Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in quincysgirl's LiveJournal:

Thursday, November 17th, 2005
8:13 pm	wow, it's been a long time So, it's been so long I don't even really know where to begin. I really don't even have any really good rants. A lot of stuff was happening that's almost been taken care of by now, so there's no reason even to get into all of that. I just realized (about an hour ago) that i'm OFFICIALLY 23 1/2 years old. Today was my half birthday. Go me. But it kinda sucks, in a way. I'm officially closer to 24 than i am to 23. That means I'm closer to being in my "mid" twenties than my "early" twenties. When my sister was this age, was married and had an infant daughter. All i have to show for my many years is two bachelor degrees, two four legged, feline daughters, and a boy i've been dating for almost three years. I'm still in school, and even though technically i only have two years left (this semester is winding down quicker than i'd like, i think), but the way i look at it, there's no end in sight. We went to clairmont camera today - which is a camera rental company out here in LA, and i realized how badly i really, really want to be a filmmaker. It's something that i GET. I don't get math, i hate business, but i get film. I love writing it. I love editing it. I love photographing it. I love directing it. I love adding sound to it. Can i really acheive this dream of mine? Can i really be a filmmaker? And if i am, will have i have to throw away my dreams of a marriage and a family before i'm 28 and time with my kids and weekend getaways with my husband - all the things that still really matter to me? And all this comes to mind just cause today was my 23rd and a half birthday. Yay. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 1st, 2005
1:40 pm	hooray for work!! So i just got out of work early. and i'm still getting paid, which is nice. i love holiday weekends!!! anyway, i just noticed that i have no idea who reads my lj. i have a feeling a few people do, but no one comments or even pretends to be interested. (*sniffle sniffle*). ... (*giggle giggle*) okay, i'm in a wierd mood right now. i should get up and go clean my apartment - it's getting messy. but i don't really care. i mean, i do, but not enough to want to do something about it. i'm going to try and cut and paste those pics i mentioned last night on my lj - they're truly awesome. i don't know if it's just me saying that, cause photography and cinematography are like, the only forms of art i'm good at and therefore appreciate to the utmost extent, or if everyone will like them. hmmm... seems like they can't be copied and pasted here. at least not by me. this may have something to do with the bagillion copyright laws i'd prolly be breaking. but they're awesome. if you want to see them, i'll forward them to you. they're in my email. okay, i've guilt-tripped myself into going to clean up my den and living room. happy 4th. early. either way, happy 1st!! Current Mood: devious Current Music: the veggietales theme (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, June 30th, 2005
9:16 pm	just some things.. i know it's been awhile Okay, so i've decided that guys wearing wedding rings are hot. i mean, really. i never really thought about it too much - my dad never wears his ring, something about a phobia since he got his ring caught in a car door or something and it pulled all the skin on his finger off (yeah, that'd do it for me too) - but guys, it's really hot. (this has nothing to do with my marital status - or lack thereof - , i promise. i just took a look at the best pictures of 2004, and i mean, really - they're awesome. one of them is of a teeny baby's arms wrapped around his daddy's hand. the left hand. the one with the ring. it is SOO HOT. not like make me drool kinda hot, more like, holy cow that guy is amazing kind of hot. that may be kinda wierd to focus on, but i mean, this is where i have to hand it to dave - i love you, torsty - i read in his livejournal he wants to be a daddy. that kind of love is so strong it almost makes me want to cry. okay, who am i kidding, it DOES make me cry. but so did Hitch, so i'll hush about that. (Hitch is funny. and Sad. sadly funny. i dunno) anyway, back to the guys with wedding rings are hot thing. in today's society (according to most of Quincy's men's magazines i read while lounging at his place) guys are more in to, well, scoring than with long term, committed relationships. i even read a RIDICULOUS article about how one guy is proposing (no pun intended) a three year contractual marriage, changing the "till death do us part" to "for at least three years" because guys are so scared of committment. the article was so stupid i wanted to burn it. but it was quincy's, and i'm not really a pyro. but anyway, the fact still remains that when i see a guy committed to a long term, serious relationship, it gets me all mushy inside. like tre. he's a daddy times two. he and my sister wanted little munchkins, and it's so cute to see him playing with bradley and braden. daddies are hot. guys wearing wedding rings are hot. it's like this outward statement of love and committment that guys these days can be somewhat shy about showing off. for a guy to be like, "hey, yeah! i LOVE MY WIFE!!!" it's totally cool. props to all my married friends (i'm starting to know a few of them.. wierd...) on another note, an update: my mom is doing alright. i don't know if i've updated her status in a while, so here it is: she doesn't have one anuerysm, she has four. so keep praying if you are, and i'm asking for your prayers if you haven't yet. she's in good spirits, though, which is great. Jesus and I have talked, and i'm cool. no more freaking out. He's handling it, like He always does. no there is one hot man. Jesus, you rock. (you know what i saw the other day and really want? one of those "Jesus is my homeboy" tshirts. I mean, how cool is that??) anyway, back to my mom. She got past the angiogram just fine, and we'll know next week the day of her surgery and if they'll be able to put the stint in or if they have to actually cut them out. she'll be spending somewhere between 3 and 10 days in the hospital, depending on what procedure they do and whether or not any of the four are seeping blood into her brain. so keep praying. I know Jesus is doing His Almighty part in all this. Thanks in advance for the prayers. In other news, i may be diabetic. more on that after my blood test and liver panel. Not too concerned, though. COKE ZERO IS AWESOME!!! (try it, i mean, it's really good. here's a quick SAT analogy for you: coke zero : classic coke diet dr. pepper : regular dr. pepper. get it? it tastes just the same. anyway, so yeah. now, if i have to give up my 3 muskateers, someone's getting sucker punched. speaking of the SAT, you know they added a third section? writing. you can now score 2400 on the sat. this will be bad in a few years when we're all telling our kids to study hard, and they ask what we made. "Mommy, what did you score on the SAT?" "1300. why?" "Wow. You're a loser." "No, really! It only went to 1600 back when i was a kid!!" "Sure it did, Mom. Sure it did." Okay, so my kids are going to be smartasses. I'll teach them well. Current Mood: chipper Current Music: "take me home", i think matchbox 20 (Comment on this)
Friday, June 17th, 2005
1:04 am	Dealing "Somebody's Hero" She's never pulled anyone from a burning building She's never rocked Central Park to a half a million fans, screaming out her name She's never hit a shot to win the game She's never left her footprints on the moon She's never made a solo hot air balloon ride, around the world, No, she's just your everyday average girl (but) She's somebody's hero A hero to her baby with a skinned up knee A little kiss is all she needs The keeper of the cheerios The voice that brings Snow White to life Bedtime stories every night And that smile lets her know She's somebody's hero She didn't get a check every week like a nine-to fiver But she's been a waiter, and a cook and a taxi driver For twenty years, there at home, until the day her girl was grown Giving all her love to her was her life's ambition But now her baby's movin' on, and she'll soon be missin' her But not today, those are tears of joy runnin' down her face She's somebody's hero A hero to her daughter in her wedding dress She gave her wings to leave the nest It hurts to let her baby go down the aisle she walks right by Looks back into her mother's eyes And that smile lets her know She's somebody's hero Thirty years have flown right past Her daughters' starin' at all the photographs Of her mother, and she wishes she could be like that Oh, but she already is She's somebody's hero A hero to her mother in a rockin' chair She runs a brush through her silver hair The envy of the nursing home She drops by every afternoon Feeds her mama with a spoon And that smile lets her know Her mother's smile lets her know She's somebody's hero ******************************************** Okay, so maybe the last couple verses don't necessarily apply at this moment in time, but this song has been on my mind. I heard it a little while ago coming home from an otherwise enjoyable evening with friends. And i realize i have a lot of them. But there it was, 1:30 in the morning and i start to thinking again. There was a time when i thought that all mommies did was wash dishes and vaccuum. Granted, i was really young, but i remember standing in the kitchen of our then new house (which is the house i grew up in, and where my mom and dad still live), watching my mom load the dishwasher with the morning's juice cups and cereal bowls. I remember thinking that it was her job, just like it was my dad's job to get up and leave every day and come back stinky. (He was a marine mechanic back then - worked on ships in Port Arthur.) I remember wanting to be just like that when i grew up and became a mommy. I remember watching her intently, wondering how she knew just how to put the cups so they all stood up straight. I watched her a lot when i was really young, paying close attention to what she was doing. As i grew older and situations changed in my family, i realized that not all mommies just washed dishes, clothes, and vaccuumed all day long. My dad was hurt while working on one of his boats and it forced my mom to go to work. A real job. I remember it freaked me out for awhile, seeing her leave to go be a mommy else where. Times continued to change in our house, but i guess i never really stopped watching her. I learned how to cook from watching her all those years in the kitchen. We would have a family meal - prepared by her every night, no matter how long she had worked at her "real" job, and so i have a knack for home cooking now. And i really, really love to cook, and i now realize that it's because of all those years as a child standing on a stool in the kitchen and watching my mommy flour chicken and season goulash. I'm like her in more ways than i'll choose to admit sometimes. She has a temper. I have a temper. She has a wierd sense of humor. I have a wierd sense of humor. We are so alike it scares me sometimes. And then i became a smartass, like most teenagers do. I remember saying and doing a lot of crap in my last year of highschool and even the first couple years in college that i'm not proud of. Those were the years when moms and dads got really stupid and didn't know jack about what it was like to be a teenager. And i remember just wanting to get away. Look at the schools i looked into or applied to. USC. Stanford. NYU. Yale. Boston U. Just to get away from my hick town and my stupid parents who didn't have a clue. I ended up here in LA, and my mom has gotten progressivly smarter again. Granted, we had a HUGE falling out a year ago, because there were some real issues neither of us were dealing with properly, but all in all, that total collapse of any kind of mother/daughter bond left us both empty, like a huge emotional and spiritual void in our conciousness or something. We had a talk (months later) and things were better. Slowly, we became social again, then the mother/daughter thing kicked in, and finally, we became friends again. Then best friends again. I mentioned earlier that i realize i have a lot of friends, and for that, i am truly blessed, but i have very few best friends. My mom is at the top of this category. I call her every morning when i'm stuck on the 5 in traffic. I call her on my lunch break. I call her every evening when i'm stuck on the 5 in traffic again. We laugh and giggle and swap cat stories and complain about things and gossip and just share our lives with one another. I've gotten so used to this routine that it comes almost like second nature. "Okay, i'm passing Stadium Way, time to call mommy and complain about jackasses in Mercedes again." It's part of my life. I wanted to get away so much and guess what? I did. And now i want to go home. My mom needs me. And for the first time in a long time i realize how much i need my mom. I've never had to imagine life without her. My dad's always been the one we've had to worry about. With his strokes and diabetes and stuff, we've been on pins and needles with him since my senior year in high school. My mom's always been the healthy one. She's been hurt, and disabled, but generally healthy. Even her doctor said so. And then this comes out of the blue, and I start imagining things in the future, listening to that song. Will she be there to dance at my wedding? Will she be there to spoil my kids the way she's spoiled my sister's? Will she be there to see me become whatever God has destined for me? (Right now i'm seriously considering the MCAT, but that's another entry) I never thought i'd ever have to ask myself that question. Everytime that idea even pops in my head now i'm overcome with this dread. I can't lose my mommy. I won't be able to function. The world will stop. I can't shut these things out, even when i think for a moment and trust in God to get that crap out of her brain. I've never had to question my mom's mortality. Moms are supposed to live forever. I know that's so childish to think but that's what i've clung to all my life. Moms live forever. I know that's not true, i have a friend who lost her mom at a young age, and i feel so horrible now that i never even considered the impact it must have had on her. My mom called me last night and made me make one of those "if anything happens to me..." promises. That's scary. i gotta stop this. Current Mood: indescribable (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 15th, 2005
7:15 am	The hardest thing So i know that recently i posted that there will be food at my place this Saturday. I'm sorry, but as of today, Wednesday, that's going to have to change. People can still come over if they want, but i'm in no mood to make my apartment spiffy for a bunch of people and cook all day. Something's come up. My mom has an anuerysm. It's the size of a quarter and located behind her brain stem. Which means that they can't get to it by traditional surgery - popping out a chunk of her skull and taking care of it like that. She's going to a specialist in Houston today, luckily, the only doctor in the state that can do this crazy procedure where they run some kind of wire/tube thing up from the vein in her leg, up her back, and into where the anuerysm is and fix it from there, has his practice an hour away from Beaumont. He's going to look at her CAT scans and things and find out if this thing is operable. I'm scared. I mean, really, really scared. My mom has a back injury - several years ago when she was getting her stimulator put in (it helps her walk) they couldn't even run a second electrode up her back because of her injury. What if it's inoperable? Then my mom's a ticking time bomb, in the words of her doctor. It could rupture today, it could rupture 3 months from now. I know i'm supposed to be letting God handle this, and trust me, He and I have talked, but how can you just shut your mind off and stop worrying about something this big? What if it is her time to go? No amount of me praying for a miracle is going to change God's will. I spent over an hour on the phone to her yesterday, and everytime there was silence on the other end of the line even for a few seconds i just KNEW it had ruptured. And here i sit, 1700 miles away, unable to do anything except worry and pray. And doing the latter is supposed to stop me from doing the former, but i can't stop. He's got to have a purpose here, i know that, but i feel so helpless. I can pray and ask Him for a miracle, ask Him to heal her, ask Him not to take my mom away from me, but i can't get rid of this awful nagging feeling of worry. I can't shut my mind off from all of the what ifs. I've gotten pretty good and letting God handle a lot of stuff for me. My finances, trying to come to terms with my past, getting me through school. But there's never been something this big before. What if He's testing me, to see just how big my faith is? To see if i can walk the talk. We talked in church Sunday about the Gentile woman who came to Jesus asking Him to help her demon-possessed daughter. He tested her - rejecting her three times, testing his disciples, who kept wanting to turn her away. She passed her test - her faith was so strong. How strong is my faith? Why is it that i can trust Jesus not to get me evicted or crash my car or something, but i'm having such a hard time putting my mom's life in His hands (where, really, it already is anyway)? What if this is a test for my mom? Who we all know isn't a beleiver. Maybe He'll bust out some huge miracle that no one can not see for what it is, desperately trying to save my mom (and the rest of my family). Something that she won't be able to disregard. Bottom line - if they can't run this thing up her back, her anuerysm in inoperable. She's going to die. Only Jesus can fix that. But when he does, will she surrender? Will she quit running from the truth? People only see what that want to see. To people who don't know the Lord, it's easy to pass things off as something other than what they are. How long will this go on before He gives up? Quincy says that if this is what this is, He's going to stack the deck. What if she still can't see? Her doctor asked her Monday if she had a living will. Scary. She and my sister are spending time now working on her will. She's preparing her corporeal posessions for the worst. I only wish that she'd spend a little time preparing her soul, too. I'm scared, guys. I'm scared and worried and all i can do is pray. And ask everyone who reads this to keep her in your prayers, too. She's my mommy. I need her. Current Mood: scared Current Music: no music. (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 11th, 2005
1:06 pm	anyone for gumbo??!?! So i'm making gumbo (shrimp, i think) next saturday. On the 18th, i think. It'll be really good, and all who can read this is invited. Most of yall should know my phone number and where i live, but if not, check my facebook page. or call me. which may be difficult if you don't have my phone number or email, but i figure if you don't have that, then you really don't need to be eating my cooking, now do you? I expect to see ALL of yall there. It'll be good. And since i didn't dream about anything important last night, i really have nothing else to write. Hey, that ryhmes. Oh, boy. Anyway, anyone faced with this problem? I'm currently in the middle of about seven different books i'm reading for leisure. And like the socially inept bookworm that i am, i can't stop my self from picking up new ones and starting on them. I think this may be some sort of psychological problem about never being able to finish anything i start, but anyone who's seen me around a dessert knows that's clearly not the case. Besides, i finish the books, it just sucks that i have so many to choose from. Right now i'm in the middle of Something From the Nightside, Restaurant at the End of the Universe, Blood Trail, The Golden Compass, The Face, A Cold Heart, So You Want to be a Wizard, and some random poker story i stole from Quincy. Not to mention the two series of books that i've started - Nora Robert's series on Eve Dallas, and the Harry Dresden series by Jim Butcher. And you can best beleive that i'll be the first one finished with The Half Blood Price when it comes out in 35 days and counting. Yes, i have way too much time on my hands. I need a hobby. Current Mood: yup. that's me Current Music: Matthew West, I Love You More (Comment on this)
Friday, June 10th, 2005
7:39 am	another cooky comment from brittney Okay, so i'm late for work, so this'll be short and sweet. Guess what i heard on the radio this morning? "Drunk dial" is now in the dictionary. In a sentence - "Brittney has never drunk dialed Matthew Machonahey, but she dang sure should". Next thing we know, "fo shizzle" will have it's on definition. Word up. Now i'm going to go "drunk dial" my boss and tell him i'm running late. Does that word work when you've only had shower water and shampoo suds to quench your palate? I dunno either. (It was herbal essences shampoo. Yummy) Current Mood: amused Current Music: "gotta be something more" Sugarland (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 8th, 2005
7:10 am	why i'd rather be in spain It's 7am. I'm sleepy, even though i went to bed at 1030. I'm also sitting here with a huge bath sheet wrapped around me in lieu of clothes. Buttons and zippers are too complicated right now. So i'm typing. Where's the logic in that? My shower was nice, but barely remembered. See, in Spain, i'd still be sleeping. And i'd get a four hour siesta around lunch time to nap somemore. America sucks. I'd rather be a lazy Spaniard. But then i'd hath to sthpeak with a listhp. Props to Antonio Bandaras for being the only one who can make THAT cool. I had this wierd dream last night that i felt i should share: So I was me, but my friends included some female hip hop artist whose name i can't recall (she's skinny and really pretty. i may have made her up), Chad Michael Murray, Carrie (our Carrie Bunting), Hilary Duff, and the USC tennis team. I was in a pool and Chad kept hitting on me, which was nice cause he's HOT. HOT HOT HOT. Then, out of nowhere, two more Chads from my past come waltzing down this sidewalk (i'm out of the pool now, and they really weren't waltzing, more like strolling) - Chad Adams, a friend from elementary school, and Chad Melancon, a guy that due to those pesky ABC orders, sat beside me in every class from kingergarten through high school. Apparently i was cooler now, cause they were afraid to talk to me. Hence the celeb buds, i guess. But that's not the wierdest part of my dream. Here goes: I was on the tennis team. Yeah. Me. Ms. "Can't Jump 4 inches off the ground, can't run, and would rather read than exert energy on organized play" was a member of the USC tennis team. The coach was my high school computer science teacher, who kept snarling at me cause she hated my older brother. Anyway, what made my dream all that more enjoyable was that we didn't use tennis rackets to knock the balls around. We used Mike Leinert jerseys on big plastic hangers. And the object of said tennis game was not to hit the ball across the net, but to "serve" the jersey with a tennis ball, and make it fly across the net. No, i didn't drink before i went to sleep. Oh, and somewhere along the way, i started talking to Chad Michael Murray about dying my hair "eggplant purple". He thought that was cool. Go figure. I think it's time to get dressed and go to work, what do you think? Current Mood: dorky Current Music: Bless the Broken Road, Rascall Flatts (Comment on this)
Tuesday, June 7th, 2005
8:32 am	starting things off right, i guess So, after sitting on my butt for a couple years after i first heard of livejournal, i have finally taken the time to start one of my own. A few disclaimers. I have my own journal. I may not have written in it in a while, but all my personal information goes in that one. No one reads that one. This new journal may start taking the place of my old one, and if it does, reader beware. There's a lot of stuff out there that i may talk about that even if you're a good friend of mine, it may seem like it's coming out of left field. Or from the Delta Quadrant. Or from alien-possessed Brittney. Just deal with it. :) Another disclaimer. I'm not the, um...most organized person out there. I'm also a little scatterbrained (a LITTLE??? you ask, with a furrowed brow..) This journal may go awhile with no new entries. I have a job, a kitty, and a boyfriend to tend to, and then i can type for hours after i get home from a full time job of typing for hours. Wow. This journal's starting off boring. Let's cut to the chase. There's a lot of things on my mind right now. One of them is a situation with my little brother. He did something REALLY, REALLY, REALLY stupid a couple weeks ago - ask me in person if you want clarification - and my parents told him he needed to move out. He was still living at home. So yesterday, he springs on my parents that he is moving out - in with his 18 year old girlfriend. That's not the topper. The topper is, that Colt (that's the little geek i call my baby brother) and Erica (his girlfriend) are PLANNING A WEDDING. Excuse me??? Now, they've said they're going to wait until after Erica graduates college - which, even though she's only 18, happens this upcoming December. Yes, in 6 months. She's really smart. What she's doing with Colt is a mystery to all of us. But what the heck? Okay, maybe I'm being an overbearing older sister, but I'm 23. Do you see a ring on my finger? Heck no. I've been dating the same guy for almost two and a half years. It took me awhile to see this, but there's no way I'm ready to get married. I may want to, but I'm still in school. I'm broke as a spoke 99% of the time. Getting married is the absolute last thing in need right now. Okay, maybe the last thing i need is to be working on a Farscape project and be catapulted through a worm hole and wind up on the other side of the galaxy. But realistically speaking, i can barely take care of myself right now. There's no friggin way Colt's ready to get married. He's a baby. He's never lived on his own. He's still in school. If he stays in school. He has a part time, low paying job. He's still doing stupid stuff like wrecking his car, driving too fast, drinking too much (even though he's underage), and being an all out idiot half the time. No, 99% of the time. He's got no sense of responsibility. He's never bought a roll of toilet paper. He's never had a bill to pay. He's still in the childish frame of mind that he can spend his entire paycheck on "suping up" his car and buying roller blades because he doesn't know the stress that comes with rent payments, grocery shopping, credit cards, and buying toilet paper. Or soap. Or shampoo. Or anything. His best friends are ages 16 and younger. Anyone besides me think this is a horrible, horrible idea? Don't get me wrong. I love my little brother. Sometimes i wish i didn't, but i do. I can't help it. Anyway, maybe this whole moving-in-and-planning-a-wedding would be a good thing for him. If there's one thing i can say about Erica it's that she loves Colt. She's got to. He cheated on her, and she's still with him. He's done a lot of stupid stuff, and she's still with him. And she is a lot more responsible than he is. (She's got to be, she's graduating in six months!!) She won't let him do stupid stuff when she's around. She won't let him smoke. (Yeah, he started smoking. How stupid is that?!?!) Anyway, i also think that Colt loves Erica. However, they've been together less than a year, i think. But - and this is nothing against Erica, i like her a lot - she's not you're typical girl one would associate with a passing love interest of a 20 year old boy. She's not you're cookie cutter "skinny blonde bombshell" that an insincere guy would date. So props to Colt for that. That's also one of the reasons why i think that he really loves her. So maybe, with a little help from the Almighty, this thing will work out. (If that's His plan...who knows, right?) I'm just worried. Yes, Colt needs to start being responsible, and he needs to grow up. Yes, he needs to start making mistakes so he can learn from them and maybe - just maybe - become something more than my little dorky geek of a baby brother. But I don't want his first mistake to be the one that ruins his life and the life of someone else. I don't want him to get married, get stuck in a lease with his wife, and then their marriage fall apart. Would he even finish school if they get married? What happens if she gets pregnant? Then there's a baby to take care of. I just don't know. This is also one of the reasons, i'm realizing as i write this, why i'm content with my relationship with Quincy. I love him to death, and i know that he loves me just the same. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with him. And our kitty. But that doesn't mean that we need to rush out there and tie the knot. I read something or heard something awile ago about how the older you are when you get married, the more chance your relationship has of lasting. I can see how that'd be true in this case. Colt and Erica are going from having basically no responsibility at all to being bombarded with bills and grocery shopping and, in a word, adulthood. That's a lot of stress for a 20 year old and an 18 year old. It would definitely but some kind of strain on a relationship. The same thing really applies to me and my relationship. I have a job, I'm in grad school, I have more bills than i know what to do with, and i don't have a career. My life hasn't really even started yet. I'm living in this incredibly long transitional stage from childhood to adulthood. I can't take care of my self right now, much less have a spouse to be responsible for. Same thing with Quincy. He's graduated, and he has a job, but he doesn't have his career. He's still trying to kickstart his adulthood too. There's no way we could juggle a marriage right now. My sister keeps telling me "your bills would be cut in half!!" Right. My bills are already cut in half right now. I have a roommate. I want everything to be well on it's way to becoming normal and routine before i throw in something as serious as a marriage. I don't even know if i'll be able to make next month's rent and bills right now. That's kind of an important thing to get worked out. I'm not like your average (?) person. I'm only getting married once. And I will NEVER, NEVER get divorced. I play for keeps. So I need to have all my ducks in a row and superglued in place before i leap into that, right? Okay, so that's that. Colt's getting married. I'm freaking out. Hmph. Moving on. Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: um, my kitty is sleeping. no music. can't wake the baby. (1 Comment |Comment on this)