It's! muh BIRFDAY!

You Are 26 Years Old

26 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

SONOFA.....!!!!

Whatever.

Your Boobies' Names Are: Thelma and Louise

Get your own Boobie Names

Periodically, my dad asks me if being married has made me feel 'domestic'. After the initial "did he say domestic or domesticated?" thought, I realize more and more lately that it's a valid question. I worry more about how our home appears to people, although the disarray belies that concern. I enjoy spending time with family more than before and actually look forward to holiday get-togethers and all the cooking and cleaning that goes with them. Maybe 'domesticated' is the proper word after all. I'm not exactly suzy-homemaker. If I had to describe the ways I've changed since getting married, I'd say that I've just adopted more of the traits of a house-wife and adapted them to my own weird habits. I still have my little desk toys. I sleep with at least one stuffed animal within reach. Pretty much none of my clothes actually belong in a 25 year old's closet.

Blah blah blah. I can't write for shit. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother keeping a blog at all. Nothing I say here is interesting or pertinent.

Nicole asked me to go to Padre Island with her and her sister and her friend Stacey. I really do want to go and it would work out because they're planning to go on my days off and be back the night before I have to work next. But I'm just so freaking tired all the time. I can't imagine what a whirlwind road/camping trip would do to my system. Maybe I'm just being DOMESTIC... I dunno. There's just this little voice in my head that tells me I shouldn't go and that while the boy is ok with me being gone, it's not exactly what I want to do so why bother? But I feel bad. I DO want to spend time with Nicole and it seems like the perfect opportunity. Blargh. Maybe I should just go ahead and plan a party for Sunday. Oh! Yeah, I just found out today that I'm off Sunday. EASTER. Of course. Damn my non-believing hide for failing to fully take advantage of the x-tian holidays! I could have made all sorts of plans but I didn't. Because I forgot. Because I do not Believe. Moo ha ha.

I read today on Danielle's diary that Fiona Apple has a new album that Sony is not releasing. What the hell? I heart Fiona. Danielle made a comment about how Fiona's fans can be crazy... I don't guess I've ever really met a Crazed Fiona Fan. Although... when I went to Colorado by myself when I was 16, the man that was supposed to sit next to me did stop and double take and ask me if by some chance I was Fiona Apple. I'm not sure what drugs this man was taking but it was an interesting and never repeated occurrence.

I've been wondering lately if the growing distance between myself and my friends is my fault. I don't mean to run people off and I don't mean to shut them out but maybe that's exactly what I've done. I can't even remember the last time I was invited to someone's house just to hang out or the last time someone actually accepted when I invited them over here. It's a broad statement, I know. And I don't mean to belittle the amount of time that I do get to spend with the boy's and my mutual friends. I heart them so completely. But my friends. All... 2 of them, I guess. I dunno. I can't even remember how many friends I have or haven't.

All of this, of course, is coming out because it's my birthday in less than 2 weeks and while I would love to spend it with friends, I can't for the life of me think of more than a handful that would bother to show up. I don't guess that says much for me.

Four Mounties die in shootout
Thursday, March 3, 2005 Posted: 9:59 PM EST (0259 GMT)




Canadian Prime Minister Paul Martin condemned the brutal killing of four officers.

CALGARY, Alberta (Reuters) -- Four Royal Canadian Mounted Police officers were shot and killed during a raid on a marijuana-growing operation in rural Alberta Thursday, in one of the bloodiest days in the history of the national police force, a senior official said.

A suspect in the shootout that erupted inside a large farm building that police were investigating also died when he turned his rifle on himself, said Bill Sweeney, commanding officer of the RCMP in Alberta.