Stayed pretty busy this weekend.

Friday night TKs band played, so I stayed home with the kids. I helped the 10YO with his research project on Rhode Island. I think pulling my eyelashes out, one at a time, would be a less painful undertaking. Lefty came over, and we crammed for our karate test. If I pass the test tomorrow, it will be because of Lefty. The 3YO stalked Lefty while we practiced.

Saturday I spent the day at the do jang for testing. I was quite disappointed in my performance. I made stupid mistakes on continuous form, parts of basics and hol sin sol. I think I did okay on terminology, bong form, and il soo sik. I hope I didn't screw up enough to fail, however I won't be surprised if I don't advance. After testing, I came home, ate an eggo, helped 10YO some more with his project, put a cartoon on for 3YO, and took a power nap on the couch. I know it was a good nap because I woke up with my face in a puddle of drool.

After nap time I had to hurry up and get ready for a big night on the town with TK. We went to Ninfas for dinner. I had two ninfa-ritas and three cheese enchilladas. Yum. Then we went to see The Life Aquatic. Willem Dafoe is a comedic genius. I so wish I could own a pair of Zissou Adias.



After the movie we went and crashed the E-Dan celebration at On the Border. The group was just finishing up with dinner as we arrived. TK went to the bar to get me a margarita and himself a DosEquis draft. Some folks at the table were lamenting the fact that the waitress was a complete moron. She proved this only moments later when she whined because she didn't know which tab to put mine and TKs drinks on. Of course the obvious reply is "no one's stupid; we paid for these at the bar."

At some point the group started talking about who would play each of us in a Tang Soo Do movie. A young Kirstie Alley and Bridget Fonda were suggested for my part. I'm not sure I see either of them, but at least no one suggested Martha Plimpton or Kathy Bates play my part.

The weather totally bites today. The pelicans seem to like it though. Perhaps it's easier for them to herd fish in a cold rain.

I'm trying to stay awake. I'm fueling my body with coffee, dark hersey kisses, and cheetos. Puffy not crunchy. Although the puffy ones crunch as much as the crunchy ones do. I guess the crunchy ones just look crunchier than the puffy ones. Are they even called puffy and crunchy or is that something I made up because I think one looks puffy and the other crunchy? I'll have to check it out at Frito Lay.

Hold on a sec....

Yep, puffs and crunchy. Perhaps you already know this, you can play "Cheetos Mystery Match" and "Cheetah Ball" on the Cheeto web site. I'm too lazy to type in the URL, so if you're at all itrigued by this little nugget of info, you'll have to find it yourself.

Speaking of food. One of the guys I work with doesn't like bread. He's American and yet the soft, succulant gift of WonderBread makes him gag. He also hates macaroni and cheese. Lefty may have met her match in the "most bizarre not-eating habits" department. I think I'm going to do gift baskets for them on their b-days filled with tasty goodies like ketchup, white bread, mac'n'cheese, cane's sauce, and frankfurters.

I like that word, "frankfurters." It really rolls off the tongue and it's fun to type. It makes me giggle.

I'm manic. I like it more than being depressed.

Still feeling crappy. Guess I will for a while. I couldn't sleep last night, so I ate Ruffles and played Metroid Prime until 1:28 in the morning. Let me just say, I hate the friggin' Ghost Chozo. Their cackling when you can't see them totally creeps me out.

Life is strange. It is terryfying that the entire fabric of one's reality can be altered in an instant. Altered by something that happened over thirty years ago. It only takes four little words for that distant action to completely bear upon the present.

Yesterday morning I woke up and my biggest concerns were whether I'd ever be able to make it to work on time again and whether I should test for 1st gup this Saturday. By the time I went to bed those little worries seemed thoroughly insignificant. People I love made poor choices in the past. Those poor choices have been brought to light. And now, because these people are dear me, my entire perception of my family has changed. And it isn't just my perception. Everyone in my family will be affected by this. Relationships are going to be shattered. Love will be replaced by hate. Nothing will ever be the same.

I don't want this hurt. I'm selfish. I want my "Leave It to Beaver" world back.

Got my hair cut today. I went with the "ashley judd" again. Didn't get the highlights though, cuz I can't afford them at the moment. I have dalmatian hair now. I'm going to have to go buy some $8 dark brown to cover up all the blonde that remained after that cut. My hair looks stoopid.

I almost forgot I had a web site...actually I did forget...but now I've remembered so I'm going to try to be disciplined about posting.

Went out to lunch to day with some folks from the office. We've decided that the second floor is the cool floor. We've adopted a few cool people who are unlucky enough to work on uncool floors. Hopefully they'll be able to make it to mecca before they decide to slit their wrists.

Of course, there is a short list of uncool people who somehow managed to get office space on the second floor. We're certain they're spies...or demons from hell sent to torment us.