2007!

14 minutes left in the year 2006. For the most part I've enjoyed the things thrown my way this year. For me, this year was the year of healing and forgiveness and new found friendships.

The beginning of the year started grimly, and I wasn't sure how I was ever going to accept my grandfather's suicide. Each day passed, and each day I came closer to feeling more and more at peace with myself and with his decision. I'll still never truly understand those decisions, but I do know that he's no longer in pain, and that can't possibly be a bad thing.

A couple of months passed, and I found myself looking for a new job. Not that I didn't enjoy my previous job, it was just time for me to move on with that part of my life. I didn't feel appreciated, and well, that makes you want to perform your job with such dignity, you know? There were times, I couldn't make myself get out of bed. I'd cry, at least once before lugging myself into my car, and making the adventure to work. Looking back now, I was deeply depressed, and well, needed a change of atmosphere. So 2006 brought me the new job.

Several more months passed, and I was making new friends. Friendships, that I'm truly grateful for. I was having more fun, and enjoying the lack of sleep. So yes, as the year grew older, I did grow happier.

August came, and well. I was able to forgive. Somewhere along this crazy path I've taken this year, I've decided that I don't really hold any resentment against my father anymore. Things have changed, and I've grown up. And you know what? I miss that part of my life. Things will never really be the same, but I'm happy that I'm not as angry with him as I used to be. I'm not sure when I decided that this was the case. I'm kind of oblivious to when this happened, but I'm glad that it did. I guess somewhere between his illness', his guilt over drinking, and realizing that life can change in a flash, I decided that maybe it was time to let the past be the past. The road will be tough, but I'm willing to meet half way...

September came, and I celebrated being a year older. 22! It's hard to believe. And this year, it was surrounded by happier times. Kim, Ann, and Jessily helped me celebrate at Dave and Buster's, and well, we had a blast. Love you guys!

So now here we are....2007 around the corner. Let's make this a kick ass year!!!

*And yes, I sing into my toothbrush on a daily basis. Here's to a kick ass 2007!*

Just a thought.

I've always heard, deaths come in three's. First James Brown, then Gerald Ford, and now Saddam Hussein. How diverse can that group of men be? James Brown "The Godfather of Soul", Gerald Ford, an American Icon and President, and last Saddam Hussein, and evil dictator.

All men, lead such different lives, but yet all touched us in some way. James Brown with his music, Gerald Ford with his wisdom, forgiveness, and politics, and Saddam Hussein with his evil ways. Each man affecting us in different ways. Maybe James Brown influenced one person to pursue a career in music? Maybe because of Gerald Ford's political background, another person wanted to be a politician? Or maybe Saddam's evil dictatorship, another person wanted to join the some part of the armed forces? In some way, these men have some sort of affect on who we've become today.

I'm not a big James Brown fan. I do listen to his music, and have enjoyed what I've listened to. But I can't really sit here and act like he's been an inspiration in my life. I know there are several people out there, that do, many artists that I listen to as well. So I can say, that because of him, he may have inspired one of my favorite artists to become a musician, and because of that, they wrote a song, that may have inspired me. So, in some way, James Brown has influenced me. Not directly, but he deserves some sort of credit.

Now Gerald Ford is a different story. I admire Gerald Ford deeply. Faced with such a difficult decision on whether to pardon Richard Nixon or let him face trial and possible jail time, and yet he went against the popular choice, and went ahead and pardoned Nixon. Though people were angry, Ford did the right thing for our country at that time. We were fresh out of war, we didn't need the years of trials that Nixon's stupidity would have produced. He made a decision, that most of us couldn't have made, and in turn probably cost him the election. He could have easily made the popular choice, pleased the majority of the nation, and turned around and probably have beaten Jimmy Carter, but he did what was right for our nation at that time. I find that admirable.

I'm not sure where I'm really going with Saddam Hussein. I feel sorry for him, for leading such a pathetic and sad life. Maybe if someone had stopped and reached out to his sad little soul or given him a hug, or even once said I love you, maybe this would have prevented such a life of misery, and saved the thousands upon thousands of innocent lives he so wrongfully hurt. I'm a strong believer in karma, and come what may, and can hardly ration why the higher ups could produce such a being. I find it hard to understand that though things happen for whatever reason, that God put him on this earth for a reason. I have to believe that because he existed, that maybe God wanted us to look at him, and realize that life wasn't about power, and having it, but co-existing, and loving each other. Helping one another survive life. Obviously he thrived for attention. It's sad that such a life was wasted. If he had once turned his hate into something good, he might have affected this world a bit differently. And I hate that he had such an affect on the U.S., and that out leadership felt the need to pursue him. I'm not saying that the war was a waste of time. Because in the long run we did what we intended to do. And that was take down Mr. Hussein. But so many innocent lives continued to die, because of this war, and not just Americans. All the men and women around the world who felt the urge to join the cause. I guess what I'm trying to say is, that I wish people didn't have to lose their lives over something so evil. These men and woman gave their all, no questions asked. Heroes. And yet someone like Saddam Hussein breaths the same air. It's sad. I just hope he begged for forgiveness, and actually meant it.

So there you have it. Three different Men. All inspiring you. Not necessarily in the way, but each day, something you do, say, or maybe sing has something to do with these men. How you deal with it, is totally up to you. I hope I made you think. Or maybe I just bored you to death.

Wow, what a tangent.

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Buh bye 2006...

It's been one hell of a year hasn't it? I can't believe the year is almost over? Where the fuck did it go? Whoever said time flies when you're having fun, flat out lied. Because time did fly, but I sure as hell wasn't having fun the whole time. But I will say, the new year brought new people into my life, that I love, and I'm thankful for all the twists and turns that were thrown my way.

2006 as so much meaning. The year of the new job, the year I met Jami and Rowan, I became even closer to Lorna, and was introduced to Ciara and got to know Meli a lot more and we became this foursome that well kicks ass. I consider them the sisters I never had. And I'm grateful for the influence they've had on my life, thus far. I can't wait for what 2007 has in store for us all. My phone bill may be outrageous, but in all honesty, what's a few extra dollars to keep us together?

I also had the chance to meet several others, and for that I am also thankful. Vic, you're awesome. And your crazy calls from LA are rather amusing, and keep me entertained. The year of Grey's Anatomy and bad soaps. Gotta love re-runs that get you hooked to a show. I got totally hooked on Grey's one night, and went out and bought the first two seasons on DVD. Days just got worse, and I became more enlightened so to speak. My Internet skills stayed the same, but feuds became funnier. I became the master of getting into places, I wasn't supposed to be. I enjoyed the challenges. 2006 was definitely the year of late night AIM convos, and Tammy we were the champs. Can't tell you how many nights we stayed up waiting for crappy days previews. We had so much fun though, keeping each other up.

And for those I've known for what seems like forever. I thank you all for putting up with my craziness. Without you I wouldn't have survived this year. I love you all.

So here's to a kick ass 2007!!!!!! Be there.

Huh?

So um, apparently. I'm Suzanne, the white girl. Accept it, and looooooove it.

Random spews.

I think I slept my life away today. I watched Days, which was quite boring. Which made me fall asleep on the couch. I migrated to my bed, and here I am now. And yet, I'm still tired. What gives?

So I found out my brother is going to have to have surgery to remove a cyst off his back. Not a big deal, but I'm like freaking. So if you'd think about him during this time, I'd be forever grateful. That's all I really know right now. I'll keep you updated.

I swear, the holidays are magnets for death. RIP Gerald Ford and James Brown. So sad. Can the holidays ever really be a time for happiness?

I really have nothing to talk about, so I'll stop wasting your time.

My condolences...

Gerald Rudolph Ford, 38th U.S. President

(July 14, 1913 – December 26, 2006)

"I deeply believe in equal justice for all Americans, whatever their station or former station. The law, whether human or divine, is no respecter of persons; but the law is a respecter of reality." — Announcing he was pardoning Nixon, September 1974.

For some reason...

I want to watch Bridget Jones' diary...

So I had to be at work at the ass crack of dawn this morning. But I guess it was kind of worth it, considering I got the chance to meet Renée Zellweger. Who I might add is very nice, and not at all about letting people know of her celebrity status. I did learn that her brother lives in Corinth where I work, and well this is basically her getaway place. I think it's neat, and had to make this known. Apparently she likes to chill at Starbucks too...so for all you stalkers out there, maybe you'll have a chance to meet her.

Okay, so I'm writing this blog after I posted bail. LOL, should never tackle Renée Zellweger. Who else has a restraining order put out by a celebrity? Naw, just kidding. How funny would that be though? LOL, maybe my definition is starting to come true...I guess she could be the first celebrity I sue.

So enough of that. Everyone have a nice holiday? Mine was nice, surrounded by people who drive me nuts, but love. Remember last year, when I got a card from that family, that we had no idea who they were? Well....they struck again. Yet another card, and we have no clue as to who they are. I find this amusing, yet creepy. Someone knows who we are, but these people are such a mystery. I wonder what we are to them? Why the hell they feel the need to send us a Christmas card. Obviously, we aren't that important, hell, we haven't seen you all year. It's nice to be known on Christmas. HAHA.

It's been such a long day. I'm so tired. And well...I'll finish this post, by listening to "I don't feel like Dancing" by the Scissor Sisters. Peace out!

OH...I just wanted to add that I think it's funny that some people try to keep me out of places. All attempts are yet again, futile.

Naughty or Nice?

Merry Christmas!

SQUEE!!!!!

So excited.

So my mother gave me my Christmas present a bit early. And well, I now have a cat. And he's so cute, and loves to cuddle, and he's massive. And I just love him.

...So, we go to the ASPCA thing they have in petsmart. And I see this kitty, immediately I fall in love. His big blue eyes are just sparkling and he looks up at me like, I love you. So I'm like, I want to think about this, before I jump into this parenting of a cat. So as I'm thinking, these two guys are staring at my cat. I'm like, oh hell no, I want that cat. So needless to say, I'm the proud owner of yes, don't laugh, they already named him, Butch Cassidy. Which I think suits him well. There are already talks of getting him a mate, Sundance Kid, but my mother flat out refused.

Anyway, funny story. We driving home, with BC in his tiny little box, and he starts meowing. I'm like we're almost home, and you'll so be free to do whatever. Well that didn't suit his furry ass, because well, he broke out of the box. His big ass, busted a hole in the bottom, and popped his head through, and he pulled his way through. I'm like, OH FUCK, we just got a wild ass cat. He fucking played me!!! But no, he's just didn't like the box, and wanted out, like that second. Turns out, he likes riding in the car, and just sits in your lap and stares at the people driving by.

Love my present. I've been dying to have another cat for months now. So happy.

Not the greatest pic. Still a bit nervous of his surroundings.

H2H

I'm seriously exhausted. I joined Project Playlist, and I've gone nuts uploading songs to a playlist for my myspace. In two days, I've uploaded almost 70 songs. I really do go all out. Songs ranging from Mama Mia to Boys in the Hood. I don't discriminate when it comes to music. I really don't. If it's got a tune, and I can shake the booty, it's gotta be cool.

Okay, so I've decided that if Mama and Papa adopt Lorna, CC, Meli, and myself. We'd be the next Brad and Angelina fam bam. I'd of course be Shiloh cause I'm the white girl and the baby of the bunch, Lorna would be Maddox because well she's asian, CC would be Zahara because well they're both black. And well Meli, we've decided you'd be Jennifer Aniston because we all know Jen and Ange will be buds one day, and you were in Mama's FC. Okay, I've so had too much crack. Mama's gonna kick my ass.

We're so funny:

BeIIeDoc24: i love that im maddox
BeIIeDoc24: the asian baby
BeIIeDoc24: lol
DHSloveME: DUH
BeIIeDoc24: LOL
DHSloveME: I'm the white girl, so that makes me Shiloh
DHSloveME: lol
DHSloveME: And I am the baby of us 4
DHSloveME: lol
BeIIeDoc24: ahaha
DHSloveME: so it makes sense
DHSloveME: and well CC and Zahara are black
DHSloveME: it works
BeIIeDoc24: bahaha

Okay, I'm out.

Define Yourself.

Zanne -- [noun]: A person who makes a living suing celebrities 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Alive. And semi-well.

I catch myself singing Amy Winehouse's song Rehab all the time. I'm sure people think I'm some kind of lush or addict. But I love the song. So that's my new myspace profile song. Might as well get it out of me. Maybe it's more of an unknown shoutout, to some random person that might just happen to stalk my myspace. How flattering would it be if we all had a myspace stalker. Of all the people, they chose you. Okay, I'm really starting to stray here. And I think I'm just tired as fuck. Yeah that's it.

I so can't focus right now. Everything is catching my attention.

I was so pissed at work today. Not gonna get into the story. Because it's really stupid. But long story short, I about took out Denice with our swinging door, and I about shit my pants. I could have died in the process, LOL, but thank God Denice likes me.

So me and the Internet just aren't getting along tonight, well I guess I should say morning. Later bitches. Just wanted you to know, that I was alive.

And Vic, hope you have a safe trip to London, and then off to Frankfurt, and please, no skiing accidents in the Alps. And bring me back something from Paris! Love ya!

Santa is a Whore.

Life always gets complicated around the holidays. What normally should be a happy time for all of us, only breeds sorrow. It's more about the memories, and remembrance. You remember when life wasn't so complicated, and you were surrounded by the people you love. Now those people are gone, the love isn't, but all you have are the memories. And well it's a sad time for some. And I'm happy for those who are truly happy this time of year. And I'm sorry for the ones that lost someone dear to them this year.

So with that said, I'm not really into Christmas this year. I should be. But I can't let myself think about it. I'm surrounded by people I adore, that's all that matters. Hear my bell ladies? Once January hits, I can fake the smiles all over again. Come February, I will be happy. Wrecking havoc and stalking always makes me happy.

So....

I need to get my shopping done. Like now. But that involves motivation and a shower. LOL, fat chance.

Light a Candle.

Light to Unite.

Today, Bristol-Myers Squibb, the pharmaceutical monolith that charges nearly $1,000 for a 30 day supply of one of its HIV/AIDS medications, is donating $1 to the National AIDS Fund for each person who simply visits their website and "virtually lights a candle." The tally is 933,156 now.

It only takes a few precious seconds.

You make me this way.

(This pic was too funny this early morning.)

Why is it that when I want to get mail, it never comes. I'm expecting two packages, and nothing. I swear the mailman hates me. Should I say mail woman? Ever since I scared her, which was a total accident, I've felt this underlying hate. Power dike with a vengeance. I just want my pirated DVD and charm bracelet. It's all I ask. Is that too much? Gees. I swear, thank whoever for email. It's so the way to go.

I watched Ghost World this early morning after being awoken. What else to do. I've been hassled for forever to watch this movie. And to all my movie theater peeps. She gets fired for not upselling. BAHA. I really liked the movie, and well it's been forever in a day, but I finally watched it. Aren't we proud?

Ever notice how the holidays really put people in the spirit? I've never seen such gifted assholes. It never fails. Each year, around this time, people become absolutely unbearable. Something about the birth of that Jesus. You think these people go home, and are raped with a pine cone. No it's just the stress of shopping. Seriously, shopping is for therapy. You shouldn't be getting so angry. I just don't understand. I come home happy when I shop. Where are we going wrong when we come home angry after a day full of purchases? Fuck if I know. At least try and get shopping right people.

The ponytail is back at work. WHY?!?! I guess I don't mind that she's back, but it should at least come with warning. I shouldn't be surprised like that. My heart can't take such surprises again. Between her and Ned Flanders, I'm gonna die a slow and painful death. Nah, it's not that bad. I just stick to being a bitch. Works like a charm.

Why must I take naps after 6? And Meli, totally sorry that I seemed to cut you off during texts tonight. That's me being pathetic and falling asleep mid text. Because I've decided that I needed a nap, well more my exhaustion decided this for me, I'm up now. Of course.

I guess I could wish my aunt a happy birthday. Jana. Ha, you're 40. I think. No, wait. Damnit, she's 37. Fuck that I wanted to rub it in. Well 37's killing her anyway, God forbid you get old and all. I'm once to talk. It's just funny to see people freak about their age. I guess this means another family dinner...and depending on who's going, I might show up. Hey, it's free food, and Tuesday. Tuesday's suck with great magnitude anyway, so why not? I act like I'm invited. If I go, someone will piss me off, and if I don't I'll hear about it later. So oh well. No win situation here. Might as well piss them off in person, right?

Enough of this shit. Peace out.

And for those that matter. Lulas.

About that....

Shopping. I can't stop myself. I bought not one but two handbags. Well one's more luggage material and will be used for my trip to LA in the new year. Couldn't pass it up. Once I'm out shopping, I can hardly stop. And of course, I walked away with nothing but stuff for myself. I really need to buy everyone gifts. I really need to get into the Christmas spirit. Oh well...

I totally just got sidetracked. And well I totally forgot what I was going to write about. So ummm, later.

Tammy makes me presents.

I heart Lewis Black.

Ti(red).

I added a red ribbon to the blog in honor of World Aids Day. I hope you would all click and be informed. I think everyone should be aware of the problem, and should at least try and help, in any way that you possibly can. Whether financially, or just spreading the word. Make a difference. Think Red.

Today has been the lazy day of all days. I don't think I made it out of my bed more than an hour. I've been on and off the phone, conference calling my ladies scattered throughout the U.S. Gossip is always fun. Love my ladies, and well bells unite. Ha Ha.

Tammy's sending me the greatest gift ever. Well close to it...but yeah so not the point. It's good to have the sources and well friends. Feelin' the love. So shout out to Tam-Tam. My ass loves you. Feel special. And well Vic, my love. You started this. But you know I love you.

I hate cold weather. It makes me lazy, I don't want to leave the house, because I don't want to get cold. So in return, I do nothing. I grunge around. Being as unproductive as I possibly can be.

I think I'll go shopping tomorrow. Yeah. I think I will. Peace out.

Ms. Faithful the hater.

Okay I seriously just fucked up. Accidentally closed out on my already finished blog, and now I can't even remember what I had written. Seriously fuck me, and this stupid computer.

I would have so updated yesterday, but we've had some pretty weird and crazy weather as of late, and well the power went out, taking the cable and the internet with it. Of course the cable came back on, but the internet didn't come back until later this afternoon. So I was pretty bored and had absolutely nothing to do. I added to that boredom by watching March of the Penguins. Something about Morgan Freeman's voice and watching those penguins trotting along. I laughed, I cried, and was still bored with no internet.

Amongst the penguins and no internet I received several text messages throughout the night. Well make that about 30+. So let's just say. An actress/actor are acting out some scenes, a love scene maybe. Shouldn't that look real? Cause I'm confused here, how else is it supposed to look? Seriously, Diva.

So today I awoke with the worst sinus headache ever. My head felt like it was going to explode. I couldn't breathe, and movement was really not an option. I did get sent home early, which makes me heart Denise even more. She still scares me. But oh well. Much love. So I took some Sudafed PE, that's like a miracle of all miracles. No more pressure for me. And I can so breathe again. Loopy, but I can breathe. It's a miracle.

So it's time for me to, order some shit online. Peace bitches.

Oh and did I mention it snowed? Yep Cold as fuck.

God wants Spirtual Fruits, Not Religious Nuts.

Intolerance.

If there's one thing I can't stand about people, it's intolerance. I know that their are many people surrounding me that don't exactly believe in the same morals or beliefs that I have, but I'm sure as hell not going to shove those beliefs in their face. To co-exist on this earth we must realize that not everything we believe is a belief of someone else's. I understand that religion is a big part of some people's lives but not everyone is a bible thumpin' conservative. I have my reasons for not going to church, but that doesn't mean I don't believe in the afterlife, or that there's a higher being. If a two men or women want to engage into a sexual relationship, so what, it's not really my place to judge. Love is love. Who am I to say that that's wrong? Intolerance only breeds hate.

With that said. I've never been so mad at a member of society than I was today. My friend Jaime who I work with, who just happens to be very gay, had a man come through his line who I could have literally physically hurt, and felt no shame. The first words out of his mouth were, "I know you're gay, and well you know you're going to hell right?" Why would someone think this was appropriate to say? He then goes on to say something to effect that fags burned in hell, and that he was going to burn in hell for all eternity. If I had been in this man's presence, I would have simply told him that he could have shoved his bible straight up his ass, that I didn't think Jesus was very tolerant of assholes. I would have so been like, and well you're fat, I think the bible mentions something about not gorging thyself too. I'm glad people pick and choose what they preach. Fuck him. Seriously, if anyone's burning in hell, it's that asshole. I'm just glad Jaime defended himself, and totally cussed this man out.

Number 12920390374 on why I don't attend church.

I'm so boring.

So I finally got to see Borat. Laughed, like I haven't laughed in a long time. His search for CJ, was funnier than it should have been, but most of you wouldn't understand that.

I had a grand time sleeping in this morning, and enjoyed various phone calls throughout the day. And seriously, if a certain something ends up on the cutting room floor, I'm gonna scream blasphemy and choke a certain someone.

All is well with me. Still a bit tired, but nothing a slice of pecan pie can't fix. I love leftovers.

And well that was pretty much my day...boring eh?

Sedate Me? Please?

It occurred to me that maybe I should update. I've been so busy and just exhausted, I had totally forgot about this thing.

Where to begin? I didn't make it over to my aunt's until about 4:30ish because of work. I met up with my brother, and we drove out to the middle of nowhere. Nowhere folks. Where when I pulled up, they were shooting cans with shotguns off the porch. Seriously? When did the fam get so redneck? Immediately the questions started, and the patronizing soon followed. Food seemed more important so I left the Clampit's on the porch, and watched the Cowboys kick some ass. I fed the dogs too much turkey, and then was handed this really cute baby, with the biggest ears. Conner, I think that's his name, then proceeded to smile and puke down my mother's shirt. Babies are so not me. I then went outside again, watched the dirt bikers jump off the jumps my uncle has built. It's neat. I wish I had that much money to throw away. I do like the house now that there's furniture in it. I then avoided the annoying ones, and made my way back home to watch Grey's Anatomy. Did I mention how much I love this show? Each week just gets better and better. And then I crashed. Went to work today at 5 a.m. and got off at 2 p.m. Came home and napped until now.

I did buy An Inconvenient Truth. It had a light bulb with it. Couldn't pass that up today. Al Gore. I heart you. And when I woke up awhile ago, my mother informs me that we have cheese curds in the kitchen. Like OMG, excited. Wilson and his fam are in town from Wisconsin, and well they brought us some cheese curds. I did have to laugh though. Considering I've been making fun of them all week. But oh well. Like OMG, I have cheese curds, and well I bet you don't.

Anything else at all interesting happen? I don't think so. But this week has been a blur, I've been running around nonstop, so I probably didn't pick up on some of the lame shit that happened. I must say, overall good thanksgiving. Thank all that is holy it's over. Now let's focus on Christmas, argh.

Peace out. And hope you all had a wonderful day, surrounded with lots of yummy food, and people you love.

Well hello there.

Must say, I'm pretty proud of my Dallas Cowboys and their win over the Indianapolis Colts. I wasn't expecting a victory, in fact, I was pretty much waiting for a slaughtering to take place. But alas, Tony Romo is amazing, and saves the day. He's like a God in Dallas today. Just so you know. He's amazing to me, and I don't watch football all that much, so I can only imagine what he is to an obsessed fan. So enough of my football gushing. Note: This will never happen again.

(E-friends are amazing.)

Today. Not sure how I can explain such a day. It was almost unreal. I got up, did my thing, worked for a short while. Bought a few groceries, and fed my poor starving stray kitties. I've been meaning to buy them food for awhile now. The poor things. They love me once again. And now, I'm debating on whether to watch a DVD or read. I think I'll just read, until I fall asleep. I miss nights such a these. Nothing to worry about. Just read, sleep, and get up.

So with that. I leave you. Oh and the kitty is not one of my strays. That's Ali, Jami's kitty. And that was taken during the pumpkin carving madness. She's so nosey.

There is so much More.

He who has the courage to laugh is almost as much a master of the world as he who is ready to die." - Giacomo Leopardi

So...today has been amazing. Amazing because I've done what I want, when I want. I had lunch with my mother, and Jami made me dinner after a late night trip to the hell that is Walmart. She made fun of me when I purchased Soap Digest, because that's what friends do. I've actually made time for reading two days in a row, and might just read before I go to bed too. Having a random Saturday off is always fun, so I can't complain. Today has been full of laughs, and a day of laughs is simply heaven.

Other than that, I haven't really been up to much. Worrying about the upcoming holiday, and if I shall survive are my only thoughts. Kind of scary that things seem to change over time. Maybe I was just to blind to see the mess we've created, or maybe I'm just naive. Or maybe I just don't care that much. With more people around this year, maybe we'll be on our best behavior. Or maybe I should bring some Grey Goose for a house warming gift, ha ha.

I was brought down memory lane today. Myspace does that to you. My first job. I've met so many people because of that theater. Some real cool people at that. It was really my first escape. Because by the time I got that job, my mother was in her second marriage with a man, we won't speak of. He was such an ass, and well I was more than happy to work and be away from it all. Soon work became more than just work, it became a sanctuary of family. We all became fairly close, and we watched out for each other. I wouldn't trade those memories or friendships for anything. And I really miss them. They were very much a part of me, and when I left, it was tough. I cried. Our family was breaking up, moving away. I don't regret my choices. But sometimes, when I get to thinking about things, I miss them. And for a brief second, I wish we were all back together, being our crazy selves. But then I realize, that to become the people we were meant to be, we must move on, and touch others. Every now and then, I share a smile for the people that I miss, and love. As painful as it is, we must move on...

So yes. I am thankful for my choices. There is a reason my life has been on the path it's been on. Whatever it shall be....

Ben Franklin said it best.

So I fell asleep, and just got woke up by the dog. I'm really dead to the world, but I can't go back to sleep. Thanksgiving is amongst us, and well, I just found out that I'm going to have to spend it with more people than I had originally thought. So basically, I need to find a way to mellow myself before I head out to my aunt's larger than life house. I really wanna just eat and go. But I'm sure I'll be bombarded with questions of all sorts. Which I hate. I hardly see these people. Why do you care now? You have all year to care. Why now? Don't get me wrong, I love Thanksgiving, it just comes with its reservations. And sue me for wanting to have dinner at my grandmother's. It's our last link to Bob, and well it just won't be the same at Jana's.

One day until my dad and grandmother's birthday. I never know what to do for my dad. He lives so far away, and he happens to be the worst person to shop for. Hell, he just got a cellphone. It's not like I can buy him an ipod and say, enjoy. He literally wouldn't know what to do with it. I really should call too, but the last time we talked we argued over the election. And he gets all butt hurt. He takes it so seriously, and I do to, but I love to antagonize him, and only him. It makes for amusing feedback. My mother forbids me to talk politics with him now. I'm sure it angers him, that he produced such a liberal being. But alas, I shall call.

To shop for my grandmother...piece of cake. She loves anything you get her. But I'm sure secretly wonders why the hell we thought of such a gift later. Speaking of her, she's still not going home by herself, but holding up. She's still hung up over a few issues, but she's gonna make it. So that's what I'm thankful for this holiday, and well my health.

I really should get a haircut today, but I can't seem to make the appointment. I don't have the courage. Someone needs to force me to go...

Grey's in like 17 hours! Woot. I don't think I can watch Days today. I've already watched the clips. And well Smokey Robinson's guest starring today. And OMG, it's the cheesiest thing I've seen on the show in such a long time. It's really funny. You can only do so much with the song, "I Love Your Face" It already sounds like a parody of something else. And to think, it made people cry. From what? Embarrassment? I've never seen so much swaying in slow motion. The scene lasted 3 minutes, and it seemed like forever. Don't get me wrong, I love the Smokey. But damn, isn't there a better place to plug your career?

Okay...I think it's time to try and get some sleep...

Later.

If I'm a cunt...

I've been so lazy today. I really didn't have any intentions of doing anything productive anyway. So all is well. I surfed the net for a few, and was about to get offline when my phone rang. Love my calls from LA. After we got cut off for the second time. Damn Hollywood. I decided I needed a nap, because I had exhausted myself from being lazy. So that's pretty much been my day.

It occurred to me that I may have pissed someone off in my last post. LOL, am I really a cunt? That's kid of funny, that someone would go out of their way to call me a name. That's a bit childish don't ya think?

...until next time...

Gotta love those 80's...

I'm sitting here. Bored. Seriously, what's new?

The Internet is pretty crazy if you really think about it. One of the greatest inventions, probably ever, (Thank you Mr. Gore.) and we completely trash it. Me being one of them. If it wasn't filled with such smut, we'd never get online, anyway...so not sure why I'm complaining here. I get online for the smut. See there. I said it. Prime example. The soap world.

This is going sound absolutely ridiculous. And I don't care. People get so caddy and bitchy when it comes to a soap opera and their favorite characters and couples. Almost to the point of delusion. People will get their feathers all ruffled over a character jumping out of a plane. You know what? Who cares? We're lucky this show is even on air. Others worry about what nails this certain character has decided to paint. I don't notice this kind of stuff? So it makes me wonder how others do. Other's are so wrapped up in their favorite actors/actresses that they can't see the other talent that lies within the show. I'm sorry but I can't stomach a crappy show for just one actor/actress. And other's insist their favorite actor has chemistry with anything that walks. And for you non-soap watchers. This is just not possible. You either have it. Or you don't. And well Drake Hogestyn has chemistry with one leading lady. And that's Deidre Hall. Sorry. (See there I go...) If I hear one more person say that John genuinely liked Eve, I'm gonna hurt someone. I may not like a certain character or couple, but I sure as hell can fix that. TIVO. God's gift to sift through shitty TV. And you can bet your ass I don't travel on numerous occasions to see these people. I just don't care that much. Yes, I like the actors that play my favorite characters, but I'm sorry, there has got to be a better way to show support then by stalking. Maybe a balloon person? I hear those bring smiles to your faces. Whatever happened to good old fashioned snail mail? To bad I'm too lazy...

You know, Days of Our Lives is like a really bad montage to the song "Beat of My Heart" by Hilary Duff. But I really can't complain. I still watch...

It always amazes me, that we all watch the same show, but we can't get along to save our lives. I find it amusing, and when I try and be an ass, it's all for fun. One would think that we'd come together over this stupid obsession. Because I know from past experiences, you try and keep that shit from the people you hold in high regard. For the longest time, no one knew I watched this show. Now I don't care. Everyone knows I watch, and totally makes fun of me for it. I've actually outed a few closeted watchers. I even make non-watchers watch the cheesiness.

I have yet to understand why soap viewers for the most part are bitter. Or decide before they know you, that they hate you. And call you mean mean names, like you're in the 3rd grade fighting for acceptance. I just know it makes me laugh. And that's all that matters. Well and I've met some pretty cool peeps, through all of this mess. And hopefully come January we shall have our much needed and delayed stalker meeting of the century. Because a year between parties is no fun. And I must say, if this happens. LA won't know what happened...

Okay, there's a homeless guy digging through the trash. I think I'll hide now.

Craptastic Spuds :(

I have discovered that Country Crock makes the worst mashed potatoes on the face of the earth. I would rather slave over a hot stove and make them from scratch, then endure the nastiness I just tasted. I've been craving mashed potatoes too. I'm lazy, and I sure as hell don't cook. Why make the cooking challenged suffer? Is this some sort of revenge? So. Not. Fair. Now the dog is eating what was supposed to be my dinner. And he doesn't look to fond of it either. Fuck that butter company.

I've become addicted to the show Weeds. It's so funny, and the cast is amazing. I just hope Showtime brings it back for another season, because it so deserves a longer run. And I'll be sad if they don't. And plus, I heart Elizabeth Perkins.

Okay. So I'm tired, and this blog is way shorter than I thought it would be. I had some creative juices flowing...and now I'm too sleepy to record them. Until next time....

I love...

• The person who put Dr. Pepper back into glass bottles.
• poptarts without the frosting.
• my scarf Ann made me awhile back. It came in quite handy the other day.
• Nip Tuck. (Don't tell Jami!!!!!)
  
• Of course my soap. I shouldn't. But I do.
• the match game.
• the internets.
• dancing in the rain.
• laughing at Dr. Phil.
• days off.
• the banned life.
• random trips to CA.
• the recent election.
• reading shitty tabloids on a daily basis
• vitamin water.
• Okay, I'll say it. Myspace.
• Virginia during the Fall season.
• long hot showers.
• spending too much money on pointless shit.
• Stalking Soap Stars.
  
• that Barbra Streisand was pegged by a soda.
  
• dancing to Simply The Best while getting ready for whatever, like I'm somebody.
• peanut butter crackers. The cheese kind of course.
• to laugh.
• When Eric Braedon attacks
  

I think I shall stop now...too much love for one night...

Ed Bradley

I always hate to hear when this world loses such an amazing man. Ed Bradley's legacy will never be forgotten. May he rest in peace.

Ed Bradley
June 22, 1941-November 9, 2006.

"Be prepared, work hard, and hope for a little luck. Recognize that the harder you work and the better prepared you are, the more luck you might have."

...and Ms. Pelosi has pooped herself.

I guess I should blog on my blogs birthday. It only seems right. It's been such a good day for politics. Well that is if your a democrat. I think the people are ready for change. And I really couldn't be more pleased. Not really bragging. Okay so maybe I am. I just hope they use this time to be positive. Let's not point fingers, and bicker on who's right and who's wrong. Let's get shit done. We have so many issues that need to be dealt with. Sudan, randomly comes to mind. I personally would like stem cell research to be a main topic. I'm such a supporter. Putting religion aside...

I never get so angered as I do when I hear people say that religion plays a major part in their voting. Religion and politics shouldn't be in the same sentence. I live in Texas, and you'd be surprised how many people don't like Bush, but voted for him, because of his so called religious background. Okay so don't be so surprised. To roughly quote Kinky "Cowboys don't preach religion, they live it."

It's funny how when I say that I'm a democrat, most people think I'm pro this and pro that. Gay marriage is always brought up. And though I think everyone should be able to marry whoever they please. I don't think it's appropriate to push for that at the moment. We have so many problems that need to be dealt with first. And though I'm not Bush's number one supporter when it comes to Iraq, it needs to be dealt with and concluded. Children go to bed hungry and violated, I just don't think it's fair to them to have such an agenda on gay marriage. Our own citizens are suffering, and people worry about gay marriage. In hindsight, do you not realize how stupid and selfish that sounds? We have bigger fish to fry at the moment. Eventually when we're able to fix our problems and act like adults, we can deal with such frivolous things.

I think that's my first political post. I try to stay out of such arguments.

..On a bigger note. Britney and Kevin split? What a shocker. I never saw that one coming. How is she going to be the trailer to my trash now? I have so much more respect for her with her big move. Welcome back Britney! Rosie O'Donnell on The View...OMG, hilarious. I never thought the marriage would last as long as it did, I can't believe they would bring a second baby into such a mess. Obviously it was about the sex. And hello, USE A CONDOM! Nastyiness. Britney you have such a comeback to make. Impress us.

I really have a craving for an appletini. I'm addicted. I didn't realize how much goodness I was missing out on...I really should make up for lost time.

Well, that's all. Go dems! LOL, and Lorna be nice to Ms. Pelosi. She loves you and all...

Election Day.

And if I found out you didn't vote. I had better not hear you bitch. I just got word that my dems took over a house, and I just saw Hilary Clinton accept her nomination, with Simply the Best blaring in the background and Bill swaying to the beat like he was the shit. I want that You-tubed, so bad! Deidre Hall's gonna have to choke a bitch for stealing her song.

Rick. Perry. Shithead. That is all.

Tomorrow marks the one year birthday of my blog. Wow. I can't believe you've put up with my shit for a year.

Anyway. Pain overtakes me and it's time to get to bed. 7 am and I don't do so well...

:)

...I'm about to take some file looking thing to my feet, and then lotion them all up. I bet you really wanted to know that. I've been obsessing over my feet lately. I even bought this creamy pumice stuff that smells like peppermints and plums. It makes my feet feel nice and smooth. I love it.

Real Player is being a pain in the ass. Why me I ask?

Early ass morning for me, so I'm off to pamper the feet. Later my loves.

Grey's Love :)

I skipped out on a family dinner tonight. And I can really say, I made the right choice. My family and I don't mesh all that well. Well we do, but in small doses. I had totally forgotten that it was two of my uncles' birthday, or I would have sucked it up and gone. My aunt questioned my whereabouts, she's so quick to judge. Considering she didn't even call me to wish me a happy birthday. And has yet to do so. But all is well in my world, because I don't need her well wishes. I do just fine without them.

My mother came back with such funny stories. I'm really glad I felt like Grey's Anatomy was more important. And oh was it. Christina is so gonna get burned! And Mcbitchy is so annoying. Like go away already. But considering that it had been two weeks since the last new episode, you can bet I was going to catch the re-run on Friday night. Screw fake family nights.

It's late (or should I say early?) and I'm tired. I have a semi-early day, so peace out and have a nice weekend loves. All of you. Love ya, mean it.

I heart my wiener.

My dog is so spoiled. I'm sitting here feeding him beef jerky that I bought just for him. And now he's eating my gummy life savers. Oh but I love him. And I think he deserves his treats after chasing off the crazy lady. He's such a sweetheart. I love my wieners. HAHA.

I think I'm finally over this cold thing. Atleast I have my voice back. It's hard trying to explain things to people with no voice, and foreigners at that. I've worked the past 6 days straight, and I finally have a day off, and a Friday at that. I might get up and watch my soap, but I doubt it. I think I'll just sleep in and wake up when I feel like it.

I have too much Halloween candy leftover. Any takers? LOL, stop by and say Trick or Treat. I'll be happy to give you some.

I can barely keep my eyes open, night loves. And can you believe it's already November? Time flies.

Sick Post.

I haven't really felt like updating. But first things, first. Happy Halloween. And Happy birthday, Ms. Deidre Hall. HA HA. I'm such a dork when it comes to fandoms.

I've been sick the past few days, and yesterday this chick tried to break into my house. Seems as though Ms. crazy in the head hadn't taken her medication, and thought she was in Carrolton at her mother's house. And when she couldn't get in, she threw this rock through my living room window. Good thing we have those wiener dogs...they so scared her ass away. Or so the cop said. I couldn't stop laughing. Crazy people should be locked away. That is all.

I get to sleep in tomorrow. Which makes me smile. I haven't done so all week. And well I need it, desperately. I needed that smile.

Send get well vibes my way. Later.

Coffee can't wake my ass up...

I don't do 7 a.m. very well. At all. I was miserable today. People shouldn't be up at 7, period. It's seriously cruel. To me and them, because I'm a real bitch, when I'm up so early. The only thing getting me through the day was getting to come home and nap and then watch Grey's Anatomy. Of course, Grey's had to be a re-run. Piss. Me. Off. But I'm really too tired to care.

Though I suffered, and well, was in a complete daze all day, I enjoyed work today. Vickie and Clifton made me laugh all fucking day. Loved it. I really needed the distraction, and I totally didn't wear a bandaid today. I didn't feel like explaining why I was wearing it, in what would have been a bitchy tone. Cause yeah, 7 a.m. is not my shot of vodka.

So I came home, and my brother's like, "you're gonna crash aren't you?" I smile, and almost want to hug him, ALMOST, and say "Yes." And that's the last thing I remember. Until now.

I've come to realize that I probably have the best brother ever. I may not admit this often, and this may be the exhaustion talking, but I really am pleased with the sibling I was given. We've been through a lot, and still have managed not to kill one another. He'll even watch my soap with me, but of course in return, I have to watch ESPN, no questions asked. I've actually come to like ESPN. Shhhhh. But he's also the first person to make fun of such a silly obsession. I can be quite unbearable at times, and yet he can always find a way to tolerate me. That's saying a lot. He's also the instigator. Chances are if I got in trouble, it was his idea. Promise. Like he so set the alarm in my grandmother's room to go off at 3 a.m. But who got blamed? You guessed right. Oh well, gotta love him. Life's just a bit more interesting.

Kinky's gonna be in Dallas on Saturday, and I got an invite of sorts. I thought about going, but he's already got my vote, I don't need to pay $500 to prove that. But then again, if I get bored. And I bet the open bar is amazing. I don't think anyone with the name Kinky should have a lame open bar. Things should be interesting. Maybe I should just show up when everyone's drunk off their asses. Photo op!

I'm off to occupy some time. I just hope I can sleep now after that power nap I took after work. It's gonna suck if I can't.

For the Record...

I don't have much to say. I'm tired as fuck, and well I've got this nasty rash looking thing on my wrist, but it's not a rash, it's just where I scratched at a bug bite during my nap yesterday, and irritated the hell out of my skin. I had to wear this huge bandaid over my wrist today, because it was bugging me. Well I got a lot of sympathetic looks today because of it. Apparently I looked like I had tried to commit suicide. I even had a guy hold up some Drano, and was like, hey...it would have finished the job, and been so much quicker. I was like, I don't like what you're insinuating. And for the record, it's a rash and opened my bandaid for him to see the nastiness. It got to be a funny joke, but damn...leave me alone. People are mighty bold these days.

So I have to be at work at 7 tomorrow morning. Fuck me. So I'm ending this night a bit early. Later loves.

Challenged pumpkins need some lovin too.

So the other night, Jami and I carved pumpkins. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. I really miss carving pumpkins. I'm thinking about buying another, and just going at it again. We got two pumpkins. One really nice one, and one that's well, challenged. But he's my favorite. He can't stand up straight, and tilts to the side, but he's got character. We tried to Charlie Brown his ass, it just wasn't working. We had pumpkin placenta all over the place, and all over ourselves. So much so, I just took a shower. I think the neighbors are making fun of my pumpkin. As I was taking a pic earlier, someone drove by and just crept along. I'm like...dude, haven't you seen a challenged pumpkin before? Drive by and shut your face.

I should make him a montage to Simply The Best. BAHA.

So it's Sunday, and I'm off. Amazing. I've been watching football. Yeah, weird. I really despise the Steelers, and of course the Patriots, but that's another story. I try not to watch them, ever. Okay enough about football. I hope we get drama filled press conferences today. That's the real reason I'm watching. Duh.

Well, I'm bored. Hmmm, I have some laziness to conquer. Later.

Karma hates me.

It's a little after four, and even though I'm desperately seeking the attention of my warm bed, I can't really sleep. I've had possibly the worst day ever, starting with this cunt I work with. I won't even dignify the bitch with a name. Power trips and patronizing only make you a bitch, plain and simple. And that's all you really need to know...

Pretty much from there my day was shit. And to top it off, I was pulled over by a state trooper on my way to Jami's. I really shouldn't have laughed at the asshole who got pulled over by two state troopers as I was leaving the workplace. Karma is such a bitch.

I saw the fucker sitting there, too. I braked, because yeah, I can't afford another speeding ticket. So imagine my surprise when I saw the flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I literally about pissed my pants. I'm running through all the options in my head on what I could have done, as this pompous ass in a cowboy hat taps on my right window. I'm thinking hey fucker, I'm over here on the left. Get it right. So yeah, he takes the time out of his busy day to tell me the light on my rear license plate has gone out. He gives me a warning, and I'm on my way. Seriously was this necessary? I'm like listen, I've got a life, and I have friends to meet. Leave me and my license plate alone. A bit of a funny though, when I couldn't find my license, I asked him to shine his big ole cop flash light into my purse. I had totally forgotten that I had some tampons and other pleasurable things in there. I think he blushed. Or maybe it's because it's like 30 fucking degrees, but I do think Mr. Cowboy hat was embarrassed. I was too pissed to care. Like seriously man, pull over the speed demons or the reckless assholes who decide they'll drink and drive. I guess I'm just so fun to pick on these days.

Ended the day with Jami, semi cuddling on her bed and watching Nip Tuck. I swear I'm not getting addicted to another show. I'm not gonna do it. Even though I loved the 3 or 4 eppies we watched. Gotta love that Christian. Who is such a douche. Seriously, I can't start watching another show. I already have a hard enough time watching the two that I do. And I have tivo. I refuse to make time for more television. It's enough that I watch a sleezy soap. How can I defend that I watch that? I just get laughs when people see it on my tivo, or sometimes the eye roll, but most of the time, it's the laugh, of oh my god, she's lame. But yeah, no Nip Tuck for me. Seriously who am I trying to kid? I'm doomed. I'm sure I'll be buying the seasons on DVD next week. It's really good. Damn it for good TV shows. Damn them all to hell. I seriously wish I was a bum, then I might have time for TV.

So I think I'm done ranting. I might just speed down the freeway tomorrow, just to give some cop a real reason to pull my ass over. Or maybe I'll just be lazy. Lazy sounds so much better. Warm bed sounds even better. Later loves.

Can't Touch This...

Austin wonders why he got fired. It's a total mystery to me too.

By: Tammy.

Sleep? So overrated.

I am so tired. I'm functioning on maybe 5 hours of sleep, and yet I'm still up. Yeah, don't feel sorry for me. Lorna and I had this interesting as all get out convo last night and into the early hours of the morning that left me up until about 6:30 this morning. It's one of those convos that it's almost impossible to stop. One of the most interesting I've had in a long ass time. I just wish this had been this time last year.

So of course, I had to get up. Go get paid. Run to the bank. Have their stupid ass pen explode all over my hand. And then rush home to crash for a mini power nap, to wake up to the sound of Lorna. And then I watched the end of Ugly Betty, and then Grey's Anatomy. That was my day in a nutshell. Oh and I had leftover spaghetti for a late lunch. Forgot to eat lunch when I supposed to. Oops. That happens too often.

Anyway. I'm dead to the world at the moment. Later.

Well hello there.

Today was supposed to be tidy up the room day, but I'm kind of lazy and tired. I'm listening to some Amy Winehouse, and I saw where she performed drunk off her ass on Charlotte Church's show. They did a duet to "Beat It" and Amy just made an ass out of herself. It's not cool for you to be a lush for millions to see. Don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. I still think she's kick ass, and Fuck Me Pumps is great, but you've got protect your image. People are harsh. Take it from me, someone who knows what it's like to be judged by people that don't know you personally.

I had such a blast from the past last night. I got a new friend request on myspace from a girl I hadn't seen in probably 2 years. Look at myspace, bringing people back together. I'm all excited about this reunion. Well this myspace reunion thing. I swear just when I think myspace can't be any more evil, it goes and redeems itself.

You know, I don't watch much football, but I sure as hell could get into it if they had more after game press conference things like that coach had from the Arizona Cardinals. How hilarious was that? Hitting the microphone. I guess I love the drama that comes with stuff. Who cares about the NFL, anyway? (okay, just about every manly man across the US, but that's beside the point.) I would much rather see a camera follow the angry coach around all day. Bill Parcells being harassed by the media, would be funny as hell. I still think they need to have a reality show of soaps behind the scenes. Because from what I gather, some petty shit goes down. I would actually watch TV. Imagine that. But then again, who wouldn't? Everyone likes petty garbage. Number 1 example, Brit and K-Fed's mess of a show.

I really wanted to go to the library today. But I realized that I had so many books on my own shelf that I needed to read, so the trip would be absolutely pointless. I'm dying to get started on "The Fuck Up" By Arthur Nersesian. I've been dying to read it for like forever now. I just recently made the purchase on my little retail therapy trip. I really should stop myself. I am so behind on my reading list. I just don't have time. That's really no excuse. I really should be making time. I really need to make another bookshelf purchase. I'm so out of space. So sad.

I really want to have a used book store day, and just splurge. I love used book stores. I love owning books that other people have owned. I just think it's neat to have something that touched another person. I wonder if they liked the book, or how effected they were by it when they read it. Why they sold it? For money? Or just because they wanted someone else to be touched by the writings within. I'm officially the biggest nerd. But anyone up for a used book day in the near future? We can go to the Old Opera House on the square, or we can head up to Lewisville. Or are there any others I don't know about?

Okay. I'm officially bored. I'm gonna find something entertaining to do. A nap sounds awesome.

Under Siege.

200th post. And it's gonna blow.

*ahem* Life's just grand and then you get banned from a message board. I laughed this morning when someone sent me a link, and my access had been denied. Is this supposed to be some kind of punishment? If so, for what? For calling people out on their stupidity? I'd like to think so. Oh well, my life shall go on. I hope I can pick up the pieces and go on with my pitiful life.

* I so wrote this like 5 hours ago, and have since fallen asleep. I'm over it.*

So I had every intention of ranting, but all of a sudden I just don't care. Maybe it's the extra long nap I took that's made me all mellow, or maybe it's the information that I just learned. Who knows?

Not really much to say. I just wish it would stop raining.

Poor Baby.

So. It's official. I'm over this speeding ticket and defensive driving. You don't know how awesome that feels. No worries. It's over. I couldn't be happier. Well I could, but I'm not raining on this parade of mine. Which brings me to Miss Babs herself. GET. OVER. YOUR. SELF. Seriously the Bush bashing got old last year. Way to preach tolerance. I'm sure your fan, loved the obscenities screamed at them. Can you spell hypocrite? Oh, and wear a bra. That is all.

So I'm free. So no more worrying about if there will be a warrant out for my arrest. Because I procrastinate, and well took the online driving course, at the last possible moment. So yeah, I was a bit antsy on when my results would arrive. I didn't feel like spending any time with inmates, or whatever they're called. Something tells me I wouldn't survive any sort of jail time. I would so cry for my mother. And would probably in the process get my ass kicked. I should have so signed up for the class like months ago. But that's what procrastinators do, procrastinate. I couldn't imagine myself, ever finishing something with time to spare. It would be un-natural.

The shower calls me. Later loves. (Remember that crying boy, I was telling you about. Well there he is. I just had to post this.)

Happy Birthday ANN!!!!!!!

Because I heart her so, and because she makes the niftiest scarfs around. Happy Birthday Ann! I owe you a night at Dave and Busters! Later love.

Everyone wish her a Happy Birthday!