(my new movie title should I decide to write a film)

Jonathon’s birthday had come and gone. All in all it was pretty pleasant (with the exception of him being terrorized by a giant red bird). We intially went to Red Robin, a gourmet burger joint on the West Coast, however they had the mascot making rounds. For those who aren’t aware, Jonathon is TERRIFIED of mascots although he knows they’re just people in costume. He understands it, but some how he’s still scared. Basically, it was traumatizing and we left for Applebee’s shortly after sitting down.

I had attempted to take pictures… (another however) when you’re at a table full of creative, introverted types… you get a lot of face covering and blurs from turned heads, including the birthday boy. I managed with some sneakery, to steal a couple of shots. Sadly because I had to be stealth and super fast, I wasn’t able to focus. I blame the mother. Actually I blame the mother’s mother- or the mother of the mother’s mother’s mother. Any how, someone needs to be held accountable for the shotty birthday pics!

It’s not like I own a website and would post them for all the world to see… it’s not like that all. (posted are the only ones that semi-turned out)

As he opened his last present, he smiled, “YES! I can’t wait for my 17th birthday! (then he rolled his eyes and sighed)…I know Mom… I know… I just had a birthday”

In an hour it’ll officially be Jonathon’s birthday. 16 years! Of course I plan on recording the dinner planned for him tomorrow night.

In so many ways I’m torn. He’s taught me so much about life and love and triumphs, and laughter. The boy has me constantly laughing or giving him an arched brow. He causes me to sing and dance around the apartment like an idiot… only because it annoys him. I’m torn because I feel I haven’t given him all that he deserves… poor guy only has me to look at and deal with on  a daily basis. (I’m SO sorry Jonathon).

I breathed life into him so many times that he fears the Grim Reaper is out to collect (thanks to happening across Final Destination)… and he’s breathed his own life into me so many times that I’m thankful to be alive.

Over the past 16 years I’ve seen him through 15 surgeries (I think… I’ve lost track), homelessness, various states, various jobs, he’s dealt with my multiple relationships and one marriage and remains a bright source of sunshine. And I need that sunshine in my life.

Tonight he conned me into giving him his birthday present early, “Mommmmmmmmm- I’ve waited ALL year!!! Why do you have to make me wait even longer???!?!” I told him why, and then I caved.

His love is pure, genuine and meant for me. I shouldn’t complain about anything else in this life ever, as he’s given me the greatest gift of all- true, unconditional, unbiased love that’s for me and only me- and in return I’ve given it to him ten fold.

I can’t even imagine where my life would be without him. Empty. The way he demands that I become the Buddha when traffic is driving me insane and I’m on the verge of uttering faux swear words… he is my student, teacher and my everything. I wish I could give him the world… and I’m trying.

16 years

 I love you Jonathon. Wholly, completely, unconditionally and eternally.

 :X Thank you for giving me life.

A four day weekend that felt like two. I hate that. I hate looking forward to a long weekend at the beginning of a work week, and then it’s over with in the blink of an eye without much to show for it. Thursday/Friday and Saturday felt like one day, and that leaves Sunday.

Maybe it’s because the boys birthday is Tuesday, so I’m just pushing the days aside so I can get to it. It’s going to be a small event, but it’s preferred.

I don’t want to go back to work tomorrow! I NEED FOUR MORE DAYS! I need a day that feels like three, not three days that felt like one. Where’s the life pause button? Or slow motion. 6 hours of sleep feels like 12. A good meal takes two hours of savoring and enjoying, a fun conversation is endless.

In media- I’ve no idea, I’ve remained blissfully ignorant since celebrities have knocked real stories out of the way.
In local news- a police car with sirens raced by about an hour ago. I’ve no idea what happened, nor do I care.
In global news- The world is still here… that I know of. I still have internet connection, so that’s a good sign.

What the pictures mean: The spot on the napkin- a spider ran me down and tried to kill me. Cornered in the bathroom, it rushed towards me, I screamed like a little boy and then squashed it. May the picture be a warning to all spiders who rush at me. A few hours later I was in Jonathon’s room and apparently a relative of squashed spider was seeking vengeance, instead of allowing him his revenge, I did it one better- I’ve allowed him to join his relative in the white light.

The other picture: due to a down connection, oddly I had to move my computer to the other side of the living room. It makes no technological sense, but hey, if you’ve been keeping track on my living room rearranging- this is the latest: Back to what it was mid-October.

I am saving up on getting a life, so no fret oh readers. Stick with me and you shall be amused, at some point… hopefully not from a Cabernet induced  ramble.

Good night loves and join me back in the grind stone mentality tomorrow.

Current Mood: calm

I posted this on AG and wanted to share here because… well, this is a personal blog and you’re reading it. But what if our simple demands weren’t met? What if you couldn’t know my mood, or playlist, or what kind of film I was watching? What if you didn’t have the bloggers story of going to the store to get a gallon of milk to get you through the day? What would you do with your time? What would I do with MY time? I can’t even think about it as the thought is so paralyzing.

When the writers stop writing, people rent movies or read blogs. Take away the blogs and you’ve got NOTHING (well… the movies and websites, maybe books, sporting events… friends, etc).

Enjoy (courtesy of Sidecar):

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLR4OJb5suo[/youtube]

Current Mood: awake

I brought in my lawn chair, my pillows, my coffee and my boy is merely feet away. Perfection! (Playing Kingdom Hearts II)

Current Mood: calm

Apparently the woman in the picture was NOT having a decent morning (taken outside my window when I woke up). A car was already trying to assist and a tow truck was on it’s way, otherwise I would have done more than just take a picture.

Game playing, playing around with the site and then getting the news that Sir Richard Branson and Sharad Devarajan, who run Virgin Comics have sent Jonathon a $500.00 donation for Comic Con 08 and 5 #1 issues. YAY!

So we’re doing the happy happy joy joy dance and feeling the warmth breaking through the cold day from realizing that we’re really and truly and going to make it there… and you know what they say, if you can make it there… you can make it ANYWHERE!

Another YEE and THANK YOU to all who are supporting the trip in spirit, donations and well wishes.

Now Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends is on and dinner time is nearing. It’s a wonderful and relaxing day filled with good news and knowing that some people spent it with their vehicle in a ditch- so that kind of spins any blah’s out of the equation. It can ALWAYS be worse.

No worries, apparently there was no damage to the vehicle as the tow truck guy looked at it, pulled it out and the woman drove away.

Current Mood: Amused

By Dawn Masuoka

One of the things I dislike about being single around the holidays is the long lonely evening that follows an event. Everything starts a little later for those not coupled and it ends rather early. My folks came down to visit and we went to a buffet.

A buffet place in Salem Oregon is much like going into a soup kitchen on a holiday. Not to sound snobbish, but I think I need about twelve shots as omg obviously it wasn’t bath or shower day for most of this city. (shiver) Although walking inside the restaurant felt nice initially due to the escape from the late autumn cold, all I could think about was germ manifestation in the warmth of the closed in environment.

It was too crowded, too loud and I wound up glaring at my surroundings. Jonathon shot me a look and scolded, “Behave.” Ugh. I didn’t want to. I wanted to have lived in a house with a dining room and dining room table in which eating out when a group of people come to visit isn’t required.

I behaved. The food was moderately edible (I had nacho’s and a lot of starch), the conversation was amusing- talking about my J-Pop sensation dreams that WILL happen, me wanting to move to the East Coast in which they changed that topic… and I took it back a few times… film, and of course… me being single. I told them “Do you know what it’s like to date over 30? There are REASONS these men were thrown away (no offense). I said that it wasn’t matter of finding someone, it was a matter of finding a reliable partner who had something INTERESTING to say as everyone was a copy/paste version of the last. I said it was their duty to marry me as if a woman shows she cannot find a decent partner by the age of xx then it is up to the parents to take over in the part where the child has obviously failed. I asked if there was any Hindu in our blood line and sadly I think that’s the only blood line we aren’t connected to.

My mother thought about it and as my dad said, “There’s lots of men who are interesting in Olympia!” My mother looked at him like he was an idiot, ”Interesting Arnold. They have to be interesting.” He said, “I know some… and they’re single.” My mother laughed, “WHO!?!” He answered again, “Um you don’t know them.” (obviously he was lying and trying to get me to move up there.) I whispered to my mother, “And they all hang out at the YMCA probably.” She snickered and my parents remained a little dumbfounded at the thought of an interesting man who was single, over 30, in Washington. My father had to bring up, “Well you wouldn’t have to worry about any of them cutting off your linen tags as… well… you don’t have any!! (ha ha ha) or moving around your furniture (ha ha ha)” Yeah, he threw the psycho references in a few times over the evening in which I asked him, “So on your way up, or as you sat quietly this evening, were trying to figure out opportune moments in order to throw those into the conversation? If so, it’s NOT funny” I also got to rub into my younger brothers face how we were going to Comic Con in April. (sigh) I love watching that boy stumble for words and beg and then see him drown in jealousy. He wants to send me a ton of first editions before Jonathon and I go so I can get them autographed. We’ll see little Ben… we’ll see.

Well after spending a couple of hours with them and then everyone heading their merry way back North, I came home, put Jonathon to bed and I’m watching “Hard Candy” again – but with commentary to answer some of the unanswered question that this film placed in my head. So if anyone rents it, I suggest you watch the movie, and then the commentary.

 So a holiday ends much like it began, doing a lot of nothing.

Current Mood: bored

My coffee is now cold as I haven’t drunk it yet. My friend got captured in Nevada, and being as I haven’t had my coffee yet, I hooked up a water pistol to an RC truck and tried to steer it to Nevada whilst sitting here playing the game I haven’t reviewed yet… I’m now watching the RC hitchike on the muffler of a low rider as it heads North on I5. Sorry Ben. Next time get taken hostage after I’ve had my morning brew.

I watched Hard Candy last night- pretty good film, it lacked some answers, but the writing was impressive.

…and more coffee and that’s all I need.

Current Mood: Amused

Maybe I purposely put this one in my head… It’s FUN and slightly annoying.

[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4n-PLrwvNPE[/youtube]

Current Mood: bouncey