I am in Florida.
I miss my kitties.


We are watching Jaws.


My dad's gf looks like gene wilder, not rod stewart.

Its hilarious.


Jawwwwwwwwws. you bet your ass i'm staying out of the ocean NOW!

haha:

http://www.yelp.com/biz/miami-ink-miami-beach#hrid:endiTsRgqk6Y90NSaEQ6rA/query:tattoo

They're still not BFF, however, the implementation of bribery for my son has yielded good things.

Three dog bakery chicken treats every time we bring Lola out makes him happy.

am I a bad mama?

Diesel and Lola are NOT best friends.

Poor little Lola can't catch a break - Diesel hisses and growls every time he sees her. He's only ever swung at Taylor and me (which I'm not fond of, but I prefer that to swatting at my little lolita). He usually bounds down the stairs, hissing all the way, so it sounds funny. thing "hissss-sss-sss-sss-sss-sss-sss-sss"

Funny, but still, sad. Especially at night, when he wants his (our) bed back, and she's closed in our room for the night, plotting a spot right where he's supposed to be.

I forgot how long it takes to get kittens and cats on the same (safe) page with one another, but this couldn't be a more awkward time to have a kitten closed up in a bedroom

A; it's hot as fuck.
2; we're going to florida for five days on thursday.

Sheila and kevin will let her out while they're home so she's not all alone, but it's always hard to be away from the baby.

poor neglected diesel mow. <3

25.

ew.

five years ago, I was 20. dating dan (ew) and had just moved to seattle.
Five years from now, I will be thirty, and it will seem like none of it ever happened.


I am going to pick up lolamow now!!!!!!!!!!

Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!


I am so upset right now I could cry.

My dad just called me to tell me that they've postponed the surgery AGAIN.

That makes THREE times. I am so pissed.

I don't know what to do/think/say about it, so I'll just leave it at that.

Taylor is a sneaky baby...

He told me he needed our landlord's info for a form he was filling out, and I thought it was for a new rental application.

He couldn't tell me why, but he got me to go up to california junction...

Kevin said he needed to pick something up.

Long-story-short...

This little baby is my birthday present <3









She weighs in just under a pound and a half, so she couldn't come home with us tonight, but the adoption lady said that she'd be ready by saturday.

We haven't found a name for her yet, since the name we decided on before doesn't fit. We had agreed that our next kitty would be named Adam West, but this cat is a: not a boy, 2: not mayor of Quahog, RI, d: not batman.

Help me find a name!!

I found Melisah Wojtacha on Faceblah today. I added her, against my better judgement, I guess...

The boys are big.
My google-fu from before Yielded information that she and jason split up.
Facebook confirmed.

Uhmm I'm a creepy stalker-nanny. And I shouldn't be in charge.

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/living/2008/06/25/jung.kayak.to.work.king?iref=videosearch

This is courtney's brother in law.

LONDON--What do you do if you are stuck in a field at a pop festival but there's trouble ahead because your mobile phone's battery is about to run out?

Thanks to a new gizmo, you now just need to face the music and dance.

Mobile phone operator Orange said on Tuesday it had teamed up with GotWind, a firm specializing in renewable energy, to produce a recharger powered by dance energy alone.

The portable kinetic energy chargers will be given a test run at this year's Glastonbury Festival, the world's biggest greenfield music and arts celebration that begins on a farm in Somerset on Friday.

Orange said the prototype chargers weigh the same as a phone and are about the size of a pack of cards.

Attached to the user's arm, they employ a system of weights and magnets which provide an electric current to top up charge in a storage battery. This can then later be used to recharge the phone.

"We wanted to create a fun, engaging and interactive product which would encourage users to have a laugh while charging their mobile phone and at the same time test out a new energy-efficient prototype," said Hattie Magee, Head of Partnerships at Orange UK.



umm...okay.

Damn you, eBay.

First the DG glasses, Now the Chanel Glasses. When will it end?

Q: How many pairs of sunglasses does a girl need?
A: Lots.

In my defense: D&G sunglasses - Max bid of $35. holding steady at $20 with a day left in the auction.
Chanel glasses - Max bid of $100 (Won't bid higher) holding steady at $80 with a day left.

I made a deal with Taylor saying I could get the mother of pearl inlaid chanels IF I could get them at or under $100.



I can't help it. I have a problem.



Craaaap.

I do absolutely adore my Kate Spade glasses though. $14. For srrrrs.

!!!!!!!!!!!


omg.

I got these today:




in this color:



for $14. Retail $168.

Thanks Plato's Closet.

fuck yes.

My 972nd Birthday is in eight days.

What should I do? What can I do?

If I do it, will you come?

It will be fuuuun.

I'd say no presents, but if you brought me something, I wouldn't be mad. :)

I can't have it at my house, because Sheila is in the throes of moving to Dallas, so her shit is everywhere, and there's no room for guests or anything. We have four people living in a two bedroom house. Wouldn't be so bad if they were in the two bedrooms. But kevin is living in the theater room and it always smells like beer sweats and stale cigarette smoke. IT's pretty nasty.


I want another kitten though!

Taylor is coming to Florida with me. We just booked the ticket today. I definitely need him around for this.


Uhmmm...also, I have a nice headache brewing and I'm working on my day off.

yaaaaaay.

Carnie Wilson:...and so I've been sober for [insert right number] of years...
Tyra Banks: (with sympathy) That's when you gave up food...
Carnie: Uh no Tyra, I'm talking about drugs and alcohol

Just....in case you were wondering, in the real world we don't call giving up food getting sober...we call it ANOREXIA.



I can't find the corresponding video, but rest assured. I will.

I Will.

I am going OUT OF MY MIND with this surgery situation.

My dad was supposed to CHECK IN TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL TODAY... Driving two hours to Miami during rush hour is NOT helpful to someone with a heart swollen to the size of a fucking basketball.

He got there only to find out that he was only coming in to do MORE goddamn paperwork, which, for some reason can't be express-mailed or faxed for god's sake?!

So he's in Miami for the day, when he was supposed to be resting and preparing for an operation - which was understood to be scheduled for Tomorrow, Thursday at the latest. So, instead of flying down to a house already occupied by my recovering father, he won't even be operated on until the 30th. (I know in my head that he must be doing okay if they can put it off for two more weeks...but I've been on pins and needles for two months already)

This brings up another HUGE topic of concern: Glen. My super-duper creepy uncle, with whom I am SO uncomfortable, that I can't even wear short-sleeved shirts. I am absolutely NOT going to stay in the same house with him - without my dad or some other buffer. I just...I can't. He is so awful that, when in Spokane to visit, my parents took him and gf of the moment out to dinner. the waitress (17 - at BEST) at one point asked if she could get him anything, and a normal person says one of two things: "No, I'm good" or "yeah, Could I get..." Not, "Yeah, You'd do anything for me, wouldn't you?" While leering down her company-issued sheer-ish white blouse. Smarmy is an understatement. The guy is a big, industrial-sized bucket of sleeze. He is total slimeball. I don't know what to do...

Eesh.

Some things that happened today:

Willow called me "Madam"
We had a pool party in the back yard - Sam wore a speedo
Willow told me "Lanny, I love you so much in my life, I love you so much I can't even see straight"

I got a sunburn.

All the while, my car was getting deader and deader and deader because I left my lights on for 12 hours.
I worked for 11 hours today, and I couldn't even unlock my car with the remote by the end of it. I didn't want to bug courtney - although that might have been the most efficient means of restitution. However, I decided to stand in front of my car with the hood open and jumper cables in hand trying to flag people down. Fortunately It was a nice day, so there were plenty of people to ignore me at the beach. It took thirty minutes of watching the same 15 cars circle the block looking for parking - ignoring me - hoping someone would get the idea that if they jump me, I can move the car and give them my spot...

So FINALLY, I got a jump (btw, dead battery = DUMBEST car trouble EVARRR!) and went home...took a little longer to make sure I had the standard 20 minutes of running to "adequately recharge the battery"... Only, no dice. It was dead again as soon as I shut 'er down. Fortunately, I have a battery charger, and I now have it hooked up in the garage - hopefully an overnight charge will undo the damage from today. I work so early... ugh.I don't want to take the bus.

What a god-damned-liar.


Trisha... I love you, and I hope you know how hard i'm laughing at my google-fu.
Also, that you know wtf I'm talking about. :D

All's I have to say is GGKK.