I'm officially 31 years old today...I haven't broken a hip yet, knock on wood.

At last check I had something like 42 Birthday comments on Facebook, a couple offlines on Yahoo messenger and a few emails, my friends and family officially rock tits...jus sayin. 

So anyhow, Happy Birthday to me.

It started in the shower...no, I didn't wipe myself out like last time.  I'd just cleaned the massive gob of hair out of the drain to ensure maximum drainage when I was finished (Jesus, is it just me or was that bit of info a little on the gnarly side?), and I was about to relax and take one of those lazy bath/shower thingies.

Shea came in and said "Grandpa is trying to move Austins bed down the stairs."  I said "He'd better not be, you go tell him to STOP RIGHT NOW and wait for me to get done in the shower!"  I heard her go out there at yell to him to wait and not do it by himself.  She came back in and reported to me that he wasn't listening.  I told her, "Then you get your ass to the other room NOW so that you're close to the phone when you have to call 911 and stay the hell away from the stairs!"  I sense disaster before it happens. Always have a backup plan, kids!

Not even 2 minutes later, "Lookout!" BAM! CRASH! CRUNCH!  I turn the water off...
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!!!"

"It was the bed...I dropped it!"

*muttering* God dammit, I told him not to do it, but does he listen? No. *end muttering*

I hear brief conversation between Shea and my dad:
"The glass is broken."
"No!"
"Yes, it's pushed out."
"No!"

I squeeze the water out of my hair and throw a towel around myself and storm out into the entryway.  Looking at the wooden platform bed frame nicely lodged between the front door and the stairs, my dad sitting on the steps with a look of disbelief..."I TOLD you to wait!"

He went upstairs to call my mom at work and tell her that he was an idiot and he told me to finish taking a shower...clearly not the relaxing type I'd initially hoped for.  After I was done in the shower it took us a good 45 minutes to figure out a way to dislodge the frame.  We had to use a footstool to prop it up at one end, I had to hammer out the middle drawer with my fist (EPIC FAIL #2, bringing the frame down the stairs drawer side down. LOLZ), duct tape the remaining drawers shut and stand it on end without taking out a wall in the process.

The "broken" glass was the stained glass panel in the door, the frame pushed it out at the bottom, but it stayed in one piece.  I was able to pop it back in for the most part, it just needs some sealant to weatherproof it.

Fun times.

Austins bed is safely in his new room...thanks dad for not killing yourself, a kid, or an animal in the bed moving process...our adventures just keep getting better and better!

The girls just got home and instantly everyone is pissed off at one another.  Austin spent the majority of our time in town complaining about a stomach ache...to the point of me walking out of WalMart without buying what I went in there for.  You could say that I was slightly frustrated.  I did get to see Leanna though (sorry for my lack of visiting, I hope you came up with a remedy to your problem), that was nice.

I'm divorced now for those of you that have been asking/wondering.  It doesn't feel all that different since we've already been apart for just over a year.  Don't congratulate me or anything, it's rather bittersweet, but I suppose I'm glad the "worst" is over and done with.  We're friends, we talk, we're good to go...jus sayin.

A couple of you have asked me why I haven't blogged lately and I believe you understood my reasoning.  I don't want to end up saying something that I'll regret just because I'm in a bad mood, so I usually end up biting my tongue and letting it roll off my back.  Blogging isn't the only thing I've been neglecting, my photography has taken a leap off a very tall cliff.  I'm not sure where the inspiration went, it might have gone away with the sunshine though.  The last months worth of my "52 Weeks" project on Flickr have been cell phone shots and I'm pretty pissed at myself for being such a lazy ass.

I have a baby shower to go to this weekend and I'm pretty stoked to be able to capture some memories for Tiffany and her family.  I can't wait until we finally do a maternity shoot too...I really need to find the time to make it up to Marysville.  I miss hanging out with her and her family so much!  I also hope to be able to hang out with Shirley this weekend, so she'd better not be too sick to hang out this time or else ima hafta beat someones ass!

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease AND flour a 9x13 pan.

Crazy Cake:
3 cups flour
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup baking cocoa
2 t baking soda
1 t salt
2 T vinegar
2 t vanilla extract
1 cup oil
2 cups water

Be sure to mix well, but don't over mix! Bake immediately for approx. 30-35 minutes.

Recipe can easily be halved and will take about 25 minutes in an 8x8 pan @ 350 degrees.

After cake is completely cool, you can either add frosting or eat it as is, I for one, love a good cream cheese frosting! :)

Cream Cheese Frosting: (Paula Deen's Recipe)
1 pound cream cheese, softened
2 sticks butter, softened
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 cups sifted confectioners' sugar
Chopped pecans and fresh raspberries or strawberries, for garnish

In a large mixing bowl, beat the cream cheese, butter and vanilla together until smooth. Add the sugar and on low speed, beat until incorporated. Increase the speed to high and mix until very light and fluffy.

Recipe by Biodad! =]

I kinda feel like ass tonight.  My head hurts, I'm dizzy, I had some palpitations earlier too...maybe I'm just falling apart.

As usual, I have no weekend plans...I was gonna try to go out with some friends Saturday night but everyone's doing different things and sometimes it just feels like more of a hassle than it does fun.  Maybe I just like everything planned out too much, I dunno.

I had the best time with my biodad Wednesday and Thursday, that guy cracks me the hell up!  I called him up out of the blue and asked him what he was up to, he invited me over for dinner Wednesday and by dinner I mean salad, steak, baked potato, corn on the cob and beer. lol  We ate and ate till we were about to explode and then he suggested that we go to the store to get some ice cream to make some banana milkshakes.

We ended up buying french vanilla ice cream and Oreo's.  We got back to his place and he baked a friggin cake.  hahaha  So...we have cake, and we're in the kitchen attempting to make milkshakes for the 2 of us and we're just cracking up because we have no idea what we're doing, but we're concocting something dammit!  We end up with 5 bananas, almost an entire half gallon of ice cream, 10 Oreo's and some milk.  We didn't even drink half of it. 

Did I mention there was cake?  Ugh. 

Neither one of us ate again until about 3pm on Wednesday.  We went to Denny's and scarfed down some food like it was goin' outta style.  We laugh so much when we hang out, it's awesome!

I have/had a couple videos that I might post if Chris didn't delete em after I sent em to him.  I accidentally deleted all my pics/vids off my phone when I switched to my new one today.  Oops!

Ok, so forgive me right now for sounding like a complete bitching asshole, but today...today really sucks for me.

It's technically my 11 year wedding anniversary, yet the last 5 months we've lived apart and are just now about to file divorce papers.  I have so many good memories of the past and then I have these last 5 months.

I'm annoyed because I feel forgotten, I don't feel significant anymore, I feel like my purpose has been so altered that I'm unrecognizable, I'm fettered and alone.  I wanted to hear something, anything, an apology, a sarcastic comment, a sigh...but nothing.  I know I shouldn't expect anything, but that doesn't change that fact that I wanted it.

For what it's worth.....Happy Anniversary Claude.  There were definitely more good times than bad, more laughing than crying and more memories than not.  You played a major role in my young adulthood, you've been with me for half of my life, you'll always be stuck with part of me and I'm thankful to be stuck with part of you.  I'm sorry that things got sucky and that it came to this, but it did and I love you regardless.

March 15th might just be another day, but part of me is stuck back in 1998.

The subject is totally irrelevant to anything I have to talk about, however, I am wearing pink polka dotted socks.  Jus sayin.

I can't believe that I haven't blogged in over a month!  That's so unlike me, but I guess I've just felt too bombarded lately to attempt an explanation of my insanely ossim life.

By the way, Andes mints totally rock my socks off.  I know that was random, but meh, you'll get over it wontcha!

Kalayah has lost 2 teeth in the last month, Shea is as unpredictable as a 17 year old and Austin has graduated from constantly shitting his pants to peeing at WalMart and pooping at Ross.  YAY!  I'm doing good for those of you who give a rats ass, I've been having a pretty good time actually, I met up with Dirthill (Keith Haskey in case you don't know the Dirthill story) last Saturday, it was awesome hanging out with him again after 11 years.  I know I won't shut up about it, but dude, we were such great friends in school and then after graduation I didn't hear shit from him, I got married, we both had kids, he moved to Montana and just within the last year we got back in touch because of the wonderful land of MySpace. 

We hung out at the Pourhouse with my friend Jason, his friend Jana and Claude showed up later to listen to music.  We talked, listened to the music (you need to go check out Audrey's On Fire if you don't already know who they are!)

I know that I started this blog at 6:35pm yesterday, but it's no where as good as it should be for taking this long.  You guys keep hounding me about it:
"Where's the damn blog post already?" -Terry
"oooohhh, a nearly five hour blog, should be gooooooood ;) -Liza

You guys rule.

For those of you that keep asking, I'm not "seeing" anyone, I'm just hangin out doin whatever I want...call me?!  ROFL!  Seriously though, I kinda sorta half assed it with Chris, but it just wasn't fair of me, I was way too emotional and going through too much to keep my head on straight.  We're awesome friends and we talk every day no matter what.  Then there was Joe, Joe and I hung out with our kids, played games at his friends house and busted out some Guitar Hero, I adore his kids and his mom is hilarious, he's awesome but once again, we both have some serious baggage going on.  We both have trust issues, we've both been through the ringer and he's planning on joining the military.  He's great support for me because he's been through this bs too, it's nice to have someone identify with.

As much as I want a committment, I don't want to jump the gun and end up in a relationship that isn't truly fulfilling, so for now, I'm just taking life a day at a time.

I'm not gonna bother looking for love, I'm sure it'll find me some day...

Check these guys out!

Last night since there was supposed to be some big ass storm, so my dad filled the bathtub with water (because when the power goes out we have no water because we live out in BFE and get our water from a well) so that we would be able to flush the toilet. lol

So I drained that this morning so I could take a shower.  I'd really contemplated just leaving it there and going upstairs to take one, but meh, too lazy.

So I put the bath mat in there because HELLO! SLIPPERY WHEN WET!  and THEN I proceeded to step into the wet tub, but not on ever so iffy bath mat which seriously wouldn't have made a difference at all since the tub was already wet.  So my left leg went that way and my right leg went this way and my ass was like...stuck on the side of the tub,  shampoo bottles were crashing around and Austin is standing outside of the tub yelling at me..."Mom!!!  You're stupid!"  So I ended up with an instant bruise on my right thigh, and I'm workin' on one on my lower right leg and my upper left arm.  I think my ass is fine, but one never knows.

I'm sure I'll be in pain tomorrow once my body figures out that I tried to off myself with the fuckin' bath tub.  Again.

I have to dedicate this to my new friend Nicholas who rather enjoys falling on his ass trying to get to work. hahaha  Sorry dude.