cops

On Saturday morning, after a hard night of partying, the boy and I got home and decided to walk the dogs. The sun had already risen so we were walking them in daylight. We start going on one of my usual treks, I thought it might be nice to walk towards the lake since it was turning out to be such a beautiful morning. As we're heading in that direction, we pass by some shady looking fellas. As a little reminder, I live in a very much gentrified neighborhood but there are still some vestiges of a part of the city that was crippled with a crack problem in the 80s and 90s. While we are passing them and a gas station, one of the duo yells to some other people at the gas station, "One ton coming!" And as he finishes yelling this, a cop pulls up. There are three-four more guys hanging out in the gas station and a couple of woman in a car...clearly having been in the middle of a drug deal. So the cop car sidles up and stops on the street outside of the gas station. The guys in the parking lot all split up and one of them each stands at the corner of the intersection that the boy, the dogs and myself are standing and where I am standing as still as I can and praying that the crosswalk light will change soon. There is this massive overwhelming feeling of tension in the air and that fucking street light takes forever to change, but eventually it does and we walk on as the cop is pulling away and the people at the gas station disperse.

houdini

I swear I posted something here last night. I'm positive that I wrote a paragraph, replete with complete sentences and then hit the publish button. But alas, it must have been a bunch of horse shit because the blog post opted not to post itself.
Ahhh well. I basically tried to recount my soggy weekend of not-so-glamorous camping where our tent ended up with a half an inch of rain in the bottom and everybody there had a good time because if they didn't, the nightmare of dampness might actually sink in.

breaking up

Social networking friends are like a really bad boyfriend. They come, they go, they leave without giving you a reason. I actually find myself getting annoyed when my friend catalog gets incrementally smaller from day to day. Mostly I'm annoyed because I spend a second or two wondering who deleted me...not that I care...no wait I DO care! Where did you go friend? Don't just delete a mofo...tell a sistah what's up, give a bitch a second chance, or at the very least...a comment break up. Come on now.

PS-In case it wasn't glaringly obvious...I kid. I don't care...THAT much. ;)

hanging on and letting go

I forget...is there an expiration date on feeling bad about something? I don't mean the feeling REALLY bad part, where your emotions become this possessing force that stun you and make you incapable of moving in any direction. What I mean are the lingering bad feelings. The ones that make take you by surprise and make you second guess yourself and your other. The ones that alter your perception, however minutely, so that those little things that flew right past you somehow end up becoming the gnat on the windshield. How long? A week, a month, a year, forever?

hard knock life

I've just had one of the hardest weeks I've had in a long time. I'd forgotten how difficult love and relationships can be. I'd forgotten about the BIG problems.
Boundaries are such a strange thing. It's funny that everybody just assumes that everybody else has the same boundaries, as if there is some complicit agreement that because you agreed to be with somebody, you agreed to accept everything about them. It's also funny how boundaries never get discussed until something "bad" happens, sometimes not until it's too late.
Luckily it wasn't too late for me and for us, but for a while it felt like the timer was winding down to the last few seconds. And during those moments, I thought that I just couldn't handle another break-up. Especially this time around, when I wouldn't be able to extricate myself from the other person's life and friends and inevitable witness to each other moving on as completely as I've been able to in the past.
But I don't have to worry about that now. We decided as couple that we would grow rather than grow apart. I'm surprisingly optimistic.

underemployed

I went on a job interview today. From the posting, it sounded pretty close to what I was looking for. The right hours, right number of days, close enough to where I live, blah blah blah. But as it turns out, it wasn't what I was looking for. I feel a little disappointed, I was excited by the prospect of not having to work weekends or holidays any longer. In the end though, I guess it's fine. I don't have it so bad at my current job. And it's nice to know that if things got desperate, there are other jobs places out there willing to pay too much for what you would actually be doing.

good morning sunshine

I've been waking up to clear blue skies for about a week. Summer is definitely here. But what do we do with summer as grown ups? As children it seemed pretty clear...wake up, go outside, play until you had to eat or go to the bathroom or you lost a digit. Then you went home for as short an amount of time as possible and went back outside to play and play and play until curfew. As adults, there is so much more possibility. So why did I stay home yesterday? I need a hobby. Anyone got one they can loan me?

that sh*t is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s

On Saturday I decided to make banana bread, not to eat mind you, just to get rid of overly ripe bananas. I took the one loaf that didn't come out gross in to work. Before I actually got to work though, I decided that I had to go to Bartell's and buy a pair of tweezers and a headband. So there I am, standing in line with my random purchases and my loaf of banana bread when this older gentleman, probably in his 70s, get in line behind me and starts conversating.
Him: Are you gonna share whatever smells so good or are you keeping in for yourself?
Me: Oh, I'm sharing it all right.
Him: That's nice.
Me: Well the reason I'm sharing it is because I probably would eat it all to myself and I'd like to spend one less day at the gym.
Him: Well that's pretty smart. (Pause). But a smart man likes a chunky lady so don't go losing too much weight.
Me: Oh, I don't think that'll ever be a problem.

It was really cute and funny. Especially since he said chunky. I usually only reserve that word for toddlers and peanut butter.

what dreams may come

I just had the most wonderful wonderful vacation.
First we went to Hailey, Idaho...otherwise known as the town of Bruce Willis. It was really beautiful and really hot! I met the boy's family and enjoyed spending time with them. My nervousness was in vain, they were really cool. And apparently the feeling was mutual, I have been branded a keeper.
After family time, we returned to Boise and hung out for a quick minute before heading up to Twin Springs and attending quite possibly the best outdoor festival/party I have ever been to. Seriously, it was glorious. There is just something about being outdoors, being surrounded by the majesty of mountains, a river, and hot springs that just takes the joy of a party to a whole new level. And this year (much like last year) there was awesome music, beautiful people, art...and FIRE. One of the Idaho-burners built flame-throwers to attach to the main dome. They shot flames over ten feet long, maybe even up to twenty feet. And the flames were controlled by a switch kept by the DJs' side. There's something quite spectacular about a massive flame shooting out at the exact moment that a beat drops. And there was a beach party too...music, food, friends, bloody marys, topless and bottomless sunbathers, cliff diving. It was as close to heaven as I've ever gotten.

swimmer's ear

Swimming suit shopping should be listed as a method of torture in the Geneva Convention. I am completely demoralized.
And to whomever invented the Miracle-suit...you sir are an asshole! Why you would think that any woman would want the fat from their bellies displaced until it becomes a massive fat roll spilling over the back is beyond me! There is a very very very bad place in hell waiting for you!

mimicry

It was inevitable. Knowing so many djs, bedroom and otherwise...eventually I would feel compelled to try and mix a couple of records. And I did exactly that...TRIED to mix records. Nothing will give you respect for somebody's skills faster than a little perspective on how some things are not nearly as easy as people make them seem. I only tried for about thirty minutes before I made myself stop. My stubborn streak is more like a stubborn gash. I'm the kind of person that thinks that "Bloody Knuckles" is more than just the name of the game...it's the final destination, the ultimate goal. So it was good that I stopped before deciding that staying awake for three days trying to cue a record was the thing to do.

potato head

I am, yet again, heading to Idaho this week. This will be the third time in a year that I have travelled to the land o' potatoes and skinheads. Let me tell you, that's three more times than I would have expected to have gone.
This time around though there will be more family introductions. I've already met the boy's mother and step-father, separately and during short meals at restaraunts. But this time it'll be the whole family and it'll be on their turf. Meeting the family includes the sister who I am most nervous about meeting and her husband who apparently likes to push people's buttons, of which I have many and they are incredibly molestable.
It's funny how, though I am now a woman in her thirties and have done this whole family dance...it still makes me feel like an awkward teenager. I've even thought that maybe I should go buy some new clothes so I don't look slobby. If there was overnight lipo, I might consider that as well. And I need my hair dyed. And I should get a manicure. And I have NO SHOES!!! It's all very silly.

family ties

I have just spent a long weekend doing a bunch of family stuff. My sister finished her undergrad degree, she got it just in the nick of time before hitting thirty. My brother got promoted to a higher rank in the military, he's so gung-ho that it really wouldn't surprise me at all if he ended up like Colin Powell one day. My dad came into town for my sister's graduation and he finally decided that it was time to acknowledge the elephant in the room, his girlfriend of five years. Now, that isn't to say that none of us knew about her. We all knew about her, even my mom, mostly because I decided to tell her about my dad's lady when I moved back here. I thought, "We're all adults, my parents have been divorced for years...it's not like my dad left my mom for this woman. It'll be fine." And so for a while it seemed like it was fine. Even when my dad first mentioned bringing Robin, it seemed like it would be okay.
But alas...it was NOT okay. It was very much not okay. My mom ended up being a slice of the bitterest fruit imaginable. She refused to sit with us at the graduation. Then later when she finally could not avoid a tete-a-tete with the new ladyfriend, she refused to look her in the eye, had the face of somebody getting a colonoscopy the whole time, and then proceeded to say some incredibly rude things.
It probably could have been a lot worse. My mom isn't always the most emotionally balanced person in the world. What kills me is the perception of it all. My mom thinks that what she did proved some kind of point, she probably feels some kind of internal validation. The rest of us are a little horrified that she could be so rude. And part of me really hoped that she would suck it up and act like the adult she is but then she didn't and I had to admit that in this instance, I gave her too much credit.
Ah well. That was the only "down" side of the weekend and it only took up about fifteen total minutes of real time. Everything else was great. My dad's new lady seems like a wonderful woman (I had not met her in person before this). We're all proud of my brother and sister. The boy met my dad and that seemed to go well. Next time maybe we'll get my mom on board with the whole happy family thing.

backwards

It is one of life's interesting conundrums:

When you find that you need love, comfort and reassurance, you find it easier to push away the very people who can give you what you need.

quizlet

1. Do you know anyone in Prison?
Indeed.
2. Have you ever logged onto a bf/gf/crush's myspace page?
Yes, but only while typing in his password with him sitting next to me. Then I block the information from my memory so it can never be used illicitly.
3. When is the last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?
Last night for dinner. I really need to go grocery shopping.
5. Have you ever gotten naked at a party?
I'm pleading the fifth on that one...and pleading it at least four or five times.
6. Name someone you miss.
My Kentrucky friends!
7. Are you named after a grandparent?
No, but I have an aunt's middle name.
8. Who loves you?
Telly Savalas
9. Have you ever broken a rib?
Just at Tony Roma's
10. Would you rather be a girl or a guy?
I'd rather be a asexual amoeba. But then I'd need birth control for masturbation.
11. Who is the most spoiled person you know?
I dunno...I'm pretty sure my sister's expiration date is way far gone.
12. Would you rather have a million dollars or true love?
I'm gonna have to know what the compound interest rates are for both before I make that decision. Cause love ain't buying me a condo and a million bucks ain't gonna tell me I look beautiful when I wake up in the morning.
13. Have you ever had sex in church?
No way. That's just weird.
14. Is your boyfriend/girlfriend a Marine?
Oh no.
15. What would you describe your last relationship as:
A good life experience.
16. Would you rather date someone 2 years younger or older?
Two years is pretty irrelevant in either direction.
17. What's your favorite junk food?
French fries.
18. Do you have a porn collection?
I have a few things left over from a previous collection now apparently owned by the ex of my friend who has a midget fetish.
19. Is your birthday on a holiday?
No but it often falls on Veteran's Day weekend....which only gets you a day off if you work for the gubbment.
20. Are you old enough to vote?
I'll be old enough to run for president soon.
21. Do you have any friends or family in the war right now?
Yes, we are all affected by the war whether or not we are deployed there.
22. Are you a vegetarian?
Mwahhhh Hahahahahhaa...
23. Do you worry about global warming?
I worry about worrying...
24. Do you like polar bears?
Oh yes...medium well with a side of hollondaise.
25. What song do you want played at your funeral?
Fat Bottomed Girls
26. Did you lose your virginity to your neighbor?
No...
27. Did or do you think your childhood dreams will come true?
I had crazy dreams about flying and fairies and men without faces who would chase me through Paris. So...ummm....yeah.
28. Do you wear your boyfriend/girlfriends clothes?
He has some bikini briefs that I like to wear sometimes. They're leopard printed.
29. Are you a country or city girl/boy?
City slicker.
30.Are you taller than 5'6"?
Yes, considering my gene pool...I ended up on the winning end of the height lottery.
31. Do you consider yourself spoiled?
No, last time I smelled myself, it seemed like I was still drinkable.

harry and the hendersons

Went to Sasquatch for the first time this past weekend. Rather than a long drawn out post detailing the minutia of the weekend, like overflowing port-o-potties and gross ass "chicken" gyros, I'll just speed things up a bit with a five most memorable things list:

5. Watching seriously drunk people stumble over to our camp and make complete and total asses of themselves. Including a girl who tried to steal our chairs, then when told they weren't hers...tried to smash them. And the guy who was being hazed and apparently pulled down his pants to pee while splayed out on the ground and then started to hump the grass.

4. The GORGE! Now I see why it is considering the most beautiful venue in the U.S. It was gorgeous, even on Sunday when the cold and strong wind caused the people in charge to close down a couple of stages.

3. Ghostland Observatory. In my next life, I want to come back as a beautiful and androgynous Native American dude who may be the only person ever to get away with wearing the tightest pants I have ever seen.


Seriously, the look of confusion on some of the men's faces as they wondered where the tingly feelings in their tummies were coming from because of the guy on stage was priceless.

2. Hanging out with awesome friends. In a crowd of tens of thousands, it's always a great feeling when you run across your friends/family and get to hang out.

1. The most magical, gorgeous, pixie goddess of light and magic with the best act I have ever seen in my entire life...BJORK!


My god...it was quite possibly the most amazing experience I have had... EVER! I thought I was going to give birth to a big ball of joy during her set. I was enraptured and enthralled. She seriously could have gotten me to commit ritual suicide I was so wrapped up in her. I get shivers just thinking about it. That one set made the entire weekend worth it!!!

sasquatch

We went to Sasquatch Festival this weekend at the Gorge Ampitheater in eastern Washington. It was a good time. My coworker, with the same moniker incidentally, saw a lot of the same bands at Coachella that were playing at Sasquatch. She came back not very impressed. With that in mind I kept my expectations fairly minimal. But I thought there were a lot of really good bands. My personal favorites included Ghostland Observatory, who had the most amazingly beautiful lead singer in quite possibly the tightest pants I have ever seen. Electrolene was a really cool band made up of all women. Arcade Fire was really cool. And then there was Bjork. Oh Bjork, fairy goddess of light and magic. I think I had a religious experience during Bjork. She had me completely and utterly enraptured. Her show was AMAZING and BEAUTIFUL and EXHILERATING!!! That show alone made the time, money, and effort worth it. Then there was Sunday. It ended up a mellow day with high winds that shut down a few stages. The only band that really caught my attention was The Dandy Warhols. The Beastie Boys just didn't do it for me, I fell asleep. Camping and port-o-potties turned out to be not so bad. My camp and fellow campers were fun. I didn't spend too much money. All in all, a very good weekend.

electrocution

I need a jolt, a shock, a sudden burst of...(long drawn out dramatic pause)... something. I need a little excitement in my life, preferably veering in the more positive direction. The hum-drumminess is starting to get to me. I'm bored. And when I'm bored I get cranky. I'm like a toddler that way. I need to refocus my energy into something. Exercise got boring and I've got the fifteen recently gained pounds to prove it. People got boring and I've got the marginally rewarding relationships to prove that as well. What to do, what to do?

new news

Gosh, having been gone since January you would think I would have a veritable buffet of stuff to talk about. But ehhhhh...not really.
I guess the only big change for me has been that I moved out of my old crack-alley apartment and moved into the "hood" of Seattle. And by "hood" I really mean super-gentrified neighborhood where housing prices have rocketed through the roof and into the upper stratosphere and the original habitants are being swiftly kicked out and replaced by super bourgeois latte-swilling yuppsters who would never do the suburbs. I moved in with a friend and it's been a re-learning experience of why I'm just really not a very easy person to live with.
Other than that, things are pretty much the same. Still with the same boy, that's going well. Still at the same job, that's still tolerable though maybe less so now that I suspect they will be telling us we have to start working every other weekend again. Still have the best dog ever, a fact now confirmed by my roommate's dog who I believe has the puppy equivalent of both ADHD and autism. Still trucking along...

gone, not forgotten

After a many-monthed unexplained disappearance, I am really and truley back. My computer went into a long and unexpected hibernation due to an evil takeover bid by spyware. Luckily, in the end, they lost. But they did manage to accrue massive casualties, like all of the photographs I had on my harddrive, six years of memories lost. Ah well...what can you do? Other than learn how to properly use your backup harddrive...