Ho Ho Ho

Well well well.. its that time of year again. For those of you who dont know, me and Christopher are flying into nashville, gunna see his mom and brother. We're not staying there though, were only gunna grab his car and then were driving to South Carolina to spend the holiday with his dad. We're then driving back to nashville, spending some time there with his mom, and kidnapping his brother and driving back to california. So, We will be driving from coast to coast. So.. everyone think good thoughts for the weather for our drive back.


Now.. some cool news. Im planning a trip home. I havent booked my ticket yet, we are still in the planning stage of it all... and need to figure out how long Christopher's brother is staying with us. But, its looking like i will be there mid to late January. Im gunna fly into seattle, cause its like 300$ cheaper. So.... my sweet heart rachel has offered to either pick me up, or take me back down to seattle.... so....... that only leaves me needing one ride. So..... if theres any one with a car looking for some extra karma points, lemme know. Ill give you double the points for a trip down to seattle. A great way to make good on any bad things you did at Christmas.. ;)

Well everyone. Stay safe this holiday. Have lots of fun, eat lots of food, and open lots of presents. I miss you all, and cant wait to see you.

I told you my socks were too small for your feet!

So, christopher and I have been having this ongoing argument about whether he fits into my socks or not...cause he steals em all the time and i tell him not to. Well, i think we can all see who won that argument today.

Id forgo a pair of socks, even my most comfie ones, just to confirm my rightness in an argument. And i know that a few (if not all) of you would make the same sacrifice.

As for everything else here in monterey... its quiet -- which is nice. Nothing too eventful has happend, but tomorrow is american thanksgiving. We got a bird to stuff and cook, and Christopher has a 4 day weekend. So, technically today is his friday... weeeeeeeeeee!

Ive taken a few random pictures over the last bit here, and wanted to post about em, but they dont really constitute their own post, so.. i figured id do like what sitcoms do when they dont have any bright ideas for a new episode, ill do a clips episode -- a picture montage.

Im not sure this picture turned out well enough for people to be able to tell what it is. I know cause i took it. But, we had the coolest full moon here the other week, and thats a shot of it, comming up between the trees.

This is a picture of el gato. He likes to come in and pose for me. Turned out kinda cool i think. I took like a hundred (ok im exagerating) so i was bound to get a good one. He was in here the other day, and didnt like the fact that i was paying attention to the computer instead of him, so he hopped up infront of the monitor. Please note his unimpressed look. You can really see the fog in that one, when it blows in like that, its like sitting in the clouds -- you can totally just watch them blow by. That day in particular, it was pretty strange.. the fog was rolling in up the hill, then it would receed again, only to slowly crawl back up the hill. It was like the ocean was breathing in cold enough weather to be able to see each breath.

This last shot is the same one that i posted above, i just kinda farked around with it on this arty photoshop like program. I thought it turned out kinda cool, so i figured id post it.

Well, thats the end of my clips montage. Hope you enjoyed it, please tune in again next week, same time, same place.

here fishy fishy fishy fishy

So we finally went to the aquarium here. Not really alot to say about it, besides the fact that it was HUGE, and filled with a ton of little kids. I guess the pictures are pretty self explanitory.


that creepy thing im touching in this picture is some sort of crap. Yes, your allowed to touch things in this part of the aquarium.

house guest

So, we have had a friend just begging to come and stay with us, and finally we broke down and let him in.





His name is technically Sachel, but we have dubbed him "el gato" which i believe is spanish for the cat. Lol.. knowing my ability in spanish, weve probably been calling him little tree or something like that for all i know. Anyway, thats his name now as far as im concerned - no matter what it really means. El gato's owner lives upstairs, and over a few apartments. He is NOT douglas's cat as i first believed (thank god). Douglas, by the way has moved out. Hooray for us.



So, anyway.. el gato is one of the nicest cats ive ever met (besides THE Kat of course). He leaps out at you from behind the bushes, to attack you for some vicious petting. He meows ALL the time, even when your petting him he makes this little MAh mah m

ah sort of sound. He also drools if he is really into being pet. This picture is not the most flattering, but it shows you, my dedicated reader, how el gato meows all the time, even when posing for a photograph. Though, this picture was taken on halloween, and i wonder if maybe he wasnt just a tad possessed that night.


He is a very sweet cat. He likes nothing better than just to curl up on your lap and take a nap. It was after him that the term catnap was coined im sure. Dont tell christopher, but I brough him in today again, and he curled up on my belly while i read some stephen king. We both ended up sleeping. Im not sure who drooled more.

catching up

well... i guess its been a long time since i wrote anything. Ive had alot on my mind, and havent gotten around to blogging. The weather has been nice, all the locals are saying that were getting a nice indian summer here. There hasnt been much fog, so the stars over the bay at night look fantastic. Furthermore, we get killer cool sunrises too. They're much prettier than the sunsets.
Even for 6:30 am theyre pretty. And it takes alot to be pretty that early in the morning.


So, another event in the Douglas-the-bad-neighbour-saga.. we got a knock on the door fairly late in the evening the other night. Christopher and i just kind of looked at each other, knowing that late night knocking is never good. So, christopher answers the door.. and yes, its Douglas. Get this... hes holding a piece of paper, and he says "well im sure youve heard by now that im being evicted, im fighting it, and was hoping that you would sign this" he passes the paper towards Christopher, who looks at it - its hand written - and he askes "what does this word say" pointing at a scribbled word. "it says neighbour" Douglas replies. Christopher just looks at Douglas, like hes kidding, and says bluntly "no, i dont think so". He closes the door, and tells me the paper said "i would like it if douglas continued to be my neighbour." So, yeah.. we didnt sign it. I on the other hand, may have taken the paper, and signed YA RIGHT.. or.. NOT ON YOUR LIFE.. or something to that effect.

The other night, i was sleeping as most people are doing at 4:30am. Its been nice enough here to sleep with the bedroom window wide open, and i like seeing the stars as im falling asleep, so we sleep with the blinds pulled all the way up. So... im laying there (as most people do when most people are sleeping at 4:30am) when i wake up suddenly. I was kind of groggy and confused, and couldnt figure out why i woke up. Then i heard the noise. It sorta sounded like some one was creeping around under my window. I heard it a week ago or so, but couldnt see any one when i looked... as was the case this time. After scowering the back feild thing under my window, i layed back down. But, a second later i heard the noise again. i cracked it up to me being paraniod, probably just the neighbours cat catching bugs or something. So, i managed to fall back asleep, just to be woken up about 10 minutes later to dogs in the neighbourhood barking.. i laid there a second.. then heard the noise. Not the same noise.. no no no.. this was spooky.. it was almost a tearing sound. It was so strange. No grogginess this time. I woke right up, sat straight up, straining my ears to listen to the sound. But, as soon as i sat up, the bed creaked and the noise stopped. Wide eyed, i stared out the window, only to see the same wide eyed look times 4 looking back at me. Naturally, i took a picture. For those of you that cant tell, thats four raccoons climbing the tree right outside my window. They looked at me, i looked at them... Im not sure who was more shocked. They decided the tree wasnt as safe as they had originally thought, so they proceeded to climb back down. It took forever, and the sound of their claws in the bark was almost as bad as nails on a chalkboard. Needless to say, ive stopped putting bread outside the window for the birds... and i havent seen the racoons since.

starting fights (a story for cheryl)

So.. theres one thing that im good at, and thats starting a good fight. Unfortunetly today, i started a fight, unbeknownst to me. A fight really isnt fun unless both parties are awear its happening. Otherwise, one side may be too in shock to be able to act accordingly as was the case today. This fine afternoon, i was taking a cab home from a long day at the doctors. OK.. wait. Lemme start at the begining. I had to go to the doctor today, its far enough away that i have to take a cab to get there (and back). The base sits at the top of the hill that i now live on the other side on, and the doctor's office is way on the bottom of the other side. So, when ever we need to go via cab into monterey, we just cut through the base (like i needed to do today). You just have to have base ID which me and christopher both have. Its NEVER a problem, the cabbies never really seem to mind -- they do however have to pop the trunk and their hoods to show they aint packing a car bomb -- but no biggie right? OK so, I go to the doctor, take a cab through base --which like always isnt a problem. The doctor's appointment is for an MRI for my knees which as some of you know have been bothering me on and off for just over a year now. So any way, i was under the impression that an mri was like some new age technology that would be speedy and .. all new-age-technology-like. WRONG. Its this huge bulky LOUD machine that takes FOREVER to take a series of pictures. I have no idea how many the thing actually takes but i was in there for like an hour and a half. The actual picture taking (and sitting perfectly still) lasted for about an hour. Not my idea of a good time. So, after this wonderful way to spend my afternoon, I walk to the place where cabs wait for fares, but there isnt any, so i call one. I give the dispatcher my location, and my destination which is right out side the back gates of the base. To cut through base, its like a 5 minute drive.. straight up the hill, in the main gate to the base, and right out the back and your at my place, or... you can go all the way around the base, down a road like robson street, with traffic galore, and tons of one way and "you cant turn here" streets - which takes about 15 minutes. So, when the cab gets there i say what i always do when i get in. I give em my address, and then let them know i have an ID that gets me through base, so id like to cut through. Often the cabbies ask if you can cut through, sometimes they dont... i figure they hope they get the more expensive go around fare. So ive learned just to let em know right away you got ID and you want the cheap direct route, no funny business. OK.. so i get in.. say my speal.. then ask the guy how his day has been, you know polite cabbie chit chat. He barks out back to me "it was fine until you asked to cut through the base" He was so rude about it i thought he may be kidding, then i thought maybe i was in one of those candid camera cars so i looked around, but no camera. He immediately launches into this lecture about how weird it is for me to ask to cut through base, and that no one makes requests like that. I politely said that as i dont have a car, and i live right on the other side of base, that i frequently take cabs through the base, and not one cabbie has said a word about it. All of this takes place in about 2 blocks. He was still ranting when i said, "look if its that much of a problem for you to go through base, just let me out here, ill call another cab".. i wasnt rude, though i should have been.. i really was just totally in shock about the whole thing. So he says to me that letting me out is a good idea, but he wants me to pay the 3.00$ - and let me tell ya, he wasnt asking nicely. I said "look, your the one with the problem here, im not paying you cause you dont want to take me where i want to go." He promptly pulled over, and said abruptly "get out" so i did. I was good too. I didnt slam the door, i didnt yell.. i didnt really say much. I got out my cell and called the cab company... and got the dispatcher on the line. Before i could tell him what had happened, he said to me that a replacement cab was on its way. He didnt appologise, he didnt even hear me out. THATS when i got mad. I was furious. And just at that second the cabbie that kicked me to the curb drove by, and thats when i gave him the finger. Unfortunetly, it was rush hour at a busy intersection, and im sure 4 other drivers thought i was giving them the finger.. but ohwell. I felt better about the whole thing.

who needs rooster fights -- lets bet on fish

OK ok ok.. so i havent blogged in forever. And im left wondering, is my life so boring that i have absolutely NOTHING to report to those who care enough to read my blog? Surely I have something that is happening in my life that is worth relaying. For the last week, or two even, ive thought this through, and the only answer i have is... god my life is boring. Boring is good though, its calm and lacking in crisis. So.. i can deal with that. Seriously though, I have finally have something worth blogging about -- there are 2 new members to my family. Blog -- meet Mortimer and Demitrius the 3rd... Demitrius & Mortimer-- meet my blog.
As some of you fish experts out there may know, these are called Bettas which are also known as fighting fish. You cant put 2 of em in the same tank, cause theyll kill each other. I didnt really believe that, no you sickos i didnt put em in the same tank to find out... but.. i didnt believe it cause they really dont do anything. These fish are Lazy (note the capital L). Seriously, they dont do a thing, and often i catch them napping on their plants... too lazy to swim even. So, i put their tanks really close together to see if i could get some action out of these two.. and sure enough if they didnt puff up all their fins and what not, and start slamming into the sides of their tanks to try to get to one another. So, now once every few days, i do that to ensure theyre getting their proper excercise (and im getting my proper entertainment). Anyway, i think that there is some market potential for this. I mean, think about all the cash those illegal rooster fights bring in... and you have to spend so much to feed and care for roosters. So, just think, there would be some serious gain in cash just by the small overhead there is in caring for these fuckers. Betta fighting could have some serious economic potential.

Betta fish: $4.00
Betta bowl: $5.00
Betta food: $2.00
Betta carnage: Priceless...

" i just sat on your glasses, but i think theyre ok"

"if you were my neighbour, i wouldnt like you very much either"

So... were finally starting to meet people in the building, but i think i liked it better before. We've had this ongoing saga thatsbrewing with the guy who lives upstairs that raged this weekend to the point of calling the police. I guess i should start at the begining... douglas is about 60 he is bald on top and has a HUGE mustash to make up for it. Ive never trusted anyone with a big mustash -- if you ask me theyre hiding something, besides their upper lip. Anyway.... douglas drinks wine. Alot of wine from what i can tell. He also doesnt seem to go to work. If he does work, its not until after noon, so he can stay up fairly late. Douglas also hates our building manager. I mean hate with a capital H. We have a leak in our bathroom comming from his bathroom, and hes been refusing to let the manager in to his place to fix it. Douglas is also the type of guy that corrects you if you call the building manager the landlord. It really irks him. Douglas is close to 60 and has been living here for 30 years. Thats half of his life drinking and carrying on with loud voices as he does. Douglas likes to get his freak-on with his girlfriend in the wee hours of the morning/night. I dont mind an active social life, as long as i dont have to hear it but.. hes got this squeek in his bed that is loud enough to wake both Christopher and myself out of a deep sleep. He also likes to get his freak on in the tub (believe me i know cause i can hear it), but i believe thats how the leak ended up destroying our ceiling. OK..so.. the story goes like this. Douglas has either kept me and C up, or woken us more than half of the days/nights weve been here so far. This place has thin walls and floors, but like good neighbours we've been biting our tongues. Well, the other night douglas had a lady friend over. They stayed up late drinking (or i assume they were cause youd have to be drunk to hang out with douglas)... so first it was the same crap as always.. loud voices, music.. till after we went to bed.. well till after C was able to fall asleep. I laid there staring at the ceiling where i listened to them walk to the bathroom where they proceeded to have a bath and get funky. It was truely gross -- between the swishing of the water, the squeeking on the bottom of the tub, or the constant Drip drip dripping of their sex water trickling down onto my bathroom floor -- i thought i was going to puke. Finally they quieted down enough for me to fall asleep...not for long of course. We were both woken up by the perverts squeeking bed.. We laid there for a bit.. trying to decide what to do.. but i mean, his bed is LOUD. You could hear it all.. and we really didnt want too. After 2 weeks of his shit, and the fact that Christopher had to get up at 5:30 (it was after 1am by this point) this was the straw that broke the cammels back. Christopher stood straight up in the bed, and gave a sturdy knock on the ceiling at the fornicators. They stopped... for like 2 minutes, and then started back up like nothing had happend. The next day i was home alone.. and douglas was making a ton of noise upstairs. Well.. we had just gotten our computer speakers all hooked up, all 5 of them with a bass box and all. So..every time douglas got loud, i turned up the music. I can play that game.. Anyway, he never came to talk to me or anything... instead he waited until later that night (thank god C was there - or it may have gotten realllly ugly) he came down and knocked on our door. We answered and he said.. ."did i offend you last night"? we said.. "well it wasnt offensive persay but you were keeping us up so i thought id let you know.."
"well id appreciate it if you didnt do that again, its very rude".. we said something about how we dont enjoy listening to him, that hes kept us up more nights than not.. it kinda went back and forth for a bit.. with him getting a bit more beligerant as the conversation went on. Finally, he says.. well im flattered i keep you up, im old enough to be your father. And i quickly say, "ya, but that doesnt mean you get to talk to us like you are, maybe you should come back and we'll discuss this when your not drunk". Well. He sure didnt like that. He started ranting "well stick a finger in your dimple" He headed up the stairs to his place, we closed the door. It wasnt even but 2 minutes that he was back knocking on our door. C opened it, and he started threating to call the cops on us, and that if he did C "would get kicked out of his school and sent to iraq" and then of course ranted some more about my dimples. We got our landlord (sorry... our BUILDING MANAGER) to call the cops... who came promply as they have delt with douglas more than once in the past. They took our statements first, where i pretended to almost cry, accusing him of harrassing us (a cute, nice young military couple) by saying C was going to die in iraq, and that he wanted to touch me inappropriatly. I have to admit, hollywood needs to discover me. Anyway... they went up to douglas' place, where he then tried convince the cops he was right.. and the cops didnt like that. The one thats delt with him before actually said "if i was your neighbour i woudnt like you very much either". As far as im concerned that was the victory right there.

Humans: a definition

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a15KgyXBX24

This is possibly one of the best things ive seen posted on the net - a must see. Enjoy.

boating and unpacking - oh my

wow.. what a packed weekend, and it sure went fast. We got a call saturday that christophers stuff was arriving sunday. I was enjoying a pleasant day boating when we got the call.

I think my cigarette boat could have gone faster if it wasnt for the chain linking it to the coin box. But, i still had fun.

So, as many of you know, christopher's stuff came from tennesse. The airforce hired a moving company from that area to get his stuff over here. Man, now that guy was "about as country as you can get" according to christopher.

I have not seen a mullet that fine (or that greasy) in a very long time - if ever.

Now, i shot this picture on the sly, so its not very good, but i had to show off this mullet even if it wasnt a great representation of it.

That is also a picture of my font door. Charming isnt it?

We also got a smoking deal on a couch this weekend. Heres christopher, taking the new couch for a test ride, tired out before the mover even came..

and a picture of our technology hub where we sat for hours on the floor infront of the laptop, as weve been without a phone or tv or stereo.

Once we get everything set up, ill take some more pics of what the place looks like all set up.. as it is now, its insane but atleast looks lived in. I also have a table for the laptop, instead of that fancy box that its on in that picture. So, were living the highlife. lol..

I miss you all tons. Take care.

why you shouldnt leave toothpicks on the ground

and were back

Ah the joy of wireless internet and unsecured network connections. Thank you to the idiot in my new apartment building im stealing internet from. Howdy all in blog land. I hope you had a lovely weekend. Christopher and i spent most of it in target, and other random stores getting things for the new place. Speaking of which, the new apartment is great. Its a little loud, and a little small, but its home. Its great.. close to base, a spectacular view... and its void of chinese girls with bad sharing manners, and bad bowels. Ill try to see if i can upload a few shots of the view from the living room, but im not sure that i can do it with this weak connection. I swear you can see the ocean as far as you can see to the right or the left. Its a little ways down, but.. god its beautiful. Were on top of this big hill too, so no neighbours to look into our windows either, and it kinda feels like theres only forest between us and the ocean cause of the drop.

Cool eh? Ill send some pics of the actual apartment soon, as soon as we get some furniture - lol... Aparently some things are comming from tennessee tomorrow, but according to the moving company hired by the airforce, they dont tell you WHEN you are getting your things, only that theyll be here before the 25th. Alteast we have internet. I can keep myself fairly entertained with that alone. We went through base today to walk down to monterey, and as it often happens we came accross a deer. I always forget to post about em when we seem em, and it happens so often its almost commen place now, and i almost dont think much on it. Today though, a big buck ran out across our path.. i usually only see fawns and does. As luck has it i just happend to pull out my camera as it passed and i got a pic of it.





Well thats about it for the time being... it looks like im losing my connection. Talk to you all soon!

And so...

another summer come and gone or going atleast. Ive sepnt the last week making all the arrangements for our next place, which were moving into this friday. Christopher and i are both very excited to be getting our own place, with out a different roomate each week. We were also relieved to find out that when the airforce has orders for thier airmen that force them to change locations they pay for a move for them, 8000 lbs for free. So, that means we dont have to refurnish this place from absolutely nothing like we thought we were going to have to. Christophers mom is being very helpful and is sending a ton of other stuff along with all of his thing, so that is very cool. We still need to get a couch, so dont make any travel plans yet kartmazovs (or oakley). The only hitch for the whole thing is that we have no clue when the stuff is comming. It has to be with in 30 days of the request, and it may be like within a week or 2.. but we really have no idea. Ahh how fun. .. the joy of surprise.

We'll have our new phone and cable and internet all set up by wednesday next week, so ill most likely dissapear friday and ill be back online by wednesday (for those of you who see me on msn -- or those of you who rag on me when i go a day or 2 without blogging -- ahem..oakley, kat). When i return, I imagine ill be even more crazy than i currently am.. being with out any furniture, cable, phone, or internet for 5 days. Those that know me, know that i wont handle that well. It will be alot of long days playing solitare on the laptop. But, the new place is on the other side of the hill that the base is on though, so well be closer to a new town called pacific grove. than we are to monterey though technically were still in monterey. Anyways... ill have a new "city" to go check out.

On a different note.. i thought id give you all another fart update, as i know how entertaining fart humor is to my classy friends. Christopher and i went to rent a movie from the local place we go to, a small store with three different rooms for different types of movies. We were in the action section, a tiny little room off the main room, just me Christopher and some random asian man... Christopher was hanging out in the doorway, i was on the other side of him, and the guy was on the other side of me, not but 3 feet away. Christopher FARTED!! I mean he really let one rip too! The man looked up wide eyed at me, and then quickly back at the wall of movies. I looked over to Christopher, to give him hell... and he wasnt there!! I then realized that he slipped out the door way as soon as he did it, leaving the little asian man to think that it was I that cut the cheese!.... man i could have died. I literally ran out of the little action movies room (where all the action was that night) and into the comedy room where Christopher was hiding (the little comedian that he thinks he is), seriously enjoying his little prank -- laughing his little ass off. I could have killed him. Whats worse is i had to go back into the action room to get the movie i wanted and the man was still in there. I didnt even look to see if he looked up at us the second time -- i just ran in and out -- movie in hand. Anyway, im begining to think that maybe that the Fart Man really is Christopher. Arent i lucky to have such a witty man? har har har...

better late than never

OK.... for some strange reason the beach pics from like forever ago are finally uploading (and ive tried like 4 billion times). This is the beach up a ways from my place, like a 15 minute drive north. And just on the other side of that sand cliff is a strip mall, and a highway. Its so strange to have something so beautiful by something so .. urban.

Here is the picture of the parasailer or glider or whatever the hell theyre called.
Cool eh?

I want to try it, but I dont think christopher is a big fan of that idea.

And those are some of the pictures of the beach. I got a new camera for my birthday (thanks mom), so im guessing the next few posts will be picture happy. Providing i can get this uploading thing to work again.

There is no such thing as coincidences

You know, ive never been one to get wrapped up with conspiracy theories, and yet id never ignore one either. My friend Tom brings up an interesting point about the ass picker being the fart guy. A few weeks ago in the gym, christopher and I were walking down the hall to the stairs, and we heard this random PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. I have no clue who did it, we didnt see the culprit as we were already turning on to the stairway. I didnt really think much of it at that time, but last week when we were at the movies, just as the lights were dimming, yes.. you got it, another nasty PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. In the gym's weight room just on this past monday, im lifting weights so i cant turn around... and what do i hear? ohhh yeah.... PFFFFFFFFFFFT. Some one with terrible gas is following me. As this moment I have officially named him "Fart Man". He is a super hero with only one super power -- he can clear a room in under 3 seconds.

"hit that racket ball with that racket"

Hello blog land people. Ive been trying to motivate myself to blog for a while now, and just havent been able to pull it off. When im out and about something remotely funny will happen, and ill say "oooo when i get home im going to blog about that" but of course i never do. For instance, one afternoon last week, christopher and i were at the gym, we were walking down the hall from the weight room to the stairs to leave. The hall has racket ball courts on one side of it, and people occasionally stand out in the hall watching the games... as it was this day. The hall is fairly long, about 4 or 5 racket ball courts long, and as we were leaving there was a man at the last court watching intently as 2 army boys hammered the little ball against the back wall. He was fairly far away, but not so far that I couldnt tell he was doing something to his ass, that he probably shouldnt be doing. As i got closer i could tell that he was attempting to dislodge his underwear from his butt. He had on those short shorts gym shorts, and had his hand up the side/back of them, digging away. Right as we got up to him, he realised he wasnt alone in the hallway, right at the same time he had his hand over his poop shoot. I mean.. seriously.. it was right back there. He looked at us, in shock.. and then back at the court and then back at us and said in an encouraging type chant to the payers behind the glass that cant hear him "ummm hit that racket ball with that racket". He continued to chant this more than obvious goal of the game to players that couldnt hear him until we passed and were up the stairs and out of ear shot. Now.. dont get me wrong. Im all about the comfort, AND im a female, so i know about uncomfortable undies all too well.. but for god sakes people... go OUTSIDE your clothes to adjust your self. OUTSIDE.

So, Ni has left for her vacation, and wont be back until after i leave. I WAS looking forward to having the house to ourselves.. ya right. Her house guest is away for this week, because Ni invited some one to sublet her room for this week. Then of course the house guest is comming back. so.. no time alone. The new roomate is very chatty. When she isnt chatting me up, or christopher.. her cell phone is glued to her head. Seriously, yesterday, I was helping Christopher with his homework, and she comes out and starts asking random questions about the DLI (the language base). If that wasnt enough, later, when christopher was sleeping, and i was doing some sit ups she comes out to go to the bathroom, but instead sees me doing situps and says "ooo i should do that, excersize really makes you feel good... how many do you do.. i took a salsa class once, you really have to use your Abs for that..." and on and on.. i seriously didnt say a thing, i mean im counting to 100, and im somewhere around 50, i dont want to stop, or god forbid lose count. But, its a condundrum right, cause i dont want to listen to her either. Then of course my mean side comes out, and my mind starts wandering...and all i can think is "put your money where your mouth is fatty and excerize if it feels soo good" or "how do you know what excersize feels like blimpo..your one salsa lesson?" Man, im glad i dont say horrible things like that. Im sure its bad enough that i think them, but.. its been well established im already going to hell -- so whats it matter.

i almost died

So, i woke up today... earlier than most days, and any one that really knows me well knows that i like my sleep. The more the better, and when its cut short, im really just not very nice at all. I rolled over, me and Christopher shared a nice little morning breath kiss, then some how miss coordinated our movements, and i SMOKED my nose on the back of his head so hard that i saw stars. I should have known then... but im a trooper so, i got up and tried to start breakfast. After trying to interact for a short 5 minutes i decided it would probably be a better idea (for me and the rest of the world) if i just went back to bed. So.. fully clothed in my SFU sweats -- hoodie drawn as far over my head as it would go, to try to cut out some light -- i went back to sleep. I got up a short hour later, with a splitting headache, and massive pain in my left eye. I went to the mirror, i was sure that i had hit my face so hard that i had a black eye, but thank god i didnt.. it was just the tiniest bit swollen. So.. i got up, made breakfast... the day was progressing much better with my second try at it, but my eye was seeming to get worse and worse. I took an extra strength advil, and layed down for a bit, and took a nap (sleep -- the cure for everything). I woke up, feeling much better the third time around now, and we got ready and went to go see the new Robin Williams movie, the night listener. I should have known that it was going to suck, just by my morning. OK, it didnt suck, but i was dissapointed. Thats a different story though, im telling a story about how i almost died. Dont you get me off track. OK.. where was i... Ohh yeah, ok so.. after the movie, my eye was reallly starting to hurt again.. my nose was starting to run.. i felt like i had a fever.. i thought maybe i was getting the flu or something. By the time we got home, it felt like i was gunna die.
I laid on the couch and considered going to sleep yet again, and seeing if a fourth try to the day may help my circumstances, but i just got an advil instead. I sat back down, took off my hoodie, and like a minute later, Christopher pointed at something on the carpet beside me and my hoodie and said "look". I looked.. it was a BEE.. a dead bee! He picked it up and threw it out, and you know what the fucker was missing? You got it kids, his stinger.. and you know where it was? Yup you guess it again, it was in my fucking bottom eye lid, like a millimeter from my eye. My hero pulled out the stinger, and it felt better right away... dont get me wrong.. it still hurts like hell.. but it doesnt feel like im going to die anymore atleast. So, im left wondering, when did the bee sneak into my hoodie? How did he sting me without me noticing? Would he have stung me if i didnt go back to bed? The only answer i could come up with is "damn, i hate bees".

oh yeah

in my angry rant i forgot to actually post some of the other things i wanted to. For instance... as requested.. here are a few pics from the beach last weekend. The sand cliffs are cool, and a popular place for these parachute people go.. parasailing? i dunno what its called -- but i sure wanna try it. I saw them the day my plane landed, and ive wanted to do it ever since.

On another note, i also wanted update my links page to add this True stories blog i read. Its got some pretty crazy stories posted on it... and the guy is a good writer. IF for some reason i cant figure out how to update my side bar links, here is his blog address
http://truestoriesblog.blogspot.com/

I guess thats about it folks. Now if i can just get these damn pics to upload im outta here.

Time to elaborate

Man, have you ever wished that other things besides merchandise had a 30 day back return policy? I want my old roomate back, the exchange was a rip off! Shes been here less than a week, and already there are panties hanging in the bathroom, shes moved all my stuff off the sink counter to make room for her facial creams and cleansers and crap. She used metal silverwear in my nonstick tephlon pots. She's using my spices, cooked with my honey, eaten my noodles (because they were "chinese noodles, so i thought they werent yours") she has a house guest thats here for an undertermined amount of time.. who is going to stay here while Ni is out of town. This morning the 2 of them were doing jazzercise on the shared deck we have out side our bedrooms at 8AM!!! Our deck has a gravel top layer, so, the sound was reminescent of nails on a chalk board for me -- a horrible gritty grinding. And one of the most frustrating things, though i dont know why it is... is she opened a thing of hand soap that my old roomate gave to me. You know how those pump bottles need to be cracked open, like how you need to twist the pump for it to pop out and you can use it? Well the bitch popped my pump and used my soap. It seems like one of the most petty of things that she has done to be mad about, but god.. im MAD. Christopher has urged me to say something to her about all of it.. and if i was living here for a long term period with her i would have to say something, but as it is i think ill just turn a blind eye, and blog as relieve to my anger. Contrary to popular belief i hate confrontation (unless whiskey is involved -- hence why i dont drink anymore). So, i dont really want to be all confrontational if i can avoid it. I mean im only here for 20 more days. I think i may have gotten the point across today when they were jazzercising, and i ripped my blinds back, and glared at them menacingly, in my pajamas, my morning hair sticking up every which way. Last night, i set up camp in the living room, watching TV till the wee hours of the morning so her house guest would be forced to sleep in her room. I staked my territory and I won that battle. So.. yeah.. thats my experience with my new roomate Ni so far. Its a good thing i watch so many crime drama shows where the murderer always gets caught because of forensic evidence or this chick would already be somewhere pushing up daisies.

long time no blog

hello my blog readers.. it feels like forever since ive posted anything. Things are good here in sunny california -- actually sunny for a change. Speaking of change -- im in the midst of a roomatge change over. Im trading in my chinese roomie for another chinese roomie. I wanted an upgrade, but in the end decided Id stay with the same model, just something a little newer, and maybe with out the defective bowels. My new roomates name is Nee or Ni im not sure how she spells it, but everytime i say it I have to fight the urge to chant "We are the knights who go NEE". So far i have been successfull but really its only a matter of time. Speaking of moving... yes its that time, my sublet is running out at the end of the month, so Ive been apartment huntung. Christ i thought it was expensive to live in vancouver -- it doesnt even come close to some of the rents ive seen here. But, I think weve found a place, and its only a 5 minute walk from base, and has a fantastic view of the bay. I think we'll take it, if only because its the only one weve seen for under 1000$. We spent almost all of last weekend at the beach, it was phenomenal (besides the dead bird i almost stepped on when we were playing frisbee). I got some pics here that ill load up sooner than later. Well.. i guess thats all i have to say for now... thanks for all your comments everyone! Miss you all lots - t -

Im going to hell

OK, against better judgment, im posting about a dream i had last night. It was one of those crazy realistic epic dreams, that leave you more tired that not when you wake up, but as with many dreams I have forgotten most of the details already. So.. yeah.. im stalling. I feel guilty about this dream -- horrified really -- and didnt want to tell anyone, but, ugh.. yeah ok here it goes. I had this dream last night that i rolled a dude in a wheel chair out into the street, his chair tipped over, where i then proceeded to leap on him, kicking the crap out of him.. and like, were talking a classic east van beating, not a whimpy chick-hair pulling-slapping beating. In the dream, the dude was sinister -- a truely evil man, though now i cant remember what it was that he did that made him so evil. But it was one of those dreams where only you know that the person was a bad person, everyone else just sees you rolling a helpless man into oncomming traffic and giving him the beating of his life.

make sure to always wear clean underwear

This last week, i read something posted by a wise lady that asked "when you die, are you stuck in heaven wearing the clothes that you died in for eternity?" And after the classic is there or is there not a heaven debate, the following critical questions went through my head, in this order:

1. Oh great.. do I have to worry about dressing myself in heaven?
2. Do i have to be stylish..and colour coordinate?
3. Does that mean I have to do laundry in heaven?
4. Is it possible that everyone everyone just goes naked instead?
5. Are ugly people allowed to go naked?
6. Can we force people to wear something if they dont want to, but we want them too -- who's heavenly wishes out rank some one elses?
7. What if we ARE stuck wearing the same thing, and we were wearing what we were wearing because it was laundry day, and so our outfit is really uncomfortable.. or ugly.. or we have holes in our socks?
8. IF we have holes in our socks, do they get bigger?
9. If we dont have holes in our socks, do we get holes in our socks?
10. What if we were wearing sandles, and no socks, but its drafty in heaven, can you get socks?
11. If you can get socks, can you get other clothes? Or, are you stuck wearing the same clothes you die in for eternity!?

....It really does give a whole new meaning to that old moms' saying "always wear clean underwear, because you just never know".

"Stop!! Police!!!? Theft!!!!... That woman just stole my horoscopes!!!"

Howdy people. My friend Kat who many of you either know, or have read her posts, writes for the paper of the college i used to go to. Among other thigs, she writes the horoscopes. Lately shes been creating a themed horoscope, and the one for next month was too good not to post. Thanks Kat for these august horoscopes (even though you didnt give me persmission -- hehehe, i posted your pic so you could be more mad about that than me stealing your horoscopes)

VAN GOGH-O-SCOPES

(Written by Kat http://kaiaroha.livejournal.com/)

For those of you unfamiliar with this type of themed horoscope, an explanation is in order. I take a person of reknown, and then use their quotes to hurt you, or, less commonly, to make you happy. It's amazing how years later, the wisdom of the greats still holds true, even if not as originally intended. Sure, some may call it irreverant, or a huge perversion of the original meaning, but i like it like that- perverse, dirty and wrong.

AQUARIUS (Jan 20-Feb 19)"I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate." I think you should get these words tattooed prominently across your back, Aquarius, as when it comes to you, truer words have never been written. (Well, except maybe the stuff i write about you in my blog, all about how you never call me, and try to make me cry- that's pretty true too.) You were born to travel, to have adventures; you were born for an extraordinary life. I promise i won't fuss too much about you leaving, well, not to your face anyways.

PISCES (Feb 20-Mar 20)"Conscience is a man's compass," which is good news for those Pisces who actually HAVE a conscience. You do what you know to be right, follow your heart instead of the dictates of others, and look at the happiness you've found! For the rest of you soulless bastards out there, what can i say? You're going to hell. Fry fucker.

ARIES (Mar 21-Apr 19)"I wish they would only take me as I am." It'd be nice hey? I guess it just goes to show that some things never change: there's always going to be people judging us, making assumptions, and being all around pricks. There's only one thing you can do- ignore them, and don't let the bastards get you down. Well, that's the only legal thing anyways!

TAURUS (Apr 20-May 20)"Love is something eternal, the aspect may change, but not the essence." Love may not conquer all, but the ability to love can overcome despair, and give us back to ourselves. I think the only thing that matters is that we still love, despite risk, pain and disappointment. You're doing just fine, sweetheart.

GEMINI (May 21-June 21)"As we advance in life it becomes more and more difficult, but in fighting difficulties the innermost strength of the heart is developed." Let's hope Vincent knew what he was talking about Gemini. You've been through hell recently, but things have to get better. Until then...well, we measure success in survival these days. (This too shall pass.)

CANCER (June 22- July 22)"Great things are not done by impulse, but a series of small things brought together." Like going to Uni, doing your undergrad, then your MA, and now your bloody PhD. OK, we get it, you're not only brilliant but diligent as well. You just keep going until you get what you want, which in my opinion is the mark of an obsessive personality. Ah well, you know what they say about success- it's 10% inspiration, 40% determination, and 50% being willing to bump off all those fuckers who get in your way. Oh, and i think having a wicked MySpace page helps. Fine, and being incredibly handsome and brilliant and talented. I guess that helps too.

LEO (July 23-Aug 22)"What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?" Wow, a more apt quote for you couldn't exist. For those Leos who had the strength to follow their hearts, even to strange, if not so distant lands, i have nothing but admiration for you. You had the courage to take a risk, and look at all you've gained. For those Leos that have neither strenghth nor faith- an empty life is punishment enough. (An empty life and a kick in the balls, that is.) SO much to look forward to!

VIRGO (Aug 23-Sept 22)"If you hear a voice within you say "you cannot paint," then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced." However, if you hear a voice that says "you cannot kill hobos", you probably shouldn't. Sure, killing will silence the voices...for a while. But then they'll come back, demanding ever more hobo blood, and the madness will continue. Or, that voice might, just might be your conscience. Or the cops. Think about it (the cops bit, not all that lovely, lovely hobo blood). Medication is a good thing.

LIBRA (Sept 23-Oct 22)"... whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well." Fits you to a "t"... I don't know what any of us would do without you.

SCORPIO (Oct 23-Nov 21)"In the end we shall have had enough of cynicism and skepticism..and we shall want to live more musically." I think it's time you allowed yourself time to find out what it is that you want to do. Escape the cynicism of the city, the tedium of daily routine, and go stare at the stars for a while. And then come back, more rested, happier...just remember to come back.

SAGGITARIUS (Nov 22-Dec 21)"I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day." Well, that's certainly true of the Downtown Eastside at any rate- if by "alive" he means teeming with crackheads, and "richly coloured" is interpreted as loud and smelling of urine. Ah, life in all it's diverse splendor is certainly represented in our neighbourhood! Serenaded to sleep every night by the sound of sirens, and addicts arguing in the alley below- it's like living poetry.

CAPRICORN (Dec 22-Jan 19)"The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." Nothing could be more true about you, sweet Capricorn.Though at the moment, i think the way you love yourself is pretty artistic too! (you're my favourite distraction) Your love is perfection, endless grace, redemption; any who have it are blessed in countless ways. Everlong.

*Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) was a renowned artist, as famous for his depression as he was for his works of art. Perhaps best known for his painting "Starry Night", and for chopping off his own ear, Van Gogh remains one of the most acclaimed and influential artists in recent history. You should know all of this already- your parents must be very disappointed that they saved up money for your college education. It's all wasted on you.The horoscopes are written by KHOBE, who would love to hear from you, in the form of a note sent to the Gleaner office, or an email to stopitloser@hotmail.com. Not that i don't appreciate the sentiment behind the 4 am phone calls, with the heavy breathing, or the dead roses on my front step. I can tell you're a romantic at heart, and i love the attention. I'd just prefer something in writing (something i can take to the cops). Send me theme requests, feedback, or passionate declarations of love. And Pisces, nobody cares, so stop whining.

And who said online tests arent accurate

OK, so i was checking out one of the blogs from the great blog experiment, and found this "nerd test" at a blog site called ricardo's realm, http://ricardosrealm.blogspot.com/.

My Score Summary

• Overall, I scored as follows:
• 78% scored higher (more nerdy), and 22% scored lower (less nerdy).

What does this mean? My nerdiness is: Not nerdy, but definitely not hip

T rides the short bus

Oh where to begin where to begin. I sure did have a full day today, starting with denny's breakfast (which is always a gong show in itself). After Breakfast we headed over to some department store, so i could get some clothes to help me tollerate this heat a bit better, and i swear the change rooms may as well have had a sign that said "Children's play area: No rules need apply" I mean it was seriously a free for all. There was this one little brat doing cartwheels down the corridor of the change room. Another one screeming and running around in circles. 2 kids holding another hostage in one of the change rooms by barring the door (which i have to admit i did find mildly amusing). I changed and got the hell out of there as soon as i could, but not before this one kid who was about 10 years old KICKED me! i dont know if she thought she was chuck norris, or if she was trying to immitate a ballerina.. but i seriously considered throat punching the brat. Hell if your old enough to start it, your old enough to get beat down. Right?
Later on that day, we were walking along in this parking lot and saw this really weird looking seagull. It was grey, and wouldnt fly away -- it was just kinda hopping along. Then out of no where this huge ass seagull dive bombs us, then lands on a roof of the building beside us and the grey gull. It started making this really strange noise, like a little bark almost -- over and over -- while staring us down. It was then we figured out that the grey gull was a baby, and the feirce beast must be its protective mother. I tried to convince Christopher to go after the baby, i wanted to see what lengths the mama gull would go to to protect her baby, plus ive never seen any one attacked by a gull and thought that it may be kinda funny... but C saw right through my demented plot and wanted nothing to do with it. We walked past the baby gull and just for good measure the mama bird flew RIGHT at us one last time, just incase we didnt get the picture. Seriously, the thing flew RIGHT over our heads, and only like a foot above us! I thought it was gunna seek revenge and shit on us, but, we made it out of the parking lot safe.
We wanted to find an air conditioned refuge, so we decided to go see that new movie Lady in the Water. It was way too hot to walk up to the theatre so we decided to head to the bus loop to see when the bus left. The one bus that goes to the mall runs like once an hour, and we had just missed it. But me being the bus expert i am, went to the board to see if another bus went along the route to the mall... eureka.. the #54 did, and it was scheduled to leave in 2 minutes. We looked around and no bus was in site... except for this SHORT bus. I swear.. it said "shuttle bus" on the side, but it looked like a handi-dart bus. It was a short bus there is no way around it. I mean, we even had to ask if it was a normal bus and whether it stopped at the mall or not. It did, so we rode the short bus to the mall, and saw the movie, which I liked much better than the Village (which doesnt say much i guess). I was able to enjoy it alot more after i threatened some abnoxious teenagers. Seriously, you know the annoying group of teens that travel in a pack of about 9? Well thats who was in my movie theatre today. About 3 random people shoooshed these kids throughout the show, till finally i turned around and said "seriously, you wanna SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" I made eye contact with this one boy -- I believe he was the ring leader -- for an uncomfortable amount of time, and they actually shut up for 10 whole minutes. When they began to pipe back up the people directly behind me said "SHUT UP! youve been told like 4 times now -- GOD!". I gave the ring leader another evil glance, and they all got up (all 9 of em) and slunk out of the theatre. I guess they felt the immintent danger of the theatre as the croud gained strenth in numbers as they turned on them. I mean shit, its not like they need to worry about missing the ending, they talked through most of it anyway.
So yeah, in summary: denny's, abnoxios kids beating me and almost getting beat back, seagull attacks, short busses, and threatening abnoxious teens. Hows THAT for a blog entry.

blog experiments and death threats

OK, so awhile back I got a comment from this random person i didnt know regarding my creepy farting dude post. His name is morris (the stranger that left a comment, not the creepy farting dude).. upon reading his comment i realised that strangers could read my blog. Being the blog n00b that i am, i had not known that my blog could be viewed by people that didnt directly know my link. I didnt know i was listed in the blogspot.com listings or whatever they are called. Anyways, i checked out this guys blog, out of curiosity, and hes got this kinda neat experiment going on. Go to http://thegreatestblogexperiment.blogspot.com/ to check it out -- but basically its like a blog link page, to help increase traffic. I checked it out a few weeks ago, and he had like 10 posts (if that). Now, he's past 50. I found some interesting reading material there so far... and some crap, but i guess thats the way it is with life. So, some of you may be interested in this site -- others may not... but i figured that i'd give a post about it, as i have added him to my links list, and he is going to do the same for me.

As for life here... things are quiet, which is nice. But the down side of quiet is boredom. We have officially exausted all the things to do in monterey.. which really isnt alot. Being a fairly recent non-drinker Im finding it hard to adjust to finding things to do that dont include going to get wasted. What else is there to do in a military town? I mean, there are more bars here than there are gas stations, schools, and Mcdonalds all put together. I have to be honest, its hard not to fall back on drinking for something to do.

But, last night i had this dream that i got sooooo wasted that the day after i spent all day trying to figure out how i got a huge wad of cash in my pocket. I had pawned something very important and expensive off to someone, but because i was so drunk i couldnt remember what it was that i had sold. I woke up thankful that i dont have mornings where im trying to remember what i did the night before anymore, even if I do have some bored evenings. Ill take boredom over that shitty "what the hell did i do last night" feeling anytime -- some times it just takes a good nightmare to refresh your memory.

On a different note... I'd like to thank everyone that has taken the time to post comments in my blog. I feel so far away from home, from friends and family some times.. and i really get warm fuzzies when i read my comments. Keep em comming folks, cause if i ever get really really lonely and depressed.. and say i off myself.. you sure would feel guilty that you didnt post more often. Donchya think?

And yes mom.. i AM joking.

;)

random things and poop posts

Ok.. so you know your bored when things like this entertain you immensly.

http://teppo.tv/pelisali/index_en.html

Find 5 things that are different between the pictures. Click on the picture, where there is a difference. Your being timed so dont sit there like a moron like i did... you lose time for every mistake you make.

On a different note, I think my roomate has a sick colon. I never knew such nastiness could come out of such a nice little asian girl. So much for my theory that their craps look like hello kitty, or peekacho. Every morning that i go into the bathroom, there are fecal reminants sprayed across the bowl. I guess i should be thankfull that its the inside of the bowl. Seriously though, this morning, there was the usual "spray array", as well as some left over turd floaties. I mean... come on now, what ever happened to the 2 flush courtesy rule?

happy independence day

Ok im totally pissed. I just wrote this HUGE post about my first forth of july and somehow while i was working on it this yahoo search site popped up, navigating me away from my posting page. I frantically hit BACK over and over, and of course its gone, my awesome post is gone and lost forever. Man that pisses me off. And its not like i was only half way thru, i was finnishing up. ARG. In fact, im so pissed im not even going to try to recreate my awesome last entry, and instead ill leave you with something ive been mulling over today. Why do americans call independence day "fourth of july" in conversation? I mean, no one says "happy independence day" they all say "happy fourth of july". Canadians dont say "happy july first" they say "happy canada day". In fact, no other holiday is refered to by its date, instead of its holiday name. Could you imagine? "Happy december 25th!" I mean, its just strange dont you think?

excuse me sir, you dropped something

Ok so, get this... me and christopher are sitting on a bus stop bench killing time before he has to head into the base. This guy walks by, kinda meandering. He gets like 3 feet past us and he just stops. I look at christopher, he looks at me -- were both like, what the fuck -- and the dude stands there for like what seemed like an eternity, even though it was only like a minute. Just as i leaned over and wispered "what the hell is he doing?" HE FARTED. And, im not talking about no little poot here, were talking like full on Pttttttttttthhh pttt pt. Then buddy just walked away, back to his meandering pace -- crossed the road -- then paused again for like 45 seconds (i think its safe to assume he dropped another stink bomb). Now, ive heard about people who have a hard time walking and chewing gum, but.. walking and farting!? I mean seriously who cant do that? maybe he was chewing gum as well, and the combination of the three things was just too much for the poor fella. Or maybe he just likes to savor his farts.

fire, fire!

So, the thrill of the blog is finally wearing off, and im down to one reluctant post a week. Ah, the joy of things getting old quick.
I went to get my nails done this morning, and as the woman was sticking on the fake nails to my own, huge sparks started raining down on us from the light above -- all the while making an awful hissing and popping noise. We both made a mad dash for the doorway and when we looked back the florescent light above where we had been sitting was actually on fire. Thats about the most excitment ive had all week -- not that im complaining, normally excitment in my life can be equated with very bad things so, a little peace is always welcome.
They have a new series on TV here, dont know if you kids in canada get it or not, but its based on the movie Blade. Anyways, its really cheesy, but i watched it last night only to realise that its filmed in vancouver. It made me home sick. I was fine til i saw the skytrain, and pigeon park.. ah the fine memories of those places.
Hope all is well with everyone... and thanks for all the movie suggestions -- so far ive ignored em all and rented the machinist and one called the jacket. We havent watched the jacket yet, but i recommend the machinist (even though i thought it was kinda slow). Anyway... until next week -- aye aye and goodbye.

"insert witty title here"

You know, im not sure what is more lame -- that ive only gotten TWO comments on my blog so far, or that like half of you dont know who mr furley was. Thats gotta be the route cause of whats wrong with the world today, no Jack Tripper to guide developing minds. Alas, what shall we do!? Anyway, I went to go rent a scary movie this weekend and couldnt pick one, so i asked the guy that worked there and he recommended "zombie honeymoon", needless to say i rented the exorcism of emily rose instead. It was alright i guess, but i had just seen the DaVinci code the day before -- so watching TV commercials for 18 hours straight with a wedding singer wailing boy george in my ear at the same time would have been alright too in comparison. Surely some of you cool cats can suggest the next flick i should rent so im not actually forced to rent something thats named zombie honeymoon!

one week down, a lifetime to go

Well, my first week is officially over, and what better way to spend it than with canadian friends -- tom and mel -- who are in town on their honeymoon, traveling the west coast. They stopped into monterey for the night, we perused the farmers market (which happens every tuesday), then ate at papa chano's which is only the best mexican place ive EVER eaten at. And god did we eat. Then we went for ice cream and walked and talked. It was really great to see some familiar faces. Its like, when you go somewhere foreign you can sorta lose yourself; you question what it is to be you when the people you use to ground yourself arent around. It was awesome seeing them... it helped me to see that just because things and choices in my life are changing, i am still me... the witty girl we all know and love named susan.. oh, wait.. i mean tiresa.

my landlord is mr furley

...and im totally not kidding... this afternoon I walked up the stairway to my apartment -- outdoor stairs that lead to the small hall that connects my apartment with the landlords -- as i get half way up the stairs i see a man with a california sun weathered face, knocking on my door. A man wearing 70's style large plaid patterned baige slacks. In fact, the pants were so stunning that i've forgotten what his shirt looked like. In one hand, he was was holding a crystal glass with 3 ice cubes and four fingers of burbon... a marlboro in the other. He stayed and spoke with me only briefly, yet he left an impression on me that is sure to last a life time.

The best weekend ever

... infact it was so good that I dont even know where to start. I swear living here, its just like being in the movies (except i'd drive a fancy car). I guess though, its kinda neat walking as much as we do, today we walked along the beach path over to a place called Cannery Row. My dogs sure are barking, but it was well worth it to see all the different beach places. The sand at these beaches is not at all like the vancouver beaches... its so fine, so soft in comparison. We spent alot of the weekend by the beach, friday night we walked down the other way, to the acutal monterey bay..
and we watched the sunset. After, we went into downtown (i remind you there is only one main road in downtown) and we shared an ice cream waffle cone. Last night we went for chinese, tried a new place out.. and although it was a tad more authentic, they were too played classical music -- maybe its a local thing.
Everyone here is so nice... they all say hello or smile when you pass them. Its so great. Its one of my favorite parts of being here -- the people. That and the stars. I forgot what the night sky looked like out of a big city. Theres stars EVERYWHERE. Its totally cool. Now, if only the tap water didnt taste like dead things life would be totally perfect.
;)

"what kind of meat is this"?

OK.. so Christopher comes down to my place for lunch today, soup and a sandwich -- nothing special. We had picked it up at the rainforest safeway yesterday; the soup was called pepper pot. I'd never heard of it, but it looked sort of like beef and barley, and Christopher wanted to get it. Hell what do I care. So.. were having our lunch, and im first to try the soup... the meat in it looked kinda like chinese style bbq pork. I asked Christopher:
"did you notice what kind of meat was in this soup"
Naw" he replies.. "why"?
"Cause it doesnt look like beef" I answer.
"its probably pork"
I thought it looked like pork, and was fairly satisfied with that answer, so i had another bite - trying to avoid the meat and just get some of the veggies. But, there was so much meat in it, i decided to focus on my sandwich instead -- which I was certain was ham. Christopher, having devoured his sandwich already, moved on to the soup. He had about 3 bites before he asked:
"Do you think its pork"?
I laughed, "Im really not sure"
He got up and got the campbells can out of the garbage and asked,
"Whats Tripe"?
I quickly covered my mouth scared i was going to puke...
"dear god tell me your joking"
"why!? Whats tripe"!?

Needless to say, I promptly lost my appitite, threw the rest of the soup out.. and tried not to think about it for the rest of the day. Christopher is NEVER going to be incharge of choosing the soup ever again.

... I have a lemon tree in my back yard...

OK.. so it's not really in my backyard.. its in my neighbour's back yard, but some of the lemons hang over the edge of the fence, so that means their mine right? Ive never seen a lemon tree before -- and im not sure if its because im still in shock about being in californ-i-a but i sure think the lemon tree is cool. I sat outside on the balcony that over looks our back "yard" and played my guitar in the sun today facing the lemon tree, playing a homage to it. Christopher and I didnt make it on the picnic today, time just seems to fly too fast. We went to the pub by the base for lunch, and oh my god I had the BEST california chicken burger Ive ever had (cheesy i know but i had to order it). It was a bit strange being the ONLY civilian in the place, besides the staff. The presidio (aka the DLI, aka Christopher's base/school) is on top of a huge hill, and when they play the songs that they broadcast across the base you can hear them all the way down at my house. Im glad that the 7am reveiller went un-noticed by me this morning. Taps was beautiful though. They play it every night at 10 pm in remembrance to those who have fallen. It was almost erie. I walked christopher back to base for his 10pm curfew, and jogged down the hill home after, and the song just broadcasted over the whole hill. It was like something out of a movie. I made it home from the base in 4 minutes at a really slow jog, so thats how close we are. Its so cool! We went to a pub for dinner tonight, and the oilers game was on. Go oilers! Anyway I met a fellow canadian, from Coquitlam no less. Nothing like hockey to bring canadians together. I enjoyed dinner, we sat at the window and i did some people watching. The city is filled with so many young people because there are so many schools here. Im enjoying myself, and am doing better adjusting than i thought i would. Now if i can only find a place to get some damn keys cut so i can venture out on my own with out needing to be back to let Adama in! Down town is so small i cant seem to find anywhere to do it!
Other than that, So far so good. Ill post some pictures soon. Promise.