It's been a long time since my last confession...

Yes, yes it has.

Well, life is good. I'm happily single, REALLY busy, thinking about buying a condo, planning on buying a motorcycle, and still doing derby.

I saw 300 last weekend with Crazy Random Musings, her husband and her brother in law. We were going to grab a bite to eat, which I intended to snarf as quickly as possible before the movie. Crazy, who I might add, is ACTUALLY crazy, decided we were going to "sneak" the food in. We had two huge to-go containers that she put under her sweater she was carrying over her arm. I'm not sure if it would have been POSSIBLE to be any more obvious. In fact, I'm pretty sure not.

We were making our way to the theater, when her plan suddenly collapsed and the food went tumbling to the ground. It didn't fall out of the containers, but the cheers from passers by surly didn't help us stay incognito...As we went into the theater, the security guard was eyeing Crazy suspiciously. As we walked by, I half expected him to tackle her, demanding she discard her contraband IMMEDIATELY. He just looked. We got into the complex realizing we purchased one ticket for the correct movie and three tickets for the wrong one. So we stole into the illegal theater for the movie we actually wanted to see, and we were off. The theater was packed. My pad thai stunk to high heaven. We were fugitives, and I was definately sweating. My god, we could have been kicked out, banned from the theater, or WORSE!

In any event, we watched the movie without incident. Our neighbors didn't turn us in to the po-po, the little movie people didn't confiscate our grub, and the movie was cool.

Love y'all!

MUAHS!

The time I got robbed:

Well, party people, it's back by popular demand - the story about the time I got robbed in San Bernardino. It's come up in conversation with a couple of folks, and they've asked about it, so instead of retelling the story, I figured I'd just post it.

This happened in November, I think.

I was BRAND NEW to roller derby. I hadn't been to more than a couple of weeks of practices. In fact, during the previous practice, I hyper-extended the ligament in my left knee, and was hobbling around. For some reason, I thought practice started at 8pm, when it actually started at 8:30. Bruce, the owner of The Stardust, where we skate, had a private party inside, so I had to go back out to my car and wait.

I was taking my time getting back to my car, talking to my friend, Leroy on the phone. As I was sitting down in the driver's seat of my car, I heard foot steps running toward the car from behind me. I thought it was one of the other derby girls running for some reason. All of a sudden, this guy wedges himself between my car door and the door frame so I couldn't close the door and says, "Give me your money, bitch, or I'm going to stab you." He was holding a screw driver to my neck. I lied to him and said, "I don't have any money." I was still on the phone with Leroy at that point. He heard the robbery happen until then. Then the guy said, "Then give me your phone," and he snatched my phone out of my hand. He said, "And give me your keys." He started to take my keys out of my hand. I had my personal keys and my school keys on the same key ring that night. He grabbed the keys, but I wouldn't let go. He said, "Bitch, give me your keys. I'll stab you."

I said, "Oh, HELL no." I yanked my keys back, and I grabbed onto his screwdriver and said, "If you reach in this car one more time you mother fucker, I will kill you." Then I hopped out of the car and started chasing him. He ran faster than I probably could have run if my knee WASN'T injured, but I still had his screwdriver in my hand. I was so pissed off, I threw it at him. I know. Stupid idea. But I was mad. I nailed him in the back of the head. He picked up his screwdriver and kept running. I ran back to my car. I was going to get in it and run him down. The other derby girls made me go inside and call the cops instead.

I learned a lot about myself that night. I didn't think I could kill another human being, which is why I've never learned how to shoot the gun I own. I figured that I had better keep it locked up, otherwise I'd be one of those idiots that hesitates and gets shot with their own gun. I don't ever recall actually wanting to kill someone ever before, but if I had the opportunity, I could have killed this man. When he threatened my life, a switch flipped, and I wanted to hurt him. I learned that in a situation where it's either them or me, I choose me. Period. If it comes down to an issue of survival, I know I can kill without hesitation.

Not long after that, I learned how to shoot my gun. I plan to get certified to carry concealed, and I plan to get certified to carry a taser. If that fucker EVER messes with me again, he'll get the surprise of his life.

Midlife Crisis

Yeah. I had one today. I freaked out. Went crazy. I ALMOST bought a cherry red Corvette. But, I thought about it and decided that I'd stick with my old fart tan Buick Le Saber that I bought from my grandmother. Yes. I am so hip it hurts.

But anyway, I'm sitting here getting my t.v. fix online before bed. Goobie is on the right, purring as he snoozes, Tito is on the left with his little face tipped up toward mine.

I gots me a great life, y'all =)

Home, sick

I feel like crap, but I'm bored out of my mind, so I made cookies. Well, I TRIED to make cookies. I fell asleep, as is the case with many nighttime cold medicines, and the consequences, well they speak for themselves. Fortunately, I didn't burn anything down. I do, however, have the crunchiest sugar cookies I've ever eaten. And they kinda taste like burning....even Tito won't eat them. =(

Break-ups suck

Everybody's wanted something they can't have...but when it's people, it's particularly difficult. Mark and I broke up tonight. It was mutual. Even though I really care for him, there's only so much of your life you can change, so much of your time you can spare, so much of who you are that you can let go.

There are a lot of self doubts that surface after a break up, feelings of failure...but what are you SUPPOSED to do when you know you just can't be the person the other wants you to be?

Tonight we walked away, and it's breaking my heart. He was - and still is - very special to me.

I'm not suitable for human consumption at the moment. I'm depressed, cranky and need chocolate.

In other news, my little darling, Tito spent the whole day with me. I went to Claremont this morning to pick up some free stuff for the band room, and baby boy wanted to come to help. We loaded the truck, and the lady we were picking up from even thought he was so cute that she let Tito take her for a walk!

No matter how crummy a day I have, ALL I have to do is be with my baby boys and they make me smile =D

Derby calls!

Bye for now.

Hellooooo!!!!!

I'm now 32 years old! YAY! Every year that passes by, my life gets better and better. I'm more confident now than I ever have been, and if it keeps getting better like this, KEEP EM COMIN'!!!!

I had a great birthday party. My friends and I hung out at a bar called Liam's in Colton, CA. It was lots of fun. We didn't know what kind of place it was, so my friend Kristalle and I dressed FAR too normally for the environment....BUT, everybody there was different (there were rockabilly types, punk types, high types, tired types, tatooed types, blah, blah blah) so it all worked out. Kristalle was the designated driver for the evening. We went to pick up my derby sister, Crasher, who, decked out in her three mohawks and really cool shoes, fit in at Liams LIKE A GLOVE. We met my friend Robb there. We made him wait an extra half hour for us though. The older you get, the longer it takes to make yourself beautiful. Oh well...

We pretty much sat there chatting, laughing, and drinking for several hours. Crasher may have even convinced Robb to ref for our derby league!! YAY!!!

Well, I had an officially awesome birthday=) My best ones have been in socal. To life!

MUAHS!!!

Happy Birthday to MEEEE!!!!!

My birthday is tomorrow, and I remembered!!! YAY!!!!

I'm going out with friends to see a band. WEEEHOOO!!!!

My friend, Kristalle, decided that I need to be more girly by carrying a purse. So she got me TWO!!!!

I wanted to get a star tattooed on my forehead, but she said I should use this instead:




But then she said I needed something pink and fun and frilly and girly, so she got me a dead bunny too!!! YAY!!!



And the coolest part:

My daddy, the GREATEST man in the world picked out the most beautiful earrings from when my parents went to Mexico. My momma sent me the very coolest birthday card that she made and sent me a wonderful present that TOTALLY matches the decor!!!!

My parents rock!!! So does my Kristalle!!!