i'm getting my hair done today...

god nicole, you are so fat!

ok.. i know we've all seen this picture. i still just don't understand, why is this acceptable?? she should be in a hospital, not jogging.

my poor son and his crazy mother...

i took jaron to the park this morning. near the slide there was another little boy playing with his dad. jaron, who is just starting to come out of his shell, ran up to the boy and started to talk to him with great enthusiasm. the boy came up to me and said.. "why can't he talk.. he talks funny." i said "well, you look funny"(no, i didn't really say that...i thought it maybe, but didn't say it)..what i said was.. "because he is two..and is just learning" and he said "well, i'm 4 and i can talk.."it was on.. here i am about to fight with a four-year-old! i was nice though, i mean, he is only 4...later on.. jaron came up to him and quite clearly said "hi, what are you doing?" and this little punk ignored him. i said to him "my son said hi and asked what you are doing." (thinking, how dare he ignore my baby!) he turned away to chase a squirrel or something. and it dawned on me.. i'm becoming one of those mothers. please don't judge me too harshly.

fair!!

we've been at the fair twice this week.. (no more fried food, please!) i mean, fried snickers bars?.. really.. that's just crazy... "hey, it's not quite fattening enough.. i know, let's deep fry it".. i meant to get the fried pickles though and forgot. :)

jaron really had fun.. this is the first time he's been big enough to ride on the rides and "feed" the animals.

"yeah, mom.. i don't think so."

it's already starting...

i'm getting old and losing my mind. i'm only 34, is this when it starts?
yesterday i lost $150. i remember having it. i also remember thinking, i should take the money out of my pocket and put it somewhere where i wouldn't lose it. from there it gets hazy. (stupid growing older) (stupid 90's and all it's drugs and alcohol) well.. that was at 2pm. i had to leave my house, pick up my son, take him to my mother's, and go to the dentist. on the way, i checked my pocket.. not there... ok.. i must have put it somewhere in the house, i'll get it later, i thought. i get home, and no money.. i looked everywhere.. trash, car, refrigerator, coffee container (isn't that where people hide money), the medicine cabinet.. pretty much everywhere. no money. my husband got home and was helping me look. no luck. i decided that maybe it fell out of my pocket and was outside somewhere. i went out to look in my driveway.. and as i turned i saw it. it was on the ledge of my house. right where i left it. i forgot that as i was leaving, one of my plants had been kicked/robbed/left for dead so i put the money down and tried to revive my plant. that money sat there for over 5 hours. with a hundred dollar bill facing out. my mailman had to have seen it when he walked up.. i can't believe that it was still there. the wind didn't even take it away. weird. now, what was i talking about....

9/11

on this day, 5 years ago... about this time...i was dreaming...that the phone kept ringing and ringing... i just ignored it, but it wouldn't stop. i thought, who would be calling me this freaking early??? (it was about 6:30 l.a. time) i had been out really late and needed all the sleep i could get before getting up for work.
the ringing wouldn't stop.. so i got the phone.. it was my friend india.. and she was quite upset and told me that the world was ending.. and that new york and the pentagon were on fire and that i needed to get up and turn on the tv. i told her i would, and hung up.. and layed back down. i turned on my radio and listened... it was bad, they said. so, i got up, went into my living room and turned on the tv. i saw the second plane hit. i sat there for 10 minutes or so...debating whether this warranted waking up my roommate.. and i thought it did. i ran into aaron's room and told him to get up that there was something major going on and that the world was ending... he just rolled over and said "wicked" (he's from new zealand and was always saying that) and i said.. no, not wicked, scary.
he came out and saw what was going on. then we called my old roommate joey, who had just moved down the street, to come over. he did.. and the 3 of us sat there for hours.. in shock. i remember at one point.. i started to get ready for work.. and joey told me that there was no way i was working today.. i called my boss, who was at work already, and he said to stay home.
i spoke with my future husband on the phone.. i wanted to be with him.. but, he was in texas...i spoke with lots of family and friends that day.. most were worried because i lived in l.a. and i can't blame them, i was too. my friend becky came over too.. and the 4 of us went out to our local dive bar.. it was strange.. in a city as noisy as l.a. is.. it was quiet. the streets were quiet, there was hardly anyone out.. it was very strange. everyone at the bar.. just sat there watching tv.. no expressions.. we were all numb. the following week.. the arab community center at the end of my street was burned, arab cab drivers were now driving in teams of 2, it was scary being there... i left about 2 weeks later. i moved here, where i felt i was safe.

Solid Gold Dancers count down the top ten - 1985

i always wanted to be a solid gold dancer...and after watching them dance now..i probably could have been!
oh, how i love the 80's!

people scare me...

what possesses people into "decorating" their home/yard/trees/porch with all this crap?
this picture doesn't begin to show everything these people have outside, and hanging in the trees, and around the sides and back of the house... makes me wonder what the inside of this house must look like. it also makes me wonder if my house will look like this one day.. maybe when you run out of room.. outside it goes.

i'm so upset by the news that steve irwin, the crocodile hunter has died. it really hit me hard... i guess because he seemed like such a nice guy.. and the fact that he has 2 small kids. it's very tragic, and it sucks.

Mad World- Gary Jules