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	2006.09.19 11.07 Maxwell update today Since Maxwell has been teething he was waking up 2-3 times each night crying, on top of his feeding time...And we have always rocked him back to sleep. So for the past two weeks we were up many times a night for at least 1/2 hour each time. This prompted us to impliment sleep behavior modification: 1. We moved him into his OWN room and the BIG crib. 2. after his last feeding of the night at around 10:30pm, we put him down in his new room and new crib. He began to cry and we left him in there with the door closed for 5 minutes. After 5 minutes, we went into his room and rubbed his back, speaking softly toi him for less than 2 minutes. Then we left his room and stayed away for 10 minutes. to be continued, as Maxwell just woke up!



	2006.09.19 11.05 Maxwell update from last week Maxwell is 4 & 1/2 months old now. We stopped counting in weeks as it is easier to remember months at this point. His brain woke up to the world this month and he loves to sit upright to look around, even though he can't do it by himself yet. I think it has to do with his vision clearing up and becoming 20/20. He is vocalizing like crazy and his two front bottom teeth are on the edge of emerging. So he is drooly and cranky, but still adorable as ever. This past week and a 1/2 he has taken to waking up at night because of his teeth, so we miss our precious sleep.



	2006.08.24 18.59 Maxwell’s Deets: 15 weeks old... Maxwell has just begun vocalizations; he will string multiple vowels together. It’s so amazingly cute to hear. He is also holding his head up fairly well now and he does crunches in his car seat and bouncy chair as if he’s trying to sit up. “Stork bites” or birth marks: The biggest one is on the back of his neck-it looks like he got a rash from his wetsuit while surfing…He’s got a little birth mark in the left corner of his left eye lid. And when he is upset, there is a red dot that shows up as a bindi on his forehead between his eyes. There I also a little red mark on the left side of his left nostril. The doctor says these will go away eventually. I don’t think anyone knows how they form… Yesterday while at my friend and fellow Mommy Amy Sabik’s house, we came to the conclusion that Maxwell is teething. He is sucking on his fist, lower lip, and tongue all the time. He is holding on to my nipple to chew after he is done suckling. He is a little more cranky than usual. He loves to hold on to a blanket at his chest and pull it up to his mouth to suck on. Oh yah and he drools and blows bubbles …If a mom or dad cut their first teeth early, then their child will likely cut them early too. So I am off to buy teething rings. Luckily I already have teething gel, but I tasted it (always be willing to taste whatever you are going to put in your child’s mouth) and it really numbed up my tongue… His feet are so chubby-I compared them yesterday to girl baby feet and they are much more like Flintstone feet (thick and square) but with nice high arches. He has cankles and no wrists. But he’s not as rolly-polly as some other babies I’ve seen. He is well proportioned! Right now he is on the changing table, making noise and doing baby aerobics; his is moving his arms and legs up and down as if he is jogging. He seems very happy doing this. I’ve tried to get video of him when he’s happy, but I am enjoying it so much I forget to do it and when I remember, I only get 1 minute or so, then he gets cranky. Mood: mellow



	2006.07.10 11.52 boobies As a our little Motown group was happily hanging out together on July Fourth, Daniel looked over at me whilst I was breastfeeding Maxwell and exclaimed, "My GOD that boob is bigger than his head!" It is true I was always well-endowed (the bc pill made-it-so at age 18.) But with the introduction of breast milk into my chest, my boobs have gotten a wee bit bigger. I bought a nursing bra last month in size 36 G... But having large breasts really does not equate to more milk production. The breast milk will eventually balance with the amount of milk the baby drinks. So a small-chested woman can have just the right amount of milk for her baby. But we large-chested women do have a burden to bear. We are called "Dairy Queens" or "Milk Maids." They joke that we have enough milk for twins, but only have one baby. Our breasts get engorged more easily. We have freezers full of leftover milk. But I'm tellin' ya, I'd rather have the problem of "too much milk" than not enough to fill my baby's stomach any day. Mood: satisfied



	2006.07.10 11.50 its always something I was so proud of myself that I finally made it to my first yoga class (with Maxwell) last Wednesday! I had a great time, And I was super sore the next day, so I didn't think much of it when my whole body was still aching on Thursday night. But by Friday morning it was much more than just soreness and I realized I had contracted the stomach flu...When life isn't challenging enough, one has to manage a 8-week-old baby whilst enduring nausea/fever/chills. Anywho, today is Monday and "Steve the Wonder Husband and Dad" got us through the weekend safe and sound. It seems the worst of the nausea & fever is gone and Maxwell has shown no signs of contracting the flu yet. I breastfed him every ounce of milk I could through the weekend to give him immunities to the virus. Mood: exhausted



	2006.06.09 07.54 power our house Steve said that if we hooked Maxwell up to a generator we could power our house with the gas he makes. Wow, he sure is gassy-the books say that it will go away when his intestines acclimate to the milk and process it better. But, his burps and farts are on par with any full grown man's...He is already a great Motowner! Mood: hungry



	2006.06.09 07.51 Mr. Toad So Maxwell's new nickname is Mr. Toad. -He gets a huge belly after he eats; well really he has a huge belly all the time. -And it HAS been a Wild Ride during this first month. I'll always remember Mr. Toad's Wild Ride as being choatic and unpredictable, but I always enjoyed the surprises anyway. That's how Maxwell is for me. Mood: awake



	2006.06.01 10.12 Not again... On Monday May 30th, Memorial Day, I had a great visit with some Motown folks at our place, then I had a long hot shower. Right after my shower, I began having intense lower-right-abdomen pain... I felt worse than my second day of c-section recovery. ( More details on Melissa's ordeal ) Mood: drained



	2006.05.28 11.52 Crazy for Him One fine afternoon last week, the Ipod was sending out tunes to help the breastfeeding along. Maxwell & I finished our session and began to dance in the entry-way to Madonna's "Crazy for You." The words expressed how I felt about him...It was an enchanted time. Mood: grateful



	2006.05.24 19.20 my son Steve has been giving excellent updates on our status-I'm not so much one for typing...But I took a nap with my son this afternoon and the sore nipples and sleep depravation and baby worries all melted away when I saw his involuntary smiles which I decided were aimed at me. As I am writing he is farting over the baby monitor at us. Life is good. Maxwell is goodness. Mood: contemplative



	2006.01.02 23.57 another day on the island We got to Battery Park at the South end of Manhattan at about 11:30am today. It took about one hour to get from the back of the line to the ferry-I expected even longer-then we rode the ferry out to Ellis island with a stop at the "Statue." We were not interested in getting off at Liberty Is., so we just waited 10 minutes or so on the ferry and continued on to Ellis Is. We bought the self-guided audio tour, which had you imagine you were a new immigrant just off the boat and it walked you through the procedure for processing. It was an illuminating and interesting experience. Many amazing photos of hopeful and tired faces. We made it through most of the tour, then opted to look for our relatives who passed through Ellis, mine from Germany and Steve's from Poland. But we found no matches for any combination of names on their computers. So we headed back to the main island. We met Avacado for brewskys at a bar (make mine water) and chatted for hours, then ate tasty Mediterranian food. As we slogged through the rain back to the subway to head "home" to Brookln, we were entertained by an accordian player in the subway, then a random singer in the train. Unfortunately I skipped that last toilet break and was really needing to go by the time we got to our stop. Well, the train passed our stop by with out even slowing down. Doh! So, as the train doors opened at the next stop I had to run upstairs to the street to dive into a dive bar and use their facilities before we headed back down into the tunnel to return one stop to finally get home to crash. Mood: exhausted



	2006.01.01 13.10 On Saturday morning, well ok it was around noon when I got everyone fed with my patented french toast, I convinced Steve that we needed to head to Manhattan and take advantange of the one day the flea markets would be open in the Chelsea neighborhood. So we hopped on the F-train subway again and headed to the island. The train goes above ground before leaving Brooklyn, and before heading under the water. So we got our first look at the City. Beautiful in all it's skyscrapers and industry. Once downtown in sort of western lower Manhattan, we navigated to the place where the map said this huge flea market stands. A big sign says; we've moved to some god-forsaken place that tourists wont be able to find-so you're SOL. Luckily there was a smaller adhock flea market/antiques area right next door. So we wandered around the makeshift stalls, more like garage sale items. But then I saw this door knocker/handle; "Northern Chinese" says the woman. I decide not to bargain as I am lazy and pay 10 bucks for a cool (brass I say, bronze she says) funky looking face to replace the lovey-dovey knocker currently on our front door. As I am finishing this transaction, it starts to rain, but the rain is not running down my jacket like it should, but staying formed in little beads. Oh, snow...Within 1 hour there is a fair amount of snow covering horizontal surfaces and Steve and I are searching for a place to get warm and eat lunch. The guide book has a dot for Eisenburg's Sandwich Shop (which means it could be good.) So we head that direction, when a native comes up to us, (obviously we look lost?) and asks if we need help. We say we are looking for a lunch place and he says go to Eisenburg's and points us there. Apparently we are desined to go there. As we enter there is a very long counter running down the left side of the facility and a seasoned looking staff behind it. As we sat down someone asks how long this establishments has been here, and the barkeep replies 76 years tomorrow. We order pastrami & corned beef sandwiches respectively-we usually get chicken/turkey meals, but apparently the weather and just being in NY suggests otherwise. The food is amazing, a combination of warm food hitting our bellies, and well, that it's really good. If you are ever at 174 Fifth Ave, you must eat there. Once our blood returns to normal, we head back out to get back onto the subway as this is no weather to be sightseeing. We take naps back at the Lewellyns, who are prepping for the Moustache bash. After waking, we put our "white trash" costumes on underneath our warm and toasty clothes and head toward Pianos for dinner before the party. We walk a couple of blocks off of the subway, just scanning the buildings for signs of good food. I point down an alley and say let's check out this. Having been told by Colin that there are good French rests in Manhattan, we head to this tiny hole-in-the-wall called Zucco's French diner or something. As we step in, techno-rap is blaring and there are 3-4 tables and a small bar with the kitchen right behind it. Real French food, as we find out the waiter is the owner, who's never owned a rest before, but has been running this one for 4 months. Amazing food from start tofinish. Fun atmosphere, the owner seems really in his element, in a groove. The dude sitting next to us at the bar, who seems to know the owner as they converse in Frenchy, is heading out to a NYE party to do a huge Latin, Reggae set. Of course one can always bring up Bman as an ice breaker in any big city. We chatted while we ate and then got hugs and went on our ways. Funk camp does put on an amazing party! All seemed to go very smoothly, and Steve got to run the spot for 2 rock sets, he likes to keep busy. It was great to have Avacado there as our Motown to Funk connection. We got to chat alot and I really enjoyed his company. I actually lasted longer than I expected, being expecting and all. I got to dance to my second favorite dj, Mr. Colin Lewellyn, which is always a treat! The pizza at 4:00am was a lifesaver. The taxi ride home took us over the Brooklyn Bridge where we could just make out Ms. Liberty in the harbor. Slept super well, until the L's arrived at about 12:00 noon and immediately crashed. Happy, happy New Year everyone. Sending lots of love and good vibes from the city that never sleeps. Mood: full



	2005.12.31 10.31 Brouklyn I feel like a NY native already! The plane flight had a little turbulence, but otherwise was smooth. Jetblue got us there with 2 inches of extra leg room in row 22, and unexpectedly, tons of free snacks! We hitched a taxi to Tanya & Colin's place in Brooklyn; dropped off our luggage, and headed 1 & 1/2 blocks to the F line subway. The weather is quite chilly, but we have packed well and put on knit hats with ear flaps and scarves for the walk. Then it was down two stops to 7th Ave, which Tanya said had tons of restaurants for our choosing. Remember, it is almost 11:00pm, so I was doubtful that we would find a full rest stll open, ready to settle for a snack shack. Just one block down we come across a place called Beet, tiny hole-in-the-wall, but full of customers. So we head in through the successon of doors, (which keep the biting wind and I assume snow when there is some, out.) The staff is friendly and we choose "shared" items (appetizers). The food comes promptly, which is a good thing because "Tree" as our son-to-be is affectionatley known, is starving! The rest turns out to be Asian/Thai, each item is very tasty with dipping sauces to add even more flavor. After our meal, the waiter asks us to fill out a quick survey of the rest. and with the survey hands us a discuont document for next time. All high marks given, we pay and head to a grocery to pick up breakfast items for the next two days of our stay with the Lewellyns. There happens to be a 24 hour grocery justdown from the subway exit. We then head back down the steps to the subway, realizing we might be there for a while as it has just hit 12am and the trains change to every half hour, we snuggle against a girder to wait. The train comes a couple of minutes later and we hop back on the F line and retrace our steps "home." Steve settles in to write in his live journal and I settle into the already made up guest couch bed. T & C arrive shortly, hugs all around. We tell then about our dining experience and they say Beet just opened and they were meaning to go there-so I gave them the discount for their meal. This is the point where my exclaimation about feeling like a native already kicks in. We navigated around right away and even went to a rest our hosts have not been to yet! Oh and they own an adorable female calico who met us at the door with rubbings. We felt at home right way. p.s. here is the "Tree" story; As steve and I drove down to Paso for Xmas last week, I started the name game for our son. Steve got bored of it quickly and chose the first thing he saw out his window to name our son, which happened to be a tree. Then I started calling this wiggling alien inside of me Tree to myself. and it stuck. For the past week now, every time I sit still upright, Tree kicks me a couple of times to let me know he's still there. It is very reassuring. Mood: content



	2005.11.20 22.03 repatriation. I attended a repatriation. The professor I have been working with at SJSU, Alan Leventhal, works closely with the Muwekma-Ohlone tribe. A few of his graduate students helped re-excavate one of the tribe’s burial sites in South San Jose. The site is located off Bernal road right under 101 where 85 and 101 come together. Apparently there is some construction going on with 101 and after 10 years of burial, these 1500 year old Native Americans had to be dug up and reburied elsewhere. Since I was having my so far typical prego problems I could not help with the excavation, but I wanted to be a part of the reburial. I kept in contact with this professor because Native Americans fascinate me, and having a cultural anthro degree I want to learn more about them and hopefully work with them at some point. But each time some kind of gathering occurred in the past, I have always had previous plans, or was out of town. So I was damned sure not going to miss this one. Last Tuesday I drove down to the excavation site (called "three wolves" because 3 wolf skeltons were originally found with the excavation) and helped load the 40-50 boxes of ancestral bones from the giant metal storage container into 3 trucks, which were then driven 2 miles down the bicycle path to a 15 foot deep 30 foot long new burial site. We then created a chain and moved the ancestors box by box down the hill into their new home. They laid down a drop cloth and began to lay the boxes next to each other on the ground in the hole. As each box was set down, a tribal member waved smoldering sage over the ancestor. After all of the boxes were laid into the burial, each person who helped was blessed and cleansed. Rosemary the tribal speaker said that anyone in contact with the boxes could bring evil spirits that would linger with the dead, so we had to be cleansed. We had sage waved over our front and back and even under our feet. Then we washed our hands with bottled water and received a blessing of a smudge of water on our foreheads. Next the tribal members took turns speaking about the ancestors and how they are hopefully now at rest and how we done them right by reburying them. As the hum of the freeway melted away, I heard the swooshing of the cottonwood trees in the breeze overhead. Then I looked up to see those fluffy seeds blowing through the group. Tears formed as I lost myself in the meaning and spiritualness of the event. I was very moved (and pregnant) and was so glad to have been a part of and witnessed this event. It was quite a unique experience and hopefully the tribal people might recognize me at the next gathering. Mood: thoughtful



	2005.11.20 22.02 ahh pregnancy... So there I was in my 13th week and having some progressively stronger pains in the general vacinity of my uterus (not cramps as such) but I began to worry a bit. So I saw my OB on Thursday and she confirmed that my fetus/baby was doing fine (got to hear the heartbeat AGAIN,) but she was worried that the place where I pointed to my pain might be appendix problems. She sent me to the other half of her building where a internal medicine MD was located. He agreed to fit me in and I saw him within 1/2 hour (very surprising!) He deducted that my pain was not appendix problems, but hernia problems. He said prego women can have weakened muscles in the groin area from uterus growth which cause this pain and could turn into a hernia if unchecked. Yay! Funnily enough, I had just signed up the previous day at the YMCA to begin prenatal yoga/aerobics classes. He said this muscle can take up to 6 weeks to heal and I had to stop even the power walks I was beginning to enjoy with Kiyoe. We had been walking the neighborhoods twice a weeks for the past month and I was proud of myself for sticking to any exercise...Well, that and the prenatal exercises are right out for the next 6 weeks! So my feeble attempt at following my OB's directions of exercising 30 minutes everyday were thwarted... It seems like I will have an even harder time beginning exercise when I am 5-10 pounds heavier and the weather is much colder at the end of December. Anywho, my morning sickness stomach problems are at a minimum; only sour stomach and acid reflux sometimes, but I had those anyway. So I take Tylenol for the pain and enjoy Star Trek on Tivo and Netflix. And shopping on the internet. Oh and I am still working on my high school reunion, even though 2 committee members quit for family reasons...



	2005.11.20 21.29 have a dish of pain. So there I was in my 13th week and having some progressively stronger pains in the general vacinity of my uterus (not cramps as such) but I began to worry a bit. So I saw my OB on Thursday and she confirmed that my fetus/baby was doing fine (got to hear the heartbeat AGAIN,) but she was worried that the place where I pointed to my pain might be appendix problems. She sent me to the other half of her building where a internal medicine MD was located. He agreed to fit me in and I saw him within 1/2 hour (very surprising!) He deducted that my pain was not appendix problems, but hernia problems. He said prego women can have weakened muscles in the groin area from uterus growth which cause this pain and could turn into a hernia if unchecked. Yay! Funnily enough, I had just signed up the previous day at the YMCA to begin prenatal yoga/aerobics classes. He said this muscle can take up to 6 weeks to heal and I had to stop even the power walks I was beginning to enjoy with Kiyoe. We had been walking the neighborhoods twice a weeks for the past month and I was proud of myself for sticking to any exercise...Well, that and the prenatal exercises are right out for the next 6 weeks! So my feeble attempt at following my OB's directions of exercising 30 minutes everyday were thwarted... It seems like I will have an even harder time beginning exercise when I am 5-10 pounds heavier and the weather is much colder at the end of December. Anywho, my morning sickness stomach problems are at a minimum; only sour stomach and acid reflux sometimes, but I had those anyway. So I take Tylenol for the pain and enjoy Star Trek on Tivo and Netflix. And shopping on the internet. Oh and I am still working on my high school reunion, even though 2 committee members quit for family reasons... Mood: cranky



	2005.11.01 14.20 my parasite Warning - this might be too much information for some... As every month for the past year, after Burning Man, I dreaded coming to the end of my cycle as I really wanted to become pregnant and hated seeing my period come. Since my cycle has been pretty regular this year, when I was two days late I took the almighty pregnancy test. Well let me tell ya the results were baffling. There is a test box, which shows a vertical line while the test progresses. Then the result box either shows a plus sign or a negative sign. Well my result was a vertical line (not a horizontal line, which would have been a negative sign), it looked just like the test box line. Searching through the instructions I failed to find anything to justify this result. So I waited until the next morning, thinking the test was broken. Guess what, I got the same results the next day. This was a Friday and I rushed to call my doctor to see if she could run a prego test for me. No prob, just come on down. I waited for the results in the waiting room ignoring all the pregnant women, whom I despised at the time (Steve and I called them fat people...), I also did not pick up any of the parenting or prego magazines that lined the tables...The receptionist/nurse had the test strip sitting next to her on her desk and kept telling me to relax. Well, the results were "blue" which is positive. (hopefully does not mean it's a boy...) Little tears began to roll down my cheeks as I got to share this info with the receptionist, not my husband...So she gave me a tentative due date and sent me on my way. I called Steve on the phone and gave him the news, but I was nervous as it did not seem real. By the way, they chart your "estimated" due date (called that to cover their asses) by when you had your last period, not by when you might have conceived as many when don't know when they concieved. So you are already 4 weeks pregnant when you get your results...Now I realized why I was so tired at Burning Man. I actually took naps almost everyday, when I usually just push through it. Well, I checked my underwear everyday for a week to see if I would wake up from this dream. Then I began having cramps and started freaking out. I phone my ob and she did an ultrasound to see if there was any problems. Everything looked fine so far she said she could see the "egg sack" in the uterus. The cramping I had was my uterus expanding (yay). So I went on with my days, still checking my underwear for spots. Then it did happen, tiny brown spots. We did another ultrasound and everything looked fine again, she pointed out a tiny beating heart, which I said ok, sure I can see that (it was all a black/grey blob). I was told no sex (poor Steve) and no exercise. The spotting lasted for exactly 7 days and then went away. This is called implantation. So after 1 week of no bleeding, my heart rate began going back to normal. Steve got what he wanted and I continued to take my daily naps and watch Netflix movies. Then I got to have my first normal prego appointment-I actually read one of the prego mags in the waiting room and considered myself one of the gang...The doc goes over your family history, does an ultrasound where I actually could make out the heartbeat (tears ensued), does a physical, and goes over nutrition. Everything looked good, so we began to tell a few members of our family, but still kept up the front to everyone else that we were still trying. Before the first trimester ends the statistics are high for the M word, especially for a 37 year old gal. My eating was great for the first 8 weeks-I basically ate whenever my body said I was hungry, which was about 5 times a day. Oh by the way, I lost 5 pounds around Burning Man and have only gained by 1-2 pounds in the first trimester. So all this eating is not causing weight gain yet...But after the first 8 weeks, I began to feel nausea in the evenings for 1 week. Then I spent a week feeling like I had the flu. Fever and chills, everything I tried to eat tasted like dirt, and gave me a sour stomach. Of course this coencided with our trip to Napa which we had planned for 2 months. I tried the yummy rich foods at the fancy restaurants we attended, but could only eat a few bites and felt I was full. By the way, when you are prego, if you are as sensitive as I am, your sense of smell is very heightened. So this rich food was overwhelming to my senses. I was a trooper and made it through the weekend with ginger/lemon tea, tylenol and those great fat restaurant french fries. So at Miyako and Daniel's baby shower, Steve and I announced the good news to our friends, sorry if you missed it. This week I feel good, but most food tends to give me acid reflux and a sour stomach and I sleep when my body says so. This week I am supposed to start exercising "every day for at least 30 minutes" to get my heart rate up. Well, I'm a social exerciser, so I will probably begin my tap classes again and I have begun power walking at least once a week with Kiyoe. Good thing all the Motowners are moving back up to the city and starting to get healthy and exercise... We call it my parasite...little Perry. MJ Mood: drained



	2005.10.19 22.09 exercise is catching I went with Kiyoe on a one hour "mountain bike" ride today in Mountain View. (We rode mountain bikes on the asphalt trails.) I forgot how much I like my bicycle-Steve got it for me a couple of years ago for my bday and it kicks ass. It has the cool Shimano gear shifters and front shocks. And I just bought a amazingly cushy seat, so my croch does not hate me afterward. Kiyoe rode my old mountain bike, which Kevin bought for me in 1987...it has been to Bman 6 times and still works farely well. We rode from my house over to the Steven's Creek bike trail which runs between the highways and creeks. It's actually very pretty, even though the freeways drown out your thoughts sometimes. We ride over a fair number of bridges which give you a good workout. We made it almost to Shoreline park and then turned back. When we left the trail header at the end of the ride I asked Kiki how it went and she said, "fing great!" It kind of kicked our asses, but we plan to do it every week. Mood: chipper



	2005.10.11 22.58 scary meeting So I drove to the Morro Bay Nibble Nook pizzeria last weekend to meet with 5 of my classmates from Morro Bay High School to convene our first 20 year reunion meeting. I was kinda nervous as I actually had not seen these people for 20 years. None of them came to the 10 year reunion. But everyone was clearly recognizable by face, though I did not remember 3 of the ladies names and they were super friendly. People said I did not change much, that was nice of them. We spent 3 hours working out details on how to contact classmates and how to choose a facility, among other things. By the way, no men showed up to help, even though they said they would. 2 guy classmates showed up at the very end just to oggle us. I sent out an email today to the ladies with a break down of everyone's first responsibilities which were decided upon in the meeting. I told my graduating Anthropology class that I was going to put together my reunion, so I had better do it. I made the first steps this summer by having all of the 10 year committee's information mailed to me. So when I came to this meeting I could show examples of the things we were talking about; "what about a complete classmates list?" Melissa lifts it up and shows it around. "What about a sample of the invitations to the reunion that were mailed?" Melissa sifts though her pile and pulls out the old invite... Mood: productive



	2005.10.11 22.56 behind the times, but I got there As I thought, I'm Madonna. But apparently I can not spell: Which Musical Artist Are You? this quiz was made by Selena Mood: chipper



	2005.10.05 18.30 I'm a wizard too. I can't decieve peeps for the life of me. And I'm not combative, as I don't like weapons, but maybe that's cause I don't have any and I know that if I did have some I would like the power they wielded too much. :) kinda like donuts, I never tried um, but when I finally did, I realized how additive they are, now I stay away from them. Mood: blah



	2005.09.24 14.14 Sharks I was never a sports fan until I moved to the Bay area. Having a professional hockey team (that was actually good) playing just down the road sparked my interest. Now I know the players names and can tell when they make a basket, I mean goal... Anywho, we are going to see our first Shark game tomorrow nite at the Tank (now the HP pavillion for gods sake!) It's only a "pre-season" game (meaning it don't count), so the players might not be trying their darndest, but it should be fun anyway. Our friends Trevor and Karne are ameteur hockey players and have season tix, but since Karen and her sis wont be around for tomorrow nite's game, Trevor is letting us sit with him in the cool peeps seats. Otherwise, we are usually up in the nosebleed seats. There was this stupid money dispute between the managers and the players last year, something about a salary cap for these dudes who make billions already. Which meant that we did not have a hockey team last year, which sucked big weenies. So I am looking forward to yelling at the players and eating expensive snacks. Turquoise all the way! Mood: restless



	2005.09.20 11.45 amazing burning man creation So Greg Junell sent the SLO Burn email group this website containing this dude Lenny's photo collage "comic book" from Burning Man 2005. It's rather overwhelming, you have to be in the right mood to go through over 200 pages of photos and absorb it all. I'm totally surprised that he got it done in so short of time. I think I need to look at it again when I'm in the "right" mood, whatever that is...Though it does bring me right back to the Burn and make me feel at home again. It also let me see a lot of art I did not even know existed. (well it probably does not exist anymore...) Speaking of, the Bman brouchure that we get every year when we enter the City sucks big time! It only lists the title of someone's art, which gives you no Earthly idea what the actual structure is. And then it is impossible to actually find it on their dinky map. I suggest a description with each playa structure to help me decide if it is something I must check out. Anyway, here is the comic book: http://www.lennyjones.net/burn2005/comicbook2005.htm Mood: impressed



	2005.09.20 11.32 Have you met our kitten? I got Vincent from my mom's house in Paso Robles. She let one of her young female calico cats mate to see if she could spawn more calicos. Unfortunately for her she got 3 orange tabbies and 2 mottled brown ones. I've been jonsing fort a kitten for years now, and finally decided to defy my husband and get one. I picked the orange tabby with the most energy and prettiest coloring. He turned out to be a holy terror, but we still love him, especially when he is sleeping. Here is a photo of him trying to stay awake: He is now 4 months old and gets to go in to get tutored at the vet this Thursday. We are hoping this will slow down the kamakazi attacks on us. Randy, our 16 year old cat, very introverted and mellow and will not stand up for himself against Vincent's attacks...I was hoping they would have created a truce by now and have an understanding, but alas Vincent attacks Randy out of the blue and Randy runs away howling (running away aye.) Mood: pleased



	2005.09.20 11.15 Rilakkuma Relax Bear actually looks just like the mood icon I have chosen. Mood: creative

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