Gray Ghosts: June 2006

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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Nacho Libre!

I got my very own UFC fighter in my living room!
Thats what he gets for making me Bloody Mary's all night!
I can't decide if it is the Farmer's Tan or the uber tight Under Armor sleevless T. Could be the cut off shorty short sweatpants, whatever it is, IT'S HOT!

...and here is the money shot!

We are just getting him packed for Daytona. He is sad he has to go, so am I. We make eachother laugh and try to forget about it! He really does have a Mexican wrestler mask like Nacho Libre that Dan & Louis got him in Mexico. It is authentic. I like him to wear it to bed.

Home again, home again...

Jiggity Jig.

Thats a weird pic of Fisher if she were a parrot. I think it would be cool, because I could teach her to talk to me. I would drive around with her on my shoulder and take her wherever I went. Alas birds are dirty and bad for air quality in the home. Then again so are cats, but nobody seems to care about that. WTF ever.

So we got home and the first thing Mike notices is my sisters yard is mowed and her lawn mower hasn't moved...therefore it was his $300 and something dollar lawn mower that mowed the jungle that was her fucking yard. This is fucked on many levels. First off, she has money she can't touch easily but if something she needed came up she could get it therfore a mower is not out of her price range, she just wants my mom to mow it, or mom to pay my cousin to mow it. Either way it is fucked up and she is probably reading this and getting pissy, BUT SHE HAS NO RIGHT. You are an adult. You did not buy a condo, you bought a fucking house. Nut up and take care of it or ask you babies daddy to help you. I'm tired of my mom wasting her energy on your fucking yard. She even took you yard debris to the dump and sister that ain't free either. Remember Jorge the Mexican Gardener? Mom will never see your share of that $800 we paid his ass. I'm tired of her paying for your fucking lawn care. FUCK.

Do you realize Mike was so fucking mad we almost split up? Yes, it was that bad. Because I defend you and mom, yet I see his point of view. He went so far as to go create a new bank account of his own and shit. He feels like he has been disrespected and taken advantage of. Nobody cares about his feelings. He thinks we just put up with him so we can utilize his money. You people KNEW he didn't want you using his shit. How something like this got so blown out of proportion, I do not know. You are causing added pressure and problems in my marriage that I don't fucking deserve. PLEASE BUY A LAWN MOWER.

I love you and Potpourri to pieces and I do not want to cause a fight, but I can't take fighting with Mike either. Please just do the right thing. Do not let mom do your lawn anymore. If I had the balls I'd say these things to your face, but we always just end up yelling at eachother and for some crazy reason, YOU think there is nothing wrong with what you are doing! Do you want me to tell dad? I will!

There...My rant is over. That was cleansing, now where were we.

Yes, I remember, my homecoming. It was nice, except for the fighting. Fisher was very happy to see her mama and daddy. I did not even recognize my house when I entered. Mom & Cousin Matt painted the living room, dining room, hallway and bathroom. I can't be around paint fumes (I get choked up) so they did it while I was away. They also went to town on the backyard and cleaned the hot tub so it is up and running for the season. We decided to nut up and spring for the Lay-Z-Boy shit I want. An oversized loveseat with reclining foot rests and 2 recliners. It will give us more room if we get rid of the couch. So I am excited for all that. Ooh and digital cable too, just in time for UFC on 7/8. Yipee! I am super stoked for that. Why the major purchases? It is just time for new shit. Our furniture is crap. Makes my ass sore. I need digital cable so I can get on demand shit and pay per view shit. Plus with the new HD TV we got, there are no HD channels on regular cable, so they screw ya that way.

Mike leaves to film the Daytona Pepsi 400 tomorrow. I am excited. We need a break, plus he was fighting with his boss, they wanted to screw him over on his last check, but it's all good now. His job is secure (fo another week!) *wink wink* I think I am gonna throw a 4th of July BBQ. Don't know if it is gonna be friends or family of both. Could do both, my family and friends are very cool...we just wait for the blue hairs to go home before we break out the bong! Kidding...sort of. We are going up to central Washington to buy illegal fireworks from the Native Americans. Them Engines got the good shit baby! Mike puts on a real killer show every year, the neighborhood LOVES it!

Sunday, June 25, 2006

I miss my Peaches McGee

I am ready to come home.
I miss my bee bee gril, my weezy peazy, my snuzzler (I have a 100's of 'em).
I am sure mom and Cousin Matt are taking good care of her, but I miss my little cuddle bum. Nobody loves her like momma do.

The hotel is great, I hav caught up on tons and tons of sleep, I have eaten like a queen, (albeit once a day). I just miss home. I know better now how Mike feels leaving every week. It sucks being home sick.

Well I got some stuff to do, and I have to begin the packing process. The race is over and Mike will be home soon. I still wanna take a shower, I have been lazy today. Time to get my butt into gear.

Friday, June 23, 2006

Photo Bloggin Friday...

So today I dropped over $200 at the spa...bleh kill me now. Did get the best french mani. Nice pedicure too, sort of a golden red. Then I got a color weave. I initialy was going for reddish golden highlihts. But Mrs. Parton, you may call her Dolly, talked me into blonde. Not sure about it just yet...Anywho, got ahold of some firewire and was able to upload some pics of the trip so far. Enjoy!

Pretty Central Southern Oregon sunset on the way down.

The beautiful Napa Valley.

Crossing this beauty will cost you $5 BOTH WAYS!

Where the Magic happens!

Where more of the Magic happens...

Sweet view out my back door!

Just Relaxin...

My killer new sweatshirt...BUBBA GUMP'S BABY!

Thats all for now. I may go get a massage or something tomorrow. I have decided not to go to the race. It's just to friggin' hot and my Oregon skin is far too fair for the California sun!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Cheez with my Whine.

I got a touch of Cabin Fever.

To relieve it, I hopped of my scooter and ventured out of my hotel room today. For those of you wondering, my scooter is smallish, dark cherry red and black with a bit of faux wood trim. I goes about as fast as my fella can jog. I love it, but because I don't think I need it, I don't use it often enough. I am too young to need that friggin' thing. Today though I was glad I had it.

After Rosario came to clean my digs, I took a looong hot shower and got dressed. Then I wanted a drink, and I have to have ice, but I did not know where the ice machine was. SO I jumped on my scoot and toodled out my door first to the right for a bit, and then I turned around because I had been traveling a fortnight and found no ice machine. Past my room up the other hall and poof there was the ice room. This hotel is so fancy, they have a room for their ice machine. To call it the ice room is sort of an oxymoron because the temp in that room had to be close to 100 degrees if not more. I was afraid my ice would melt before I could get outta there. I got my ice, got back on my ride, and scooted home again.

This trip to the ice machine did not satisfy my need to roam so I decided to go outside. I tore off down the hall to the outside door and scooted out into the sun. BIG mistake, since I hate the sun. Bleh, too hot. So I drove outside on down to the main entrance and into the lobby. The couches and chairs were filled with snoots drinking wine and talking softly, and staring at me. I think one of them pointed even. I scooted past them giving them the bird and slid up to the bar they had sent up in the lobby. "White Zinfendel please, and fill the glass thank you." I got my wine from Hoots Mcgee who was wearing way too much rouge. (I didn't know anyone under 55 still wore it but I guess they do.) I also scooped up a napkin, unfolded it and filled it with cute little cubes of cheese and wraped it up and put it in my basket. Picked up my vino and flipped the bluehairs the bird again and scooted off back to my room.

The wine was sweet and good and the cheese fabulous...I just called and they have put it away for the night, but you can bet I will be back (maybe more than once) tomorrow night after the spa treatments I signed up for!

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

ROAD TRIP!!!

So I'm in Napa Valley...
The land of grapes and shit.

I do like wine, don't get me wrong, I love me some wine. I could never live here though. It is dusty and dirty and nothing like home. Oregon is so clean and green and smells so, I dunno, fresh. I love to see new places and vacation and I don't mean to diss California, but let's just say I can see why ya'll are moving North!

The trip down was pretty uneventful. Left P Town about 8pm and got to Sonoma round 6am. Hotel room wasn't ready so I had to sleep 2 hrs. in a rest stop albeit a nice one. Calfornia do have some nice rest stops I'll give 'em that. Got my room, Mike went in to work, and the Oxygen idiots came. Of course they delivered the wrong type of unit. So here it is Wednesday and I am still calling their Sonoma office to get my goods. Slightly bitchy, yet still understanding.

The Hotel is GORGEOUS otherwise. I have taken pictures and stuff but I forgot my card reader AND my firewire so I have to go buy one tonight. There is a spa here too. I am going for a pedi and a mani tomorrow and I may do something with my hair. It is getting gray and needs some help. A colour weave or wash maybe, who knows. They also have like 30 spa treatments to choose from and I may have one of those as well!

I'll blog all about the place when I can upload my pics. Monday night we drove into San Fran and went to Pier 39 for dinner. I wanted Bubba Gumps! Mike always talks about them so we went there. I spent about $70 in gifts alone...sheesh. I hope we can go back during the day so I can take some pics of the city. Gas is like 60 cents more there. Christ on a crutch. How do you do it Stace! (Hope you come home soon, get ahold of me when ya do!)

I will upload my pictures tonight or tomorrow and tell ya more!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

WHO ARE YOU?

Please tell me, I must know...

SO I have been doing some snooping and it seems there are some people checking me out in my area that I do not know! Or maybe I do know you, I don't know. I opened up my comments section to Anonymous comments so all readers may post whats on their mind. Please won't you humor me? Let me know you stopped by and say Hi!

You are from Columbia City...
You are from Sandy...
You are from Vancouver (Wash)...

I know when you stop by, how long you stay, where you came from, where you are going...all sorts of goodies. SO why don't you SAY SOMETHING!

Some other weird stuff. Someone doing a Google search on people loosing their left eye found me. So did someone doing a search on the words Oedipus Complex and the movie Fight Club together. Yikes. Someone searching the keywords "tattoos" & "meisha".?. Dr.Seuss quotes, and Not, Bad & Hemorrhoidectomy. Double Yikes. People looking for stuff on Reno find me too, oh and drunks who Google Bloody Mary also find me. (Guilty.) Today I had a hit from someone doing a Google search on scratches caused by ghost...for which there were 1,010,000 matches. Spooky!

So yeah...Drop me a line why dontcha.

Oh, one more thing. I added a little blog rating thingamajigger down on the right sidebar just above the current Terror Alert Level. Am I HOT or NOT. Rate me if ya got a second. Sweet.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Should I stay or should I go...

So I got this cold...

Right now it is in my head, literally. Why is this a big deal you ask? Well, breathing don't come easy for me. I can't breathe out of my nose tonight so I have to slip my oxygen tube down to my bottom lip so I can breathe in and out of my mouth. My nose is pretty much useless. Afrin is like acid to my ultra tender nasal tissue and I will only use it, 1 squirt per nose hole, before bed. I was sorta addicted to it for a spell and I try to use it only as a last resort. You should see some of the stuff that comes out of my nose because of the constant flow of o2. I don't wanna gross you out, well I take that back. If I had pics I'd post them. SO...my predicament. Should I tell Mike & mom I feel worse today? If I do I will surley be sent to the Dr.'s with the quickness. I don't think I need to go for a head cold. If it moves to my chest I understand I must go. But this is all part of having a compromised immune system. I still take chemo pills everyday. I am going to catch every bug that comes my way. Thats part of the deal. Plus I have dinner with friends tomorrow night and physical therapy too. I want to be able to go, so I am not going to tell them I am still sick. I will play it cool. If it moves south, I will go to the Dr.'s. This ain't my first rodeo folks. I'm just a little under the weather!

Mama waddn't too sick to take her Bee Bee to the dog park today though! I gotta take my camera next time we go, she is so funny and so cute. She is a huntress. She stalks her quary like a linx. I hang out by the gate cause I don't do the whole "walking" thing much anymore, at least not for any length to speak of. Fish stays in the vacinity and greets each new dog by laying on her belly, head downbetween her feet, eyes fixed and when the dog gets close enough, she SPRINGS TO LIFE and runs first toward the dog, then quickly away from the new dog trying to get it to take chase. It is because of her inherited pointing insticts that we never nurtured. She is so intense. She actually lifts her right foot when she spots Fat Man the squirrel in her yard. She would have been one helluva hunting dog. We didn't teach her that stuff, she was born with it.

Alas she is a princess. Spoiled to the bone. She is bathed with oatmeal shampoo and smells like coconuts. She eats off of forks and plates and sleeps with her head on pillows and likes to be covered up. She doesn't like to be in the rain and has her nails done and ears cleaned weekly. She rides in her van with her name proudly displayed on the side of her window and greets the coffee shack man, the pharmacist, the banker, anyone with a bone and an "Ooh your dog's so pretty!". She is my daughter. I love her more than anything. When I was sick(er) and didn't want to get out of bed most days, I had to because of her. She needed to go potty and needed to be fed. When she was done she'd meet me back in bed and we'd cuddle and doze in and out of sleep all day long til someone made us get outta bed. I am very thankful for her and I think she is part of the reason I am doing better health wise. Her love, my need to spoil her, it makes me feel good. She is my Furbaby.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I be illin'

Today...

I woke up (still sick) to Suresh from Bangladesh. He works for Dell and is handling my case. I forgot to tell ya, my speakers on my baby laptop went out. Don't fret, they were under warranty. Dell however found a way around it. Punkass bitches. It seems the initial service call for a new mother board was closed, problem not solved. The problem was never the mother board. It was the screen wih the built in speakers. That created a second service call, which was now not covered in the warranty. The warranty expired the 28th and the screen came in on the 2nd. WARRANTY EXPIRED. Oh they screwed me good and hard. I sicked ole One Shot on 'em! You got one shot with Mike. I will not got into details, it was painfull to listen to. He made people cry. SERIOUSLY. In the end, I got a new screen shipped out to me. They wanted to replace my 12 inch with a 15 (refurbished) I promptly said fuck you, size matters and I think the little ones are cute...

I then watched 2 World Cup matches. We are soccer peeps. USA lost their match, but watching the next match Italy (Mikes team) Vs. Ghana made up for the loss. I don't know of another country that produces such beautiful men. I was drooling the entire time. Forza Italia!

Oh yeah Italy won. They were just too sexy.

Then I ordered new checks. I have 3 left, so I figured it was time. I currently have Humane Society checks but this time I wanted something more personal. I got checks with Fisher P. on them! I found a company that will put any picture you want on your checks. They sent me a proof and they are so friggin' cute! Too bad I pay for most everything on line or with a debit card.

What else did I do...I took a shower to clear my head...but then I remembered I can't breath very well in the steam. So with the plugged up head and the hot steam I went into panic mode and had to eject off of my shower stool (yeah I'm 30 & I sit when I shower, BITE ME!) with the quickness and opened the door to let some air in. I almost killed myself. I aborted the mission, dried off and crawled into bed where I slept until dinner.

So now I am up for the night with a stomach ache. I took too many pills. Do not fear. It was not a cry for help. I just want to get over this cold AND the shingles. So on top of the 20 or so pills I have to take everyday to keep breathing, I took 3 pills for the shingles, 4 cold pills for sinus pressure and 2 Mucinex to get the rattling out of my chest. It is very uncomfortable, the rattling AND the pharmaceutical cocktail burning a hole in my gut.

Tomorrow I am going to COSTCO. I love that place. I need to make my list so I must go. If I think of anything funny later, I'll let you know, but this post is going to have to do for the night.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Photo Bloggin Friday...

Er...um, I mean Saturday.

FINALLY my plates came today. 3 friggin months I waited. Please excuse the dirt, I am going to get her washed this evening. It is the Oregon Salmon plate. Teal with a pink and grey salmon behind the letters. (I should have taken a close up shot.)

This is his old car...I'd post a pic of the CRV but it is at the beach today. Can you tell we like Hondas? You CAN'T BEAT THEM. This car is 6yrs. old and has only depreciated $6,000 since being bought AND it has almost 100,000 miles or it. EAT THAT V.W. & TOYOTA! (Notice I didn't mention an American car cause, well they can't even hang. Sad..BUT TRUE!)

Backyard Nemesis...this is Fat Man. Fisher wants to get him. If I see him out there on the box I say "Fish, he's on the box!" and she sneaks ever so slowly onto the deck and goes on point...then when the time is right...she runs for him and sends him back up the tree!

This is his asshole buddy Blu Jay. This son of a bitch has found my stash of peanuts, sunflower seeds and birdfood. I now have to store it inside. He is worse than a Crow. I watch him bully the cute little song birds and steal Fat Man's peanuts. He takes a nut, hides it, comes back for another. Mother fucker will never remember where he put them.

This is my sweet little Tweety Bird. These are the kinds of birds I want to attract...Fuck the dirty Blue Jays and Crows! (I just may borrow my dads pellet gun.)

This is my animal sanctuary. I also have 2 hummingbird feeders. They are very cool birds. It is hard to keep up with all of the animals, they know where to get food now so they are coming around all the time. I gotta feed 'em everyday. Notice the corn cob crib is empty and so is the bird feeder...I am teaching them a lesson.

This is a shot of my container vegetable garden just past the deck railing. You can hardly see it, but I have 7 varieties of tomatos, 2 peppers, 2 artichokes and 2 zuchinnis. Please do not look further into my sisters desheveled yard. Her poor 110lb. Rottweiler is lost back there in the grass...we haven't seen him for days. I am sure he has starved to death by now.

This is the view looking the other way at most of my flowers around the hot tub. You can also see my sweet fire pit (covered) we sit around at night drinking...good times. I don't know if you can see, but past my hanging flower baskets on the right, you can see nothing but blackberry bushes, brush and trees. THAT is Drunkard Mc Treehuggers fucked up yard! I hear him attempt to start some piece of lawn equipment today (could not see him of course) but no dice...it could not cut through the impenetrable forrest that is his backyard. Fuckface.

This is my little herb garden in a strawberry pot. I got the idea from Paula Deen.

Here is Fisher P. being naughty...

Here I am being naughty...

Oh! I almost forgot! Here are my nasty bitchass Shingles on my thigh! Today was the worst so far. I am going to go drink another bottle of Shiraz for dinner. Must...kill...the pain.

Friday, June 09, 2006

I'M HAVING A BABY!!!

Well...sort of.

'Bout as pregnant as I am ever gonna get! My little sister HooHa is having a baby! I am gonna be an Auntie! I am so excited, I can't stand it. She is happy, Potpourri her boyfriend is happy, my dad and step-mom are happy, my mom though...not so much.

See mom knows HooHa, better than HooHa knows her HooHa. She knows HooHa can barely take care of herself sometimes so she is very worried about her health. This made for a sticky situation yesterday when we told our parents. I say we because they wanted me there to ease the initial shock. My folks gave up on being grandparents a few years ago. What with me being sick and my eggs fried by chemo, I was a no go. My sisters health is poor too. She is a type 1 diabetic and has Graves disease (hyperthyroidism). She doesn't manage her diabetes well either. She gets put into the hospital for ketoacidosis twice a year or so. She scares us sometimes. Factor in pregnancy, and it gets dicey. Ever seen Steel Magnolias? There ya go. Yeah, that was 20 years ago, diabetics have babies all the time nowadays. Still...we worry.

So we decided to have a BBQ to break the news. Had the whole immeadiate family there. We thought we should wait until after eating to break the news, incase there was crying (the bad kind) or someone wanted to storm off (HooHa or Mom. Whoever couldn't hang). The time just slipped away, I kept kicking her under the table, she was so scared. Dad pipes up "Well I gotta get goin' got an early get up." I whisper in his ear "You can't go yet daddy, HooHa's got something to tell ya." So he hushes up and then she says "Well, I know you have been sayin' your gonna be grandparents (My cousin just told us she is pregnant too, they are close)and I just wanted to tell you, your gonna be grandparents for real." They were shocked and didn't believe her at first, then they realized we wern't joking. I thought my moms head was gonna explode. I could tell it wasn't good news to her. That sucked. I knew if it had been me, it would have broken my heart to see her upset about my baby.

HooHa was a champ though. Mom will come around. She is already better today. My folks are gonna be the best grandparents a kid could ever ask for. It is a high risk pregnancy, but it can be done. Bottom line is her health is top priority. We all understand that.

On a sad note...I have the Shingles for the 347th time. It seems like I get them every 6 weeks. I have a compromised immune system and any kind of stress be it a slight cold or just Mike coming home (haha) sets them off. They are caused by the chicken pox virus.Very interesting indeed... They friggin hurt like a MoFo. Luckily they are in a small patch on my outter thigh...could be mucho worse. I could have 'em in my buisness. Hey, it happens!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Calgon...take me away.

My favorite place to be...the Oregon coast.

This is a picture I took one evening from a beach house in Neskowin that we rent sometimes. It also happens to be where Mike proposed to me. Up on the cliff, overlooking the ocean. Beautiful place. Lotsa good memories there.

This pic was taken from the deck. Raccoons like to come up here bout this time of night and snatch up some leftovers from The Dorry Cove we leave out for them. After experience, I can tell you never turn your back on a coon...

Here are the monkeys. The are eating parasites off of one another.

Really it is Gramma Griff and HooHa looking at moms hair for some reason. I just though it was a moment of bonding so I snapped the picture.

Well that didn't work...I have to go find out WTF is up with my pictures...

I just wish I could go on vacation there soon. I am going to Sonoma with Mike on the 16th. He is shooting the NASCAR race down there, it is within driving distance, and Nihilly lives just a short drive south from there, so I am going with. At least I get to live in a swanky hotel and eat out every night for 10 days. Oh and I get to meet one of my very most favorite blogging pals. HOPEFULLY...he is making excuses as to why he may not be able to see me. He is scared I think...he can meet everyone else, 'cept me.

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