Sunday Dec 26, 2010

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CHRISTMAS DANCE PARTYYYYYYYY!



Hollaaaaaaa! I know I posted the Target commercial of this song, but here's the full version. Me and B had a pretty epic dance party in out jammies yesterday morning with this song blasting. haha! We're nerds...

<<Warning! Incredibly long and sort of/completely sappy blog.>>

Christmas eve, we got up to find the sun shining and birds chirping. So, it was a standard California Christmas... lol But it was so beautiful out! We went downtown with my dad and had coffee with my uncle Ben. it was really great actually. My uncle is schizophrenic and bipolar (i'm pretty sure) and diabetic. Last year he was on some really powerful meds for all this conditions and they seemed to take away his spirit. I remember being a kid and my uncle Ben being the coolest uncle ever! He was fun and silly and loved me to death, my dad and I actually lived with my uncle for about 10 years while I was growing up. He is an absolutely brilliant man. He has one of those photographic memories to the point where he can see or read or see anything and remember it forever. He can recite verbatum books that he has read ONCE. Anyways, last year, his meds took him over. He sat on the couch, eyes glazed over, and just.... not there. It broke my heart frown But this year, they fixed his meds and he's doing muuuuuch better. We all went to Starbucks and just sat and told stories and laughed... It was great. smile

After that, Brando and I went to my mama's. My mom made this -incredible- prime rib with salad and veggies and tamales and mashed potatoes and lots of fresh fruit and .... mmmmm. *Homer Simpson drool* And we had a great time with my mommy and my step dad and my mom's parents and my aunt and little cousins! My mom got Brando sooooo much stuff! She is so sweet... blush And she made a stocking for all our animals that said "Mozart <3 Lucy <3 Dita <3 Zoe <3" HAHAHA! And she stuffed it with dog/cat/rat treats and toys and..... she got Lucy a Dog Snuggie! NO SHIT! It's amazing... My parents bought my $700 sofa, so needless to say I didn't get a whole lot of actual gifts to open. My mom gives me new jammies every year (since I was a baby) so I did get that! And a couple DVDs and some Chanel perfume and stuff.

After that, we went home for a bit to decompress and who am I kidding... SMOKE! Fucking green took my tension away. I love my family to absolute bits, but spending an entire day with them really take a lot out of me.

We were going to go up the hill to play music with our good friend Devyn, but I was exhausted! So, I told B that his first gift is a boys night and had him go play music without me! But I sent him with Devyn's gifts, some Danny Carey drum sticks and a shit ton of toys for his pitty, Drummer. smile I ended up pretty much vegging the rest of the night because I'm a lazy bum like that. wink

Christmas morning, B came home and we had an hour long tickle fight/wrestling match and then proceded to exchange our gifts. He got me Fantasia on DVD! You have no idea how excited I was! I've been wanting it for yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrs so it was PERFECT! He has also written me a love letter that he "needs to find out some stuff and then fix some shit" before I get it. lol Whatever that means! But I am like 97% sure he's going to tell me in the letter that he wants to move back in. smile He also got me Soul Pancake by Rainn Wilson. it is an amazing book.

I got Brando Red Dead Redemption for his PS3. He's been wanting it since he saw the trailer for it and frankly, I'm tired of watching him play Call of Duty. lol biggrin Let me tell ya, this game is actually fuckin cool! Dudes, if you have a PS3 and like cowboy shit, GET THIS GAME! haha I also coincidentally got him Soul Pancake! HAHAHA!

Anyways, after having a snuggly lazy AM, we went to his mom's house... It was nice and the food was BOMB! But, B's mom is extremely difficult to be around. She has been anorexic for Brando's whole life and now she weighs about 75 pounds. It makes me choke up and have to go to the bathroom to cry every time I hug her. After we ate dinner she said she needed to go to the bathroom. Well, we walked by the bathroom and could hear her fucking puking. ....... Awesome. So, that was difficult. But she made us a bunch of goodies to take home! Peanut brittle and candy apples. Mmmmmm

Here are some of the pictures we took. Much more to come....
Christmas Eve sunshine...

A couple of weirdos I know...

Lucy kills penguins


SNUGGIEEEEE!


I gave myself a hair cut for Xmas!

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I know... not much! but I do have more photos that I will upload soon to share smile

OK! So are you ready for the biggest news of all?????

biggrinbiggrinbiggrinbiggrinbiggrinI got Dexter Season Four on DVD today!!!!biggrinbiggrinbiggrinbiggrinbiggrin



Life=changed

So me and B are going to dive into that today whilst eating leftovers and snuggling all our fur babies on the couch. kiss And we have ZERO intention of changing out of our PJs today. Laaaaaazy Sundays are what I live for these days. lol

Oh! Oh! Oh!
Something else I got was my dad's dad's old recipes. My grandpa was literally one of the best chefs ever. Everything he made was delicious and perfect. We thought we lost the recipes when my grandparents died. But my uncle finally found them last week so he gave them to me! All these amazing foods that I haven't had since I was like 12! I cannot wait to attempt some of these.

So this morning, I took out the recipe boxes. There are two of them that are yellowed and aged. They are taped shut with masking tape to keep them shut. I opened the first box and pulled the first section of hand written, typed (on typewriter) cards, newspaper clippings, and passed on recipes. I just sat there on the couch, sitting indian style (wow that was soooo not PC lol), and just staring at the recipes in my hand. I could barely hear B cooking in the kitchen, only about 15 feet away, I was so focussed with the recipes. No one had touched these recipes since my grandmother died in 2001. In fact, the last people to hold most of these pieces of paper were, in fact my grandparents. I closed my eyes and I lifted the recipes to my face and I breathed them in. They smelled like them. I could see myself sitting on the kitchen counter, watching my grandpa cook and laugh and do his best impression of an opera singer and having me taste everything as he made it...smile I felt an extreme warmth rush over my body.

All of a sudden I felt Brando's hand on my shoulder and I snapped out of it. He looked really worried and he asked me if I was ok. I smiled and reached up to touch my face and I realized my cheeks were soaked in tears. I just looked at him and said, "They smell like him and my grandma." And he smiled and hugged me and wiped my tears. smile

I wasn't sad at all! I just felt.... them. And that made me the happiest I've been in a long time. smile Though the tears didn't stop the whole hour that I was going through them.

My favorite part about these recipes, is his recipe for red velvet cake.

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He used to make this cake for me every...single...year for my bday because it was my absolute favorite! Oh my gosh, even thinking about it now is making my mouth water. With cream cheese frosting? forget about it! lol Anyways, I found that recipe in there and it was ever so elegantly stained with red food coloring. And I remember when this happened! It was one of my birthdays. I can't remember which one but that's so unimportant to the story. lol Anyway, my grandma and I were listening to Henry Mancini in the living room while indulging in some invisible tea and some fabulous conversation with my stuffed rabbit and my Padington Bear. wink And all of a sudden we heard my grandpa just go "Nooooooooo!". My panicked grandma ran into the kitchen (as fast as an arthritic 70 year old possible can) expecting to find that he had accidentally cut himself or something worse! And she walked in to see red food coloring ALLLLLLLLLL over the kitchen counter and my grandpa trying to save the recipe.

Of course, my grandma screams "Bill! Forget the recipe! You're bleeding!" and my grandpa just stops everything and looks at her and starts laughing hysterically. lol And she's freaking out crabbing the First Aid kit and whatnot. He finally held her face with red all over them and says "Hope! It's food coloring!" and kissed her and she threw her arms around him and then stepped back and punched him in the arm and went and washed her face. HAHA! Such an amazing memory.


Anyways, here is the recipe. lol



Needless to say, I couldn't have asked for a better Christmas. smile It may be time for me to stop being so cynical about the holidays... whatever

In other news.

My sister (not by blood), Mandy and her husband had a talk with me this week. She's the one that I have been best friends with since I was 1 year old and she was 2. So we actually consider each other sister. B and I had gone over there to give Max (her 4 year old) and Brooklyn (their 4 month old) their Christmas gifts and to visit for a while.

Let me back up. First of all, I love her babies as if they were my own, like no joke. I was with Mandy pretty much through her entire first pregnancy, because her husband (now ex) was incredibly abusive. She of course, was scared to leave him and all this bullshit, so I would go over as much as I possibly could because I knew he wouldn't hurt her if I was there. In fact, I was with her more than he was while she was pregnant. I was over when she felt the baby kick for the first time and her and I cried in happiness together! smile

My undying love for her baby started with a really dark story. But I think that's why I feel so close to him.

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When she was 6 months pregnant, her husband at the time, was fighting with her about something while I was there. I don't remember what about but it got really heated. His son (from another woman) was there so I took him into his bedroom and played with him so he wouldn't hear all that. She went into her bedroom and he followed her in and he slammed the door. I head that and I ran into their room just in time to watch him pick her up by the shoulders and throw her into their bathroom where she hit her pregnant belly on the counter before falling onto the tile floor. He was standing over her screaming and I ran in and started punching him in the back. He threw me back with ease (He was 6'7 and I am 5'5 so not a difficult task for him). Mandy was crying and screaming at Mike to stop. I caught Mandy's eye from across the room where Mike had thrown me and I mouthed "Close the door. Stay there" And she nodded and closed the door to the bathroom, where she was.

I went into full on protective mode. Not an inch of me was afraid. Any other time I am the most nervous, anxious person some people have ever met. Ya know how there are there stories of people going into this mode where their testosterone is pumping like crazy and they get practically super hero strength and like lift cars off babies? Yeah, that's what was going on for me.

In this moment, I had no concern whatsoever for myself and all I could think was that I needed to save my sister and that baby, no matter what it took. So and ran over to him, without a single tear or sign of fear and I said "Don't you ever lay a hand on my sister!" and he got about 3 inches from my face and started screaming that I was a stupid fat cunt and for me to get out of their house. I said no and spit in his face. He pushed me into the wall and ran to the closet where he kept his hunting rifle (loaded at all times). I could see that Mandy had cracked the bathroom door at this point and was peeking through because she knew what he was doing. She started screaming for him to stop and I yelled at her to stay where she was. He ran over to me and pressed the barrel of his rifle to my nose and cocked it. Mandy is screaming and crying in the doorway. He told me to get the fuck out of his house or he was going to blow my face off.

I maintained full eye contact and told him "Go ahead! 'Cause guess what? Then the cops come, you go to prison for life, and I know for a fact that you will never lay a hand on my sister or that child ever again." He moved his finger to the trigger and I still held eye contact. Suddenly I could see fear in his eyes and his hand started shaking. So I said "What are you gonna do Mike? I'm not going anywhere." and he went outside. The rest of the night was spent in the hospital listening to her lying and saying she slipped getting out of the shower. But Mike didn't come back for a week and I stayed with her the whole time.

From that moment on, I knew that her and I and that baby had a special bond. And that 4 year old angel is the genuine love of my life to this day <3

She has since divorced him. And he is legally no longer Max's father. smile And she is remarried to an amazing man who was her high school sweetheart and they have a new perfect baby. smile



Aaaaaaanyways, they had a discussion with me last week. They told me that they feel that now that they have children, it's important for them to make a will and stuff in case anything ever happens. They asked me if I would be their kids' guardian if anything happened to them.

Anyone who knows me knows that I pretty much never want kids. There's like this 8% of me that thinks when I'm 30, I'll think about it again. And if I did, I would only have ONE. lol The other 92% NEVER WANTS KIDS!!! They smell and they're sticky and they're expensive and loud and.... expensive. Haha!

But I seriously looked them square in the eye with no hesitation or question in my mind and said "Yes" smile And I mean it. I talked to my mom about it even and she teared up and said "Well, and OF COURSE we'd help you! They're practically our grandkids!" Haha! So, we are going to their attorney's office in a couple weeks to sign the paperwork!

Not that I would ever ever in a billion years want anything to happen to Mandy! But it really touched my heart that they asked ME and not their parents or blood siblings. Me! They said that they trust me more than anyone they know.

I mean, am I totally lame for thinking that's amazing?!?!

Like, that was the best gift they could ever give me! Knowing that they trust me and love me enough to ask that of me. smile Warm and fuzzies for sure!

OH MY GOD DOIEVERSHUTUP?!?!

Not today apparently! lol

Because as I was typing that, I was realizing something about myself and how I feel about friendship...

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My whole life, I have had a total of 5 truly genuine friends. I have been kinda awkward my whole life. I have had extreme anxiety for the second I popped out! Like, literally. I was born, they gave me to my mama and dad and then took me to clean me and get vitals and shit. And my heart rate was incredibly high for a couple hours. LOL. As a toddler I was terrified of the dark and would panic all the time. I mean, how awful is that?! So in elementary school, it was no better which made me pretty awkward. I learned by high school how to fake it. And people would kind of talk to me and be cool with me... but only at school. And most of them talked shit about me the rest of the time. About how I was a weird art nerd ( I was the youngest kid in the Advanced Art class, I was in a poetry writing class and was obsessed with Hemingway, I was a hippy in a Conservative district), about how I was chubby, about my 1996 Mercury Sable in a school parking lot filled with BMWs, Mercedes, Lexus. Oh man.

And my 2 best friends (mandy and beastwars) did not go to the same high school as me. In fact, I didn't know ANYONE going in to high school.

I graduated early and went to community college, progressively learned more about how to fake being comfortable around lots of people and how to be funny and everyone's best friend!..... In class. Never got asked to a party or to get coffee. I still had my friendship with Beast and Mandy but... They didn't go to my college. I dropped out after my (rather mid my) third semester. I told my parents it was because I wanted to work full time. And I DID! But, a big contributer was because I was lonely and I had such anxiety about having to be fake every day walking into class and trying to concentrate in class when I was stressed about 5 billion other things.

I was an only child and I have learned how to entertain myself and how to not get bored or too awfully lonely. But there are days that I wish I had more friends.

This year, however, I have come to the full realization that it really doesn't fucking matter how many friends I have, just so long as the friends I do have are fantastic ones. smile

I mean, of course I have all of you and I share a lot with you guys and I value your friendships so much. But you're all far far away from me and we only the communication we have is over a computer screen. frown And I don't live there. lol So it's difficult.

A rare occurrence happened with Chrysis because we seem to share a bond and we communicate daily via text and we do our care package thing back and fourth. smile She is one of my 5 genuine friends. biggrin

But that is so hard to come by. I dunno. I guess it can just be depressing. But like I said....



QUALITY NOT QUANTITY
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And I s'pose that's all I have to say about that! HAHA

Oh my god guys... I'm sorry. I bet like 70% of you aren't reading this and are only looking for nakey pictures. HAHA! It's just the holidays and I guess I'm feeling a little sentimental.

But that should end now...



Oh my gosh! I have sooo much other stuff I want to write about but this has been long enough, my poor friends. lol But blogs to look forward to:
-Vibrators
-Sex stuff
-More x-mas gifts
-recent photo dump
-more old school photos that I found lol
-boobs
-weight loss
-lingerie
-a new set
-mean girls
-my old drinking stories with supporting photos (if I can find them)


Yuuuuuuuuuuuup! lol So, come back soon my dears!


xo
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VIEW 14 of 14 COMMENTS
barekroell:
Ahmmm.... I'm kinda impressed.
Tired but impressed I was reading it all. I so thought you were about IBT's only biggrin

Happy New Year Peeche, can't wait to see them blogs popping up. kiss
chrysis:
Jellyfish skirt jellyfish skirt jellyfish skirt jellyfish skirt!

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