My Luck Could Change

Weekend Update

I'm stealing some time tonight away from paper-writin' to finally get something new up on my blog. Erwin left yesterday to go back to Iraq for a third time, so now, without him distracting me from things like bathing, cleaning, homework, blogging...I'm back in action. A bit. Here's some pictures at least, if not great, intelligent, entertaining words, to keep you up-to-date.

We had a great last weekend together. Last weekend at the Zombie Lounge, Gary gave Erwin and I tickets to go see him on stage with his David Bowie cover band at 4th and B's Dead Man's party. So we got all gussied up. Erwin, in the perfect costume, me, in the last thing they had at the store that would fit me.

But that wig. Scary. Brought out that part of me that bought the whip in the sex shop next to the Alibi a couple weeks ago. Very tempting to dye my hair black and get a Betty Page 'do. I'd need new clothes though. And some bazongas. And more of a rock n' roll lifestyle. It's in me though...I can just see myself, after I don't have to worry about Jeremy like I do now, pulling the whole mid-life crisis thing and going all rockabilly. For now, it's wash and wear, tshirts and jeans. Anything else wouldn't be compatible right now.

Only stayed at 4th and B for a bit because I wanted to run into my new friend (?) Charles at Nunu's. Where we were the only dressed up people there. Erwin was even more of a star that night than he usually is, the whore. Letting everyone squeeze his water-balloon titties, showing off leg. Gah! I'm tempted to leak those pix back to his command in Iraq to get some Kliger-esque reprieval of his tour of duty.

Saturday morning Erwin, Adam, Jeremy and I headed up for a day at Legoland, thanks to cheap tix off craigslist. The rides are all geared towards preschoolers, but it was perfect seeing as how Erwin and I were still a bit hungover from the night before and even the 3 mph train Jeremy and I rode on made me a little woozy. Here's Jeremy and I in a little leaf boat in fairy tale land:

After Legoland we all totally ran out of steam and ditched out on our party to spend the night at home and getting some last minute shopping done before I had to ship my man back to Iraq. Sigh. Headed up to Temecula last night to go trick or treating with Ana and Joe and their umpteen kids:

Election Day is tomorrow...I've been invited to go down to Golden Hall to check out the election results, but I don't especially trust the person I'd be going with and everyone's got work or night class or a gig tomorrow, so. Looks like I'll go to class after all and then spend the evening in pajamas, biting my fingernails and laughing maniacaly once I know I won't have to spend another 4 years staring at bush.

How do I know Kerry will win? For one, I have faith in the American people, especially young voters this year. For two, the polls are reading Kerry in a landslide. Third, the Redskins lost. According to that article, the Redskin's last home game before an election has correctly named the winner for the last 17 elections. As both a football hater and Minnesotan, I guess this was the one time in my life I was routing for the Packers to win.

Anyway...I'm out of blogging practice, what with this paper (in Spanish!) I've got to write on the Motorcycle Diaries stealing all my attention. For the love of God, vote tomorrow. More after the results.

That Trick Never Works!

As my 200th post approaches, I've got some great posts in the works. But today, I'm still waking up and a bit hungover. This will not be one of those posts.

Last night "just one drink" turned into three or four turned into this:

I'm such a dork with my camera phone now, taking dozens of shitty looking photos every day now. Anyway.

Went to Scolari's with Shanti and Chris and The Ses were playing, some band I had never ever heard of before. Some of the stuff they played I really digged on and then some stuff sounded like everyone else. If they keep thinking while they write their songs rather than being lazy or obvious or whatever it was, they could be really good. Operatic came on next and it was awful and we left.

Deadbolt rocked the hizzous at the Ken, though, so that made up for being tortured at Scolaris. I'm leaving out all the lurid details of my night, which I'm sure you'll thank me for. 'Twas fun.

Tonight I'm headlining at the California Club on 55th and El Cajon. See flyer below, and I'll see you there!

SDAM is so damn good.

Last night was supposed to be all about breakfast for dinner and watching In-Demand TV with Frank. But then Chris called with tickets to the San Diego Area Music preparty to the awards, so I, being the great friend that I am, so totally ditched Frank to schmooze with some of San Diego's finest. We got there late, but beyond some acoustic guy, some spoken word, and some random awards not fit enough for the ceremony tonight (ie. 'best rock hair'), there really wasn't that much more than the schmoozing. So I made up for that with the copious amounts of whiskey I drank ensuring that I didn't remember the name of anyone new. But thanks to my new camera phone, I've got pictures to prove some of it:

Jose Sinatra and I in a passionate embrace:

Nate, FrankT and I before we stalked them all the way to Landlord Jim's downtown:

I forget these peoples' names, but they seem nice enough ;)

And, my beautiful date:

After Landlord Jim's we made our way back to Scolari's for open jam night and, lord help me, we played Warehouse. When we could barely walk a straight line we thought it was a good idea to get up on stage. It wasn't.

After Jack-in-the-Box and a gallon of water and a lil' rest on Chris' couch, I finally made it home after 4. Today isn't going to be as fun as I would like it to be. Blech.

Oh, and I met some peeps from the Buzzkill Romantics. Even though I was drunk, annoying, kissing her ass and trying to hook up a show with them, the guitarist seemed really nice and was appreciative that I post their music. I LOVE this song:

Listening to: The Buzzkill Romantics - Pretty Girls Need Friends Not Lovers

Come On, Sweat!

The street fair this morning was a blast. I didn't play anywhere near as well as I would have liked, but I guess I've got another chance next weekend. One song, Miniskirt, no matter how much I play it perfectly at home, my fingers always get retarded around other people. Hopefully I'll get that sorted before the 2nd. Rob's dad came up on stage, too...a total suprise to me. I look over during our first song and there's an extra guy on stage?? The drum mike fell out when we had like 3 songs left and I was never able to hear the drums again. But, people were able to hear my vocals this time and said we sounded great, thanks to the street fair sound system. F'n hot today...once I broke my sweat seal during our show it's been soak city ever since, the uberspicy Indian food I ate not helping anything. So, some pix real quick and a shower.

Here's us all on stage, with Matt, Kelly, and David (sitting, filming) in the forground. I don't know the guy in the gator shirt. (Despite what this picture shows, there was actually a good sized crowd once we started playing.)

I look really mean for some reason in all the pictures of just me:

Found out last night that we're headlining a show at the California Club with Blizzard and the Ultravires, who totally rock it. Should be a great time!

And, San Diego boys and girls, if you're looking for something to do tonight the amazing Campaign for Quiet are playing the Ken. I'll be there around 10. Holla.

Kiss Me, Son of God

God DAMN is it a good year for dying. RIP, Johnny.

Our show last night was the coolest! The first band up was Blizzard, who were decidedly decent...although I recognized the guitarist as some guy I was a total bitch to at Scolari's a few weeks ago. Whoops! I'm sure he deserved it...they all do.

Then, it was wonderful magnificent us for the next hour or so. Here are some photos to prove it:

Thanks, everyone for coming out last night! And for saying you couldn't hear any of my mistakes! I heard Chris talking to someone about booking more shows (at least I'm hoping it was for our band) and some guy gave me his CD and wanted me to join his band, so I guess I/we sounded pretty sharp last night. Just you wait for the street fair, boy-o!

Today...blah. I'm so tired. Spent the majority of my morning at the doc's. Seems my IUD has decided to lodge itself completely within my uterus. I have no idea how the hell they're going to get it out of there, but either way, I've given birth, and I know it's going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Or, I could be infertile for the rest of my life. So, usually I'd never share anything this personal, but pray for my fertility, OK? I know I'm probably overreacting, but I'm right to be at least a little worried.

Now, it's time for the rest of JFK and my soft, warm, seductive bed.

Mommy Insurance

Since tomorrow I will hopefully be uploading a bunch of pix from my show tonight, I thought I should buy myself some Good Mommy Insurance and post a picture my sister-in-law sent of Jeremy and my niece, Madison.

Can you tell which one is from California, land of sun, and which one is from Minnesota - land of eternal permafrost? ;)

Also, here's one of Jeremy and my goofy nephew Nick. There's a new pic of my other nephew, Nate, in my 'random' folder

New Pawnshop Cowboys Photos

Just got back into town an hour ago. Trip good, but damn, now I feel like I need a vacation from vacationing. 'Twas exhausting. Got some new Pawnshop Cowboys photos to share, then I'm off to laze.

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Even I Couldn't Win Over This Grampa

Do you think he made these himself or is there some kind of Bum Kit now? Still, at least he's got a sense of humor.

Random Acts of Randomness

For your viewing pleasure, a couple of photos from my weekend.

Here's me at Miramar Lake. Notice the "A" on my pants for "androgenous," because i apparently look like a boy in that hat, according to Erwin. James, however, said something about me looking like Renee Zellwiger, followed by a comment like "yeah, she's kinda hot. I guess I'd do her.." which lead me to wonder: was he talking about me? her? did i care? why couldn't i have just found my sunglasses that morning instead of stealing duane's hat? (now, with his permission and a bit of a bribe ;)

And, of course, here's that pizza I was telling you about. And if i were 400 pounds and bulimic, I might just find him handsome here.

and, in response to my 'blog cancelled' post, i got this comment i wanted to share:

so when Bubba saw that your blog was not going to be write in that much anymore, well Bubba grabbed Bubba bitch, held him tight, and cried his bubba little eyes right out of His bubba head. Bubba don't cry, and Bubba don't like crying. Readin Anna's blog make Bubba feel liek he can be a normal citzen again. It also let bubba see them pictures of life on the outside, Bubba like the pictures there on the Anna blog. so pleaze for Bubba sake write a little something for the homies in sing sing, and San quinten every now and again.

LUV,
from Bubba and his Bitch filis (Phil)

Posted by: Bubba (from cell block 9) at January 28, 2004 11:19 PM

i don't know whether to be flattered or to get all OCD'ed about checking the locks at night. Anyway, 'nuff bloggin, 'nuff said. 'night.

Captain's Blog, Day One

this blog stuff is really fun. Hoodeehoo!! I did a bunch of stuff on here today, but first I ramble.

Tonight was great because both my boys were in bed asleep before 8:30, so I've gotten a RARE evening to myself tonight (and of course spent all of it trying to get everything here just-so). Adam got an anthrax shot on monday and has been...off...ever since. like can't lift his arm, staring at walls off. i think he gets to see a doc tomorrow. definitely not like him to pass out before midnight, especially not when it's my turn to put jeremy to sleep.

I'm feeling kinda sick, too. Today was my lame attempt at a detox day in preparation for my quit-day tomorrow. I did really well this morning...went for a long walk, did some yoga, drank a ton of green tea and even some wheat grass shit. but by this afternoon when jeremy was FREAKING, i smoked just to avoid his wrath. ah well, it's not so much today as tomorrow i have to worry about. i might be writing a lot of nonsense here tomorrow while i avoid smoking.

This week has flown by, like always. Got a lot done, though...i'll post pix of my new magnets when i get a chance. This weekend's going to be crazy. tomorrow it's december nights in balboa park, so i'm heading down there with erwin to meet up with james and some'a his friends. probably drinking to follow. this weekend i need to get ALL my reading/homework done for astronomy AND write my speech for my comm class. my research for the speech (why george w bush is the devil) is coming along really well (pretty easy to find resources, imagine that!)...i'm sure i'll have some interesting links to share as i get further into it. I really also need to get started packing for our move. my inlaws will be here next friday and we move the wednesday after that, so i'd really like it to be half done and easier for everyone, considering the great timing of moving during finals week and a week before xmas.

I'm thinking that i can't do any HTML formatting unless i upgrade my account here, so i'll just have to deal with the bare-bones style until i figure some way, either techie or monetary, out of it.

Ok. i'm braindead. screw writing. Here's links to everything i did today:

Click here to see the photo album i started to make of my 2 1/2 year old son, Jeremy.

Here is an album i started to make of my adventures at Tom Giblin's late October, this really cool Irish pub in Carlsbad. They have a whiskey menu...what more can i say? Thanks to Erwin for all the photos and thanks to me for my crappy scanning job.

Click here to see the photos from Karaoke night at Longboards in PB last October. Thanks, again, to Kanins for the photos.

Open in new window to hear Edwyn Collins - A Girl Like You...i've had it stuck in my head all day.

Or this, if you'd rather hear Spoon's Take the Fifth (open in new window. one day, you'll get the hang of this)

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eating: trader joe's vegtable curry w/ chicken over brown basmati rice
drinking: stash's green tea chai

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