go here & do this:
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/Content?oid=54084
in other news:
it is possible that paint shall be purchased within a weeks time, so be on guard for a "painting party" alert. whether or not it is wise to gather many friends into a small space with beer, liquor, & gallons of eggshell finish will remain to be seen.
i think i would feel less overwhelmed with the amount of work that lies ahead in this "new home" project if my brother & sister would come pick up all of their boxes of stuff. i'm half tempted to just go set everything on their lawns.
yesterday my brother delivered my mom's ashes to me. i opened the box to see how big the urn (not yet purchased) needs to be, & she spilled on me. i screamed like a little girl. i then vacuumed her up saying "sorry, sorry" with every push of the vacuum. how surreal is that? it was only a small handful that spilled out, so i still have most of her. but come on. am i in a movie? how does that happen? it was scary at first, then pretty funny, then it just became sad & depressing. this seems to be the basic cycle of my emotions lately, with anger being the brief padding between each.
also, i'll try to send everyone messages, but i'm pretty lazy so: if you're free saturday, sept. 2nd, there will be a party to celebrate the birth of anna in her 29th year @ botana's (sp?) um, i don't know what time yet. but like i said, i will try to msg everyone w/ proper time & info & stuff. or msg me. you know.
life is so strange.
LJERS: you know i still love you and check up on you, but basically, i'm just using livejournal to post what myspace occasionally won't. i am so aware that livejournal is a better journalling tool, but, i don't know. i got caught up. so that's where my words are stored these days.
i haven't been on here in awhile, either, cause my mama recently died after her 14 years of being pretty seriously ill. she was the toughest broad i knew. i'm a bit of a mess without her. it was all very terms of endearment, except i'm not 6 years old, and yet ...
mary frances henes
september 6th, 1949-august 4th, 2006
so that's what's up.
byleee, if you really do move to chicago you must let me know. it's a quick train ride, ya know.
in other news:
it is possible that paint shall be purchased within a weeks time, so be on guard for a "painting party" alert. whether or not it is wise to gather many friends into a small space with beer, liquor, & gallons of eggshell finish will remain to be seen.
i think i would feel less overwhelmed with the amount of work that lies ahead in this "new home" project if my brother & sister would come pick up all of their boxes of stuff. i'm half tempted to just go set everything on their lawns.
yesterday my brother delivered my mom's ashes to me. i opened the box to see how big the urn (not yet purchased) needs to be, & she spilled on me. i screamed like a little girl. i then vacuumed her up saying "sorry, sorry" with every push of the vacuum. how surreal is that? it was only a small handful that spilled out, so i still have most of her. but come on. am i in a movie? how does that happen? it was scary at first, then pretty funny, then it just became sad & depressing. this seems to be the basic cycle of my emotions lately, with anger being the brief padding between each.
also, i'll try to send everyone messages, but i'm pretty lazy so: if you're free saturday, sept. 2nd, there will be a party to celebrate the birth of anna in her 29th year @ botana's (sp?) um, i don't know what time yet. but like i said, i will try to msg everyone w/ proper time & info & stuff. or msg me. you know.
life is so strange.
LJERS: you know i still love you and check up on you, but basically, i'm just using livejournal to post what myspace occasionally won't. i am so aware that livejournal is a better journalling tool, but, i don't know. i got caught up. so that's where my words are stored these days.
i haven't been on here in awhile, either, cause my mama recently died after her 14 years of being pretty seriously ill. she was the toughest broad i knew. i'm a bit of a mess without her. it was all very terms of endearment, except i'm not 6 years old, and yet ...
mary frances henes
september 6th, 1949-august 4th, 2006
so that's what's up.
byleee, if you really do move to chicago you must let me know. it's a quick train ride, ya know.