i say hello...hello, hello...

i knew this was going to happen. i knew it. i knew i wouldn't make it a year. i came way closer than i thought i was gonna though. it seems like a super long time since i last wrote...it's only been a couple of weeks i guess.

here. let me fill you in on some of the highlights of what i've been up to...

-i got in a fight with a dad in my kids kindergarten parking lot. he couldn't count and was angry at me cuz i could. there were no punches thrown but damn i wanted to...there were just lots of words and middle fingers.

-shy guy the mouse died. i thought my kid would freak. as it turns out she really didn't care. she was like, 'hey! let's have a shy guy party and celebrate his lucky little mousy life. can we draw pictures and eat snacks?' i was like, 'eh, why not. let's have ice cream.' then she said she can't wait till the dog dies so we can have a huge party.

-i fell down a flight of stairs. i do this on a seasonal basis. it will be the death of me someday. no one directly saw but when i got up and yelled fuck, i realized i was right in front of a video camera.

-i puked at work. i think it was the warmed up cheese and mayo sandwich mixed with a glass of wine and a heating blanket that got me. the puking happened shortly after i fell down the stairs btw. oh, and all this happened on desert party day at work...even the thought of cheese cake was enough to make me gag.

-i had an employee quit when i really needed her, which caused a mini melt-down. when i called my teammate [in this fucked up job i got stuck with] crying and nearly hyperventilation, she just laughed at me. i love mean people. i felt all better. mean is like a band-aid to me.

-i discovered just how cold it is to move someone into a new home when it's ten degrees. and believe me...according to my fingers whom thawed some three hours later, it is COLD.

-i had a dream that made me furious to wake up from. that's never happened to me before. my alarm went off JUST as the good part was heppening. i attacked my alarm clock, tried to fall asleep as fast as possible, got pissed cuz i couldn't find the dream again and then just got up.

-i managed to dress homeless all week. seriously, at six a.m. i'm certain green stripes and brown and red plaid really do match. and then, at nine o'clock, while sitting in my cube, i realize that they REALLY don't. same thing with a black faded t-shirt with a white camera painted on it, a yellow sweater and a bright red skirt that looked like something june cleaver would don...

those are the major things...i think. i've been doing lots of baking but mostly lots of working. my house is a pit right now but the kid is at a sleep over so damned if i'm cleaning it tonight. i'm going to go drink some more wine...but skip the cheese sandwich this time...and enjoy my messy house.

t-day...still style

(my contribution to dinner was simply a pie. we went to my guys family's house for t-day. i've learned not to throw it at my home...due to mi familia.)

(it looked so beautiful. and then i baked it. yuck. other people loved it...i cringe at the thought of ever having to eat it again.)

(there it is...in aluminum foil...just festering under there...)

(my very cool sis-in-law smushing taters. we took home about 5 pounds of extras. plus, i bought ten pounds of idaho ones...they were 1.99 at target for ten pounds...i could not pass it up...now i have to figure out what to do with 15 pounds of potatoes...)

(apparently people eat BIRDS on thanksgiving...weird.)

(i love food and family that understands i don't eat that mammal stuff. they always take the time to make me chicken-stock free stuffing and wild rice. it's just so sweet and caring. seriously...that sounds cheesy but i mean it...)

(it was a loud evening...what is it about kids and piano's that compels them to play as loud as possible? i like it...i was the SAME way.)

too tired for words

'i do it just to feel alive'

(ok...so my dude actually TOOK this...i edited though...really...)

welcome back me :)

i went on vacation. self-imposed, but much needed.

my job sucks my soul out of me...well, that and all the cigs i smoke to combat the soul-sucking job that is.

it's all just so stupid. absolutely, positively fucking stupid. work, work, work...there's no room to really live in the monotony of the routine, is there? and screw all them nay sayers who are like...you should just count your blessing that you have a job. no. i count my blessings that i have my creativity and my health--the things that make me, me...that's gone though...the creativity that it, so what have i got...health...? health to get me to work and back...i also have: rush hour, bitter cups of coffee, frozen lunches, cans of soda, a shit-ton of e-mails telling me what to do next and a few more cups-a joe...cold most of the time, mind you...

it's sad, because i do love my job. i work at a museum...a pretty cool one at that. i'm proud of my work too. it's just so unrewarding in the paycheck vs responsibilities department, ya know...? like seriously...responsibilites have strangled the hourly wage until its eye's popped out of the few george washington's that eventually ended up in my hand...minus uncle sam's cut that is. at least i don't have to worry about paying for health insurance...i don't have that. and i do have overtime pay...which is good. i need to put in o.t. to make up for any day i need to stay home...i don't get p.t.o either. god. i'm such a bitch. listen to me...all complainin' and stuff. to think...i could be back waitressing making a measly 20 or so bucks an hour.

gaaaaaarrrrrrrrg.

whew. i feel better now, i think. actually no, i know i do. it's the beginning of my three day weekend and i've had a few glasses of wine--my first drinks in over two weeks, not quite three but definitely more than two. it feels good too. it feels like that deep down happy i love and that's truly deep down me. it doesn't feel like stress or chaos...it feels smily and content. it feels like i want to attempt to solve the problems of the world with a smoke in one hand and a glass of wine in the other and with rambly sentences that have nowhere to go but into space. it feels like jim croce the night before thanksgiving without a care in the world about lay offs, money, weight and family issues. it feels like a happy turkey day despite being a vegetararian. it feels like i can laugh at the things that normally make my eyes well up with the tears that sting my cheeks...sometimes happiness can be found at the bottom of a bottle, i swear. every time? no. it will be the death of the happiness if you let it become you...if you try to use it every night to find the real you...the happy...you won't find it. you'll just keep searching. i like wine every couple-a weeks. i like a lot of wine every couple-a weeks a lot. i like remembering that deep down...under all that bull shit...there is happy. i do like happy. a lot :)

w.w.j.d man...w.w.j.d...?

so today, while my guy was at the car place getting the oil changed, smoking cigarettes and talking WoW...i wandered over to the mall. old navy had a clearance rack full of .97 cent skirts and shorts :) i got five. five bucks for five new skirts that i can easily wear to work...i just need to invest in a few pairs of tights--due to this whole winter thing and stuff. it's freakin cold out there.

so, as i write, i'm watching barbara walters talk to the pregnant man. i just don't get what the big deal is...? they're a couple that wanted to have a baby...ok, most couples do. they did whatever it took to have a baby...ok, many couples do that as well. so, just because the man was once a woman it's this huge deal...? it's no secret he used to be a woman...so why is everyone so shocked he can carry a child...?

stupid people i tell ya.

all these pro-life, yay jesus folk are out there pointing fingers and shaking them hard at this couple...calling them names and shunning them, but what about that baby? hurt the parents and the child will feel it. we all knew when our parents were sad...we felt it. so while all these folks walking with jesus each sunday shun this family, they're missing out on the difference they could make by just actually walking by jesus...by walking their talk...by opening their heart to this family and that child. these people who are allowing themselves to hate and judge are allowing the devil to convince them that pride isn't deadly. i just don't understand...

ah yes you hardcore christians, i hate that you're shocked when people judge you as closed minded and hateful...you're the reason that stereo-type exsists in the first place. this is just one more example of it... you just don't think for yourselves.

hey...i actually wrote something

so the other day i woke up, and due to my like of the show pushing daisies and a fit of o.c.d., i decided to make a pie. it was the awesome-est pie ever. i left one special piece for today but there was a little green dot on it :(

stupid mold.
why didn't i refrigerate it it?
stupid me.

i decided to have a glass of wine instead.

so, i saw my crazy ex today. he's well. he was with his daughter playing at my work--and texted me to say so. it was brief. there's something about him that tickles my creative side though...even in the swiftness of our encounter today. all that depression and stress of that idiotic daily grind melts away when he's around...i crave adventure and i'm young and i'm overcome by the desire to do more with my creativity when i'm with him. i'm embarassed to admit to him that i lose it sometimes...so i tell him i'm good. and happy. and that everything's well. good thing we don't talk often...

i still can't figure out if he's my crack, my ibuprofin, my security blanket or my crutch...either way...he always gets me in trouble. i guess that outweighs everything else...or so they say.

nothing

finally, it's bed time

(snow drops in my back yard...kinda like teardrops on my guitar, but not quite...ok, not at all)

so my last night, in a nut shell, consisted of this:

dinner. two beers.
lame bar. one beer.
hoppin ghetto bar. four beers. one shot.
mellow karaoke bar. one beer.
best friends house. one beer.

the night was full of great conversation and lots of cigarettes and ended for me around six a.m., on my best friend's couch, with the stray cat we had just found outside...

'normal people think about things that are actually important!'

(i woke up to SNOW)

ya know what i hate? oh, i'll tell you what i hate. i hate the fact that to work, means to die. i'm not the kind of person that can have the kind of job i have. it's too demanding on my creative mind (hahahaha!! how fucking emo did that just sound?). i mean, i totally understand why artists all work at places like coffee shops, restaurants and bowling alleys. ok, i don't know if they work at bowling alleys but they might... they work there to escape the mundane and the blase. they work there to know they're going do have stretches of time off and that there's nothing predictable about their job.

i sound like such a pussy (whah whah whah...it's too demanding...whah whah whah...) but seriously. that whole rush hour, nice clothes and normal hours thing is such a buzz kill. i feel so...um, so...khaki. i hate khaki. part of it is that i'm stuck in a lousy situation at my job. it pays AWFUL and demands more hours than one has in a day...so part of it IS that, but most of it is that drab, deathly feeling that comes with the good 'ol 9-5, period.

i mean, i LOVE the city. some of the most fun nights of my life have been spent wandering through them high as a kite at three a.m. or dancing until i passed out and then having to be carried through them...but when i leave my work...i just want to escape the city skyline. the breathtaking-ness is gone. i just want to leave. looking for the perfect graffiti in that dirty alley or the searching for the perfect vantage point to find some magic in the way the sun dances off the building is history. mostly, i want to find the ramp that houses my car, pay the money required to leave and be done. it's pathetic how a job can take SO much of what you love and loved and turn it into what you despise. sad.

so apparently, it HAS to be one or the other. i can't do both. i can't battle traffic, run reports, attend meetings, schedule staff--then leave that and go explore my creativity... my creativity is killed by the time i punch out. absolutely dead and gone. so what's more imporatant? paycheck or sanity? depends on who ya ask i spose...to me, it's my sanity. last night i had a fit of insanity...like real bad...hasn't happened in years sort of bad. i just lost it and kept needing to find something...though i'm still not sure what...? (it was something in my writings from awhile ago...i had paper and notebooks everywhere.) my fiance is teasing me relentlessly about it today--but i don't really think it's that funny. it's me hitting a wall. my guy now hasn't had to deal with a lot of that shit but i have two guys in my past who have witnessed more than enough of it. (my drunken honestly is ALWAYS the trigger. two glasses of wine last night were enough to do it.) one of my past guys is insane and un-balanced and the other is more normal and well-adjusted than anyone i've ever met...and they'll both sing the songs of my crazy. the only difference between the two were the fights. the crazy one...well our fights were brutal...two worlds colliding kind of brutal...bruises and tears...with equal reciprocity... the normal one, with him it was all in words. he was an avid reader and philosophy fanatic and and he used his words to sting...they hurt way more than the way the wall and my body conjoined by the hands of my insane love did. either way, the fights, to be honest, over half the time stemmed from my insanity-- and like it or not, they are both still way too close to me for me to ever let go. they're both pretty decent shit to be still standing by my insane ass...

ok, i'm WAY off subject now...hold on...i'm putting the needle back on the track...

*scraaaaaatch*

ok...so i don't really expect most to understand this, as i'm sure it sounds odd if you're not like me. but if you are, even a little, i have a feeling you know EXACTLY what i mean--and have probably had the same issue. my artist friends are all the same...it's why they call us crazy. it's impossible to understand...but it makes so much sense at the same time.

(my blog title was actually taken from a fight between the normal ex and i. when he yelled that at me and i was SO mad. i'm pretty sure i took a swing at him.)

thank you america

tonight i told the kid...if the mccain wins we're heading to canada, seriously. she snapped back with, mom, i don't know how to speak their spanish. we can't leave american.

thank god we're not going to have to learn their spanish. (though by 10.31.09 i will be fluent in spanish.)

roadkill

i did have one more...

i HATE being taken advantage of...especially by something i used to truly enjoy

(i made my pics at 9:00 pm and wrote the blog around noon...not like you really care)

so, i figured i'd start this post now since i'm already avoiding reality through 60's folk music and cheese-it's. i get an hour of break time at work and i never get time to use it. this week, i'm using my five hours. i had this lovely post all ready last night about just that, work...but i never posted it. i mean it was nothing awful just general annoyances...most of them stemming from the fact that i would easily qualify for the low-income membership my museum offers with the measly wage they pay me.

...EDITED...

i'm scared my job won't understand my freedom of speech so i'm taking the words away. i might make another picture though.

my wii age is 41. ahhhhhhh....!

so, today is my birthday and...it was fabulous :) the fabulousness actually started last night at the halloween party we threw...and it lasted until i passed out around 2. then, it started again this morning...after the headache went away that is.

first, i went online and saw that my mom's myspace status said...'cmarie remembers 28 years ago when we met face to face for the very first time.' that made me instantly tear up and then i noticed her profile picture was us from when i was about a year old (the one posted today) and then i saw her new photo album...all of just me! my life! there are pics i haven't seen in years and was beyond touched to think of the time i know she put into that. it felt so good. good like how her meatloaf used to smell.

then, we went to a chinese buffet for lunch and then i came home and took my annual nap. (i really do only get about one a year.) i got up from my nap when the smell of cake entered the room, my guy was actually baking :) i sat down and colored with the little one for awhile and then was told to go downstairs and play some wii for a bit. i did. next thing i know i had two presents and a big, beautifully decorated cake on my lap. they got me the wii fit game and a super awesome pen mouse pad...it is so nice. like, i'm kinda afraid to touch it kind of nice. my guy was so excited to give it to me because he knows it will help a ton with photo editing. i know it will too. so, i ate a bunch of cake, with a fork right out of the pan, and then played some wii fit with the kid. we had a ton of fun chasing eachother around in the running part :) she's fast...really fast.

today was so wonderful but ya know what's exciting now? the fact that tonight is fall back! i get one more hour of birthday...and i think that's wonderful.

bad bad leroy brown

can anyone explain to me what's happening in that pic? are they doin it? is the one on top eating the other one? did the one molt? like my tarantula...? (yes, i have a tarantula as a pet.) those two stayed like that, like, forever. i mean, you know how jumpy grasshoppers are...they actually let me--with my tripod--get that shot. it was weird. oh, speaking of weird...do you ever just get someone's music stuck in your head? i do. lately it's been jim croce. he was so amazing. i can't stop listening to him. too bad he died. in a plane crash. i need to make money. more money. my job pays crap. i'm getting real close to doing something real big...i can feel it. in fact, i just got a wonderful offer from a good old friend. she's an amazing creative writer who's trying to make a living doing it freelance...anyway, she offered to do any writing i need (website, flyers, etc...the stuff that always hangs me up) for free. in return, i offered her free photo work to help build her portfolio or for anything else she needs. i'm excited. i just need to find a course of action...

that's all i gots tonight. tomorrow is a party night so i probably won't blog. i plan to drink till my fingers can't type...

i will leave you with these parting words of advice though...

don't tug on superman's cape.
don't spit into the wind.
don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger and DON'T mess around with slim.

sleepy peepy

i don't have much to say tonight. i do have a great story for tomorrow or something, but tonight, well yeah...i'm going to bed. i'm tired. really tired.

laid off

there once was a man named mcswenson.
whose nose i would like to be punchin.
his boyfriend he kissed
so his nose i did miss
but his toes, well they took a good crunchin.

jerk.

if you had faith in anything other than the spandex of your bicycle shorts and keeping your homosexuality in the closet you might sense the evil glare karma is giving you right now.

jerk.

today

it snowed today and i talked to aaron today. saw my work in action at work today and tried to say hi to my mom today. i was a cat today and wore lots of black today. i ate cold pizza today and an amazing pomegranate too.

i'm not sure this makes any sense...

dia de los muertos...my birthday.

that explains a lot about me...maybe even my absolute love of the new shower curtain my fiance bought. despite the fact that we're too broke to be being new novelty shower curtains. *ahem*

oh yeah...sorry about last night. the wine happened. that palin girl didn't deserve that.
*cough * choke*

oh come on...be serious.

*heehee * heehee*

*holds breath*

*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

no really. sorry.

i have no idea what just happened

(i felt like buying a fern today so i went to home depot and bought a fern today)

shit.

today i went to walmart and right now i'm eating nachos and drinking wine from a box.
this a'int right.

at least i'm still votin obama.

hmmm, well...but that there palin's lookin and soundin pretty dang convincin. bein she's a maverick and a woman and all. her five kids an that new born special needs baby are real lucky to have such a great mommy. good thing she's there for 'em. i bet she'd be real there for america too. and real smart. makin the choice to run for veep was real smart. she's a maverick. a real maverick. an real smart. good for her. what'a real strong woman. maybe i should vote for her. maybe then i'd be as smart as her. maybe i could be a strong mom too. it was so smart of mccain to pick 'er. i'm sure he was usin his smarts too. always lookin out for our country...i mean, when he dies in office he was so smart to make sure that that palin maverick will be there to lead us all. girl power! yay!



sorry.
i'm done now.

choo choooooooooo

(i got lost on my way home from work tonight. i had to pee so bad...and then, after an hour of driving...the long train happened)

*yawn*

(my cute little five year old girl loves her dads spawn toys)

please excuse the absence that i know will be coming this week. i'll still post pics but i'm tired. i help coordinate all the events at the museum i work for and this weekend we have our massive halloween parties. so far, we only have 600 or so people coming over the three days of festivities but i know that number will rise drastically. either way...it's a lot of work. i never feel caught up. there's always more to do. there's always more that should get done and i'm always going over things in my head with a fine tooth comb. it's quite exhausting.

not quite sure where i am...

...i am so detached from reality from today.

david duchovny, why don't you love me? part tres

(while out gallivanting around town...i came across this beautiful site)

http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20233718,00.html

this (well, the contents of that link up there), in a selfish little way, made me happy.

don't get me wrong...i'm not happy about anyone divorcing and stuff--but now, he's free to marry me :)

just wait til i'm 80...

(i'm so busy, i'm deathly afraid i'm missing all the autumn...)

i hate that i am so stupid. i mean, i'm really very smart and creative and well, if i do say so myself, funny...but i can be so stupid.

why i'm going to tell you this i don't know but, well, here goes...i just went to our vending machine here at work. i'm sick and i have a gigantic sweet tooth when i get sick. i wanted some cookies. so i went to put my change in and my first thought was 'cool, we got a new vending machine...i bet some kid broke the other one.' and so i put in my quarter and it started spitting my money back out at me. i looked down in the change compartment and thought 'sweet, someone left money in here--but darn, i bet it's broken.' then i realized they were all nickles and my quarter was gone and then, no shit, i realized i had stuck my money in the change machine, not the vending machine. the nickles were actually the broken down remnants of my quarter, not something someone had left behind. the thing is, is that i'm so ho-hum about it all, i just shrug my shoulders and move on. i never feel embarassed or angry. i really just shrug and walk away from my stupidity. i just don't surprise myself any more with the idiotic thigs i do.

then there's the whole key issue i mentioned yesterday. my wonderful, incredible, sweet and most of all, patient fiance found them. after digging through garbage and searching for hours, he found them. i had put them in the recipe box. why? i have no clue. why i would stop and think, hey...i should stick these keys in with the chocolate chip cookie recipe for safe keeping is beyond me. or for that matter, why i constantly put the salt in the fridge, carry the remote control everywhere with me or crash head first into garage doors while thinking of good ideas is beyond me too.

in fact, while writing this, i reached my hand into the pocket of my sweatshirt looking for my chapstick only to find a fishing lure. seriously. i had this sweatshirt with me on labor day weekend and i did a lot of fishing. last week i found it in the garage and threw it in the laundry. today i find the lure all hooked up in there...the lure i had spent about an hour looking for on labor day--only to come to the conclusion that i must have dropped it in the water. i was even careful of it while swimming...just in case. i wonder why i never looked in my pocket? then again, why would you put hooks in your pocket anyway?

*sigh*

why does claire need a seatbelt?

(i stayed home sick today. my kid and i made lots of worms...she told me i stayed home 'crafty')

so do you want to hear the worst thing i've done in recent history? ok...here goes. i lost the keys to my neighbors house.

see, i'm house sitting while she's gone, you know...feeding the cat and fish and stuff. i was there yesterday and now today, the keys are gone. just gone. i would normally call her to see if there's a spare around but her phone number is locked in her house. on her fridge. i have to get in there tomorrow somehow otherwise the cat will probably eat the fish and my neighbor will hate me. i like her and don't want her to hate me.

how could a key just disappear in one day? i wasn't even home most of yesterday. damn.

i'm good at breaking in but that would be so embarrassing if i got caught. i'll sleep on it i spose. that usually solves everything.

snug as a bug in a rug

(right after this picture...the incident happened)

ok, so i was walking along today. breathing in an out like normal when, out of nowhere, this asian beetle bug hurled itself straight at me and launched his stupid buggy self right up my nose. asian beetles are those orange-y lady bugs that bite, that stain if you squish 'em, that i hate, and that apparently, fit really perfectly (and really tightly) right up noses.

so, without missing a beat, and without freaking too bad, i plugged the clear nostril and blew that stupid little bug right back out with all my might; he was jammed in there pretty good. he shot out, hit the ground pretty hard and layed there for a second before jumping back up (looking quite disoriented may i add), and flying away.

i think he was drunk.

*yawn*

i washed my truck today and then dried it.

two minuted later, it sprinkled. just a little. but enough to make a lot of water spots.

i dried it again.

five minutes later, it poured.

i dried it yet again.

yeah...that was a good chunk of my day.

*sigh*

you are my sunshine

i received these beautiful flowers tonight from an even more beautiful friend. she's going through incredibly hard stuff right now but still thought about me...knowing i've been down.

i really want to be more like her. i hope someday to be close...she's a great goal to have :)

thank you. tonight, your company and your thoughtfulness touched me more than you know.

see ya in seven

(this is from two years ago but i still love it...)

so, my best friend's gone. to iraq. i knew the day would come when he'd call me to say the plane's about to leave, but i avoided thinking about it.

he called me yesterday around 7 am to say that final goodbye. it was 5 am his time. he had been pretty wasted a few hours previous to that but the little bit of sleep he had had, had taken the edge off the drunk apparently. he sounded pretty good. i didn't really know the right words to say. hey...watch out for bombs, i hear they fall out of the sky over there. or, hey...look out for them terrorists, i think they think they're at war. everything sounded stupid, so i mostly sat there thinking about the silence...and trying to not sound like an idiot when i did finally find some words. we finally said good-bye, and said our i love you's, and said our be good's, and said our i'll miss you's and such.

i know he'll be fine. he's only there for seven months and most of my misery over this is self-centered. i've spoke to him at least once a day for ten years now. we lived together for about three of those years. my kid adores him and i'm at a bit of a loss when my 'regular' becomes irregular. i'm not so swift in the change department, ok? i feel like i just lost my favorite shoes. the ones i wear every day and depend on for comfort. you know...the one's that fit your feet the best.

and then these unthinkable thoughts get in my brain and i can't get them out. i shake my head and i think of things like shopping and unpaid bills to distract myself, but nothing works too well. i left in the middle of my workshop yesterday to go just cry. i didn't want to look like a weirdo in front of all of my co-workers and i couldn't hold it in. i'm scared to death that, at best case scenerio, he'll change. he's so perfect the way he is. i always picture this picture i had of him, maybe 6, on his birthday, with red balloons, a cowboy hat, a holster (complete with cap gun), a giant smile, some cowboy boots, cute little dumbo ears and wearing nothing but undies. it was so him and still is.

like i said, i know he'll be fine; i know everyone must think the worst when someone they love goes to war. i just keep writing him, just like during boot camp. i write everyday. when i'm bored, or stressed, or saw something hillarious that i need to share, or saw something incredibly stupid that i need to share, or, well, just whenever. i just continue it on one piece of paper and send it all toward the end of the week. i send pictures and stuff too. he said, in bootcamp, it really helped him feel connected. i can't wait to send him actual packages of stuff and i can't wait to start christmas shopping for him! last year, i got him lots of things to do on airplanes because he was traveling a lot. this year...well, i'll ask him what he misses most.

so yeah...that's about that. he's in iraq now. i am so proud of him. he's a world away, and he's a marine, and he's my best friend and he's living a pretty incredible adventure. but damn do i miss him.

bookin a day in advance

(HE will be tomorrow's post...)

eh. i don't feel like talking about yesterday's post. i should though, huh...? since i said i would.

ok, so anyway...there was this guy who called my work; he wanted to propose to his girlfriend there. i was all like yeah, whatever...you have to pay admission blah, blah, blah...i'll see what i can do, if i can do anything at all. my boss and co-worker, however, talked to him during my weekend and were all like, awwwww...that is SO sweet! you can come in on sunday like you wanted, iris will be there and will do whatever you need to make your special day work and don't worry about a thing, or admission, or anything; she'll do it all. (ok, so it wasn't exactly like that...but whatever.)

anyway, on my monday...all i got in my 'notes', was that he left a fake 'prize' at my cube that he told her he 'won' in a drawing and that he needed to come into the museum to pick it up...i would have to figure out the rest. so yeah, while rolling my eyes...i wrote up a congratulatory letter telling him to enjoy his new games with his family (i made up some family outreach thing to encourage play time outside of the museum, yada, yada, yada.) see, his goal was to somehow get her into the museum to pop the question. i attached some museum logo stuff to the package i wrapped his 'prizes' in and attatched the letter (hence yesterday's photo). when they got to the museum i told him that with our 'family outreach program' we typically give out free tickets to the museum but since they didn't have kids, and since the weather was rainy and cold, they were more than welcome to come in and look around. (he was a slightly bumbly fellow and i saw him start to panic at this point...later, i found out that he wasn't sure i knew about the plan and thought i was serious. that explained his incessant winking around that same time.) i gave him his 'prizes' and sent them on their way. his girlfriend was completely clueless. in fact, she seemed slightly annoyed that he insisted they utilize the free passes and looked like she wanted to leave. i encouraged her to loosen up and have some fun. at one point, i thought she might tell me to shut up or better yet, smack me.

ten minutes later, i get a call from security saying he was asking for me. (i made it clear to him that i had left my personal number on his congratulatory letter--in case he needed anything or had any questions.) i walked back up front, slightly rolling my eyes again, to find the girlfriend, now fiance, happily chirping away on her cell phone to some other chirpy woman i'm sure. the guy was in this fluttery sort of, in-love-she-actually-said-yes-i'm-getting-married sort of shock. it was undeniably sweet...not in a roll your eyes sort of way, but in an ouch-my-teeth-hurt kind of way. they both gave me massive props on my fibbing abilities that made me feel good. in an, i-shouldn't-be-proud-of-this sort of way, and that was that. i did my part in a stranger's life and my good deed for the day. yay.

from the girl that refuses to watch a romantic comedy because she despises them, it was actually cute...not in a heather grahm/matthew mc conoughhey sort of way though, but in a meg ryan/tom hanks kinda way, i think.

oh, for the record, my favorite romatic comedy sorta flick is true romance. there's lots of blood...and tony soprano gets a cork screw in the toe.

oh yeah...it's a sappy one too...

i will blog about this picture tomorrow.

see...it's a strange, and somewhat long story, that if i get into now, could take me until quite possibly 11:00 and i need to sleep--instead of blogging about the strange and somewhat long story surrounding that picture.

i hate the last day of my weekend

geez. i just don't have anything to write tonight. it sucks. all day i've been thinking about all these things i wanted to say and then when i layed down, i went blank. (i don't really think layed is a word, is it?)


well, i did a lot today and ate a lot too.

hmmm...that's all i got i guess.

wow. that was pretty lame...it reminds me of a second graders journal entry.

ouch

(a flu germ)

(i don't know what this is but it was SO cool)

not the best pics tonight--but i spent the day at the science museum so you get what ya get.

so, i got a tetanus shot the other day and i am having a lousy reaction. it sucks. i hate typing because i pretty much do it all left handed lately...one finger, left-handed. which is cool, but it takes forever to write one sentence.

i'm going to bed. me and my sore arm will hopefully sleep better tonight.