Between a rock and a hard place

My hands are on firrreeee
August 11, 2009, 8:02 pm
Filed under: 2009, life, ME, Whining and Moaning, work

Are bothering me, I keep waking up with these clear little bumps on my hands, that ITCH LIKE THE DEPTHS OF A THOUSAND FIREY HELLS.

After some quick research it turns out that its a form of eczema thats generally brought on by something you’re touching.

Greeeeeeeeat. I don’t touch gross disgusting things all the time or anything.

Off to the dermatologist I go.

In other news, life is good. I love the house, I love my fiancee. Things are moving along nicely, and we’re doing little upgrades here and there. Pictures soon I swear. I promise.


Things and stuff
June 23, 2009, 7:16 pm
Filed under: 2009, Finance, House Hunters, life, ME

Things are moving along at quite the jaunt lately. we’re *supposed* to close on the house in 7 days! 7 days kids! Oh.My.God. I can’t believe how quickly time is ticking by lately. Its insane. Truly insane.

Work has been very slow, but apparently that is all about to change. Personally I prefer to not be busy in the summer, 1. Its beautiful outside and thats where I want to be, in my new backyard. 2. Who wants to work in a hot sweaty scenery shop in 95 degree weather for 8 hours a day, and 3. Who wants to do overtime in the above conditions.

Anyway, back to the throws of packing. Pictures of the new place to come soon. Followed by LOTS of happy home owner projects, and canning, and BBQ!!!

Things you need to buy when you move from an apartment into your very own house
May 1, 2009, 6:44 pm
Filed under: 2009, House Hunters, life

Please add your ideas on, because we’re going to just forget at some point




-Lawn Mower

-Garden Hose

-BBQ Grill

-Patio Furniture



Things that would be nice at some point 


Garage Door Opener

Carpet in the basement

Second TV for over the fire place

moving the door in the kitchen



Things are looking good.

Suddenly I woke up

and I had  reached the age where one starts to have serious conversations about weddings, mortgages, when/if one wants to have children, and maybe we should start saving for a down payment?

Oh and hey we’re in a ridiculously unstable industry, have you ever thought about what you might want to do if the entertainment industry goes entirely to shit?



For the record the answers to those questions are as follows


October 4th, 2008

We can’t afford one

Not right now and at least 5 years from now so my Union annuity is vested and I don’t lose it

Um yes we friggan should, as soon as we meet with the Wells Fargo guy

And um Mr. Wonderful has never thought about it. And I want to cook

December 2, 2008, 8:10 pm
Filed under: 2008, life, ME, The Pursuit of Happiness

Rut, down, in the dumps, whatever you want to call it, its where I am lately. I have no *real* reason to be in such a tizzy. Yet its where I find myself. Pish posh. 

The holidays are just about to sneak up on us, and I feel unprepared this year, not ready, unwilling


This all runs on the heels on setting a date and place to get married, all of which seem unreal, neigh, surreal. How is this happening? How did I get here? And where do I go from here?

Breaking my self imposed silence
November 7, 2008, 10:25 pm
Filed under: 2008, life, memories, The Pursuit of Happiness | Tags: ,

About two weeks ago, I lost someone very near and dear to my heart, left us, left this world, and went wherever you believe souls go. I’ve known him since I was 6 making our friendship just about 16 years long, the longest of my life. 


Its been a long time coming, and was no real ‘shock or surprise’ to those close to him. But it doesn’t, didn’t, won’t make it any easier to have him gone. Since the time he was 7 he had always beaten the odds the doctors would put before him, I guess I just figured he would just keep on beating them. But people get tired, life takes its toll on a soul, and eventually all good things come to an end. Just as Stevie did. 


To say that Stevie was a kind hearted person would be a drastic understatement, Steve was one of the best guys, nay, men I have ever met. He accepted that this was to be his future, a young passing, but at 27 was more worried about the grief it would cause those close to him, something I can’t fathom. The idea of dying, I’ll admit, makes my stomach knotty, but I’ve never stopped to think about how it would affect anyone around me if in 5 years at 27 I was to pass, as Steve did. 


I would love to say I’ve accepted his passing at the circle of life, or just the ending of a life. But I can’t tell you that internet. I am angry. 


I am angry, and pissed, and mad as hell. Horrible people get to live long, strong, lives to 70,80, 90. But this beautiful man doesn’t even make it to 30? How is that fair>??? And please don’t feed me the “Life isn’t fair” line, for I am well aware that life isn’t fair. But c’mon! Its times like these that make me question my faith in a higher power. What is he trying to tell us? Live your life well and do right by my and my people, and you too will be handsomely rewarded with an early death? 


I’m angry that people who turned their backs on him when he needed people around him most, talked badly of him, and called him incompetent because he no longer had the strength to do things, suddenly were his best friends, making phone calls, and sending out emails in his honor. Fuck you I say. Fuck you. Telling me at the funeral that I was a good friend to him. I don’t need your justification. 


I’m mad and hurt and sad. And in all of this I’m standing at a a funeral, watching my sister comfort others, being comforted by others, ignoring us and awkwardly hugging me as if I’m some stranger asking for too much on a first date. I’m watching people I spent every waking moment with in high school ignore me, because of some horrible atrocity I’ve supposedly commited against this sister. People that not two years ago, she sat crying in my arms because they had spread lies and rumors about her. Deserted her when her luck was gone and her heart was broken. 


And I sat there with my heart breaking in so many different ways, for the loss of a dear dear friend, the loss of love, the loss of a sister, the loss of honesty, and for the wonderment of it all. As to how we got here, how we get away from it, and the price of the gas to get there. So angry at myself for worrying so much about my feelings, and how these people were breaking my heart, when I should have been feeling for Steve, for his mother, his father, his two sisters. 


And then the fire alarm went off. And I looked to the sky and told Steve he was an ass, that he just had to have to last say. As if to say chin up Dani, life isn’t all that serious. 




Steven “Stevie G” Tooth

December 14, 1981-October 27, 2008

Life is too short, but it goes on. 

Kiss me because…
November 4, 2008, 9:49 pm
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