Last week I went back to New York to pick up my little brother and sister for spring break. I was looking to travel on a budget so I choose to bring them back to Texas on a train. I decided to pick them up in Syracuse so my dad didn't have to drive all the way to Buffalo and back to his house some seven hours away. I picked up our tickets before I went to Syracuse, I had to show my ID to get the tickets. I had no problems, until we get to Chicago and I find out that I left my ID in my coat pocket in my truck, in the parking lot in BUFFALO. They needed my id to let us on the train to San Antonio. I was freaking out. The train was set to leave at 3:20, at 3:15 the conductor came out to me in the waiting room where I was in tears, with my 3 year old sister and my 11 year old brother. He asked me if we had anyone to pick us up in Chicago, I said no. He told us to pick up our stuff and we did. He told us to follow him. He led us onto the platform and we had to run to the door. We just made the train. Then the fun started. At about ten in the night they announce on the speaker system that there was a train accident in Arkansas and that we were going to have to get on a bus at 1am and take it to Little Rock, where we would catch another train to San Antonio. We didn't catch the bus until 2:30am and by the time we left Little Rock, we were 3 hours late. Our train was supposed to get into San Antonio at 11:55pm, we got in at 3:55am. And I am still tired.

I am twenty eight and a week today. Last wednesday was my 28th birthday, and it was the day after that, that I realized that I can legaly date some one ten years younger than myself. Not that I am looking to rob the craddle, but it is leagal now. My 13 year old neice reminded me that I can still not date some one half my age. Nor can she date and six and half year olds. The only one at the dinner table that night who could date some one half their age was my mom. And she sounded like she really liked the idea.

I called Angela today after I woke up with Comedy Central on my TV, they are having a rednexploation weekend, and they had a commercial on for a compliation cd of country music. I made me think that I need to get out of texas, cause I kind of wanted it. I hate country music. It has got to be Texas. The pink is washing out of my hair, it is going to be blonde if I don't do something about it.

So I bought a car today. I bought a 2006 VW Beetle convertible. It is soooooo cool.

I am back Texas. AND I am so glad to be, as it is really cold and snowy back home. For a while there my sidewalk was magically being cleared every time I left the house. I think I own a snow shovel but I don't know where it is at the moment. The first time I went out after it snowed the public sidewalk was done. Then I went out again the beginning of our sidewalk was done, and then the next time I went out even the stairs were done. I was content to leave it at that but when my mom got home she had to ask around. She found out that it was the neighbor Jean, who was doing it. My mom told her that we were leaving for Texas. She wanted us to turn off all the lights in the house so that there was less of a chance for a fire. I didn't understand. Then my mom had me leave our numbers for emergency and she called the day after we got here, She saw that there were lights on in our place and she wanted my brother to go out and check on the house. My brother lives on the other side of town and it isn't so easy for him to make it out to our house. My mom thinks leaving our numbers might have been a mistake.

I don't really care, because my phone is really working. I talking to my little brother, and I put my phone down and it slid off of the bed and landed into a large coffee cup filled with Diet Limeade. So now my phone won't charge the battery. I just bought it a month ago.

I have done it again

Two weeks ago I was help some friends with a project for their film class at Erie County Community College. After we finished fliming we went out to eat, up the street from the place where I got my last tattoo. I was kind of joking when I said that I wanted a new tattoo and if the tattoo parlor was open when we finished eat they should take me over there. They took me up on it. This tattoo is on my lower back, it is an old basket design that my tribe in California has adopted as the official logo. The basket was made by like my great grandmother or something. I think it is cool. So now I have both nations that I come from represented on my back. There is a possibility that I am hooked. But I am waiting to see if I am ever going to get a real job before I go for the full sleeves.

Baby faced

On Halloween I handed put candy for the first time in my new neighborhood. I ran out of candy at about 7:30pm so I called Angela and we decided to go out to the new Dave and Busters here in Buffalo. We have one in San Antonio and I wanted to see how it measured up. We played some games, won some tickets, laughed at a few people and then it was time to go home. I never want to go home nowadays, I am not really fond of coming home to my houseful of animals who decided that now that the my mom the alpha dog isn't home they can poop anywhere they damn well feel like. I convinced her to go see North Country with me. The movie theater is right down the road from the Dave and Busters. So it was convient.
Angela was in the ticket line ahead of me and she paid with a card, so when they asked for her id they told her it was for the card. I paid with cash. I also got carded. FOR A RATED R MOVIE!! I am 27, I believe there is no reason to card me for a movie. I was thinking about it. I am much closer to 30 than I am to 18. The ticket guy looked at my idea and said "Sorry." I think it is because I spent the day at the spa last week and I got a facial, I think that is what does it.
I used to laugh at my older brother, he was 30 and got carded at the Canadian Casino, where you have to be older than 19. Now it isn't so funny.
I tried to buy the Ren and Stimpy DVD at Wal-mart in San Antonio, I didn't know where my id was, and they refused to let me buy it. You have to be 17 to buy rated r movies at wal-mart. I don't know why I looked 16 that day last winter.
My next door neighbor felt the need to ask me how old I was when I told her that my mom was spending the winter in Texas.
Maybe it is because I don't wear makeup all the time. and I haven't had a real tan since I was 15. Or maybe it is the Pink hair.

The Stoner Chronicles

The Stoner Chronicles

Angelator! (HEY ya?)

Angelator! (HEY ya?)

My Couch

I just spent two and a half weeks in San Antonio, TX. My mom and I went down there to get our trucks re-registered and inspected.
The registration, I found out after I got to TX, I did on the internet. I could have done it from Buffalo. And the inspection consisted of a man getting into my ford explorer sport, driving around the parking lot, slamming on the brakes, and seeing if the headlights worked. Both the trucks passed the inspections.

I ordered a new couch for my apartment. I waited for two months for it to be delivered. The delivery company started to call me right after I got to TX. They finally got a hold of me last week. They brought the couch from Rochester. One guy got out of the truck and came into my house. He put his arms up to "measure" the door, I had to go into my mom's apartment to get the chihuahuas out of there. And when I came back the guy said my couch wasn't going to fit through my doors. I spent over a thousand dollars on a custom couch, and they didn't even take it off of the truck. The guy tells me that they can deliver it to another address (?) or leave it on my porch. I tell them there is no where else that they can take it and there is no way they are going to leave my brand new custom couch on my porch. The guy said the only other thing they could do is send it back to California, where it was manufactured. I, being totally at a loss, allowed them to send it back. After which I called Angela and told her what happened. Then I called my mom. She told me to give her the number of the delivery company and the manufacturing company. Cal-mode the company that made my couch, got in touch with my mom, after they called the delivery company, and told her that they were going to try to deliver it again.

This kind of sounds like good news, but I got nervous. What am I going to do if they send the same guys that refused to deliver it in the first place? I am going to feel like an idiot for just accepting that it wouldn't fit. But on the other hand, I am going to be so angry if they can just get into my apartment with very little problems. This whole thing could have been resolved if they had just tried to get it into my house.

Oh and by the way, our Border Collie mix call work a door knob and let himself into the house but he can't let himself out.