it begins....

word has it the mountain got 5 inches of snow today

:-)

its only a matter of time

now before jenny and i get up there.

the snow

is the only real way for us

to get away from the

world

we know and be

carefree.

needless to say....

we're excited

~~*TGIF*~~

YAY ME!!!

Guess What, Ya'll?

I Made It Another Week!! Hooray!!

I Have 3 Hours And 20 Minutes Before I Get To Go Home And Begin My Weekend. I Want A Quiet Weekend Where I Can Lay In Jammies With

Konnor And Eddie

And Just Watch Movies.

PFFT!!!

GET A GRIP CHICK!!!

Konnor Lay In Bed And Watch Movies?!?!?!

I Must Be On Crack.

Ha Ha

Okay, Well Let's Go Ahead And Say That I Will Be Lazy In My Jammies All Weekend.

Plus The DUCKS Are Playing This Weekend.

I Am Watching That Game.

For Sure.

. . .On Another Note. . .

The Rain Started Last Night, Meaning The Next 9 Months Of My Life

Will Be Spent Constantly Carrying A Rain Jacket, Gloves And Scarf Around.

I Don't Even Bother With Umbrellas Anymore.

Those Things Are Over-Rated.

Especially When It Gets Super Windy.

I Am, However, Super Excited Because I Bought Some **new** Beanies For This Dreaded Occasion.

Back To The Slave Train. Hip Hip HOORAY!!

:-(

*!* I REMEMBER *!*

You should check out the Alex & Jenny
blog for our wacky crazii adventures.

I have decided that it is

in my best interest to not

fill my blog

with all of our crazii times,

past and present.

so here is the link:

http://alexnjenny.blogspot.com/

love it.

ONE MORE DAY...

It's almost Friday... It seems like forever since i had the run-in with the fraud issue.. Life is calming and i am beginning to be at peace with the world once again.. :) what a relief..

New in my life today.. Jenny is going out of town for an entire week!! :( She's going to Virginia to visit family she hasn't seen in years.. I'm gonna miss her terribly.. but when she comes back, we are gonna have a day.. YAY US!!! we need one. i think her konnor and i are going to go to the beach.
Now i know what you're thinking.. its OCTOBER, you live in OREGON!!!! why on earth would you go to the BEACH????!!!! Well, probably because its me.. and its jenny.. and i know i haven't been blogging long, but we are that duo that should probably have our own version of Jackass.. you know, female style..

Any-who-ha... im very tired today. 7-4 shift.. ugh.. break in 18 minutes.. and i cant bring myself to hit the button that will let a call come through on my phone..

what really stinks is that there was something rather important that i felt was in need of sharing.. and then i went on about me and jenny and our day, and lost track of what i was going to really say..

hmmmm, well have a great weekend everyone!!!

FOR THE LOVE OF PITBULLS!!!!!

Disclaimer:

if you leave negative comments in regards to pitbulls,

i will not retaliate.

i will simply delete your comment and move on with my life.

i dont need people like you to bring me down.

this post is not to start a riot on my blog.

I JUST WANT THE RECORD TO BE KNOWN:

Due to the recent incidents in which Pitbulls

are being victimized by their owners, i have decided

to speak out in the name of my favorite breed!!!

These dogs are not to be feared. they are gentle dogs who just owners who love them, not owners who want them to fight to the death. Gambling with the intention of harming a living creature is wrong in every aspect that i can think of. Now comes the talk of banning the pit bull, and i am OUTRAGED!!!!

Konnor, who is 18 months old, has almost grown up with a pit bull. Jenny, my son's godmother, bought a pit bull when i was about 4 months pregnant. This dog had never been around children, much less an infant, when my son was born. When we start bringing Konnor around the pit bull, Lucy automatically took to him. Now, over a year later, Lucy lets my son lay on her, sit on her, and even pull on her ears and tail. I think at one time, Konnor actually bit Lucy. And what does Lucy do? What do you think any dog, especially a pit bull, would do under these circumstances? Why, she gives him kisses. All the time. She will start licking him all over. And in response, my son will give her kisses back. As disgusting as this may seem, he will even open his mouth and stick out his tounge as if he were giving her puppy kisses back.

Pit bulls are much like humans. They aim to please and love the owners who they think love them back. So if all their lives their owners are making them fight and be mean, eventually they are going to think thats what right. In their mind, fighting and violence is making their owners happy, so why wouldn't they do it??? It pains my heart and makes me sick that there are people that manipulate these dogs in thinking that it's right..

Go to a website that offers stories on pit bull rescues and how they react to seeing a human come to save them from the hell that they know. 9 times out of 10, you read about a very happy-looking dog. why??? because they know..... know that they are being saved from the life of misery, fights, and hate. finally, they can be helped, and loved. the only reason a lot of the rescued pit bulls are put down is because the humane societies and rescue shelters have no room for them, and because the media makes people afraid to own one of these dogs. they can be helped. they can be rehabilitated. but no one is willing to try.

'the source said he consented to our interview to change people's perceptions
about dogfighting b/cuz they have "the wrong idea" about it and should see "just
one" match for themselves before judging it. "they'll let this other thing go --
what is it called? UFC [ultimate fighting championship]?" he asked. "That
is every bit as bad -- you know, that's terrible. But then you have
thousands of people that cheer, rah, rah, and they really love that.
You see guys get their heads busted, you know, and they get their arms messed
up, their legs twisted almost off. But then they fuss over this here, is
wrong.' (http://sports.espn.go.com/)

The source mentioned above was an eye witness to a dogfight in 2001, where one of Michael Vick's losing dogs was the main attraction. The source is also a fellow dogfighter. This man should have been arrested on the spot, and thrown into a hole so dark, deep, and cold with no food, no water, no love, and no mercy. Then maybe he would under that this is NOTHING like the UFC.

IF dog fighting WAS like the UFC, then the dog would grow up a normal dog. He or she would live a normal life, and when the time was right, would go to their owner and tell them they wanted to go out for fighting. Or, realistically speaking, would start acting more aggresive to other dogs. Basically, it would be THEIR choice!!!!! In our society, these dogs are FORCED to fight. They are TRAINED to fight!! If you think dogfighting and UFC are alike, you need a bracing reality check.

As they have said time and time again and as i will continue to say:

~~PUNISH THE DEED,

NOT THE BREED!!!!~~

have you ever...

1. felt so empty and alone even though you have LOTS of people around you who care deeply about you?


2. felt like you were screaming in the middle of a crowded room and nobody can hear you, much less see the tears streaming down your face?


3. cried so long and so hard that you continued to cry but the tears stopped flowing?


4. felt as if you were being ripped limb from limp because of the emotional agony tearing through your veins?


5. felt so tiny compared to the world and those around you, but so badly wanted to make a BIG difference?

have you ever..........

the last thing i want is for this to raise red flags and people think that i am depressed. TRUST ME!!! been there, done that. scooped myself outta that phase real quick.. i dont sleep too much, i dont have suicidal thoughts, and i surely do not wish harm upon anyone else.. i am just a girl who thinks too much, and wishes she could spend more time with her family and less at work..

i think i'll leave this post as is...

WORK SUCKS!!!!

and boy do i mean that in the most nicest politest way i can. okay i lie. but here is what i hate about work...............

• the politics
• the rules that apply to some but not all
• the customers (most anyways)
• the fact that i sit on my ass, getting fat, for 8 hours a day
• NOT BEING ABLE TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH KONNOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

now i DO get paid $15.52 an hour and pay for none of my benefits. but darn it, i hate this place. aggggggggggggggggggggh!!! and the day is going by soooooooooo freaking slow.. please, just kill me now.

a little something i wrote

i am scrapbooking in honor of my son. i am super far behind, but have decided that on one page, i am going to put a super cute pic of the two of us, and write a poem. i got the inspiration for this poem last night.. anyways, here it is...

The moment I saw you

I looked into your eyes

I was so overwhelmed

I started to cry.

Your nose was so perfect

Your eyes round and blue

From head to your toes

I fell in love with you.

You cried all the first night

I couldn't get you calm

I wasn't sure if i was

cut out to be your mom.

We formed a special bond

As the days went by

Now you're growing so fast

time just seems to fly.

And it breaks my heart

As I watch you grow

Because I know one day

I'll have to let my baby go.

I'll preserve our memories

In my heart forever

I won't forget them

Not now, not EVER!!

things have settled..

i got my bank account switched around, closed, and a new one open.. i have a new sim card so my phone works.. YAY!! im really relieved.. much less stressed..



now i can move onto things that were important prior to all the crap that happened in the last 7 days of my life.. and one of those things that have sprouted up again is PHOTOGRAPHY.. why, you ask? well ask away and i shall tell.

Jenny and i seem to find that there are certain things in our lives that put us at peace, and calm our nerves after a day.. and the main thing is photography. we both have older style cameras, and enjoy very much to take pictures using manual cameras. so anyways, since we both no longer have digital cameras (mine was stolen and hers broken) the only way to capture our kodak moments are with these older cameras.. i have a pentax k1000 that i am absolutely in LOVE with!! :) and she has an older canon.

So anyways, we have decided that it is in our best interest to start taking more pictures with these cameras, seeing as neither one of us can afford to buy new digital ones. so i have been slaving away online looking up exercises similar to what i did in high school in my photography class. we realize this is our best chance at actually getting better. now we are both experienced photographers, although only in an amateur sort of way. but there is hope. we both have an eye for capturing breath-taking photos, whether that be people or nature.

then we decided, well if we are going to do all this photo-taking and experimenting with these cameras, we should probably develop our own film. not print (yet) cuz its much too expensive. but we can save quite a bit of money by developing the film into the negatives and then taking what negatives we want printed into a store. i mean, we could have an entire roll of film that doesn't turn out, and we spend like $8-$12 getting pretty much NOTHING developed. i figure with what we save there, we can fund the chemicals and equipment needed to do this. and, maybe, eventually, we could start printing our own pics.

Making the darkroom, however, will prove to be our challenge. i mean i have a pretty big garage that we could take part of it and make the room. the only problem with that is all the crap in the garage. my grandma's crap. now she has her own garage, but still, there sits all of HER stuff in OUR garage. i wont even get started on that. lol.

as you can tell, i am in better spirits about this whole thing. things are calming and i am getting ready for a nice quiet weekend. maybe a couple drinks and some park time with konnor. :) i love that little munchkin

my amazing son

this is Konnor. my sweet little munchkin.

isnt it amazing how one child, one simple part of life, can just change everything? every day that i have gone home this week i have been so upset about the break in, the run arounds with WAMU, and work, I have walked into my front door, seen Konnor get a big smile on his face, and all my worries disappear. How can anyone NOT love the way a child makes you feel? so innocent, so unaware of the world. so naive.

now, minus the beer can (no he wasn't drinking. hehe) this is such a cute picture. he doesn't care that he is being covered in muddy sandy mess. he just cares that it feels funny, and he can pick it up, throw it, and squish it between his little toes. :-) not a care in the world how dirty he is. why? because no one has put it into his head that its yucky.

anyways, the point i am making here is that my son, so young and happy, is refreshing for me. it brings my stress to a non-existent level (at least temporarily). he ALWAYS wants to play with mommy. and i love him more than everything put in this world together. i can't wait for 6pm to go home and see his smiling face. cuz its been another super stressful day and quite frankly, i dont know if im going to make it.

another grand thing happening this evening is a little drinky drinky time with my partner in crime (almost literally). jenny. i think tonight's theme is going to be punk rock emo psychos. the "im gonna kill someone" sorta thing. haha. we are great together. she had a rough week too. more or less a rough day i guess. :-\

tiny bit of good news

and i mean tiny....

last night, 1130, i get a call from my mom saying i need to come home. ugh i thought as i drug myself out of a warm cozy bed and put my clothes on. i drive 5 minutes to my house and she says:


"someone called. they have your phone"

haha, what a mean joke to play. then she tells me the story:

Someone called the home phone (which i have programmed into my phone as "home") and said that they bought my phone. So automatically my mom called the police to have them come over and go with us to get it. B/cuz, amazingly, this person wanted to return it. so my mom, cuz she is smart, called 911, ran down the situation, and they sent someone out. so while we are waiting for this police officer, the guy calls back and say she is leaving where he is at and makes a new meeting spot. my mom tells him she is just waiting for her daughter to get home to watch her son. the guy is suprisingly okay with this.

anywho, to make a long story short, the cop went to where the guy was waiting and got my phone for me. :) this guy bought it from a tweaker for $25!!! and this guy's dad is an ex cop. haha. must have felt bad for buying stolen property. i have to buy a new sim card for $20, but on the bright side, i dont have to buy a new phone!!

seriously, what are the freaking chances of any of that happening???? too bad i can't get the memory card from my camera back. ugh. i miss my camera.

update. . . .

last night i got home and called the police. filed my report with all the things those meth-addicted jerks stole. (im sorry but thats a generalization, but lets face it, the fact of the matter is that those type of ppl almost always do this). anyways, the police took the report but didn't care that they used my cell phone and i had the numbers. nor did they care that they left their screwdriver in my car. ugh! i understand the portland police have thousands of stolen identity cases, but im special, DAMN IT!! im not really, but like to think i am anyways. :) but whatever, im over that.

so i got to work this morning and hopped online. 7am. got on wamu.com. my acct is overdrawn over a hundred dollars, with a hundred more pending. great! look up the account and what do ya know, the thieves cashed a check for $130.00. gee i thought the checks were suspended. so i get on the phone with wamu (someone who is in the USA as far as i can tell). and he throws me over to the fraud team. The lady i spoke with was so nice and went through and filed my claim. gave me a # and told me fees would be reversed and the $130 put back into my account within 24 hours. yippy. except i have no debit card to pull money, and i have no license to go to the bank and get money. so here i have money, with no way to get it!!! ugh, my tank is getting down to E and i have nothing!!

well guess what. now i have to call the credit bureau people and report all this. i get to call the social security office. i get to call DMV today. and then i get to call the police and let them know that they stole my freaking money!! im screwed. chances are i had my social security card in my car (like an idiot, i know). but you always think, "nah, it wont happen to me."

boy was i wrong!!!

my drug addiction

i dont know waht is better than blogging, really. there's nothing like taking the time to write down what i do not wish to say. its like breathing a super huge long sigh of relief when i start typing. :-)

scrapbooking. honestly and truly scrapbooking is better than blogging. its much much much much more expensive than blogging, but truly being creative makes me happier than screaming in writing. haha. blogging and scrapbooking are my drugs.

yeah, thats all.


wow am i lame or what!?!?!

you know what bulls**t....

THIEVES....................

I swear if i could move to a tiny town, or, better yet, my own island, i would. in a heartbeat. seriously. ohmigosh.

so this morning i wake up and get konnor out of bed and go out to the car to go to my house (we stayed at eddie's). as i walk around to my door, i notice some paper on the ground and my door not shut all the way. "no fu*king way" i think. i unlock the doors and put konnor in his carseat. then i open my door. my purse.... gone. my ashtray is ripped out and my glove box has been ransacked. F*CK!!!!!! i can't freaking believe this!! i go to eddie's window and bang on it. he sounds grumpy when he yells "what?!?!" i tell him i need his phone, and im bawling. he asks why and i say my car was broken into. then i go back to konnor.

he must have flew out of bed cuz it didnt take him more than 30 seconds to get up. by this time im in hysterics. everything is gone. it was all in my purse. which wasn't visible to anyone. my debit card, my cell phone, my checks, my digital camera with BRAND NEW 2gb memory card. UGH!! i take eddie's phone intending to call tmobile, but instead dial my mom. "i need tmobile's # and wamu's #. never mind im coming home to use your phone." i hang up.

my car is a mess. god, why me? what did i do? im too upset to think clearly. i get into my car and throw a screwdriver into the passenger seat. wait, that wasn't mine. never seen it before. they left it and i just touched it. DAMN IT!! its 5:20 and i have to leave for work in 20 minutes. what do i have time for?

i get to my house and call wamu. can't get ahold of an operator b/cuz of their STUPID ivr system. hang up. call tmobile. crying on the phone with them about what happened. ohmigosh i feel stupid. they tell me it was used at 3:14 am. i stop crying. now im livid. not only did they have the audacity to break into MY car and steal MY stuff, but they have the balls (of steal) to USE my phone. get off the phone with tmobile. im so mad and frustrated and upset i am SHAKING!!

to my computer. my mom comes in and gets ahold of a live person with wamu. im checking my tmobile online acct and see not only did these @$$ holes use my phone once, but FIVE times!! i get on the phone with wamu and tell them to cancel my card and red flag my accounts. thank goodness thats done. now i have to leave for work. i start crying again thinking about my pictures on my camera. gone. pictures on my cell phone. gone. why me? what am i going to do.

i drive to work. my mom, my how i love her, buys me coffee. :) how sweet. i look at my car again. the mess on the floor signifies what used to be in my glove box. i start bawling again. i think my social security card was in there. i needed it last week. god i hope not. was i seriously caught with my pants down in all the ways i can think of? yeah, probably. my lisence is gone. i put on my sunglasses to hide from others driving that i am crying my eyes out.

it could be worse, i suppose. they didn't get away with any of my $$ (at least not that i know of). they only made local calls. i am calling the police to file a report today and give them the #s that were called. i can only hope for sweet revenge. i know that i won't get the priceless pictures back that i took on my camera, and my phone, but thats life. i guess i have to live with it. but what a crappy day. :-(

welcome to blogging!!

haha. my first post. i cant believe i finally broke down and made a blog. i dont know what inspired me, really. i just really want to write. and write my heart out. you know? :) it takes a lot of weight off my shoulders when i can just write. friends have said i should write a book. nah, i dont like that idea. too much time and $$.

so anyways, my name is alex. i have a son who is currently 18 months old, and the love of my life. you will hear a lot about my little munchkin. i guarantee that. also, my loving boyfriend of 4 years, eddie. but probably, and most likely, you will hear about jenny. my best friend. and our wacky zanie adventures! jenny and i are a couple of crazy chicks lookin to have a fun time. 9 times out of 10 without anyone else, but there are people that get in on the fun. so yeah.

thats me. thats my people. im sure you'll become better acquainted with me and my peeps as i blog. for sure.

:)

have a good day!

oh yeah, and i dont write by the rules of grammar. so if you dont like that i dont capitalize or put in my commas or apostrophes, im sorry