peek-a-boo

look who tried to get inside last night. =)

too bad that whole
"kiss a frog and you'll have your prince"
thing isn't true.

mi casa

welcome to my humble abode. please join me as we walk thru parts of my house--my living areas. do keep in mind, some parts are in fact missing since i've not been given the photo rights to put my sister's side of the house on here. =)

please enjoy. =)

mi casa

cat crack

mom--this is for you. =D
this is george when he's NOT high on cat nip. hahaha.

hip hip horray!

happy 25th birthday to my bestest best friend in the WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD! i wouldn't be who i am today if it wasn't for you. =) (looking down at feet and shifting) hahaha.

I LOVE YOU SASS PANTS!


we are SO OLD now! woo hoo!

horge in motion

here is a glimpse at what traveling with a cat is like... =)

(here, poor george is all looped out from the drugs that we gave him so that he wouldn't have to be awake the whole time. he did eventually fall asleep but this was shot right as they were taking effect. i hated giving them to him.) =(

(it truly amazes me--cats can have to go potty SO bad, but as soon as you put them in a different environment (aka the HIGHWAY... hahaha) they FREAK OUT and refuse to go. who'da thunk i would find a cat who is just as stubborn as i am. hahahaha.)

(here's george. roaming free inside my car. i couldn't wait to arrive so i could vacuum all the cat hair out of my car!)

hair color nightmare

bleeding hearts of the world united last week during my attempt to shed my rebellious brunette hair and return to the world of special treatment, laughter, and just plain old fashioned blonde fun.

bethany and i headed out to sally's to buy hair bleach, but since it was closed, and i was too impatient, i was forced to buy some "extreme bleach" hair color (first mistake.) from publix. (second mistake.)

we brought home the product and began the ill-fated dying process. she foiled the bleach through my hair and after a quick rinse and wash, i realized that foiling just wasn't gonna cut it. it didn't really change my look too much so i had her put the rest of the goop all over my hair. (third mistake.) my hair turned a REDISH ORANGE! i. freaked. out.

see for yourself!:

shock and fear!then sadness. =(finally acceptance--if only for a short while.

the very next day, i headed back to sally's to try and get the bleach that i originally wanted to use on my hair. THIS time they were open. i bought the necessary supplies and bethany and i went at it again. we plastered the bleach over my entire head. fourth mistake. my hair turned a freakishly iridescent yellow!


it was horrible. i looked like some white-trash girl who tried to color her hair by herself and it all went horribly wrong! oh wait.... that DID happen. (minus the white-trash part.) hahaha. =) i panicked. again. you'd think that i would have learned from the first THREE mistakes and gone to a professional salon but noooo. i had to be stubborn and try and fix the mistakes myself. (shaking fist at stubborn pride.) i did however call up my sister galilee, and i asked her what i should have done from the very beginning. i was instructed to add some color to what i had left of my hair and pray for the best since i had acted so foolishly already. so i did what i was told. and i sat. and waited.

now? i have a somewhat decent looking color of hair. i will say that i'm MUCH happier now with how i look but its not exactly what i would call "natural" looking.

i can't quite expect the moon
when i've already shot it to bits and pieces. =/

five things: 1-5

1. i’m immune to caffeine.

2. i always hold my pee longer than i should.

3. i played the clarinet in the junior high band.

4. i only eat raw vegetables--except for corn on the cob. (oh! and asparagus, thanks to ruth.) =)

5. i was kicked in the boobie by a horse at my best friend's house when i was 16.

vermin from hell

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

(clearing throat) sorry ...let me start from the beginning.

florida has many critters/creatures/VERMIN FROM HELL!!... (calming myself down) ...that live casually amongst everyone. some i can handle, others i squeal then spray, and then there are those that i REFUSE to live with. [...but since i don't plan on moving anytime soon, i seem to have no choice. =/]

my little sister (jubee) was out in the garage doing some laundry when she saw this... this thing with wings scurry away from her hand when she reached for the laundry soap. she squealed as all girls do, (hey, i'm not judging. i've had my own fair share of squeaks and squabbles lately from all the "locals".). i came running out to see what the matter was and she told me what happened. i, feeling oddly brave, went to move the laundry soap to inspect the situation a bit closer. what i found was....

(squirming with angst)

...a FLYING COCKROACH. that's right. a COCKROACH! WITH WINGS! and antennas that reached the moon! and a body the size of my fist (only a slight, slight, exaggeration there). i started jumping up and down, screaming and squealing, which in turn, spurred on jubee to scream and squeal right along with me. i called my neighbor over to "deal with the situation" because there was NO WAY in he.....ll that i was going near it again.

thankfully. everything was taken care of and i was able to calm myself down. but let me tell you. i no longer look at the ground when i walk to oogle my chucks. i now look down to make sure there are no repeats of the laundry incident. (...and to look at my chucks. hahaha.)

just so you don't think i overreacted, here is a photo of the "flying cockroach", aka palmetto bug as the floridians so deceptively call it:

juuuuuuuust kidding. hahahaha.

below is a REAL photo i found online of a palmetto bug.

see! SEE! (arms crossed) i wasn't overreacting.

best friends

i was looking through some old photos and found one with these two guys sleeping together.

i miss winky.
she was a good cat.

eh, what's a few extra peppers?

i went to a pampered chef party where thee bestest homemade salsa was served. so bestest in fact that i went out the very next day and bought all the ingredients to make it myself.

i made it with:
4 roma tomatoes
1/2 green pepper
1/2 red pepper
1/2 orange pepper
2 habaneros
1 jalepeño
1/2 white onion
1 lime (squeezed)
a bit of fresh garlic
and a few snips of cilantro

chop. chop. chop.

stir. stir. stir.

and voila! homemade salsa!

i like things hot and spicy--hence my love for chipotle's delicious salsa filled burrito bowls--so i thought i'd add a few extra jalepeños and habaneros. merely to enhance that bit-o-bark i experienced the night before. i could handle it, right? WRONG-O. the extra peppers (with seeds) made it TOO hot and TOO spicy! i'd eat a bit, then chug down some sweet tea. eat a bit more and then chug down more tea. the more i ate, the better my tongue felt, until i stopped. so... i had no choice but to eat more! i eventually was too full to eat any more and the only way i could cool my tongue was to suck on chunks of ice! and pant. like a dog. which didn't really help at all but i did it anyway.

i hate to admit this but once my tongue cooled down, madness took over and i went at it again. i have since "altered" the recipe to the one you see above and now? oh my gosh. it is soo delish. you should try it. i promise, it won't be as ridiculous as my "first" recipe. =) unless you think you are better than me, which you are not, so don't bother asking for it.

update 07/26/09: it's in the wee hours of the morning and i'm on the toilet because of the salsa. i guess it's better than at 11am, right when the sunday morning service STARTS! because then, EVERYone would know how long i was "gone".

unreturned love

“...but if God's love is as immeasurable and unending as the hebrews describe Him, how deep and profound must be His sense of sorrow and rejection. if anyone knows the pain of love unreturned, it must be God.”

--erwin mcmanus: soul cravings

dreams

"i have dreamed in my life. dreams that have stayed with me even after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind."

--emily bronte

childhood fears

so... i'm 25 now. i'm at that age where childhood fears are the thing of the past... right? i've overcome the fear of the dark, the fear of whats under my bed. even the fear of the boogieman.

i've overcome them all. except one. and that one certainly took me by surprise.

right now, its the rainy season in florida. thunderstorms are a plenty. some have been light and fluffy, while others have threatened to tear the roof right off the house. last night, the skies were clear--not a cloud in sight. it was quite beautiful actually. i went to bed without a care in the world and slept peacefully until about.... eh, 3am-ish when BAM! this crack of lightening lit up the sky so brightly that it woke me up instantly. [now i'm a pretty deep sleeper. i'm used to falling asleep with music or the tv on, so a light noise won't stir me in the least.] but this... this was so bright, i sat straight up in my bed. and then another BAM! thunder. i FREAKED out. MORE BAMS! it almost sounded like the raid of berlin during wwii. i hadn't experienced that kind of heart stammering fear in... well ages! when i used to be afraid of thunder. i pulled the covers over my head and willed myself to sleep, hoping i could dream away the terror. no such luck. there i was, a grown adult, and i was terrified of a stupid thunderstorm. [(whispering) ...i even considered crawling into bed with my sister who sleeps on the other side of the house but i was too SCARED to get out of bed and RUN to her!] i stuck my head under all six of my pillows and eventually fell asleep. but not before saying a quick prayer. =)

i laugh at it all now. sure NOW. not during the stupid storm. never have i felt so ridiculous. (shaking head) when will i be old enough to say "i'm not afraid of thunderstorms".

...maybe next year. =)

he had me at meow

meet george--aka horehey, horge, horgehey, mister, puppy... and the list goes on. funny thing is, he responds to all of those names. =)

i first met george many moons ago when i was looking for that perfect gentleman to fill my evenings with hugging, snuggling, no talking back, and just plain unadulterated, unconditional love. enter george. and a pizza box.

he loves to sleep in the sink, at my feet, and now on the black coffee table that shows each and every teeny tiny little white hair he so lovingly leaves behind for bethany. tsst.

he likes long walks around the dinning room table, loves to drink the finest tap water from the bathroom sink, requires a customized nutrition blend of salmon and chicken, and demands his belly be rubbed daily.

i love my george and he is the shnizz. hands down.

george

go ahead and chuckle

here are a few things that made me laugh today: