I am my parents.

I just made sure that the kid's mom knew about and approved of her myspace account. Mom didn't know, mom didn't approve of the existence of the account and so hopefully there will be no account. Thank Bob for typos and me being the interweb savvy adult. So, I feel like I have ruined the social opportunties of a tween at the expense of their safety. I'll take that trade-off, even if it's not my kid.

content.

Look who decided to spend some time with me.

This picture was taken by/with the new laptop, btw.

Fudgemonkey.

Things I suggest against:

Going on a roof to fix something metallic during the wind and lightening part of a monsoon.

Trying to figure out a budget before you've had any coffee.

Driving 15 miles to a gym that you assume is open on a holiday weekend.

Happiness is:

Calabacitas with warm homemade flour tortillas.

FanFreakingTastic

"Her favorite band is Slayer, she plays hockey and she will kick the ass of anyone who hits on ...."

That was how I was described to the girls that the BF works with; by the BF's male buddies.

I have to laugh. I really don't care if they hit on him.

Chupa-thingy, how 'bout that?

I'm pretty sure I've said it before, but I'll say it one more time (probably more than once actually): Red vs. Blue season one is guaranteed to cheer me up. I think it's my new sick movie. Sorry Princess Buttercup.

I'm not quite right.

Bruise earned playing hockey, day one:


Same bruise, day seven: