2008 in Review December 31, 2008

(I don’t know why it staggers the pictures I post like it does! I’ve tried to fix it, and it just doesn’t change! I apologize, it drives me crazy!)

2008 was a tumultuous year for me. It had very high ups and very low downs. Overall, I am glad to see it go!

I started 2008 as the maid of honor in one of my best friends NYE wedding.

 

 

 

 

January was also the month that I turned 28. My friend Liz and I celebrated our birthday’s together, as they are just 10 days apart. (I’m still not quite sure why Leann thought Bunny Ears were a necessity, but they were fun!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

I then, got to celebrate my birthday again with my Girls Night Girls, because 3 of us have birthdays within 2 weeks of one another! My beautiful friends, and fellow Aquarians, Jamie and Jeanette!

 

 

 

 

I decided at 28 I needed to really get serious about taking care of myself. The day after turning 28 I quit drinking and smoking and started running. That lasted for about 2 weeks until my “heart thing” started. Apparently when your heart stops beating every 3-6 beats that can make you black out and requires 2 months of appointments with specialists and tests. Turns out I’m okay, just a slight ventricle problem. All is A-OK now, as long as I don’t drink too much caffeine.

February brought the birth of my gorgeous niece Julia Gulia. I was fortunate enough to be there again when my sister delivered. She is one tough bitch, that sister of mine. I am so incredibly proud of her!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Spring wasn’t incredibly eventful. I started this blog, which I love having. I had started dating B, and was enjoying being healthy. I started drinking little by little again, which lead to smoking again. Bad Brooke. Also, I broke my digital camera sometime in the Spring and there are not a ton of pictures from that time period!

Sadly in April, my dear friend Terri died in a tragic motorcycle accident. I’d never lost anyone unexpectedly and the sadness was intensified by deep guilt as we hadn’t seen one another in almost a year. Terri changed my life in many ways, and she will never be forgotten by any of the lives that she touched.  

 

 

 

 

 

Also in April, one of my best friends Leann gave birth to her second baby girl, and I got to be there when beautiful baby Alyssa made her entrance into this world. Leann was a champ, and both mama and baby were happy and healthy!

In June my beautiful baby boy turned 8 years old. We had a super fun birthday party for him at a pizza parlor with a great play room, including a miniature Ferris Wheel. I unfortunately can’t seem to find pictures of his party. Bad, bad, mom.

The end of June was time for me and a few of my girls to unwind…which meant a nice long weekend in Las Vegas. We relaxed, we partied, we gambled, and we had a great time. We stayed at the beautiful Planet Hollywood Hotel and Resort, and loved every minute of it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The summer of 2008 also brought Christian’s first white water rafting trip. We took a 4 day excursion on the Rogue River with about 20 of our closest friends. C had fun while we were there, but has told me adamantly that he WILL NOT be going next year, because it was too scary. (He didn’t fall out once, and we didn’t go down any rapids that were too treacherous.) I bet once we get some swimming lessons under his belt he’ll be game for it again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In September it was back to school. My little man changed schools this year, and has adjusted so well to his new school. It is quite a small school, and the community there is so great. He is really flourishing and has made a ton of great new friends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September was a hard month for me emotionally. There was a lot that went on in my family, and my sister bore the brunt of it. She is so strong and amazing. The love in her heart is so endless. She has her hands full as it is, and I’m not quite sure how she survived September. There are a lot of on going issues with my mother, and unfortunately she is in need of help that neither my sister or I are able to provide to her and she refuses to find herself. September was the crux of the issues. I am so thankful that my sister and I have one another, and our amazing dad, to lean on

October was thankfully a brighter, happier month in my life. C and I enjoyed some Friday night high school football games, watching a friends son play varsity football. I joined a lovely website for single parents to network and support one another, and inadvertently met an amazing man in Sushi Boy. Our first date lasted an entire weekend. After that weekend I knew that someone special had entered my life. Well, two special someones. Not only did I gain an amazing boyfriend, I get an extra cool 9 year old boy to spend time with too!

Less than a week after meeting, Sushi Boy took me to his friend’s Halloween party, and he told me he loved me. I chastised him for telling me that so soon into our relationship, but secretly I was giddy. (This picture would be great, if I didn’t have a beer in my hand!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The next day as Sushi Boy hauled me to the Emergency Room I told him I loved him too. It was a scary thing to say one week into a relationship, but that was how I felt. I was totally and completely in love with him already.

November and December have been amazing times with Sushi Boy and the C-Men. We all got to spend Thanksgiving together with Sushi Boy’s family. Sushi Boy took us all fishing (we didn’t catch anything.) Sushi Boy, Christian and I travelled to my hometown together to celebrate my favorite aunt’s 50th Birthday, and we were all snowed in together for the better part of 2 weeks. We had a lovely White Christmas together.

These last 2 months have been pure heaven. Thank you so much, Sushi Boy, for an incredibly holiday season. Being with you and the boys is the best gift a woman could ask for. I’m so excited to see what 2009 has in store for us and the boys!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy New Year, friends! I am so grateful for all you wonderful people that I have had the opportunity to meet through this blog, and all of my beautiful friends I have in my life. It amazes me that you read my blabber, but I don’t think any less of you for it! I hope you all have a lovely New Years Eve, and stay safe! I’ll see you on the flip side!

This Is How I Roll… November 13, 2008

I think this picture is hilarious. This was taken at my good friend Jen’s house one night, er….early morning, after we’d been out for National Talk Like a Pirate Day. It’s a shame you can’t see what that my hat says, “100% Skateboarder,” you know…cause that’s how I roll!

She kindly sent this picture to Sushi Boy, so now this goofy picture is the wallpaper on his CrackBerry. You’ll have to excuse the quality, it was taken with a phone.

Fighting With Myself October 6, 2008

B did respond to my email last week. He had been having a busy week, blah blah blah. It was nice to hear from him, but I’m certainly not feeling that anything serious is going to come to fruition with him. He initiated a text messaging conversation on Friday evening, which he usually never does. It was great timing because I was out with some of my girlfriends and had just been told by a total stranger that I was, “Really fucking hot!” The girls and I also had rounds of drinks bought for us by some sweet logger-like gentleman, so it was fun to get to tell him that. To remind him that I’m not just sitting around the house in sweats and curlers wondering what he is up to, waiting for him to call.

I am kid sitting for my friends Chris and Liz while they take a long weekend vacay at the beach. Last night after their daughter went to bed, B came over to watch a movie. It was good to see him, but it wasn’t anything special. It was nice of him to make the effort to drive across town at 9:30 on a Sunday night just to hang out with me for a few hours. Of course I made sure that The Girls were adequately displayed and not a hair was out of place, while still trying to give the impression that I did not spend any time on my appearance. It totally worked, by the way! ;0)

I am so bi-polar when it comes to dating. One minute I am totally fine with being single. I’m of the Screw Men, I Don’t Need One mindset. I’m okay with my son and my friends and my family being my great love affair. I am self-sufficient, I don’t need no stinkin’ man. During these times I realize that I am best staying single. That way I don’t have to worry about C getting attached to someone who may not always be around. I don’t have to worry about making the choice of having another child. I don’t have to answer to anyone or check in with anyone.

Then there are the minutes when it feels like I am the only single person left in this world. It feels like for some reason dating is so much more difficult for me, and it probably is because I am a mom. It feels like I will never meet that special man, and it honestly gets me down sometimes. I get scared that I will be so unbearably lonely when C grows up and leaves for college. It sometimes feels like the rest of the world is playing a game and I had to sit the bench.

There isn’t really anything I can do to change my situation without settling for someone who isn’t someone special. So for now I will be happy with “my people”, as I like to call them, and remind myself that all of those married bitches out there don’t have friends nearly as kick ass as mine. Or kids half as cute!

An Ode to my BFF on our 20 Year Anniversary August 29, 2008

19 years and 360 days ago I met my best friend Quinn. Quinn transferred from another elementary school, so on the first day of 3rd grade we met. We were both in Mrs. Wests’ 3rd grade class. I immediately didn’t like her. All of the boys thought she was cute, and all of the girls wanted to be her friend. At that point I was the popular girl (although I’m really not too sure how that had happened) and I felt like with this new girl in town, I was quickly losing my status. It was ironic because she had brown, curly hair like I did. No one had curly hair like I did.

The first few weeks of school we spent one-uping each other in the classroom and on the play ground. We’d compete to see who could get their math worksheets in the quickest. We’d both throw our hands up in the air to answer the questions Mrs. West would ask. On the play ground we’d walk around bragging about what Barbies we had and how many times we’d been to Disneyland (which we both lied about!)

I think it was only two or three weeks into the school year that we gave up hating eachother and became BFF’s. That’s Best Friends Forever. Little did I realize that when we started saying “forever” that it really would be. I had no idea what an amazing friendship was in store for us. It wasn’t long before Quinn and her sister Carly, and my sister and I were joined at the preverbial hip. To this day I still think of Quinn’s family as an extension of mine.

Although Q and I have had periods of time in the past where we have not had a lot of contact, I still consider her my best friend. She has been around for every part of my life. She is the reason I live in Portland. She was with me when I bought my pregnancy test, and right outside the door when I was peeing on the stick. I made her not look at me when I came out of the bathroom, because I knew she’d see the answer in my face. She was there when I told Matt he was going to be a daddy. In fact, I think she may have even put some sappy music on!

Quinn has been in a constant in my life, a comfort. Someone who I know I can always count on, no matter where I am or what I have done. She is a part of all of my childhood memories, and behind almost every inside joke I know. Aside from my sister, Quinn knows more about me than any other person and yet she still loves me! After spending any amount of time with Quinn, my heart is full and my face muscles hurt from laughing.

Quinnie, thank you for making these last twenty years so incredibly fun! I love you so much, and am so grateful to have had you in my life for so long. I look forward to another 70 years of good times! Happy 20 year anniversary!

Love you!

Quinn and me in 3rd Grade (1988)

Quinn and me, we’ve always had totally radical style (1990)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quinn and me at my birthday party in January

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Quinn and my “other” sister, Carly

The Boy is Back in Town August 21, 2008

B has been on vacay with his family since last Friday. He got back into town last night, and tonight we are getting together for margaritas at his house. I have a sneaking suspicion that this is a bad idea for 2 reasons:

1) Tequila+Brooke+Thursday= Hangover on Friday

2) Brooke+Wants a Relationship+B+Tequila= Conversation that should probably not be had under the influence, and/or Brooke’s foot shoved in her mouth.

We shall see….oh this will be fun.

So, this being a last minute plan I am totally not prepared. I am wearing frumpy clothes, and haven’t shaved my legs in 3 days. I thought I was going to have C tonight, but Matt asked if he could have C. Then B asked me if I was free tonight or tomorrow. “Yep, me and the old growth forest that has flourished on my legs,” I felt like saying. But I resisted that appealing fact. If I was to go home before B’s house, it would be like a 2 hour commute. THANKFULLY, Leann was smart enough to suggest that I ask Liz, who lives way close to the office, if I could borrow a razor and her shower. And she said yes. I have great friends. I happen to also have some cute clothes stored at Liz’s house. I’m hoping I have something that matches there. Even if I don’t…at least I’ll have smooth legs!

Can’t Say No August 7, 2008

Tuesday night I moved. I moved in with a friend, and have a lot of organizing to do still. All of the essentials are in place…beds, clothes in the closet, etc. But there is still a lot that I want to organize and decorate.

I had nothing planned this weekend. I was going to nest, and enjoy my new home. I was going to spend some time on the back deck reading in the sun and drinking a glass of my favorite wine. I want to lay in my bed and stare at the beautiful blue and tan walls and day dream about tropical vacations. I was going to go through my gazillion articles of clothes and see if there are one or two I can donate.

Somehow in the past 2 days I have made 3 different sets of plans for Saturday night. First off, I decided that my friend Mary and I should go out Saturday night. It will be the end of her first week at her new job, and I’m sure I’ll need a little break after unpacking and organizing. We had so much fun last Saturday night, I thought that we should probably do it again.

Then, my friend Corey who has been one of my best guy friends since sophomore year in high school called me and invited me over Saturday night for a little get together at his place. Actually, he invited Brenda Brekki who is my alter ego and the only name Corey ever calls me. He actually introduces me to people as Brenda. Which makes for a confusing situation when they hear other people call me Brooke!

I was talking to Corey on the phone while I was waiting for my friend Abby to meet me for lunch. While at lunch she invited me to a gallery opening Saturday night where her husband and his (cute) friend are providing the music.

So now my nice relaxing Saturday, has been converted into a hectic evening trying to juggle 3 different social commitments! What the hell. Why do I do this to myself? I know that I will have fun, but I need to relax. I guess there is no rest for the social butterfly.

To lighten things up a bit… July 24, 2008

Here are a few photos from our Rogue River rafting trip a few weekends ago. These photos were taken by Leann’s mom, who was on the trip with us, but didn’t raft. Fortunately for us, her and her husband followed us on the above road, and snapped pictures! How cool!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back to Vegas…. July 10, 2008

So the morning of Day 2, we all wake up and decide to try out Planet Hollywood’s buffet. It had been rated the Best Buffet in Vegas in 2007, and we had a $25 dining credit there, so we thought we should probably get our money’s worth. For less than $3.50 a piece (!!!) we had the yummiest buffet breakfast. Just what I had in beverages would have cost me more than $3.50 (milk, coffee, water, Diet Pepsi…yes I was dehydrated.) On top of all of the beverages, I was able to cram some really really yummy food down my throat too. It was amazing. Stations for any different kind of breakfast food you could imagine. And dessert! Dessert with breakfast…they don’t call it Sin City for nothing!

After all catching up over breakfast, Karrie and I decided to play the slots a little bit. Leann still wasn’t feeling fantastic, so she went upstairs to nap, and Lisa was on a mission to fulfill one of her life dreams of visiting an Oxygen Bar. Karrie and I spent, oh…6 hours sucked into this penny slot game called Gold Fish. Oh how I miss our little fishies. Eventually Lisa came and found us, and she got sucked into the Fishie game too (I see how people can develop gamblingaddictions now!) At one point I was up, but ended up loosing my $. Which was okay, because it was only $20, and honestly there isn’t much else that you can get 6 hours of entertainment out of for $20. And we had free mimosas the whole time we were sitting there. So really, even though I spent $20, it was way worth it. And the fishies…we had SO much fun playing that game. There was clapping, and whooping it up, you’d think we were playing for millions.

So, after some time with the fishies, Leann came back downstairs. We decided food was a necessity. Connected to our hotel was The Miracle Mile, and inside of that was the Hawaiian Tropic Zone. We figured…”Hey, we’re 4 straight women in Vegas…We should probably go have dinner at an establishment where our food is served by attractive women in bikinis!” Seriously…there was no logic behind it. I blame it on the mimosas. Anyhow…the food was pretty spendy and not anything to write home about. Leann didn’t like either of the items she ordered, and the Asiago Fries almost made her sick again. Poor thing. She thought they tasted like lighter fluid!

After dinner, we went back up to our rooms to get ready for Night 2. We had decided to go to Diablo’s Cantina which Karrie and I had been to in September. We had such a great time there on the previous trip, we ended up there two nights in a row. Karrie decided she wasn’t quite up to another night out, so it was just Lisa, Leann and I on Friday night. We got to Diablo’s, and these cute boys from Arizona decided they’d get in easier if they said we were withthem (which was funny, because there wasn’t a line!) and offered the doorman $40 for all of us. This was even more amusing because I think the cover charge for the guys was $10, but I’m pretty sure ladies were free. So we got some drinks and sat withthem for a while. I was having a nice conversation with the cutest guy, when another guy decided they needed to go…which was only seconds after he figured out Lisa was married! lol Oh well! Lisa, Leann and I had a great time dancing and mingling. Around 1am or so (this is a very vague time reference) we decided to head back to Planet Hollywood, where we are staying.

So, Planet Hollywood is obviously celebrity/Hollywood themed. Outside of the casino, they have a faux red carpet, flanked by velvet ropes where you can pretend to be the celebrity and your friends can pretend to be the paparazzi. Obviously the best idea in the world at 1am (ish) when you’re half buzzed. Lisa, Leann and I were on our way over to pose on the red carpet when all of a sudden Lisa pulls this cute surfer looking dude out of the middle of the road. He was about to get hit by a car. He looks at her like she’s crazy, and says, “What did you do THAT for?!?” And of course she explains to him that he was in the road, which is not just any road, it’s the Las Vegas Strip! And she tells him she saved him from being hit by a car. And dude says, “Really? You care!!!” Obviously intoxicated. So Lisa introduces herself, and vice versa. And then a light bulb goes off in her head, and she realizes he’s cute, and she should probably introduce him to me. So she makes the introduction, and it’s immediately a Love Connection. I mean we went from shaking hands to holding hands instantaneously. Dude and I are inseperablefor the rest of the night. I drag him around with Lisa and Leann and I through the casino. We’re acting like we’ve been a couple for years. It’s quite hilarious. At one point we got asked if we were newly weds! lol Gotta love Vegas!

Anyhow…best story of the trip, in my opinion anyway. Dude wants to go to his room for something. At this point we are at the Planet Hollywood casino still. And I say, “Where are you staying?” He says, “Here!” So we find the elevators, and he tells me he’s on the 15th floor. So we push the 15 elevator button. It doesn’t stay engaged. We push it again. And again, and again and again. And it just doesn’t work. So, we decide we’ll just go to the 14th floor and take the stairs up to the 15th floor. It was a miracle we found the stairs, it was quite an adventure. We finally find the stairs, and climb them to the 15th floor. It honestly at that point felt like I was climbing Mt. Everest. I open up the door from the stairwell to the 15th floor. OH MY GOODNESS. I have never been so freaked out in my life. Imagine this…you open a door expecting to see a well lit hallway, colorfull carpet, people stumbling to their rooms. Instead you open a door and see a light shade of blackness, doors and walls that look charred by fire, and dead silence. There were no lights, there was no life, there was darkness. It looked like the entire floor had been lit on fire.

I back up and say something along the lines of, “What the fuck!” And Dude goes into the hallway just as dumbfounded as I am and says, “What the hell happened here? It looks like there was a fire! C’mon!” To which of course I say, “No way in HELL! That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen in my life! It looks like a horror movie!” And he says, “Well I have to find my room!” I tell him I’ll meet him downstairs. We quickly exchange numbers, and I run down to the 14th floor, run to the elevator, and go to find my girlfriends. I find Lisa and Karrie (who now feels better at 2:30am!) and tell them what happened. I was so freaked out. A minute later I get a text from Dude that says he’s going to the Imperial Palace. And I ask, “What’s at the Imperial Palace?” To which he response, “My room! Turns out I’m not staying here! I’ll find you downstairs!” lolI guess he called his friend he was staying with in Vegas and asked him what the hell happened to their room! His friend was like, um, nothing drunkass, I’m in our room. And Dude was like, no! It’s been burnt! Hahaha! I guess that’s when the pieces starting coming together.

The next morning all of us girls are having lunch together, talking about how creepy the 15th floor was. I google it on my Sidekick, thinking maybe I can get some info on it. Nothing. So Lisa, Leann and I decided to go check it out. I was so freaked out. It seriously had looked like a really scarry horror movie the night before.

So we go to the 14th floor, climb the stairs, open the door from the stairwell, and….start laughing. It’s being remodeled! It hasn’t been burnt, because let’s face it, that makes no sense! The doors and chair rail have been painted a really, really dark purple, and there was still overspray! It seriously though didn’t have any overhead lights, just one flood light at the far, far end of the hall. Even totally sober, it looked like something out of a horror movie. The funny thing was, there was no Do Not Enter Signs, or Under Construction. So we walked around and checked out the rooms, which were all unlocked, and in varying degrees of construction. It was actually pretty cool once I realized I wasn’t going to pee myself!

Don’t Be a Dusthole! June 18, 2008

Sooo….the Dustholes.

Last September a group of my friends and I went to Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. The group included my friends Jenny and Jeanette (Hi ladies!) and their husbands, and Sandy and Rose Petal Dusthole. On Sunday, Sandy, Rose Petal and I decided to go into downtown and try our luck in Old School Vegas.

A few hours and a few drinks passed, and we headed back to our hotel on The Strip. While in our cab on the freeway, there was a giant billboard that said “Don’t Be a Dusthole!” We all started cracking up. We were like what the hell is a dusthole?!? And why don’t we want to be one? As I am sure you can imagine, this was especially funny after having a few cocktails in us.

Once we got back to our room, Sandy picks up the in-room phone and dials Jenny and Jeanette’s room. When someone answers (it turns out to be Jeanette), Sandy screams into the phone, “DON’T BE A DUSTHOLE!” and hangs up.

 Laughter! Tears! Laughter! Cheek muscle spasms!

The majority of what I remember from the rest of the trip is, “Don’t Be a Dusthole!” and “You’re a Dusthole!” and “DUSTHOLE!!!!”

Jenny, Jeanette and their husbands left Vegas a day before us. So Tuesday morning, Sandy and Rose Petal went to get coffee from Starbucks. The Starbucks was in our hotel, therefor the line was a gazillion miles long. I was still getting ready, so I was in line way behind Sandy and Rose Petal. Because there were so many people, the barrista asked for your name to write on your drink. So that is how Sandy got her moniker. Her real name, which shall not be used to protect the not-so-innocent, sounds very similar to Sandy. The lovely barristas at Starbucks decided that she shall now on be Sandy Dusthole.

So I was in line by myself. 40 minutes later (I am so not even joking) I tell the barrista that my name is Brooke.

“Broak?” she asks.

“No, Brooke.”

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“B-R-O-O-K-E”

“Ok, thank you.”

I wait around for another 10 minutes waiting for my drink. Pretty soon I hear a voice shouting, “BROAK? BROAK?”

Seriously! Did I not spell out my name?

I go up to the room completely amused at what my name has been changed to. So I tell Sandy and Rose Petal the story, and they laugh because Sandy has just been given her new name by the same barrista.

At this point Rose Petal is not Rose Petal yet. She had to wait a few hours to be given her name. On our flight home, the super fun cutey pattotey flight attendant that I previously mentioned, named Rose Petal. As he was slipping her a mini bottle of alcohol he whispered, “Here ya go, Rose Petal!”

And alas the Dusthole Sisters were named. Sandy, Rose Petal and Broak Dusthole. They have a nice ring to them, don’t they?

 

An Ode to Jenny June 12, 2008

My dear friend Jenny (of Jenny and the Dustholes) who I mention here often, celebrated a milestone of a birthday last Wednesday. And I’m an asshole and went and got sick and missed her Dirty Thirty Birthday Party last Saturday night. So, in a lame  way of trying to make up for the sickness, and my absence, I now present you with ….

Reasons Why I Love Jenny:

She can be quiet and reserved, but then you take her to Vegas and feed her some rum and she’s a boob-grabbing dancing machine!

I can’t hear “Must be the Money,” by Nelly without thinking of her. (She should totally be a rapper!)

Happy hour at the Page always proves to be a great time with Jenny.

She laughs at all of my stories of promiscuity instead of judging.

She will dance in the living room with me to JLo and JaRule even if no one else is.

Her and Karrie took me in when I left Matt and didn’t have my apartment yet. It was so fun having those two as roommates for a few weeks!

She is strong.

She has to shoot up her cat with insulin every single day. How good of a person does that?!? Not me!

She is brave enough to eat at  Chez Brooke when I am cooking.

She still has a sticker of Princess Fiona from Shrek on her wallet that my son gave her like 4 years ago. Melts my heart every time I see it.

DUSTHOLE!

She introduced me to Drinking Jenga. How did I drink before Drinking Jenga?

She is seriously fun. I mean like way fun, fun. You guys (whoever you are out there reading this) should totally hang out with her!

She understands my crazy stuff (crazy life, crazy family.) Or at least tries to.

She rode an inflatable 6 foot penis down around the house during her bachelorette party. (Yep…I so just posted that on my blog! It’s your Dirty Thirty Roast, hun…their had to be some dirt!)

She does kartwheels in my living room.

She knows where my sons babysitter lives. You know that is a good friend when they not only know your childs babysitter, they know where she lives.

She laughs until she cries.

She has the perfect hair. Seriously. I kind of hate her for it.

She married Paul. Paul is the type of guy who everyone wants their friend to marry. He’s the type of man who will do anything for her, and her friends. Like drive their drunk asses through Taco Bell at 2am. Twice.

She lived without a kitchen for a year. I don’t remember if it was just over a year, or just under, but it was right around then. And she didn’t kill her husband! Now THAT is impressive.

She shows us home movies of her brother dancing and singing to Michael Jackson when he was like 3. Oh.My.Gosh…tears of laughter.

I can’t not laugh when I hear the words: uphol…uhpol…uhpolstry cleaner.

And last, but most certainly not least of all,

My son loves her. Anyone who your child loves as much as C loves Jenny is a complete testament as to what a wonderful person my Jenny is.

So my dear Jenny, I am so sorry that I missed your big party. I’m sorry I killed my immune system. But I love you, and am so so happy that you are in my life. And I totally have the most hilarious birthday card for you. What makes it even better is that C picked it out!

A quick Friday funny… June 6, 2008

I just told my friend/co-worker/office chair bumper car buddy (she sits literally 8 inches behind me) this funny story about my last plane trip back from Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada. And now I shall share it with you, because it always makes me giggle. And let’s face it…who doesn’t want to giggle on Fridays?

So, Sandy Dusthole, Rose Petal Dusthole and myself (Broak Dusthole) were on our flight home. We had this super funny, super cute male flight attendant slipping us mini bottles of alcohol and throwing bags of pretzels at us. Keep in mind, we’d pretty much been drinking since Thursday, and this was Monday afternoon. Rose Petal, asks, “Hey, what sound does a moose make?” (Why this came up in our conversation, I don’t remember.) And as if this was a rehearsed stage routine, Sandy replies, “Moooooooooooooooooooooooose!”

We laughed until we cried, and then we laughed some more. Then, as if they were in on our little skit too, the 2 men in the row in front of us turned around and asked, “What time did you ladies start drinking?!?” Which made it all the more funny! I really wanted to tell them, “About 3pm on Thursday!” but I couldn’t stop laughing!

I will tell the story of Sandy, Rose Petal and Broak Dusthole at a later date!

Sex and the City, the movie! May 27, 2008

Is anyone else so excited they can’t even stand it?!? I seriously can.not.standit! My girlfriends and I, as I am sure many other groups of girlfriends, took Friday off of work to have a Sex Day! We will be meeting for lunch at an adorable restaurant before hand for a bite, and the obligatory Cosmopolitan. Then we will be going to see the much awaited movie!

SO VERY EXCITED!!!!!