Crunch

My typical Friday evenings, for probably the last 8 years or so (I like routine) has been dinner out with the fam. Because I don't see them enough or anything. And I'm guaranteed one day a week to see Hitlter and Ava's dynamic duo...getting a boo and baby fix. Some Friday's things change- I might have different plans, Hitler or the parentals might be up to something. This Friday I was going to dine out with Hitler and Ava and the boys, and the parents were to go out with Bobo, his little wifey, their little babykins, and wifey's parents who are visiting from Idaho.

I get to mom's house at my usual time, to drop off Fatty (because he doesn't stay home alone, and goes where ever I go, it's a mess, I know, but I embrace). I head out to go to Hitler's. In the driveway, my phone rings. It's mom. "Did you take the stuff off the table to take to Hitler's?" Which I didn't because I didn't know I needed to. Go in and get a 4-pack of juice for the baby. Obviously this is very important juice. I grab, I get in the car, and I back out of the driveway.

CRUNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pull back into the driveway. The kid across the street...he and I backed into each other. Fucking fabulous. I text Hitler there might be a delay. I walk up to the kid, I see a on the bumper, driver side, a decent dent. I ask if he's okay and what not, and point to the dent. He said no- that I hit him on the other side. He's got a black car- and I see all white paint on the side of his bumper. He said he wants to get his mom. I said fine. I call my dad to get in the front, with a run down of what just occurred. Kid's mom looks at the car, starts touching the white painted bumper, and the paint is just wiping off. I go to look at my car... the bumper has a giant black hickey and my tail light is busted. YAY! So kid's mom decides to call hubby. She comes back and says hubby just wants to exchange info, in case a claim needs to be filed, and he's a lawyer. Dad looks at me..."L, call the cops". So I ring, give the low down again. Meanwhile my phone is going bonkers with texts from Hitler and Bobo... asking what's going on and what not. Blah, blah, blah...

The cop comes about 30min later. Nice and timely. Pro- he's cute. After taking our info, he says basically- damages are $100-200 on each car, a police report isn't really needed, because there's no real damage and no injuries...however if we want one, he'll file one, if we want to handle this on our own that's fine too. Meanwhile the kid's lawyer dad comes home. He said he's fine without filing a report, exchanging information, in case a claim needs to be filed, then the info's had. To which my dad said that he wants an official report if there's talk of claim filing in the future. I'm staying quiet, lawyer dad is irking me...Then the LD said that he hasn't had a chance to test drive the car for internal damages and doesn't want to say that there won't be a claim, because we can't see what's going on under the bumper...and that my damage is just cosmetic.

Cosmetic??? My fucking tail light is busted and I have a giant black scratch... The kid wiped off all the white paint and you can't even tell he was bumped. Fuck you dude....But I'm taking the silent approach and keeping the lips sealed, because with that comment, I was ready to flip, and in turn, make things much worse.

Meanwhile, while all this is going on..all I could think about was "If I hadn't gone back for that fucking juice that's been sitting on the table for a week that mom couldn't take to Hitler's herself, because driving a mile was too much out of the way...none of this would have happened".

So we file a police report...mom and dad leave for their dinner with the golden boy bobo. Hitler's texting..."what's going on" "you coming up here" " you want food" "you want us to bring you back something"... Police report-no-no-no. Dad calls less then 5min after he leaves..."what's going on". I inform I'm filling out the change of information form-he flips. Tells me not to give any info, blah, blah , blah. I try to calmly explain that this is needed for the official police report, blah, blah, blah. Report completed- kid drives off to where ever he's little 19yr old self has to go, I go back into mom's house. I'm too irked and pissed to eat.

Around 830, mom and dad walk in. Mom looks at the table "You didn't take the juice to Hitler????"

FUCK THE GODDAMN JUICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! IT'S BECAUSE OF THE FUCKING JUICE I GOT INTO THE FUCKING ACCIDENT!!!!!!!!!!!

Calmly I say no- didn't go anywhere, irked, blah, blah, blah. Mom replies with a disappointed "Oh" followed by "let's watch buffy!!!" Turn on Buffy and catch the last 30min of the episode. And I go home.

Today I go to mom's to drop of Fatty, again. Boo and I have a "boo date" to see Gnomeo and Juliet. Plus Sunday's I'm at mom's anyways. What's sitting on the table still?? The fucking juice. Yesterday Dad went to watch Boo's 3 yr old baseball practice...did he take the juice with him?? Noooooo.....but this juice was soooo important Friday night, that I had to come back for it. Apparently it's not so important that Dad needed to bring it with him to the park. When I leave to go to Hitler's to get my stud for the date...I grab the goddamned fucking juice. Just the site kinda pisses me off. I bring it to Hitler's. I drop it on the counter "here's the fucking juice that ruined my Friday night"....

Fucking juice.

Rock out, juicy.

Self torture, it's really the best kind.

Remember many moons ago, when I actually used to frequent this space and tell odd quirky little stories?? Yeah, me too. Remember me telling you about my love of Zombies?? Well, I did something stupid last night. I'll let you guess what it involves.......

Before I get to the real story at hand, let me digress with a little back story...

I've discovered a while back, a new author. She's self published her books on Amazon for kindle. And we all know how much I love the kindle. It started last August when I plowed through her My Blood Approves Series. Hello...it's about Vampires. I love vampires. (DUH!) She had another series about trolls, and I was on the fence about reading it. I mean, it's trolls...who wants to read about trolls?? I downloaded a sample and discovered, apparently, that I wanted to read about trolls. I read the first 2 books rapidly just before Christmas. Then I had to wait for the third book. I stalked goodreads.com and Amazon..waiting, and waiting, and waiting. Then two weeks ago, the third book was available. I read it... in one sitting. I needed to know what happened and how things ended. I mean, I love me some trolls. Out of her 8 published books and 1 novella- I've read everything. Everything but 1 book. Hollowland.

And this brings us to the tale of torture....

My list of big bad fears, that I have minimal tolerance for, in no particular order: Clowns, Aliens, Zombies, Apocolyptic doom/end of the world topics.

What is Hollowland about?? The end of the world- a rampant spreading virus creating zombie-esque people. Fucking zombies. Two of my 'big bads' in one book. But I like the author, and I really like what I've read so far. I figured, for 99cents, I'll get Hollowland and polish off the rest of her written work. I mean, everything else has been really good, and I really like her, and it couldn't be that bad could it?? The answer. Yes. Yes it could.

Tuesday night, I cozy up on the couch and start reading Hollowland. And the zombies start in right away. Joy. But I push through...How many zombie attacks can the book have?? Not too many right?? Hahahaha...foolish me...I was wrong. About a third of the way into the book, and numerous attacks later, I'm feeling nauseous. I'm nervous, twitchy, and envisioning the end of the world for myself, my home being broken into by zombies wanting to kill me. My imagination goes into overdrive. I contemplate quitting the book. I don't think I can take much more zombie action.

Luckily, Ms M calls me, and I have a chat, and a short break from the book. As we chatted, I clould feel myself calming down.

After the call- what do I do?? I start reading again. Quickly the panic and fear is back. I decided, I'm just going to keep pushing through. I just need a little bit of a happy ending, let the goal of the main character be acheived. Well, the happy ending doesn't really come until three quarters of the way through the book. And by that point in time-the zombie business has stopped (characters are in a quarrantine/safetey zone), so I do what any rational person does- I finish the book. Hoping and praying that in the last quarter of the book there isn't a big zombie attack, and because I don't know if I can handle a second day of reading.

While I relocated from the couch to the bed, to finish the book...I start to hear something that's not in my bedroom. Do I research the sound or assume it's my imagination going crazy again? What doesn't help is that I have my humidifier going (thanks to germy colds), so there's a constant source of white noise. I decide to get out of bed to investigate, with the over active mind thinking about zombies. Luckily it was just the TV that was on...I'm guessing I didn't turn it off, that or it's Poltergeist, but I can't worry about that at the moment. I can only stress about one scare at a time. Zombies or ghosts that possess clowns....it's too much.

So I turn off the TV, go back to bed, around 11/1130 I finish the book and then promptly go to sleep. What a restful night of sleep it was. My dreams where filled with zombies and me trying to escape them. Around 4am I woke up thinking that my alarm was going off, but I was just halucinating. I thought the faint sound of music was maybe my TV again, but there was no TV glow to be seen in the living room. No need for me to get out of bed and risk getting pulled under by a zombie. For a good 30minutes I must have laid there thinking I was hearing music or some inhumane sound coming from various parts of my house or from the outside. I was feeling sick to my stomach again and pissed that I read the damn book.

When I did get up for work, it was awfully dark in the house, with everything closed up. I was moving very cautiously, waiting for a zombie attack. Luckily there was nothing lurking around. I sat at my computer desk, ready to get to work, out of the corner of my eye, out the window, I can see the small palms sway. They scare the bejesus out of me. The whole day, when ever anything moved outside, or people walked by my first thought: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!! ZOMBIES!!!!!!!!! Eventually I calmed down. I mean, I know zombies aren't real, and they aren't going to attack me, and if they are, they sure as hell aren't going to be as moving as fast as something of things I saw move about outside.

The book ended with the possiblity of a sequel. No matter how badly I want to know the real final, final end...I'm not going to read it. I can't handle anymore zombie panic. The mental anguish, feeling like I'm going to throw up at any second. OY!!! Kudos to me for being a moron and thinking it wasn't going to be that bad and I could handle it. Hahahahahaha!!!

Rock out, with your self induced tortured cock out....

A letter to my neighbor...

Dear Neighbor-

We've been neighbors for almost 6 years....You quietly living in the condo below mine. And for the most part it's been ideal. This past summer, though, something rather disturbing has happened.

I know that your daughter has fallen on hard times. She's been unemployed for over a year, after losing her business. And she lost her (million dollar) home. Forcing her to move in with you, bringing the darling grandkids along. You home is bursting at the seams, what was once a home for one is now a (temporary) home for four. You plan lengthy vacations to get away from the chaos. Lucky you.

However, I do not get the luxury of escaping. This is my home, I work and live here. I can't just escape like a retired person for months on end. Quite frankly, when you do leave, the noise that erupts from below, in your condo, is very loud. There is fighting, yelling, doors slamming, and my most favorite...SCREECHING.

I've actually been woken up at 145am, on a school night, to screeching and yelling. An argument occurring between your precious, darling granddaughter and your daughter regarding bed time, school, and morning routines. There has been many nights where the screeching is almost constant. Pair this with the constant door slamming, and I start to see red.

I contemplate my options.

Should I talk to you about the noise level? Now, I know I'm not the quietest, and my dog does bark. The difference between my barking dog and your screeching precious 10 year old granddaughter, my dog is instinctual. He reacts to sites and sounds first, before knowing what the cause is...and no matter how hard I try, he doesn't always respond to logical thoughts. Your precious baby, however, can.

Maybe I should call the police about noise level disturbances. And frequently.

My favorite option: PUNCH THE FUCKING KID IN THE FACE!!!

Happy new year!

Kisses-
~L

English, it's her second language.

Ahhhh the Oma. Glorious things tend to occur when I'm with her. Whether it be racial comments, or the fact that I haven't created any self inflicted wounds, or the misuse of words.

Oma likes to mispronounce things. You can tell it's intentional because she's say the word three times. She thinks it's funny and cute, when, really, its annoying as all hell. Sometimes the mispronounce is actually legit. Case in point, the word humping.

My uncle was walking all stiff, and I asked what was wrong. Oma says he's done nothing buy hump for the last three days, he's humping everywhere in the house, he's stiff and he humps. My uncle I just look at each other for a moment, he says he thinks he has heel spurs.

When Oma and I leave the house for the the Saturday romp, she's still talking about the humping and that my uncle should go to the doctor to see what can be done to stop the humping. I told her nicely that the word she wants to use is 'limping' and that humping means something entirely different. (At that moment, I'm praying that she doesn't ask me what). She told me that I was wrong, the word is hump. He humps around the house. I asked if she means 'hobbles" and that he's hobbling around the house. In which hobble/limping would still be better words to use and not humping.

Oma gives me a mean little sideways glance and says "I don't know!! You know English is not my first language, I didn't start learning it until 1952 or 1953!!"

Apparently I hit a nerve.

I guess speaking the language primarily for the last 50 years doesn't mean anything to vocabulary.

After that she changed the topic to politics, her hatred for China and the stupid drunk redneck (aka Georger W), and how she feels bad for the black guy (aka Obama).

Rock out, humping.

Seriously, I should do stand up.

I know, it's been forever again. But we are going to pretend that is hasn't been. It's easier that way.

Tuschka and I were chatting books the other day. Amazon's been like one giant freebie lately with some of the books. I love me some books, I love me some books that are free even more. Even if the book sucks, it's still not bad because it's FREE. There seems to be themes to the free books. We snatched up a bunch of dirty smutty books a while back. And then there were some period pieces- like 1800's or so. Now there's a bunch of Jesus books.

I downloaded a couple of "Christian" lit books, unbeknownst to me that they were all "Lordy Jesus". The first one I read- The Apothecary's Daughter- actually wasn't all that bad. I thought for sure my eyes were going to burn out of my head for partaking in a Jesus book, but it didn't get all God-y until the end when the main character was praying for the health of loved ones and for help in a bad situation. I can deal with that.

After reading Jesus book #1, I had to insure my position in the hand basket, and read some 2 (soon to be 3) book series about a psychic/time rewinder, and then a weird ass, yet stupid, paranormal smut book with a fabulous title: The Ghost Shrink, the Accidental Gigolo, and the Poltergeist Accountant.

Now I'm reading Jesus book #2, A Bride Most Begrudging. Set in colonial America with a fiesty daughter of an Earl and a stubborn tobacco farmer. Now with all there stubbornness and head butting, this would make for great smut. Cold, crass, colonial sex. But since the Lord is involved, it's not going to happen. AND it's not considered "Christian Lit" it's "Inspirational Lit". This is book is very into the Praise Jesus; Lord, God Above; Sweet heavenly Father. I'm going to die.

Yesterday I was giving Tuschka the low down on the new Lordy Jesus. At that point in time it wasn't so bad....then I read a bit more and we were quoting actual scripture. Holy hell. I text Tuschka asap.

Me: they just quoted the bible- complete with scripture. Psalms 9:16
Tuschka: Yikes!
M: Word. If it gets much worse, I might not finish.
T: Poor L!!!!
M: word...........tis a sad sad day. L 11:5
T: hahahahaha.

Now tell me- is that not funny?? Seriously- that is some funny stuff. I kill me. It's like my Mary Magdalene. I'm a genius with the religious joke. I need to do a routine all around that.

Oma would be so proud.

Incase you're curious, there's more bible quoting and reading and commenting of all things Jesus and God. I would quit, but now I'm almost done. Might as well just suck it up and just finish it.

Rock out, with your bible.

And just where do I think I've been???

Where the hell have I been you might ask?? Nowhere special for the most part. I have found that working from home with no real interaction with coworkers makes for a very dull life. Sure I email Meanie, Skank, PPE, and even Captain Quirk…but it’s not the same as actually working with said peeps (well, for those that live in the same state as me) and creating hijinx.

So where to begin? Since I haven’t said two words since April, I feel like there’s a lot to say, but in some ways not that much at all. The only thing I can think of is recapping, random frontish.

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Babies…

I’m not talking about the movie here, but I might as well be. Babies are the theme this year. “Friends” on FB are in the process of spawning left and right. I believe there are 5 little ones that have either made their appearance or will be making one this year by September.

At Easter it was announced that Hitler and Ava will be adding another one to their little brood. The new nubbin is to arrive in November. We were wishing and hoping for a girl, but goddamn Ava and his y-sperm, it’s another boy.

I told Hitler there’s always China, and she might want to start working on that now, so she has a girl in the next couple of years, and not when Boo and #2 are teenagers. She’ll be too old to deal with another baby by then.

Then a couple of weeks ago Bobo and SIL made their announcement that she’s expecting, and estimating a late January due date. This week at her doctor’s appointment she was told she was 12 weeks, and not we are holding out again for a girl to arrive the first week of February.

C’MON GIRL!!!!

Now we come to Miss Skankolicious. I think I might have said she was knocked up earlier, frankly I can’t remember, and even more frankly, I’m not checking past blogs to see if I did. SKANK IS KNOCKED UP!!! She’s currently 38weeks pregnant with the Beast Part Deux. She’s having a boy, and currently, in utero, they are guessing he’s over 10lbs. My vagina hurts every time I talk to her.

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I got a Visitor!

I have been loved in June. My fellow Jewish Princess, Tuschka, came to visit me for ten whole days. It was glorious. Except for one thing that totally sucked ass. I couldn't get the week off from work. No worries, I'll just work a bit in the morning, while she sleeps, relocate to the parental household for some pool time, go out at night, and work in the morning again. Easy peasy right??? WRONG!!!

Work was a disaster at the start of the week. Apparently a 'quickie' training phone call with me to do some new stuff doesn't work so well. Especially when I'm not given all the information I need. So I do all this stuff wrong, and then sites are ready to go live and guess who has to scramble for 3 days fixing shit that wasn't known??? ME!!! So Tuschka spent a lot of alone time in the pool, while I worked. I felt bad.

The week before she came out and the week after her visit....FUCKING DEADER THAN A DOORNAIL. So doesn't that just figure.

At least we got a couple of things accomplished. 1) Grand Canyon and Sedona 2) ECLIPSE 3) Sunburn 4) New washing machine. All will be explained in a few moments...

I'm glad that Tuschka came out. She got to meet some of my peeps at the movies, put some faces to names. It was good hanging out together, it was almost like college all over again, but in a bigger space.

Tushcka and I watched lots of movies. The main feature being Pride and Prejudice with the dishy Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. That is supposed to be the best P&P, and so we had to watch. This P&P version was FIVE HOURS LONG!!!! FIVE!!!! And a mini series on the BBC, where each and every chapter of P&P was played out, not a thing left out. Granted it was more entertaining than the book, but there was no way we were going to watch 5 hours of a boring ass movie. So we did it like Cliffnotes, after about 2 hours, and fast forwarded to the good bits and anything with the Darcy. I didn't quite get the Darcy appeal until seeing him 'live and in person' by way of Mr. Firth. He's very enjoyable, in the brooding/mysterious sort of way.

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Sunburn! OUCH!!

So, I got a lovely burn while lounging in the pool for 30 minutes with Tuschka. And it was localized in one spot. The one spot I didn't put sunscreen on. The back of my legs. From my ankles to the just under the butt cheeks, were very, very pink. And it hurt. Naturally. When did it hurt the most you might ask?? When I had to pee. Hard toilet seat and burnt ass not so fun.

It was even more fun when I started peeling. Then I was a flaky ass. FUN!!

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Grand Canyon

Overlapping part of Tuschka's trip was a visit from my cousin, who resides in TN. We all got along smashingly. We laughed a lot. It was a quick little trip...heading up to the Canyon on Saturday, staying in Flagstaff for the night, and then driving to Sedona on Sunday, on our way back to Phoenix.

While in the Canyon we saw some elk. Let me tell you, elk are HUGE. Way bigger than I had actually anticipated. And we saw some deer.

We also saw people being stupid idiots and I was waiting for them to fall off the edge.

We dined that night at this little 60s diner called The Galaxy. I had a great banana shake and a mediocre meal. If you decided to go to the Canyon and stay in Flag and want a kitchy place to eat on Rt 66, find the Galaxy. But stick to the ice cream stuff. that would be better.

In Sedona we did a jeep tour. Tuschka almost got popped out of the jeep!! Haha!!! It was really interesting. Our guide, Larry, talked about the formation of the red rock, gave us some geology and history lessons. And we got some great pictures.

Lunch in Sedona was a mexican place where the outside seating was on the roof, and you had great views of red rocks. It was purdy. We went strolling into a couple shops after. There was a fudge shop...OMG!!! It smelled so, so, so good but I was so full from lunch that I didn't buy anything, which I regret. But I did get a mango shake on the way out. Holy crazy good batman.

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ECLIPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Speaking of delicious. That movie...and Edward...It was fabulous. Tuschka and I saw it 3 times that week. Midnight show, IMAX, and once again because we heard that Eclipse cast members were showing up in theaters, and we went to the show where someone was supposed to be...

Anyways, the movie. It was fabulous, it did not disappoint. I need to see it some more before it goes away. Which will be a sad, sad day. Until I get it on DVD.

And Edward....there were a couple of times I had to refrain myself from licking the screen. So delish.

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Home Improvements.

Still doing improvements around the house. The last 2 projects: kitchen ceiling and plantation shutters.

I had a nice big tree outside my unit that I really enjoyed. I could see it reflected in the mirrors over the fireplace, it felt like I had the outside in. The tree gave good shade from the late afternoon sun. Then the condo idiots decided to trim it up, and I had no more tree, practically. And I knew that my living room was going to roast. I stopped at Homey and ordered me up some shutters for the windows/skylights. Now I live in a cave. Which I also like. It makes me want to nap, when I come out of the office and it's all dark in the living room, and I have to work. But it was a great little investment, and not too horribly expensive.

The project I feared the most turned out to be the least problematic project I had done. Go figure. There were no surprises, other than there not being any problems.

The drop ceiling was ripped out, the new lights that Meaning helped me pick out when up, painting, did a decorated trim, and a vinyl boarder. It's like a new kitchen. I couldn't be happier.

I thought I was done with new things. Got the shutters, the new kitchen lighting, and I was going to start putting money away again. Then my washer broke while Tuschka was here. So I went out to Lowes and got me a new one. My delivery options: Thursday PM or Friday AM/PM, or anytime after that. I took Friday AM, that way if Thursday was a light day, we wouldn't have to hang around waiting for the delivery guys we could go swim. Well, I should have done Thursday...if I did I wouldn't have gotten sunburn, and the bastards didn't show up until 2pm!!!! I was sooo pissed. What pissed me off even more was I essentially had no work on Friday, and Tuschka and I could have played the whole day. Instead, we waited for Lowes. Super annoyed. But my washer's pretty and it works.

The week after that got in, I have another little something starting to die on me. My TV!!!! Seriously. This is ridiculous.

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Travels

I'm currently writing to you from my hotel room in the burbs of Hotlanta. I'm doing a little work travel. Getting more training. In May, I was trained for a new little diddy for work. Then I got a 5 minute call for a second part on the new bit that I then royally fucked up. So now, I'm getting more training. However. I really don't think I've learned anything. When discussing my getting more training, the trainer said "I need at least 2 weeks"...WTF??? TWO WEEKS??? The sup said to do one week and see where we stand after that. What sort of training have I gotten?? Not much. I got a binder with forms and what they should look like, and how to enter them. That's it. Did I get any work to apply my 'new knowledge'? Not really. This is going to be a cluster fuck waiting to happen....AGAIN. Most of my day was listening to my trainer complain about our incompetent partners and how they keep sending over garbage that we can't work with. And basically, it's all greek to me. So. This was a great week for learning.

I haven't done much of anything but train, and go back to the hotel. I was going to go out and see somethings or wander around a bit. But the 3 hour time difference is throwing me for a loop...and there's not really much to see where I'm at. But I did stop at the grocery store so I could get sandwhich stuff for dinners at the hotel, instead of eating out the whole week. While I was cruising down the snack aisle, a saw a BIG.FAT.COCKROACH!!!! I about died.

Also, MSN posted a story about the new uprising of bed bugs. Not good for the slight germaphobe that I already am. I mean, I can't walk barefoot in a hotel to begin with. And I get wigged out thinking about the nastieness that already transpired in the room. Now I have to look out for fucking bed bugs. Thanks MSN, you're a peach!!

What will make this week in Atlanta worth it will happen tomorrow!!! When I leave for the airport, in 17hours, instead of boarding a plane to Phoenix, I will be heading to Pittsburgh to see my dearest PPE and his TWAH!!! This will be soo fabulous!! We have some fun things planned, like seeing a movie in the gardens at night, I'm going to be cooking dinners, going out to lunch (Panera and sushi!!), seeing some movies (ECLIPSE!!!!), PPE loves to watch the scaries with me, so I'll be a flailing queen. I can't wait to get on that plane and see him.

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GLEE!!!!!!!!

One of the best things I could have done was getting tickets to the GLEE! concert with Meanie. It was like the show, happening live and on stage. It was AMAZING!!! I couldn't stop singing or smiling. I was being excited. Meaning had fun too. I took a bunch of blurry pictures. And I'm wishing and hoping and praying that they do another concert again. I so want to go again. It was so much fun!!!

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Speaking of singing.

Have you heard about the Grease sing a long?? Guess who went?? ME!!!! Guess who sang a whole bunch??? ME!!!!! Guess who also repeated every movie line??????? ME!!!!!! Luckily I wasn't the only one there repeating lines, and the whole point was to sing. So. It was the most fun. Again. I lalalalalalove that movie. My little partners in crime: Meanie, CC, and CwJ. I wish it was running longer, I so want to see it again. Not that I don't have it home. But it's just not the same.

I wonder if there's a Danny Zuko/Edward Cullen hybrid out there??

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Sad news, with some happy

A little death in the family. One of the dogs had to be put down. Poor Miss Kami Lou. It was horrible and unexpected. She just wasn't right all of a sudden, and the vet said there was a tumor on her spleen. Usually they are benign, and you remove the spleen and the dog is fine. When they started the surgery, everything was not fine. And they called my aunt and uncle right away to tell them.

Kami started off with Ava. Ava moved in with Hitler and me, and she became my sleeping doggie. Then I moved out. She had ACL surgery, after Boo was born and needed to be in a home without stairs, and she went to my aunts for rehabbing. But Oma fell in love with Kami and didn't want to give her back. So that's where she stayed. She was happy and spoiled and loved even more than before, if that was even possible.

The loss of Kami was hard. So hard, in fact, that my aunt couldn't handle the house without her. They went and got themselves a puppy. A yellow lab, Katie. She's adorable and everything a new puppy is.

Jaeger, not a big fan of her's yet. He's tolerating her well enough though.

I really want Kami back though... She's one dog, that if I could have live forever, I would. She was just a really, really good dog. And Oma really, really misses her.

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Good reads

I'm a reading fiend, naturally. Some to look into: Actor and Housewife, Shannon Hale; Paging Aphrodite, Kim Green; Linger, Maggie Stiefvater. I've reread the Twilight, and some dirties.

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New Music

Check out: Eclipse Soundtrack; Brothers, Black Keys; Sigh No More, Mumford and Sons; Baby Darling Dollface Honey, Band of Skulls; Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers, The National; Boxer, the National; I and Love and You, The Avett Brothers.

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Okay. That's it. I can't think of anything else.

I'll try to not have a 5 month gap again.

OH!!!!! I TOTALLY FORGOT ONE BIG THING!!!!!! Guess who's filming near PPE in the Pittsburgh??? Mr Taylor "Wolf boy/Abs of steal" Lautner. Guess who's hoping to do a little stalking and get a picture from afar?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! ME!!!!! Wish me luck!!

Rock out, with your caught up cock out!!!

An Oma quote...

It's been quite some time since Oma said something that just makes me shake my head... Actually it hasn't been awhile, I just keep forgetting what she said.

I suck.

Anyways...

The Oma Quote:

For a Jewish woman, she really likes baseball.

Referring to my uncle's best friend taking his mom to the White Sox (VOMIT) home opener, with seats behind home plate, and they were seen on TV.

Apparently if you are Jewish you aren't supposed to like baseball, let alone a Jewish woman.