What others tell you won't be true.

PJ Mac ATTACK indeed! Some of you may have received a dark but nonetheless bloody picture of gauze and chaos on Wednesday night. That was my thumb which was ripped open during our weekly date night. Blood splattered all over...me. Who knew such a small yet flappish wound could bleed for so many days? Regardless, it hindered my ability to bowl and sleep (not simultaneously) as the thumb had a heartbeat of it's own.

Turkey Day was basic. I ate, I saw "New Moon" again, I conquered.

I set up our X-Mas tree this weekend. Done put out some lights. We're not Christmas people. I never really have been. And Todd thinks Christmas "looks ugly". Still, since there's a small fry living in the house, we did our best to make things festive. I've got to say...I am in love with the tree. A few years back, I left the tree up until May! I got a lot of flack for it but I loved that sucker. I guess I'll try my best to enjoy all the chaos this year. I wonder what the body count post my effort will be.

Project Basement Chill Spot, well under way!

Not sleeping is the pits. It's going to be a long day, y'all.

Don't think that it bothers me at all.

I am no movie reviewer. I'm barely a solid reviewer of my own life. But let me just say this, and take it very seriously: NEW MOON WAS AWESOME! They managed to pack a LOT of what happened in that ginormous book into 130 minutes, I'll tell you what. So it wasn't the best movie ever made (who can top "Saturday the 14th"?) but it WAS awesome and I DID love it. It was the first time in a long time...if not ever...that I didn't want a movie to end. I felt alive when I walked to my car (or undead...take your pic) after a day pf pretty much feeling like a zombie. It was chilly and damp and it felt like Forks.

Dislikes:
-not nearly enough of The Cullens.
-lengthy periods without Edward...stupid book.
-Kristen Stewart and her constant stammering.
-NOT a realistic break-up (with or without a vampire).
-a few cheesey parts (like the Edward flashbacks).
-Dakota Fanning. What's the big deal?

Likes:
-werewolves...big ones...and their phasing.
-staying true to the book.
-Edward got hotter despite my assumption that it was impossible.
-Victoria vs. The Werewolves. Short but rad.
-evoked emotions...in me...the big dork alone at the movies.
-cool fight scenes with the Volturi.
-did I mention Edward?
-better soundtrack.

So there you have it. After a pretty rotten day, I saw New Moon. And I have plans with at least 3 other people to see it again. Hey, I work hard. I've been working overtime. I keep my house in order, pay my pills, keep food in the fridge. If I want to treat myself to the same movie 4 times, who's going to stop me? I didn't see "Twilight" in the theater so I'm making up for it now. Todd was sweet enough to offer to see it with me but thank GOD he didn't. Shedding a few tears when Edward left Bella would have been my doom.

Like when I was sobbing over dead baby seals.

Happy Turkey Day, y'all. Have fun. Get fat.

You my mirror. You my iron bars.

A picture from our wedding has been entered into the People's Choice category of a wedding photography contest on Top Knot. There are 500+ pictures so we probably won't WIN but that doesn't mean we won't TRY. Not that we would win anything...it was entered by our photographer, and he's awesome so I want HIM to WIN! All you need to do is follow this link and vote for us. And push your friends to vote for us. Bribe them if you have to! We'd appreciate it. All it takes is an e-mail address. You can be done in no time flat!

If you weren't at the big event, let me tell you a little story. Todd and I were sitting at the head table, finally getting a chance to kick it. Then that clank, clank, clanking on the glasses started alerting us that it was time to get our smooch on. My husband held up the napkin thinking we could irk some people by hiding the lip-locking. Little did we know that Jeff was behind us capturing the moment. So much for being sneaky! Anyway, when we saw it the first time, we went bananas. It's our favorite...or at least in the top 3. It's just US, how we are...and all the people we love...stuffing their faces!

So please vote for Jeff's rad pic. And have a nice day!

Pictures of each other taken by each other.

I'm starting a new (read that as ADDITIONAL) blog in 2010. New Year's Day, to be exact. My life is pictures, so to speak. The details are over there. Over HERE: Stalk My Life!

I want to see how 2010 turns out and a picture speakers like a gazillion trillion words. And I now you'd love me to shut my face for awhile. So my camera is my constant companion and we'll see what we see. And I bet a lot of it will just be awesome.

So go on over to Stalk City and follow. You may miss me practicing my Ninja skills or doing some very out of character things to make the most our of 2010. Not that being a Ninja is out of character. You may see YOU doing crazy things. If you're in my life, you're in my blog. That's livin', baby.

Now back to The Cleveland A.

If I go see "New Moon" alone today, does that make me utterly pathetic and lame? Will I be that lame older broad in a theater full of teens and tweens?? Let it be known that Edward Cullen...rather R-Pat...is closer to my age than most of those little monsters (the movie-goers, not the vampires and werewolves). It's playing at 11:25. I bet I can see it before Todd even gets out of bed. Sneaking off to see it saves me from being brutally made fun of by my husband. I just don't need.

I have a box of Sno-Caps all set to go!

Anything I want, he gives it to me.

I had too many Sno-Caps for breakfast. My insides are fighting back.

So much for healthy living!

Todd and I have been super "on" the past few days. All in love-n-junk. Yesterday was 2 months of being hitched and in that 2 months, I found out about lifelong mono and constant exhaustion AND Todd became an economic statistic. What's going to happen when we hit 6 months? Scurvy? House fire? PIN WORMS!?!?! Regardless of recent stressors, we've managed to remain feisty and flirty. Even when I want to punch the world in the brain.

Been almost 12 hours since "New Moon" came out. Heart go throb.

Alright. I just wanted to spit some randomness at you because my blog blathering will be cut down some (yeah, yeah, do your cartwheels and cheer). My life has become a little bit of a tornado as of late so my free time is spent a little differently. I'll still be here. I'll still be rambling. It will just be less frequently. Believe me, I need this thang to rant-n-rave on so my hair stops falling out and I don't keep it...whatever "it" is...all bottled up!

VIVA!

I like to get to the other side

Oh life. Why do you have to be so unpredictable and weird? Why do I sometimes want to make sweet love to you and other times want to punch you in the brain? Can you answer me this, oh life that I have happily and somewhat recklessly lived for 30 years?

There's a lot of change in the air. And in our faces. Things have changed for me at my place of employment...days, hours, responsibilities...all on a good wave, I think. The days have been flying by. Todd's employment on the other hand...blech. The economy sucks. Businesses suck. We just have to believe that something better is on the horizon. Positive thinking or some bullshit like that. Anyway, we're sticking together through this one. Team Skunk-n-Weasel. If I have to work a little harder and a little more, take on more financial stress...hey, this is what marriage is. Having each other's backs.

Moving on.

Due to the above mentioned financial/employment weirdness, we will not be northern-bound for New Year's Eve. Instead, I think we're going to rally people on over to our corral. We'll get to The Falls another time. We've got our whole life together to overpay for beer and go to really horrible wax museums (I'm trying to make myself think it wasn't that great of an idea...sigh). But the get together we're throwing, whether we keep it small or make it massive, will be rad. As long as I'm locking lips with my husband at midnight! Or locking genitals. Whatever. Oh, and the cruise is on. I'm not cancelling all of our rad plans just because we're got a hitch in our giddyup. We WILL be getting tropical!

What else is in the news?

I love my husband, if anyone cares about that.

And my friends. I love you knuckleheads.

And I love you, Edward Cullen. Just don't tell my husband.

Some people gonna benefit. Others gotta sacrifice.

Tessa,

I love you. I'm so sorry. I've got your back.

Love,
Me

P.S. What is going on in the world right now? Why are bad things happening to good people? And why do sucky people get to keep on sucking? Life isn't fair, that's what they say. But it SHOULD be. An eye for an eye. Regardless, to anyone who has hit a rough patch or is down and out, I'm sorry and I can empathize.

That's something you can't deny.

Coma for 1, please.

My body feels 10 times as heavy as usual. Everything aches down to my eyeballs, fingernails and teeth. I think even my hair hurts. Todd pulled me in for a hug this morning as I think he could sense my general misery. Lifting my arms to hug back was an effort. And the pressure of his hands on my back was painful. I appreciated the gesture and the comfort but was saddened by the fact that something I love so much was making me want to bawl my sore eyeballs out.

It's been coming on since Sunday. It's probably been coming on for longer than that. But the days I feel bad, I just think it has to do with the CFS or the virus (that sounds so creepy but it's basically just getting mono over and over and over again). And thinking that way has helped. When I feel overly exhausted, I don't automatically think I'm sick. But I have to admit that I am this time. I hope it's just some random bug and not that 5 day flu that's been going around...or Bacon Fever (Oh, Phoebe).

I need a system re-boot. Big time.

Fields are ripe. It's the spring time of my life.

Go to Hell, Lunesta.

Never once did I have the pleasure of neon butterflies. Instead, I truly terrifying and life-like nightmares. And last night, I couldn't wake myself up. I could not escape a nightmare that was hitting WAY too close to home. And when I did, the combo of relief and terror made me attempt to crawl inside of Todd's skin. I want to sleep, I do. But not at the expense of my sanity. I'd rather wake up every 2 hours and have broken, restless sleep. Or beat the Hell out of my liver with various "PMs". After nightmares like this, it's hard to just start the day. I'm a mess.

Now here's something you'll REALLY like!

Todd's 30th Birthday was Saturday and we successfully celebrated the bejesus out of it with the most fun 80s cover band I've ever seen. Little Jen said the pictures were funny because you could see how drunk we were as the night progressed. But I was TOTALLY SOBER! I was just having that much fun. Everyone was, especially the birthday boy which is what REALLY matters. He had SO much fun, that he ever asked me to dance! At a bar full of people! To a fast song! It was an amazing night...outside of one scuffle with a man in a Cosby sweater and one Helluva a hangover to kick off being 30. "Getting Hammered" is now on Todd's Murtaugh List. Mine, too (being sober was rad...the people-watching I did was endless entertainment). Regardless, it'll be hard to top this one. Happy 30th Birthday, baby.

I wish it was New Year's Eve so we could be in The Falls.

And I wish I wasn't starting to get sick. : (

Message received loud and clear.

I think there's something in the water that's sending people I know on a variety of emotional rollercoasters! I can't test my hypothesis because anyone who knows me knows I don't drink water. But emotions are running high, this much I do know. I feel pretty level right now, outside of work being a busy beehive, f-f-f-f-f-fatigue taking over my vessel, and an angry burn on my wrist reminding me who's boss. Carol is starting every day off by reminding herself what she's thankful for. I've decided to make a list of things that make me hap-hap-happy in an effort to protect myself from any rollercoaster rides (similar plan is in effect to keep the flu at bay and so far, so flipping good).

1. Watching TV boxsets in bed: I LOVE our bed. I've had my pillow since I was 19, which is probably unhealthy and is certainly gross. And I love Grey's Anatomy, How I Met Your Mother, Ugly Betty, etc. Putting on a good pair of PJs and getting in bed with a glass of juice is the best way for me to destress. A close second is attacking the DVR on Fridays. Project Runway, ANTM, Top Chef...HEAVEN!

2. PJ Thursdays: Months ago, Todd got starting asking me if he could take me out for a drink every Thursday. We picked a cool bar close to home that was douchebag-free. And it became our date night! He stopped asking me because it was just KNOWN! It has since expanded and now friends join, food is a given, and there is typically at least ONE fruity-n-delicious shot! It wraps destress for the weekend. It's my favorite night of the week.

3. Nolan Lucky and Evan James: Nolan is my 16 month old boyfriend and he's just awesome, like his mama. He is FAR cooler than I will ever be. He almost wore a shirt to the wedding that said, "I OBJECT!". Swoon! Evan James is my 6 day old boyfriend and I fell in love with him in utero. He was IN my wedding! The second I saw him perfect face...hooked. His picture is my cell wallpaper. These 2 dudes are going to rule the world. No doubt.

4. They Might Be Giants: While they DO have a few sad songs...you wouldn't really know it! All of their songs SEEM so HAPPY! Anything negative or boo-hoo they have to say, they disguise in utter awesomeness! We should all take a cue from them. When they sing, "No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful. Everybody dies frustrated and sad and that is beautiful", and you're still dancing and smiling? That is JOY right there.

5. Our wedding pictures: Not only do we look genuinely happy, but we look like us. There's goofy faces and odd poses and we thumb-wrestled and kissed and drank beer and I carried my lunchbox and we just were who we ARE. I don't look at those pictures and see a fancied up version of us. I just see us. And I see the people we love being themselves. If our house was burning down and I could only save one thing, it would be these photos (if my husband was already safe, that is).

6. Blind box toys: Specifically Smorkin' Labbits, Mongers, Yummy Breakfasts, and anything with a moustache. I haven't been to Carol & John's in awhile and that's probably a good thing. You think you can buy just one of each but you CAN'T! You don't know what's inside. It's a gamble. It's a RUSH! You want that surge of adrenaline as your opening the silver foil. I'm still dying ot get the angel and moustache Smorkin' Labbits but I need to practice self-control!

7. Dave & Buster's: Yes, it's expensive, but I have NEVER left there unhappy. They have the BEST cheese fries and the BEST cheesesteaks! The shots are yum, the beers are cold, and the games are a BLAST! I even came close to beating Todd in hoops (I claim I'm going to dominate every time). It's not Vegas but the lights and chimes and chaos make it a damn good time.

8. Airports: I love everything about airports. I even love checking baggage and waiting in the security line. An airport means you're going somewhere or you've been somewhere. I love stopping in a shop and getting magazine for the flight, the lame ass snack/meal they give you onboard, getting an inflight movie when travelling long distances, being in different airports (they serve Presidente at the Hollywood/Ft. Lauderale airport). I love it ALL! Is it April yet??

I'll leave it at 8. 8 is great and I'm happy.

Saturday is Todd's 30 Birthday. We'll be at PJ McIntyre's at 7:00pm so come on down and buy Todd (and his awesome wife) a beer, a shot, a basket of ribs, whatever! If you haven't been there, it's a rad place and the food is amazing. They've trippled the size of their menu recently, Annie makes the best shots in West Park...if not THE WORLD...AND there's an 80s cover band that night! It's got Todd written all over it! We hopt to see all y'all there!!

xo

Velvet glove and an iron fist.

I wish I had it in me to stay up late tonight and request the non-live version of "Iron Curtain Rock" by The Drags on Hot Trash. But I'm flipping exhausted. It's chronic. Just like how awesome I am. Even though I'm not feeling too ultra awesome right at this moment.

I wonder if Glen Danzig tried to sue The Misfits and by "The Misfits", I mean the band girl band rivals of Jem and The Holograms. It seems like something douchey that he'd do. While my love for all things Danzig lives on, I am utterly thrilled that I put a big Easter bow on my tattoo.

But this isn't about Danzig. It's about wanting ALL of the Misfits dolls, including Clash, who BECAME a Hologram if memory serves. Clash? The Misfits? HA!. Clash did have a neon green fur coat. I had her. I never had any of the Misfits. I think Tessa did. And I think I was jealous.

Maybe I'm rambling. I'm pretty sure I am. I'm just not having the most boss of days and blathering is my method of...I don't know. Of feeling like myself. Cause blathering is what I do. And I know not every day can be Halloween. Most days you have to live the day-to-day.

I wish I could take yoga seriously.

She's a runner, rebel, and a stunner.

I'm still on a Halloween high. It's a good place to be.

I was going bananas like a chicken with my head cut off on Halloween. It felt like a PFG show day where I was running on go until my head hit the pillow! First thing in the morning, I was at JoAnn's getting material for my tail and then I cruised to Halloween USA which had been picked CLEAN! I got the last bottle of blood of the Halloween season. It was more like a KEG of blood but thanks to a last minute change up in Aiden's costume (due to weather), the blood went to good use.

Then I hiked out to Akron to see baby Evan James!!! 6 lbs. 15 ounces, 20.5 inches long and God Damn AWESOME. Like Todd, am I not one to shy away from calling a baby ugly if it is. Evan is perfection. I didn't hold him and I wish I would have. On Friday when he was born, I had a slight fever so I waited on visiting him. I didn't want to risk putting my paws all over him. But I will. I will paw that little dude like crazy. He is RAD and both mama and son are doing swell. I love you Jenny Penny!

I got home and got to sewing! Hours and hours and hours of sewing. But it was worth it. The costume came out exactly how I hoped it would. Todd's, too. On the way to my parent's, Todd was really sleepy and off so I was worried this would make for an early evening. But the family function was fun and once we got into the Cleveland Public Theater...it was just a great night. Almost everyone at the party was in costume, the beer was $1, and Zero Boys blew our minds. It was great to see Bob and Stephanie (I'll never get you saying, "What does THIS look like?", out of my mind), Alex, my old pal Paul. But mostly, it was awesome to hang with Tom and Carol. They are fun-havers!

Eventually, T&C decided to switch venues. I thought maybe Todd would want to go with them or head home but I was wrong! He wanted to stay! And we ROCKED OUT! And even when we did get home (circa 2:30ish), we stayed up and watched "Jesus County Fair" which was HEEEEEELARIOUS!! It was by FAR the best Halloween I've had in YEARS, if not the best Halloween EVER! I hope everyone had as good a time as we did.

Now it's back to reality. But I can handle it! It's just fun to be someone/thing else for a short period of time...even if that someone/something else is a squished skunk and a luchador!

Pumpking faces in the night!

BEST. HALLOWEEN. EVER.

We went to the WSCB Masquerade Ball (after some family fun) with the intention of leaving early. But how could we leave early when we were having SO MUCH FUN??? We hung with awesome people (this means YOU, Erin), in awesome costumes (this means YOU, Stephanie)and listened to awesome bands (this does not mean YOU, Fragments). The beer was cheap, the chill time was rad, and the photographic evidence proves that partying with the cream of the Cleveland crop until 2:00am was one of the best decisions we've made lately. We can hardly wait for Halloween 2010!

Living, breathing skunk.

SKUNK ROADKILL!

Hit-n-Run.

Spraying my loving luchador.

Yeah. This guy rules.

Luchador, Sharon Tate & Skunk Roadkill at the WCSB par-tay!

Erin (Sharon Tate!!!) and ME!

With my buddy ALEX MURDER!
TOMMY BONES!


It has been suggested that this be our X-Mas card this year.

Totally. In. Love.