My Space Whore

I did it, against all my beliefs, I now have a myspace page. I have really enjoyed looking at peoples profiles and laughing my ass off!!

http://www.myspace.com/beepersneeper

Not much to look at, very basic.

You'll Never Make It!

We left Friday for Las Vegas so Gabe could run yet another marathon. Holy shit, the dude is nuts. The drive down there sucked when we hit some bad weather, but after Gabe took the wheel, I felt much safer. Ahh, my knight in shining armor.

Once there, we did a quick wash of the ol' p.t.a. so we could head over to the House of Blues to see Social Distortion. It was kick ass. Social D is always awesome in concert.

Hey Melissa, he was wondering if you want some weed. Inside joke, sorry about that.

Saturday we left for the runners expo where Melissa and I get to pretend we are as awesome as Gabe is and stop at all the booths to discuss marathon training, healthy eating tips, etc., etc. In reality, I am just there to grab as many free samples as I can before thy give me the ol' up and down and realize I am not in any shape to be running a marathon. Hey, wait a minute.....

After that we headed over to the Bodies exhibit. I was very much against going. I get a little dizzy when looking or talking about about medical issues, so the thought of looking at bodies that have been preserved was not all that appealing to me. I was so wrong. It was the most interesting thing I have ever seen. I can not believe what complicated creatures we are. Later that night I got my drink on in the hotel. I really didn't realize how much I had drank until my words were getting a little slurry and I was not making much sense.

The next morning, Gabe left for the marathon, and we packed up so we could meet him at the first cheer spot. Once we met him at mile 7, we were around Freemont Street in the old yucky part of Vegas. There were a bunch of homeless guys yelling stuff at the runners. Our favorites were-

"You'll never make it!"

"Hey, your going the wrong way!"

"I know how long a marathon is!"

"I heard a happy little story about a girl who killed herself"

After the race, we got us some In and Out Burger then hit the road. Needless to say, Melissa and I did not run the Santa 5k we said we would. Like I said.....needless to say!

Virginia is for Lovers

Here are a few pictures from our trip to Virginia. I swear to God I saved some of Noah and Zane playing, but apparently I am a bad Mom and my second child has not been represented. More of Noah to come.

My favorite thing to say was, "Come on Mom, get in your chair, let's push you around some more." There were a few time I let her go down a hill without me holding onto her,

but I always managed to catch her.

It was fun to hear her scream at me as she realized in pure terror there was nothing

she could do. Evil, evil child.

Dad (Gabe's), Me and Gabe standing in front of Victory Monument in Yorktown.

Addie in a tunnel. Not sure why, but whatever.

A close up that isn't so cute, but hey, I have to let you see my not so pretty side ONCE in awhile!

A Late Birthday Wish To Me!!

I hope this year is better than the last twelve months.

You know, it will be because 32 is soooo much better than 31.

I am way more mature now, that's it, I now look at life through grown up eyes.

Nikki made me this kick ass cake that was so chocolaty, I thought I was going to die, seriously, DIE from chocolate.

I can only think of one other thing that would be better to do rather than eating chocolate

when I die, but we do not need to mention what that would be.

(hey Gabe, wink,wink)

As I mentioned before, I am more mature now. With that in mind, the following picture was taken before my birthday, so it doesn't count.

I was imitating my cousin Katie as we went through a tunnel that was....gasp....under water!! She is terrified of tunnels!! She would be much prettier than I am going through that tunnel, and would most likely be wearing something pink and sparkly!

I am not sure why I posted that on this particular blog entry.

Oh yeah, it's my blog so I can do whatever the fuck I want!

Note: I would like to thank the Minnesota Vikings for not only losing on my Birthday, but being shut out by them in Green Bay. Way to go team, way to show your appretiation to your fans. Thanks!

Oh my God, he's a winner

Well, he did it, he won. Noah took first place in the reflections contest for the story I posted earlier about his plan to raise money for Primary Children's. What a kid, he is handsome and has a brain, GOOD GOD!! More than anything, he is excited that people are so willing to help for his cause, and is greatly appreciative to everyone who wants to help.

16 is sweeeeeeet!!

Happy 16th Birthday Nik, you old fart!!

I can make a difference by.....

I can make a difference by....
written by: Noah Griffith

I was born with 3 chambers in my heart instead of 4. My heart was having problems so the doctors took care of me. I had several open heart surgeries to make me better. Since the doctors at Primary Children's took care of me, I want to help other children.

My plan is to donate books from money I will raise. I will have my family come help me talk to others about what I want to do. I know they would help me because it means a lot to the kids at Primary Children's.

I thought books would be a good idea because I feel like I am in a different place when I read a book. I think the children would enjoy feeling like they are in a different place other than the hospital.


This was Noah's reflection contest entry for literature. He has already started raising money for his cause. If any one else would like to help, please let me know. Everything helps, and it will mean so much to Noah to know that his goal has been accomplished for helping others.

San Diego.... which is German for 'Whales Vagina'

First off, the whole reason we went to San Diego this past weekend was to see The Cure perform. Well, they postponed their tour, and we got stuck with the option of losing the money we spent to see them in San Diego, or flying out for basically a day and just hang out. Hmmmm, I wonder what we did.



I am just getting right down to it, I am getting right to the point.



Once we got there, I was thumbing through the local publication checking out things to do there, when I stumbled across an ad for a show where a band who call themselves 'The Cured' was doing a tribute show. Sounds good right, since The Cure is the only reason we were in San Diego that night, why the fuck not, right....WRONG!!

I was working off a buzz on the floor while the opening band was performing. They did all 80's cover songs, so it was pretty much like watching live karaoke. Once they were done, I stood up to go check out the front portion of the stage where I pretty much planned on staying to watch 'The Cured' I should have stayed on the floor, or better yet, in my hotel room.



Yes, I am being cynical. What did you expect you say?? Well, if a band exist just to do cover songs of a band which must be a favorite to all members of the band, or else why even be there in the first place, how could they butcher the songs and perform so badly. I know tribute bands are different because they imitate the group, rather than take a song and make it there own, but it was god awful, just plain ass fucked up.



Here is a breakdown of my complaints-



You don't do segways. You do not introduce every song before you play it. You start the music, the the crowd yells and cheers as they recognize what songs is being played. My favorites were- "I was at a concert once and a guy got up on stage and started kissing me, it was really weird." Then they started playing A Man inside my Mouth. Or when he said, "Want to go for a Walk?" Then played A Walk. I can go on and on with each song introduction, but I wont, for my own sake.



You don't dress like the band and try to imitate them. Yes, you are a tribute band and that's what you do, but don't. You just look ridiculous, and can not be taken seriously as a Cure fan, let alone a band if you look like that. BTW, Robert Smith has not worn that much red lipstick since the 90's.



If you are going to try and imitate The Cure, you don't do a costume change. Leaving to put a hockey jersey on is not amusing, even to Cure fans who know why you did it.



Know the lyrics. It is hard enough to get past the complete train wreck in front of you to start singing along, but to drop lyrics and change them during a song is bad....even for you.



Faking an English accent. Need I say more?

I think I will stop now, it is pissing me off more when I think about it. I even ended up being more upset about not seeing The Cure while we were there, which was something I had come to accept before we left. I was excited for Kim though, she was having a good time just taking it for what it was worth, which is one of the many reasons why she is a better person than I am. It was amusing though making eye contact with a girl next to me as we both laughed at the performance and rolled our eyes together at what we were seeing.

Enough!

I did have a great time there though. It was nice to get away for the day just to play in the ocean and drive around without worrying about much of anything.

The Universe Is Against Me

I am sick of having bad days. I have so much bad energy around me, it is just bringing me down. This just hasn't been my year. I think I said that last year too...... yeah...... pretty sure this is the second bad year in a row.

So, why do you ask?? Why is today yet another bad day for me??

I broke my fucking toe. It hurts like a Mother Fucker and I am pissed off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!!

Bye ...Bye...Pink Hair

What do you think??

10 God Damn Amazing Years!!

You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold

You say you want your story to remain untold

All the promises we make

From the cradle to the grave

When all I want is you

You say you'll give me a highway with no-one on it

Treasure, just to look upon it

All the riches in the night

You say you'll give me eyes in the moon of blindness

A river in a time of drought

A harbor in the tempest

All the promises we make, from the cradle to the grave

When all I want is you

You say you want your love to work out right

To last with me through the night

You say you want diamonds on a ring of gold

Your story to remain untold

Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break, from the cradle to the grave

When all I want is you

Happy 10th Anniversary Baby!!

Never in my life could I have imagined being so lucky

as to get to grow old with you!!

Back to School, oh Back to School, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool

Here we go again. Another reminder that the kids are getting older.

School started this morning. Adison is starting her first official day of High School,

even though she is still in Junior High, she will begin earning credits for graduation.

Noah started Canyon Rim Academy, so this is a whole new start for him.

I can not believe how fast time goes with kids.

One minute they are puking on you, the next minute they are saying,

"Mom, please put the camera away!"

Argh...the pirate turns three!

It is my last Third Birthday Party, and let me tell you, it was awesome!!

Here are some pictures from the 'Buccaneer Bash'

One candle left to blow out, and he was determined to get it this time!!

Treasure Chest Cake

Pirate Cupcakes

Zane proudly displaying how old he is

Me, Gabe and Adison

Lindsy and Shawndae

Goonie and Nikki

We had roughly 50 people show up to wish the little monkey a Happy Birthday. It was a great time. I love when my kids have a great celebration for their Birthday's. It makes them getting older a little easier to handle.

WHY?!?!?!?

One of the biggest complaints I have about this fucking place is that there is NO separation of church and state. It is fucking disgusting how the Mormon church can buy their way into the media spotlight by commenting on national disasters.

This morning on the news I am watching to see if there is any progress on the trapped miners and they introduce there next big story as, "The Mormon Church and there statement on the recent tragedy" HUH????? Ummm, I do believe that all people hope that the trapped miners are alive and will be rescued. That includes religious groups such as Mormons, Catholics, Lutherans, Buddhist, etc.etc., and even...gasp...atheiests. Why the fuck is it a statewide news story that the Mormon church wants to express their sympathy to the families??

There is no diversity here, and I do not believe that the Mormons will ever open their eyes to life outside their 'little happy place' of Utah until a separation between what they believe stops dictating the way this state is ran.

Picture Share

I realized I didn't have a picture of Noah posted, so here he is.

He was the little tree in a school play.

Doesn't he look so much like his Dad? AMAZING!!

Gabe amusing me with a pose

Gabe pouring me my favorite beverage of choice....Merlot

Me being a drunken pirate whore!!

Rubber Ducky...your the one

I just wanted to post the cute pictures of Monkey and Goonie in the bathtub.

More Pink and a P.S.A. to the Kiddies

I had my hair done this last Friday, and I decided on more Pink!

I think it may be the last time I have a Pink hairdo, I haven't decided.

I would really like a deep brown, you know,

like my ORIGINAL hair color-----Imagine That!!

Now, this picture is nothing more than a lesson to all of those people who, like me,

love the smell of a new Sharpie marker.

I was too busy sniffing the fumes as I waved it in front of my nose to realize that

I had in fact marked my face.

Dumb....Dumb....Dumb....Dumb....Dumb

I really look like shit! I need to visit a tanning bed, ASAP

I'm a Simpson

This is the picture I downloaded to see what my Simpson character would look like

This is the result. What do you think? I want to know where the glasses came from, as I was not wearing my sexy librarian glasses in the picture!!

New Glasses

Sexy Librarian or Buddy Holly

YOU DECIDE!!!

4 1/2 Stars

Today at my physical therapy appointment I was fully prepared for a lecture of how important it is to follow the strict guidelines of the exercises laid out by my therapist. Well, no such lecture occurred, as I happen to be progressing so well, he had no idea I actually had not followed through with any of the exercises I was suppose to do since our last visit 5 weeks ago. The best part was he didn't even ask how well I have been following the program, so I didn't have to lie through my teeth about what a great listener I have been.

I know, I know, as Gabe has said, "Just think about how well you would be doing if you actually had taken it seriously and done the therapy." Always stealing my thunder with his logic. But, that doesn't matter, because this visit today has given my a new outlook on my recovery, one that I really needed. I am excited to get out there and exercise, no matter how much it may hurt, because I know that regardless of my thoughts on this whole process, I have not given myself enough credit for how hard it actually is to overcome major knee surgery.

I have asked my therapist Dave in the past to give me a rating system, because I wanted to be able to tell Gabe on a scale of 1-5, where my progress falls. Well, I am more than pleased to inform you that I received a 4.5 today, my highest score yet!! I didn't receive a perfect 5 only because I have quite a bit of swelling still.

He said that I only have to see him one more time in 6 weeks, then I am cleared and considered well on my way to being normal again, whatever that is!