Okay....
quick update:
I moved in with my grandmother in Solana Beach last week. It's a pretty big adjustment, since I also started two new jobs at the same time!!! Life is an adventure.
I should get internet installed this Friday SOOOOO expect some blogging this weekend.
(I am currently stealing internet at my local Panera Bread.)
:) I will be back in my internet addicted state VERY soon.
PS I took my first bath in years this week. Without the internet to distract me, I had time to sit in the tub with a good book. Pretty nice-uh.
30 August 2007
18 August 2007
Happiest Place on Earth
My sister Rosie and my niece Jazmyne were in San Diego visiting this past week and it was such a blast. We all loved having uninterrupted time together. The highlight of the week was a trip to DISNEYLAND!!!! Our family has always had a fondness for Mickey's homeland so these trips are a tradition of sorts. Wednesday morning we loaded our backpacks with snacks and water bottles (93 degrees!!!) and packed into Mom's minivan. Disneyland opens at 8:00 am and we were there by 8:30 ready for a FULL day of fun. 
Our first ride of the day was Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. It was a hit with all of us! (We loved it so much we rode it twice.) Please note my Mother's hand gesture in the picture. She is pretty hardcore for an old broad. ;)
We also LOVED Splash Mountain! Joel and Jazzy got soaked in the front. 
Petra and I were extra cute having Sisterly Splash Mountain Fun!
I spent the day patiently looking for my own Prince Charming...
Butt I only found some Pirate's Booty.... (jajajjajajaa I crack myself up.) The search continued for true love...
NOPE!!!! NOT HIM!!! No man should ever wear a mesh shirt.... NEVER EVER!!
I did find love with my new friend Flora. Joel, Jazzy, and I hung out in the petting zoo talking to all of the animals. Flora was the smallest and sweetest of all the goats. We were very sad to part with her. You can tell she is fond of me too by the way she leans towards me. We love to cuddle. All in all it was a fabulous day. It ended with one of the best fireworks shows I've ever seen AND I drove us home in under an hour... I know I'm good!
[If anyone ever needs a family to go to Disneyland with, we are available and interested!]
12 August 2007
Dog vs. Cat
Why I am a dog person....
A Dog's Diary
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! Yummy!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids are up! Playtime!
Noon - Oh boy! Out in the yard! Love it!
2 pm - Oh boy! A ride in the car! Whoopi!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids back from school! More play!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! Wahoo!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad!
8 pm - Oh boy! More Dog food! Yummy!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs from master on the couch! The best!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my master's bed! Can't beat it!
A Cat's Diary
Day 183 of my captivity - My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait.
It's only a matter of time.
A Dog's Diary
7 am - Oh boy! A walk! My favorite!
8 am - Oh boy! Dog food! Yummy!
9 am - Oh boy! The kids are up! Playtime!
Noon - Oh boy! Out in the yard! Love it!
2 pm - Oh boy! A ride in the car! Whoopi!
3 pm - Oh boy! The kids back from school! More play!
4 pm - Oh boy! Playing ball! Wahoo!
6 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Mom!
7 pm - Oh boy! Welcome home Dad!
8 pm - Oh boy! More Dog food! Yummy!
9 pm - Oh boy! Tummy rubs from master on the couch! The best!
11 pm - Oh boy! Sleeping in my master's bed! Can't beat it!
A Cat's Diary
Day 183 of my captivity - My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.
Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed.
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.
There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.
The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait.
It's only a matter of time.
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