Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
7. the day we created the title A.F.P.W. via computer chat during lunch.
8. KitKat's bachelorette/wedding
9. campouts in the LJ's trailor. always always involving frozen lime green kool-aid.
10. lunch in high school. just us at a lonely table.
to this day we are still friends. i value them immensely. they have known me since the beginning. through elementary, middle and high school, through college and our young adult years. we have been through it all together, and we were able to spend our adolescence together. we have all changed, living in separate cities, doing different things, but we still remain very close. i am proud that we share something that growing up in a small town gave us, something few are lucky enough to possess: the ability to say "we have been friends forever."
i love you Ls. you'll always have a spesh place in my heart of hearts.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
she was pink, black and grey, Dakine brand, with netting pockets on the outsides and a buckle across the boobies. and she was a mini backpack. perfect for the little things.
My Backpack Staples:
1. Party Cam (aka camera with pink rhinestones around the screen ((now in the care of Sam)) i earned junior year in college by cleaning the garage with my dad. bullghhh)
3. snack (i.e. cheese crackers, lollipops, heck sometimes a cheese sandwich if it was going to be a long night)
4. lip gloss
5. Crazylegs' I.D.
6. cash (usually amounting to 5 dollars or less)
7. sand (she came to hawaii with me a couple of times)
8. good spritis
9. a cap to a bottle from the first 6 pack of hornsbys that Crazylegs and i shared together. i'm not sure why i kept that...
10. blistex chapstick in fruit expressions- mixed berry
11. kotex regular tampon (ya never know)
mostly she was a party pal. in this picture (with KKiss. nevermind the word "LOST" written on my chest. that's a different story for a different day), she stood by me when i stole a giant slab of marble from a frat in the pullminican republic; it was the marker to hole 18 from some unnamed golf course. i woke up wondering how the hell i even got it in My Backpack. she was somewhat magic i think, akin to Mary Poppins' bag. anyway, i never returned the marble slab, and it became quite a nice shoemat for Sam's winter boots.
but other times she would be my trusty class friend; carrying a Bronte novel, a notebook, a few pens...in scarier times she would carry that damn 68 pound science book. she even carried my ballet, tap and jazz shoes for dance class. she was with me when i got my student I.D. card photo taken (see below)
this night. oooh this was a night to remember. 40s night. and i don't mean the era. My Backpack held orange juice to put in the 40s. that's Crazylegs, me, Juelz Santana and friend Meg. it was April 20 2007.
And who could forget AROUND THE WORLD?! the seniors in orange and My Backpack had a croissant in it. and a hot pink shot glass. Crazylegs, Juelz Santana, KBarth, me and The Black Dahlia.
this was the night The Black Dahlia decided to go out wearing a red Marlboro sweatshirt and sweatpants. and Crazylegs carried around a travel coffee mug all night. in My Backpack: pink nalgene bottle (filled with sparks) with my name and a Cinderella sticker on it.
you see, My Backpack isn't just a backpack. she is reliable, sturdy and magicked. she is brave and wise. she kept me together even through the craziest of college memories. she's been to europe, dsineyland, hawaii, costa rica and idaho.
and she's always got my back.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
he is just so noble and majestic looking. wise and old. good boy.
Jack was a puppy when we brought him home. his mother was a golden retriever and his father a lab. we already had a black cocker spaniel Bo at home and the two became fast friends. partners in crime, if you will. Jack would knock the garbage can over and the two would demolish its contents. (the first time this garbage thing happened was also the first time my sisters CA and MM heard mom say The F Word)
Jack ripped up the sprinkler system, he brought Dead Bunny #2 back, and he would swim in the river, getting wet and dirty and muddy. he was a verrrry naughty puppy.
then one day he disappeared. just vanished. us kids were devastated. we made posters and put ads in the paper. no Jack. my mom always recalls thinking, "well i hope he's not dead in a ditch somewhere, but i'm really not that sad." she was glad to be rid of a bad dogg.
well a couple of years went by and Bo was back to being King Pig of the House, the lone ranger. one late spring evening our family went on a walk. as we were going, a giant fat fat yellow dog and another black and white dog came up to us and the yellow one jumped on us and was licking us and being very friendly. my sisters and i yelled "IT'S JACK! HE'S BACK!" but my parents deemed the thought impossible. nevertheless the two dogs followed us home. Bo King Pig of the House even let the yellow dog drink out if his water bowl. but not the other black and white dog. Bo King Pig of the House would growl and bark at the black and white dog. eventually he went home. the yellow dog would come when we would call "Jack" but my parents were skeptical. the yellow dog just....well....he just stayed and never left again.
after a few weeks of hanging around, we all finally agreed that he was Jack. what a story! puppy disappears for 2 years then returns! and the craziest thing? he was a very well behaved dog. it's like he went off to boot camp or something.
although he and Bo King Pig of the House did occasionally cause mom to use The F Word (i.e. garbage can surfing). Jack also loved to help himself to anything in reach on the kitchen counter. He ate a few birthday cakes which i assume he regretted from the nasty gas coming out from his behind each time. his farts were silent and deadly.
he also never ever pooped in the house unless he was desperate. and even so, we would make the nicest neatest piles of shit you have ever seen in life. in corners. it was like he had to climb up the wall to get them in just the right spot. and when dad would get home and call Jack into the room with the poop in a stern voice, Jack would not ever come. he would turn and walk the other way with his tail between his legs. we all couldn't help but laugh.
and every school day at promptly 3:30, Jack would be sitting at the end of the road waiting for us to get off the bus. a couple of times he even got on the bus. and he would walk with us home, until he hit the driveway, then he would sprint on down. sometimes Bo King Pig of the House would join him, but we could count on Jack being there every single day, monday through friday.
he also became my mom's running buddy. he loved to run! and my mom loved to run with him. he would go for miles with her.
i also ran over poor Jack once. his leg. and a patch of fur stuck to the pavement. he was bald there for the rest of his life. sorry buddy.
he lived a good long life, and he was a good friend. he loved sleepovers and cake. laying in the sun and running. eating garbage and swimming in the river. and we loved him.
R.I.P Jackie Boy.
Monday, April 20, 2009
and you know when you're traveling alone, you sometimes get a little panicky because you don't have someone to help you along the way in case you slip up. well, i was a little uneasy and was also anxious to see Sam, and when i got in the security line i realized how stupid my outfit was. i mean, the boots are hard to get on and off, i have to take off my jacket and my sweater and my scarf. i have to take out my laptop from the case. then i have to take the baggie of liquids out of my carry-on. then i walk through the metal detector and it goes off because of the necklace i'm wearing. and everyones getting all huffy because i'm slow, and i'm feeling the stares and i start sweating profusely, like my armpits are very very damp. and my brow is even moist. and i'm just walking around in my argyle socks. it's just not how i enjoy spending my precious time on earth. thankfully i made it out alive. but i have one boot on, i'm carrying my laptop in my arms and my scarf is hanging by a thread around my neck. littttttle haggard.
so i sit and gather my bearings just a little. then i head to the burger king for a nice whopper jr with cheese no patty. what happened? what ALWAYS happens? asian tour group of 50 cuts you off and beats you to the line. so you're stuck with a crappy airport fruit cup. arg. you choke down the crap fruit and then have to go the bathroom. but you're alone. so you have to trek all your shiz to the bathroom, pull it all into the stall with you and thus sit on the toilet with your nose touching your suitcase because there isn't any room. and end up having to set your purse on the ground with poop germs because there is no purse hook in your stall.
and when you get on the plane you're never sitting next to the curiously cute person of the opposite sex. no, you are stuck between the fattest mofo on the plane and the man with a handlebar mustache. then you silently curse yourself for not choosing a window seat online. then you sit while the pilot has a sandwich and it's either stifling hot or colder than a witch's tit in a cast iron bra. so you fiddle around with your air thing. then you realize you left your people magazine on top of the toilet paper dispenser in the airport bathroom so you flip through sky mall, briefly consider buying the cat genie before realizing how dumb that sounds then you close your eyes for a nap. wake up, A.) with handlebar moustache in your mouth, B.) your head on obese mofo's shoulder or C.) your head hung low with drool on your jeans (or in my case drool on my bare naked legs because i was wearing shorts)
you arrive, call your ride 4 times because they are circling around the airport trying to find you, and you're standing outside just dying to get the eff away from the airport, and she finally spots you, and you pee your pants for 2 reasons: 1.) because you're really excited to see your bff, and 2.) because you really have to go. and WILL NOT endure round 2 of the hauling of the luggage/getting poop germs on your purse, forgetting your people magazine, etc etc etc.
flying is much better with a buddy.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
M on Bike
our apartment in hungary was ENORMOUS! it was really roomy. it even had a washing machine and dryer...excepet that it didn't work. and lord knows we SEROIUSLY needed to wash our clothes at this point. smelly dog clothes. so i washed them by hand with soap and water like a pilgrim. awwwwfulllllll
me in the natural healing water!
best. gnocchi. ever. in. life.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
this morning i woke up at 4:40 am so i could take Rah and Nebular to the airport (they are going to Hawaii to look at wedding venues...how's life for them?) i rolled out of bed in my green PJ bottoms and navy blue "ZAGS FOR LIFE" t-shirt at 4:40 and was out the door by 4:43. i got into my car and starting driving out of Spring Creek Community (where we live) and i stop at The Gate. you see, The Gate is supposed to sense a car and open automatically. well that never happens. you practically have to ram into The Gate so it knows you're waiting for it. this morning at 4:45, however, The Gate was like stupidly drunk because it didn't sense me even when i was inches away. so i backed up my car, opened my door, ran around to the other side of the gate, pressed in the code and made a run for it back to my car.
now, my mom says there are 2 kinds of people in this world; those who appreciate La-z-boys and those who despise them. i think there are a different 2 kinds of people in this world; those who succeed under pressure and those who fail miserably. i am the second. but i wasn't remembering my usual disappointment in myself under pressure this morning. no, it didn't even cross my mind. as i made the "run for it" back to my car, i realized that i hadn't backed my car up far enough out of The Gate's way. i thought to myself, "well self, you can prove yourself wrong today by making it back to the car in time to shove it into reverse and allow The Gate to swing fully open without getting in its way. well, as usual, i FAILED at life. i got to my car at a surprisingly fast rate, jumped in......went to grab the gear shifter.....and....FUMBLED. i fumbled. for about 3 whole seconds.
what happened? WHAT HAPPENED?!?!?!?! The (EFFING) Gate hit my car. right on the nose. and it stuck open. i backed my car up, The Gate was stuck. dammit. well there was a tiny little open space to get my car through so i drove right on over the beauty bark, barely skimmed a tree and made it out. but seriously. this all happened before the sun came up.
by now i was late so i sped to Rah and Neb's house, thinking to myself, "i realllly hope the landlord doesn't have a camera to catch a crazy in her green PJs running around The Gate before sunrise." but honestly, if The Gate was working properly it never would have happened. well, i got back home after dropping them off, and The Gate was still in its same spot. stuck open and awkward. so i pressed the code...and it worked! it opened then shut quite nicely after i had passed through.
remember that little note about Cleo's poo-poo that my landlord left on my door? well now it's my turn construct the perfect little note to leave on her door:
1. Lacey, (that's her name. of course.) The Gate is a piece of shit. a shit that is worse than any of my dog's. you might want to clean it up.
2. Lacey, The Gate is f$%*ing broken. FIX IT BITCH!!!
3. Lacey, The Gate is dysfunctional. it will not open when it is supposed to. it caused quite a ruckus this morning before sunrise.
which one should i choose? 1, 2 or 3? you decide.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
if ya feel like having an Easter laugh....
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Taking a break from hiking at the zoo
Me and a Lemur in one of the open areas at the zoo
just annoyed with JJ
soon to be Hansens!
a common phrase Crazylegs and i used on this trip: "HOLY SHIT my backpack weighs as much as shaq!!!!!!"
never got that gondola ride. Crazylegs and JJ who have both been to venice before: "that's stoooooooopid. we don't want to do that." thanks, guys, thanks.
waiting at the train station in Venice for JJ
JJ IS HERE!!!!!
San Marco Square: Legs about to crush under the pressure of hideous backpacks
Grumps. San Marco with JJ.nice tshirt you tourist.
Just gettin a classic disney photo. frenchie girl gettin in our way
BFFs and peach wine on the beach!
June 2, 2008
hi!!!! we found an internet cafe in paris but the keyboard is reqlly different so hopefully you can figure out whar this email even says
we are having a lot of fun::: we got really tired and frustrated on our trek from london to ^ paris but the first thing ze saw qhen ze got off hte subway wqs the eiffel tower::: it waz really amazing!:: yesterday we went on a tour of the city then saw the eiffel tower light show at night: today we went to the louvre museum where aphrodite and the mona lisa reside:::i still cant figure outo why the ,ona lisa is the greatest painting in the zorld, it was small and she's kind of ugly: hahaha
everyone is pretty rude here; just like they say: we got called 'leetle bitches,' and most of the time as soon as we speak, people are snobby: our tour guide rolled his eyes when we told him we were going to disney in paris: but then he got nutella on his crisp white tshirt and i laughed he got really mad: jerk deserved it.
also last night (we are tryong to save money) we stole bread from our hotel: so gross: we zere afraid ze were going to get cqught: then we watched pirates of the cqribbean in french: it wasnt very good in french:
i reqlly like paris: except the crabby people: it kind of smells like pee here but it really is a bequtiful city:
tomorrow is disney:::::::!::
also i called sprint and they told me i cant text internationally. and before they told me i could. liars*::
and we have to cut our cannes trip short and booked a last minute hostel in venice on the night of the 10th becquse the train to venice fro,m cannes is 8 hours and we wouldnt hqve gotten there in time for the croaita boat if we left the 11th. monica is mad at ,e oops too bad
i ,iss you ill call when i can**
so,e days i want to co,e home but ,ostly im having fun!!:::
something you have to understand about me and monica (sorry, had to reveal your identity Crazylegs): we are the best of friends, but we are somehow able to piss each other off better than anyone else either of us knows. when we fight, ooooh, we fight. but we always make up. because that is what friends do.
that GOD FORSAKEN keyboard was literally impossible. the comma was where the "m" was supposed to be, the "q" was where the "a" was supposed to be, and i couldn't find the period or the exclamation point. it was so frustrating.
we ate a french restaurant that was supposed to be nice. 3 course meal. we didn't know what to order for dessert and the waiter suggested the strawberries. it was a bowl of jam. nasssssty. we called it STRAWBERRY SOUP! (our fave joke from the trip.)
something i forgot to include in my email: while on our tour of Paris, we were let off the bust at this little crowded market. there was an old woman in an apron standing on a wooden box bahh-ing like a goat. she was holding little toothpicks with cheese samples on them. Crazylegs and i live for cheese--especially the rare and delicious goat cheese. we got a sample from the old woman who bahh-ed in our faces some more. we were so excited about the sample. then as soon as it hit our tounges, we nearly spat it out. "ew," said Crazylegs, "it tastes like the inside of a goat." hahahahahha it was the most appalling cheese ever. and we had to endure the aftertaste in our mouths for the rest of the tour.
i also didn't describe our breif encounter with London. when our plane landed at Heathrow i had a MASSIVE panic attack. i was really lucky to have the seat next to me open (Crazylegs was in first class international, with a blanket and sleeping mask, dirty biotch). we landed and i turned on my phone and i freaked out because there wasn't any service. i started hyperventilating because i felt completely cut off from America. it was a scary feeling. anyway, i messed with the phone, and finally figured it out. i called JJ and started crying. i think i said, "i hate it here i want to come home." i'm such a big baby. this was all before i even got off the plane.
we were in London for a day and a half. saw Sex and the City (12 pounds for one ticket, meaning 24 dollars for a matinee! but totally worth it). my internal clock was all messed up and i wasn't hungry until after 24 hours of being there. our beds had dirty sheets so we slept on towels and i started to really regret taking the trip. Crazylegs went a bit crazy and said she might just stay in Europe after the trip instead of going home. she didn't. phew. the street fashion was phenom, and the red phone booths were a blast!
Me and Mona. didn't know i had a bird living in my hair.
Sphinxy at the Louvre
Just being funny at the Louvre Museum
Being a hunchback at Notre Dame
Had to be cliche with The Eiffel Tower!
Me and Crazylegs where we tasted the inside of a goat