I constantly have things that I want to post to this site...but I don't have the pictures to go with them. LOL I guess I'm waaayyy too used to having an actual journal instead of a photoblog/videoblog.

visual blogging takes much more work...you actually have to take the time to *gasp* pick up a camera instead of just logging on and writing some quick words. I will get used to it, tho.

Linus beats the shit out of me on a daily bases. purring away, and all the sudden he bites my cheek...but its the hand battles that are the most fun (and the most destructive to my poor skin). I always lose. but I can't get mad at him, 'cause HEY!! I started it!!

why do people feel the need to fill silence with noise?

pet peeve: people who talk just to talk because they can't stand a quiet room. if you don't actually have something to say, then SHUT UP! silence does not intimidate or scare me...why does it scare you?

I don't know why, but I like this picture of me. my nostrils look huge and my eyes look sleepy and its the same damn pose I always do when self photo-ing...but still, I likey. enough to put it on my about page.

I have been after my doctor for YEARS to remove this wart mole thing from my face. I've had it since high school, and its always bothered me. I usually shopped it out from photos. LOL now I need to no more, because Cousin It is GONE!! (you can see the red dot from the "surgery" in the second piccy)

this is what I look like after working my ass off on ye ole elliptical machine. its good to sweat...too bad it only takes me ten minutes to get in this state. LOL I seriously need some damn stamina.

all of these photos involve a tad bit of alcohol...eh, unfortunately, I'm the drunkard in every one. both in front of and behind ye ole camera.

I do have to say tho...the first picture of Doug is the EXACT same face he made when I took the furminator to his chesty hairs. yes. I really did. and it was quite funny. (torture isn't just reserved for the cat OR the guinea pigs. I am indescriminate!)

today is Doug and I's anniversary...6 YEAR anniversary! and in all that time, I can only remember two "knock down blowout at this moment I hate you" fights.

now, you might find it odd and a tad unromantic that I would even bring that up...but to me? it is a testimate to just how much we love and respect each other.

we don't snap, we don't yell, we don't talk down to each other. we tease and laugh and love. we genuinely enjoy each other. and considering how extemely rare that is...its well worth bragging about.

Doug actually took this (obviously, right?) and I love it.

hey, HOOKER FACE!! I've never spent more than ten minutes in the company of Liz and Kasey without getting the giggle fits at least once. I tell you what. you get us three together, there's gonna be alot of laughter and some quite...interesting...bitchy...halarious conversations. the common greeting? "hey, hooker face!!" (yeah, I have no idea what that means either, but tis quite funny anyway!) there's no topic too personal, no story too graphic. we are totally ourselves around each other, and its quite wonderful.

pee.esss. that second absolutely horrendous piccy of me? yeah. that only got included because it is HALARIOUS. I look like a freaking horse!!

it's been oh....about 5 years since I had professional color on my hair...I finally bit the bullet and spent the money I couldn't afford to spend and I LOVE IT.

last weekend Doug and I headed out to the Ozarks to see the boat races (and mostly to get the hell out of dodge...stir crazy much?). it was a weekend of new experiences for me. first time pulling a trailer (strait forward and strait backward, but still!), first time shooting Doug 's 45 (thank god I missed the bald eagle flying overhead), first time seeing a bald eagle in the wild...

first time riding a jet ski. I was convinced I was going to die before I even got on the thing, and when Doug ran it full speed in our little cove, I didn't change my mind. in fact, that's exactly the reponse I gave him when he asked what I thought..."I am going to DIE!! *giggle, giggle*."

but NOTHING could have prepared me for what it would be like riding that thing out on the main channel. boat races=5 million boats (nope, not exaggerating). you know what else boat races=? waves so high you might as well be in the middle of the ocean. at one point we came down from a wave so hard I swear I lost 3 inches of height. and you know what? I LOVED EVERY SECOND OF IT. every.single.second. and I cannot WAIT to do it again.