Tuesday, February 22, 2011

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Background info: I work in the Science & Math department at my school. I’m basically there to answer questions, get the phone, sometimes tutor, and generally create a diversion/wall for the dean so she doesn’t have to listen to all the issues students have. There is a giant “X” in front of my desk where people place their milk crates and complain about everything they wish was not their fault. Sometimes the conversations I have just leave me shaking my head and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry because, unfortunately, these people are responsible for the future.

This morning’s episode stared a 20ish yr old kid inquiring about which programs he could take that required the least amount of math possible because, and I quote, “Them white teachers just be failin’ me for no reason. They won’t let any n***a in here pass. You must have that problem too, huh?” One: He was white. Two: Rude. There’s no need for that shit. Three: Uhhh, seriously dude?? Maybe he’s going through some sort of identity crisis, I don’t know. But something about the thick aroma of marijuana permeating off of him made me think it was just his high verbally puking everywhere. Especially after he followed it up with “No reason I can’t pass with a 60%”, and, “I need to get me a female teacher. They grade easy.”

And just when I thought he couldn't get any more awesome, ten minutes later I heard him having this conversation:

Him: “When I have kids I’m never going to make them do any of that exotic shit?”
Girl: “Like what?”
Him: “Like go to the mountains.”

I really feel like I owe it to society to procreate in order to level out the idiocy that people like this inflict on the world.

End hater moment.

Perhaps it’s time to dust this thing off….?

Clearly writing/blogging has not been on the top of my priority list since, well, 2008. And 2010 got the serious stiff from me. Doesn’t mean I don’t have anything to say--really, when do I NOT have SOMETHING to talk about??—just haven’t felt it in a long time. But I’m over being over it. Thankfully after seeing that about 1/4th of the 40ish peeps I’m “stalking” have been just as slackerish on their own blogging I don’t feel quite so lame.

So… this is my attempt to start writing more in 2011.
Baby steps to big blogs.
Baby steps.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009


I'd be lying if I said I'd never consider the idea of moving to Alaska so I could be closer to my sister and niece. I could survive in 50 below weather in the winter, right?? It would be worth it if that meant I was able to watch this one grow up..

Every picture pulls at my heart strings, and I cry a little bit on the inside for not being closer.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Kari & Jeremy

Sunday night was my first of five weddings to attend this summer. It was a fairly small outdoor gathering of family and friends at the Robinswood House on the east side, and the weather was nice enough to hold out.... (one loud thunder clap had me nervous for a second, though).

The groom: I've only met Jeremy a hand full of times, but my interactions with him have been quite entertaining. For example, we conversed back and forth the week prior to the wedding about where he could take his bride to be/birthday girl to find an, and I quote, "inappropriately hot little dress/skirt/etc to go dancing in." His girl is hot, i cant blame him. Quite laughable, and he got a thumbs up for that one.

The bride: Ms. Kari. She looked insanely gorgeous. She comes from a long line of crafty woman, so it was no surprise to me that her big sis made all the food, and that her mother had made her dress as well as the dresses for the two flower girls. Brides tend to be a little spastic day of, but if she felt that way she kept it together quite nicely. Instead of entering into a whirlwind of hair and make-up freak outs, I walked into Kari--in jeans and a t-shirt, 30 minutes prior to go time--applying "fancies" to her niece. Cool and calm, that's how she rolls.

The camera battery was beeping at me towards the beginning of the ceremony, so I tried to save what life was left for one picture of the love birds. I snapped this shot and then it immediately died. At least I got it :)

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Winter Formal - A Night of Getting Awesome

Ever have one of those moments where you stop and think to yourself....What did I do?? Yeah. I was asking myself that Saturday night at Winter Formal. I looked around throughout the course of the evening and saw everything from strip teases to people dancing with a cabbage patch doll, NKOTB groupies to the Mad Hatter and other members of his tea party. It was mayhem in its finest form, silliness in the most serious of ways, and hands down one of the best times I've had in a while. It may have even beat out last year's prom in the fun factor category. It was that great.

The photographer's pictures are up...and available here!!

These were a few of my favorites. I think they speak for themselves....

Friday, January 23, 2009

They came. They saw. They left with my heart.

For some oddball reason my sister loves living in Alaska with no running water, partial electricity, no relatively close neighbors (which at times I can understand), fifty degree below weather in the winter, and using an outhouse. My time with her is obviously limited. When summer time rolls around I’ll make my way up there, especially since Atigun was born, but for now I’ll have to settle for the extended layover mi familia decided to take in Seattle last week. It was slumber party central at my place, which basically equates to me keeping the baby awake until 3am for two days straight so I could get my time crunched love on.

I first met Atigun in August, just a few months after she was born. She has grown quite a bit since then and I must say, my niece is pretty Gerber-ish. I’m not just talking about that whole, “the perfect baby looks like blah blah Gerber blah,” she really looks like friggin Gerber on the jar. And apparently I am not the only one who thinks so, as my sister has been hearing that quite frequently.

One of my oldest, nearest, and dearest is a photographer and was able to snap some shots of the pretty girl right before they headed back home. I picked the pictures up last night and now have further evidence of my claim…

I rest my case.

We seriously need to enter her into some sort of baby food/college fund/Regis & Kelly/money winning contest.

GAWD she’s cute!!!!

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Tunnels?? Really??

I am a self admitting pack-rat. I understand the urge to keep shit around.
But keeping (apparently) deadly trash....??

Hoarder Dies After Becoming Lost in Maze of His Own Trash
An eccentric loner in Britain hoarded so much trash he had to burrow through it to get around his home — then got lost in the maze of tunnels Friday and died of thirst.

Human mole Gordon Stewart, 74, had filled his rooms up to the ceiling with 10 years’ worth of garbage and clutter, making it impossible to walk around.

The compulsive hoarder is believed to have become disorientated inside the walls of rotting trash and unable to find a way out — then collapsed with dehydration.

Neighbors raised the alarm after failing to see him leave his house in Broughton, Bucks, for several days.

When cops arrived, the stench from the garbage was so foul they brought in a police diving team equipped with breathing apparatus.

It is believed they crawled around the tunnel network until they uncovered Stewart’s body.

A neighbor revealed: “A police officer said the interior was piled up with huge mounds of rotting rubbish and there was an elaborate network of tunnels to move around."

“They think Stewart may have got lost and died from dehydration.”


People never cease to amaze me.