my brother is very cool

there are three kids in my family. from the very beginning, to keep things strait and eschew fights over whose mittens were whose, we were all given a symbol. mine was a star [it's my middle name], madison my brother got a rising sun [madison], and hannah, the youngest was graced with a heart [i think i actually gave her that symbol when i was too young to know better, but she really is a sweetheart]. my first tattoos were all stars, and last year when my brother got his first ink done, it was the rising sun [drawn by my dad way back in the day for his leather company rising sun leather]. for x-mas this year, my brother got me a tattoo. it didn't take much deliberation to decide i wanted his sun on my shoulder. in a gesture of sibling solidarity, he got my star done on the same shoulder. thanx madi, this is one gift i'm not going to lose.

it's an understatement to say that i'm glad to be back. it's been raining, and cold, and dark and grey. i've already had my favorite coffee and holiday brews, hobb-nobbed with pdx beer celebrities, and fallen ass-over-tea-kettle in a huge puddle of mud [yeah, my elbow still fuckin' hurts]. i haven't seen a single person wearing fucking uggs, or giant sunglasses indoors. it's been everything i hoped it would be. ahhh, nweuphoria.

look who got a camera-

i know, i should be smiling. i'm smiling inside. now i'm off to get a tattoo [pictures to follow...]

p.s. i have a working phone now too. i must have been a very good girl.

my phone sucks

my fucking shitty-ass phone fell out of my pocket and landed on the deck. mind you, this was a short fall, a mere two feet or so, but now the screen has forever gone dark. this means no text messages, no caller id, and worst of all, no phone book. if you want me to call you anytime in the near future [due to the holidays, it's going to take a while to sort this whole fiasco out] email me your digets. the phone itself still works fine, so i can get calls, and dial, i just can't see anything. fucking weak-ass piece of shit.

how did i get home last night?

three more days. newport beach inspires me to drink. holy hangover batman, scotch and tequila: not a good combination. i need some fresh nw air.

when you wish upon a star...

things are crazy around here. it always gets a little hectic around the end of a contract; things like packing [i have to fit all of that in this bag??] and shipping bicycles home during the holiday mailing rush, etc. on top of that we've been gearing up [the crew strings up lights, and i make stew for 120 people] for the hallowed x-mas boat parade. can i get a "whoo hoo" [picture a little circular wave of the finger]. but what am i doing going on and on about blah blah blah holiday madness which nearly everyone has their fingers in. i promised news of the land o' disney! after twelve hours of wandering, sixteen rides, and three over priced meals, all i can say is- what's with the bad head wear?? something about that place compels otherwise well adjusted adult individuals to don stupid hats or headbands topped with the ears from one fictional animal or another. as a visual bonus, this time of year they are frequently accompanied by a santa hat. awwwwh. as you can tell i am overcome with emotions about my disney adventure, so i naturally did what any emotionally overcome person would do; i wrote poetry. here are five haikus to tell you of my journey through the wonderful world of disney.

it is disneyland
the "happiest place on earth"
chaos is not joy

a so-cal castle
movies and books come to life
to hug small children

mr. toads wild ride
i got to drive into hell
wonderland was rad

fat wheelchair ladies
a million kids got me sick
thank god it was free

splash mountain times two
indiana jones is hot
total mouse madness

*stay tuned for what i'm anticipating to be many more posts [and maybe even some pictures!] when i return to p-town in nine days. my parents have wireless, it's free and open all night. yee haw!

she looks sixteen from behind...

i was at an upscale liquor store this evening and i saw a woman dressed in powder pink from her stilettos to her lace-up-the-back blazer. it went well with her platnum up-do. she was at least 55. i must be back in newport beach. tomorrow us ladies from the lynx are off to the happiest place on earth... that's right kids, we had our last ed-sail of the season today and what are we doing next??? we're going to disneyland! i'm sure i will regale you with the full details sometime next week. until then, viva el raton!... they're not going to know what hit them.