I've disappointed a friend.  I HATE disappointing people.  But Tiffany said she was disappointed in me for not having posted about my birthday yet.  One time my parents said they were disappointed in me.  I said they were awful parents and that was the worst thing parents could say to a child.  Think about it Tiffany. 

My birthday, September 9, 2006.  23 years old.  Pictures:
 

whew!  as you can see, good times were had by all...okay, good times were had by most.  but it was my birthday, and that should make everyone automatically happy. 

I've had a lot to share via xanga over the past few weeks/month, but now that I'm here it's just too overwhelming. 

I got so tired of thinking I almost just closed this and gave up on xanga.  But I figured I could just as well hit the submit button and give you people a little something.  I should probably go figure out what we're going to talk about at Bible Study since it's tonight and all.  stresses!

Okay, so the Weblog Entry box changed.  As long as I keep breathing, I should be okay.  I don't always deal well with "change."  So I'm writing on the eve of my birthday.  People seem to like to celebrate my birthday, or just me in general I guess.  Or is it that I like to celebrate me and this is around the time when people start getting sick of me.  I wonder if there's any connection.

Well, it's 9:28 a.m.  I've been at work for 45 minutes (true, I got here 15 minutes early to make up for the times I'm 15 minutes late (every day).  and of course I'll over-compensate by leaving about 30 minutes early so it doesn't really even out in the end. 

Ooo, I need to take a break from this stellar entry, as my birthday party is beginning in the conference room.  i'll be back with an update.

Okay, that was sufficiently awkward as work parties celebrating you tend to be.  Plus, the two attorneys I actually work for are out all day, so it was just the 5 females of the office, and it was neat.  Okay, my bounty:

1 baked apple candle
1 handmade card (it's a blank card for me to use, but it's basically artwork)
1 massive set of Jelly Belly's - actually with 40 different sets and flavors inside
1 beautiful journal
1 cat planter with a plant in it, including some Ivy (from Ivy - as a joke because I hate cats)
1 awesome purse
1 amazing Target gift card that will definitely help me set up my new apartamento, as long as I don't do something stupid like buy a bunch of tv seasons on dvd. 
1 birthday caramal dulce de leche cake.  
2 gifts still to come

Awesome pre-birthday day.

Tonight: Proletarians first softball game, might get rained out.  Later, Heather's birthday party downtown, where I will present her with the Birthday Girl sash I created for her. 

Tomorrow: Possible pedicure, using a gift certificate I got from my boss at Christmas!, Grocery run to get some spinach artichoke dip and chocolate fondue ingredients.  Then to the Perry house to help clean and set up, I will proceed to get ready and put my beautiful dress on, and begin greeting my guests at approximately 8 p.m. for my birthday cocktail party. 

You're welcome for the quick update. Hope to see/talk to most of you soon!!! 

hugs.

you know what I'm over?  even though it doesn't really have any impact on my daily life?  I'm over this California person checking my site every hour on the hour.  I'm not naive enough to think there's this pathetic person in CA who stays up 24 hours a day to check my site every hour, but they have some automatic checker, and it's kind of annoying to me.  For the following reasons: (a) I know very few people in CA so chances are it's an unknown, (b) I get at a minimum 24 footprints every day, assuming no one else happens upon my little site; and (c) I don't really know what's being done on these automated checks - is it sending my site to an unknown e-mail address somewhere in cyberspace, does this cyber-robot check for updates and alert said Californian when I have posted?  If only I knew more about the inner-workings of my California based stalker, then this would set my mind more at ease.  As is, it remains in my mind, the Great California-Caper, and I will not rest until it's solved.  Unless it's at night and I'm tired, then obviously I will sleep.  And if I don't feel like doing anything, I will go home and rest.  obviously.

Moral Dilemma:

Watching the movie "Crash" in Bible Study and then discussing it...some might even say "culturally discern" it.  Has offensive material in it, but can really bring some important issues to light and how we as Christians can approach those issues.  But if people in the group have a more immature faith than I realize, could it be detrimental to said person/people?  This is my struggle.  What is your answer?

so I was inspired to write because I just found a picture of my nephew Carson that Shane aka Carson's daddy put online and I almost peed my pants.  Those of you that know anything about Shane will understand how perfect this picture is:

there it is, in all its glory.  He's smiling now and oh so cute, and getting used to being the only child in a large group of friends so he gets passed around and cuddled with quite a bit. 

Moving on...our softball team had our first official practice yesterday.  The Prolatarians are a force to be reckoned with out there.  We actually were guilted into scrimmaging this other team that showed up that is playing in our league, on a different night.  I like to think we held our own against them.  Of course...my team traded me to the other team because they didn't have enough players on their team, and since we had 16 of our 20 teammates there, they gave 3 of us away.  Awkward that I'm getting traded so early in my career.  Some people can't deal with the competition.  Overall it was a fun day though, complete with all the girls in the outfield doing somersaults, cartwheels, and pyramids...basically fulfilling every stereotype I fight against, but sometimes, it's just fun to be a girl.  And I'm not a bad ball player either.

In other news, I signed a lease on an apartment for Ingrid and I on Saturday.  I'm not sure if I've actually ever updated all of you on the roomie situation, but freshman year of college, I went potluck for a roommate, and I was notified my roommate was this girl named Ingrid from GR.  Naturally I pictured a large scary Swedish woman, and I'm glad to say, Ingrid was not quite like that, and is just the most lovable little artist I know.  And that's why now, 5 years and 1 month after our first meeting as new roommates, we will be reunited in Denver as roommates once again.  It's all very exciting.  Suffice it to say that with her around, our apartment will be the epitome of cute, and you'll all want to visit more than ever.  Even though, regretably, I'll no longer have the bouch or the 3rd bedroom aka my closet.  I'm not sure how my clothes and shoes are going to do with the downgrade in closet size, but I'll have my favorite Ingrid there to make up for any sadness. 

That's all. 

Peace.

Okay, I just submitted my post, literally 45 seconds ago.  But I just got reminded of a story from earlier today that I know I'll forget if I don't write it now and it's too good to pass up.  You all know my favorite paralegal Lana?  She's pretty funny, and she likes to tell stories of her drunken partying with her girlfriends, and every detail of her dating life (which, at 55 or so years old, is much more active than mine, I might point out).  This is the same woman that told me verbatim the first week I was working here "I just need to get laid!"  whew!  So today she's telling me about an old boyfriend that she lived with for a year after she got divorced.  Then she said it wasn't a good idea, living with someone and that I should never do it.  Of course, I've already lived with Ian, but overlooking this fact, I told her it really wasn't a temptation for me, especially because statistically, the divorce rate is much higher for people who live together before they get married and I think it's not the wisest choice.  And she agreed with me and then she said "Yes, and you know why else?  The Bible says something about knowing a person 4 seasons first..."  This story went on and I had typed a whole bunch more, but then it was suddenly less a funny anecdote and more a sermon so I erased it because I got tired and wasn't near a conclusion, and also, I think the story would have been a lot funnier had you known the protagonist, and possibly even been there.  But I'll leave you with that.  Sorry to disappoint.  Don't forget to answer the question posed in my earlier post.