Don't Hold Yourself Like That

My mom's here since yesterday. It's fun. I dragged her everywhere I could think of yesterday. It's fun. She mentioned wanting to get her hair cut yesterday and I don't think expected me to whip out my cell phone and the business card of the place Jenny and I went to make her an appointment. So we got that taken care of. Her hair's adorable. She was very brave and didn't even cry. Well, she almost cried with happiness because she likes it so much. Which is awesome. The woman did a great job and was nice and made her comfortable. I always feel bad going into hair places with these unfortunate orangey red highlights in my hair.

Anyway. We went to eye Kee ah yesterday too and, whoops, ended up getting a lot of stuff. We realized that unfinished wood is stainable and since we're on such a big staining kick these days and it's cheaper we got a dining room. Er, my mother insanely insisted on getting us a dinign room. But it ended up being way cheaper than what we had originally planned. Yay fun, I love eye kee ah

Shut up, Stacey.

What else? Oh I have to go run some experiments. Laters

Don't Drag My Love Around

I got back from El Hey a little while ago. I am fucking tired. I got up with JD at 4:30 so I's could get on the road by 6 to beat the non-carpool lane jam. And beat it I did, only to arrive at the ct.haus at ten to 7. The doors didn't open until 7:30. That was lame but I got some reading done. Between the two of us who were there, we ran one kid. We ran every possible kid and that equalled only one. I drove 90 miles today to Help run one kid. Not even to do anything, just to help. Uhh, that sucked.

Also, I negotiated the freeways like a seasoned veteran. But they still were horrible and scary. yes, I drove through both longue beach and compoton yeah you know i'm in trouble. ok not so horrible or scary but they couldn't be less scenic if they were trying. and i learned why they call the OC-to-El Hey commuting freeways the Orange Crush. Something so appropriate about that. I still have a shirt I wore all the time in high school and college that's bright orange and says orang crush on the front. And Ray 1 on the back. yeah i know. I would wear it to ct. if I thought the judge wouldn't bitch me out.

So today was intense once things got underway. I watched a heering that seriously made me tear up....this little girl with her hair in three braids sticking out from her head who was adorable was maybe 6 or 7 and the judge was explaining that she'd been there 6 mos ago and couldn't read or write or add or anything else 6 year olds should kind of do...ok maybe she was a little older than that....but she'd caught up to her class and all the teachers said she didn't need special help anymore and she had these excellence in language arts certificates and a class photo and the judge was praising her and it's all because she's living with her older brother instead of their deadbeat mom now. And the brother is sitting next to me in the back of the room and he's older than me and you can tell he's unbelievably proud and a good person and he's concerned about expenses but the judge takes care of everything and the judge asks to keep the class photo and the brother says ok and the judge couldn't stop saying how great this little girl was doing

and when they walked out all the atturneys and everyone clapped for her. and she looked like she was going to die of happiness right there. i seriously almost cried. ok, so, that's all the reminding I need of why it's important to drive 90 miles to run one fricking kid. it's totally worth it.

but then the next heering was a termination of parrintel rites and that sucked.

but the day was productive, overall, and now we at least know what we're doing like badasses and it's going to be cake from here on out. Hahahaha.

I'm not going tomorrow because I have to pick my mom up from the airport. at noon, but I might not get back in time.

Now I'm exhausted--I couldn't sleep last night and right when I finally got to sleep JD shifted suddenly, cracking me in the face with his elbow "accidentally" and busted my lip. He was all "oh no, sorry! sorry, whoops baby ZZZZZZZZZZZ"

and then i was up for awhile longer. I think I slept about 2 hours last night.

i will say one good thing for starbux. they open at 5:30 am. Sometimes there's just no alternative.

some of you are expecting mail. it will try to go out today, but there's an awful lot of other stuff I also have to do today.
speaking of.....

You Wanna Jump And Dance But You Sat On Your Hands

So, congratulations to Jenny Jenny Sis Face and newcomer Chris in the comments section of the previous post, who have both correctly identified the "message for dr. steward in the lobby" quote from Dracula, Dead And Loving It, one of the greatest cinematic triumphs of our generation, and they will both now be receiving something awesome in the mail if they (meaning the one of you whose address I do not know, ahem, that'd be Chris) send me their mailing addresses (tmarzipan@hotmail.com).

There are still about sixteen other stolen references that I will hold off on revealing until the rest of you have had ample chance to guess at them. Hahahahahaha.

Everyone will be shocked and awed at the fact that in the course of yesterday afternoon I rounded up nearly enough subjects, scheduled and all, for the preliminary part of this ass-paining study. In lieu of flowers, please donate to the American Cancer Sosietie(sic). No no, hold your applause. That means this afternoon I am running some of them. Whee, I haven't done this in almost a year. Wheee.

Sis, if you want to call me today I'm game but it can't be from 1-3ish my time, I'll be very busy in meetings and then with some kids doing important research activities, so hold off until after that? Yes, thanks. But you have to hear this mom story. Ok, it's not that great but it's one of those ones that makes me bang my head on the desk over and over. Hahahahaha.

Here is a question I would like to have answered:
Why do you very skinny girls get defensive about not having an ass? In general? Most little skinny girls just do not have one, that comes with the whole being a size 2 thing. Size 2 pants are not designed to accomodate any kind of ass. If you fit into them you probably go straight from upper thigh to waist. And that's not a bad thing, but it always confuses me as to why you want one in the first place. Please explain.

I mean, I see why you would want one like mine, it defies logic and has actually won many awards, but not everyone's ass can be so fucking hot. And this isn't for sale, exactly.


hahahahahahaha.