+ confessions of a red-headed stepchild: July 2005

Thursday, July 28, 2005

dukes of hazard st. johns style

I am making a sign.

It says “What part of two lanes don’t YOU understand?”

There is a major construction project on the St. Johns Bridge. My morning trip over the bridge is painless, a little slow but painless. However, the way home is enough to make you want to gouge your eyes out. I listen to rap music to get myself in the mood. Otherwise, I end up acting like the rest of the lemmings, breaking the law and causing the biggest traffic jam EVER, for Portland.

There are two lanes leading up a ramp to the bridge. There is a turn signal on the highway below that indicates when it is safe to cross over the lane of oncoming traffic to go up this ramp. When traffic gets backed up on the ramp (PEOPLE NOT USING BOTH LANES AND DRIVING SINGLE FILE DOWN THE MIDDLE) it is impossible to get off the highway. I waited through 4 green lights yesterday.

I have figured the best way to deal with these assholes is to lead by example, use two lanes, prove to everyone that you are not trying to steal their place in this world and when all else fails honk your horn wildly and yell obscenities. It is almost like people "get it" when they are trapped down on the highway, but once they are on the ramp it is back to the American tradition of: I only care about me and my own, FUCK everyone else. People are using their vehicles to squeeze and block and control and I hate being controled!

Don't bother calling the police they don't care.

And then a truck stopped in front of my house, removed a manhole cover and started dumping suspicious waste into the waterway. The truck said "Dukes" on the side and had New York plates.

After emptying the contents of their tank they sped off leaving the manhole uncovered. That is a 10-15 foot drop into the sewer. Considering we are at an elevated threat level, you wouldn’t think it was that easy to dump anthrax, or other toxic materials into our public water system...but it is.

And the police don't care about that either.

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

so there you have it

Maybe it is the warm weather, the camping trips and the bbqs. Maybe it is the garden that needs watering, the soccer games I am supposed to go to and all of the sex I am not having...

But I just don’t feel like blogging. And for some reason that gets jumbled in with all of the other things I need to be doing that aren’t getting done and someone gets flipped off throughout the course of my day because I just can’t take all of the demands I put on myself.

Monday, July 25, 2005

a couple of scares and then a few laughs

1. We are all gonna die!
2. WTF?
3. Caught on film.
4. Tom is totally out of control.
5. Since I hate Anne, I loved this.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

when i am not blogging...

I am usually involved in one or more of the following activities:

playing with the busy bee
Picture 525

sunbathing
statuette

cathing up with old friends
pre-high-school-re-union drink

love her

baby mamas

making fun of pirates
arg

seeing right through you
sorry for blinding you with the flash

spending time with fellow redheads
d-o-t-s-o-n squared

rockin' out with my cool hesher friends
skullette

growing flowers
foxy yes

tending to my garden
not nearly enough room part 1

not nearly enough room part 2

and sailing
sailing

who said I wasn't refined?

Friday, July 15, 2005

friday confessional or "mr. green jeans"

I didn't name them.

A concerned citizen did over cocktails.

He leaned in to tell me that he was really impressed with the fashion sense I was slowly instilling in his friend. But he wanted to know if there was anything I could do about "Mr. Green Jeans", a skin tight pair of dark green, stretchy, high water jeans. I told him I was working on it. And by working on it I threw them away while the person was out of town the following weekend. Along with a white pair of "boks".

Monday, July 11, 2005

if you ever have time to kill

never fear...ljdrama is here!

This site is totally sweet.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

your alphabet biatch!

A: If you could be any ANIMAL in the ocean, what would you be?

A dolphin or an orca. Because I want to be pretty.

B: Other than food, what is the last thing you BOUGHT for yourself?

Bras. Super sexy ones.

C: How many COUNTRIES have you been to?

One. Isn't that pathetic?

D: What is your favorite ride at DISNEYLAND?

I think it is Pirates of the Carribean, but I am basing that on memories nearly 23 years past.

E: Do you believe in ESP?

Yes. And I most recently dreamed that I went through a 5.4 earthquake. So get under your desk and stay there.

F: Have you ever FAKED listening to your friend talk?

I think I have ADD really bad. I don't ever mean to but sometimes I am distracted. I love my friends and want to listen, I really do.

G: Have you ever fired a real GUN?

Yes. Lots of guns.

H: Regarding surfing, do you know what the term "HANG Ten" means?

I feel like I should. But I don't.

I: Is Michael Jackson INNOCENT or GUILTY?

Both. I love him and feel so bad for the direction his life has gone. He never had a childhood and I think he is trying to have one, even though no one is capable of understanding that.

J: Do you wear JEWELRY?

Yes. Two bracelets, ear rings and a necklace! I am all girl.

K: Have you ever KILLED an animal?

No. Never. Oh wait. I forgot about fishing. I hate the idea. I will probably never fish again. But I guess I have killed an animal. Yuck.

L: What was the LAST thing you mailed?

My ten year high school reunion RSVP.

M: Who is your favorite MUPPET character?

Kermie.

N: Have you ever been to a NUDIE bar?

A lot. More than the average girl, but less than a dancer.

O: Can you change your own oil?

I am sure I could. I don't want to though.

P: Did you attend PRESCHOOL?

Yes. The Three Bears.

Q: Do you know what a QUAHOG is?

Nope.

R: Have you ever RIDDEN a horse?

Yes. I have owned horses and I used to compete in gymkanas. Do you know what a gymkana is?

S: Have you played any organized SPORTS in your life?

I am on two soccer teams.

T: Do you owe or are you getting money back from last year's taxes?

Does the rest of the world know that there is a county tax in Portland? And they don't take money out of your check for it, so you have to pay at the end of the year. I paid out more to the county than I got in refunds from federal and state.

U: Do you own an UMBRELLA?

Yes. It has puppies and kittens on it.

V: Do you exercise your right to VOTE?

Do I breathe?

W: What's your ideal WEATHER forecast?

All sun, 80-90 degrees with ice cold beers in reach and shade to protect my oh so delicate skin.

X: What was your last X-RAY u had taken?

At the dentist. I hate them and feel like they are stealing my soul. With all this soul stealing it is a wonder that I have one left. Or do I?

Y: Do you own a YELLOW shirt?

I just got rid of it last Sunday. I wore it on my old soccer team, the Lemondrops.

Z: how many ZIP/area codes have you lived in?

That sounds like math and I don't feel like math right now.

Friday, July 08, 2005

friday confessional

When we were teenagers we stayed up real late one night in my hotel room and made prank calls. We called the names in the book that clearly indicated husband and wife and pretended like we were the other woman.

I can't believe I just told you that.

camptastic

peek-a-boo

kisses

happy camper

Friday, July 01, 2005

friday confessional

Somedays I feel like my job is robbing my soul. Like I can't handle doing the 9-5, m-f, two weeks of vacation a year, one moment longer. Like life is too short and all this work stuff is getting in the way of the things I want to do.

And most days I lie in bed thinking about all the excuses I could use to call in sick. But I never do. Like a zombie I roll out of bed and shower and commute and sit here behind this screen typing away on my blog while I answer phones and let the requests and demands of my position get the best of me. Because it is actually a good job, considering all of the other options out there.

Did I mention I am hours away from a four day weekend that will make it to my list of the top ten best weekends ever?