Ginger Rogers past away late Thursday night. We were having a normal day when she suddenly became very ill. My dad and I rushed her to the vet hospital, but she didn't make it - she died in the car on the way there. It all happened within an hour. She either ate some poison that we didn't know about or severely injured herself, either way her lungs were bleeding out and she choked on a blood clot.
I sobbed with her on the floor as she went through this pain, and held her as long as I could on the drive. I don't know when the horrible images will be erased from my memory. I don't know when I was last so depressed. Everyday is easier, but I hate the way Ginger had to go. I made a commitment to her, I promised I'd always take care of her and that it was me and her from then on out. She was my everyday companion, my future roommate for Denton, my precious Ginger. I loved her very hard.

Seriously.

I'll jazzercise to a remix of Annie Lennox's "Why." Sure.

I'll stay in warrior pose for a cool down to Barry Manilow's "Young at Heart." Absolutely.

But sweating my ass off doing core/ab work while Jessica Simpson is screaming that she is loving angels instead?

That's asking a lot.

Beware: I'm judging down below.

This evening I was checking craigslist listings for furniture to fill my new place. As I was looking at all the things you can post, I decided to see what Waterfront was offering in the men seeking women department. My suspicion was correct in that it was filled with middle aged men basically looking for no-nonsense sex. However I was shocked at how upfront they were with how "hot and sexy" they were and how "hot and sexy" you better be and they were very specific with what they wanted to do to you once you got to their hotel room. I started thinking, I thought no way would a girl post something so boastful and obvious - so I checked it out and this is the first and last one I saw. And I'll never peek again.
I had to erase some, she posted 79 for goodness sake!
(My faves are #20 and #37.)

1. I'm six foot tall
2. I have beautiful long dirty blonde hair.
3. I love wearing jeans and t shirts- but I clean up really well.
4. I can cook- and I don't mind making dinners, or breakfast.
5. I am not a vegan or vegetarian!
6. I love animals- I have a dog.
8. I don't mind if you go out with the boys for fun.
9. I won't get pissed if you look at that chicks tits.
10. I'll point out that girls ass and laugh because my ass is not flat like hers, and you'll agree and stick your hand in my back pocket.
11. Oh yeah I have great tits too.
12. I won't embarrass you in front of your guy friends- and they will all be envious of you- because you have me!
14. On Saturdays we can wash our trucks together...you can have a car I suppose-lol
15. I'll let you squirt me with the water hose and won't get pissed.
16. As long as you don't get pissed when I hurl a soapy sponge at your head.
17. After we clean our vehicles- we can clean each other up.
18. I won't force you to watch a chick movie.
19. I won't bitch if you watch sports, as long as I can steal kisses from you during commercials. 20. I smell real good.
21. My legs are always shaved.
22. So are a few other things.
23. I like fishing
24. I like camping.
25. I don't know how to hunt- but would like to learn and could keep quite. Shh!
26. I drive with my windows down and sing to the radio.
27. I sometimes sing in the shower.
28. I give a mean back rub.
29. I like stubble on a man every once in a while.
30. I can keep a secret.
31. I'll write you little love notes and hide them for you to find through out the day.
32. I'll fit just right in your arms.
33. You won't be able to resist my pout.
34. I'll answer the door naked.
36. I love sex as much as you do!
37. I'll make out with you in H-E-B.
38. I'll whisper sweet nothings in your ear.
41. I won't break your heart.
42. I appreciate the little things.
43. Your family will adore me.
46. I don't snore.
47. I love beer.
49. I know CPR and first aid- so I can doctor your bumps and bruises.
50. A man that can work with his hands is HOT.
51. I can change a flat tire.
52. I'll bring you water when your doing something outside and offer to help.
53. I'll check out your butt when you bend over and whistle.
54. I look good in a tank top.
55. I love the beach
56. I'll make you a mixed Cd
57. It won't be cheesy.
58. You'll actually want me to make you another one.
59. I'll understand if you have to work late
60. I'll be waiting for you when you get off.
64. I'm not dainty.
65. I'm not a bean pole- I'm not a fat ass either.
66. I like older men
67. I like men my age
68. I like men in between.
69. please don't have girly hands or long nails- eww.
70. I don't do drugs.
71. I cuss a little bit too.
72. I am a christian- just not a perfect one.
78. I won't disappoint you!
79. did i mention I have a dazzling smile and award winning personality?

new word for the day, compliments of BK

cull
–verb (used with object)
1. to choose; select; pick.
2. to gather the choice things or parts from.
3. to collect; gather; pluck.
–noun
4. act of culling.
5. something culled, esp. something picked out and put aside as inferior.

Culling is something we do to an assortment of things in our lives.
The visual BK gave me was that a farmer culls his tomatoes. He goes through the harvest and separates them, ones that are not appealing on the exterior or won't last a travel - he'll give to his friends/neighbors. Some will be just right to send to the market to sell. Some are so big they will go bad before they ripen. He separates them into different baskets and then decides which ones will earn him that blue ribbon.
So, as I go along figuring out what I want my life to look like and taking steps to accomplishing that, I'm culling.

I'm also going to try to use that word 5 times before April Showers turn to May flowers.

I'm going to do something I've never done before

. . . talk about American Idol. I haven't "gotten into it" in quite sometime because I personally feel it has gotten jaded or strayed from the innocence of that first season where America was glued to the television in amazement of this animal of entertainment. Remember Movie Soundtrack night? I wouldn't say I'm "into it" like I was with Kelly or Clay, it's there and it's entertaining - but I'm not routing for someone ( but there are people I dislike.)
I started watching this season because I'm around junior highers, they talk about it during stretch time at Jazzercise and my best gal pals talk about it. Now, what I'd like to speak on is the ladies at Jazzercise and their love for the Idol. They're all avid watchers, but one lady in particular really loves it. She's this really sweet older woman who sports cute matching workout clothes, is front and center position every afternoon - and p.s. she is doing push-ups, most of the time better than the rest of us. She really loves the Idol, has gotten emotionally upset for a whole day (she said) over the cast-offs, and always knows the theme of the week - which I appreciate.
Here's what I'm pissed about: She looks forward to Tuesday night every week, she loves being entertained and obviously wants one of her favorites to win. It saddens me that people can't just let her have her joy. They've gotta eff with it and follow Howard Stern or whoever is voting for the worst, because they hate American Idol and want to watch it crumble. They probably also hate McDonald's and Starbucks and blah blah blah.
American Idol was never going to last forever, just like variety shows didn't and even my beloved Grey's Anatomy won't. Things have their moment and they die or fade out.
I really thought about it today (obviously) and it upset me that people are messing with so many people's joy. It's like if General Hospital suddenly decided to turn into a joke like Passions or Days of Our Lives, I would be devastated.
She seems really upset by it and I empathized with her today. So for all of those out there that have nothing better to do with your time or nothing better to focus your attention on, change the channel you lazy effers.

An ode and a name change.

Today is Blondie's birthday. (happy birthday!!) In honor of his 25 years of brilliance, I'm upgrading his name to Sunkist. He does soothe me like a crisp orange soda, however that isn't why it's Sunkist. He is Sunkist because he will always be cemented in my brain as a golden Greek god in white board shorts, who is always sun kissed.

An Ode to Sunkist

- special moments-

The morning rides and unloads from the Carlise

Logan's and Jurassic Park 3

Shalamar, the fruit salad that took 2 hours, only to have me ruin it with too much lemon

That hot summer day we had to sit in our undies because "the ac was broken?"

Alexis and the red power suit

Chicken Breasts

The first night Robbie came over

Monday nights after Chicago with Jared and Icehouse

Going through the Wicked Witch's closet and "drawer"

Making Bre a cake out of peanut butter, oreos and bananas

Halloween I and Halloween II

Throwing Parties

Leaving Parties

Wishbone the pregnant cat

The summer you saved my feet and moved us - all in one night

Nautical

Art/Black n White

70's

The never ending creativity

Ah, my never ending love

for you Sunkist

Happy Birthday N!!!

love,

polly pocket

My heart is a little broken

I was the pike house princess.

Life is oh so good

Today is the first day of my break, not really sure what I'm breaking from, but ever since I got back from Spring Break I have been a'goin and my to do list has been important and everlasting.
I did my last big to do yesterday so now I can just glide through for a while. My to do list now consists of returning things, buying presents and clipping recipes - dreamy. Friday's my big housewife day and I am oh so excited.
I also just love spring right now. I wanna spring clean my whole life and soak up every second that it is eighty outside.
Peace and happiness in brightly colored clothing.

Austin Reunion Spring 2007!!!

What a wonderful Easter weekend I was blessed with. I feel almost like I've been lost in a black hole or a twilight zone for the past 4 days. It blows my mind to think that I just spent the weekend with Bre, Amelia and even a little Leia. It blows my mind that the four of us ran around the theatre building while Much Ado was rehearsing, and most of all it blows my mind that come next Friday Dr. Ney is going sit in his office because four students signed up "to talk" and no one is going to show. He'll go look at the sign up sheet to double check and realize that Susan, Bre, Amelia and Leia no longer are enrolled. It also blows my mind that the four of us sat down and had dinner at little ole place called Valentino's, and then drove by the Pike house.
It was a fantastic feeling being with those girls again, it revitalized me and sent me out into the world being reminded of who we were and where we've come from.
I had the best food in my life, the hardest laughs I've had in a very long time and I got something I can't explain - but I needed it and I'm grateful.
Where my girls at.

School Boy

Ok, I've been doubting/denying for a while now - but it's official. I am being flirted with. It's turned from a lovely hello in the morning to figuring out what room I'm in and calling me during the day for silly reasons and sending attendance kids back to my room with notes.
He got pretty blatant today on the phone. It's a strange thing to me though because he's like Mr. Gold's Gym, sneakers with Polo's and all, long eyelashes to contribute to some pretty sexy eyes. But he probably guzzles Rockstars and chomps on Cornnuts all day, and then takes shirtless pictures of himself for myspace.
However, he's entertaining me for the moment cause he does really make me laugh.

Early Registration

Not everyone does it, I always did though - never understood why you wouldn't. Today was my day, grad kids get to go first, I love being on top of my shit. That's what I am, on top of shit and wickedly organized, and I like it that way.
So I'm easing my way back into the theatre game, all while taking classes required or beneficial to my future. And check out my dreamsicle schedule:
Theatre in Performance: Log 40 hours in rehearsal during the semester.
Theatre History I: Tues. 6-9pm
Adv. Scene Design: MW 9:30-10:50
Make-Up: MW 11-12:20

I think it sounds fantastic.