Life in Color Photo

About Bj and I:

-We rode the same bus in middle school.

-We went to the same high school.

-We didn’t meet until my junior year in college.

-I introduced myself to him.

-He was my first kiss at 21 years and one month old.

-Not only have I never dated or kissed any one else, I’ve never even held another guy’s hand.

-He is a year and a half younger.

-He is exactly a foot taller than me.

-Our first “real” date was Zoolander.

-I didn’t know if I loved him for over a year. Now I know I could never love anyone more.

-We started flirting over door refinishing. Bj: “Oh I just happen to have this super stripper in my car, and these work clothes, you want help?”

-A couple years ago we broke up for two weeks and I cried during crew practice.

-Bj is short for William Henry Garrison V (I know!)

-His best friend is my brother.

-I’ve never flown with him, but I have driven 10,548 miles around the United States in his company.

-When we’re apart I sleep with “Willbear” and he sleeps with a stuffed puppy named “Alpster”

-Our four year anniversary is October 1st.

So this weekend was good. I spent most of it scrapbooking. Working on this Halloween album and this lunch pail for eBay. I like doing stuff for eBay because it’s fun to scrapbook, and I feel no guilt taking time to scrapbook when I know I am going to put it up on the block. It helps get my creative juices flowing, like a warm up before a race or something. Plus using up scraps and stuff is so cool. So check them out.

So I went up to Bj’s parents with him this weekend. They live up in the Tri-Cities in Washington. I like visiting with his parents, but the area is not my favorite. Really brown, and I’m used to really green. I did get to test drive a Mustang GT and a V6 (you know to tell the difference). I really want this car, it is so so so so so so so HOT. However I do have this little twinge of guilt about saying goodbye to my baby. But she’s 16 years old. 🙁 I hope my stepbrother will drive her so I can still see her.

-Sam is back in America and home on Friday, hoorah! 
-Postcards from Japan, Love you Taro!
-Creating and creating and creating until well, 2:43 am right now.
-Pedicures (and especially the color: Kennebunkport)
-My Tivo, my mom’s Tivo, Bj’s Tivos (as Shannon said, "Your quality of life definitely increases with a Tivo, so true).
-The old hand quilted quilt on my bed right now.
-Text messages from Bj.
-Comments on my blog.
-Rediscovering old favorite songs.
-The end sequence in Love Actually. Makes me want to go sit at an airport.

oh and "I less than three geeks" = "I <3 geeks" = "I heart geeks" But I’m not geeky enough to get the HTML to work for a heart 🙁

Are you a certified geek?  Then you know what I’m talking about. So this weekend was really nice. I got to have Bj here From Friday night until last night half way through Family Guy (haven’t watch that in a while and the beginning was so funny!). Saturday I actually worked on getting a lot of stuff done since Bj was out working and then Sunday I got to go cropping with Sue! It was so great to just be creative and hang out with girls while drinking Diet Coke! I also got to see Angela who I hadn’t seen in forever. I came back to Salem in the afternoon and Bj was detailing his old car because he’s going to sell it (a really clean 16 year old Accord, interested?). I couldn’t believe how good it looked so I had to pull mine up. Vacuumed the inside and did all the windows. I found some interesting stuff crammed in between the seats. Well candy mostly. 🙂 Then we chilled while watching one of our new favorite shows, The War at Home. Bj left just after nine and I stayed up until three working on a very cute project for eBay. Ahh it was a good weekend.

Ya, so today SUCKED. Well more like it was just plain annoying. First of all my mom woke me, well it was to ask me if I wanted anything from the store, but still. Then I went to sleep and had weird dreams that I can only sort of remember but I woke up very agitated. Plus (and I just have to say this to put it in perspective) I am PMSing so that’s not good. So I go to get my wax job. Had to go to a new a place since I moved (and not like the last girl was a big winner with the wrong way pull on my bikini line, OW!). So I decided to go to the place by my house, and no I did not ask before I went how much it was, but how much could it be I thought. I had to have my undearms and bikini done because I was starting to feel like an ape. And now that Bill is back from his hiking trip I can’t go in the pool looking like this. So I went, and it was fine. Like 10, maybe 15 minuets if you include my lady having to go flip the fuse because the lights went out. So then I go up and the receptionist asks if I want to put gratuity on the card too, I say sure, how much was it. And she goes, “that will be SEVENTY FIVE DOLLARS” OH SHIT. What! How the heck. Hey I’m not wild, it’s no brazilian. God. Then I think to myself, well now I know how my beautician is going to Cancun tomorrow. AHHHH.

So then I’m super pissed off about that, and I have to go out to Lancaster. Lancaster sucks. It’s like this street is a gigantic strip mall, with horrible traffic and way to steep drives into parking lots so you always scrape. And when ever you go to the Michael’s there some old person is crossing the street to the Old Town Buffet for like half an hour. It never fails. There is always an old person herd, and then I can’t even park. And then I do and I have to deal with the people who work there. God, it’s no wonder I couldn’t find the hand drill last time. I mean, why didn’t I think to look next to the knitting. Of course it would be there, silly me. So I had to return faulty merchandise. Then I ask where a Staples is. Well there isn’t one in Salem it turns out so I get to go get totally taken advantage of at the Office Max for my yellow ink (which I needed because my printer won’t even print black and white with out the yellow ink being full, which makes a lot of sense).

So I go home and get ready to go to Bj’s and everything is looking up. I got some great new ribbon and it’s yummy so I get to play with that tomorrow. So I get my iPod all loaded up and hop into my car. I’m driving to Beaverton for the first time since the incident so I’m really careful and slow and drive in the slow lane most of the way. Now part of the way I have this old Ford truck just stuck on my rear. I do not understand this. He tailgated me for at least five minuets with no one in the other lanes, and I was behind a semi so it’s not like I could speed up. Then after a few minuets he swerves around me (you know how impatient pissed people swerve, like you’ve ruined their whole day or something) and glares over at me. I’m sorry, so sorry that you are to stupid to pass me, and you can’t get me to speed up by intimidating me.

I get to Bj’s and we take my car because we realized that the front tire is low (for like the sixth time which means it probably has a leak and I’ll have to have it fixed) and we have to go fill it. We pull into the second gas station we find (the first one did have air of course). I start to fill the tires because Bj is patient enough to teach me how to do it, and I look over and the guy parked next to us licks his lips and nods at me. Um, what? Ew. I thought only happened in movies. Then he keep staring and me looking me up and down. We get in the car and Bj’s like, “well that guy was cracked out of his mind, and I think we got in the middle of a drug deal between him and the attendant with the tatoo on the back of his head.” Great.

Besides seven workers at Borders coming up and asking me if I needed help while on their computers (no leave me along) the rest of the night went well. Burger King for dinner and the O.C. Now I think I just need to chill. Phew.

I’ve replaced one of my little list things on the side. The music one. To reflect the strong influence the O.C. has had on my ear. If you want to find any songs from any episode this is a great link. Just click on OC Music. And then the season you want. Be careful of this site though, they have spoilers. Oh no. But the song I am really happy I found is not from the O.C. (but I can picture it on there), I heard it yesterday on Kink – the best radio station ever! It is "Tired of Being Sorry" by Ringside. I ended up buying the whole album, it’s great. So ya, Kink is the best station. It’s still privately owned holding strong in a world of Clear Channel stations that are very un-unique. They have the coolest hours on the FM dial. I remember around Y2K they had the top 100 artists, and my dad would call me every day (or week?) and tell me who they were. At the end of that they gave out all 100 artist’s complete collections to a winner. It was hundreds of CDs. So cool! They don’t stick to one genre, and it’s a real mix. They put out their own live albums. And I realized today that their website rocks too. They have an updated playlist so if you can remember about what time you heard the song you can find it!  That is so cool. Love them.

I had fun with ribbon today. I have been overly stressing about my projects for the Ribbon Jar, I think. Like I’m afraid they have to be perfect and totally unique because I own the store and have access to hundreds of kinds and thousands of yards {which is actually very overwhelming sometimes}. So today I just decided to have fun and get some things done so I could get my newsletter out and announce the sale!  That’s right we are having the first ever sale over at Ribbon Jar. I wanted to clear out some summery stuff (even though I love, love, love everything).  I’m running out of room for all the cool new stuff we are getting, so I had to do it. It’s all 25% off so check it. Anyway… I made this A earlier, love how it turned out. It was so easy, just a circle punch and patterned paper, glue and ribbon (duh). These letters are on sale at Kmart for $2.50. So go get one, it’s fun (check the baby aisle).

Oh ya, and that is probably all the work my cute scale will ever do. I thought, I’ll use this for orders. Then I realized you have to buy like 200 yards to go over a pound. Oops. I also did one of my favorite ribbon projects ever. I saw this once in a boutique and it turned out to be so easy.

If you got my newsletter, directions are in there, if not watch the ideas page, it will be updated soon. That’s all from the ribbon front. Can’t wait to go make a blue version of this blanket, it’s so soft and yummy. 🙂

I am not lying when I say that I have not done ANY physical activity in weeks, lo – not since sailing. And dammit my butt is sore from walking around the stupid neighborhood with my mom this morning. That’s right. I am sore from walking. I feel like I ran a friggin marathon. That’s it. I’m plugging in the PlayStation and letting Maya give it to me. I need a kick in the ass. No lying here. I weigh almost 124.6 (completely naked of course after just going to the bathroom, the only correct way to weigh yourself). That is dangerously close to 125, a number I have NEVER gone over. That is the weight of a coxswain for a boy boat. AHHHH. And look, look what happens with very light clothing and a camera. I have flubbably bits everywhere, new ones pop up every day. Have you heard of back fat. It’s not fake, it happens to good people like me. I’ve grown “fat boobs” and they’re annoying. They jiggle and shit and it sucks. Please DO NOT say, “oh, but you’re so tiny. blah, blah, blah.” Everyone is different. I come from a seriously tiny family. I am 5″3″ and petite. For me to be this heavy (and most importantly) out of shape is horrible. I have good genes and am letting them go to waste! So something must be done:
Goals:
    -weigh 111 pounds (totally doable, usual weight for my non wobbly self)
     -get my “ballet body” back: tight tummy, little boobies, strong legs
     -no back pain. I thought this was an old person exaggeration. But it sucks, and I know it’s because of this damn back fat I’m carrying around.
     -be flexible again, and I don’t mean like the scheduling type.
     -no more headaches. I’m pretty sure from watching the Biggest Looser that loosing lots of weight cures all problems, so let’s hope for this too.
      -fit into my clothes. extremely important for budget reason as well as personal pride.
     -it would be nice to flex and see a little muscles in my arms, but I’ve never had that, so let’s not get too crazy here (besides lifting things sucks, no?)

How is this going to happen:
      -DRINK WATER IDIOT it’s free, tasteless, and that gross throat sticking together sensation will go away.
      –dance dance, YF, whatever, get moving lazy.
      -limit candy (very risky as large part of my personality IS sugar based)
      -count calories. It’s not hard. It works, it’s free, and I already have that handy book.

Why the heck am I putting this on my blog?  Because I am owning up. Because I am really good at wearing slimming outfits and tucking bits behind loose clothing, and some strategically tight stuff. Besides I don’t have a huge readership and I’m sure you’re all relatively nice people. So I’m doing it. And I’m going to fit into that awesome snoball dress (well skirt and top, let’s not get picky) and make Bj take me somewhere fancy in it. You will, won’t you babe? I’ll look hot, super swear. Damn those mini Butterfingers in the freezer.