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He didn't understand that "exclusive" didn't mean anything but sexual exclusivity? Seriously? No. That's an asinine thing to say. Men are simple and often dumb, but that? That insults your intelligence. Sure, he does make a good point about how you shouldn't stew about things for so long, but really? If he had just been honest with you, you wouldn't have to sit around and wonder how he feels. He seems a little too cavalier about you for my tastes, but as long as you feel you can trust him, I say run with it. After all, only you know how you are when you're with him, and it's not for any of us to judge or tell you what to do. Maybe this was a good thing, and now you can move to the next level (of trust and communication)? I hope so, because you really deserve a good guy.

from razor-vixen :

Hey hon! Haven't seen you around lately; I would love to catch up with you if you're sharing the password. [email protected]. Hope to hear from you!

from idiot-milk :

That's just crappy, miss lady. I'm sorry you had such a rotten time on your vacation. The excuse that he has a temper and is therefore forgiven for losing his shit is just plain wrong. Threatening violence is never okay, especially when it's something so trivial. Bleh. Family is awesome sometimes.

from sduckie :

Wow that is rough. Sorry that happened- regardless of the law, your dad should be ashamed of himself. There really is no excuse. My father hit me in the face in front of my boyfriend two years ago. Why? I don't know... I have also not lived at home in over 10yrs. But maybe our dads come from a generation where they don't know how to express themselves and they don't know how to own their own feelings. Still, it's no excuse to threaten 1. a daughter, 2. a woman, 3. another human being for something as simple as words. (hugs) to you- and congrats on standing up for yourself!

from sduckie :

One of the advantages of having a big(ish) nose is that you can wear anything on your head... hats, headscarves, whatever... always look good!

from pandionna :

Yikes. That's no fun. Sounds like he has a mental disability, maybe some schizophrenia. That doesn't make him any less threatening, though. Hooray for deinstitutionalization! Not.

from sduckie :

Leopardprint is great because it goes with either warm tones or cool tones (reds OR blues). Glad you are feeling better... hope you can have an honest communication with Q....

from captvfirefly :

Wow, the end of your 2008 and beginning of 2009 has definitely been .... interesting! And the redneck, while nice, really doesn't sound compatible with you at all; I'd have cut him loose after hearing he had 4 kids (but I had bad experiences with men who had lots of kids). Have you checked out Nerve Personals? Hell, it may not even be called Nerve anymore, but they used to have a nice selection of men who were a little more cerebral, open minded, and progressive. Oh, and I just started reading about SuperFoods, and I bought a supplement by MegaFood that has all kinds of fiber, probiotics, vitamins, hemp, etc. I'm not sure how I even found it now, but it was through a website on a book called The Thrive Diet. Have you heard of it? It's based on whole foods (and raw); I think you'd find it interesting ... although if you already eat that way, you're way ahead of me! I just thought I'd share. I'm glad you posted; I've been wondering how you're doing.

from sduckie :

Yeah Ikea is known for cheapness... and, having removed wallpaper myself, I would NEVER do it without a steamer! I'd say you gotta trust your own instincts on this one!

from sduckie :

Haha, great post, sounds like a wonderful girl's trip... next time try to kiss a guy that comes from shady place... maybe the Croation-speaking Canadian?? :)

from dieselengine :

I tried to sign your guestbook but it wouldn't let me. My comment was short and sweet anyway. "GOOD-BYE 2008! You sucked!" Cheers to 2009, I am sure this year you will kick ass!xoxo

from sduckie :

I hear ya, sister. Here's hoping to a better '09.

from clammy05 :

Hi oldmaid, I've locked my diary, but if you'd like to read it, please email me [email protected] and I'll be so happy to give you the password. Hope you're doing well! I'm so glad you finally updated! Clammy

from dragprincess :

you are a good egg.

from idiot-milk :

If it helps, I think your diagnosis is dead on.

from captvfirefly :

Oh honey, I'm sorry. I feel like I've bailed on you. I know what you're going through, and I would bet 10 to 1 that your headache and stomach issues are stress related. Just because it was your choice doesn't make it any easier. If you want to talk, please give me a call. (((hugs)))

from sduckie :

hooray for square cardboard things!

from sduckie :

vehicle = freedom! one step at a time... I wish you well. Hugs, Duck

from idiot-milk :

Hey miss lady, if you need help moving, just let me know. Me and the `mo are out of town this weekend, but other than that my schedule is free and clear and I can help whenever. I can drag the other two retards with me, too.

from captvfirefly :

Craigslist might be a good way for you to find some bookshelves, and even a sofa (I've been looking for some overstuffed chairs lately, and I keep seeing the cutest sofas). Also, I'm glad that you have a lawyer friend who can help you look over the paperwork. The splitting up of the stuff was super hard for me, too. It just makes it seem so final, and only adds to the awkwardness of the situation. You've already found a place to move to? That is good! I've been thinking about you a lot lately, hoping that you are hanging in there. In the mean time, I will see you on Monday! :)

from sduckie :

Well, I feel like that after every relationship-- how could I not see this, or that, how could I make such a bad decision? But maybe it's a live-and-learn kind of thing? Love is weird like that. Stay strong, sister...

from sduckie :

Sending hugs and support at this difficult time... sorry it turned out like this but you seem pretty well put-together at the moment. So I'm wishing you well and please keep us posted how you are. Take care, Duck

from captvfirefly :

This week is pretty hectic (short week - going to Denver for the weekend), but next week (except wednesday, month end) is wide open. What does your schedule look like?

from captvfirefly :

I'm sorry to hear that things are such a wreck lately. I admire your ability to try to work it out and how you're fighting for your relationship. After going through a lot of the same arguments, I know it's not easy to sit down and really examine all of the in's and out's of what's going on ... I just hope counselor #2 can help. I am a bit concerned that he doesn't seem to understand that you're not trying to challenge him to a battle of wills when it comes to your health. You have every right to NOT compromise when your health is at risk, and I'm not sure why he doesn't understand that you're just looking out for your physical well being. And maybe it's just me, but I'm with you on the manner issues, too. It's common courtesy, really, and I think you're correct when you say that he's just acting like a 4 year old (which isn't fair to you, since you are an adult and you expect to be married to one). Anyway, I just hope things work out for you. If you ever want to get out and chat, I'm here - I even have a car, and I can come get you. :)

from sduckie :

Hope Counselor #2 can help get the ball rolling in terms of communicating- yes does definitely sound like deeper issues than the reasons being offered. Good luck...

from radugap :

i hope it will all go well wit u.wish u d best

from sduckie :

Congratulations on making it to the top!

from sduckie :

happy new year to you - ! :)

from ladybug-red :

Just stopping in with my change of address - come visit if you get the chance! Yellowladybug.com

from acornotravez :

me = busy too

from acornotravez :

HEY! I lost your password - would you mind emailing me? acornotravez at hot male cot com. Thanks! Happy new year!

from ladybug-red :

Hey there! I just came back and found you had locked up. Can you send me your secret code? [email protected]

from idiot-milk :

So, after some hardcore research, I discovered that my own bug issue isn't clothing moths, but carpet beetles. They eat wool, too, but aren't deterred by the things that affect clothing moths, which is why it's been so fucking impossible to get rid of them. Clothing moths are repelled by bright lights and moth balls, but carpet beetle larvae (the little buggers that actually do the damage) aren't bothered by the bright lights and actually prefer it, and they don't seem to be affected by moth balls AT fucking ALL. I don't know if your issue is the same, but I thought I'd mention the possibility just in case. If the larvae guys you're finding are brownish, and you've never actually seen a moth, you might have a carpet beetle problem, too. One suggestion for treating the chair and pet beds is fumigation. (Which will work regardless of whether your issue is moths or beetles) All you need is some dry ice (easily purchased from Graeter's) and a large plastic bag at least 4 mil thick. (I think. I'll have to check on the thickness to make sure, but as long as it's thick plastic, it will work.) You put the object in the bag with the dry ice and leave the bag a little bit open at the top to allow the oxygen to escape. Essentially, you're suffocating the little creepy bug guys. Leave the object in the bag for a couple of days, long enough to kill everything, and you're good to go. The process is safe for your furniture or whatever you're fumigating, and it kills all stages of the little bastards (eggs, larvae, beetle/moths, etc.) Safe, no chemicals involved, and you're stuff is bug-free. For larger stuff like furniture, you can get storage bags at places like Meijer and WalMart or even at self-storage places like the one on Urlin in Grandview. (At least, the Urlin place used to have them, and I would assume they still do, but I can't swear to it.) You could also use an extra thick plastic tarp as long as it doesn't have any holes, and you can gather it all together at the top so it completely encloses the object. And make sure you wash the items that you can in super hot water. I'll try to find the links to pages with the information about clothing moths, carpet beetles and fumigation and send them to you. Hope this helps! And if not, well, come on over and I'll commiserate with you over some gin about our mutual bug problems. Stupid creepy little jerks.

from sduckie :

I am signing up for flylady too! I need it. Bad.

from red-wine :

Green tea! Green is the answer - low caffeine, no sugar, can get it flavored if the regular grassy taste doesn't please, tons of antioxidants and good for balancing the metabolism! (Not that you need that, but you know what I mean) I swear by it, love it, have 2-3 cups every workday.

from captvfirefly :

I'm sorry to hear you've been sick. I hope you're better very soon!

from dieselengine :

one can always use Pez!

from red-wine :

Ughhhh ... I went to the Mutter Museum a couple of years ago when we were in Philly for a show. Haven't been the same since. Hopefully it's not as completely eerie and freaky and kind of gross on TV.

from dragprincess :

Help! I have lost my username/password!

from red-wine :

Ughhh, this is why I have cats. Does Leroy actually *know* that if the dog nips the wrong person the dog will DIE? As in, no more dog? Dead? If he thinks that's funny, he needs therapy. Can you take the dog to obedience training yourself? A huge pain in the ass, yes, but if the one "in charge" is willing to risk his pet, it might be worth it.

from dieselengine :

I must try the stuff you are talking about. I am getting some major smile lines and some major crow's feet and I am not even 30 yet. I've tried Vitamin E oil and it seems to make my skin glow but the wrinkles are still there....

from red-wine :

Oh man, I can SO relate to your bike fear! The Prof rides everyday, to work, for fun, everywhere, in a notoriously dangerous city and I am worried every waking second that he'll be killed. Because actually happens all the time around here. Horror.

from acornotravez :

It appears "they" have closed down your guestbook. - In other news: Happy Belated Birthday! Getting older sucks, I turned 31 this past year, and I didn't enjoy it in the slightest.

from captvfirefly :

Since I'm no longer married, I don't know what to tell you about the feelings related to getting older and being married, but, what I know about you specifically - you are young, intelligent, beautiful, and fun, and personally? I think the 30's will be a great time for you! It all feels much scarier than it really is, and I know that you'll be OK. (That was my run-on, pre-HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! message.) And? I always feel really really sick to my stomach when I have to double up on pills. It doesn't last much longer, for me, than 12 hours, so hopefully by the time you're home from work you'll be feeling better! Have a great birthday!

from sduckie :

Your hubby is quite the social butterfly... I hope your stomach feels better and that you can get your needs met about having some time and -space- in your life!

from sduckie :

that happened to me once, i think they call it 'breakthrough bleeding'. you can ask your doctor about it, mine didn't think it was that serious. also if you are taking any antibiotics you should be careful as that can negate the effect of your birth control.

from sduckie :

ew. i think you qualify for sainthood.

from serenaville :

When Pocahontas married Anchorman, he took her last name. I forgot the reasons why, but at least part of it had to do with her family's prominent standing in their Clan on the Onondaga Nation, and her desire to keep her last name. It's not like it mattered any way other than legally, in the end. People still refer to him by his real last name, despite, especially at his job. So. Implied shrug. *HUGS!!!*

from idiot-milk :

He probably avoids you because he's discovered your obsession with medical oddities, weirdo. Speaking of which... http://www.roadsideamerica.com/attract/PAPHImut.html

from dragprincess :

ahh, crap, i'm locked out! is there a way in to the entries?

from idiot-milk :

OMG! I just left the longest message in the WORLD! Woo!

from idiot-milk :

Sister, please. There is little in the way of plumbing or bathroom remodeling that we HAVEN'T done. The reason the whole upstairs bathroom project got so ugly was because we kept discovering things that had to go. We thought we just had to replace some of the flooring and put in tile or linoleum, but then, when we had the floor all torn up, we discovered some more water damage and traced it back to the shower head, and when we took out the shower head, we discovered that not only did it have a leak, but some of the pipes also had leaks, and then we tore out that wall because of the water damage and in order to get to all the pipes and whatnot, and we replaced some of the fittings and the shower head and some pipe bits, and then we decided to just go ahead and replace the plastic shower backing while we replaced everything else because the old one was gross and the caulk was cracked and foul, and then we decided that as long as we're doing that, we might as well replace the tub, too, and we were going to just replace the toilet ring, but when we had the toilet up and out, we discovered cracks in the base and some of the screws were stipped, and the tank had a hairline crack in it, so then we decided to just go ahead and replace IT, and THEN we were going to just replace the faucet in the sink to match the new shower head and knobs in the shower, but there was a crack in the basin of the sink, and we discovered that it was leaking, too, because some of the fittings were old and jacked up, so we replaced some of that crap, too, and the u-shaped pipe thingie and put in a new sink with a new stand, and while we were tearing out the wall to replace pipes and whatnot for the shower, we decided to go ahead and remove that stupid door to the master bedroom, and we decided that since we were already in need of some dry wall and plaster, we might as well just go ahead and remove the embedded medicine cabinet, too, so then we had to fill in the gaping holes in the wall with dry wall and plaster and sand them down until all they were smooth and wall-like, and then of course we had to put in the new floor and paint the walls and put up a new cabinet to match the sink stand and put in new towel bars and etc. etc. And THEN we decided that as long as we were doing all of THAT stuff, and we already had all the tools and whatnot out, and we were already in home improvement mode, we might as well tackle the downstairs bathroom, too. So we took out the old faucet and knobs and replaced them, tore out the embedded towel rods and toilet paper holder and filled in the wall bits and replaced the fixtures, finished painting, painted the cabinet, replaced the molding, removed the toilet and put in a new ring and new fittings, etc. etc. In other words, the weekend bathroom project turned into the month long home improvement and plumbing adventure from HELL. Oh, and we replaced the disposal and snaked the kitchen pipes, too. The nice thing about all of that is that now we know how to do all of that crap, and we learned from all of our copious mistakes, so if we ever have to do it again, we're old pros. So, for serious, if you ever need help, just let us know, man. Plumbing is fun!

from idiot-milk :

You know, for future reference, we've replaced faucets, spiggots, disposals, toilets, bathtubs, showers, sinks and we've also snaked our fair share of drains and pipes, too. In short, if it's a plumbing thing, we've probably already done it. So if you ever need any help, just holler, miss lady.

from acornotravez :

Password please? acornotravez at hawtmale dot cawm

from razor-vixen :

Hey you! Can I please have the password (if you're sharing): [email protected]. Thanks!

from red-wine :

a-HEM? Words please?

from dieselengine :

can I have the password (that is, if you are giving them out)

from sduckie :

hmm. sounds frustrating, especially coming home to no dinner and nowhere to crash!!! hugs to you!! duck

from serenaville :

Isn't the mind amazing, for conjuring up the most fantastic "What if?" scenarios?? I totally relate to your reactions. I humor myself by thinking up the most outlandish consequence to an event, so I can move on. Then, when it doesn't come to pass, I'm relieved, and often laughing at myself. Glad you have the diary as an outlet. *HUGS!!*

from zonoria :

That's a really touching entry, about your family and about your grandmother figuring out a CD player.

from zonoria :

AUGH! Nothing like a scammer to make your day. Kids these days.

from serenaville :

Please, follow your instincts about that guy at the bus stop. He sounds so shady, it isn't funny. Especially if he IS changing his routine, just to "bump" into you. Maybe alert the bus driver to your suspicions, so at least someone is aware and looking out for you? Please, be very careful. *HUGS!!!*

from dieselengine :

Check out this place in Clintonville...it is onthe corner of High and maybe Como? The basement was transformed into a mod shop. They have shoes that were never worn in their original boxes from the 50s, 60s and 70s!

from serenaville :

Glad you're alright, after the rear-ending! That southern Ohio next-county-over story? Made my head hurt. Oy.

from serenaville :

I love how you went from talking about hairy buttcrack guy's in-need-of-bleach tightie whities, right into a segue about doing your laundry. That tickles me, for some reason. Hee! *HUGS!!!*

from sduckie :

I know huh, it is quite weird that he won't tell me. I'm still not sure what to think about that.

from chilindrina :

hey... I sent you the e-mail, but other people haven't received it so if there's a problem or if you don't get it, let me know.

from sduckie :

yeah, i've been waiting for the mean people in my life to get theirs too! :) don't worry, in nyc snobby friend will just be a very small fish in a VERY huge pond!

from serenaville :

The jeans coming out this season dismay me. I simply cannot pull off slim-legged jeans, and the like. No freaking way. And capri jeans?? GAH. I am holding onto my boot cuts for dear life. I'm talking white knuckles, here...

from idiot-milk :

He's an odd one, alright. Nice enough, but odd. He seems, I don't know, sensitive or easily shocked? Something. That could just be me, though. I assume that anyone who is unwilling to discuss things like stump fucking at the dinner table in a restaurant is sensitive and without humor. I'm an ass like that. At any rate, before I forget, YAY on the grandma front!

from zonoria :

"What a turd. That's why he's single." Crack me up!

from zonoria :

Oh, sweetie, so sorry this is happening to your grandma. Many hugs.

from serenaville :

You and yours are in my thoughts, during your grandmother's illness. *HUGS*

from serenaville :

Oh, those plans for the weekend sound fabulous! That Outland place sounds right up my alley! Too bad we have nothing like it here. Ditto Ohio being so far. Hope the turducken breast turns out. *HUGS*

from idiot-milk :

Well, but, how could I possibly be expected to talk about anything other than myself when I am CLEARLY the most interesting topic there ever was or will be?!

from zonoria :

I like your 82-year-old grand aunt. Heh.

from sduckie :

hmm that does sound a little weird with all the brother stuff. wondering if leroy is trying to make up for/recapture something from childhood? sending you hugs, oldmaid.

from serenaville :

Thank you for filling out the Johari window! Please, don't worry whatsoever: I chose "silly" as an adjective myself, when I created it! No way I could take offense to something I already call myself. ;) Besides, I think far too many people have lost the ability to be silly. There are worse things to be!

from serenaville :

P.S. I am totally getting to the meme you tagged me for. Promise. Sorry for the delay, but know I am thrilled to be participating! :)

from serenaville :

One detail I omitted from the Beantown trip: Mook forgot his burgundy dress shoes, and wore brown Rockport shoes with HIS charcoal grey suit. BROWN ROCKPORTS. I was aghast. Luckily, not many people look down and notice such things. MEN! Sigh.

from dieselengine :

OK I will just say that I know you through idiot milk.

from sduckie :

leggings??? they're back??? oh no!

from serenaville :

Bringing back leggings? Fine. I like leggings myself. Please, whatever you do though, DON'T resurrect stirrup pants. Some things should just stay dead. Good and dead.

from zonoria :

Hi! I'm over here!

from idiot-milk :

You know, we have turkey deep fryer thingie, and you are more than welcome to borrow it any time. We've got a propane tank for it, too. Just let me know any time you want to fry yourself up a delicious turkey. Or 15 lbs of tater tots, or a shoe, or whatever. It is a versatile thing, this deep fryer. Not that, like, we've ever fried anything odd in it. Nope. Or, you know, if we did, it was purely for science and not because we were completely storked on gin. Yes. Science.

from idiot-milk :

Dude, you're a dork. For future reference, there's a whole house full of us who would be more than happy to walk Arf. We can't have a dog ourselves, so we live vacariously through other people's pets when we babysit them. So if you ever need dog walkers, just say the word, silly girl.

from idiot-milk :

Have you ever been to Lu Lu's in Grandview? I've wanted to go forever. If you've either been and love it, or haven't been and want to try it, we should gather a posse and check it out. Lately we've been a restaurant rut, and I need something new!

from idiot-milk :

You know, the next time you've the urge to try something new, you just let me know. There are dozens of restaurants in Columbus to which I've never been, and I'm always up for something different. Most of the roommates are similarly inclined, but one of them (We shall call that particular roommate "Wonderbread") would prefer to stick to tried and true choices. Apparently, some of the restaurants that I find compelling, Wonderbread finds scary. Blech. TAKE A GODDAMN CHANCE SOMETIMES, GODDAMNIT. TRY SOMETHING NEW. IT WON'T KILL YOU. Ahem. End rant. At ANY rate, like I said, you just let me know whenever you're feeling adventurous and I'm totally on board!

from idiot-milk :

I really wish I were kidding, but that is just not the case. I'm practically choking on the blatant inequity. And while everyone keeps saying "Oh, we really DO value you! You're awesome! You're great! We DO consider you our equal! We don't want you to think you're any less important than the rest of the team!" no one is saying, "This is grossly unfair and something will be done to rectify the situation IMMEDIATELY." Nope. I'm not hearing THAT at all. So while everyone else is out enjoying their bonus days off and holiday vacation, I'll be here by myself in the office. Bitter, pissed off on a grand scale, possibly looking for alternate employment, but here all the same.

from dragprincess :

you are one very smart cookie, miss honey.

from idiot-milk :

The Firefly movie, Serenity, is AWESOME!

from idiot-milk :

I wish you the best of luck with the new hairdresser, miss lady! New styles are both exciting and a little scary. If she doesn't work out, however, I would highly recommend Hairdresser Rebecca at Aveda, the Polaris location. She is AWESOME. Although don't judge her by the current state of my hair; I'm in desperate need of a cut and just haven't gotten around to it. At any rate, she's awesome, and while she isn't in the neighborhood, she's well worth the trip, I totally swear.

from sduckie :

huh, I was just wondering about dating someone mean... like Ramel being married to mean old Carina. Who knows... my friend who is a therapist says you marry your father, even if you're a guy. Is his dad mean?

from idiot-milk :

Well shit. I don't have any drama at all to bring to the party. I mean, I suppose I could stage some kind of sibling rivalry scene with the homo, but that's only if I can actually convince him to leave his hermit lifestyle for an evening. I could try to instigate some sort of knock-down-drag-em-out with Ellen, but she'd kick my ass, and I really don't know if my desire for drama is strong enough to withstand her rage. Bugger. Maybe I'll just drink too much and act like an ass. Like, you know, I always do. Hmm.

from sduckie :

yeah, not cool, the getting in your face thing. what is THAT?! you seem to have a strong sense of who you are and your own personal style and that is probably what snobby friend most envies about you. still her actions are uncalled for and just ridiculous.

from razor-vixen :

I'm signing in your notes because I clicked on "guestbook" and it just took me to a page of ads?! Anyhow, you are right, you don't need a "friend" like that. Doesn't sound like she's much of a true friend. Any sort of friend, actually! I understand the whole "girlfriends discussing & re-discussing" a topic, that's normal! You should have jammed that pool cue up her butt.

from weymouth66 :

You asked for no replies saying you're cute, but I have to tell you that I've seen your photos and I think you're perfect. love xx

from madfuzzyme :

your doc probably thinks you'll get tipsy and fuck all his hard work up. wouldn't he want that? then he gets more money for a second surgery. and you get to give it to him. all the way, baby. hey, don't walk into any walls while your oot and aboot.

from idiot-milk :

Oh kitty, that's so very sucky. BUT, as you said, 100% treatable if caught early, and it WAS caught. So that's good news. I live in constant fear of melanoma, also being of the fair-skinned, gets-a-sunburn-standing-next-to-a-candle type person. Just let me know if you need to take yourself out for a BEvERage to soothe your rattled nerves, ma'am. I'm totally there.

from weymouth66 :

Have a wonderful honeymoon! I lived in London for 10 years and really miss the old girl since moving away, it's just such a fantastic place. Have a great time. love Jess x

from dragprincess :

i grew up in cinci (and left as fast as i could), but wow, i don't think i've had graeter's in 12 years. total flashback!

from dragprincess :

graeter's? sooooo....where do you live exactly?

from razor-vixen :

Ouch. I had a mole lasered off, and that hurt too! It left a keloid scar, which is lessening as time goes on, but it will always be there. I guess better safe than sorry, right? Crossing fingers they all come back negative!

from dragprincess :

the thought of someone clipping their toenails on my sofa makes me *ill*. ewwwwwwww.

from la-the-sage :

Have you thought of contacting the local tattoo places? If they'd done a dog, they'd remember. Congrats on all the new stuff, btw. Sounds exciting and fun! ~LA

from idiot-milk :

Yay new job! I mean, boo that it was necessary to find a new one in the first place, but yay that you did! And yay about flowers! And yay about buying rental properties! Yay all the way around for lots of stuff!

from sduckie :

hi oldmaid congrats on the new job! DUCK

from bitchslap69 :

thanks for the note, and a belated congratulations on your nuptials!

from sduckie :

oh, oldmaid, I was away and you got MARRIED!! CONGRATULATIONS!! You are a stunningly beautiful bride-- I am not exaggerating, loved the photos, you looked gorgeous! Congrats congrats congrats! Love, duck

from bitchslap69 :

merry christmas!

from acornotravez :

You rock, old maid.

from captvfirefly :

I tried to sign your guestbook, but I got an error message. So, I'll try to recreate the magic here.. I can't believe your big day is just about here! I am so excited for you, and I just wanted to let you know that my thoughts will be with you on the big day. Enjoy yourself, my dear. And life after the wedding isn't that boring! Sure, it's not the same as going to your bar and getting hit on by random men, but it's a different kind of good. I'm sure you will find something to keep you occupied - and you had me laughing out loud at the thought of the "unintentionally creepy sock animals." You should post pics... :)

from serenaville :

Ohhhhhhhhh! My paternal grandmother (God rest her) made sock monkeys for my sister and me forever ago. What fond memories you brought back! There's a snap of us posing with our new animals, while also modeling the red capes and tams she expertly knitted for us. She also did some gorgeous, and sentimentally priceless, china painting. And took courses in lapidary. And... and...

from idiot-milk :

I rsvp'd! I did! At least, I think I did. I'm pretty sure I sent the thingie. Shit. Did I send it? I tried, damnit. But I AM coming! And the Ellen is coming! We're each other's dates! Because we're dorks! Probably chock full of latent lesbianness! Okay, not really! But still! I've had a lot of caffeine today! I must go! Bye!

from idiot-milk :

Oh, and Brenda says that Pricilla's has some nice wedding night-type lingerie. I've not been there, so I don't know for sure. But she says that some of the stuff there is nice, and it's fairly reasonable, too. Certainly much more so than La Perla, but damn is La Perla nice. Anyway, that is all. Carry on.

from idiot-milk :

I suck. I missed the last of the House of Dude parties, and I would totally understand if you and Chris hate me now. Sean and Ellen had to work all night at the first overnight for Camp-In, but Ms. Rebecca and I were going to come. Then I got off work super late, felt assy with the cramps, took a nap to try to prepare for the party, and didn't wake up until nearly midnight, still feeling fairly assy. I'm sorry, miss lady, and please tell Chris that I'm sorry, too. I suck.

from idiot-milk :

Saks carries La Perla. It's expensive, but it's gorgeous. Beyond that, I have no information for you. I'm a Big-Lots underpants kind of girl. (I'm fancy!)

from serenaville :

How weird is it, that we both mention Hooters in our diaries, on the same day?

from sduckie :

you're welcome... one great book is "I hate you... don't leave me" it pretty much breaks down how to talk to someone with bpd...otherwise shit goes on FOREVER... as you and boyfriend have discovered... people with bpd are just REALLY traumatized and REALLY scared, and don't know how to let go of things, as well as having no sense of identity. So, I hope that situation clears up real soon. Be well! DUCK

from sduckie :

hey oldmaid, sounds like you did a great job handling annie and that whole situation-- if I am not mistaken it seems like she may have borderline personality disorder? that's what her behavior sounds very much like... I'm not joking, had a roommate w/ bpd and her behavior was very much the same. if you have any q's maybe I can help let me know. I admire you for seeing all sides and managing it the way you have. And hooray for new pants! be well. duck

from acornotravez :

You're so...mature. I mean that in a good way - it's admirable. I wish I could be as calm/cool as you are, man.

from captvfirefly :

Wow, you are a much better woman than I in dealing with all this Annie shit. But, that's what makes you so special. She's lucky you are the kind, thoughtful person you are - someone who would take the time to listen to her (fruitcake) stories. I do commend you. Honestly - I don't know how you did it. You are so cool. :) But honestly? I'd be pissed if the chick fucked with me and my soon-to-be-husband before our wedding. Now is not the time to be screwing with the bride! I hope now she will leave you two alone.

from idiot-milk :

Girl, you really need to let me kick that little tart's ass. I'm ready! I'm willing! I have oodles of rage, and what better way to expend that rage than to beat that little troublemaker into an unrecognizable pulp? I'm just saying. You say the word, and I'm all over the bitch. Help ME help YOU, babydoll.

from idiot-milk :

The homo has been interviewing for his new assistant, and you would be horrified to see some of the resumes and cover letters. There were some that were even hand written. HAND WRITTEN! Who does that shit?

from idiot-milk :

Yeah, dude, we suck. Or, RATHER, the stupid HOMOSEXUAL sucks. His job is to pay the phone bill, and I've been bugging him for WEEKS to do it, but he's always too busy, and gets all crabby when you bother him to do stuff. I mean, I GET that he's a busy kid, but GODDAMNIT. AT ANY RATE (she says, as she tries to keep her head from exploding), I got your message, but I'm at work and I didn't get a chance to call you back. The note from before is all the farther I've gotten in making plans. If you're interested in Michael's party, let me know. Otherwise, I'll let you know if we're going to be at Outland at some point, or if we're doing other stuff. Are you definitely going to Outland? Just let me know what your plans are, and I'll get back to you. Or something. Man, am I even making sense? I'm all tired and crabby, and I STILL have another hour of work left. Blech. Talk to you soon, kitty. I must go before I stop making sense entirely.

from idiot-milk :

Hey miss lady! Are you going to Outland for the "last" night this Saturday? I'm not sure if I am or not. Michael is having his going away party that day, and it just depends on how long that lasts as to whether we'll make it to Outland. If you're definitely going, though, I will definitely try to make it. And of course, should you be interested, you're also invited to Michael's going away party. Just let me know whenever you know what you'll be up to this weekend! I haven't heard anything from Ms. Skye yet, so I'm not entirely sure of her plans. Just give me a call on the kitty phone whenever you get a chance!

from sduckie :

hey oldmaid, be nice to yourself cause you are making a lot of big changes, moving and getting married and the whole bit! remember this is YOUR party, other people have either had their own weddings or will have their own weddings... so they either HAD their chance or they WILL have their chance... now is your and bf's time! do what you want and make it your day... that way you will never look back and regret it. as for Annie I am sorry she keeps popping up in this annoying manner... had a similar experience with a bf's psycho ex... and it's just TOO much drama... hope that works itself out in the quickest, most painless way possible! Love and HUGS duck

from sduckie :

hope you are feeling better....love, Duck

from idiot-milk :

Ha! I'm a dork. I didn't see your note before I called. And then I responded to the note in my own damn notes. I don't think "dork" even begins to cover my mental state today. I need a nap. Anyway, so yeah.

from sduckie :

don't know why we judge the people closest to us the most, probably because we think we get to the point where we think we know them so well, and could figure out their lives in a snap! it's our own lives that are the tricky ones... ha ha! DUCK

from idiot-milk :

Oh dear. Poor Coco. I'm sorry to hear about the dog, Miss Lady. If it would help, I'd be willing to donate a cat to the cause. Seriously, man. Benjamin is as big as a dog, and, hell, he's bigger than a lot of them, too. And I'm tired of his fuzzy self. So he's all yours! yay!

from bitchslap69 :

hey, thanks for leaving the note about my friend. i never remember to check my notes, and i don't get a reminder to check like i do w/ my guestbook, or i would have thanked you sooner! hope your wknd is going well!

from idiot-milk :

Well, we'll see about Saturday. The Ellen might be up for a bit of this or that, so it's possible. I make no promises, but I shall try like hell. Tell me this, though, in case we do come, BYOB? Although god KNOWS I shouldn't drink, like, EVER, but I haven't in a long time, and the finger puppets do need a night out. Hmmm. At any rate, let me know, and also what time? And stuff.

from idiot-milk :

One phone call, my friend. One phone call, and L'il Miss Troublemaker is history. I know people *winkwink*.

from idiot-milk :

You know, I will go months and months without being invited to a party. Not to suggest that people hate me, but just that there will be long periods of time where no one is throwing any parties. Why is it, then, that EVERYONE ON EARTH has to have a party on the SAME FREAKIN' DAY?! GAH. Our friend Kevin is having a party, and Shorty's birthday party is that Saturday, not to mention that the new roommate (Becky) is moving on that day. And I have to work until 5 at the mall of my discontent. And now YOUR party. I will try and try to make it to the party, Miss Lady, but I make no promises. Man. You must HATE me for all the times you invite me to stuff and I can't go. I would hate me if I weren't me. Please don't hate me! I promise to try my best to come on Saturday! I do! I really do!

from idiot-milk :

You should have let me kick that girl's ass when I offered way back when. You just let me know, and I can still take care of her for you. Help me help YOU, babydoll.

from idiot-milk :

It is very cold....in spaaaaccce. Heh. I love me some Khan. Did you have the same loser fan-boys in the audience? I think I might have made some enemies. Whee!

from idiot-milk :

Hey, lady, I don't know if you'd be interested, but we're going to the last dime-a-dog night for the Clippers on Monday, August 30th. I'm not a huge baseball fan, but I've never been to a Clippers game, so I thought "What the hell." Also, DIME-A-DOG! YAY! Weiners! Heh. Anyway, I thought I would extend the invite in case you were interested. No firm plans as yet, since it's still a couple of weeks away, but I'll keep you updated.

from serenaville :

Condolences on the passing of your mouse. :/ Even though no surprise, it's still a loss. *Hugs* By the way, you will always be admired for simply being YOU - the beautiful woman with the sensitive, compassionate soul whom I have enjoyed reading all these months - married, or otherwise. It's you, not your legal or social status, or anything else.

from idiot-milk :

Poor mousie. Poor Ms. Lyndsay. I used to have mice. Loved the silly little things. Would you like three office cats instead? I know where you can get them CHEAP! There's a huge fat white one, and a teeny little demanding one, and a HUGE hairy black motherfucker. I think your office mates would appreciate the new pets. Just let me know, and I'll have them sent `round.

from sduckie :

ohh... so sorry to hear about your little mouse. :(

from captvfirefly :

I'm so sorry to hear about your mouse. :( And all the cosmic relationship troubles too. Hope YOU are doing ok in the midst of all this turmoil.

from idiot-milk :

So, we have voice mail, right? And there's no little blinking light to tell us whether there are messages. Today I happened to be checking the saved messages, and I discovered yours from Saturday. Someone saved it and didn't tell me you'd called! Heads will roll, I assure you of that. I didn't want you to think that I was ignoring you! I didn't end up doing much of anything on Saturday. We went out for a little bit, but I was in by eleven. Between caring for the jacked up Ms. Ellen (who managed to sprain her knee, and landed herself in an aircast), and coming down with the newest installment in the Lynnda's Hit Parade of Assorted Illnesses, I didn't really feel up for much at all. But I would have at least called you back, had I known you called. Stupid roommates. I also wanted to say that I had a teacher much like Mrs. C when I was in the second grade. She was a million years old, and she was HORRIBLE. I started getting migraines that year. MIGRAINES. IN SECOND GRADE. All because of the stress of having a crazy teacher. My parents freaked out when I started having them, because they didn't know the cause. I had test after freakin' test done to see what the problem was. Finally they realized that they were due to stress from my teacher, and all hell broke loose. My mother, while wee small and delicate, is hell on wheels when you threaten one of her children. Mrs. M retired shortly thereafter. At any rate, I just wanted to share. Also? My sister had a teacher in middle school who didn't handle menopause all that well. She went a little insane. She would tape her lectures at home, then sit at the back of the class and just play the tapes for the students. She stopped brushing her hair, or bathing, or changing clothes. One time she threw a desk out the window when one of the students pissed her off. After that, she took a little "vacation" and wasn't heard from until a couple of years later when she returned as a substitute teacher. To be perfectly honest, I guess I can understand how teaching might send people over the edge. I have a hard enough time dealing with a bunch of grownups day in and day out. I can only imagine how much worse dealing with children would be. *shudder* At any rate, I just wanted to let you know about the message, and to beg for your forgiveness for ignoring you, even though you KNOW I TOTALLY wasn't and would NEVER! But still. That is all, I think. Carry on, babydoll.

from sduckie :

that's so weird that you dreamt of your ex too. makes sense if you're getting married... make room, sister! unfortunately there is sugar in almost everything when you go out to eat... hope you are well. DUCK

from idiot-milk :

Yay! I think we're saying the usual time, 7ish. Which, as you well know, means show up whenever, and we'll eat whenever, and probably I won't be out of the shower when you arrive. BUT! At least this time you can entertain yourself with CENTIPEDE as you wait! Hooray! (Good god, we're dorks) At any rate, YAY! And I'll see you Saturday!

from idiot-milk :

Hello, pretty girl! I don't know if you'll be around, but on Saturday the 17th, we're having a sort of mini-Kabab-a-Pallooza. Nothing terribly exciting, just some kababs with a coconut-y, tangy marinade, and some rice pilaf. Oh, and you can tell that boy of yours that I'm making the bread pudding with the whiskey sauce on it. After, I'm going to try like hell to convince the homo to go to the friendly neighborhood goth-y bar. Though don't hold your breath as he's a flighty and wishy-washy sort of homo. Honestly, it's like pulling teeth to get him out of the house sometimes. I mean, I know can have moments of shutinness myself sometimes, but he's worse than I am! At any rate, let me know if you're interested, miss lady.

from idiot-milk :

Hmmm. I'm not sure. I think probably not on the dancing, but I'll wait and see what's going on Saturday night before I say for sure. I think the homo is inviting some people over for a weenie roast with s'mores on Saturday around 7ish to which you are cordially invited, should you feel inclined towards some WEINERS! HOT WEINERS! YAY! After that, mention was made of going to see that Spiderman movie around 10 or so. But possibly dancing after? I'm not sure. I will just have to wait and see how I feel after the movie. And, well, when you get right down to it, we're flaky people so all those plans could come to nothing. Well. Except the WEINERS. For, as you know, I DO love me some hot weiners.

from idiot-milk :

You know what's really gross about centipedes? What they eat. For, you see, centipedes eat cockroaches. I mean, that's not the only thing they eat, but if you see a centipede, it's a safe bet that you've also got cockroaches lurking somewhere. The stupid science homo told me that, and I've been freaked out about it ever since. *shudder* Just thought I'd share some creepy information with you! `K bye!

from idiot-milk :

I believe that the parade is at 1, so we're going to head over there in the noonish region. And then probably we'll wander for a bit amongst the homo-types. And then, around 7ish, we'll have the people over for the weenies and assorted frozen alcoholic beverages. And THEN, maybe 9ish? we'll head over the ComFest. I'm not sure about drag queen softball on the next day. We'll have to wait and see what happens. And there's a chance of dancing after ComFest, probably at Outland, but I'm not entirely sure about that either. Give me a call when you get a chance, and let me know if you're down for any of those plans, pretty lady!

from idiot-milk :

Or, wait...is it "WIENERS?" Why can I never remember how to spell that word? Anyway, carry on.

from idiot-milk :

WEINERS! HOT WEINERS! Ahem. And by that I mean...on Saturday, instead of big gay dancing, we're going to roast some WEINERS and then walk over to ComFest. Also, earlier in the day, we're going to the big gay parade and to the big gay festival thingie at the end of the big gay parade. Assuming they're doing that festival thingie. Which I guess they are. Or, at least, they usually do. I DO know that they ARE having the big gay parade around one-ish. Anyway, if you're interested in joining us for any of either the big gay festivities, or the weiner roast/ComFest adventure, just let me know! Muah, kitty!

from idiot-milk :

from serenaville :

"i recognize that we are each our own unique and wonderful snowflake..." <---- That was great. I'm sorry, but that just begs to be stolen. Ahem. Allow me to rephrase: "I'm sorry, but that just begs for an *homage*." There. Much better. Hugs! :D

from sduckie :

that's what I'm sayin'! Ew! Thanks for backing me up on that nipple thing.

from sduckie :

saw the pics~ oldmaid you look soooooo beautiful in your dress!!!

from sduckie :

hi. your dress and veil sounds really nice. i'm sorry to hear that your mom is not being supportive... sometimes parents don't get that if you want an opinion you'll ask for it... but they always feel they have to GIVE it, y'know? but you are doing the smart thing, make your party simple and the way you want it so you can enjoy your day instead of being a big ball of stress! and a $400 fork?! that's more consumerism insanity! argh! you made the right decision, sister. not even an expensive fork has the power to make a good marriage. you go girl, be happy, keep writing. love, duck

from idiot-milk :

Amen, sister. I could use some drunken retardation myself. You just let me know when, and I will be there. Saturday nights are usually free, since I don't work the evil second shift job. Other than that, Monday is the only other night of the week I have free from the evil second shift job. This Saturday I believe I'm free, although we do have plans for dinner at Lu Lu's. Lou Lou's? Something like that. I've never been, which is why we're going. I think it's retarded that I've been here almost three years, and I've yet to try most of the independent restaurants in Columbus. Anyway. You are more than welcome to come along, if you're interested. Otherwise, we can meet up later. If Saturday is no good, just let me know and we can make arrangements for another night. Whee! Drunken nonsense!

from serenaville :

My heart went out to you, reading about your mother and how she's being about your wedding plans. That has to be maddening, amongst other things. Ultimately, it is your day, and what you both want is all that truly matters. I think your reception plan sounds lovely, and quite elegant. Too bad you couldn't adopt my mom, she's aces. Hope you can keep your sanity 'til the Big Day! *hugs*

from idiot-milk :

I practically slept myself retarded on Saturday and Sunday. But I must have needed it because I'm feeling much better now. Stupid two jobs. ALTHOUGH! Last night I discovered some VERY interesting things about abusing the sick time policy. Things they don't tell you in training because of just HOW easy it is to abuse the policy. I foresee a lot of "sickness" in my future! Whee! And what's better than curing a "sickness?" Outland! Whee!

from idiot-milk :

I'm sorry I couldn't make it to the boyfriend's party, sweetpea. I left work sickly, then fell into a coma. I had to run to the store, and that sapped what little energy I had left. I'm not doing a damn thing tonight except for slothing, and sleeping. These two stupid jobs will likely be the death of me before too much longer. At any rate...please don't hate me, and tell the boyfriend not to hate me! You know I'd rather be at a party than sitting at home feeling pukey and bitter. I hope it was super fun!

from sduckie :

ohmygod bad chicken. i hope you are ok. as for the purse thing, that's just consumerism i think, evidence that our culture is severely declining. i would rather hang out with an authentic, cool person with a cheap bag than a vapid, spiritless person with a cool bag, but hey, that's just me. and judging from your writing, you are very cool, down to earth, and self-possessed... coach or no coach. incidentally, do you think people would buy brown plaid scarves and bags and lipstick holders if they weren't coach? i mean come on, it's BROWN PLAID. ew. ok i digress. about the party, it's normal to compare oneself to an ex... but like you say, to look your best and have a good time... that is the best option. good luck and have fun.

from cornnugget :

The one-up-manship doesn't stop until you are really old and don't give a rats ass who is bathing you and changing your diapers. Don't even try to out-buy them...they're not happy, they're in debt. Laugh when you go to the mailbox and you have less bills than they do. They are slaves, YOU ARE FREE.

from idiot-milk :

OH, and also, because I know how you like to plan things in advance...the next party will be on May 29th. I'm telling people early this year, because it's Memorial Day weekend and a lot of people go away, or make plans or something. We're not certain yet on the theme, though. It was to be prom, but that could be tricky to pull off. Anyway, I'm done. All eyes back on YOU, babydoll! I hope you feel better soon! Bye!

from idiot-milk :

Hey, how do you like that Sonata stuff? I've not tried that one yet. I LOVE LOVE LOVE me some Ambien, but my doctor won't let me have it anymore because she says I rely on it too much. Jerky doctor. Also? Boys ARE dumb. And stuff. Er, that is all, I think. Feel better, kick some ass, take a nap.

from sduckie :

thanks. you make the most sense out of anybody (does that make sense?). um, you know what I mean... thanks for backing me up. as for your sleeping thing, i wondering if you have a very deep anxiety that might be worth looking into. thru therapy or hypnosis or something. cause it sounds like you are having some nightmares. that could either be an unresolved issue, or trouble dealing with daily stress (so you're trying to figure it out in your sleep). that's my guess. i hope it gets better and I hope you get some sleep! duck

from serenaville :

I saw a segment during some-show-or-another on Food Network about Moby's place! It looked hella cool, very minimalist and Euro, reminded me oddly of Ikea. Even the name, 'teany' was cool. Sounds like spending less time with the one friend is just the thing to do. Too bad we didn't know each other better, we could hang during your weekend in New York. Ah well. Enjoy, and please post a follow-up after your visit with all the deets! :)

from idiot-milk :

Stupid schedules. Well, maybe someday I'll get out to the lovely Outland with you children again. Who knows. How's 2005 looking for you? Let me know! I have every reason to believe that I might actually have cleared up my current mess by then, so will be in a better mood for the going out anyway. Whee! Blah. I just want it to be spring so I can sit out in my backyard and eat hot weiners and drink frothy frozen beverages. IS THAT REALLY ASKING SO MUCH?! Sigh. Anyway, hope you're having a lovely day at work today! Mwah!

from idiot-milk :

I'm sorry I didn't get back to you kids last night. I didn't get the message until late, and by then I was so wiped I went to bed. This week has been hell on wheels. BUT. In two weeks I have the weekend off again, so if you kids will be out, let me know. I WILL attend. I could sure as fuck use a night out. Eh...the 21st? the 20th? I don't remember which. Saturday of that weekend, whatever the date actually is. If you've got other stuff going on, no big deal. I'm hoping that with the new job, I'll be able to have more weekends free eventually. ONE of these days I'll be able to go dancing, I SWEAR TO GOD. Anyway, take care, be good, hugs and kisses!

from sduckie :

Thank you so much for the note with the hug. It made my day.

from serenaville :

Thank you for the comment sharing in my happiness, and for your support! I always want to leave you comments and encouragements, but the guestbook is so limiting and unforgiving. Why I haven't tried notes before is beyond me! You'll hear from me more often. :)

from idiot-milk :

Oh my yes, Friday is still on. More on than it's ever been. I am in desperate need of a round of face-drinking-off. For, along with the usual birthday desire for debauchery, I also have a GODDAMNIT-MY-CAR-IS-FUCKED-UP-ONCE-AGAIN need to drink my face off. But Lynnda, I can hear you exclaim, didn't you JUST have your car fixed? Why, yes! Yes, I did! But APPARENTLY the alternator (sp?) didn't listen when I told the car that we've blown our repair budget for the year. So, I'm turning 31, my car sucks, and GODDAMNIT, I need booze. We've been telling people 9ish. We'll have small fingery foods, and mixers, and some alcohol, though it's mostly BYOB. And did I mention I plan on drinking my face off? Sigh. WHY WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE, KARMA?! WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?! Anyway, give me a call for questions, comments or concerns. Otherwise I'll see you on Friday! Whee! (Oh, and P.S. I would be TOTALLY honored to officiate at your wedding if you find yourself in need of someone!)

from sduckie :

I like-a-you diary. You seem pretty level-headed about the whole wedding and living arrangement thing. I don't know why people get so crazy-opinionated about other people's relationships/weddings, but I can relate.

from idiot-milk :

You know what you need? You need to drink your face off in a couple of weeks with me! Yay! Well. That is, unless you're doing the whole business trip thing that weekend. Which I SINCERELY hope you're not. But if you are, we'll have to drink off faces another time. Not that the drinking off of faces will help, necessarily, but it could be fun. I'm sorry things are sucky. I'm sorry you are not getting the sleep you need. And I'm also sorry that Billy Ocean ever wrote the song "Caribbean Queen." That doesn't really have anything to do with your current festival of suck, but it's still a really awful thing. Anyway. Take care. Be well. Get a few good naps in. This too shall pass. Or something equally wise and sage. I'm pretty sucky at wise adages.

from captvfirefly :

I'm sorry you've had such drama lately - I know it can really bog you down. And? I'm on the pill too, and I have the crazy "I'm not supposed to HAVE this hormonal shift" weepy/cryfest/bitch sessions too. I don't understand it. Also - speaking as a person who's gone through a dissolution - afterwards you consider yourself divorced. Dissolutions are the same as divorces except quicker and usually less drama (as dissolution is not contested) - but, the end result is the same - no longer married = divorced.

from idiot-milk :

Those little BASTARDS! I cannot believe they did that! Well. Okay. Yes I CAN believe it. There are some fuckhead kids that live here. Jerks. Poor Ms. Lyndsay. I'm sorry you had such a sucky day.

from idiot-milk :

Psst! Dork! Just FYI and stuff, the OFFICIAL day for drinking and celebration of assorted birthdays is FRIDAY, February 27th, and NOT Saturday, February 28th. The homo can't do Saturday, and since it IS for his birthday, too (February 23rd), I thought maybe he might like to attend. Anyhoo, that is all for now. More details as I make them up. What I DO know for sure now is that we will be having the finger foods, and the mixers, and it is primarily BYOB, though we might have a little somethingsomething. We'll see. Other than that, I have no idea what might be going on. All I know for sure is that I will probably be drinking my face off and making an ass of myself. WHEE!

from idiot-milk :

Yay! Being scary is FUN! Goddamn, I hate my job. It makes me miss out on all kinds of fun things like LYNDSAY being a BADASS MOTHERFUCKER! Bah. Okay, you can apologize to this person all you want NOW, but the next time you're out, and she's out, and I get to actually go out, I want to see you make her cry! Yay! Woo! Heh. Kidding! I kid! (No, seriously!) Heh. ANYway...are you going out this Saturday? I'm off early, and I DON'T have to work on Sunday. So if you're planning on doing the dance-y dance-y thingie again, lemme know. If not, no big deal, but I thought I would check just in case.

from idiot-milk :

Families are stupid. I'll adopt you. I'm not even remotely maternal, but you'd totally be my favorite. Well. After my cat. But since he's never getting married, you'd always get all the attention where stuff like that is concerned. And he's always been a really shitty kid, you I'm sure you'd be way better by comparison. Shit. Did I just refer to my cat as my child? I need help. But so yeah, families are jerks, and I'm sorry you had a sucky Christmas, peanut.

from idiot-milk :

Awwww, poor kitty. Yeah, I think I'm not up for a goddamn thing this weekend. The chicken flu isn't relinquishing its hold on me. This BLOWS. I hope you feel better soon, little one, and just let me know if you need to borrow any of my Nyquil!

from idiot-milk :

Booby, I'm sick. And my sister will be in town tomorrow night. I'm going to try like hell to make it to the party, but I don't know that I can. A. the sickness and B. the sister is a butthead and doesn't feel like a party. So we'll see. BUT! I still DO very much want to dance or something this weekend. Or, well, sit around drinking in a dance-y place. Either way. So I'm doing all in my power to stop being sick, so I will be recovered by this weekend. Give me a call if you still feel up to doing something, peanut! I'll try to call you tomorrow, just in case you don't see this. Hmmm. Of course, if you don't see this, there's no point in telling you that I'm going to call you since you won't know anyway. Or something. I need sleep and more drugs. Be good, and I'll talk to you soon.

from captvfirefly :

Thanks for signing and letting me know I'm NOT crazy. See, I swear I'm not the jealous type, but the idea of him buying a birthday gift (just a few weeks ago) AND a Christmas gift for this girl who's only been in the picture 6 months (of $30 no less, and I am SLEEPING with the guy and only get a $50 limit?!) really gets under my skin. Here's the problem though - if I call him on it, he's going to get pissy and then I'm going to look like a possesive flake. Then again, if he DOES get irritated, then he can kiss my ass I suppose. Tis the season, eh? I hope the wedding planning is going well? Feeling like going to Vegas yet? :)

from idiot-milk :

Yes, I think kitty is going to be okay. It was Richard, and he has a urinary tract infection. Which, according to the vet, can be very scary indeed for boy kitties, but this time she thinks we caught it in time. We found him writhing around on his back howling and making the most awful noises. He wouldn't let anyone touch him and he kept hissing and trying to bite when we got near. He was obviously in great pain, and it freaked us out, so off to the vet we went. Poor little fat man had some many things stuck in so many bad places. The doctor said that he had crystals in his urine which were the cause of the pain, sort of like passing a kidney stone. And when left untreated, they can grow and grow until they completely block the kitty, and they can die. This time he seemed to pass it okay, and he's on the anti-biotics now to treat the infection. Also he's got some kind of prescription kitty food and he got a shot for something or other and they had to, um, tap his little, um, hoohoodilly to make sure he's not blocked. It was a fairly horrible vet trip, but he seems to be doing much better now. As soon as he got home, he beat the crap out of my cat, so I know he was feeling more like his usual feisty self. I have to say, I'm really glad that it wasn't the worst case scenario, because I have no idea what we would have done. The vet said that once it reaches the point of the cat's tract being completely blocked, the only option is surgery, and they tend to be around $1,000. Ack. So here's hoping that the meds and new food will keep him healthy!

from idiot-milk :

Weeeeelllll...I DO have to work until close, but I DON'T have to go in to work on Sunday until 1. And as long as you're talking 11ish or so (which is when I'd get home), then I think I would be down. I'm not sure how much actual dancery I will be up for, in that after being on my feet for nine hours straight they tend to hurt like a motherfucker, but I also figure that alcohol would probably help ease the foot suffering.

from idiot-milk :

No more Outland?! Dear god, the humanity. Well, I guess I'll just have to get my ass there for some hardcore dancery and nonsense before the wrecking crew arrives.

from red-wine :

Well? WELL?! How did it go??

from xanaxbabyx :

Yes erm that was me, sorry, you're added to both fav's now... I forgot that I was in my defunct account there.

from anabunny :

Just found your diary, read the entry about how you and your boyfriend are going to tell your parents that you're engaged. First of all, congrats on your engagement, and though I don't know you, I wish you all the happiness in the world. Second, good luck with your parents, and I hope that they aren't too startled by your announcement. Third, I just added you as a favorite. I'm going to have to find out how things with your fiancee and parents turn out!

from idiot-milk :

Yeah, I'll live. While it wasn't the best day ever, it also wasn't the worst day ever either. Thanks for the hugs, though. Hugs always do help. Mostly I just need a vacation and a couple of gallons of gin. THEN I'll be juuuuuusssst fine. Good luck with the whole announcement thing, girlie! And have a lovely Thanksgiving! Hopefully, sometime in the near future, we'll be able to coordinate schedules so we can actually go out together. whee!

from idiot-milk :

I suck. I meant to call yesterday, but I forgot. I was out when you called on Saturday, and I didn't have the kitty phone with me. When I got back, I didn't even think to check the voice mail, so I didn't get the messages until after midnight. GODDAMNIT. Did I mention I suck? Sigh. Well, maybe next time. One of these goddamn days I'd like to actually get out and do some dancing type stuff. Someday, someday.

from red-wine :

Aw, dang! That was the nicest thing anyone's said about me in long time. *sniff* Oh hey, wanna go get some 80's groove on Thursday? Last chance!

from captvfirefly :

Since I've been through the whole wedding thing, and I am a bit older (but not wiser), I'll give you my take on whether to include mrs. p-d. Don't do it. I know that may sound rude, but listen - your wedding is YOUR DAY. Do you really want someone who brings that much drama into the picture? I know you've been friends for a long time, but people change. I decided to kick one of my oldest friends out of my wedding party - it was hard, but she had completely changed into some mega drama queen and everything was "all about her." Wrong, it's all about YOU. So, if you have ANY doubts about including her, I suggest, for your sanity, that you don't. You can invite her to the wedding, or if you really must have her involved, have her do a reading or something like that. But with all the planning and whatnot you're in for, it's best to keep things as drama free as possible. That's just my rambling opinion.

from idiot-milk :

Lyyynnnnnnndsssssaaaayyyy...I feel like a staaaaaallllllkerrrrr. I love "juice." Anyway, what are you up to on Thursday? Feel like some cheesy 80's dance music? Huh? Huh? Do ya?! Wanna drink some gin and Fresca and shake yer monkey maker?! Huh?! (Heh. "Monkey maker." I actually meant "money maker", but "monkey maker" is funnier. Heh. MAN ALIVE, I LOVE ME SOME "JUICE.") Anyway so yeah. Lemme know, kay?

from idiot-milk :

Yay for days off! I have the day off, too! Huzzah! I'm going to be spending it scrubbing bloody handprints off of my bathroom and kitchen walls! Goddamnit. Anyhoo, as you probably already know, the 15th is the night of that Skye girl's going away festival of going awayness, so I guess no dancy-dance that night. BUT. Someday soon, very soon indeed, I need to go DANNNNNCCCCCCCCIIIIINNNNNG. Sigh. Although, with all the exploding eardrums and stupid work schedules, who knows when that might happen. BAH. Anyway. I'm off to go stare at pretty, shiny things while I let the coma cough syrup take effect.

from idiot-milk :

Hey, and what about you for the 15th? I left a note for the Skye girl saying that if she's not doing other stuff, or if that's not the night of her going away thingie, maybe she'd be down for a raucous-last-hurrah-rock-star-style dancing evening, and I was hoping maybe you, too, would be down for it. Just let me know whenever you get a chance. Whee! Dancing!

from trail-mix :

Yay!!! Hooray!!! I'm so happy for you! When we got engaged, we told his parents on Thanksgiving too (my parents knew that night: October 11th). We got married in December! Cool! December weddings are the best! Our anniversary is Christmas Day because well... everyone had the day off, and it's a nice day to be with family. Anyway... I'm so happy for you. :)

from captvfirefly :

Congratulations on your engagement!! I'm so happy for you :)

from cdghost :

pretty layout

from red-wine :

You're! Going! To! Vegas! How jealous am I right now? Gaahhhh!

from red-wine :

Hey lady, I didn't get your message until this morning. What's up? Oh, and are you going movie-ing with us tomorrow? You should, all the cool kids do.

from red-wine :

Almost axed from Poutland. *gasp*! And you wonder why I avoid the joint; it's like being inside a bipolar monkey's brain. You never know if the staff will be sane on any given night. So this Annie...do I know her? And more importantly, want I should kick her ass?

from captvfirefly :

You know, it's funny you mention how you felt like you should hide your purchase - I felt the same way! Cotton underwear for me too. (Hey, I had already gone out for the exciting stuff, that was just the afterthought.) It's always awkward standing there in line - half the time I watch 14 year olds buying skimpy, see-through stuff. Talk about weird.. I'm so old. *sigh*

from idiot-milk :

Poor sickly girl! Food poisoning is the absolute worst. I hope you are much recovered. Hey, tell me this, though, is that boy of yours still having a thing on the 6th? Or have I got the date right? I'm trying to figure out which weekend to take in September, and I'll take that one off so as to not miss another of his parties. Let me know whenever. Be good! Have a better day, butterbean!

from wanderboot :

sorry to hear of jess's woes. although none of the specifics are the same I related to that entry way too well. And the insurance catch-22, great system we have. hope things improve for ya.

from la-the-sage :

Hey! Thanks for leaving a note. Thank you as well for the nice things you said in it! Guess it must be a grass is greener thing, but I've always had this longing to find out who and what I'd be if I hadn't ALWAYS been in a relationship. I have absolutely no idea if I'd even exist if I weren't half of something. Putting on your life would be a thrilling adventure for me. And I'm dead certain if it came down to it, you would NOT trade your life for mine. Pre-dawn rising to cook eggies and toast for a small tyrant? The PTA? Grocery shopping with every other family member's tastes and preferences memorized and nary a clue about what you yourself would like for dinner if you had the choosing of it? Having the driver's seat and mirrors out of adjustment EVERY time you got in your car because someone else drives it too? Trifles, maybe, but symbols of a larger life ever divided amongst those I married and birthed. Sorry, didn't mean to whine. Just feeling CROWDED at the moment and dreaming of a studio apartment I'd live in ALONE. ~LA

from trail-mix :

Dude... you just need a big fat HUG! So here! ... XXX ... Consider yourself hugged. ~ *reyanna* p.s. I think you're special.

from red-wine :

I am too familiar the feeling of "never enough". Maybe that's why I collect boys. Hmph. Anyway...mailed my thesis today, get paid tomorrow, off this weekend. Any plans yet? Thoughts? Ideas? Just drink til we puke?

from idiot-milk :

Well, if you can't, it's no big deal at all. Goddamn, why haven't we won the lottery yet? Then we wouldn't have to deal with all these stupid job schedules and whatever. We could just go out...well...all the time! How lovely that would be. Bah.

from idiot-milk :

I hesitate to even SAY it, because of the sucky nature of my life, but it MIGTH be possible for me to go out on Saturday. MAYBE. Thusfar my schedule hasn't been subjected to any massive changes, and I'm supposed to be off early on Saturday, and I'm supposed to have Sunday off. So we'll see. Though it's all up in the air since, these days, my schedule is frequently subject to change. But I will get back to you later in the week and we'll go from there. Gee, it sure would be nice to have a normal life where I could go out on the weekends. Bah.

from red-wine :

Erf. Sorry I missed Saturday night...I was mopey not feeling great. It's better that I didn't go.

from idiot-milk :

I SUCK! I thought your birthday was Saturday! I SUUUUUUUUUCK!!! Anyway. Happy birthday, pretty girl! I AM SO JEALOUS OF DON HO SINGING TO YOU!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!

from trail-mix :

Thanks for the note! My puppies are all better now! Yay!! I hated seeing them sick. I was very sad. And I'm sorry you were sick too. That sounded awful. I was making these, "oh no!" and "awww..." sounds while reading your diary today. I'm glad you're feeling better. :)

from trail-mix :

Hi! I just wanted to let you know that my marriage is going great so at least you know one marriage that is going wonderfully and will not end in divorce... ever! You're so strong. I admire that. Stay strong. ~ *reyanna*

from idiot-milk :

Poor kitty. I'm so sorry to hear about your aunt. I wish, as always, that I had something better or more helpful to say. But I do hope you still know that if you need absolutely anything at all, I'm here. Take care, lovely girl.

from red-wine :

Ugh. How crappy, dear. All the best to your family, and we'll miss you this weekend. :(

from red-wine :

Okay, this is unsoliticited. But...your friend is trying to get the best of it all. "Maybe" completely leave the man she wants to divorce? Oh, not even "divorce"...annul. Uh-uh. There's an adage about making a bed and lying in it. No way should she get out of this with her hands clean. There are plenty of things that we all want, but most of us stop to consider the longer term consequences. I just don't think that anyone should be able to flit into and out of a committment like that so easily. I'm not saying I hope anyone gets hurt, but someone needs to yank that cake out of her hands before she starts eating. (Oh gross...cliches much, Skye? Sorry.)

from idiot-milk :

Well, sage is, as you mentioned, useful with the cooking. It's good on sausage and I use it in rubs for pork or chicken. Also it's tasty in stuffing and in chili. Mmmmmm sage. It's one of my favorite herbs/spices. Yarrow is, well, I have no idea, but here are some uses I found online (http://mama.essortment.com/whatisyarrowp_plt.htm). Mint IS good in tea, and also mojitos ( http://www.webtender.com/db/drink/1435). Lavender is good when you dry it to use in pot pourri. It's supposed to be soothing and calming. There are lavender scented pillows (http://sonomalavender.com/uses.htm) that are supposed to relax you and help you sleep. Also it's nice to sprinkle in bathwater for a lovely, aromatherapy bath. Other assorted uses (http://www.nothyme.com/herbs/lavender.cfm)and (http://www.lavenderaustralia.com/htmls/lavender%20uses.htm). This is all I know. Carry on.

from l-e-a :

I leave love.

from pandionna :

I came over by way of idiot-milk. I am so, so sorry to hear about your kitty. Man, that just sucks. Hugs.

from fuzzy-grey :

One more thing. Beano. It helps relieve gas before you get it. 3 or 4 tablets before you eat your gas inducing meals. But I would also suggest looking into the Zone diet. Eating all that grain derived stuff is going to get your blood sugar SOARING, but the Zone is all about getting your body, blood, and eicosanoids healthy. Don't ask what eicosanoids are, I'm not exactly sure. Mmhmm.

from fuzzy-grey :

The Milky One put on her journal thingy to leave you a note because you're having a "bad week.".....Um...... (hooge big giant hugs from someone you don't know in an effort to make the world at least a tiny bit brighter)

from trail-mix :

I enjoyed reading your diary today. Hang in there, and keep your chin up. Everything will turn out peachy, I'm sure. And a string of not-so-good things happening always leads to good things! So yeah... hang in there! *reyanna*

from captvfirefly :

I am so sorry to hear about..well, everything. I wish there was something I could do to help! Sheesh, I can never think of anything appropriate to say, so I just wanted you to know that I'm sending you good vibes and I hope things look up soon! ~Lauren

from peth :

ditto, via idiot-milk. so sorry to hear your sad series of misfortunes. i went overseas several years ago and returned home to find out that my most favorite cat of all had been similarly struck. I was lucky to not have witnessed the event or the aftermath. Cat heaven is quite the party, keep this in mind. OH, and I'm also an old maid. good company to keep.

from trinabird :

I came here from idiot-milk. I'm sending hugs. I'm sorry about your cat, and whoever hit her and didn't even have the decency to move her off the road, or try to find you, is going straight to hell (even though I don't believe in hell).

from idiot-milk :

Oh peanut, I'm so sorry. I wish I had something better than that to say; something that might actually help. But I can offer a shoulder and some sympathy and maybe even some vodka if it would help. You know where to find us if you need anything at all.

from red-wine :

Oh no. My stomach turned reading that. I'm so sorry hon! If you need to get out or drunk or screaming or anything, give me a call.

from red-wine :

See if we ever bring you processed, nitrate filled cured meat again! Hmph! But I'm thinking they're safe in Leslie's car, as she's not a big Vienna sausage fan. Friday was like, way, way fun! I got the email about Boyfriend's party too...I'm so there!

from idiot-milk :

Oh sexy girrrrrrlllfrieeennnd...sorry. I was watching "Sixteen Candles" earlier. ANYway...I don't know if you kids discussed it last night, but Thursday is now off for I must be working early on the Friday. HOWEVER if you've nothing better to do Friday evening, what say you and me and a number of other party people do it up propah somewheres? Hmm? That is, unless I'm still dying from the SARS. Lemme know. Or Ms. Catkirk. Either way, little one. Man. This Nyquil is some shit, huh? Bye!

from idiot-milk :

Yes, well, as it turned out it wasn't the most ideal night for the grilling out. Mind you, that didn't stop us, but still. I wish to GOD this weather would stop sucking. Anyway, advance notice...keep July 26th free. Lesbian Fest 2003! Woo! Further updates as the situation warrants. Hmm..that is all for now, but perhaps in the near future we can get together for silliness and drunken revelry. I've decided to become debauched and dissipated this summer. Should be fun!

from idiot-milk :

Well, helllloooo there. So yeah, I don't know if you'd be interested, but we're cooking out on Saturday. Weather permitting, of course. Not anything amazing or big (Wienerpallooza is still in the planning stage); probably just a few of us eating weenies and drinking leftover punch. Maybe a mohito. Mojito? Something. Anyway, if you're interested, lemme know and we'll eat us some wieners! Otherwise we'll definitely have to get together for hijinx of some sort in the very near future. Mkay bye lady!

from red-wine :

Sooo...are you interested in attending a Christmas party (yeah, don't ask) on the 24th? Leslie (Syncope) and Lynnda (Idiot-Milk) are hosting. Promises to be a bang up time, and it's just right around the corner! Email me if you like, and I'll provide phone numbers, directions, etc. Don't worry, we're fun and goofy as hell. Not at all dangerous. Not even a little bit. Nope. Not us.

from red-wine :

Wow, I am SO dominating your notes! Anyway, as far as the prittee boys go, you're in a relationship so bah on you, but...there's a lot to be said for (as we call it) Sport Fucking, and, since you are not necessarily looking for The One, some good lovin' with a hotty brainless side of beef is perfectly okay. Just in case you needed validation. Which you don't. 'Cause I said so. Yeah.

from red-wine :

A-HA! It *was* you! Okay, a few things...Skully's wasn't that crowded, so boo on your friends. But they're having the blasted things twice a year now, so you'll have to hit the next one. Also, now that I've seen you, you're just a teeny little thing, so a few pounds won't even make a difference (coming from the former borderline body-dysmorphic speed freak), and "Pink Think" was a hysterical read, and yes, I understand that feeling that "Hey, that's not a bad idea!" and then wanting to kick yourself, and then not, 'cause who cares, etc, ad infinitum. Okay. Yeah, that's it. For now.

from red-wine :

Okay, so, I *think* I saw you at the show last night...wearing leather pants and a black tank-top type of shirt? If that was you, I was nearly next to you the entire time. Because I'm a moron, I didn't want to say anything until I was sure, thought I'd wait and see if you turned up at Sku11y's. Bah. SOMEDAY we'll be at the same place at the same time!

from red-wine :

I love your new layout! That picture is so you. Cute! And I'm still trying to find time to do some volunteer work...might not be til summer, but we've got to do SOMETHING!

from red-wine :

Dooode! I love the St James! I drag Leslie there frequently. Such a hipster place in such a fuggin' ghetto.

from red-wine :

Whew! The second part of your entry made me lost my train of thought....oh, yeah, it is very true about the libraries. We're getting together pamphlets and fact sheets to give to our patrons. If LLGSF is eliminated the library system will basically collapse. Ohio isn't the only state in trouble either. All of this after we *finally* got our levy passed. Just another reason to vote Democrat. <End rant>

from red-wine :

Wait, wait, wait! You were at Skully's last night? SO WAS I! Argh! I didn't see you!

from red-wine :

Oh, that's rich! We always had a theory that at Outland, the ickiness always emanated from the "normal" guy. Glad to know it hasn't changed much!

from funjules :

A checked flannel shirt at Outland? Yep, that's exactly when the warning bells should have gone off! What a weirdo.

from red-wine :

Hey, if you decide to volunteer, let me know. I'm interested too!

from red-wine :

Ha! I haven't been to Skully's in a couple of weeks (too damned cold) but I wonder if we've run into each other or know the same people? I used to bartend at Outland many, many moons ago.

from red-wine :

The Azoic, huh? My ex's cousin's band. I was there for their first show. Won't be attending this one though; ex will be there with the bitch he's marrying on Saturday. Hope you enjoy it though!

from red-wine :

What did you do???? Naughty girl!

from red-wine :

Wow, you think my life is interesting? I thought it was just pathetic! Thanks for reading anyway!

from red-wine :

Ahh, another single gal living with cats in C-town. So I'm not alone? Good to know!

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