, I'm fun again)

***I forgot to say who I pass this on to! I suuuuck.
Duck...duck....oh see, this is where I would choose GOOSE but I want to choose Duckie so that just doesn't work.

1. Duckie
2. Jarod
3. Chris B.

it's freaky friday

I wonder what I'll be licking tonight...

*sniff sniff*

Summer and Autumn, you guys ROCK! I swear, sometimes my blogger friends are so cool it makes me a little misty. These wonderful, sweet girls sent me a squirrel t-shirt. It's got two squirrels on it, one is chasing the other and it says "get off my nuts". I will so post a picture of the squirrels on my boobs, but I'm at work and can't do it until later. I wanted to get this post up though and say THANK YOU to Summer and Autumn. Hot and thoughtful, what more could you ask for? I love you guys. *sniff*

I want to make you bleed

I got a call today from the Blood Center of the Pacific. They want my blood. (doesn't that sound cool? they want my bloooooood) Apparently they are in dire need of A positive blood. Who knew my blood was such a hot commodity? They said there are two leukemia patients who are A positive and they're going through all their blood. They use a lot of blood, I guess. (ok, so I just like to say blood) So the guy asks if I'd be willing to come in and donate. Do people really say no to that? Could you have someone call you and tell you that these cancer patients need your blood and say no? "Sorry, I'm kind of busy right now" or "Tell those bastards to get their own blood. They should have stocked up earlier". I'm going to donate, of course. I couldn't exactly say "Oh, but I'm supposed to go out drinking that night, I really need all my blood". Because think about it, I'll get buzzed faster anyway, right? Works out for everyone.

But on a serious note:

4.5 million American lives saved each year by blood transfusions.

38,000 pints: amount of donated blood used each day in the United States.

Someone needs blood every two seconds.

One pint of donated blood saves up to three lives.

500,000: the number of Americans who donated blood in the days following the September 11 attacks. (makes you proud, doesn't it?)

Since a pint is pound, you lose a pound every time you donate blood.

Very compelling reasons to go donate blood. (ok, I just had to say blood one last time. blood)

(seriously, it's a cool word)

but why?

You know how cute Christopher Reeve was when he played Superman? He was all young and strong, and he had that cute little curl in the middle of his forehead. Oh how I swooned for this man when I was younger. His bangs would flop in his face in that perfect little curl. So damn cute, right? Well, my hair is doing that exact same thing today because the rain makes my hair curly. I'll tell you right now, it's not nearly as cute on me as it was on Christopher Reeve.

Damn rain.

I am so mad.

I was eying my odometer the whole way home. 99995....99997.....at 99998 I get my camera out. Geeky, I know, but I was excited to see it say 99999. Call it OCD, call it OCB, whatever, I was happy. Then I noticed the other odometer (tripometer??) was looking awesome, too. I was going to get a picture of my odometer saying 99999 and the other one saying 5555. OCD heaven, right? My little organized mind was practically jumping with joy, if a brain can do that. Well, guess what? I had no memory card in my camera. Yeah, that's right, I missed the coolest picture an obsessive compulsive could ever hope for because I forgot to put my memory card back in the camera. Well, the coolest one would be all 9's but I would settle for 9's and 5's. Now I have NOTHING. Great.


**And I just put my coffee cup in the fridge and my water bottle in the sink. I'm on a roll.

As if I had no choice in the matter.

Your hand closes around mine possessively. The electricity in the room is overwhelming. You reach over and pull off a rose petal. Softly, you run the swatch of velvet over my lips, my cheeks, my eyelids. My right hand still trapped by yours, my left hand on the dresser for balance. Balance that is quickly evaporating from my body. You let the rose petal drift to the floor and gently trace the same path across my face with your lips. You already know every curve, every plane. You've always known. Our bodies only met moments ago but our souls have been joined since the beginning of time.

You lead me to sit on the bed, kneel down, and remove my sandals. You run your thumb lightly across the tips of my toes and smile a lazy smile. We lay on the bed, facing each other. We're not touching with anything other than our eyes. We're not speaking with anything other than our eyes. For thirty minutes we lay like this; becoming comfortable in each other's company. Slowly, the words start to come. Your voice was made for the bedroom. Low and sexy, evoking images of days spent in bed; tangled sheets and bare feet. My fingers tracing the line of your jaw. Your fingers running up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps. These inadequate touches are all we will allow ourselves.

The day starts to fade into twilight. We don't turn on the lights; we just watch the sky darken through sheer curtains. That meeting of day and night, that time of transition, so appropriate for the moment.

It is time to go.

So hard to pull myself away but I have to do it. I sit up and start to rise from the bed. You stop me with your hand on mine. I feel a catch in my throat, a burning in my eyes. I refuse to look at you. You pull me towards you, enveloping me in your arms. We're kneeling on the bed; our bodies perfectly formed for each other, made for one another. My face is pressed into the curve of your neck; I'm inhaling you. You firmly tilt my face to yours. I cannot refuse you; I cannot deny myself. Our lips meet and it is like the crashing of the ocean. Clamorous and fervent. It is both the feeling of home and the feeling of stepping through the wardrobe into a new land full of dreams and possibilities. For a short moment we are the only two people in the world. Nothing exists outside that door. Yet, it cannot last. As much as it wrenches my heart to do so, I turn away. Break the contact.

It is time to go.

At the door I turn to look at you one last time. You don't know that my goodbye means forever. That this one perfect day will be all you ever know of me. That our one kiss will be the only one we ever share. You only know the feeling inside yourself is something that will not fade quickly. It will fade though. When I turn my back and walk away, eventually it will fade. I know this.

I sit in my car and cry. It was easier not knowing you existed.

Tell me why I don't like Mondays

I totally suck at posting lately. I internet hate myself. I'm distracted. I owe some people questions, I owe Suburbite some answers. I will make it up to you. Eventually.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone

Look what I get.

Snapple

Real Fact #170

In 1878, the first telephone book ever issued contained only 50 names.

Have you ever been so annoyed that you tried to will someone to have an aneurism? Actually stared at their head trying to mentally cause an artery to burst?

Check it out, Blog Ho on my boobs.

My butterfly

If I squeeze too tight
I will have to bury you
in a small white box.

A Dramatic Interpretation by Cindy-Lou Who

Like, oh my gawd, did you see what Cindy wrote on her blag today?

Of course I did, I check it every day at 9:30 in homeroom, duh!

She like, said the F-word two times, and she's all, like, "I internet love you". Oh my gawd, do you think she's cheating on her BF?

Like, I don't know! Yesterday she was like, talking about making out with a girl, did you see that? Shame, shame, I know your name...

Like, totally! I wonder if [internet edit] knows anything about it, maybe I should like, text message him or something.

*write message*

OMG did U C the BLAG 2day?

*message sent*

.....

********************The Next Day********************

You are like, so totally busted.

So sue me.

Time for my daily report to [internet edit]. I wonder what he knows about this.

*AIM conversation as imagined by me, not based on reality at all*

girl1: she busted "I" on the blag
boy: now, that's funny
girl1: does she know about me?
boy: yes

I'm going to talk to [internet edit].

What? Who? Didn't I have a friend named Cindy?

We should like, totally get together at the Peach Pit tonight and talk about it.

Wait, do you think that makes us sound like, I don't know...lame or something?

.....



The End

Snapple

Real Fact #102

A one-minute kiss burns 26 calories.

Nonsense

I don't have anything to say but I feel like I should give you a new space for comments. I'm not going to get into anything, so don't ask! You hear me?

Cat, Summer, YoJ: I'm working on your questions. I thought I was finished until it was brought to my attention that I need to come up with five questions, not three. Son of a...

Ty: I am not going to do your list. You knew that when you posted it.

You, you, and you: You suck.

The rest of you: Are the coolest.

And YOU: I love the most.

Good night!

Bunny suicides. Very funny.

I've been censored.

Interview with a vampire lover

I finally gave in and joined this interview craze. Paul posted such cool answers to his questions that I figured his questions wouldn't be boring. I will now attempt to answer these five random questions.

1. You, your closest friend, and your father are on vacation together, hiking in a remote jungle. Your two companions stumble into a nest of poisonous vipers and are bitten repeatedly. You know neither will live without an immediate shot of anti-venom and it is in your pocket. What would you do? (and please refrain from the obvious answer of “Point, laugh and then save it just in case those bastard snakes get you next.”)

It's not specified but I'm assuming I only have one shot. I'd give it to my dad. Sorry Ang, family comes first. You understand, right? We're good? All right, cool, high five. Look out, Ang, there's a snake! Haha, got ya.

2. If you were running for president, what promises would you make that you had no intention of keeping?

If you elect me president I promise to always smile. I promise never to have oral sex in the oval office. I promise to legally change the work week to Monday through Thursday. If you vote for me all of your wildest dreams will come true.

3. How much money would it take for you to consider doing something that you’re not at all comfortable with? (Like eating spiders or sitting through an entire DVD of the first season of Saved by the Bell - cause, like Slater and Kelly weren't even in those ones!)

There is no amount of money that would get me to eat spiders. If I were homeless and starving and my teeth were falling out I might feel differently. Of course, if I were homeless and starving and my teeth were falling out I probably wouldn't be answering these questions because I would have sold my computer for a box of wine. Bottle after bottle I always want more.

4. If my blog and your blog got into fight, who’d win?

My blog fights dirty. He's also pretty good with the bo staff. I think my blog would win. And if my blog didn't win, there would probably be a drive by and your blog would be shot on the sidewalk. I'm pretty tight with Terra T, you know, and I wouldn't advise you fuck around with her. My blogger buddies like me a lot. Then your sisters blog would come after my blog friends, and we'd start an all out blog gang war. Why are you fronting, Paul? Can't we just get along?

5. Would you rather be a living coward or a dead hero? Why?

A living coward, because dude, I'd be alive. Plus, I don't have high morals so being a coward wouldn't bother me. I still choose life.**

Now, I'm supposed to ask if anyone wants me to ask them five questions. I know many of you have already done this, but I also know many of you haven't. So who's it gonna be, guys? I promise to make them as interesting as I can.



**This makes me sound pro-life, just had to clarify that I meant life for me, not fetuses.