Grrrr

I take it all back...all of it! Remember when I praised the United States Postal System? Well it's all a lie. I checked online and I checked in person and I asked random people and I got registered mail and everything and did the package arrive on time? No. It did not. 8-10 days was the promise. That was 18 days ago people...Grrrr. So now there is a box with macaroni and cheese, American baby diapers and LipSmackers floating around somewhere between The Jungle and Brazil. Will there be anyone to accept the package at the house? No. Will it be returned to me? Probably not. I hope the Portugese like A-1 sauce!!!!

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Well that was a depressing post so here's a happy P.S.
I neglected to include a picture of me IN the USC Santa hat, so here you go. These are two of my five cats and they did not want to sit for the entire picture session. This was the sixth or seventh shot we tried so if they look like they are trying to escape...they are! Mikey is in my right arm and Train Wreck in in my left.

This is me trying not to be annoyed.

Something in the water (Weird#4)

Again with the weird dreams.
Last night I was in my elementary school library. Except this was for a community college. There were lots of flyers and announcements about dances and dating games and "get toegthers." Tarzan moved the ENTIRE orchestra from the room across the hall into the librarian's office one instrument at a time - just wandered on through the library with a tuba or kettle drum... I was just watching (again - I wonder what that means?) and then there was another announcement listing the adjacent states boys were "allowed" to take girls homes to. Montana, Michigan, Illinois and Larger Turtle something. Strange. So strange.

This is me, strange.

Picture This (#2) - Anniversary #6

At long last - the pictures from the trip we took last month for our sixth anniversary are posted! (Most people would go on a trip for the 5th or 10th but last year Tarzan's bachelor uncle got married and it was a HUGE event! Relatives we hadn't even met before came out for this thing.) But that was last year and this was this year. So we flew to Swampland and picked out our rental car:

Say what you will about the PT Cruiser this was the first convertible we had driven more than once and it was glorious! We spent two days in one city playing around at the Flamingo Gardens (I forgot the camera - duh) and sleeping a lot ;) Then we caught the Carnival Cruise Ship: Fascination:

From the Port we sailed to Tiny Island, Swampland (not that long of a trip true, but not a place we were likely to drive too - have you seen those causeways?) No, that is not my photo. Fooled you huh? Those boat people take a lot of pictures though - every time we left the cabin there were flashes going off. This was as we disembarked the first day:

This is Tarzan in the Blond Giraffe where we ordered fresh key lime pie and ice cream. Mmm, yummy!:We also took a glass bottomed boat tour - me on the way out into the Gulf:

Us on the way back in - tres windblown:Then it was all aboard for Playa del Carmen, Mexico:There were many options for shore excursions, but we chose to tour the Mayan ruins of Tulum. On our way to the gate of the city we saw these guys climbing up a pole. Apparently they sit up there until their compatriot on the ground collects enough money and then they jump off. It's like spiral bungee jumping. They didn't jump while we were watching though: Once inside, there were iguanas everywhere and they were huge!:This is the main temple - at the solstices the sun comes through the opening in the building in the rear and shines directly in the "back door" of the temple - special times for sacrifices and all that:Tulum is special in that it is the only Mayan city built on the ocean. The threat of hurricanes kept all the others inland. It made Tulum one of the easiest cities to defend and is partially why it's in such good condition still. This is us standing in the Atlantic Ocean. (We haven't mastered the art of self photography obvi.) : A really nice French family were visiting also and in exchange for us taking a picture of them together the dad took one of us:Then it was on board for the cruise back to Swampland. So relaxing....I could get very used to having someone make up my room twice a day. When we go to breakfast they make up the bed and when we went to dinner they'd turn down the covers, give us chocolates and make towel animals. It seems we were greatly amused by the towel animals as there are as many pictures of them as there are of us. I give you Tarzan:This is probably the best picture of me from the whole trip (I am NOT photogenic as you can tell from all the other pictures) after laying out by the pool all day: And Tarzan again before we go to the Captain's cocktail party:More flash-flash, this is one of the seven (yes 7!) they took in a single night:

Back on shore we stayed one night in another city, saw the Arabian Nights show - cheesey story line but it was all about the horses anyway and they were very pretty. Again with the cameras:This is the best picture of the arena, and the animal handlers were really impressive:We had a really good time! Despite teasing beforehand the office only called once. The Mayan ruins were awesome, I have like 50 pictures from all angles that I didn't post here, and I can now say I've been out of the country!

This is me and Tarzan crusin'.

Weekend update

So you see, all the worry was for nothing. Except...that if I hadn't obsessed and worried maybe the Christmas party wouldn't have been so good...perhaps my neurosises (what is the plural of neurosis?) are all for a purpose in the end. As you may have guessed, the church party was a success. Plenty of food (thank you!), people came (also very necessary), no one got bored, the teenagers were great in their Nativity performance, the younger kids behaved. (I've noticed that it isn't usually the child that is the 'problem'.) and there were some faboo creations at the gingerbread house table. So glad it's over though... and then on Sunday they called someone else to be the Activities Chairperson. That was a welcome surprise.
Now all that's left to do (other than finishing personal shopping and cards and baking and all that) is the program next Sunday on Christmas Eve and then a week off! Yay! Rocketgirl comes in on Friday! Double yay!!
My sister and her husband arrived from London Friday night and we delivered them to The Desert where my parents were deliriously happy to see them. M2's so cute at 6 months pregnant with her little basketball tummy. Awww. I am so going to blow up like a balloon when/if it's my turn.

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Confession time: I am ashamed to say that I watched Mean Girls on TV a couple of weeks ago. (I know, I know, I'm sorry - I came in the middle and by the time I figured out what it was it was too late...) I admit to it only because early Sunday morning I had a dream in which my imagination was making up completely new scenes for the movie. Same cast and scenes...and I wasn't even in the dream, it's like I was watching the 'director's cut' or something. Totally weird. These dreams will be a supplemental volume to the thesis book my brother-in-law PIT (Psycholigist In Training) will be writing, "My Wife's Psycho Family."

This is me finally able to look forward to Christmas.

Food for later thought

Maybe I am really nice...
The phone rang last night and, as to be expected, it was a telemarketer trying to get me to accept another credit card. (I already have two from your company people, what is the deal?) Rather than interrupt and/or hang up on her I listened to the whole spiel and then tried to explain; I already have two cards from your company and I don't use credit cards much anyway, just to keep my credit score active and yes, I have been satisfied with the company and no I really don't care how low the interest rate is, it can't be lower than nothing and finally she hung up on me. Now, when Tarzan answers the phone 1 of 2 things happens. Either he interrupts them with "no, thank you" and hangs up, OR, if he's in a particularly good mood, he sings to them. Seriously; show tunes, or Christmas carols, (which is more peculiar, in, say...April than right now) or hymns. Whatever comes into his head. I always feel bad for the people calling when he answers the phone, and it's worse when they're probably calling from India or something and don't even know what "Mem-ries, all alone in the moonlight..." even means.
And with the homeless people Tarzan says "no" and carries on. I feel like I ought to have a story so it makes sense why I can't help them. I don't carry cash anymore so that I can legitimately say I don't have any.
Maybe it's just a guilt complex...

This is me wondering

Jungle Living - Part 2

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I totally forgot to post two other celebrity encounters! (Thanks for reminding me Rocketgirl!) These are like 8a and 8b because they come before the Cillian Murphy encounter but after Christie Brinkley...

• 8a. I was called for jury duty the first December Tarzan and I were married. I had never been called before and since my boss was paying for ten days I was not as stressed as most other people in the jury selection room. (Nice boss BTW, I didn't appreciate how rare he was at the time; no other employer I have ever had has paid for jury duty.) So I got to talking to this really nice old(er) guy next to me. (Old guys like me, I have a few theories about why, but that's for another day.) He sounded really familiar but I couldn't place him until he told me he was a radio DJ. He was Johnny Hayes! From the oldies station KRTH 101 which I loved. So we fulfilled our jury duty together. It was so much fun. He had a million stories about famous music artists he had interviewed and hung out with. He bought me lunch and then kissed me goodbye at the end of the day. (On the top of my head but still...)
• 8b. Same day both Johnny and I were called as part of a panel. Up the elevator and into the courtroom, and who should be presiding but Judge Lance Ito of O.J. Simpson trial fame! It was going to be a long case so we had to tell Judge Ito our name, our juror number and how many days our employer was paying for. Johnny and I only had ten days so Judge Ito thanked and excused us.

This is me loving The Jungle

Jungle Living

There's this preconception that people who live in The Jungle must run into movie stars all the time. I didn't believe it until yesterday when I met Dustin Hoffman (funny story - I'll tell all in a bit) and my sister started tallying up all the celebrities that I've met/seen in my eleven (11...wow) years in The Jungle:

1. Saw Jerry Seinfeld across the aisle when eating at Jerry's Famous Deli (that's ironic what?)
2. Crossed paths with Mayim Bialik (of Blossom) - she was coming in and we were going out - at The Stinking Rose (too bad it wasn't Joey Lawrence too! :D)
3. At a benefit for Tarzan's aunt (who was a Rockette and played in the all-girl band from Some Like It Hot) Tarzan nearly fainted when he stepped up to the bar next to Patrick Stewart.
4. At the same benefit Gregory Peck spoke and we almost got to touch his sleeve as the famous aunt sat at his table.
5. Bill Cosby spoke at commencement the year before Tarzan graduated and we were inside the library right behind him the whole time.
6. Rosa Parks spoke the year Tarzan graduated.
7. The year I graduated Michael Eisner spoke at commencement, Frank O. Gehry spoke at the architecture satellite ceremony and also awarded the diplomas. I have my picture with him.
8. We passed Christie Brinkely in first class when we left for our honeymoon in Hawaii.
9. Tarzan almost stepped on Cillian Murphy at the Arclight Theater in Hollywood.
10. Okay, funny story time: My boss and I had a client meeting in The Upper Jungle at The Coral Tree Cafe. Dustin Hoffman was sitting down the bench from us with an associate. When he got up to get his valet ticket validated (even stars get their tickets valdiated!) he passed our table. On his way back he stopped and offered John (my boss) his hand and said "Richard Meier, right?" (like it was a joke) "Funny that I should remember you but you not remember me..." He gave a general nod at the client and I; John laughed, said "How are you Dustin?", shook his hand and then Dustin went on his way. The client turned to John and asked how he knew Dustin Hoffman. John answered "I don't." Hahahahahaha!! This is even more funny because my boss does NOT like Richard Meier's work at all.

This is me star struck.

Coolness To The Nth Degree

I feel a little guilty whining so much about what *I* have to do. Other people have more stuff to do than me. It's not as if I design my own Christmas cards or anything like RHM. (Who also sent me this fun exercise to try out.)

Hmm, don't know about the niceness factor there. Am I really nice? Food for later thoughts.
But I digress...

Tarzan is just as busy as I - busier even because he cares more than I do about all the hats he wears - yet he always has time to kiss me and rub my feet. When I came home last night I saw Tarzan had bought a wreath for the front door before he blew back out to go to Boy Scouts. (He's a Scout Master.) And he traded cars with me today so he could get the little red light on my dashboard fixed even though it means he has to take the bus home tonight. In the dark. In the heart of The Jungle.
And then I found out that my super talented rock star sister-in-law (talk about busy people, she has a new baby and lives in Brazil!) has volunteered to play Mannheim Steamroller's Silent Night in our Christmas Eve church program. How cool is she? I LOVE Mannheim Steamroller first of all and second of all she rocks out on the violin! This will be the coolest program ever! Tarzan's brother is going to solo too and his mom wants to do Carol of the Bells. (The whole family's freakishly talented in the music department. Why they associate with me I do not know.)

This is me proud of my super cool relatives.

20 days and counting

It's officially the Christmas season, and the mayhem has begun. The USC Santa Hat is on baby!
I was gonna be SO prepared this year. My sister and I started gathering lists and looking for presents in OCTOBER. I do have a few gifts already (though 4 of 20 is a lousy percentage) but there's all the other stuff to do too. My fridge is covered in lists of people to call, things to buy, make and do before the month is out. Here's a sampling:
As the activities chairperson at church I'm in charge of the Christmas party and I just realized that I haven't made the sign up sheets for the pot-luck dinner yet. There's two weeks (mostly) before the party there's only one more Sunday. People like to be eased into volunteering. I hope we have enough food. (Don't get me started on another of my rants; people who come to a pot-luck dinner and don't bring anything. What gives you the right to eat like a hog if you come empty handed? But I digress...) Beyond the food, there are the costumes to arrange for the group performing the nativity, collecting the music and words for the carolling, getting someone to play for the carolling, and getting the timing right for Santa Claus... Did I mention that this party is on the SAME day - at nearly the same time - as the wedding for a friend of mine? Yeah. How does one choose between events like that? And this is just one day of the month.
Next Saturday I have three (3!!) parties to attend. First I herd the kids into decorating the tree at church (because they just made me Primary President!!! That's the director type person over the children younger than 12), then it's on to lunch with the grown ups and lastly Tarzan's cousin has a performance that night. (When can a girl shop?)
There's the special program on Christmas Eve at church. Yes I also lead the music in sacrament meeting. (One would think I was musically talented from all the time I spend with songs and lyrics and pianists.) Solos and guest artists and speakers to line up.
Aaaaaand there's family stuff. I have GOT to mail my cards. Local cards shouldn't take too long but the ones to England and Canada and Brazil? I don't think I thank the United States Postal Service as often as I should. Thank you USPS!!
It's a pity that I spend so many of the daylight hours inside. Businesses other than retail should be closed after Thanksgiving. Who actually works during December? We pretend to in my office, but there's the holiday lunches for each of the clients and trading cards and bottles of wine (oooh goodie (sarcasm there)) back and forth. Nearly everyone takes days off and/or leaves early for "Christmas Shopping." I know I spend most of my time thinking/planning/dreaming of all the stuff to do after 5:30.
Yet...despite all the craziness, I loooove Christmas. If it all comes off and I don't mess up somewhere (please let there be enough food!) I have no regrets about the whole thing.

This is me getting merry!

Picture This (#1) - Introducing Us!

Because I want to be cool like Rocketgirl and post pictures and link stuff and when the pictures come back from our cruise I don't want to look like a total maroon! (You may have seen these previously on the Family website but that was theirs and this is mine.)
This is Tarzan's aunt, him and his mom circa 1993:

That's me a little later, but the picture's cute. :)

All fancy schmancy, ready to party like it's 1999!

Then we got married...And that's about a year or so ago.

Now you know everything there is to know about us.

This is me (and Tarzan) saying cheese.

Oh Susanna! (Weird#3)

So there I was, in a big white room with all these holes in the walls. I gathered that I was supposed to design the windows to go in these holes. I also gathered that the room I was in was inside another room. There were lots of wooden desks inside this room. We were having a meeting and then the meeting proceeded to move outside and up what looked like an emergency slide from an airplane. While standing on this slide, which was sitting on a stage, we were "scanned" somehow - to get the sonogram of each of our babies. (This included the GUYS who were standing behind me.) When we got off the slide it spit out what looked like construction documents but was actually the run down on the baby. Our names and information about the baby was on the cover. I was having a girl apparently as was the guy who had stood behind me for the scan. Flipping through the drawings I saw several hand sketches of girls in gardens and under trees, but I never saw the sonogram. Then it was our turn to sing on the stage and we were teaching the audience "Oh Susanna" but they kept getting stuck on the "banjo on my knee part" which we had to sing over and over and over. Finally it was my turn to lead the audience in their part and the alarm clock woke me up.

This is me dreaming.

Other People's Kids

Either the world has changed a lot in the last few years or I am a serious "old fogey" already.
Last night was Pack Meeting for the church cub scout pack. While I don't have any boys, any kids at all, I don't mind helping out with the children's activities (prefer it frankly to the adults sometimes) so when they asked me to be on the planning committee I said "sure." November was my month to bring refreshments so I picked Oreos and milk. Partially healthy, popular and Oreos ARE "Milk's favorite cookie." Knowing boys to be boys and - hoping that I had bought enough cookies - I made the stipulation that they could have 2 or 3 cookies, they had to serve their parents first and after everyone has had some they could come back for seconds.
It did not go down like that. First there was a mad rush to the table, like we're gonna run out of milk or something, then they grab handfuls of cookies, 6, 8, 10 at a time, dart away, stuff their faces and then rush back to shove little kids out of the way and want more. When I said no they got all snotty saying they're "starving" and need some more, or they lied and said they only had one the first time. Because they figure I'm stupid and don't recognize their little chocolate covered face? Or can't see three feet away where they're wolfing down two at a time?
I was not a perfect kid, my siblings were not perfect kids, Tarzan and his siblings were not perfect kids, but good golly people! We didn't behave like that. If I was told I could have three cookies then I took three cookies. Especially if there was a "grown-up" standing over me watching to see what I did. If I was told to do something then I did it, even if I thought it was cheesy. ("Serve your mom first")
And we NEVER lied. Lying was the worst thing we could do in our house. My mom used to say that being trusted was more important than being loved. (I didn't understand that until I was much older.) Lying was the only spanking offense in Tarzan's family. What is wrong with today's youth? And these are supposedly the "best" kids because they come to a church Cub Scout Pack, and don't have tattoos. They're 10! Is it because mom and dad aren't "allowed" to spank them anymore, or is it too much television? (Tarzan once played Nintendo for 2 days straight and he's a good guy, respects his elders, polite, honest, Eagle Scout...) Where are the parents when this kid is scarfing down cookies so fast he chokes? They show up pretty fast if I try to discipline one of the little monsters - just see how fast they move if I tell a kid to sit down and stop talking, or heaven forbid, hold his arm!
Maybe I'm intolerant, maybe I'm mean, maybe I am an "old fogey" already but I can't stand other people's kids. (This was not the first incident I've been witness to.) And while this makes some people not want to have children at all, this makes me want to have a lot so that there will be a few decent adults in 20 years.

This is me annoyed with other people's kids.

Musings

Dum dee dum dum dum, I feel like I should post something but I don't really have enough for a single strand entry...
There's football - go Chargers! not sure how or why I chose to root for San Diego over any other team (especially as there aren't any former USC Trojans on the roster), but I did and do and now LT is taking off and that's pretty cool - and of course there's USC football (Fight On!!) and really people, I can be happy for a team that isn't my own especially when they are in the Pacific 10 Conference which doesn't get a lot of respect from the rest of the country, so why can't others be happy for the University of Southern California? I mean there are rivalries and then there are just mean fans - this is why I like my big screen TV at home so I don't have to listen to the cursing and the random insults at people who aren't even involved and can't possibly make a difference to the outcome of the game anyway. Okay, even if you aren't HAPPY at least don't sound so stupid when you insult the team; it'll be our third time in the National Championship game in the past three years and if we win it then it'll be our third National Championship title in the past four years, that's got to be a little cool even if you are a UCBerkley fan...

There's my family - I talked to my sister who lives in England yesterday for more than an hour and wished that she lived closer because I miss her and even though she's gonna be here at Christmas it's not enough (she's having a baby in March and I want to be able to go over and see her almost every day)...

and there's Tarzan's family - I want to have girl talk with Tarzan's sister who lives in Brazil who I ALSO wish lived closer, who will ALSO be here at Christmas but ALSO not for long enough - why do all the cool people live so far away? - and I want to see her baby who was born in October...

There's the fact that I'm back at work which is not horrible, there are fewer 'fires' to put out than I had expected but I feel like there's a dagger hanging over my head that's going to drop at any moment - and the thing I miss most from being in school (and hate the most about working) is the three weeks of vacation we got at Christmas time - I think I'm just antsy about having to sit in a seat right now...

There's the Christmas season which I have SO much to do for and I LOOOOOVE to do it but I want to go out and spend three or four days just getting in the mood instead of dribbles here and there which make the time go so fast and I'm always rushing at the end which I hate to do...

There's the weather in The Jungle - oh I love a rainy night, yes I dooooo (that's for you RS) - that was pouring rain this morning but is so clear and sunny and beautiful right now...

and there's the two minor secrets that I can NOT divulge as of yet but I can't stop thinking about because I'm excited (stop thinking babies that's not either one of them)...

but then there IS the baby issue which I sure don't want to go near right now (because I do want babies, lots of them, but it's just not happening yet and I don't want to be a whiner but it makes me sad and jealous sometimes but I don't want to be jealous and I don't want other people to pity me and gah! that's why I am not going there right now)...

There's the way I totally sound like I'm four right now and can't stop whining, gah! so...

There's Tarzan, who is super and I love him and I love when he gets all mushy and sweet on me 'cuz he makes me feel better about myself and about all the stuff that I can't control...

This is me and my random thoughts of the day.

Thanksgiving 2006

We just finished watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade and it was good. There's something about this day leading into the holiday season that seems right...it's a good day, so warm and fuzzy feelings loaded. It kicks off all the celebrations and cheery family traditions and I like traditions.

A Thanksgiving tradition in Tarzan's family involves each person at the table saying one thing they are thankful for for for each of the three kernels of corn at their place. We aren't with his family this year (holiday sharing amongst the in-laws and all) but I would like to post my three kernels here:

1. I am thankful for Tarzan and the easy comfortable relationship that we have. While we have our share of spicy and heated moments we are at ease together, never dishonest or putting on airs for the other - we are the best of friends.
2. I am thankful for my job - though I grouch and complain about it most of the time - I'm thankful that I work in an office that designs good projects and that they trust me to manage so many at one time.
3. I am thankful that I live in The Jungle. People make fun because we have the potential for disasters on a regular basis and someone is always predicting "the big one" (that will give The Real Desert beachfront property) I have lived here for 12 years and if you are prepared and know what to do it's not a big deal really. I love The Jungle, always have: the weather, the culture, the possibilities, the environment, the life!

This is me wishing you a very very VERY

HAPPY

THANKSGIVING!!

Psychologist's Dream (Weird#2)

I hadn't intended for this to be a blog about my dreams...perhaps I'm subconsciously hoping there's a psychologist out there with nothing to do other than search the Internet for crazy chicks and their strange dreams. Over here sir/madam, over here!!!

So there I was last night, or early this morning, dreaming weird stuff again:
**It's like I WAS Paul Rieser (from "Mad About You" which I haven't watched in years) though I was a designer of sorts instead of a filmmaker. Jamie (Helen Hunt's character on the same show) wanted to move to Greece (that's not so weird as I was looking at a calendar of Greece at the mall last night AND that's where I want to retire in 30 years) so we packed up all our stuff and moved to Greece. After a relatively short while, she decides she doesn't like it there and wants to come back to the States. She packs up her stuff and I stay in Greece and build a very successful practice (as evidenced by all the landscaped building models on my wall) After a number of years pass Jamie decides to move back to Greece so we move her stuff back in. There's lots of travelling in an elevator with all this moving around. After living together in Greece for a while (by "a while" I think I mean a couple of years...) we both decide to go back to the States, so we pack up all our stuff AGAIN. The final "scene" is like the closing credits of a movie or TV show because there are a few models still on the wall (apparently I don't go anywhere other than this one room) as we walk out and turn off the light. And then I woke up.**

This is me and my overactive subconscious mind.

What better day? (Weird#1)

I've heard it said that Monday is the day most diets start - why not a blog? There's nothing monumental about today - just a November Monday in The Jungle. It's 90 degrees outside (take that Frozen North) 11% humidity (take that Swampland) and Thanksgiving is in three days. Love the Thanksgiving. Less shove-it-down-my-throat-you-must-buy-our-product-or-you-are-a-horrible-person-ing than Christmas, (which I also love but for other reasons) plus it's a four day weekend and there's lots of family around.

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Ooh. Had a cah-razy dream last night:
(Not that I don't have them all the time but I don't usually remember them as vividly.)
**I was at an indoor swimming pool watching somebody's swim meet. I don't know him in real life but I did in my dream. Then I was going home (to no home I have ever known, or even visited ever in my life) and someone had broken in to the house, so (being stupid in my dream) I went inside, locked all the doors and called 911. While on the phone three people showed up and said they were police but the badges they showed me looked like prizes from a cereal box and they were carrying axes so I wouldn't let them in. The lead guy (who looked like John Goodman) started breaking down the door so I called 911 again and ran out into the yard on the other side of the house. The chick chased me, she had a knife, but I grabbed my own ax from the hedge that was growing next to the path. We fought briefly and then I was back at the house and a real policeman were there (who ALSO looked like John Goodman) and then my husband (let's call him Tarzan) came home and we hugged and then I woke up.**
Weird stuff yes? Occasionally I catch this "interpret my dream" show on the radio and callers always have such simple stuff to report. "My dog looked like my dad and he barked Ok, Ok," "Grandma was flying over my house." Whatever peeps. You want a weird dream, look me up.

Sssssh, this is me tiptoeing quietly into the cyber world. Let's see if anyone notices I'm here...