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!!!!

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.”

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People never cease to amaze me.

A useless piece of figure skating knowledge.

It was fifteen years ago today that Nancy Kerrigan was clubbed over the knee…



…which subsequently caused her to withdraw from the '94 Olympic trials, whine her way past the USOC onto the team, bump my beloved Michelle Kwan out of Lillehammer, gain a two million dollar contract from Disney, and then bitch about winning a silver metal.

Call me heartless.
I’m just a bit bitter on the subject.
Still.

christmas tree, OHHHHHHH christmas tree.....

i don't mind that its been snowing for a week. i don't mind seeing another ten days of snow in the forecast. i don't mind feeling like i'm stuck on an island, that the buses are not running, or that i've had to use six vacation days thus far because i haven't been able to get to work.

....wait a minute. YEAH i do!!

jules and i were going to get our christmas tree last weekend but given that she doesn't drive in the snow, (which really is better for everyone), we still didn't have one as of two days ago. no bueno. considering that and the fact i get SERIOUS cabin fever --like, i almost jumped off the deck a few times from boredom-- i decided to make a tree. i gave a quick tutorial to everyone on how to make paper snowflakes, (apparently they had forgotten that from third grade... weird), i made the frame out of red wrapping paper, and wah-la.... i have a tree residing over my fire place. here is the finished product:




yeah, im that rad. at least it kept me occupied.
speaking of which, im stuck at home... again.
what to do... what to do...

Todays rundown:

I wake up, get dressed, head for the bus. Its roughly 8:45 in the AM. I stand there for over an hour and a half before a bus comes. Upon arrival the driver says he is too full. I say F it, call up the roomie, hit up Alki Café for some grub. Two buses pass by while I'm eating. Figures. Bill comes, and so does another bus. I run out, catch it, and as I hit the Admiral junction it starts snowing. I decide to go for it and head to the east side anyways. Two hours later I’m at work facing roughly 400 unread emails. I’m ready to go back home.

How I know that I’m getting older:

3) My joints hurt when it’s cold outside.

2) I no longer look at children and think “They’re cute, but I’m glad they’re not mine,” and instead I feel my ovaries scream “I want one of those!!”

1)I just spent 30 minutes planning out my Friday evening, which will now consist of making dinner for a gaggle of girls and watching Kung Foo Panda.



Tragic.

Break time!!

Fall quarter is officially over – thank cheese and everything else that is holy. Had my last final last night, and after bombing the hell out of the test I still pulled off an A. I just looked up my total GPA, and after workin out a 3.8 I realize how completely ridiculous I am... for not being satisfied with it of course. Someone slap me.

I have the next three weeks off. Whatever shall I do with myself?