Found over at Izzy Mom, an "I Am" meme:

I AM: tired of some people. People who don't understand that I need time too and it's not reasonable for me to not have time for me.

I WANT: to move out of my one bedroom apartment really really soon instead of a few years from now.

I WISH: for more patience.

I HATE: time. There is just not enough of it.

I MISS: my mom. She's coming down in November for my 30th but I miss her everyday and my 2nd tuesday calls sometimes are just not enough.

I FEAR: bugs. They are all icky.

I HEAR: everything. If you don't want me to know and if it's confidential. Talk quieter with the door closed and

I WONDER: what the future...the next day, the next hour, the next minute will hold.

I REGRET: not seeing more of my older friends. They are leaving this world so quickly.

I AM NOT: stupid. I may be a bit slow sometimes but I am not stupid.

I DANCE: with people, by myself. I love the medieaval dances I have learned through the SCA although I still blush through the flirting ones.

I SING: only when I'm alone. I was in Choir with Strongarm but that was a loooog time ago.

I CRY: when I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm scared. I admit it. I am a Cryer...not a Crier.

I AM NOT ALWAYS: Happy. I am sometimes angry and confused and an emotional elevator.

I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: delicious treats that melt in your mouth. I have to make a few hundred chocolate mounds for the wedding in a few weeks. I then won't make them again until Christmas.

I WRITE: lists and more lists. I think too much and my lists sometimes have lists.

I CONFUSE: everyone. The conversation thread sometimes begins in my head but starts halfway through once out of my mouth. You know?

I NEED: Time. Money. Love. Hugs. Friends. Laughter. Sarah Sue.

I SHOULD: forgive. Sometimes it's really hard.

I START: a new book every hour, day depending on my speed reading and time.

I FINISH: conversations with good friends with a hug. Although I greet and leave everyone with a hug in actuality.

I've been tagged by Elizabeth for 10 things regarding the letter "C".

Colour - I love the colours red, yellow and blue. Primary colours rock. Pastels...not so much.

Camera - My very expensive gift to myself. I take it everywhere and sometimes even take pictures with it. It rocks!

Chicken - Chicken parmesan and butter chicken are two of my favourites. You name a recipe with chicken in it and I've either made it or eaten it.

Chloe - My cat with attitude errrr cattitude. She is one of my favourite things to cuddle. I could do without the comfort licking tho'.

Cologne - The smell of a good cologne can almost make me salivate. Other times I gag.

Cars - Specifically the Studebaker or a Mustang. I like'm old and I like'm fast.

Cuddles - I could not live without a cuddle a day...even two. I like to be held.

Costumes - In the SCA I love my gowns. They really are costumes from another time period. I love my gowns and bodices and corsets. Now all I need are new shoes/sandals/boots and a belt to hold a dagger. Yup, I'm a wench!

Chuckle - I wouldn't be me without it. Gotta love the Thesaurus! I wanted something along the lines of laughter and this "crow" "cheer" "clap one's hands" "chirrup" were some of the C definitions.

Canada - I am Canadian and I even had a hat made that says "Canadian Girls Kick Ass" You Betcha!

*phew* I didn't realize I'd have to think so hard. Thanks again Elizabeth for letting me be part of this. *HUGE HUGS*

Robert Frost: In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

I so totally agree with this quote from Mr. Frost.

Thursday evening I talked MyLuc into heading out for a walk. We needed some Jolt and a new brita filter. Ice Cream from Dairy Queen and people watching in the park totally cleared some of my head space.

Friday MyLuc headed out to join his dad and uncle in cleaning out Grandad Mel's room at the Home. I was at my end not knowing what to do but totally not wanting to come to work. I headed out to visit Glamazon for bit and ran into Mairin...I was an attendant at her Handfasting last year. She was out with her two stepsons 5 and 8 for a picnic at the Quay. I joined them for a bit. MyLuc and I headed over to our friend Elphin's for dinner. I had volunteered MyLuc because Elphin had injured both wrists and forearms at work and was kinda lonely. I can't recall what he made Creole Chicken or something and o'course I made Greek Salada. Killer Bunnies followed. It was awesome.

MyLuc and I went to his 'rents Saturday night. MyLuc made an awesome lamb curry dish and noone noticed too much the crunchy rice. My job and instead of two cups rice four cups water it was two to two. *shrug* I also picked up some super awesome pastries from a new bakery/deli that's opened on 6th street...err...6th avenue...I live in New West but I still don't know the streets...other than my own. We laughed, we all cried, we told stories, we got angry...and o'course we cried some more.

Sunday I helped Virginia in her garden and planted 60 or so various types of sunflowers and 5 each of pumpkins and squash and two planters for the front step. I am so glad for my Ipod. It was a good mix of country and rock and it was awesome. Sunday evening we all went into town for dinner with Larry's Mom and Dad at the Bavarian House. The dinner was a late Mother's day gift for Jean (Larry's Mom) that Virginia didn't want to cancel. It was a good dinner followed by pie at our apartment. I had made sure that everything was clean but after everyone left I really felt like the apartment was something that a bachelor would have or someone just starting out. It was kinda depressing.

Monday I met up with Strongarm for breakfast/lunch at Denny's followed with The DaVinci Code. I admit, I liked the book better and I did have a mini nap for about 5. Strongarm gave me a good whack and I came to but the talk about the past....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. I made swiss chicken enchiladas that tasted very white. It's hard to explain but that's the only thing I've got. It's like a white sauce that hasn't any flavour. I know that the swiss cheese was supposed to be front and foremost but it was kinda blah. MyLuc liked it tho'.

Tuesday - Here I am at work. Doing catch up. Thanking people for their hugs and saying "I'm okay" Over and over and over.

and the rest of the week....

Wednesday - I have to figure something out for dinner.

Thursday - Grandad Mel's funeral and then the wake. I guess the family has also decided to go over to one of the Aunt's afterward so we all can have a toast to Grandad Mel.

Friday - More work...kinda... MyLuc is headed out with Glamazon for a night of Tower of Power and I'll be heading over to Miss Kitty's (my seamstress) for a new corset. Maybe I'll also work at making my name 1st in all of the Memory Card slots for MarioKart.

Saturday - Dentist appt, maybe I'll attend Eat Vancouver and the the Bachelorette beginning at Boston Pizza. Twelve or so females in a variety of corsets and bodices. I'll try and get some pictures. We'll look fabulous.

Sunday - We're celebrating MyLuc's cousin Shawna's 11th bday. A picnic in the park and happy thoughts. Shawna and her family lived across the street from Grandad Mel and Iris. Shawna was finally getting used to Iris living in the home and she is not taking very well that Grandad Mel isn't coming home.

*phew* busy just a bit.

*HUGE HUGS*

Sincere apologies for not blogging. I've had some tremendous stuff jotted down waiting to be typed for your reading pleasure and it's been put on hold.

We've had a tragedy in the family. MyLuc's grandad Mel passed away Wednesday evening. Monday Grandad Mel had surgery, Tuesday he was doing well, just had to clear up some breathing problems and Wednesday the family was told to attend at the hospital because he was sliding downhill. Wednesday dinnertime MyLuc came home and said things were looking up and at 8 Wednesday evening we got the telephone call.

This is the first death for this family. MyLuc was numb. I was numb. It was shocking. It is shocking.

It's Friday now and MyLuc and his dad and uncle are going to clean out the home where Grandad Mel has been staying. They moved him in at the beginning of the month so that professionals could keep an eye on him and make sure he's taken his meds and is eating properly.

Next Thursday is the Funeral and the wake.

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I moved in with my Grandparents when I was fifteen and out when I was almost nineteen. When Papa Cameron passed away I was in Prince George and a family friend paid for a plane ticket to get me back to Castlegar and then drove me to Trail. His passing was quick. It began at home and ended in Vancouver when he held on until my Gran could be at his side. Being the oldest of 10+ grandkids I took charge and took the little ones out of the house away from grief. Some of them understood what was going on some of them didn't. My memories of that time aren't fond because my Papa's name was mispronounced at the Memorial and I got angry and then we placed this teeny tiny box into the ground and everyone placed carnations on/around it. I did not. I was angry. Papa would not have fit into that teeny tiny box. He was 6'3" and 250+ pounds...the box was like a bakery box. Tiny. During the time following I was horrified to see just how much a key Papa was to the family. It's been almost 10 years and the family only sees each other maybe once a year and that's to see my Gran who is just waiting until her body gets tired enough.

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MyLuc has been so strong and my worry is that I have nothing to do to help him. I know that I'm his fiancee and that being here is helping but the grief that I feel that he won't show because "someone" needs to be strong is scary. We've cried and talked and laughed at stories that we have of Grandad Mel. MyLuc's mom has been telephoning every few hours to let MyLuc know what's going on. It's hard for me because unintentionally he's referring to "I" and not "we". I don't want to be in the way but I want to be there for this family. I can hug. I can listen. I can cry. I can just be there. I don't feel it's enough.

A good friend told me that I was being silly. Being there for MyLuc, holding his hand, hugging him, crying with him. Being there and letting him know that I am here can do so much.

I don't like feeling helpless.

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I just keep thinking that I won't hear "Hello Beautiful Eyes" and hear his raspy laugh as I tell him his Grandson's a goober. I will no longer be squished into a chair beside this Man who gave MyLuc so much. He will no longer laugh at being "trained" to kiss my cheek because it was totally grossing me out when he kissed me goodbye on the lips. I will miss so much Grandad Mel and his really really strong rye and gingerales.

Miss Linds...now you know where MyLuc got his "Drink" making skills from. It's not intentional really...its how he learned.

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Work has been awesome. I let the bosses know and gave my keys to one of the secretaries because I "might" not be in. I telephoned my lawyer and his wife answered. She seemed surprised that I was calling. It was almost 9. She asked if everything was okay and I said no and burst into tears. She immediately called for Tom. He understood. He said take the time to heal. Be there for MyLuc. Take care of each other. "HUGE HUGS" to you both. It was awesome.

Tom telephoned today to make sure I was doing okay. He called at 730 this morning. MyLuc and I were up. We haven't slept that much. Tom wanted to make sure I was coming in on Tuesday. I said yes. I think by Tuesday things will have settled down and perhaps MyLuc will go and stay with his Mom and give her a hand.

Tomorrow we're heading out there, returning on Sunday. It's going to be hard. We will survive.
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*HUGE GINORMOUS HUGS* If'n you've gotten this far. Thank you.

I'm a 4...kinda sorta

Your birth date describes who we are, what we are good at and what our inborn abilities are. It also points to what we have to learn and the challenges we are facing.

To figure out your Birth Number, add all the numbers in the birth Date together, like in the example, until there is only one digit. A Birth Number does not prevent you from being anything you want to be, it will just color your choice differently and give you a little insight.

Example March 20, 1950 3 + 20 + 1950 = 1973 1 + 9 + 7 + 3 = 20 2 + 0 = 2

Keep going until you end up with a single digit number.

2 is the Birth Number to read for the birth date in the example. _________________________________________________________________ #1 THE ORIGINATOR #2 THE PEACEMAKER #3 THE LIFE OF THE PARTY
#4 THE CONSERVATIVE #5 THE NONCONFORMIST #6 THE ROMANTIC
#7 THE INTELLECTUAL #8 THE BIG SHOT #9 THE PERFORMER ===========================================================
# 1 - THE ORIGINATOR

1's are originals. Coming up with new ideas and executing them is natural. Having things their own way is another trait that gets them as being stubborn and arrogant. 1's are extremely honest and do well to learn some diplomacy skills. They like to take the initiative and are often leaders or bosses, as they like to be the best. Being self-employed is definitely helpful for them. Lesson to learn: Others' ideas might be just as good or better and to stay open minded.

Famous 1's: Tom Hanks, Robert Redford, Hulk Hogan, Carol Burnett, Wynona Judd, Nancy Reagan, Raque l Welch.

#2 - THE PEACEMAKER

2's are the born diplomats. They are aware of others' needs and moods and often think of others before themselves. Naturally analytical and very intuitive they don't like to be alone. Friendship and companionship is very important and can lead them to be successful in life, but on the other hand they'd rather be alone than in an uncomfortable relationship. Being naturally shy they should learn to boost their self-esteem and express themselves freely and seize the moment and not put things off.

Famous 2's: President Bill Clinton, Madonna, Whoopee Goldberg, Thomas Edison, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

# 3 - THE LIFE OF THE PARTY

3's are idealists. They are very creative, social, charming, romantic, and easygoing. They start many things, but don't always see them through. They like others to be happy and go to great lengths to achieve it. They are very popular and idealistic. They should learn to see the world from a more realistic point of view.

Famous 3's: Alan Alder, Ann Landers, Bill Cosby, Melanie Griffith, Karen Roundbutt, Salvador Dali, Jodi Foster.

# 4 - THE CONSERVATIVE

4's are sensible and traditional. They like order and routine. They only act when they fully understand what they are expected to do. They like getting their hands dirty and working hard. They are attracted to the outdoors and feel an affinity with nature. They are prepared to wait and can be stubborn and persistent. They should learn to be more flexible and to be nice to themselves.

Famous 4's: Neil Diamond, Margaret Thatcher, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Tina Turner, Paul Hogan, Oprah Winfrey.

# 5 - THE NONCONFORMIST

5's are the explorers. Their natural curiosity, risk taking, and enthusiasm often land them in hot water. They need diversity, and don't like to be stuck in a rut. The whole world is their school and they see a learning possibility in every situation. The questions never stop. They are well advised to look before they take action and make sure they have all the facts before jumping to conclusions.

Famous 5's: Abraham Lincoln, Charlotte Bronte, Jessica Walter, Vincent Van Gogh, Bette Midler, Helen Keller and Mark Hail.

# 6 - THE ROMANTIC

6's are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong family connection is important to them. Their actions influence their decisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are very loyal and make great teachers. They like art or music. They make loyal friends who take the friendship seriously. 6's should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot.

Famous 6's: Albert Einstein, Jane Seymour, John Denver, Meryl Streep,Christopher Columbus, Goldie Hawn.

#7 - THE INTELLECTUAL

7 's are the searchers. Always probing for hidden information, they find it difficult to accept things at face value. Emotions don't sway their decisions. Questioning everything in life, they don't like to be questioned themselves. They're never off to a fast start, and their motto is slow and steady wins the race. They come across as philosophers and being very knowledgeable, and sometimes as loners. They are technically inclined and make great researchers uncovering information. They like secrets. They live in their own world and should learn what is acceptable and what is not in the world at large.

Famous 7's: William Shakespeare, Lucille Ball, Michael Jackson, Joan Baez, Princess Diana.

# 8 - THE BIG SHOT

8's are the problem solvers. They are professional, blunt and to the point, have good judgment and are decisive. They have grand plans and like to live the good life. They take charge of people They viewpeople objectively. They let you know in no uncertain terms that they are the boss!they should learn to exude their decisions on their own needs rather than on what others want.
Famous 8's: Edgar Cayce, Barbara Streisand, George Harrison, Jane Fonda, Pablo Picasso, Aretha Franklin, Nostrodamus.

#9 - THE PERFORMER

9's are natural entertainers. They are very caring and generous, giving away their last dollar to help. With their charm, they have no problem making friends and nobody is a stranger to them. They have so many different personalities that people around them have a hard time understanding them. They are like chameleons, ever changing and blending in. They have tremendous luck, but also can suffer from extremes in fortune and mood. To be successful, they need to build a loving foundation.

Famous 9's: Albert Schweitzer, Shirley MacLaine, Harrison Ford, Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley.

Wake me up before you go go...

But please don't put your cold hand on my nice warm shoulder and say my name too loud...it's not my fault I hit your nose with my head...hard.

Pet Peeves

Just a few I promise:

Going to bed all warm n' snuggly with my fuzzy blanket and waking up to a cold ass/feet/hands/body as you try to "warm up" because you're cold. Start wearing pjs!

Having to contort my body into strange positions because you and the cats are taking up the whole freakin' bed. They are cats for freakin' sake and I don't want to wake them cuz then it opens a whole other can o' worms.

Walking into the kitchen after a shower only to step into coffee grounds that didn't make it into the garbage after your espresso.

Sitting on the skytrain a woman sits in front of me wearing too much perfume and I and the others sitting in that end of the train, open windows and head to the other end and the woman acts like that was her plan all along.

Getting to work and my clean desk is not so much. If you're going to use something, put it back. If you're going to eat all of something, refill it or let me know. Those Maynards cravings are hard to control.

*sigh*

It's Thursday, I woke up thinkin' it was Friday. I dawdled getting showered, getting dressed, getting out to work. I'm here, I'm bloggin', I have too much work to do and I am so unmotivated.

It's a day.

I still have a headache...

It's from lack of sleep though.

I worked late on Friday getting home at 7 to have a dinner of something. I can't recall. Going to bed at nine tho' cuz my ass was draggin'.

Saturday I did six loads of laundry. Yup, six washes and six dries all carried down to the laundry room, from washer to dryer, back upstairs to be folded or hung away...all by myself. MyLuc came up to me afterwards and said why didn't you tell me that you were back up. My response was that he was sitting at his computer, I wasn't quiet, he just didn't want to help or he would have realized. I washed two sets of dishes ... the ones from the night before and MyLuc's breakfast dishes..cuz they were there. He came up to me afterwards and said I didn't have to do them because he dirtied them...whatever. They were dirty there was room in the drainer I washed them. I've realized with respect to apartment stuff that if I pretend he's just a visitor it doesn't make me creep into that black hole of depression when he doesn't give a hand and the anger is fleeting and brief.

Saturday afternoon we attended Beazer's garden party where I introduced MyLuc to Beazer, his wife and two kidlins and we had a very wet walk around the garden and yard. It was pouring. It didn't help that it was the rain that is all misty n' stuff but soaks right through. We stayed for about an hour...sitting in the kitchen by the food outta the rain. One of Beazer's guests brought some coolers and was looking for an opener. I reached for it saying we drink these at home, opened it with my sleeve and handed it back. He looked very surprised. Did I do a faux pas? I also was able to introduce MyLuc to Barb...our ...hmmm...what do I call her. I work with her and she's supposedly retired years ago, this being THE year and she does our closed files. Let's just call her Barb from work. MyLuc also met one of the lawyers who I don't really like and who he described as a "real lawyer you know...one of those skeevy ones". We escaped the garden party without a plant or flowers, for which I was grateful. We aren't garden people but had received an invitation and I wanted MyLuc to meet my work people.

After heading home I loaded up my very rusty bike, which has been upside down on my deck for a year and headed to the bike shop. Next Saturday I am attending a "Learn to Ride your Bike in the City" workshop with my friend Strongarm. She had her bike attended too for $75 and an "undesireable" comment. After walking my bike to the bus stop, loading it into the bus bike rack, riding the bus for about 10 min, unloading my bike and heading to the bike shop the first comment I heard was "ummm...here to buy a new bike". Nope I said, I need this one looked at so I can ride it in .....above. Now the repair guy said, I can oil it but I can't upgrade it. It's about 10 years old, in crap condition and well, you really need a new bike. For $25 he oiled all the pieces that are supposed to move and it's okay for next Saturday but if I'm going to start riding I seriously need to consider a new bike. Okay..maybe next month. So I walked my bike back to the bus stop, onto the bike rack it went and off for the 10 min drive back to my stop where I unloaded it and headed home. Why didn't I ride it you might wonder, I didn't bring my helmet and you can be fined...or so I've heard. I did ride it down our alley and around the corner only to wheel it back to my apartment onto the deck where it awaits next Saturday and it's probably final outing.

After all that adventure I had a nap. For an hour and a half.

Saturday evening MyLuc's sis Laura and her fiancee Brian showed up. We headed off for dinner, with Laura and myself in the lead. Going the wrong direction. MyLuc only piped up when I stopped in front of the restaurant and the name of the restaurant was wrong. I had gone two blocks in the opposite direction. Dinner was awesome. Laura had Lamb Mirakahni (or something like that) which she loved and kept saying I don't like lamb. As usual there was a ton of sauce left over. Brian ended up with the leftovers. Back home we went to a rousing game of MarioKart on the GameCube. MyLuc and I are horrible. We totally lost. Into bed about 1130 wondering about AfterEight and how awesome her party was. Can't wait for the details.

Sunday I came to work. Worked 9-5 with a one hour break in which I met up with Sprout and Robin for lunch at the Keg. I said we might as well make it "The Spot" when they come to town as this was our second time there. I had a french onion soup which cheese grabbed onto the hangy thing in my throat and caused an almost panic in which Sproutnik whispered I think I remember the heimlich and the waiter and hostess coming by to see if I was okay. Very embarssing.

Sunday evening MyLuc made a new dish for dinner and we watched Ultraviolet. I much preferred the one with Charlize Therron (sp?) in Aeon Flux but I love Mila Jovich (sp?) so we watched it. It was very much a CGI flick. To bed at 10 because o'course it's Sunday night.

And now it's Monday, I've been at work since 730 and I'm still here. Beazer is working on his paper, which he is presenting on the 11th and o'course he started it yesterday. Yup, my boss is a procrastinator. Plus he's long winded so I'm approximately 50 pages in and he's still going. My other boss Suz told me today her last day working here is the 26th. This only came about because I had a file question. Her reply, don't worry about it. I'll deal with it after I leave, the clients coming with me. Okay....just wondering is all.

Tomorrow is another day, a day in which I hopefully get off early because I want to and o'course I have an eye doctor appointment at 430.

*HUGE HUGS*

How was your weekend?

I have a headache...

Already for the month of May I have worked almost 12 hours of overtime. Booked almost every weekend and have still not got my laundry done. The pile doesn't really shrink. Colours/clothing changes from the top of the pile but it doesn't shrink. *sigh*

I had a call from Sproutnik this morning, he and his bf Robin are coming into town...and want to hang. That's all good except last night (thurs) I worked til 9 home by 10, tonight I'll be working late, Saturday, hopefully I can attack the laundry and clean a bit before 1 when we're heading to the Beazer's (tee hee...my nick for my boss) for a "garden party" and then home by 7 when we have dinner and mariokart planned for MyLuc's sis and her fiancee. Sunday I'm back at work until 5 then dinner with MyLuc's 'rents and grands at 7 ... they're coming back to the apartment for coffee...and then Sproutnik is leaving at noon on Monday.

When I was talking to Sproutnik he said that he and Robin are coming in for just a quick weekend to get delivery of some furniture and accessories for the Condo. Back in July for two weeks when they'll "toodle" (his word) around and maybe we'll get to hang...only if I'll join them for Pride.

Now I love Pride but I really don't want to participate other than a Drag show and the parade. But that's me.

I love my little bro but sometimes I think he is a little unrealistic. *sigh* Family ... what can you do? Hopefully I'll get to see him but if not...I know that he and Robin will be back in July.

Blogging and Commenting

I just want to know. If I "next blog" or go to the blogs I have bookmarked and make a comment...and it doesn't show...does it mean I've been deleted or that the comment didn't make it through?

Lately I've been reading lots and commenting lots and then going back to reread other peoples comments only to find my comment isn't there.

I've emailed just to see if I'm commenting incorrectly or my comments not showing up but so far no response.

*sigh* I guess I'll remain a lurker...

Itsa Tuesday...I just have to remember to breathe and take things slow. I will be able to look over my desk of files and binders to see the other side...possibly today. Dontcha like it when your lawyer/boss works late and decides to clear his desk and side cupboard. I really really do...that just means that the next morning I am unable to see any part of my desk or side area and just maybe he'll have forgotten to place stuff on my seat so I'll be able to sit and look around at the mass of paper and files and binders and remember that this is my job. *sigh*

On another note...AfterEight came over with her beau who I will probably nickname later...I think L.J. was one of em' eh Linds? We enjoyed a lovely meal of rib eye steak, smashed potatoes and corn followed by a frozen dessert of tiramisu. I'm sure it wasn't meant to be frozed but what can you do. AfterEight made me a Gin and OJ or PantyRemover...ifn' I recall correctly. Golly gee..wowzers...after one I was slurring away and I had only had a cooler. AfterEight had a few more than and we were laughing at the hilarity of it all and it was all good.

We played one game of Killer Bunnies in which the beau kicked my ass. I know I'm a sore loser and I made it quite clear that I was unhappy with a "You Really Really Don't Want To Do That Look" that all girlfriends develop ... didn't faze him at all. He kicked our asses...although he did have help from MyLuc...lots.

We laughed and it was awesome. At one point I commented "You guys must be the same age" cuz it was just weird. I was correct. A few months separate them.

I really can't wait until we all get together again. I will win. I will! And o'course I like having the company.

If I could make a toast it'd be to laughter, friends, family and love...cuz without one of the four life would just not be fun.

*HUGE HUGS*