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Monday, June 30, 2003

Chipotle Craver

For wanting Chipotle so badly actually thinking of driving to Minneapolis for it.


Hindsight is 20/20. Sometimes it'd be nice if it weren't.

  • Was to meet Danielle & Ben at 6:30-7pm. Couldn't reach them, was in Maple Grove so crashed Dad's dinner party. Fun group of people.
  • Attempted to cleanse system by dousing internal organs with pineapple infused blue raspberry vodka.
  • Went uptown to meet Danielle & Ben at about 10pm.
  • Hung our hats at Williams Pub. Danielle forced us to do shots. Several.
  • Used to hang out at Williams when I was 21. The crowd is still 21. We are not.
  • Went back to D&B's. Ben said something about riding bikes around Lk Calhoun. In our underwear. Thankfully their bikes were too big for me. Unfortunately this means I attempted. Think Fear Factor meets the 3 Stooges.
  • Met friends at Sheiks. Had shirt on inside out after botched biking attempt. Positive this gave the wrong impression. Didn't care at the time. Do now.
  • Went to Becky's baby shower. Was really fantastic to see her - she's absolutely adorable. Also reunited with Jill and Sara - old friends are the best friends!
  • Drove to Mound armed with my liquor cabinet. Arrived with a lot of catching up to do. Caught up in good time.
  • Danced around and sang Baby Got Back. Started at Maynard's. You'll be shocked, but decided to move onto Fletcher's.
  • Eventually made it to Fletcher's. Eventually bar closed. Eventually ended up at Jill's house.
  • Ate rest of pizza and cookie dough. Tasted so good, think will actually make a cookie dough pizza sometime.
  • Woke up, went to breakfast, laid out in sun, played volleyball for 3 1/2 hours. Cannot stay out of dirt. Made serious attempt to refrain from diving but gave up after realizing attempts to abstain might actually be making the situation worse.
  • Sang karaoke. I'm extremely sorry to the Venue's patrons. Also, Happy Birthday Jake!
  • Went to work, rebooted server, fought with backups. Only good thing is have this afternoon off. Will jog, lay out in sun, and maybe sleep until can head to Minnetonka for some skiing and football action. Someday will actually take a weekend easy. Maybe in 2004.

  • Friday, June 27, 2003

    Ferrets For Sale...er... Free

    2 well behaved sweet lovable Ferrets are up for adoption to a loving home.

    Jazmine is almost 2 1/2 years old (born 2/7/01). She doesn't bite, she's mild mannered and great with kids. She's a snuggle bum.

    Asti is 1 year old (born 3/5/02). He also doesn't bite, but is much more active and playful than Jazmine.

    They're both up to date on their shots and excellent pets. Unfortunately I just don't have the time to devote to them and they need attention and love. They can be adopted together or alone as they're in separate cages now so would not miss each other. Both would come with their own cage and 4' x 3' playpen.

    Please e-mail me if you're interested or know anyone who might be - spread the word!

    Uptown Girl

    Am meeting my friend Danielle and her hubby Ben tonight for dinner and drinks. Am excited as haven't seen her since she was an unmarried single gal like me! Also has been about forever and a day since I went out on a weekend night in uptown. Berger reunites with the old stomping grounds, this could be dangerous :)

    Saturday is Becky's baby shower - can't wait to see her! And Mandy is coming up from Mankato so will likely spend afternoon drinking margaritas or other refreshing beverages at Jill's. Will try to avoid Fletchers.

    Sunday = waterskiing or golfing or sunbathing, but definitely volleyball. Unfortunately, I have to do a little work on Sunday evening but this enables me to take Monday afternoon off which = more skiing and sunbathing. This I can handle.

    Have a great weekend!

    Wednesday, June 25, 2003

    Different Shades of Gray

    Friday Jill & I went to Brit's for "happy" hour but were overcome by rules of where you can and can't sit. Besides being an old-business-men-on-business-trips-trying-to-hook-up-for-the-night kind of hang out, the whole you-can't-sit-there-if-you're-not-going-to-order-a-$20-entree-even-though-the-bar-is-completely-full-and-there-are-25-open-tables attitude was just too much. I do think the crowd changes over at about 9-10pm but we just didn't have the time to waste fending off advances from short guys. Plus, we just wanted to sit outside!

    So we went to the Newsroom. Here we had no problem finding a perfect table on the sidewalk and out of the direct sun. We laughed about our touchy-touchy waiter and enjoyed the cocktails. The bathrooms there are quite interesting. You can see the men as they're washing up. Be careful because they can see you too - don't fluff those boobs too much girls and whatever you do, don't leave without washing your hands - they'll know!

    From there we headed to the Local, had cheese/salsa fries outside and more laughs about somethings and nothings.

    Saturday, we met at Audio King to get her car stereo installed. We went to Ridgedale and to Applebee's for dinner, picked up her car and headed to her house. I think we started drinking casually at 4. We listened to some good old 80's R&B on the patio and got some sun. We went to Fletcher's at about 9 and then to the Narrows to meet up with Ryan et all at about 11:30 or so. We won't talk about the Chambord, the Midori, the Jägermeister or the lethal combination of them all. We also won't mention that Jägermeister is the devil. And maybe we'll just leave out that it makes us Stupid Drunk Girls (SDG). You know you have a great friend when you can let each other be SDG without the aftermath drama. What would I do without ya, Jill? Well, besides drink too much Jäg??

    Yesterday I played softball in Maple Grove. During a tornado watch and torrential downpour. We have white shirts. They had me play 1st base. 1st play, the guy slips and knocks me into the dirt. Not the best way to start. We didn't even finish out the inning although with all of the interruptions, that lasted 25 minutes. I was soaking wet! I met my Mom for dinner at Famous Dave's and we talked for hours which is something we haven't done for far too long.

    I have a night off tonight - can't even explain how excited I am about the prospect. Will work out, then relax and meet the girls + Dan for drinks. Yay!

    Tuesday, June 24, 2003

    Pizza Partier

    For being sad that bowling is over until September. Also for eating about 18 pieces of pizza last night at pizza party.

    The Wisdom of John Cougar Mellencamp

    "Baby, baby don't misunderstand me". That has to be the theme for the past week. Or maybe "I need a lover that won't drive me crazy". About 1,000 songs come to mind, but seriously.

    To My Peeps:

    This is a weird time for me. I've defined myself for the past 3 years based on someone else. Our dreams, our goals, our life. That's changed. I'm still the same person inside, I still have the same dreams and desires, but the definition of myself has changed slightly. Partly just inherent to the situation, but mostly because I finally saw that it needed to. I'm a giver. I like that about me but so many times I give too much of myself away. I'm working hard to keep things in check - I've got to take care of me first. This doesn't mean being completely selfish, I couldn't live with myself then, but if I don't take care of me, I can't expect anyone else to. I neglected my girlfriends which I have vowed never to do again. It's so easy to say and strangely difficult to do, but I can't let boys get in the way of my girls. They're the ones who will be there when the boy is nowhere to be found. I'm trying to find my center. I feel like I'm all over the place right now - sometimes I think I have everything figured out and then 5 minutes later I'm wondering which way is up. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm going to need some slack until I'm once again comfortable in my skin. I'm sorry I don't make sense sometimes and I'm sorry if I've made bad decisions. But ultimately, they're mine and I'll take responsibility for them. I just hope you'll understand that the basis on which I'm making said decisions is changing right now and I just might not be very consistent a little while longer. I'll get there though - I will. And please don't misunderstand my showing of strength. I'm good at exuding confidence and well-being. But I still need you. I need a hug once in awhile. Most of all I need your approval and support. And apparently help staying away from Jägermeister.

    Love and straight jackets,

    PS. Heather & I talked about June 16th's post last night. The tone in which I said "she sort of apologized" didn't come through in black and white. It wasn't sarcastic in the least. I know that things that I write here are subject to interpretation and misrepresentation and I'm usually really careful about that. The only explanation I have is that the past 2 weeks have been extremely difficult for me. There's been a lot of hurt and confusion and subsequent disproportionate emotions. Guess what I'm trying to say is I've been having a hard time keeping things into perspective. I understand her irritation and how what was written could be taken the wrong way, but I also hope she understands that this is what it is - just a blog and if something did bother me enough to be upset about, I would talk to her about it. We were frustrated at the time but it passed - everyone was drinking - shit happens. I honestly didn't think much of it afterwards - I mean it sucked, no doubt about it, but I wasn't losing sleep over it. I only wrote about it because it happened - not to be vindictive or to put anyone down. I love her too much to be mad at her over that. I need her too much to sweat the small stuff. The root of the problem really doesn't have anything to do with any of this but we talked about that, too. It's really hard when your former boyfriend is keeping close contact i.e. came over and hung out with your cousin who is your best friend and happens to live where you live. It's difficult not to feel - for lack of a better word - betrayed. Take that lightly. It's just a stupid emotion and I know it's not intended. It's something I'm learning how to deal with. So things will be better from now on. I just gotta believe!

    I'll write about the weekend later - I think I'll let this sink in first.

    Thursday, June 19, 2003

    Sun Baker

    For not wearing sunscreen. Also for rekindling my relationship with Coors Light. Dang it if just the thought of it doesn't make me want to 2-step.

    Magnificent And Other Superlatives

    What a life. I've experienced "The Lake Effect" first-hand. Oh, it's real! & once it has you in its grip you might as well stop fighting it - resistance is futile. Seriously, it was a perfect day. I never did attempt that slalom but it's just as well. We cruised around for awhile and anchored in calm waters. The intention was to hang for awhile and eventually get around to skiing, but it's easy to lose track of time when the sun is shining and the beer's tasting good. I'm free to do that again anytime. I'd even call in sick to softball, but shhh, don't tell anyone.

    So in the end I didn't need any ace bandages or crutches. Instead I introduced my passenger mirror to the tree in the middle of his driveway. Not to worry, it's minor enough that I can still see out of it. Yeah, I'll be backing into the driveway next time. At least then if I hit the tree, the mirrors are designed to flip that way. I scare myself with rationalizations like that.

    After the mirror and the tree were acquainted, I went out to Fletcher's with Jill Hyser. Dinner was great and we made plans for the weekend. Jill gets her car stereo installed on Saturday! Then she can rock out to Justin Timberlake on the way to work :) Hahaha

    Wednesday, June 18, 2003

    Got Game?

    I met my Dad and his friend Mark for dinner last night. We hit the usual hot spot, the Claddagh in Maple Grove. They have delectable food and fantastic service. Speaking of service, I'm learning that my Dad likes to make friends with the waitresses. My first clue may have been the fact that he knows most of the waitresses at Champps by name although he asks for 3 specifically whenever we go there. So naturally we have a cute waitress named Laurie. He's throwing compliments around, asking if she closes or if she gets cut early, she offers which days of the week she works, we discuss where she lives, her daughter. I was slightly embarrassed. It's possible that's an understatement but Laurie understood. She offered me another table but I explained I had my own car so could escape if truly necessary. We all had a good laugh. When it came time for me to go to softball, I teased Dad - told him he could get back to his game now. How weird is it to witness your parent flirting with someone? <shiver> I shouldn't complain, it was hiliarious.

    We lost our game but I've been hitting well. I was all prepared to say "no" if they asked me to play again next week but I caved. I really do want to play it's just that I'd like an 8th day of the week to rest!

    After the game I picked up Jill and we went to the Minnetonka Mist for a cocktail on the patio. We watched the sunset and the subsequent lightening clouds. It's hard to believe that with all the time we spend together we never run out of things to say. Also, she lets me vent and validates my feelings. Everyone should have a friend like Jill.

    And everyone should take a 1/2 day off today and go water-skiing on Lake Minnetonka. Wish me luck today, I really think I'm going to nail this slalom business. (Thanks Becky for the pep talk!) Either that or else I'll have to impress him with my football throwing skills. Or else just drink. Martinis.

    Tuesday, June 17, 2003

    Accident Premeditator

    For making a list of things to bring tomorrow and actually including ace bandages and crutches.

    Sports Nut

    The end is near... I can actually taste the free time! There is 1 more week of bowling and 2 more weeks of softball and volleyball. I actually have some blank space on my calendar!

    Today is just going to drag by I know it. I'm really looking forward to relaxing tomorrow. It's supposed to be fantastic weather-wise. I just don't think we can go wrong. Especially not armed with 3 skis, a football, volleyball, softball bats, softballs, and golf clubs. Maybe I should bring my ace bandages and crutches.

    Monday, June 16, 2003

    A Blessing to Some

    I woke up this morning, got ready in the usual way and headed off to work. I thought everything was fine until I tried to belt out the chorus to Everclear's Santa Monica. "We can live beside the ocean..." but only a misguided squeak escaped my throat. So apparently we can't live beside the ocean.

    Thanks Everclear for letting me know my voice has escaped me once again.

    I've lost my voice 3 times this year already. It's odd for me to lose my voice - good thing too because for a talker like me it's devastating, really.


    Shelly, Brent & I went to dinner on Friday. It was great to catch up with them - it'd been over a month! Also I had a sandwich. With cheese! Mmm. I'd forgotten how good cheese was! Then we went bowling. When I got home, Heather & Mike were outside. Since I moved in, I think we've hung out twice. I saw them more when I lived in Roseville!!! We started putting away the brews and told each other ghost stories. With the full moon and it being Friday the 13th, we headed inside to watch some scary movies but alas, Mike fell asleep, I almost did and Heather was enthralled with Howard Stern.

    Saturday was Stacy's bachelorette party. There was penis cake, penis silverware, penis straws, and notably, a penis squirt gun. We BBQ'ed and enjoyed the delicacy known as Jell-O shots. We headed downtown and landed at Champps alley. We drank more and then went to Rosens. Jill & I felt kind of out of place but we were having fun talking anyway. We had 1/2 drink left and the group wanted to go outside. We told them we'd finish our drinks and be right out. We did so, brought boys to do some other things for Stacy's checklist and went back in for another drink. The bouncer told us to get plastic cups. Bartender didn't have plastic cups. We ordered anyway and were drinking right by the door. One of the girls from the party walked by us and we said hi. Then about 5 minutes later, I get a phone call. They want to go to Brits. I said, OK hold on we're almost done with our drinks - we'll be right there. Not 2 minutes later, we're outside. They're not. I call them back - they're in a cab on their way to Brits. Nice. We figure screw it - they knew exactly where we were! We went to the Drink. I called Mike to let him know so that when they picked us up they wouldn't worry about us. We hung at the Drink for awhile longer and then decided to go to Brits after all. That would save us a cab ride and we felt bad for getting separated from the group. One of the owners - Freddy - remembers me from the good old days! It was pretty unbelievable - I mean it's been over 5 years! The place was packed and it was back to the way it was before it got pretentious. We found the group and about 4 minutes later all of a sudden, Heather and 3 others are jumping into a cab. We waited around for awhile longer and eventually hailed a cab. $20 later we arrive home. I'm a little ticked & Heather sort of apologizes and then I know I said I wasn't blaming her but I think I voiced my displeasure - I mean you just don't leave people at the bar downtown. Especially not without at least trying to look for them. What really sucks is that I found out yesterday that they changed plans - they'd decided we were taking cabs home before we went out and didn't let us know. I would have driven. Sure I would have had to drink less but I wouldn't have had to spend $20 on a ride home. So maybe going out in groups isn't a good idea after all.

    I took my Dad to Champps for brunch for Father's day. Then went up to Shelly's cabin for some water-skiing practice. It's really hard to get up on 1 ski. I can drop 1 OK but not without some wavering. In the end, I borrowed their set of Jr. skis and Shelly's slalom ski for Wednesday. So yeah, I'll be showing up with 3 skis. Gotta love it. Wish me luck, seems I will need it.

    Friday, June 13, 2003

    Did you know...

    That I was born in the same year that "Smoke on the Water" was released?

    Freak Exerciser

    For obsessing about food and over-exercising yesterday.

    There's Nothing Quite Like

  • Having 1 bathroom between 3 adults, 2 kids and a baby.

  • Having to use said bathroom but Heather was taking a bath.

  • Having to use said bathroom bad enough that I asked if I could intrude.

  • Trying to use said bathroom while she's snickering behind the closed shower curtain at my stage fright.

  • Preferred status at the auto insurance company.

  • Being yelled at by a State Trooper to "Slow Down!" at your exit and just after you had slowed down from 85mph.

  • Escape ticket, thus keeping coveted preferred status at insurance company.

  • Your second cousin who you've seen grow up before your eyes and develop into a beautiful young lady.

  • Her 4-year-old sister who comes running yelling, "Cari's Home Cari's Home!!!" and gives the biggest bear hug a 4-year-old can give every time I come home.

  • Your Godchild's remarkable smile.

  • Cute boys that actually call you before you expect them to and are completely polite and endearing.

  • Waking up and feeling sexy.

  • Friends that you've known forever, that know you like the back of their hand and love you anyway.

  • Wednesday, June 11, 2003

    Falling Away From Me

    I've been pretty conflicted lately about what to post and what not to. I mean, sometimes I don't really know what the point is anyway. Unless it's something humorous or embarrassing, it's likely pretty uninteresting for those of you readers who weren't involved. But at the same time I realize that getting my feelings out there gives me some peace; some deceptive validation that somehow maybe I'm not so out of line or alone.

    And what I found today is that reading through the archives can give me an interesting insight as to how I got to right here right now. What Kelly & I had has completely disintegrated and lately, I've been wondering when it was that I let go of the dreams we had when we were together. When we went our separate ways in April, there were still moments of lucidity. Moments when we'd discuss his plans and what each other wanted. Times when the softness came through the pain I saw in his eyes and I felt a sting in my heart and thought that maybe there was hope for us after all. And then we'd be apart. And I felt unburdened and - fine I'll admit it - excited to be me without the pressure of worrying about how that will affect someone else. It was like learning who I was all over again. And then we'd see each other at volleyball and he'd drink and his bitterness would show through his attitude. He literally would not say a kind word to me or to our friends. Everything was laced with sarcasm and cynicism. Ism's that in moderation can be funny, but you can have too much of a good thing. A few weeks ago we rode to volleyball together and when we got back to his place he asked if I'd stay and chat awhile. I obliged. We talked about work mostly. No matter what I said, he argued with me. I'd agree with him and then he'd disagree with me which by deduction is to disagree with himself. Beyond that his tone was rude and condescending. I blew it off at first. I mean, I know he's not trying to be this way. He's just having a hard time controlling his reactions. But finally I realized that if I stuck around I was only going to end up angry and that wouldn't get either one of us anywhere. I think that was when I accepted that there really isn't any turning back. He is far too hurt to think clearly when he sees me. Our interactions will never be up to his expectations and he'll leave feeling unfulfilled and unloved. And that's not fair to either of us.

    And besides that, I'm comfortable saying that I did all that I could do. I know I tried everything I could to stay together - to keep the spark lit. I laid all of my cards out on the table. I clearly stated what I needed and what I was willing to do and asked for any other/better ideas. I asked him to think about what he needs and what I could do to make things easier for him because I felt that maybe he was feeling unfulfilled which was making him act out in other ways. He made promises that he wasn't able to keep and I was left feeling resentment for keeping mine. This cycle repeated several times over the last 18 months until the last time I was left not feeling resentment but closure. So why do I have to feel responsible for his sorrow now? What about my pain back then? I'm feeling like some of my friends and family aren't behind me. That they don't understand why I broke up with such a nice guy. Kelly is a nice guy - he's a fantastic guy. When he gets his shit together, he's going to make someone extremely happy. But in the end, I realized that just because he's not a bad guy, doesn't mean he's the right guy. Why should I settle? What about me requires me to sacrifice myself? I'm loyal to a fault and that is possible. I'll stay until I absolutely have exhausted every facet of myself in trying to make things work. Sometimes you have to do what is right for you. Sometimes nobody else will.

    Well that turned into a venting session. I have reservations about posting this and I'll give Kelly a fair warning in case he's still checking this site. I really don't want to cause him any more pain. But this is my website and if I'm not who I am on my website, then it's really pretty obsolete.

    So while I might clean it up for my parents and I try not to embarrass my friends here, I guess I've come to realize that no matter what I do, some of this content will hurt Kelly and there's not much I can do about it barring shutting it down completely. So I give you my apology and anyone else who's been in his place. Please don't misunderstand me - I'm not trying to be vicious. But I gotta be me.

    Monday, June 09, 2003


    I'm going to have to invest in a luggage tag, fill it out and use it as a bracelet. Either that or stop drinking the Jägermeister. It's a good thing luggage tags are cheap.

    Jill & I were supposed to take it easy on Friday to save ourselves for Saturday evening's festivities. I left work an hour early so I could pick her up in Mound for her birthday dinner. I got there at about 5:15. Jill S. had called shortly before I arrived and said she was on her way. She didn't get there until 6:30 and we were starving! Instead of driving to southdale, we decided to eat at the Macaroni Grill on 394. Dinner was fantastic although it had nothing on desert. Afterwards, we decided to go to Fletcher's. Unfortunately, the weather scared off all but 10 of its patrons so we pretty much had the bar to ourselves. The patio was even closed! Enter 1 cute guy, his friend who made an indecent proposal to Jill S., an obnoxious-loud-talker who wanted to go to Narrows and 2 girls, one of which sounded like she may have just gotten back from getting her nose done. We're trying to contain our amusement but I don't think we were successful. I ended up in a pretty deep conversation with cute guy who just bought a boat of which I threatened to force him to let me ski behind. So much for taking it easy. Unless 6 beers is easy. Well I suppose that depends on who you ask. Nevermind.

    So Saturday morning I went for a jog to rid myself of the wine-then-beer headache. Mike & I split a Schlotzky's and then I was off to the hotel. I blew up balloons, put the Smirnoffs on ice and snuck in a half hour catnap. Jill, Pam and Mandy arrived just as I finished getting ready. We headed to Friday's for dinner. More yummy food and decadent desserts. Seriously, I haven't had sweets in several months. I thought I was going to pass out from sensory overload. Who needs a man when you've got dessert?? Anyhow, it's worth mentioning that I was wearing a white shirt, the other 3 were in black. All 3 of them have curly blonde hair. I have straight black hair. Those 3 - blue drinks, me - pink drink. Yes it was right out of a classic Sesame Street episode. Jill had called before we ordered our food and said she would be on her way. She was going to park right across the street from Friday's so we told her we'd wait for her there. When she still wasn't there after dessert and another cocktail, we called and she was still a ways out. We tried to make the best of the wait but we kept reminding ourselves of the free booze we had 1 block away. She called as she pulled into the parking garage so we went outside to wait for her. We had to call her again and let her know we were waiting for her outside - it seemed like we'd been waiting forever! Finally back in the room, we kicked off the evening by fixing ourselves a Bitch Fight (Peach Schnapps, Triple Sec, cranberry juice and a splash of lime). We decided to kick off the festivities at The District. I think. It's possible that I have the bar name wrong. It's also possible that I have no idea where we started. Crap, was it the Refuge? Or is that where we ended up? And the #1 reason you know you've had too much to drink? You have no idea where you started or ended up. Good God. Anyway, we saw Jessica Lepinsky and we had fun being girls and dancing to all the songs we knew the words to. Also some songs we didn't know the words to but faked it the best we could. Afterwards we went to Champps - this I know for sure. And then to the Refuge. Or maybe not the Refuge. Can someone clarify this for me please? Jill?!? Anyway, the important part here is that it wasn't Brothers. We proceeded to dance wildly and drink heavily. We also laughed some and had way too much fun. Towards the end of the night, Jill S went to get a drink, Jill H and Pam went to the bathroom, Mandy's talking to someone 5 feet away from me and I was dancing on the dancefloor. All of a sudden I look and Mandy's gone - in fact, everybody's gone. I start looking around and this guy knocks me to the ground and really freaks me out. I get away and find the bouncer, Tony, who Jill knows. I'm crying, and tell him I've lost my friends. He sends me to the bar saying they just got a drink. I walked around twice but couldn't find them. I must have covered every square inch of the bar! I called Jill's cell phone about 50 times but duh, it was in the hotel room. Finally I decide to stand outside the bar and wait for them. Here come Mandy and Jill S. We head back to the hotel where we find Jill and Pam. They'd walked around the bar several times too and thought we'd left so they went to the Drink to continue looking for us. There were a few tears. Jill S. left without saying much. Pam passed out while Jill, Mandy and I devoured a bag of chips and shared sad stories. Good friends are just priceless. I love you guys.

    So you'd think that after all of this boozing that I'd have had enough. But no, Mike talked me into having a bloody mary at breakfast. Then Kris encouraged us to tie one on at volleyball. It was a good volleyball outing. We lost 2 out of 3, but we're starting to gel as a team. We stayed after for karaoke. Adam did Baby Got Back. Well even. It was quite a trip.

    I'm so not having any beer tonight at bowling. Well maybe just one.

    Jäger Shooter

    For drinking Jägermeister on Saturday. Also for being impatient. And for partying like a rock star 3 days in a row.

    Friday, June 06, 2003

    My Only Single Girlfriend's Birthday

    It's your birthday
    Jill Hyser
    Rum will be flowing
    Like a geyser

    Are you ready?

    26-year old?

    Save yourself for tomorrow girlfriend. It's gonna be a party, DMX style.

    Thursday, June 05, 2003


    For eating every 4th starburst candy I thought about eating. It wouldn't be such a bad thing if I hadn't been thinking of eating 100 of them. In a row.

    Wednesday, June 04, 2003

    Little Dancers

    Sam, Alex & Allison had a fantastic dance recital on Saturday. We arrived at Orchestra Hall at 3:45pm for their run-through. We went to Chipotle for dinner before the show. It's the best. The show was a little over 2 hours long and the girls were so adorable. They had a fun time but were exhausted. Alex fell asleep in the car before we even left our parking spot. Little angels.

    We won half our volleyball games on Sunday. Which is good considering we played 6. Also, Jake went for a ball that I'd called and nailed my forearm with his. I have a nice welt and colorful bruise. So, 2 weeks ago, hit on left ankle with softball; Friday, sprain right ankle, Sunday, bruise left forearm. I'm going to have to apply to be the bionic woman if I'm not careful. Eh, careful is for sissies.

    Jill & I went to Saint Sabrina's last night. I got the jewelry changed in my ear and a couple more done. I'm going to have to break down and do something in my left ear, or else I could just use the imbalance as an excuse for the next time I fall down the stairs. I felt hardly any pain except when he changed the rook - and now I know why. It was pierced with 18 guage and he put a 16 through it. That's the only one that hurts today even. And they call themselves professionals. Sheesh.

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