Day 7 - Beers at Gordon Biersch with one of my best friends

No Saturday Happy Song this weekend because I woke up super late, hungover from a fantastic night with my man's band Big Bang Baby. 

We did a nice memorial for Scott Weiland who sadly passed away Dec. 3rd. I made up 4 big tubs of flowers and had 2 large posters printed up. It looked great. It was a hit! I drank too much, and spent too much at the damn bar...I always let too much money fly out the door at the end of the year cause I just don't give a fuck anymore. HAHA. Gotta reel that in, trying to get out of debt, not create more. Oh Well, it's the holidays. I'm done worrying about shit for 2015. These last 3 weeks are about enjoying my life, my family and my friends.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 

"Listening is a magnetic and strange thing, a creative force. When we really listen to people there is an alternating current, and this recharges us so that we never get tired of each other. We are constantly being re-created.”  ~ Brenda Ueland

Saturday Happy Song - Wedding edition - Congratulations Angie & Mike!

White Stripes - We're Going to Be Friends

Rant jar

So, I guess it's time to get a jar and throw a buck in there every time I complain cause I can't even stand myself any longer...and, I would love to have a couple of real, deep, friendships before I die and that doesn't happen to people that can't stand themselves.

I apologize to all those friends I do have that currently can't stand me, it's been a tough 2 months, I'll pull my head out of my ass now.

Friends

Those times when you think you are best friends with a person and then find out they actually never tell you anything at all about their life even though you tell them all kinds of stuff cause you thought that was the relationship you had...

The Ankle Chronicles - post 1 of who the fuck knows - a HUGE rant

It's Sunday.
It's a quarter till 6pm.
It has been a super sucky weekend, ending a super frantic turned sucky week.
I am tired and frustrated. I feel helpless and depressed.

Wednesday night I was with Mia and was leaving her place to go visit a friend that was in the hospital. This friend only had visitor's till 9pm and it was 7:30pm. I was not paying attention as I rushed back out her door and down her porch steps. I missed the last 2 steps. I stumbled. I fell. ON my right ankle. I heard it crunch. I screamed.

I was in SO MUCH pain. I had never felt such pain after a fall before. I got scared. I knew it was really bad from the very moment I heard it crunch.

I went to the E.R. they wrapped it and gave me crutches (They took no address or insurance information from me, I am scared to see this bill...should it ever get to me) and was told to follow up with my doctor the next day. I did. She also did not want to commit to the ankle being broken, she said let's plan for it to be broken and then if it's not it'll be good news! Go to the ortho doctor she says. Went to him the next day (this whole time people that I am relating this tale to are freaking out about how I haven't had it set yet and this is day 2...well, are you able to get a referral and a specialist appointment in 24 hours? Anyway, it's besides the point, but this is going to be a whiny post cause I have had a sucky week and have been surrounded by stupid people). Can I just say sarcastically that the best part of this whole thing is I was completely sober. That I have had nights, all dressed up and wearing way too high shoes, so drunk I couldn't see, and I have survived those totally unscathed. That I had on Doc Martens oxfords, and had not one drink or smoke or drug in my body, and simply due to being anxiousness and being rushed I fucked over the next month of my life...

Ortho doctor says there could very well be a hairline fracture in there, in a weird place. Other than that it is acutely sprained, muscles torn, deeply bruised. Gave me a "Walking Boot" and told me elevation and ice, stay off it as much as possible. I went home and did just that. I have done that Saturday (except to get ready to go out to a much needed girls night out Saturday that was canceled...), and I did that today (other than to go out to breakfast with girls I was supposed to have girls night with last night). I am so tired, and bored and frustrated. I can't walk at all. I love that I have been home, but I am not sure I will get paid for not coming in Friday, and I know I won't get paid for taking the last half of Thursday off. So, this whole ordeal has become uber expensive and I have just sat on my ass with ice on my ankle. It wasn't like I was getting cleaning or projects done.

This is SD's last weekend of summer vacation, and I wanted to be able to help her pack food, and get ready. I wanted to start a whole new page after having an amazing party weekend with friends and instead I am just gonna try and survive the week, again. My partner is exhausted, he has done my laundry, his laundry, helped move the last of his daughter's stuff in, taken me to all doctor's appoints, carried me to and from the car when needed and slept next to my huge booted foot and will be driving everywhere till I can drive again. I can't drive...I also have to take this paragraph to give a shout out to Mia, who stayed calm, went with me to visit our friend in the hospital and then waited 3 hours for me to come out of the E.R. so she could drive back to my place, pick up my partner and then drive back to her place where I left the truck. All on a school night! 

I TOTALLY get that I will heal. Probably fast because I am in very good health and take care of myself. I understand that I will probably be walking in my walking boot next weekend and the weekend after that the ortho doctor will X-Ray it and probably tell me I am close to healed. I understand that this is probably about a month out of my life. But, still, THIS IS A MONTH OUT OF MY LIFE!! GRRR...This will test me...

I actually have to remind myself that this week didn't start out sucky, that last weekend I got to spend 3 days in a row with a very dear friend of mine out from the east coast. That I got to say good-bye to that friend this morning at breakfast and for these things I am blessed.

I will use this to make me stronger, and be inspiring and I know I am resilient and I will rise above. I KNOW this. But, my week still sucked really bad and the upcoming week is gonna suck really bad, and I needed to vent.

Thanks for the ear.
Done now. Moving on.
♥

Whirled

Amazing day! My Jillian is in town for a wedding. We had so much fun! Did errands, but also broke ice with my step-daughter and drank and laughed with Lauren. Good times.

I have been so busy, Life has left me exhausted with it's many activities. But I have been having so much fun. I've also had too many cocktails, so now I sound like an idiot.

I haven't abandoned you. Sorry for lack of posts. I will remedy that forth with.

3 years gone, never forgotten

Hi guys, Happy July!

June 24th stuck in my head all day, and I couldn't figure out why, till a whole day later. The brain has been fried, I'll update you on my personal life next, this right here is important.

June 24th, 2010 is the day my friend Ila Packman was senselessly stabbed to death.

In THIS POST in December of 2012 I shared the surveillance video of the people they suspect killed Ila, or at very least have some information on his death. That post has had an increase in traffic this last week, and for the first time someone commented on it. On June 25th, and I was reminded of what the 24th was. Then others commented. All friends and loved one's of Ila's. Hi guys, nice to meet you all, so sorry this is why...

Anyhow, I have a much larger audience on a much more regular basis now, with about 75 page-views a day (I know, this isn't "a lot" or anything, but it's new to me) I am hoping more people will see this this time.

Ila's mom commented on the original post and informed that the reward is $55,000 if money happens to be something that motivates you.  She's a mom who lost her son to senseless violence if helping other humans is something that motivates you.

WATCH THIS VIDEO, then: SHARE THIS VIDEO. SHOW THIS VIDEO TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW!

IF YOU KNOW SOMETHING PLEASE, PLEASE SAY SOMETHING. 


 

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Blessed over

Hello!
Happy Friday!

I have had quite a trying week, I can't wait to relax. Today is my little sister's 27th birthday, I am broke and have waited till the last minute to do everything (it's like me...I think I like pressure). But we are going to have a great night anyway, I promise. The cake is in the oven now, I gotta make the card, and figure out a gift....Yikes.

I gotta back up (Well first I should warn and apologize for the fact that I didn't have my camera, and  was too upset to remember to stop and get it. So, all the pictures in this post are cell phone ones that suck. I know, I'm lame. Get over it.) I gotta back up to this time last week when The Man and I journeyed out to Burbank on the bus, for what we thought would be the last time. We picked up our truck, dropped the pretty penny we couldn't afford and drove off into the sunset! Yee Haw! When we stopped 6 blocks away for gas, The Man took the coolant bottles out of the back and threw them out. No need to waste the space anymore, we had  whole new heads! We had new  head gaskets! We had new push rods!
The truck was never gonna overheat again!

Well, this is what happened about 3 miles later:

And this:

That is green coolant spilling all over the street. I was pissed. I was broke, tired, hungry and couldn't believe I had just dropped all the money I had for weeks into this damn thing. Sucks. I cried. True story. Ask the man, he felt like crap. Or my friends, cause I did it again in Richie's car on the way to an amazing gallery opening in Venice we all went to (I have to tell you about this tomorrow, it really deserves a better post than I can currently provide).

Venice. Ah Venice, how I love thee, how I loath thee. I had been there last Saturday for a bike ride with Mia, it rocked. The truck was in the shop and we couldn't get a bus down Venice Blvd. that had 2 open bike racks. So we rode. Then we met up with Mia and rode to the Santa Monica Pier.

We rode past Tom Kirschbaum's  failed boat. It was eerie. It's always weird to be in a place where someone has died but this was, weirder. They just sort of threw the boat up on the sand, and all the things inside were all over the place. But it was as if it had crashed right there. Tom was coming from Catalina Island to the Marina Del Rey and was lost at sea. It doesn't appear that his body has been recovered. 
Rest in Peace Mr. Kirschbaum.


Then we rode all the way south to the Baja Cantina and had a drink (or two, or three) and went back to the boardwalk to hang out with Lesley, lay in the grass, take in the parade of freaks. My right shoulder burned bad, and right along the line of my tank top, so it looks like someone else's arm was snapped on instead!
Here's another really horrible cell phone picture! You can kinda tell it's Mia!

So anyhow, I gotta run now and prepare for dear Les' birthday. I know I sound rushed. I am behind on talking about a lot of stuff I have been meaning to get to. The truck took over this week and I have been exhausted by it. Wow being a grown up takes practice. Blah.
Seacrest out!

Links later! (You might even get lucky and get a rambling drunk post! Yay!)