I love it when I get comments on my blog, almost as much as I love e-mail. Anyway because “someone” was trying to do some tricky things and I’m too dumb to figure out what is wrong, I can’t approve any comments to get posted. So if you left me a comment, thank you. If not, F you. ha ha totally kidding. sorta.

Yesterday I was in the car for over 12 hours, but for a good reason. Some smarty farty I know got an interview at some smarty farty place and we drove up to Seattle for it. The interview was 3 hours. I sat in the car reading my Java book and getting reacquainted with objects and all that jazz. Michael thinks the interview went well, but who knows he probably farted half way through and made the interviewers pass out. Okay I am getting a little crazy, but we just have to wait and see if they want to hire him. I’m not a fan of waiting.

While I was sitting in the car for three hours pretending to read my Java book I was really people watching. There was a shopping center around the corner from the place Michael interviewed with so we parked over there and I had clear view of the drug store entrance. Oh what fun I had.

One lady came out of the store with her bag and then walked over to the trash can. At the trash can she stood and removed all the packaging from everything she bought and threw it away. These are some of the things going through my head: What is this lady doing? Is she one of those people sho refuses to pay for garbage service at home? She can’t be eco-friendly because that’s a trash can, not a recycle bin. This lady is nuts. Now you’re seeing into who I really am huh, a judgemental stare hard retard. As the soup nazi says: Nnnneeeeext . . .

Then there were the three loonies. They jump out of a car and loony #1 asks if they need to lock the car and loony #2 says that he’ll stay out front and watch it. Then loony #3 tells loony #1 that loony #2 will definitely stay out front to watch the car. This goes on and on for minutes when the first loony could have just locked the damn door, went in the store and came back out in the same amount of time this whole ordeal took.

I saw many other characters too. One lady was singing good ship lollipop to her daughter while looking around to see who else was listening, one dude was standing around singing random tid bits of songs while he waited for someone, tons of kids having hissy fits while their parents tried to calmly talk to them while in reality I know they wanted to run away screaming themselves. It was a fun time.

I got a snadwich at Quiznos on the way home and there I had another little encounter with “things that make no sense to Laycie”. I have these encounters all the time and maybe I should keep them to myself but that just isn’t fun or funny, so no I won’t be keeping anything to myself.

I have been to Quiznos a few times but I never know which sandwich to order. So I finally pick one and they ask me if I want white or wheat. I say wheat but look back up at the menu and see that it says the sanwich comes on some special “rosemary blah blah blah” bread. Whatever. Then they tell me the special sauce for that one is all gone, would I like to substitute honey mustard, um no. So I pick a different sandwich, it just has ranch, lettuce, tomato, onion and turkey. Not too difficult and not too special. The girl starts making it and then she asks, is onion okay? um, yeah. Then she asks, is lettuce okay? What do you mean is it okay? I ordered a sanwhich off the menu that says it comes with this and that on it and you’re going to ask me before you put each thing on the sanwich if it’s okay? yeah it’s okay. You’re Quiznos, not Subway. Just make the F’ing sandwich and quit asking me so many damn questions. I may have been a bit hungry because I was thoroughly irritated. I am easily irritated though so who knows. Grrr.

We’re running 16 miles tonight. Oh you want to come too, sorry but it’s only for crazy people. Yeah I’m kinda not too excited about this run because I only ran one time this week so who knows what the hell is going to fall off when I’m out there tonight. Hopefully it won’t be my hands. I need them to type with. stay tuned for the aftermath.

This first one has no music but it’s still funny:

I saved the best for last (Thanks Lisa and Scott!)

I found the cutest dress ever and I want it, want it, want it! I know it’s gonna go for a million bucks because this eBay seller gets really good prices, so I’ll just make my own.

Stay tuned for the results . . .

Isn’t it cute though? I told Michael I’d have to die my hair black though because you just need black hairto wear red. Really, you do.

My poor little blog . . . So abandoned and unloved lately. Partly because Michael is making me a new site and has been doing lots of cool stuff but mostly because I am lazy and haven’t had any funny stories to tell. I still don’t have any funny stories but lets just see how this goes anyway.

Michael, Rhianna and I are 14 miles deep into our marathon training. We did the 14 miler last night and since Steve was in town he rode Michael’s bike along with us so he could visit. I think his a$$ fell off somewhere around mile 8 but he says it was all worth it because we’re so cool. His dog Kona came along too and ran with Michael.

After such a long run you are just in straight pain, especially when it’s the first time you’ve gone that distance in a year. I had a hell of a time sleeping but that’s actually good because I got up early instead of wanting to sleep in as usual.

There was a house out on our favorite country road that had shake siding and I was telling Rhianna about how we put those on the garage at the seaside cabin and she’s like “Why’d you have to say shake?” yeah milkshakes sounded pretty damn good! When we’re out there we all start fantasizing about eating. Then she’s telling me about her trip to Burgerville and I was dreaming about my favorite tillamook cheeseburger from there.

Yeah it gets pretty bad. When we got back Kona drank a gallon of water and then Michael and Steve went to go get some mexican food from a restaurant down the street. I went to Safeway and got chocolate milk, snickers, chx taquitos, and ice cream sandwiches. Totally not what you need to put into your body but I just ran 14 miles so I figured I could eat whatever I wanted.

Today I am still super sore but I feel like a million bucks. Next week we’re doing 16 miles. Then 18 then finally 20 just a few weeks before the marathon. We are all so excited! Steve’s girlfriend is doing the marathon too. He told me she just wants to do it so she can say she’s done a marathon. I told him that Rhianna and I said the same thing but after you finish you feel so awesome all you can think about is doing it again. We’ll see if the same thing happens to Lindsey.

So my sister Katie just got a job at the Wilson House retirement/care home as a full-time caregiver. She also gets to do the CNA program through them whenever she wants. I am so excited for her. In highschool I visited the Wilson house for a class and my goup (Lisa and Rhianna) and I interviewed this really cool little old lady. It’s a really nice place there on center st. near downtown. I love old people!

I started reading my database textbook today and I am so excited to start the class. I forgot how fun it is to learn. The fun will probably wear off as soon as homework/projects set in but for now I am purely excited and happy. Oh and in fun news I was clearing out some stuff and I sold a bunch of old patterns I had on eBay for a pretty penny. Yeah I’m pretty stoked. I got this box for $2 at a garage sale and they went to a designer who does costume/wardrobe and is working on some 60’s project. pretty cool. Yeah that’s about the coolest thing that’s happened recently. so sad.

My two stray cats are still hanging around out front, I’m taking them both to get fixed this next week. The girl was hiding for awhile and I thought she took off but she’s still here. The little gray manx, Bob, is so adorable. He is so lovey dovey. Michael’s all “That stupid cat” and I’m like “Why, what’d it do?” Then he’s all “it’s just coming up to me being all cute and trying to get me to like it”. ha ha ha. He is super cute though.

Last weekend we hung out with Lisa (my cool smarty friend) and her partner in crime (another cool smarty person). We had another super yum-tastic Lisa dinner and then played Trivial Pursuit. Wow did that game make me feel like an idiot. Lisa and Scott knew like every answer and I think they just wanted to play to show us how smart they were, ha ha, I told you they were smarty farty. Yeah so then we played our favorite card game speed. Michael tried so hard to beat Lisa but she came out as over-all champ.

Then we played Phase 10. That game took like three hours but it was fun too because Lisa and Scott kept getting into these funny little fights about it. Oh and whenever Scott thought anyone was cheating he told them “yeah you might win but if you do there will be an asterisk next to your name”. So now Michael and I keep giving each other asterisks for random things. Like “yeah you ran 14 miles but you’re getting an asterisk because you walked about a mile there in the middle”. Okay obviously I’m rambling now so I gotta go . . .

Rhianna and I ran 10 miles the other night and to do this we ran out on the Hwy toward Dallas. Along the way we have to pass through Holman Park, kinda weird and freaky but we gotta do it. So we ran out 2 miles past Holman, which makes 5 miles from my house, then turned around to head back. As we went back through the park/rest stop we hear all this meowing. We look over in a tree and there is this huge fluffy cat just standing on a dry half dead branch. He’s screaming at us and trying to walk around the branch while little pieces are breaking off and he’s almost falling out of the tree with every step. Then we hear more cat cries and we turn around to see this super cute little calico cat walking up behind us. Little miss calico was super friendly and liked us a lot. She liked us so much that she followed us all the way back to my house, three miles, while we were running.

I know someone dumped those two cats there at the park and that just makes me really upset. Animals are not disposable. People need to get their pets fixed and when you take up the responsibilty of a pet you need to actually be responsible for it. I can’t stand people who have no regard for animals or their well being. Not getting your cat spayed or nuetered is very irresponsible. It just makes me so frustrated! aaaaH! Enough ranting.

I’m going to get little miss calico spayed and put her cute little picture on craigslist so maybe a nice person/family will want to give her a good home. I’m not even going to try to give her away without getting her fixed, I want to be sure it gets done. She is super cute and has a really funny little face. The sucky thing is that she went into heat about 2 days ago so now she is just hanging around out front making all this noise and rolling around in the dirt trying to attract some boyfriends. Poor girl, I gotta help her right away.

Not only do we have the little calico girl hanging around but now there is this cute little gray manx hanging out too. He is way cute and very very lovey. He is real young so he isn’t even interested in the calico girl right now but I know it won’t be long until he’s got hoes in different area codes. So I think I’m gonna get him fixed too. I kinda love him though. I don’t want another cat but what can you do when they adopt you. hmmm.. . .

To add to all my animal adventures there was a little episode with a beagle on Saturday. I went to a wedding with Lisa (that old friend I talked about a couple of posts ago) and since it was out by Michael’s parents house I wanted to take her by to see the place. On our way down the round we see this beagle meandering in our lane up ahead. We pass by him and pull over. He had a collar on but no tags.

I look over and see this guy pulling out from a driveway right by us and he has a huge dog cage in the back seat and some dogs in the car. We asked him if the beagle was his and he said no but that he saw the dog down in a little trailor park down the road. Mr. beagle really wanted us to pet him but he didn’t really seem too sure he wanted to be in Lisa’s car. He had slober allover his head to top off the weirdness which I am not portraying very well here.

So Lisa gets him in the car and we turn around to look for this trailor park that mr. strange dude with all the dogs in his little car told us about. Lisa thought maybe the guy just dumped Mr. dirty beagle and was trying to make a fast getaway. We pull into a little mobile home park and we see a kid so we ask him about the dog and he told us that the owner lived across the street, two houses down. So we are off again.

We pull up into the driveway of the house and there are cars everywhere, big bushes and we can’t even see the house. It looked kinda freaky, like we were about to be taken into some weird horror movie. We had our windows down and were saying stuff like where’s the house, I’m not sure about this. . . whish was kinda embarrassing because when I stepped out of the car a lady called out Yes? Can I help you? I’m over here in the bushes . . . I think she was picking berries or trimming her roses but either way she scared the F out of me. I asked her if she had a dog and she says yeah, I got lots of dogs So I’m like okay, do you have a beagle? Her face dropped and she said yes with a look on her face like I was about to tell her we just killed it. I opened Lisa’s door and Mr. dirty beagle jumped out. He was hers. Lisa and I saved his life, we are so awesome!

Our sweet little Princess died last night. At 22 years old she lived a very long and I must say a very happy kitty life. Though most days recently involved her begging for food and me being frustrated with her, her last day was nothing of the sort. She was sweet as could be, kept wanting to sit in my lap, and though she did beg for food it wasn’t in her usual unrelenting way. I couldn’t have had a better last day with her if I tried.

Princess was Michael’s cat, he picked her out and took her home when he was four years old. I couldn’t imagine having a cat for so long, but Michael did. Princess was very spoiled, mostly by Marlee (Michael’s mom) who let her in and out every night and made sure she was fed and all that other stuff that goes along with having a kitty.

About 4 years ago Marlee and Herm moved and they couldn’t let Princess outside anymore. Princess was miserable and so Marlee called and told us they were going to try to find her a new home. Michael immediately said that Princess could come live with us.

We already had Spunky so we had to firgure out how to introduce Princess into the house. I looked up lots of stuff online and found that Princess would have to live in the bathroom for about a week so Spunky could get used to her smell slowly.

After the week was up we opened the bathroom door, they met and from then on they tolerated each other. They never snuggled or played but the fact that they both accepted the idea of the other one was fine with us.

Through these last four years we have slowly watched Princess get older and older. Though she went senile and never knew when to stop eating we believe she was happy to the last minute. Thank you Princess for the puked up hairballs, the piss fests you had in the closet, the messes you made from digging for food in the garbage, the turdlets you left allover the house whenever we were gone, the blood curdling screams from the laundry room and most of all thank you for sticking around so long.

So weekend before last we went to Wild Waves up in Federal Way, Wa. It was perfect because that’s when it was so hot out and so we didn’t freeze while standing in line to go on the slides. It was nice and warm!

We went up there with Justin and Sabina and we camped at a place about 15 minutes away. We got there Thursday night, set up our tent and crashed. Friday morning we got up and had a nice breakfast of sausages and french toast. Then it was off the the water park. We were there from about 11:00 till 6:00 and had a straight blast. We ate lunch in the parking lot by the van since you can’t take food in. We didn’t want to spend a billion dollars on food since it’s $30 just to get into the park. Then they get you with another $12 just to park in the lot. It was worth it though, the gravel is grade A after all. (is there such a thing?)

Camping was super fun. Justin and Sabina are true little campers. We had burgers and yummy turkey sausages for dinner along with pasta salad and potato salad and these yum-tastic chips Sabina grabbed from WinCo, Maui Onion flavor. yeah so then we played some cards and a little truth or dare.

We had french toast again on Saturday morning (we all kept thinking it was Sunday since the adventure started Thursday) and then we were all packed up and ready to go by about 11. We went to Starbucks so they could get their coffe fix and I got a yummy Chai tea. Mmmmm. Sabina got some dramamine for her motion sickness and that basically put her right to sleep. It was nice to get home and know we still had one day before Michael had to go back to work.

Since it was such a hot weekend we left our air conditioner on in my sewing room with the door open and had tons, I mean tons, of food and water out for the cats. If you’ve been reading my blog for long you also know that Princess is on a little diet and I feed her mushed up wet cat food. She’s totally crazy and will eat ’till she barfs if left unsupervised. I knew that all the dry cat food plus Princess and her eating problem would mean big messes when we got home

I was right. She barfed here and there but more than that she crapped all over the house. Her craps are definitely identifiable as hers because she just can’t seem to take care of all her business in one squat. She splits it up into three little sessions (it’s really sad that I know her that well). Sometimes I am way to excited to turn to Michael and say “She’s your cat. . .”