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Happy Birthday Cavaticat!
Jul 3rd
And I have a gift for you, kiddo.
‘Cept you’re not a kiddo anymore. I have something for you, old lady. But I’m too broke to ship it so I’ll bring it to you at Dragon*Con.
Because I wuv you oh so muchly.
The Weekend.
May 11th
Confused.
I can’t really go into the WI3D thing. I’m not sure what will end up on the actual show or what’s coming up in the next few weeks. Much conversation. If you were listening to the live feed, then . . . well . . . I can’t really say. People are unhappy, plans are in the works, and I’m just gonna keep going and see how it all plays out. I’m just a bit player on someone else’s podcast so I just do what I’m told.
After.
Took Eliza home and LaDawn and I went up to Mill Ave. I don’t feel safe there on my own now after what happened to Ed, but when someone’s with me I’m not so nervous. We shared a dinner at My Big Fat Greek Restaurant and then hung out at Lanita. Visited with the few people who still work there that I know. Talked about Ed. Met some shady guy who says he’s a lawyer but also mentioned he lives in a motel on University. Sure. Betcha there’s a lot of baggage there! Made it home by Midnight so I didn’t turn into a pumpkin.
Mother’s Day.
Phone rang (ignored) around 3:30 am and Max had drunk dialed me from some bar. Left a Happy Mother’s Day message. Kid still doesn’t understand time differences. Ginnie managed to wander home mid-morning and gave me a gorgeous flowering plant. I made my obligatory call to my own Mother. Dad called this evening to say Happy Mother’s Day and Casey is supposed to take me to Texas Roadhouse for dinner . . . at 8 . . . and it’s 7:40 and I have no idea where he is. Whatever.
Wait, he just called and I get to pick him up. Hope it’s not too crowded!
Hope yous guys had a nice Mother’s Day!
Hot diggity DAMN!
May 9th
Ticket Information
Passenger(s): DEBRA WALKER,
VIRGINIA WALKER
Hawaiian record locator: XXXXXX
Ticket type requested: electronic (e-ticket)
CheapTickets record locator: XXXXXXXX
Airline ticket number(s): XXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXX
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Hawaiian # 35
Phoenix Sky Harbor Intl (PHX) to Honolulu/Oahu International (HNL)
Departure (PHX): June 12, 8:15 AM MST (morning)
Arrival (HNL): June 12, 11:40 AM HST (morning)
It’s official! I’m so excited. The only problem is he can’t afford the tickets to get us back home. He’s expecting his economic recovery check to be mailed and will use that. Or I could be trapped in Hawaii.
Damn, things are really going well for me lately.
Officially My Birthday!
Apr 29th
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too–yeah
They say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party
Yes we’re going to a party party.
I would like you to dance–Birthday
Take a cha-cha-cha-chance-Birthday
I would like you to dance–Birthday
Dance
You say it’s your birthday
Well it’s my birthday too–yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re gonna have a good time
I’m glad it’s your birthday
Happy birthday to you.
The last Monday of 2007
Dec 31st
Hallelujah!
Took myself to see I Am Legend yesterday. It was good, but I would have been just as happy waiting for the rental. Preview for yet another Rambo movie made me laugh though I don’t think it was intended to. And if Cloverfield is all choppy with just the hand-held camera, I won’t be able to see it. The preview made me nauseous. But as I was walking out of the theater I saw a cardboard cutout ad for a movie and just the tagline got me interested. Owen Wilson in:
Casey, Kira and I went to the Golden Corral buffet for dinner and then when Ginnie came home we all stayed in last night and watched the Rush Hour 3 (oh joy, just as stupid as the first two) and then Eragon. Yup, you could tell it was based on a story by a teenager.
So today I have a list of things to get accomplished. Tires, at least two. Rent, car payment, groceries, etc. No special plans for tonight. I’m fairly sure I’m babysitting anyway. Maybe next year I’ll have a date. For now I’m headed for the shower, so I’d better wake numbnuts up so he can watch his own kid. I have shit to do.
Happy New Year!
An Honest Happy Holidays from Me
Dec 24th
I’m not down at all. Things are looking good for me and my family. I miss Max but otherwise we’re fine and trying to spend time with everyone around here. Ginnie got the last two seasons of Buffy from her boyfriend because he just couldn’t wait any longer to give them to her. Her father gave her a bigger TV for her room. I’m actually making her wait ’til tomorrow for what I got her. Must keep some semblance of an actual Christmas Day.
I put Kira’s Zebra thing together and draped wrapping paper around it. That way she doesn’t have to wait once she sees it. Toddlers are notorious for their short tempers. She can tear away at the paper and then get right on it. I can’t wait.
Tonight’s tradition is pizza and driving around looking at lights. Might skip the lights part but the pizza is definite. Sometime tomorrow we’ll open what presents are left and I’m planning Lasagna and fresh baked bread for dinner. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast, too.
I hope everyone has a great day. I plan to.
The story so far
Dec 23rd
I have managed to get one (yes 1 – one – uno) Christmas present so far. Ginnie and I went halfsies on a Fisher Price Baby Gymtastics Bounce and Spin Zebra (which, BTW, we got for $40 at WalMart – who the fuck would pay $199 for this?) and that’s all.
Casey showed up late Friday and Rene right behind him and between their screaming match outside my door and me being sick and trying to remember Kira’s medicines to go home with her . . . I forgot to get paid. This cold has kicked my ass. I’m not going to admit to anything flu-like because I got a stupid flu shot so it can’t be the flu so there.
Anyway, they didn’t come into town yesterday at all and if I want my money I have to go out to Florence and get it. Swell. I really don’t want to take my car out to the boonies but I need money. I need to get Ginnie something for Christmas.
And groceries, and gas, and it’s a long way til next Friday when my VA check comes in. Oh well.
I got a Secret Santa present in the mail yesterday! Way cool liquor filled chocolates and a dragon key chain from Idunnowho. Thank you Secret Santa whoever you are. I’m pretty sure it was from one of my friends on Pernese Friends but I couldn’t reciprocate so I thought I was out. But I get stuff from all my friends so thanks!
Casey handed me an unwrapped electric griddle the other night with a “Merry Christmas Mom.” Great! Wrapping would have been a nice touch, but again Friday night was a confusing blur for everyone. I need to get him something, too.
I loaded a couple more pictures on flickr. I just noticed they’re all a little off-center. It’s an old camera. Yeah. It’s the camera.
I got Father Goose, one of my all-time favorite movies, from Netflix and the last 10 minutes were screwed up. Supposedly I’ll get another copy, but that just ruined it for me.
We all watched Superman Returns last night and I thought it was crap. Seriously. I still don’t understand how these supposedly intelligent newspaper people can’t see Superman in Clark. And that frakking airplane at the beginning would have disintegrated from the shuttle speed long before it fell apart later. And I find it hard to believe even Superman could have lifted that entire land mass especially with it laced with Kryptonite. Superman is bullshit of the highest degree. Spiderman is believable, and Batman is just a rich guy with cool toys but they both tend to stay within a certain degree of believable. Everyone in Metropolis is stupid as shit (except Lex Luthor) and now there’s a kid? Who wants to bet those extra crystals appear somewhere in the next movie?
Oops, spoiler alert. Like it matters.
