I stole this from Post Secret

It is just too perfect.

A simple act of kindness...

CLICK HERE TO SEE HER LINK

My mom clipped this from the anchorage paper. How wonderful would if be if this sweet little girl were to get cards from all over the world? I am sending her one today. I hope some of you will join me and send her one as well! She is only 4 so a cool post card with a bright and fun photo of where you are from and 'GET WELL SOON' on the back would be enough!


"If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion."
-The Dalai Lama

Beam me up!

HAPPY 37th BIRTHDAY JON!

MEOW!

I found these photos on a VERY impressive collection of favorites on flickr. CLICK HERE to see more cute kitty photos!

You make me feel like I am home again...

There are songs that are so bound to my emotional memories I can hear the first few notes of the bass line and I swear I am 16 again.
I get a sudden rush of emotions from that time in my life. Even the air starts to smell like it did in the fall of 1990.
This avalanche of emotions takes me over. The anxieties I was feeling at the time are as real during this three minute song as they were back then.
I remember that there was a boy and he was my whole world. I would have done anything for him. I remember his crooked smile, and the way he could make my heart hurt in a way only a first love can. I remember how he changed me. How he made me trust a little less, made me believe a little less, made me understand that there are no "happily ever afters" only "devils you know".
I allow myself to remember because I know that someday she might ask me about him and I have to try to remember as much as I can so I can tell her everything I know.

Then the song ends
and I am here again
and so happy that part of my life is behind me.

So here's the dill pickle...

Sometimes I wish I could erase people. I never used to wish that. I used to try to keep the whole happy go lucky attitude of: "I would not be where I am now if I had not know that person"

Yeah, whatever.

Sometimes I wish I could still be where I am now, but I had the power to erase someone from my memory bank entirely like on the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

In this day and age of technology and our great dependance upon it, I suppose to some degree we can erase someone. I deleted someone from my cell phone not too long ago and it was a liberating feeling. That doesn't mean they can't call me, but they no longer have a place in my address book. Of course the downside is, now if they do call me I won't know it is them and I might actually answer the phone! I didn't say it was a well thought out deletion, just a momentarily liberating one!

Those of us who use pages like Myspace and Friendster can delete friends (Oh if only it were that easy) I can't say I have ever deleted anyone out of anger from there. I feel like I am above it for some reason. (I know, the girl who is sitting here writing about how she wishes she could erase people is above deleting them. I've never promised I would make any sense.) But deleting someone when you are mad from one of those types of webpages feels so high school and passive aggressive to me. The phone is different, that is one step away from speaking to a real living breathing person. That connection seems more real to me.

Anyhow, I wish I could erase some of the people I used to know and with them the burden of knowing the things I know now because I knew them. Those things break my heart a little every day.

It's not meant to be cruel, just less painful.

On film I play myself.

Yesterday I was playing around with my camera. I have not really used the black and white option a lot and I wanted to experiment with it some more. I've always wanted to do an "Old Hollywood" style photo, so I figured it was a great time to give it a shot.

Some of them turned out pretty good given the fact that I was setting up the shots with a timer and I had ten seconds to get where I needed to be and pray that I was actually in the frame.


I can't explain just how much I love taking photos. I can't believe I have gone so many years without a camera! (My mom is the proud owner of my dream camera, but I will eventually save my pennies and own one too!) For now I am really impressed with the quality output of our little Fuji FinePix.

I still need people who will ham it up and let me do their styling and take their photo because I am getting kind of sick of my mug! (Did I mention I am quite the make up artist as well? I can copy pretty much anything.) Maybe I will entrap one of my girls into letting me photograph them soon? Fun fun.

In a house by the water in a town where nothing bad ever happens...

This is too cute and I can't stop listening to it.

This weekend Amie and I went to Langley for a little decompression and to visit her dad. We stayed in her families cabin on the water and participated in a Soup Box Race. It was quite idyllic, and super relaxing. I wasn't ready to come home! We had a great time.

Today I went to see the new movie The Last Kiss. This movie should come with a warning attached. I love it, but it made my heart physically hurt in a way that I have not felt since I saw The Squid and the Whale.

My big mouth...

From thestranger.com

Can you say no to this face?

First, I would like to thank whoever adopted Rainier who I posted about a few weeks back. The lady at the Petco said someone actually came in looking for him. Hooray! Thank you sweet angel whoever you are!
All week I have been having dreams about the orange kitty. I thought it was because I was worried that he was not going to get adopted. I promised myself I would bring my camera there this weekend and if he were still there I would take his photo and I would post it to try and help find him a home. When I got there, he was gone but Bo Socks (who looks a LOT like Ranier did) was in his place. I asked about Bo Socks and I was told he is a two year old Hurricane Katrina survivor. He is very friendly. He purrs a lot and loves to cuddle. He is SUPER mellow. If you have any interest in adopting Bo Socks you can find him today at:
PETCO
809 NE 45th St
Seattle, WA 98105
206-548-1400
NAME: Bo Socks
ID# 17326
Here are some more sweet photos of him:
















ADOPT BO SOCKS!!

Happiness is...

Spending the day with these two crazy kids.

To have a child is to forever accept that your heart will walk around outside of your body

I was talking to a coworker today who is about seven months pregnant. She was telling me about a dream she had last night that starred her new baby. In the dream he was older and they talked.
This seems pretty common, as many of my other friends with kids also experienced dreams where they were hanging out with their "future" kids around 6 or 7 months in.

When I was almost six months pregnant with Darian I had a very interesting dream. It was the day before my appointment for my first ultrasound. They said they would give me a due date and tell me the sex of the baby. At that point I had decided that if she was a girl I would name her Charlotte but I was convinced she would be a boy because I really didn't want a boy. (And up till then I didn't consider myself to be very lucky)

I was taking a nap in the middle of the day after a long morning of work. (I was working two jobs throughout my pregnancy trying to save enough money to pay rent when I took time off after she was born.) During this nap I had the most life changing dream I've ever had.
In this dream I was hanging out in a beautiful open field and a little girl with blonde curly hair came up to me and said hello.
I asked her who she was and she answered "I am your daughter."
I asked her, "Well if you are my daughter, what is your name?"
To which she answered, "My name is Darian."
I said, "But I was going to name you Charlotte if you were a girl." Then I asked, "When were you born?"
She answered, "My birthday will be October 18th."
I said, "Well right now your due date is October 2nd, so if you are born on the 18th I will name you Darian. Is it a deal?"
She said, "Yes it is! But I will be born on the 18th!"
I woke up from the dream and told my boyfriend at the time that if we did indeed have a girl and if she was born on the 18th I would name her Darian. He didn't really like the name but thought the odds of her being born that day were slim so he agreed to it. I circled the 18th on my calender and wrote "Darian" in the square.

I went in for my ultrasound the next morning where I learned that she was indeed a girl and they moved my due date from October 2nd to October 10th.

She was 8 days late and born on October 18th. That is how she got her name.

I like to tell her that she named herself before she was born.


The strangest part of being near the end of pregnancy was that I became acutely aware of the fact that there was an entirely separate consciousness living inside of my body.
You don't notice it so much in the first few months, but around six months on you really start to feel it physically and emotionally.
I believe that a huge part of postpartum depression has to do with mourning the loss of that connection. A person who may have felt a certain level of emptiness and loneliness before pregnancy will feel more complete while they are pregnant. They will get a lot of positive attention from the world around them due to their expanding belly and the "glow" they get from basically being two people in one.
After the baby is born, the new mother is not only physically exhausted, she is empty and separate from the life force that she grew accustomed to being a physical part of her. It is no longer the perfect being who doesn't cry or need or sleeps through the night. It is now someone who has their own personality and is completely dependant upon you for everything regardless of what is going on in your life.

I remember getting the worst flu I've ever had while Darian was barely a month old. Since I was a single mom and I chose not to ever bottle feed (why go against nature?) I could not just stop and rest and be sick. I had to make sure she was taken care of first and foremost.
I was set up on the couch with a fever and had her in a bouncing chair pulled up next to the couch. Around the clock, for days, I would reach out and rock the chair when she would fuss and I would nurse her when she cried and tried not to throw up while I was changing diapers.

She, of course, caught my flu from me and got really fussy from feeling as bad as I did. There was a point where I remember sitting on the couch holding her and we both cried together. That was the day it really sunk in that I was in it for the long haul and as exhausted and sick and tired as I was at that moment, I didn't care. The only thing that mattered to me was making her happy.

That day I made a commitment to her and to myself to do right by her and since that day I have spent my life trying my hardest to keep that promise.

And the Emmy goes to WTF?!?!

Last night I didn't fall asleep until well after 4AM. I tried everything I could think to get myself to go to sleep. I was shocked by my insomnia since I had worked so hard on the apartment that my whole body ached.
I started watching crappy 'Oh after dark' movies and writing trashy novels in my head. I decided that I was going to do it up right and write a book and call it "Journey to the other side of the bed" about a couple who have been together too long and lost touch with each other and themselves. A story of self-discovery and reinvention, and blah blah blah. I know, cliche, cliche, cliche, but at about 3:15 AM I thought it was brilliant! I still like the title, maybe I will write it into a poem.

So what is up with the Emmy winners last eve? The Amazing Race trumps Project Runway? Monk trumps Larry David?? 24 trumps Greys anatomy??? Anyone trumps the actors from Six Feet Under????!
Er, whaaaat?

I am convinced the Academy don't have basic cable. This is the only way I can explain this phenomenamenamenamena.

All I have to say is: "It's Hard Out There For A Pimp"


mwahahaahahahahaaaa.....

We the people...

Someone asked me today why I don't ever write about politics (especially after having been such a little activist when I was younger). I have thought a lot about this.

There are things going on in this world that I am very passionate about. I am a parent, it is my responsibility to care about what is happening to the world.
I do have my view points and I try to keep up on the news, but frankly I don't feel like I know enough to write about it with conviction. I mean, I could go over the general ideas of what I am for or against or who I am voting for and who I am not. But really there are SO many sides to every political issue and people get so emotional about these things I find it draining to debate with people.

Nothing will kill a party faster than two people on opposite sides of a political issue or a religious debate.

I love reading the news blogs written by people who have made their lives writing about politics, and watching the news, and really consuming everything that is put out there that I can get my hands on. But I hate debating something unless I feel like I have all of the information and with most things political I never feel like I have ALL of the information.

So there is my long winded answer.


Now lets talk about Gerbils... or not.

Goodies...

Someone was kind enough to convert the Jon Auer interview on KEXP with Sean Nelson into an MP3:
Download it here

Stick that in your iTunes and smoke it...

Love is blind...

Reality is harsh...


The mad doodler strikes again...

Stop the presses!

Jon is updating his website today. He has already posted about LA and is promising to post more. Check it out: www.jonauer.com

The Longest Line...

My head is stuffy today. So much so that I feel like my head is about three times bigger. I spent all day yesterday hopped up on Dayquil, I'm beginning to think today is going to be one of those days as well. Ugh.

Even though I was stuffy yesterday I still managed to have a fun afternoon. It started with an early morning run to the pet store to pick up stuff for all of my furry friends. Amie found my cart full of gerbil spoils amusing. What can I say?
I came this close to adopting a cat they had there. He was a total sweetheart and seeing him all alone in that cage just broke my heart. He is a big orange and white kitty with the prettiest eyes. When you walk by the cage he meows at you and purrs if you reach in to pet him. He has a great disposition. The pet store lady told me that he is a big sweetie, but so many people want kittens that they have been having trouble placing him. He is house trained and super friendly. She said he keeps getting colds because he has been stuck in that tiny cage for so long. Did I mention that it breaks my heart? If I didn't already have so many kitties I would have brought him home with me.
So if you live in Seattle and have been thinking at all about adding to your family, he is at the Petco in the Udistrict next door to the Mac Store. Check him out. He is a throwaway who is just looking to be loved. Everyone deserves to be loved. (The photo is not him. I just found a photo on line that looks a lot like him.)

Later in the day Jon did an interview and played a handful of songs on air at KEXP with Sean Nelson as host. Sean did a great Q & A with Jon between songs and Jon played some old Posies stuff that I have not seen him do live in quite a long time. It should be in the archive at http://www.kexp.org/streamarchive/streamarchive.asp just look up Saturday 8/19 at 6PM. It is by far one of the best on air interviews Jon has had in a while. Sean really knows his stuff. Do yourself a favor and check it out!

Now I am gonna go take some more Dayquil and pray that I can breathe again soon.

Best things I overheard this weekend:

1- A guy practicing his date of birth and middle name on his ID while waiting to get into the bar. (Let's be a little more obvious people!)

2- "Two wrongs don't make a right, but three rights make a left!"

Right back where we started from....

Another crazy dream night. This time I was shouting in my dream and I actually woke up shouting at Jon. I didn't remember it at first in the morning, but it started to come back to me in bits and pieces after I was awake and Jon sparked my memory of it. Guess I woke him up from a pretty sound sleep. Oops.

Now to finish my California recap.

I forgot to mention the first thing we did after retrieving our rental car was went looking for an In and Out burger. I have heard them mentioned so many times in magazines and random movies that I had to try one. I was amazed by the line in the middle of a Friday for a fast food joint. It was not even lunch time. I guess everyone else had the same idea I did? We gave up on the drive-thru and after waiting for quite a long time for parking we finally found a spot and went in. The presentation was great. I really liked how they wrapped the burger like they do at Red Robin and put them in cute little red boxes with your fries. We got the fries and went outside to eat. I'm used to the fast food places in Seattle being overrun with Pigeons and Sea Gulls, but I was pleasantly surprised that this place had several really cute chickadees hanging out with the people eating outside. Not a Pigeon in sight!
These birds were really funny because they would stand by your table with their mouths wide open like baby birds and flap their wings at you. I don't know if it was the sleep deprivation at play or the fact that I am just a big old nerd at heart, but I was just having the best time feeding these little birds. Eventually we were surrounded and they had eaten the majority of my fries.
Jon rolled his eyes and shook his head in the "Oh Michelle" kind of way that he does.
The birds were my favorite and the burgers were not so bad either. I preferred the Astro burgers we had the next day and there was not a line.

Spaceland was on interesting club. The walls were lined with blue and silver. It sort of reminded me of the high school gym when it was decorated for a formal dance. By the time we got there I had been up and running around and shopping and not sleeping for a long enough time to where I was starting to feel a tad punch drunk. I helped Jon load in, met the nice Oohlas folks and then went back to the car to call Darian and check in with her.

When I went back in I just parked myself by the merch booth and spent a long time eavesdropping and people watching. There were some VERY excited people there that night, it was looking like it was going to be a good audience.

I was digging the show. Jon played Baby Bitch as per my request, which made me very happy. Harvey Danger put on a full on rock show. Jon said they were "on Fire" indeed!
Some very nice person from the night before sent me drinks and the club gave me drink tickets since Jon didn't have a full band, so I probably got a little tipsier than I had intended by the end of the night. We had wrestled with the idea of driving out to a party in Laural Canyon, and had every intention of going, but by the time we got in the car and driving it was decided that it was time for me to go home. Too bad, because it sounds like they had a good time.

The next day was the Shatner Roast, which I already wrote about.

Ewok!

Look what I found while I was shopping on Melrose. I want one!


Only two apples high!

The perfect storm.

(I wrote this post in LA on Saturday morning following the Largo show)

I need COFFEE!

The downside to vacation for me is the waiting around for people to wake up. I don't really sleep for long stretches of time. I sleep in little 4-6 hour intervals and that is it. So I have been up for a few hours now trying to tiptoe around the beautiful home of our host and hostess without waking anyone up. Lucky me there is a computer!
(We didn't bring our laptop due to the stupid airline drama.)
Speaking of which... it took us less that 15 minutes to get through the lines and get all set. Jon has MVP cards. Seems if you have those you wait for no one. The scary part to this? The guys who did the whole 9/11 thing, they flew first class and would have been able to skate through just as fast and easily as we did. Nice.

LA is interesting and familiar. I think I have seen so much of it in movies that I almost know what is around every corner before we turn. It is pretty dirty, but what are you gonna do? Everyone told me it would be. I might wear my glasses today because my eyes are not having it. It is so smoggy I feel like I have been smoking cigarettes or something. How every child in this city doesn't have Asthma is beyond me.

Largo is a really cool club. I love the sound and the feel of the place. Everyone who played did a fantastic job. I wish I could list off the names of the people who played before Jon, but I don't know right now (I am so bad with names) I will have to make that list later. But there were a couple of girls who sang who I will definitely be looking up their stuff when I get home.

The Largo show is now one of my top 3 all time favorite shows, just after Elliott Smith at The Crocodile and just before Lou Barlow in Bellingham. It was by far a perfect night.

Jon played a great set, one of his best. He told stories and sang beautifully. He even play Beyond Belief which I have not heard him do in quite a while. The crowd was responsive and stayed quiet through it all. It was like they were waiting to breath until after the song was over.

Harvey Danger did a slightly quieter/stripped down version of their set. They did Jack The Lion which made me get all misty eyed (always does) and a version of Pike Street/ Park Slope that got to everyone else in the place. Everyone was Emoting on 12. :-) I think I actually like them better without the cello on some of those softer numbers. There is so much talent there, I think it is good that they strip it down and showcase it in that way from time to time.

I met someone from myspace who shares a name with me in the line to the ladies room, right after that I met a girl who reads my Blog in the bathroom line! (It was a very busy bathroom line) She has never commented but she says she reads it. So if you ladies are reading this, HELLO!

Largo doesn't allow photos so I didn't take any of the show, but I did take a few pre-show.

I am super hungry and I want coffee but I don't know where I could go to get it from here. The only thing outside is a studio lot. It would take me 20 minutes to walk anywhere and I really don't have the foggiest clue as to where I actually am right now.

I'm really looking forward to tonight's show especially after how great last night's show was.

Oh, and I wish someone could turn off the crickets around here. I thought my ears were buzzing last eve, turns out it was the crickets!

Did I mention that I need COFFEE?!?!

So far, New York wins.

Canters

We had dinner here before Largo. They made great sandwiches and had a really cool ceiling!

Apparently there is no red hair in Hollyweird....

So it is late, and I just returned from the party where I drank many blue drinks served by green ladies (not really, the green ladies were on stage, we actually got outer space ladies wearing little silver mini skirts) and I still have to go pack, catch a plane, and go straight to the office from the airport. Might try to cat nap in there somewhere. I will go into this all in way more detail tomorrow. Here are the highlights from The Shatner Roast (I will write all about the Harvey Danger and Jon Auer shows when I get home) Now my blog is going to go all "dlisted" for a moment:

Seven of Nine (Jeri Ryan) is BEAUTIFUL in real life, but way shorter than I had expected. She was the only person I met all night who seemed at all down to earth.

Sulu (George Takei) is super sweet and shockingly one of the funniest roasters all night. When I shook hands he said, "You hair is Flaming" and laughed in his adorable and very robot way.

Odo (Rene Auberwhateva) You know the shape shifter guy... he strolled by me with his wife and said, "Your hair is Weeeeeeeeeeird" in his very sing-songy voice that he stresses words like on Boston legal. Nice. I was insulted by Odo. I wanted to ask him if he had looked in a mirror recently. He should not be calling anyone weird.

Nichelle is still stunning as ever. She can't do comedy very well, but I am sure with a lot of editing she will come across OK. She did have that classic hollywood vibe when she walked on stage. She is a class act for sure

and Bill, well he is still Bill.

Kevin Pollak is my hero! He does the best Shatner and is too funny for his own good. He wasn't in the VIP room after though, which made me very sad because I really would have loved to have met him.

Farrah Fawcet is still in fantastic shape but what the hell is going on with her face? It just looked super tight and stretched like a trampoline. She also acted like she was possessed by a cross between Courtney Love and Anna Nicole Smith. She had to have Jason Alexander hold her hand through her roast. She also had her bra strap hanging half way down her arm all night and I just wanted to fix it for her because it was driving me crazy.

Andy Dick is crazy and he licked Carrie Fisher and Farrah and pretty much everyone else he could get his face near. He was acting like a child and really bombed on stage. The director turned off his mic on him at one point.

Jason Alexander is a funny, funny man and very approachable and sweet.

Brian Posehn(the guy from just shoot me and Mr Show) is REALLY tall and he was hanging out at the VIP party with Patton Oswalt who is really short. They looked pretty cute wandering around together. Patton was the last of the VIPs to leave for the night. (Patton was super funny as well)

Greg Giraldo is SUPER sexy in person. I stood next to him at the bar in the VIP room and could not bring myself to speak to him. Too pretty.

Oh and I saw the guy who makes those girls gone wild videos. He was just sort of doing laps of the VIP room and then took off.

I think the most surreal person to be standing next to was Dick Van Patton. I mean holy crap- 8 is enough! It was like seeing my long lost grandpa or something. I just wanted to stick him in my pocket. He was super smiley and sweet.

So I am certain I spelled some names and other things wrong and there are several more people I need to look up their names because I just can't remember it right now. But I am tired and it is late....

Oh and one last thing, this morning on our coffee run I was standing in line behind Toby Ziegler of the West Wing (His real name is Richard but he will always be Toby in my world) :-) I f-ing LOVE that show!

I have to say, after having been to several gigantic rock shows and met all the rock celebs and now a real live Hollywood party, I MUCH prefer the rock crowd. The Hollyweird crowd has no idea how to have a good time. They are silly, silly people.

More when I get back....

The Queen of Attention Deficit Disorder

There is an inchworm inching his (or her) way across the bouquet of flowers on my desk.
It's so cute it is distracting me.

inch..inch...inch...

2.5 more days before I go to LA!!

You're goddamn right it's a beautiful day...

I had a really truly perfect birthday.
By the time I got home at the end of the night I felt totally happy and loved.

After midnight in London I got a call from Mira who sang me happy birthday, I should have known that this would be the start of a great day. :-) Then a flood of messages in my inbox and via Myspace that made my day special.

At work the lovely ladies I work with brought me several bouquets of pretty flowers. By midmorning I looked like I had my own flower shop on my desktop. Near the end of the day I was called into the conference room where there was a super yummy chocolate cake with a candle on it. It took me a while to come up with the perfect wish, but I did.
Then after work the amazing Meggie squeezed me in between appointments and worked her magic giving me my favorite cut and color to date! She also agreed to come out and play with us.

I met up with my Mom, WSF and my daughter for dinner at a sushi place downtown where I was presented with a beautiful purse that my mom and daughter made for me in my colors (red and black) I will have to post photos of it at some point. I love it because it is gorgeous and because they made it for me.

Then I rushed home, changed my clothes and went down to Barca where there were a dozen of my dearest friends all waiting to celebrate with me, by the time we made it over to Neumos for Harvey Danger that dozen turned into around 18 or so. Some people I didn't see until I got to the show just because the place was crowded, but I think I managed to run into everyone by night's end.

During the show Amie, Shauna, Licia, Meggie and I forced our way to the front and got our boogie on like a bunch of twenty somethings. I was only able to pull it off due to the liquid courage called "chocolate martinis" We probably made a few of the normal Seattle shoe-gazers angry with all of the bouncing around, but please. I find it very difficult to listen to a band that has as much bounce as HD without shaking something. The boys put on a truly ass-kicker of a show Friday night as well!

The only hard part of the weekend was waking up early the next morning because I had a wedding to attend. And since it was not just any wedding, but a family wedding for my brother-in-law, I had to be bright eyed for photos. It was a beautiful ceremony, a fun reception with an open bar, and a really funny, stereotypical wedding singer style country club band doing covers including "We are Family" where they asked everybody to get out there and dance...

What a weekend!

Now I just get through the work week and Friday morning I am flying to LA to do it all over again!

Today... about a hundred years ago...

Girl, you'll be a woman soon....

I grew boobies the summer I turned 10 years old.
One day I woke up and I was in pain. My whole chest hurt. It was a weird, tender, throbbing pain, like a really new bruise. I had no clue as to what was happening to me, so of course being the little fatalist I have always been I was convinced I somehow made God angry and I must have Cancer. (The whole God fearing thing at a very young age came from going to Christian school in my early years.)
I was afraid to tell my parents of my "Cancer" because I thought they were having enough problems. I didn't want to worry them with the fact their only daughter was dying. I knew I had to do something to deal with my Cancer without letting my parents know. I decided to go to Church and pray to God for a miracle to cure my Cancer and save my parents the stress.
I found a small church not too far from where I lived and I went there every Sunday for a month. Every Sunday I sat there and prayed and prayed that God would cure my Cancer. It only seemed to be getting worse though. My nipples started to look all weird and swollen and my whole chest hurt worse than it did when I first diagnosed myself.
I finally broke down after months of silence and confided in my best friend that I was going to die from Cancer. She completely freaked out and started crying and asked me what kind of Cancer I was dying from.
"Breast Cancer" I told her.
She looked at me sideways and said, "But you don't really have your boobies yet? I mean all you have little mosquitos bites. How could you possibly have breast Cancer?"
I explained to her how they started hurting and how I was making deals with God for a miracle and all of that.
She started laughing so hard she turned red in the face. She finally calmed down enough to be able to say, "You don't have Cancer stupid, you are just getting your boobies! You have been praying to get rid of what I have been praying to grow!"

In one years time they were there and there was no hiding them. By the time I was 12 I had "the body of an 18 year old". At least that is what everyone kept telling me.
I distinctly remember walking into a room full of women who were sitting around chatting and my Mom asking me, "Michelle, what size bra do you wear now?"
I wanted to crawl under a rock.
"Why?!" I asked.
I could feel every one of their eyes on my chest.
"Because I am pretty sure you have bigger boobs than your Aunt here." she answered
My Aunt chimes in, "No way, I bet they are at most the same size, but a twelve year old doesn't have bigger boobs than me!"
I don't even know if I gave them an answer. I just remember getting out of that room as quickly as possible.

From the age of 13-16, every time I went to the mall with my girlfriends I always had to deal with smarmy older men hitting on me. Since I grew up in Alaska there were always loads of young military guys trolling the malls for teenage girls, and they were not subtle in their advances at all. Just to go shopping was like running some sort of pervert gauntlet!

I found myself wanting to lie about my age because it was easier to do that then explain why I was built the way I was and only 14 years old. It got to the point where the majority of my friends were a good 4-6 years older than me.

By the time I was 16 I was able to buy booze without an ID at two of the local liquor stores.

By 17 I realized that having blonde hair and big boobs was great for beauty pageants but not so hot if you ever wanted to be taken seriously. That was the year I started dying my hair darker colors.

The only time they ever served a real purpose was when I became a mom. But that was only for a year and due to nursing, they got bigger. A lot bigger. After a year of nursing you start to feel a lot less like a woman and a lot more like a beverage dispenser.

Eventually I got used to my shape. I got used to the fact that most men who will be attracted to me will be "boob guys". I got used to the fact that in the summer I could wear a shirt that on a normal cup sized girl would look like a cute little tank top, but on me would look like Frederick's of Hollywood. (Sometimes a girl just wants to be comfortable, and is not trying to just have them out there when it is 100 degrees outside!)
Over time I got used to referring to them as "the girls" and that people will just talk about them to me, some people will even poke them, they will get in my way when I am playing guitar, they will need to be strapped down when I run, and I will be asked for the rest of my life if they are real at least a half dozen times a year by stupid people in bars.

Hooray for boobies.




“I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic -- in the sense that I live in my world.
I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.”
-Anais Nin

Old Skool Posies

I did a lot of scanning this weekend. I would like to get all of our photos transferred to a digital format for better storing.
Here are a few of my favorites:
These were all taken right around the time Jon and I first met.
I love this shot, they all look so cozy!

And then at the game... Jon and Ken sang the national anthem at a Mariners game:

And this one just because it's sexy:

and this one because it is silly:

1774 songs on my iTunes and nothing to listen to.

I wrote this in a note today:
I am so totally over the summer, I'm ready for Fall...
and as soon as I wrote it I had to follow it up with:
(literally not figuratively given my impending age and all)

When does the Autumn of our lives begin? What age is considered the start of it?

I'm not afraid of getting older, I'm only afraid of wasting time.
I still have so much I need to do.



Haven't laughed this hard in a long time
I better stop now before I start crying
Go off to sleep in the sunshine
I don't want to see the day when it's dying
-ES

Why I Wear black

(This is something silly I wrote a few years ago that I just came across again)
I was at a hockey game with my parents. I noticed a really large woman from across the arena. She stood out for two reasons; she was probably the largest person I had ever seen at that point in my life, and she was dressed completely in black from head to toe. In a sea of Team colors, Yellow and Green, her enormous black shape stood out.

My dad leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Do you know why she wears all black?” He asked

“Because someone died?” I guessed

“No, because black makes you look thinner, so fat ladies like to wear it to hide their shape.” He said very matter-of-factly

I looked down at my own pubescent and awkward shape. I looked at my pastel sweater and white jeans, which were popular for eleven-year-old girls at the time. I decided if black made you look thin then I must look huge in what I am wearing.

From that moment on, every shopping trip consisted of nothing but black purchases. Black dresses, black pants, black sweater, black tights, all on a quest to look as thin as possible.

A few years later, on my first day of high school, I walked about ten feet through the front door and I hear, “Hey Goth girl.”

And so it began.

I had no idea that the fat lady wearing black at the hockey game was going to effect how people saw me for the next seventeen years of my life.

I like to ponder how my life may have been different if she had chose to wear team colors that particular evening, or if my father had not played into my adolescent insecurities by educating me on the benefits of wearing black.

It makes me laugh when I think about it now.

All I wanted was to look even thinner. I was inadvertently labeled and handed a whole lifestyle.

There ain't no cure for love...

Three of my favorite people have to say goodbye to their favorite people in the next 48 hours. There are no promises, no regrets, just life getting in the way of love. It is really bizarre and almost eerie timing that this is all happening at once.


It reminds me of my own life 11 years ago.
I had 14 days.
14 days with this person who I knew I would fall in love with. (Girls always know first)
On the last day when we knew we had to say goodbye
I missed my flight on purpose just so I could put off leaving for one more day.
When we finally parted ways we cried and kissed and said "I will see you then"
I flew home
We didn't talk again for two years.
I missed him every day.
We tried to move on.
We were not real friends again for almost seven years.
Year 8 & 9 life threw us together again as friends and we spent nearly every day together
The end of 9 he almost lost me forever
By year 10 we were married.

So ladies, I know you are sad but remember: It is never goodbye. This is only "I'll see you then"

If a tree falls in the forest...

Two days ago my neighbor jumped from the 11th floor of his building and hit a concrete table. He hit so hard he broke the table. He died on impact.

The neighborhood rumor mill is saying he didn't leave any note that anyone knows of, but he was suffering from depression and AIDS. He had been hospitalized recently but nobody was sure why. Apparently, a lot of the people that live in that building are suffering from depression and various other mental disorders.

The neighborhood consensus is that stress just piled up on him and he could not deal with it any longer.

I can't find it anywhere in the newspapers. There was a chopper hanging above the hood for about 20 minutes after it happened, but it didn't make any news programs either.

Just sad.

I wanna see it untame itself and break it's owner...

I have to take four gigantic pills every day to fix my insulin resistance issues. They have a huge list of many possible side effects but so far I have only found two that I suffer from.
The first one is vivid dreams. When I first saw that on the pill bottle I thought, "Is that really a negative side effect? So what if you have vivid dreams? My dreams have always been pretty colorful anyway."
Well, the difference is, when I used to dream, no matter how vivid it might be, I always knew I was in a dream. There was always that little bit of control, so they were fun. Even the scary ones could be turned fun! Now, since I have been taking these pills, my dreams are SO real and SO vivid a lot of times I don't have any clue that I was dreaming until several minutes after waking up terrified.
The other side effect is short term memory loss. This one has been effecting me more recently than it has in the last year I have been taking them. I have always prided myself as a person with a very sharp mind. I have an unusually good memory for detail. A lot of times I can almost replay a whole conversation nearly word for word.
Since I have been taking these pills I feel like I am turning into a bit of a mush mind. I find myself having really air-headed moments. I will be right in the middle of a thought, get a little distracted and completely forget what I was doing. I used to be able to memorize any phone number after hearing it only once, but now I am useless without a rolodex. It is driving me mad!
I wish there was a way to get the benefits of my drugs without the strange side effects. I guess a little mush brain and vivid dreaming is way better than that long list of crazy stomach ailments you always hear spit out in rapid fire during any drug commercial, but still....

Music is the vernacular of the human soul.

The new issue of Magnet is out and it has quite a fancy review of Jon's record in it.


Rock critics like Elvis Costello because rock critics look like Elvis Costello.
-- David Lee Roth

Welcome to the world!

Sera Kendal Michelle was born on July 15th, 2006 at 3:22pm weighing in at 7 pounds and 19 inches long. Congrats Melissa! I love you!

The moment a child is born,
the mother is also born.
She never existed before.
The woman existed, but the mother, never.
A mother is something absolutely new.
~Rajneesh

Don't ask me nothin' about nothin', I just might tell you the truth.

As usual the title is lyrics to a song. If you know the name of the song then you might know where I just purchased tickets to. The song was also written within two years of the year I was born. (She's dropping hints like anvils)
You know how I mentioned that one of my favorite local bands are playing on my birthday? Well they are playing a few shows with my husband as well and since it all falls within my "birthday week" we thought it would be fun for me to go. Hooray for summer vacation!

Today Amie and I went to see Shakespeare in the park. They were doing "A Midsummer Night's Dream" it was cool, but I could not hear very well. We eventually wandered over and picked up some shaved ice from the shaved ice truck. I ordered a small and the guy told me he was going to make it extra big because he knows that "Pretty girls eating his shaved ice is very good marketing. It brings the boys."
Amie and I were like, "Eh, whatever."
In that particular park he would have better luck giving extra large Shaved Ice to the pretty boys. That is more of the demographic. Which is entirely fine by me, the more eye candy the better I say!

We soaked our tootsies in the wading pool and talked.

Now I am avoiding housework by blogging about virtually nothing.

Jack the Lion

Jack J Price, Sr - April 28, 1932 – July 15, 2003
In loving memory...

Forever Young

I'm missing my girl today.
May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young...
-bd

Corey

When I was a kid I used to have a reoccurring dream about my little brother. He and I were very close then. We did almost everything together. He was my only friend for years.

In the dream we would be out playing in the yard. He would jump on his bike and start riding off. I would yell to him that he should not go too far. I would chase after him. He would round the corner out of my sight. I would run around the corner and when I would get there, there would be the bike, still standing with no one riding it anymore. He was gone, just vanished. I would start to yell for him and run around looking for him, but I could never find him. I would wake up with this horrible feeling of panic and go to his room to make sure he was OK.

About nine years ago I had to throw him out of my apartment. I didn’t have a choice. We grew up, became two very different people, and we made two very extremely different lifestyle choices. I knew it came down to a choice between what he wanted to do and the safety of my daughter. We have not spoken since. I saw him once by accident at a club. We both tried to pretend we didn’t see one another and slipped out the door before we talked.

Last night I had that dream again, the first time in as long as I can remember and I keep thinking about him today.

I hope he is OK wherever he is and knows that even though I can’t stand his lifestyle choices I still love him.

Didn't you know.
It get's easier the more that I let go.
It get's easier the more that I don't know.
The only question now is where is love to go?
-jj

Shonen Knife send love to Darian all the way from Japan!

The Various Stages of Myspace

When I first joined Myspace it was after a long conversation via email with a friend of mine who was trying to tell me that Friendster was no longer "Where it's at".
It took me a long time to be convinced to join Friendster in the first place because I was of the mind that the last thing I needed was another internet distraction at work.
When my friend mentioned that Myspace had music profiles and I could add songs to my own profile I was sold. My Friendster account was deleted and my Myspace account was born.

Stage 1: Finding old friends, lovers, crushes, friends of lovers crushes...
It is sort of like the old saying "The first thing people look up on the internet the very first time they log on is porn". Well, the first thing you inevitably look up the first time you get on Myspace is anyone you have ever seen naked or ever wanted to see naked. (Don't lie, you have all done it. You know it. I know it. So let's just admit it to ourselves, shall we?)

Stage 2*: Looking up people right after you meet them.
These days if someone tells me their first and last name when I meet them out at a club/bar I will inevitably look them up that night when I get home. Or whenever anyone under 35 is mentioned on the evening news I will look to see if they have a profile. I would say eight out of ten times they do! Why not? Myspace is supposedly for networking right?
I figure if people put it out there, they must want it to be seen.
Recently I have seen a high instance of friends of mine who meet new guys and then go home and look them up only to find their profiles tagged with "In a relationship" or worse "married". What is up with that guys? My husband says I should not be surprised, but I always am.

Stage 3: Using it for dating purposes or hooking up.
I can't say much about this mostly because I have been married since Myspace came into my life, but I do know of several single people who have met via Myspace and gone out on dates. It seems like it would be a good tool for that. Even though on my profile I am clearly tagged as Married I get all of the classic crazy emails on a regular basis from Who's Who in Mental Health from around the world.

"I am pig farmer from Mars and I think you look pretty eyes and have many of my baby if we marry soon yes? I have much money and buy you many nice thing."

It is entertaining, tacky and a little bit scary all rolled up into one!

Stage 4: The fascination with Myspace has worn off.
You don't care about any of the things you cared about in stage one. You realize that only total Gomers would actually put anything real or deeply personal on their unfiltered profile. So really, what you have is a community that is equal to glorified electronic yellow pages. A lot of people have switched to using their Myspace profiles for their email because of the handy device that tells you if and when your sent message has been read. This is good for people in stage 3 trying to hook up so they can torture themselves with the thought; "He read my email three days ago, why hasn't he replied to me yet?"

Stage 5: You dabble in the other stages but for the most part you just use it to find new music and get a free download every now and then.
You have a certain rotation of profiles you click on regularly because you know they change their songs/content/blogs regularly and that helps entertain you when you are bored at work. You rarely get on Myspace on the weekends or after 5PM on the weekdays unless you get an email that says someone left you a new comment or a new message. These days you use the Music Search way more than the Friend Finder and you have at least a CD's worth of free music and a collection of ridiculous emails from the Myspace whores. You threaten to delete your profile at least three times a week and you curse yourself for even bothering to log on anymore because you realize what a colossal waste of time it is.

*There is a stage I skipped because not everyone does it but I call it the "I just discovered the bulletin feature" stage of Myspace. This is a stage that is split down the middle. You either do or don't. Those who do seem to do it a LOT and those who don't, you may never see their name roll up on the bulletin scroll. So I would call this Stage 2.1

In My Life I Love You More.

Two Years ago today...

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.




Loves.