celebrate we will because life is short but sweet for certain

Sometimes the best intentions aren't met with the greatest of enthusiasm

2009-05-17T22:24:00.002-05:00

Dianna mentioned in her blog that when we first started dating I would write all the time. Looking back, I did write all the time. At times it was sublime how everything just melded together and then came the times of total suckage.

So I got to thinking about all those abandoned notebooks collecting dust either on the bookshelf or taking up gross amounts of space in a long ago forgotten drawer. I've filled these notebooks and journals with little snippets here, poems there, and the start of many conversations that could eventually be pulled together and somehow made into a best selling novel. I've always had this secret ambition of being the next David Sedaris, obviously female, but I could never get myself to that point of writing. I could never realize the concept of grabbing those thoughts and somehow weaving them through page after page of anecdotal humor. I couldn't get past the thoughts in my head being funny only to me. Self-sabotage reared it's ugly head time and time again, I suppose. what made me leave the writing behind? I didn't replace it with anything, I just stopped.

I'm not promising to write everyday, I wouldn't want to break it within the first 48 hours. I will promise to use this forum as a bouncing board, so to speak, of past writings. If I'm able to spew out new material through this process, so be it.

i forgot about updating about the wedding...

2006-08-16T23:03:00.000-05:00

well, the wedding kicked ass. laughter, crying, nervousness, dancing and of course many drinks consumed. here's a picture. enjoy.

i suppose i should do something with this...

2006-08-16T22:54:00.000-05:00

i've become addicted to myspace. in the last two days i have reconnected with a few people from high school. i haven't decided yet if it's a good thing or not. while in high school i was surrounded by a huge group of people and when i graduated i only kept two friends out of all the others. in the end you find who your true friends are.

that being said, it feels all weird to talk to friends i haven't seen or talked to in almost ten years. god, ten years! how could so much change in ten years? nikki is married with a little boy and expecting a girl in two months. both kelly and heather are married; no children yet. and just hearing about so many other kids is so bizarre.

if i keep up with myspace i guess i really have no reason for attending the reunion next may. not that i would anyways...

ta-da, i'm all squeaky clean and new...

2006-06-28T23:21:00.000-05:00

i had some extra time on my hands and figured i would finish what i started a year ago. i managed to spiff this baby up by adding more people and some other interests i have.

so, have a look around and try not to leave rings on the table from your drinks.

2006-06-02T11:24:00.000-05:00

sometimes i wonder if people think i'm retarded...or maybe just slow. just because i dont respond with the greatest of enthusiasm doesnt mean i dont understand what you're saying. it just means that A. i dont care, or B i have lost all attention about what you're yamering on and on about.

i'm still waiting to hear from Patrick. I emailed him again last night and am waiting for a reply. all this waiting is making my think i didnt get in. which will make for one angry sara.

in other news this jackass matt i work with dumped noodles down the sink at work and now it's completely clogged. after yelling at him, the next day he dumps chunky tomato soup down the drain. what the hell is up with that shit?

well, i'm off. i'm gonna go take a nice long bike ride.

i'm just sitting here sipping on gin and juice...

2006-05-22T20:32:00.000-05:00

laid back.

actually, it's seagram's wild berries wine cooler. today i acted all spring-summer like and grilled some brats and now i'm drinking wine coolers. my night is complete.

my mom bought a car today. the contour finally died on the way home and she bought a blazer over the phone in like, 15 minutes. it was awesome. looks like i'll be cruising around in a suv type vehicle. now it'll be easier to move my shit back to the city until i'm officially in the city.

to my adoring fans...

2006-05-18T23:24:00.000-05:00

i am so bad at posting. i could come up with a gajillion excuses but i have only one -laziness.

that girl kate, from lost is so butch. is she really dating a man?

my loverly dianna bought me a kitchen aid 5qt stand mixer. i love it! it's so red and pretty. did i mention that i love it? I DO!

what else is going on...

i have to go bridesmaid dress shopping on sunday with melissa, my soon to be sister-in-law. the wedding isnt until december but she SUPER ORGANIZED AND WANTS EVERYTHING NOW! it's just crazy. she is totally prepared for the wedding, i'm pretty sure the invitations are ready to be mailed. i suppose that means i need to plan a bridal shower, knowing her she already has three different dates picked out.

ok, so working with my dad is winding down. he really doesnt have anything planned. which makes it a perfect time to move back to the city but i'm "contracted" to work at mikasa until the end of august. which i really don't want to.

say hello to my little flap...

2006-04-18T09:28:00.000-05:00

i thought i would join the craze and try and get stitches. everyone wants to be like mace. too bad it wasn't a deep enough slice. if it wasn't on an angle it would so have needed stitches. now it's just a slightly deep slice with a god aweful flap of skin; which is really nasty.

ho hum...

2006-04-13T09:40:00.000-05:00

has anyone ever seen the eHarmony commercail with that couple that talks about how they only lived like 10 miles apart and never met and all that crap? the point is that i think it's so funny cuz the woman is constantly talking over the man about their relationship. will it last? eHarmony thinks so.

anyways...

nothing has really been going on. i brought home a treadmill the other day and i've actually used it. i was running on it; which is scary when you're not holding the rails.

living with my sister isn't so bad unless she needs to go to work super early and there's clothes on hangers that need to be hung in the closet. if you've met amy you know she doesn't do anything quiet. this morning i was awoken to clacking plastic hangers and a paper old navy bag being folded up and put away. sometimes i hate her and then she does all my laundry for me and changes my bed and I LOVE HER!

i'm so fickle.

who says you can't always go home?

2006-03-26T17:47:00.000-06:00

my mother sure as hell doesn't.

Amy moved back home this weekend... into my bedroom...and my closet...and my personal space. it's only for six weeks until her and bernard move into their apartment. it just sucks though, big time suckage.

I told her Friday night that it should be interesting since we've never actually co-habitated in the same room while on speaking terms. growing up we just about hated each other; there was a lot of termoil in our household for a couple years.

let's just hope i keep my sanity over the next six weeks.

gah

2006-03-17T20:52:00.000-06:00

as some of you may or may not know, my best friend Jessica is getting married this August. I am lucky enough to be in the wedding...maybe lucky isn't the right word? Well, today I did something that I haven't done in just about 9 years; i wore a dress. not only did i wear a dress but i got fitted for it and purchased it. the last time i wore a dress was for my brother Allen's wedding; and we all know how that marriage ended. i looked so girlie. too bad no one will ever see the pictures.not only will i wear a dress this coming August, I will also wear one in December for Allen's second wedding. Did I mention I hate dresses?

my sundays just keep getting better and better...

2006-03-12T11:33:00.000-06:00

today at church an older man passed out behind me. it wasn't as if he fainted, he actually lost consciousness. i heard someone talking aggressively and loud behind us and as i turned around someone was asking for 911 to be called. the man didn't look well at all; he was very pale, and his eyes were unresponsive, they were open and staring right at my mom. my mom said she was so freaked out, he looked like he was dead.

he did come to and they walked him to the back of the church where the EMT's were waiting. Fr. Joe even stepped away from the alter to come over to see if everything was okay. I don't think I have been that scared in I don't know how long. I was totally shaking for a couple minutes afterwards.

we're going shopping, later.

why did my parents have so many kids?

2006-03-08T18:23:00.000-06:00

most of you may or may not know that i really don't get along with my brother Chris' girlfriend, Polly. We get along on the surface, underneath it i think she's worthless and a bad cook to boot. not to mention she doesnt even live here and she thinks she runs the place, if anything i run it...

okay, the other night she made dinner and like any other time she didn't clean up. dude, when she cooks you would never know that the stove is brand new. it's so gross. and even grosser is that she doesnt clean up after. and i think we all know how i feel about dirtiness?

so, monday morning i came downstairs and everything was exactly how is was during dinner. which really makes me sick to think things sat out overnight. anyways, i cleaned everything, filled the dishwasher and did the bigger dishes. it took me all of ten minutes -tops. my mom won't say anything because 1) she's tired of having to yell at a 34 year old about his 31 year old girlfriend. 2) i think she fell asleep in her chair. so i did, in the most passive aggressive way i know; i wrote a note and attached it to the hood above the stove. well Chris nor Polly were home monday or tuesday so he finally saw it today. you know what the bastard wrote? "You got a free meal didn't you?" i came downstairs from napping and found the note but they were gone.

still being passive aggressive i replied to his absurd note; "But if I clean up after you-it's not a free meal. Free means that you do nothing in return for said dinner -cuz it's FREE. If you want me to clean up after you then start paying me. Otherwise, it's not happening. And I guess you actually get the most free dinners around here. How ironic is that?"

S is for Sick, Surgery and Sleeping (in).

2006-03-08T10:17:00.000-06:00

If it were possible to surgically remove my tonsils, I would. What started as a little pain yesterday afternoon has now ended with me staying home from work. I woke up around 6:30 with the same headache I had when I went to sleep. My throat is itchy, my nose is stuffed and then runny...it sucks.

i'm watching something on the blackholes of the universe. i honestly think you have to be uber smart to understand anything they're saying. it just doesnt make sense to a simple person like myself.

G is for Grumpy...

2006-03-06T22:02:00.000-06:00

have you ever working with someone that never pays back the favors you've done for them? i'm pretty sure that i work with someone like that. carol was having some personal problems a while back and to help her out (and my savings account) i took most of her friday nights; it's not like i have a life.

i tried to cash in on this last saturday and she shut me down -totally. in fact, if i wouldn't have asked to switch her friday night for my saturday night i wouldnt have known that she was "going out of town" for four days. she didnt even end up going out of town and knowing that we are short a manager, and that if i didnt step up to the plate, jan would of had to work two shifts open to close -no break. yeah, turns out that it might be necessary to start looking at my schedule rather than assuming i'm working my regular three shifts. not only was she not able to work saturday for me but i had to take her friday and monday shift. yes, i like money but it didnt sit with me well -at all. and because i love rejection so much i'm trying it again for this saturday. if she doesnt switch with me, i'm totally calling her out on it.

because thales says i never post...

2006-03-05T20:17:00.000-06:00

today i managed not to do a thing. it was great! i did go to church this morning and then nothing.

i netflixed arrested development to see what the hub-bub was all about. my goodness, it's so funny. not a lot of laugh out loud funny, but funny nonetheless. jason bateman totally reminds me of brian on queer as folk; not brian's personality but his looks.

right now we're watching the oscars and after georgle clooney won i could really care less. mmmhhmmmm, george clooney is snausagey.

rantings of a lunatic

2006-03-02T22:25:00.000-06:00

i'm becoming a bitter betty. i know i always have been, but it's getting worse and it's taking over my life. it hit it's peak two days ago when i found out Costco came into Mikasa and gave us over $30 worth of free goods all because one person signed up. ONE PERSON!-that's it. I mean, where is my free stuff from when my Dad and I signed up? We didn't get anything for our $45 membership, wait we got two cards and the ability to buy 60 rolls of toilet paper for the price of 50 rolls.

Nothing made me more bitter than coming in to work tonight to find out i'm working every night from now until next thursday. not so bitter about that cuz money is good. i'm more pissed over the fact that carol was supposed to go out of town and now isn't yet still won't come in and help us. there are only three managers and i'm only part-time. if jan didn't put me on the schedule for friday, monday or wednesday she would have to work from open to close. carol knows this, yet she doesnt care. i think that's what gets to me the most; her not caring.

i could go on and on but i don't want to scare people away from my nonvisited blog...

2006-01-30T10:11:00.000-06:00

I swear in the two or so weeks since I've seen Matthew, he's grown almost 2 inches. I think he lost most of his baby flab too. He is still the little kooka head as always. The things that come out of his 5 year old mouth is funny. I told him that he must have grown at least 3 inches since the last time I saw him, "No" he said, "I'm not 3 I'm almost 6, Auntie Sara." He really didn't grasp the concept of growth or maybe just inches. My Mom, Chris, Polly and Matthew were playing CandyLand and Chris was talking and Matthew just had to say something and he kept interupting, so my Mom told him that he has to wait his turn. Finally with what seemed like hours to Matthew, he exclaims "HELLO! over here, what am I chopped liver!" Where does he get this stuff from?

deja-poo?

2006-01-23T20:34:00.000-06:00

It seems that just 6 months ago I was holed up in our downstairs bathroom renovating it for my mammy. Well, it also seems that I am once again holed up in a bathroom, too bad it's our upstairs one. I would say that more than a year ago, it might even be two, that my brother Chris thought that in order to jump start the renovation he would rip down all the walls and floor. Like I said, at least two years later I am doing it.

Living back home is turning me into the ultimate lesbian. I can weild a hammer like no dyke's business. Chances are that if you take me home to meet your momma, I'm gonna end up tearing walls down and building a three season porch with matching furniture. Being home makes me want to take a sledge hammer to walls and throw pales of paint on the walls to make it look pretty.

It's not like our house is a dump, it's just that it's almost 27 years old and in need of some updating. One project is over and it's on to another. It's crazy.

This is for Carol, seeing as though she's the only other person with a dog who reads this.

2006-01-23T15:31:00.000-06:00

Dog peeves about humans
1. Passing gas and blaming it on me... not funny...not funny at all !!!
2. Yelling at me for barking... I'M A DOG, YOU NUMBSKULL!
3. Taking me for a walk, then not letting me check stuff out. Exactly whosewalk is this anyway?4. Any trick that involves balancing food on my nose... stop it!
5. Any haircut that involves bows or ribbons. Now you know why we chew yourstuff up when you're not home.
6. The sleight of hand, fake fetch throw. You fooled a dog!Woooo-Hooooooo!Oh, what a proud moment for the top of the food chain.
7. Taking me to the vet for "the big snip", then acting surprised when Ifreak out every time we go back!
8. Getting upset when I sniff the crotches of your guests. Sorry, but Ihaven't quite mast ered that handshake thing yet.
9. Dog sweaters. Hello??? Haven't you noticed the fur?
10. How you act disgusted when I lick myself. Look, we both know the truth,you're just jealous.

Now lay off me on some of these things, We both know who's boss here (youdon't see me picking up your poop, do you?).

Geesh, where should I start?

2006-01-23T11:30:00.000-06:00

I don't really know where. As everyone knows it's already 2006. Actually, almost the end of the first month. I really don't have resolutions, seeing as I always break them. And this way if I keep it to myself they might just work out.

We had a terrible snowstorm on Friday afternoon/evening that really blanketed the whole area. By Saturday afternoon all the snow was melted from the roads and really wasn't really effecting anything anymore. I just know that what usually takes my Mom 15 minutes to get home from work took her 50+ minutes Friday night. She said by the time she got in the driveway she was dizzy and had slight vertigo from the snow coming right at her. Crazy!

Amy came over Sunday morning so my Mom could get her hair did. Almost turning 30 must be making Amy soft, cause she offered to touch up my hi-lights and maybe add some color. Next thing I know she has three different tubes in her hand and is telling me to pick a color and she'll make it happen. WHOA! who is this person? I picked blonde streaks with a sweet-ass red burgandy color. When we were done washing the color out she told me to sit back down and told me it was time for a haircut. Imagine my surprise! So, instead of a trim I actually got a "do". It's so sweeeeet! I can't wait to show it off. Too bad I'm working all this week and won't be in the city until February 4th. I'm sure I'll still look hot then...

'tis the season

2005-12-19T22:34:00.000-06:00

what does christmas and the superbowl have in common? two times of the year that i wish i had tivo. just so i could skip all commercials. let's face it commercials are stale and dull to begin with and then they add holiday music to the mix. gah!

but this year there have been some pretty good commercials and they aren't all just repeating the same ones. Target has my favorites so far. Macy's had a really cool one early on but then there were a couple news stories about chicagoians protesting against Macy's buying Marshall Fields and changing the name and all that shit next year. since then i havent seen it. makes sense and all.

there's one target commercial that really creeps me out; the one with the triplets, girls and boys. i dont know why, but it totally creeps me out. i think it scares me that three kids can come out of your body one right after one another. or maybe it's that they all look alike and i would totally get them mixed up. imagine if you had identical twins and you get them mixed up at a really early age? Thales, doesnt your brother and his wife worry about that? I mean, alec could be cameron and cameron could be alec...blows your mind, eh?

i am totally off subject now. okay, got to go. seinfeld is almost on and i need to get upstairs and get all my shit together so i can wake up early and get to work with my pappy.

peace, love and stuff.

favorite things; one old, one new.

2005-12-06T08:19:00.000-06:00

ok, i tried and i tried but blogger is being an asshole. i cannot upload an image to go along with the title.

my old favorite thing was a bowl of fruit loops cereal. and my NEW favorite thing is my lappy toppy. i have named him nigel quartermaine. it's classy. he will be the sophisticated on the outside but i will secretly curse him while no one is around.

well, time to switch the phone line over to nigel so i can start downloading my cds for itunes again.

blah blah blah

2005-12-02T07:57:00.000-06:00

I wish I had some great update or news to wow you all. Alas, I do not.

I have to go to work now.

Amazing.

2005-11-21T20:11:00.000-06:00

My Mom took this picture last week on the flight home from San Antonio.

I can't believe how cool it is. It makes me want to jump down a slide into these clouds.

crying over spilled milk.

2005-11-20T09:09:00.000-06:00

I have this thing about milk; if it's summer I won't drink it. I need my milk to be super cold. And summer just doesn't make cold milk. The instant you take milk out of the refrigerator it cools down at least 5*. That's the way I preceive it to be.

Starting in fall I start buying my favorite cereals again so I can take advantage of the cold milk thing. Last week I bought my all-time best cereal ever; cinnamon toast crunch. (It's so sad to think I sit here and blog about cereal.) The next cereal might have to be peanut butter captian crunch or maybe even cinnamon life.

Why must life have so many hard choices?

just starting.

2005-11-19T10:07:00.000-06:00

I just started my Christmas shopping. I'm trying to get one person done at a time, just so it doesn't all jump up on my checking account at the same time. It is safe to say that Matthew's gifts are purchased. I bought him Playmobile's "Blackbeard Pirate Ship" and the "Treasure Island" travel treasure box. Now I just have to get some stocking stuffers and maybe a few small gifts.

If only everyone was as easy as buying for kids.

a little back story

2005-11-17T22:29:00.000-06:00

When I was 13, my oldest sister, Lisa was killed in a car accident. She was only 17, almost 18. Obviously something this tragic can shape your life into ways you couldn't even imagine possible. That isn't the entire point, but this is were this story is going.

My Dad is "seeing" this lady, Mary who lives at this private airport by our house. I guess one day my Dad was telling Mary about Lisa and her accident and all the other baggage that came with it. Mary has a friend, Geanie. Mary was talking to Geanie about dating my Dad and whatnot. Mary was chit chatting with Geanie and brought up Lisa's accident and out of the blue, Geanie tells Mary that she knows about the accident very well. Turns out, Geanie's husband Walt, hit Lisa. Now this man lives in our town, I have never met him although he did come to the wake/funeral. I didn't notice, my mom however did. Geanie asked Mary and my Father over for dinner, even knowing that her husband killed my sister.

I cannot get over this at all. It's eating at me so badly. I mean, how would you feel if someone you love was taken away and your father decided to break bread with him? I asked my Dad if he was actually going to go, he said he really wasn't sure. I was telling my Mom about this conversation Dad and I had today. For some reason she knew exactly where the conversation was going and guessed about Walt.

My Mother never talks about Walt, she will talk about Lisa, but never the man who hit her. My Mom is a eucharistic minister at our church; she hands out wafers and wine. Walt goes to our church. She has to serve him communion. This man who killed her daughter, and she has to serve him the bread of life. What bullshit is that?

I cannot tell you how upset this entire thing has made me. I suppose it really gives "turn the other cheek" a new meaning. I was actually crying while talking to my Mom about this on the ride home from work. I had to journal this, I had to get all these shitty feelings out.

mmm, mmm, good.

2005-11-16T13:45:00.000-06:00

I just made the most fantastic soup. It's Mushroom Barley with carrots, celery and onions. My goodness how tasty it is!

I bet you all wish you were in the suburbs eating my homemade soup, watching the snow fall on this dreary November afternoon.

a letter to the masses,

2005-11-11T08:41:00.000-06:00

Dear masses who happen upon this crappy blog,

This week needs to end, soon. Friday my Mom hit a deer coming home from work, on her way to picking up Matthew. I immediately called her insurance and got the claim processed asap.

Saturday I drive my Mother to the airport and get back to the house just in time to eat a quick lunch with Matthew, get into work atire and rush off to Mikasa by 1pm. I work all night at a job that I love, but at a mall that I hate. (It's an outside mall that does very little night time business). I get off of work and rush into the city so I can see Dianna for all of five seconds before I drop into bed from tiredness.

Sunday we wake up early, get some breakfast and chill out before we have to leave for the show. I sit in a coffee shop listening to music and reading a book that I keep telling Thales I'm almost done with. Which by the way, I am almost done with. I go see Dianna's show which is amazing, too bad the seats are shitty. Not where I was sitting, the actual seat I sat in was like sitting on a bag of concrete. After her show, I sort of rush over to Jo's improv show. What a good time that was, I LOVE YOU CHUCK! That's over and next thing I know I'm back at Dianna's grabbing all my stuff just so I can drive back home and hopefully get some sleep.

Monday my Dad actually leaves for work without me. He thought I was in the city still. Not a bad thing considering I needed to take care of my Mom's car insurance issues. I cleaned the house again because Chris's girlfriend Polly thought she'd be suzy-fuckin-homemaker while my Mom is gone and the place looked like a bomb went off. I tried to fix the washer that Chris jammed with 10 pairs of jeans, with no success. I got fed up and went to the movies. I saw Wallace and Gromit, and the Weatherman. Both were excellent. I then went to work at Mikasa. Got home went to bed.

Tuesday, worked with my Dad. Got home changed and worked at Mikasa.

Wednesday, worked with my Dad. Got home changed and worked at Mikasa.

Thursday, worked with my Dad. Got home, showered and worked at Mikasa.

Friday. I am about to leave for work with my Dad. I do not have to work tonight though. I am however going over to a good friend's house for dinner.

There, you've been waiting for an update and ya bastards got one!

i'm thowing out some scraps

2005-11-04T00:14:00.000-06:00

so it's been a little dry around here lately. i'm looking to toss some water and maybe revive this wreck tomorrow.

i'm sure just knowing this will make you check back every half hour, too. because what i say is so important, you cannot resist.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine...

2005-10-26T23:24:00.000-05:00

Today is my mother's 60th birthday. I swear she does not look a day over 55 . I wish to her many more years to celebrate and to always have a special day just for herself.

My mother is my "sunshine". She would always sing that song to us as little rugrats. She still sings it but now it's to Matthew, my nephew. It makes me happy yet slightly jealous; I hope my mother has all the time in the world to enjoy her grandson and to watch him grow like she has seen her children grow. I wish her so much happiness. I love you mommy!

You are my sunshine, My only sunshine
You make me happy when skys are grey
You'll never know dear How much I love you
Please don't take my sunshine away.

the most premium bitch around

2005-10-25T23:34:00.000-05:00

This is my Molly-dog. I love the little rascal a whole bunches. When I first brought her to the country we would run without her leash on. Until one day the little snot nose decided to run for the road. Which really isn't a good thing, you know? And a few days after that she tried it again. Finally we put her on probation and she was confined to the leash throughout the summer.

Well Molly is off probation and is on a warning alone. Tonight we played with her under inflated ball in the yard. She gave it her all and ran and ran and ran some more. Molly likes to run that's for certain. The only problem is is that she does not always like to come directly to you. She does this thing where she lays down 5 feet from me and drops the ball on the ground. I think she's just exercising her cuteness.

It's like she knew I was writing about her because she just came up to me and started jumping on my lap. By the way, she is so not a lap dog-no matter what she thinks. Her slender 65 lbs. is not meant to be on my lap. She is my little fluffy-flanks molly mcbutter.

Burning down the house

2005-10-24T21:24:00.000-05:00

This was at our annual "sportun bonfire". Wicked awesome, right? See, my Mom is the biggest pyro that ever walked the earth. Her favorite season-Fall. You know why? Because the leaves fall, need to be raked and therefore need to be burned. I'm telling you, she's psycho.

What we do is starting every spring we prune all 300 trees on the property(exaggerating slightly but there are a lot). We build a pile with all the branches from Spring through early Fall. We also add on anything else that might burn. Let's say Allen decides to rip out the cabinets in his kitchen-they get thrown on the pile. Melissa is bored one day and decides to tear off the paneling in the basement-it gets thrown on the pile. My Dad has three bags of scrap studs from our jobs-they get sorted through and tossed on the pile. My mom gets a burst of energy and starts rumaging through the basement-I think you get the point.

This year we actually had two bonfires; one on Mother's Day and the second about a month ago. Dude, it's such a killer time. I wish you all could have been there. Of course one of our newer neighbors didn't have a clue and called the fire department because our "house" was on fire. Newbies, I tell ya. So, I guess that makes it 4 years running for the fire department to make a showing. This is one reason I like living out here. The freedom to do what we want on our 5 acres and the privacy we have is amazing. It's so refreshing sometimes.

I'm flapping my wings trying not to fall from the nest.

2005-10-23T21:23:00.000-05:00

I just lost everything I was going to post. Son of a bitch.

I can't figure out how to add links to friends bloggers. Or any other sites in general. Why must I be so inept at this thing?

my new favorite photo

2005-10-23T18:30:00.000-05:00

That's my big sister Amy and her beau Bernard. This picture is great since they didn't even know I was taking it. I cannot believe she's 29 now.

How time flies.

Everyone Else Is...

2005-10-23T01:42:00.000-05:00

So here I go.

"BAHHHHHHHH"