I know, I suck at updating as of late. I'm still reading actively, though. Love to you all. And now, some music.

It's a ROUGH draft, so forgive the quality. Bobby and I are trying to think of a name for the band, because we'll eventually add drums and bass, and maybe a second guitar. We have a few other songs recorded, and will be doing some more work Friday, as per usual.

Any and all constructive comments are welcome. The song can be heard here, on The Question Club, with thanks to phantom_llama for being a genius. ---->


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So, last week, THIS happened, and I made a new friend. On Saturday, I got the most entertaining letter ever. And now, without further ado, an actual autograph and photo from phantom_llama himself.

( I love getting mail: A photo essay )

So that is freaking hilarious. I'm new to HTML, so I hope all my crap works when I post this.

Not much else is going on in the world of me. My weekend was fun. I'm no longer going to even bother trying to hang out with Russell because of his odd behavior this past week.

My dad got me some tickets to Braves games (he gets them through Turner, and isn't going to use them.... Though I'm not amazingly fond of baseball). I love my dad. He's the best ever. Though I did give him some crap the other day for letting my mother name me Lindsey. I told him to pick a new name for me, and he just kept repeating words with odd accents. So I would say, "Seriously, dad. My name is terribly boring." And he would reply with, "Bor-inj!" I finally gave up. Maybe one day I'll find a compilation of sounds that suits me better.

My friend Kelly and her friend Jen are determined to set up a blind date between myself and some guy who is apparently 6'4" and good-looking. Blech. I may humor them, just because they're very sweet, but I doubt anything will come of it. I'm not in the mood to deal with boys as of late. It sucks because most of my friends are guys, but I'll live. I've been shitty in the self-worth department for a week or so, too, and guys seem to be aware of that. But the odd breakout I was having on my shoulders and chest is going away (the doctor said that, because I have no real history of acne, it's probably just hormones adjusting to a lack of birth control as well as my body finishing any reaction to the months of no meat), and I've lost 10 lbs in the past couple weeks, so maybe once my usually-flawless skin returns to normal and there's another 10 lbs gone I'll be up for something like that.

So now I'm off to eat my peanut butter and banana sandwich. Om nom nom.

Ida's in town. It's been really nice. Last night I went and had a drink with my old friend Niles, and then he and I came back to my place to hang out with Ida. He went home, and Ida and I went out to chill with my buddy, Nads. It was a fun evening, and Nads was amazingly gentlemanly and not at all overtly sexual (as is his nature, from what I've seen).

Ida is staying with family tonight, so I decided to go out with my buddies Leigh and Caitlin. The event we showed up at was not at all what we were expecting. I then proceeded to get completely blown off by Russell (HE called ME earlier today to make plans, and had a sudden something or other to attend to... but he still called me "sweet girl" before wishing me a WONDERFUL evening and hanging up) and make plans to attend some 1960s dance party with Leigh and Caitlin. I've done my hair, and am waiting for them to get here so I can change into the dress Leigh is bringing and help them drink some champagne before heading out. I may just follow them there, because Niles is bartending tonight until 3am and wanted to see me. Though I'm sure he'll laugh his head off when I walk in looking like a heavier, red-headed Audrey.

I'm a bit miffed over Russell acting the way he is, but there's nothing doing, I suppose. He'll figure his life out eventually. Until then, I need to just be a supportive friend.

Here, have some photos of my hair that I am going to take as SOON as I finish typing this sentence (I'm very proud, because I've never done this before and it actually doesn't look half bad)!!!!!

I wrote a post, and then deleted it. I have an odd feeling. I'll be glad when I can go home and maybe take a shower to get this strangeness off of me.

I think something is wrong. But I'm not sure what.

Happy thoughts, guys.

First of all, here's my new hair. It's burgundy with orange at the crown. I think I want to make the orange a bit brighter, too, but I'll figure it out eventually. I haven't had my hair so short since I was mistaken for a boy in the 3rd grade. Excuse the poor lighting.



Here are some photos from The Graveyard on Saturday night. It was such fun. ( The Graveyard shenanigans. )And now, for your viewing pleasure, KITTENS as they fight a pack of mighty crocs.

This is for bushidobrown .







More to come.

I'm 5'6 1/2". Lucy is taller, and motivated by Beggin' Strips.

Actress Farrah Fawcett, who rose to stardom in the 1970s on U.S. television show "Charlie's Angels, died on Thursday after a long battle with cancer. She was 62.

Hell yes, it's Friday. I can't wait to leave work an hour early and get home. I'm going to take Lucy and Jake (the new hound dog I'm watching until Sunday) on a ridiculously long walk (okay, just 3 or 4 miles, but it's long for me!).

Here's the deal with Jake. He's 2 years old, and I'm just hanging on to him to see if I'm able to handle a cat, six kittens, a Dane and a hound. Now, remember, the cats are just fosters. Also, poor, sweet Jake is ill. He has heart worms. So I'm taking him back to the woman that runs the shelter on Sunday, so she can start his treatment. He's a darling pooch, and Lucy is thrilled to have him around. It's just a matter of whether or not I can deal with two dogs. So we'll see.

I plan on spending tomorrow at the pool with my dad, brother, and sister. I would really like a decent tan. Also, I have a hand print on my back from getting burnt (and Becky smacking my back with a higher spf sunscreen on her hand) that I would like to go away. Then I'm having a friend over to finish watching Watchmen (the animated miniseries, which is amazingly well-done). And then, it's off to Amandas graduation party before getting the dogs and heading up to Woodstock.

Sunday is Fathers' Day, so Chris and I are going to go to his dads place, and then I'll be leaving from there to go to my parents' house. I need to find time to finish Dads painting (because I'm poor, I have to give him gifts of things I have at home). Actually, I was thinking about doing the rest of the painting with different kinds of dried noodles. You know, like really detailed, awesome macaroni art. It could be interesting, creating something awesome from a childhood cliche.

So now I'm off, to finish up my work for the day and go home. I leave you with pictures of Jake, because he's freaking adorable.

That's right! I'm the proud new foster mommy of Anastasia's kittens. She went into labor Saturday afternoon. She had the first kitten without a hitch, so I left her to her business and went to my parents' place for dinner. When I got home, there were four more! Then, Sunday, I discovered that there was an extra kitten she must've had Saturday night. So six beautiful babies are now living in a warm, blanketed box in the bathroom. Anastasia is doing well, and eating and all of that, and the kittens are all happy and healthy and adorable. Here, have some pictures!



How can you not love those tiny faces?! So yes, that's the latest news.

And now, my lovies, a poll for your pleasure.

Poll #1416207 Furbabies, a poll.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 7

How many furbabies do you currently parent?

I currently have a Great Dane, as well as a cat and her 6 kittens. Should I get another dog?

What if I already found a poor, sweet boy by accident, and plan to take Lucy to meet him on Sunday?

What do you think is the #1 best thing about having two dogs, and the #1 worst?

Please select any animals you've had the pleasure of owning as a pet.

Don't you just love polls??

I'm currently at work. My hair is an orange/ pink/ red color. My Great Dane is asleep under my desk (we had a vet appointment today, so I just brought her to work). I may complain about my job, but I've got it pretty good here.

Anyway, here's another photo. I think I like this one best.

Hope all is well.

And now my hair shall rest in is awesomeness.

It's been a while since I've updated! I hope all is well with everyone.

I've had a good week. Just busy with work, and life. I went to 529 Friday night and saw a friends' band play. I also met a boy who has the hair of Cruella de Ville. It was pretty badass, and the line down the center was perfectly straight.

Yesterday was spent at the Renaissance Festival. It was fun, despite the rain. I did eat something that was totally NOT vegan, but 1) I didn't pay for it, and 2) it was the most amazing thing I've ever eaten. Chocolate covered cheesecake. Holy mother of god, it was so good. I also got a new puzzle ring, which is awesome. I had an 8-piece puzzle ring as a kid, but I wore it so much that it cracked (one of the rings cracked) and it fell apart. The one I got yesterday is only a 4-piece, but it's okay. It's still wildly entertaining. By the time I got home, I was soaking wet, my teeth were chattering, and my toes were numb. But it was worth it.

And that's really been all that I've been up to. I met a wonderful cat named Charlie, who really likes ham.... Lucy is feeling much better and her limp is all but gone.... I got a Magic Bullet as a housewarming gift (which is freaking AMAZING, AND it came with a juicer!)...

Oh, Chris is really sick. I don't think I mentioned this before. His kidneys and liver are failing, and he's been diagnosed with a severe thyroid condition along with a few less-severe issues (anemia, etc.). Poor boy. His doctor went so far as to call Alex (Cheis' dad) and stress the fact that if Chris misses any of his medication that he will most definitely end up in the hospital in a coma, and perhaps even die. Serious business. He's hanging in there, and I think he's going to be okay, but it makes me wish he had just listened to me and gone to the doctor a year ago when he started feeling crappy.

I'm sick of barely making ends meet, so I've decided to go to bartending school. I'll go during the evenings and weekends, and then work a weeknight, and Friday and Saturday nights. It'll take me 2 weeks of 3 shifts a week to pay off the certification and classes, and then I'll have an extra job. I'm thinking about trying bartending full time, too. I love the people I work with right now, and I love the fact that I'm getting paid to help the environment, but I hate the whole "desk job" thing. Sitting around from 9am-5pm sucks. I'd be much happier working on my feet, from 5pm-2am, just pouring drinks and making conversation. So we'll see how that goes. It'll take me a quick minute to get through bartending school, just because I don't really have oodles of time available (and I CAN'T go straight from work to class because of Lucy), but it's all good. According to a few friends in that field, they're bringing home between $600-$1000 per week. That's just a bit more than I'm making, but that's with 4 shifts (which is full-time if you're bartending), and it's enough to make a difference. Plus, it's much more social. And I think it would be fun. I'm sure it can be irritating at times, just like any job, but it's all good.

And that's really all, for now. I wish I had something insanely hilarious to tell everyone, but maybe next time.

Love to all.

This week, I have:

-been convinced that my dog was going to die
   [She's fine, just a flu, but for a minute they were thinking PARVO]

-made an emergency trip to the vet
   [where Lucy and I watched a put puppy be put to sleep d/t PARVO while waiting on her test results]

-been convinced that my dog broke her leg (the day AFTER the trip to the vet)
   [She was running at break-neck speed in the yard and slammed her knee into a metal pole. She screamed and cried, and still has a limp, but should be fine in a week or two]

-had a huge blowout with my so-called “mother”
   [see: previous entry]

-written aforementioned “mother” off and made my life the better for it
   [It's about damn time, too...]

-discovered that my 16 year old sister has been hospitalized d/t complications with her pregnancy
   [Because of her age, and the fact that she's miscarried before, she's under observation, but stable, as is Ava]

-turned down a date with a really cute guy because it just isn’t time yet
   [AND because he was being a bit weird.... Cute, but I'm not ready for all that nonsense]

-had my car broken in to
   [Nothing is missing, though there’s glass EVERYWHERE]

-eaten vegan only maybe 45% of the time
   [though I haven't bought anything that isn't vegan, I'm just eating what I have because I'm really poor at the moment]

-finished Season 3 of The Office
   [I freaking love that show, it makes me so happy.]

-made peace after being issued an apology by a man I never expected (or wanted) to hear from again
   [It's a long, LONG story that I don't really want to go into right now.... Let's just say it is a HUGE step in the right direction]

What a ridiculous week. $600 that I really didn’t have to spend is gone, but my car is going to be fixed this afternoon at 4:30pm in Decatur. Then I get to go out to Doraville and pick up a table, and then go home and walk Lucy before going over to Bear and Jess’ place for a beer pong/ flip cup tournament (there’s half a keg left from the party last Friday, and since the promised games of beer pong/ flip cup didn’t happen because of a table situation… also know as Bear and Bobby kicking and punching holes in it, and then trying to set it on fire because it wouldn’t stand up long enough to finish a game… there’s going to be a tournament of champions). At about 9:30 or 10pm I get to drive to the airport to get Ida (*yay*) and then we’ll probably head back to Bear and Jess’ place for a few hours before going home.

I’m freaking exhausted. And yet, surprisingly, I feel content with my world. It’s nice.

 And I may go play the lottery, after all the bad luck I’ve had. It’s time for things to change. Also, exciting photos coming soon (that’s called a teaser).

<3
 

I got a text message from my big sister Michelle last night (okay, long story short, I didn't know I had a big sister because she was adopted out when she was born, and she and our mother met up when I was 11 or 12... She and I aren't amazingly close as of right now, but we'd do anything for each other). Allie is in the hospital (Allie is my 16 year old sister who is pregnant with a girl, Ava Elizabeth, and due in July). Because Allie is so young, her cervix is too short, so Ava Elizabeth may be coming early.

Well, after making sure Al was okay and taken care of, I asked Michelle how she found out about Allie. She said that our mother sent her a text message. I was infuriated by that. I have done nothing but try to protect and take care of Kyle and Allie since we were kids. And Jana is trying to dump them on Michelle now, because Michelle really just wants a relationship with our mother. She has almost figured out that a relationship with our mother is impossible. In fact, our mother has been up in Atlanta twice in the past month. Why, you may ask, did Jana dare leave the warm happiness of Tampa to come to Atlanta, where she has four children, one of whom is 16 and pregnant, and four grandchildren? The first visit was because Michelle was going to do dental work on her for free (Shelly is a dental tech) and the second was to hang out with her latest boy toy. Not once did she try to get in touch with me (I found out later that she "lost my number") or Kyle, and she saw Allie for a total of like an hour.

So I called my mother last night, and left her a really angry, mean voice mail. This morning, we had the following conversation via text message (thank God I have the iPhone, or I would've had to send like 4 texts at a time). It is totally

So that's it. After 22 years, I've finally managed to get my mother out of my life. She's done nothing but let me down and hurt my family. Kyle and Allie deserved so much better. I'm thankful for my father, because at least I got one stable, amazing parent that actually loves me. If you think the conversation with my mother was harsh, let me know. I'm sure I can explain it in a way that will make you go O.o, seriously.

Other than that, I've just been at work. Lucy is still hobbling around. She should be fine by Sunday, the vet said only a week for the sprain to heal, but Luce is just so dramatic. If I'm eating something, she practically drags herself across the floor. But if I'm playing she hops around like a spazz. I'm thinking about getting her a brother or sister. Though Luce just kind of fell into my lap, so I guess I'll keep an eye out until the same thing happens again. I've also contacted a few Dane rescue groups about fostering here in Atlanta, which could be really fun. With the size of my backyard, lord knows I have the space. And another HUGE congratulations to pixie117 and her new baby. She and Lucy could be mother/ daughter. It's awesome.

Okay, I'm off to go play in Atlanta traffic. I hear there's a sinkhole blocking things on my way home. What fun.

Sleep has been fitful. As per usual, of course. Bear insists that I need to just quit accepting my nightmares as a part of my life, and fight them. I need to be ready to get over the bullshit, no matter how much more difficult it may be than just giving in and dealing with occasional sleep-deprivation. He's right, of course. And he would know, I guess.

So I'm going to brush myself off and just do it. I don't know exactly what I'm going to do yet, but damn it, I'm ready. I'm tired of feeling exhausted and light-headed. I hate being afraid to go to sleep. My bouts of poor sleep usually don't last this long, but I'm guessing it's due to all the newness in my life. My adorable new car, and the new house, and the new baby (Lucy, not a real baby, god forbid).... The new friends and new schedule (what with actually having a life and going out after work instead of sitting on my ass in Woodstock every afternoon). I really thought walking Lucy 2-3 miles a day would help me sleep better (my dad is a firm believer in the amazing healing properties of exercise) but it hasn't done anything but help me lose a couple of pounds (though I'm not really complaining, just stating an observation).

My transition to eating a vegan diet has gone okay. I'm still learning a lot, and I'm excited about my next trip to the grocery store. I may start shopping at the awesome organic market in Little 5 Points, just down the street from my house. In fact, that would be a good destination for my walks with Lucy. When her leg gets better I'll probably get her a backpack or something so she can help me carry the groceries the mile or so home. I have gotten one thing in the past week that is not vegan. A friend of mine has ducks. And he brought me fresh duck eggs. So I have to figure out what to do with those. They're much more rich than chicken eggs. The only reason I'm okay with eating them is because I know these ducks personally. I know that they're well taken care of, and have more than adequate living conditions. Also, no ducks were harmed in the taking of those eggs. That's my justification, anyway.

Ida is getting in Friday. That will be much fun. I think we're going to have a party for her at 300 Atlanta, because her birthday is Saturday. And she gets to meet Lucy, which is awesome.

And that's all, for now. I'm so more than ready to go home, but they pay me well and keep work fun, so I guess I can cope for an hour and a half. Plus, it's all rainy and icky, so my walk with Lucy will be a very short one today.

Love to all.

Hi all! I hope you are all having a FABULOUS Friday!!! 

Last night, for the first time this week, I got more than 2 hours of sleep!!!! Yay!!!! I decided to go to bed early (around 10pm) and woke up at 11 with nightmares. Of course. I saw that Bear called, so I called him back. I was still a little frantic at that point (it was one of those dreams where you're asleep, but you don't know that you're asleep.... like when you dream that you turn off your alarm and brush your teeth and get ready for work and then wake up, only scarier and more upsetting), and we talked for half an hour. He mentioned that maybe I should give my Zoloft another try (though it makes me SO groggy) and I suddenly remembered that I had Xanax in my purse! So I took one when I got off the phone, curled up with Lucy, and didn't wake up until about 6am!!! My alarm goes off at 7am, but I figure 6 hours of sleep compared to 1 or 2 is just amazing. I feel so different and clear-headed today. Freaking awesome.

Tonight is the big Frat Party. It isn't actually a frat party, it's a Frat-themed party. The House is going to be called something entertaining, I'm sure (like Kappa Epsilon Gamma... KEG) and we're going to roll a neighbors' trampoline up the street. You're supposed to dress as your favorite college stereotype, which means every girl there is going to be a cheerleader. I'm going as a cliche frat boy. I got a pink polo shirt (I'll be sure to pop the collar) and some green and pink plaid shorts. I'll probably wear my New Balances and I have the most tattered, funky baseball cap ever, that will be cocked to the side oh so slightly. I'm also thinking about tracking down a beer bong to wear draped around my neck. And my camera will be there, so expect some amazing photos.

Tomorrow morning is Dane Day at the Brookwood dog park. It starts at 10am, so I'm not sure if Lucy and I will make it, but we're going to try. Also, pixie117 , it would be great to see you and meet the puppy (speaking of Danes)!!!

The rest of the weekend is wide open, but I'm sure it will be fun.

( Vegan? Why yes, please. )

And now it's 5pm, and I'm off to walk the dog, get ready, and go help Bear with the setting up of festivities. I love you all, and have an AWESOME Friday. Hit me up if you're in Atlanta (that goes for ALL of you) and looking for something to do!