Shopping Shenanigans

It's Saturday early afternoon, I'm chillin' on the couch deciding what to do first, mop floors, do dishes (cause even though Jory says he'll do them, we know it won't get done until December) or do some unpacking. Jory comes in from the computer room and with excitement in his voice he says he HAS to buy a new video game! What? You want to go outside of our domicile, our Johnson Compound? YIPPEE!

He runs to change out of his PJ's, I grab my purse and round up the pups for the "No Friends and No Parties while we're gone lecture", toss them a treat and we're off on our Best Buy Adventure!

He picks up yet another DragonBall Z game, Budokai Tenkaichi 3 (thanks google) to be exact. How many versions of the same game can you seriously make? I swear each and every one of his hundred DBZ games are the exact same, except he tells me this one, you can play 150 (I'm rounding up cause I don't really remember the exact number) different characters! WOAH! Exciting eh? Not so much.

But you can probably say the same thing about my 2nd game of choice, The Sims. I pick up the Sims2 Castaway...yeah it's the same Sims2 but the Castaway thing is totally different then anything they have ever come out with. I like pirates, Hello Jack Sparrow! it's sort of the same thing, not really, actually not at all. Maybe it's because I loved the Swiss Family Robinson movie and wanted to live in a tree house, or the Blue Lagoon! It's honestly not the funnest game, but I've only played it once now so I can't really give you a realistic review. Maybe later.
FYI, in case you were wondering my 1st game of choice is Lara Croft Tomb Raider! Lara is the SHIT!

On our way out, Jory asks if there's anything else I want...YA! but nothing that I need. Then it hits me...I haven't bought the new Led Zeppelin Mothership yet. What kind of fan am I? So we walk over to the latest releases and there it was....I grab it. And WHAT is sitting right next to it? DAAAAAAAAAANE COOK! How could I have forgotten my BOYFRIEND Dane's CD/DVD was out? I'm ashamed. So I grab it too. I hold them close to my heart and apologize silently to my "other men" in my life. They forgive me. We leave.

So then comes Sunday, I'm tired from hauling boxes in the house and bored of watching Jory play DBZ. I ask him if he wants to go spend more money. We've been needing some bookcases for the other two bedrooms, we are seriously lacking storage in this house! We don't have an unfinished basement to store our stuff and we don't have furniture to put our stuff on so we need to SHOP!

We've been hunting for a component shelving unit for the PlayStation, Xbox, Stereo System, DVD player etc...you know, all our Components and have had no success. I found what I thought would work and look nice at Target, but when we saw it in person, we didn't feel the love, so it's a no go.

We love our IKEA Expedit 5x5 bookshelf we have in our living room and I've been wanting 2 more for the other bedrooms so we headed to Tempe. We make our way to the storage section, checking out all the new rooms setup. I LOVE IKEA! Jory, not so much. It's too much exercise, too many people and well it's not home. I try to make the trip as painless as possible for him, I however could spend hours wandering around checking everything out. So we speed to the shelves, write down our shit and decide a floating shelf above the TV will work alright for the components. We realize we'll be spending almost $500. We're not poor by any means, but we're not rich either. We don't normally spend $500 without thinking about it, hard. We decided that the 5x5 might over power the rooms and we can save $100 if we go for the just smaller 4x4 version so we head for the basement to weave our way out of this Swiss labyrinth.

We gather our million pound boxes and head for the floating shelf and realize it's not deep enough, won't work. It's a bust again! DAMN those components! We check out, go home, eat and set up one of the bookshelves, move it in the guest room, looks fabulous! Time for bed.

The End

p.s. didn't mop the floor or do the dishes.

Blast From the Past

After 5.5 months of living in our new house I thought it was probably time to unpack. Seriously. It's embarrassing how long it takes us to unpack. It was easy when we moved down here from Utah, because our plan was to only unpack necessities, we didn't want to be in our cracked out apartment longer then necessary so we planned on buying a house after our 9 month lease was up. Obviously life happens and it doesn't always go the way we plan it so it took us 2.5 years to buy a house. Plus we moved from a 3 bed, 2 bath with a huge unfinished basement (potentially 5 bed, 3 bath) house, into a small 2 bed, 2 bath apartment....there just wasn't room to unpack.

When we moved from SLC to Logan, UT into our first house, it took 3 months to unpack and the only reason it was done that quickly is because "I" decided we should have a house warming party, so of course I waited until two weeks before the party to start unpacking and decorating. Then a short 4 months later, we packed it all back up and moved here. I will NEVER do that again!

So while unpacking a random box in the garage I started pulling out items that did not belong to me, items that looked familiar, but definitely not mine. There were 4 postcard size pictures of old sailboats, a sailboat cross stitch, 7 head/mask sculptures of sailors or pirates? a family of easter bunnies, a set of China dishes and finally one of those 70's easter eggs made out of sugar with an easter scene inside!

Here's the Loot!

All photos taken with my cell phone.

So I call my mom and send her some pics on her phone and she laughs. She said she hadn't seen this stuff since we moved when I was 13! She told me she made the cross stitch for my stepdad for their first Anniversary 30 years ago! My stepdad painted the sailor masks and they all hung in our family room back in the day. My parents want me to pack it all up and store it until their next visit in case they want any of it, for memories. I kinda like the sailor/pirate masks, maybe I'll hang them in the garage for now? LOL! The sugar egg is going in the trash!

Break Time

*Watching LOST*

5 PM Smoke Break

Lunch Time

*Watching Disturbia*

This is how I make it through the day.

I'm such a Loner.

This is what I found when I got to work the other day...

Jory says I should take this as a threat...what do you think?

All Over The Place

I was reading my bro-in-law's website the other day, he posted "Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from Watching Sesame Street.

Being a 30 Something myself, I was also raised with Sesame Street. As I got older, we would watch it for other reasons while under the influence of very fun hallucinogens, but that's another story. Jory and I have had discussions about how kids are so different from when we grew up. The fact that kids don't play night games anymore saddens me, I want my kids to be able to play Kick The Can and Hide and Seek with the neighborhood kids. Or the fact that you rarely see kids playing outside anymore at all, they're all in playing video games or watching TV.

Most all of my memories growing up are playing outside with my friends, in the neighbor's sandbox, on their trampoline or tree house. I remember during the summer, my best friend and I used to follow the canal down the street, all the way to Hyde Park, that's at least 10 miles round trip! We spent all day every day building elaborate tree houses in the summer or snow caves in the winter. It was almost impossible for our parents to get us to come home long enough for dinner, let alone back in at a decent hour after night games.

It's hard to say parents should be letting their kids run around the neighborhood unsupervised with all the sexual predators and kidnappers we hear about on the news. However, what's wrong with chatting up your neighbor while your kids play together? It's good to get to know your neighbors. Wouldn't you like to know that when you're not home your neighbor cares enough to keep an eye on your house and notify you if they see anything suspicious?

Growing up you knew everyone on your street, your parents knew everyone whether they were friends or not. They watched out for you and you watched out for them. What happened to the good ol' days?

When we moved into our new house I was nervous that we'd have bad neighbors. So far it seems they're all pretty nice. They wave or say hello when I drive by. Our neighbor across from us is really kool. He's young like us and digs the Grateful Dead so we knew immediately we'd get along.

I am thankful however for the privacy we've had on our street. When we built our first house in Utah, within 24 hours after moving in, the Relief Society President came over for a visit. After telling her we are not members and are not interested, we continued to receive invitations to church functions.

Funny story goes along with that meeting...during conversation with the RSP, she told us we'd get along well with the neighbor on the corner because they smoke and drink too! Were we smoking or drinking while talking to her? No. Did we have a pack of cigarettes in our hand? No. Did we offer her a cigarette or drink? No. So, if you're not a member then you automatically smoke and drink? YA...that's the mentality of the (active) Mormons in that town. To be fair, she probably saw us out smoking many times before she actually dropped by, however did we ever stand outside with a beer or bottle of Crown? No. Just because we smoke doesn't mean we drink...I haven't had a drink in over 4 years!

The story gets better though....when she introduced herself to our neighbors next door, she told them they would get along great with us because we smoke and drink just like them! SERIOUSLY! AND...it gets even better. My madre works at a popular warehouse store and she told me about this lady who was at her register and mentioned something about Nibley Garden Estates (the name of our neighborhood) so my mom (being the social butterfly that she is) told her that her daughter and son inlaw just moved in that neighborhood. The RSP told her she knew everyone that lived there, what were our names. My mom told her she wouldn't know us, we had literally just moved in and hadn't met any neighbors yet. The RSP told her, she had met EVERYONE. So my mom told her our names and she was all "YA I met them". Then she asked her if we were "members"(only in Utah). My mom told her I WAS (bullshit) and she wasn't sure about Jory. Then the RSP told my Mother that we would get along really well with neighbors on the corner! OF COURSE she didn't tell her why...just that we would get along! LOL! What a bitch!

Anyway the only Mormons we have seen here tried to drop by our house to make sure I was serious when I mailed my RESIGN FROM YOUR CRAZY ASS CHURCH letter. We were out smoking when they drove up, I was in my comfy clothes, translation: shorts, tank top no bra. I don't normally let people see me with no bra...the girls could poke an eye out! So I tossed my smoke and ran inside to get a jacket. My psychic ability told me it was the missionaries coming to talk me out of my resignation. By the time I got back to the front door Jory was coming in, he confirmed it was the missionaries and he told them we weren't interested and NEVER is a good time for them to come back. LOL! I love him.

I've gone on too long...point is, Don't let the Fear Keep you Down!

2 Weeks Away

Remember when you were a kid. Did you make lists of toys you wanted for your birthday or Xmas? I did...I never got what I wanted but I made lists every year. My Xmas list was the best, I would cut the picture out of the catalog and tape it to my list. Or I would just put paper markers in the page of the catalog and circle the items I wanted. Again, I never got anything I circled or put on my list. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying...I wasn't spoiled. I think my mom is gift giving challenged. Most of my friends have heard the story about each of us kids getting ketchup for Xmas a few years ago. Yeah, Ketchup! We tell her not to get us anything, just having dinner together is good enough for us, but she likes giving us stuff even if it's just stuff. Don't get me wrong, we used the ketchup and the mustard and relish, not to mention the carpet cleaner has lasted for at least 3 years now! Anyway, since I'm running out of things to blog about I figured I would make a Birthday List, fully expecting to not receive anything on my list, but just because it's fun to make the list.

Here's my List of 31 things for my 31st birthday:

1. Mongoose MGX Atlas Women's Mountain Bike or similar

2. Pet Carrier for bikes...the girls have to come with me!

3. Nikon D40x 10.2 MP Digital SLR Camera or similar

4. Sony PlayStation 3

5. Panasonic PV-GS500 4PM 3CCD MiniDV Camcorder with 12x Optical Image Stabilized Zoon or similar

6. Sonic Impact IF1 Speaker System (for my iPod)

7. Outback Chair CCH-237 Charleston Rope Chair

8. Toyota Highlander Hybrid

9. Toyota Prius

10. Ford Escape Hybrid

11. IKEA Gift Card

12. Target Gift Card

13. Joanne's Gift Card

14. Michael's Gift Card

15. Best Buy Gift Card

16. Bed Bath & Beyond Gift Card

17. Linens-N-Things Gift Card

18. Walmart Gift Card

19. Tattoo Money

20. Home Depot Gift Card

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30.

31.

I thought it would be fun making this list, but I can't have what I really want and the other items I do want are a little expensive. It's hard to come up with 31 things...I guess my Amazon Wish List has more then 31 items, but that would be boring to copy and paste all of them over here.

I'm bored and over it. Peace Out!

FUCK OFF!

I'm tired of ASSHOLES who call me because their computer is frozen. Computer basics people...press and hold the damn POWER button until it powers off!

I'm tired of the BITCHES telling me they can't log into our benefits website when right next to the log in box it has a I FORGOT MY PASSWORD link. DON'T CALL ME BITCHES! I don't support that damn website!

I'm tired of the FUCKERS who demand I fix their Lotus Notes because they are not seeing their new emails when CLEARLY it says they have 41 emails in their inbox. HEY FUCKERS, see that scroll bar on the right, USE IT!

I'm tired of the CRACKHEAD customers who call in to verify their order was received when they can CLICK ON THE FUCKING VIEW ORDERS tab and see for themselves!

I'm tired of FUCKTARDS who call to ask how to do their FUCKING jobs!

FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU!

For Pedro

I'm glad you're still here.

I love you like a brother and would be devistated if you had gone.

{BIG HUGE HUG}

Muchas enchiladas for you!

Carrot Top - From Skinny to Steroids!

When is someone going to tell Carrot Top aka Scott Thompson to
PUT THE STEROIDS DOWN!

Before Steroids

Now

Here's some more video showing a few from Before and After

My Three Tattoos (so far)

We're having some internet issues so this post is going to be short, otherwise I will the connection again.

These are my first three tattoos, so many more to come.

My first tattoo is a cresent moon and star on my big left toe.

I know it's not the best picture, but you get the idea. This one

was done in 1994, by a guy named Crayola Boy Nick in Logan, UT.

My 2nd is a Trippy Rainbow Butterfly on my left ankle.

Nick also did this one, in 1995 I think.

This is my 3rd, HugeMungus Butterfly on my back.
This was taken after my first sitting, in 1994.

Second sitting, the outline filled in.
I don't have pictures from the 4 other sittings.
Well I thought I did, but I can't find them.

This was taken a month ago.

The artist and I had a disagreement on colors.

Needless to say, he didn't do the best he could

because the color choices weren't his idea so he

turned my butterfly into a mess. I never went back.

I've been searching for someone to finish it.

Can't Count Me Anymore!

I thought this was done years ago, however this past July I found a crazy site while surfing that gives the exact instructions on how to really get your name removed from their records. I followed the directions and finally a few months later, it's official!

I am no longer a member of The Church of Jesus Christos and the Lying pSychos!

For those of you not aware of my "Mormon" membership...when I was of the tender age of 8, my parents told me I had to go to church the next two Sundays. I didn't understand, I had never been church my entire life, that I remembered. I cried and asked why. My mom told me that in order to get baptised I had to go to church at least twice. Even at that young age I knew that seemed too easy and totally pointless. Why do I need to get baptised if I'm never going to go to that church again? All kids get baptised at 8, she told me. It would wash away all my sins and I could start a new. That part freaked me out, because I was sure that if I made a mistake afterwards I was for sure going to Hell. I remember continuing to protest and pouting A LOT when Sunday came around and I had to put on "church clothes" meaning a dress and go sit silently why people talked about crazy shit.

I don't remember much about the actual baptism just that I was scared about this guy dunking me and holding me under water...hello I could totally drown!

Anyway...needless to say we didn't go to church after that. Shortly there after I started to question my belief in god or at least the Mormon's version. There were all these questions and no one willing to answer them. So I pronounced myself "Not a Mormon" at about 13 years old.

Now I'm officially Free!

MISS Foundation From Helplessness to Hope

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In a Mood

This happens when I'm overly concerned and consumed by the state of my friend. I think it's been confused in the past and I was actually diagnosed Bipolar. I'm not in denial or anything but from going the last 7 years without Prozac, Lithium, Clorozepate or Depakote I'm pretty sure it had to be a bad diagnosis....is it possible to cure bipolar disorder? I don't think so. Have short term bouts of the disorder? I doubt it. I'm not denying that I have big time depression, there's no doubt about that and it's not just because of losing Jack. I've dealt with depression my entire life. One of my doctors actually had me go tanning in the winter because my depression would get so bad with no sun in the sky. I've been crippled by depression, months on end without leaving the house. I once lost 40 pounds in 30 days for not eating because I never really got out of bed. It was shortly after that incident that I was diagnosed. The psychiatrist described me as wild and obviously wired, she asked me if I was high on speed. I wasn't. She took me into her bathroom and showed me how dilated my pupils were in the mirror. I feel like that person when I'm at work. It's become a place I hate so much, I'm either holding back tears thinking about Jack all day or I'm a crackhead energizer bunny who can't help but be funny, while picking on others. I don't really like that person, she laughs and inside I cry because I'm not happy and I don't know why I can't just be. I can't wait to get home to vegetate in my comfort zone. Every show I seem to watch is now obsessed with death of a baby story lines. Grey's Anatomy had 3 in a row, the last one I remembered was the still born baby. Brothers and Sisters is dealing with Tommy's wife having twins and both were not going to make it unless they made a choice and save the girl, so William the baby boy died. Now Kitty having a miscarriage. Or tonight on Lisa Williams, she did a reading for a mother who lost her 6 year old son, he told her he was coming back, that his sister was pregnant and he was coming back through her. I believe in Lisa Williams, she's fucking amazing. It confirms my beliefs in Reincarnation...you never really know for us, as it is faith, but it really confirmed it for me. Does that mean that Jack could come back if we got pregnant again? Sure. It's not like we would name our next son Jack or anything, another baby is not going to replace him, that's not what it's about. But the reminder that it's possible does something for my heart...I'm not sure what. I'm not saying it heals my heart any not even a tiny bit, but it does something for it. I know this post is all over the place, that's what happens when I'm in this mood. There is no name for this mood, other then i recognize it like an old friend, not one I really like, but one that I remember. One that I thought was long gone. One that I didn't really care to meet again. But this too shall pass. This old friend, the mood also gives me the balls to post this without reading it over and over a hundred times to make sure I made sense, spelled everything right, Capitalized all sentence starting words and don't forget those i's. I lied, I just re-read the last two sentences. I'm done.

I Miss My Friend

Where to begin? For my regular readers this post won't be so crazy but for anyone new, this might get a little confusing.

It's impossible to not post about something that is so much a part of my life but yet it's something I have always chosen not to write about at length. During times like these, I can't help but write a little otherwise my brain might explode.

Someone could seriously make a bundle off my life story because it becomes more and more like a soap opera on Acid. If I was a good enough writer I'd do it myself and Jory and I would be able to retire early and travel the world.

So it comes down to this, I have a friend who's sick. There are times when I don't know how to help her. There are times when she's sick and she doesn't know it. These are the hardest times because there's nothing worse than helplessness. It's a waiting game. Normally the good times out weight the bad, but this past year has been all bad. I'm scared that my friend won't have good times again. I'm scared that her worst fear is the inevitable. They say the longer she is sick, the harder it is to get better and the chance that she won't increases every day.

I rest tonight because she is safe. Tomorrow the nightmare will continue.

Shout Out Saturday

I'm sorry, but I only have 20 minutes to post or I'll miss the deadline so it's another last minute post idea. If I get stumped on Saturday nights I'll be giving a shout out to blogs I love.

Tonight's shout out is for my brother Jason. He and my new sister in law, Pim recently moved to Singapore (she's from Thailand) and he started blogging so we could all follow his new life in a strange far away land.

It's been AWESOME reading about their travels and seeing Singapore in a whole new light with his regular photos and videos of tuk tuk, bike and cable car rides.

Following his blog is like being along for the ride. To see how cheap it would be to travel around, makes it all the more exciting and I can't wait to plan our first trip over there. I don't know if it will be next year, but soon, very soon!

So go and check out my brother Jason's Blog "Life in Sing" and you too, can go along for the ride!

Foto Friday

Halloween 2007

I know, what a lack-luster post and they're not even good photos. I was working on a post while at work, but didn't finish and I know I won't finish before midnight so I'll save it for another day.

The Mothership has Landed

The other day Jory and I were watching VH1 Classic and what did we hear? LED ZEPPELIN is going to play again in LONDON! AAAAND there's a sweepstakes giving away tickets including airfare and hotel for TWO! No Fucking Way! So do we need to venture a guess at what Joey has been doing every day since? Entering the contest a gazillion times a day!

I'm totally freaking out! I would do ANYTHING to win. Absolutely ANYTHING. So if you hear of a particular radio show that is giving out tickets, you should call and win them and give them to me. I know it's asking a lot but Come On People...no one deserves to win these tickets more then me!

I have LED ZEPPELIN flowing through my veins! I sleep, eat and drink Led Zeppelin. No one is a bigger fan then me! I MUST WIN!

The BIGGEST problem...as if life would go the way I want it, just once...is I don't have a passport. You have to have a passport to win, and from the official passport website, it says it can take 2-3 weeks from the date of application. There is a way to get one faster but only if you have a travel emergency and I'm not sure this would qualify? I guess I better get my butt in gear and head to the post office and apply for my passport, maybe just maybe things will go my way.

Not getting my hopes up though.

UPDATE:

The concert has been delayed two weeks to December 10th because silly Jimmy broke a finger! Gives me more time to get a passport!

All Hallows Eve

This is my all time favorite holiday. Last year was the one and only year I did not celebrate Halloween...for obvious reasons. In fact, I worked until midnight and had one of the most miserable days of my life. I hated that Halloween had changed for me, forever. This year, I've tried to take it back and "do it" for Jack. Can't say that will happen for any other holiday. Christmas will still suck this year, technically had Jack been born on his due date, this would have been his first Christmas. Last year was horrible because I would have been 9 months pregnant on Xmas Eve, instead I wasn't pregnant anymore and my son had died. But that's my life.

Anyway, this is sort of a lame post. I'm off work in 29 minutes and I can't wait to get home, turn on the lights and wait to hand out candy. Arizona is big on the Trunk or Treat things so I'm not actually sure we'll have any kids come out. One can hope.

Happy Haunting!