JAN 08 ARCHIVES

5:31 PM 1/7/2008

hallelujah, i'm finally on the mend from cold #2, no thanks to my @#(*%&! worthless immune system. i spent my 26th birthday partially deaf and drowning in mucus. no, i don't care if you didn't want to know that, this is my page and you're lucky i don't talk about grosser things. anyways, i owe a big thank you to everybody who managed to break through my self-imposed quarantine and wish me happy birthday. my sister took me to glen ivy, we had brunch at chez melange, and you guys sent me flowers and lots ofchocolate, which is awesome because what girl doesn't love flowers and chocolate? (answer: a weird one). i also appreciated the multiple serenades, from jack's version at seven something in the morning to lynn's world record for shortest rendition of the birthday song ever - it sounded something like, "happybirthdaytoyouhappybirthdaydearconnietoyou." my birthday is the only day lynn willingly sings (while sober), so it was very special and almost brought tears to my eyes. in any case, it turned out to be a decent day towards the end, and nowhere near as awful as the disastrous 19th birthday spent on a bus in laughlin, nevada. it was truly a miracle that i didn't come back pregnant and addicted to meth.



new year's eve.



i'm not sure how i ended up being the only dork with the tiara in this picture. matt looks pretty good for being pretty drunk.



lame old keri, who came after midnight. lynn's in different clothes because she got sprayed in champagne (again).



go ahead and laugh, this game is hopelessly addicting. i'm pretty bad on the drums though.



lynn, standing behind the obnoxious balloon she bought for me - HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS! i love this girl.



this is what fifty bucks worth of fancy chocolate looks like, courtesy of yumi. YUM.

ok, that's all the pictures i have for now. hope you guys all had a fabulous start to 2008. mine could have been a little bit better but i have learned my lesson and will be a little more diligent about NOT hanging around people with cooties for an extended period of time. update more in a few days. later, everybody.

12:34 AM 1/14/2008

THINGS I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO TODAY:

1. take brady to the range. practice. try not to suck.

2. go shopping to find a new purse to match the new ferragamo slingbacks i bought yesterday.

3. work. UGH.

4. sort out finances. follow up on $551 cell phone bill (that's two months in a row my bill was over $500. ouch).

5. see trainer at five. sign up for more sessions of abuse. immediately regret decision.

6. buy new underwear. make mental note NOT to throw nice lacy unmentionables in the dryer again. idiot.

7. get nails done. AFTER going to the range.

8. work more. woe is me.

9. plan out how to survive the next four years of busy season.

10. sleep before one.

it's an exciting life, i tell you. speaking of exciting, check out Version 5 of Project Skinny. i am swearing off all soda and fried foods for the next couple of months. today i came to the depressing realization that donuts count as fried foods too. DAMMIT. obviously i didn't think this one through very well.

so i went to the range for the first time in months earlier today, and one of the new guys there sold me two big targets but forgot to give me the smaller free ones. i went back out a few minutes later to ask for a couple small ones, and he asked, in all seriousness, "what do you need them for? you do know they're harder to hit, right?" i was slightly offended, but i laughed and said, "yeah, that's sort of the point, 'cause how else am i gonna get better?" the reply earned me an "atta girl!" from one of the other men standing nearby, which i thought was amusing. anyway, the dude reluctantly gave me two small ones (along with a condescending "have fun") and i went back in. my first hundred rounds weren't too horrible, and when i turned around to throw the empty ammo box away, i saw the new guy standing at the window, watching me shoot. his buddy next to him gave me a big thumbs up and mouthed, "good job." of course, my next hundred rounds were a mess, which i guess is the range gods' way of saying, "HAHA, YOU STILL SUCK!"

in addition to my rapidly deteriorating shooting, i was further irritated by a korean couple a few lanes next to me - the guy was a wannabe thugsta and his girlfriend was a flat-out hoochie mama. he was bragging about getting his utah ccw permit and carrying his gun around the venetian, saying stuff like, "yeah, like i was walking around with this huge, obvious bulge where the gun was and nobody on the casino floor tried to stop me!" you know, the only men who talk like that are the ones who are clearly missing a more important, huge bulge elsewhere (if you catch my drift).

anyway, i went about my business until i caught hoochie mama girlfriend, clutching her tacky, cheapass gucci bag from 2 seasons ago, giving my new and totally AWESOME range bag a look of disgust. look, i usually could care less what other people carry (meaning, i don't give ugly purses or their owners the evil eye just because they're hideous), but the second somebody looks at me or my bags like that, IT'S ON!!! my YSL bag was in the trunk of my car, and i was tempted to go outside and retrieve it in order to show her what a REAL nice bag looks like. fortunately, i stopped myself before completely reverting to third-grader mentality.

all right, i need to sleep, no more screwing around. sorry this update wasn't more exciting. go look at the pretty pictures below. have a fabulous week, everybody!

double Y's! anybody who wins the lottery in the next 60 days is obligated to buy this bag for me.



the new ferragamo shoes. now i just need to find some event to wear them to.



11:27 PM 1/21/2008

look what i saw on my way to work this morning:



i nearly killed myself trying to take this picture. it was worth it though, just to be able to share this beautiful sight with you. no, not the rainbow, genius - i'm talking about the non-existent traffic on the 110 north!

i saw my trainer yesterday. ten minutes into the workout, i was dying. i was kind of hoping that i would go numb after a half-hour, but it only got worse. my favorite part was when he got down next to me on the floor while i was doing push ups and bellowed out, drill sergeant style, "OH MY, ARE YOU DRIPPING SWEAT ONTO MY FLOOR ALREADY?!? WE AIN'T EVEN DONE WARMING UP YET!" i started laughing and it made the push ups even harder to do. one day in the near future when i am super buff i am going to come back and kick my trainer's ass. of course, until then, he'll kick mine.

let's see, what else....i saw cloverfield friday night and thought it was pretty good. i guess the guy next to me wasn't impressed by the ending though, because when the movie ended in silence, the entire theater heard him go, "man, that sh*t was wack." haha. a minute later he announced, "that's why everybody's gotta own automatic guns." i gotta say, sometimes the people at the theaters end up being way more entertaining than the actual movies themselves. like the time i went to see the ring and some super macho man behind me started shrieking "AWWW HELLLL NAWWWWWW!" over and over again when samara came crawling out of the TV. i'll admit to screaming like a banshee myself, but i'd like to think that i could somehow manage to keep my mouth shut if i were a buff black dude with a hot date on my arm. anyways, lynn and i got to the movies kinda early and managed to kill 20 minutes (and four dollars) playing police academy, the video game. we failed to make it to lieutenant, which was rather disappointing. next week i'm gonna take a whole roll of quarters and get to captain. then i'm gonna put it on my resume. speaking of cops, jack offered to throw in a free session of police brutality to the loser of Project Skinny, complete with pepper spraying and a baton beatdown. uh, i think we're going to have to pass. "don't tase me, bro!"

all right, i guess that's it. i have been on a shoe buying rampage lately and am seriously contemplating getting the new YSL bag, which only means one thing: BUSY SEASON IS COMING. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! my only justification is this: if i'm gonna get stuck working 13+ hour days, i might as well look good doing it. after all, it's not like i have a social life to dress up for or anything. haha. later, kids.

11:02 PM 1/31/2008

ok, the deadbeat webpage updater is back. briefly. i've been in vegas for the past week, working and having a good amount of fun. it's been an awesome trip so far, filled with visits to more than 8 casinos, really good food and lots of window shopping. but i'll go into more details later, when i have a little more time. by the way, i've seen two additional rainbows since the last post (one in vegas!), which either means that (1) i'm gonna find my pot of gold soon (they're after me lucky charms!), or (2) rain is following me everywhere. i'm guessing it's the latter. this weather is totally wacky.



beautiful!



i very nearly killed myself AGAIN while taking this shot, but i just had to have a picture of the double rainbows.



uh, this was the emergency weather warning the night before i left.



rainbow shot from the wynn. check out the tacky trump hotel - it's a freakin' eyesore.

all right, i'm tired. i broke even in blackjack sunday night and then went downstairs to play again last night and won $100. that'll buy me a handle of a new purse. muahahaha. i'm out. later kids.