THIS HELLMART IS OPEN FOR BUSINESS

2:00am: Where did we ever say anything about your father, except to you directly?
Portal of Evil.... Ask Lauren. She sure as fuck remembers the escapades & what happened after.

Tia, as I said to you a zillion times over email, we never brought anything about you public. When you asked us to leave you alone, we graciously did. You were the one who broke into Brette's email account and found out that we were discussing your lies and antics PRIVATELY, where nobody else in the whole entire world could see it. We were trying to give you the respect and privacy you asked for by keeping our mockery of you OFFline and out of your sphere of existence. You were the one who conscientiously unearthed it; you're the one to blame for making yourself look like a ninny. As usual.

I never broke into anything. Like I said. You get what you pay for. & I only took up interest because of the offering. 5$ was well worth it. You do know what you're doing is against the terms of service of a lot of places? Call it respect, but YOU are OBSESSIVE & PATHETIC for keeping it going. So continue to froth about, frumpy.

I don't know why this upsets you so much when you spend such a huge amount of your time obsessing over Brette, calling her, calling her place of employment, calling her friends to tell them lies about her, emailing her insulting things...the list goes ever on. Not to mention the fact that we only lead you on and tell you lies because you do it constantly to other people. As you yourself pointed out above, turnabout is fair play.

The funny thing is I NEVER called anyone or anything & I DON'T obsess over her! I don't send e-mails about her to anyone. I don't even have her phone number on my phone anymore. I haven't had it there for like... Jesus... Since April when I got a new phone? You're a fucking MORON if you're going to sit back & try to tell me all of your obnoxious blatherings were done to piss me off. Nice try.

Get over it. You asked us to leave you alone, and we did it. This is my final word on the subject, here, via email, elsewhere. It's not funny anymore. You're a sick obsessive who needs a reality check. Stop harassing people if you don't want them to laugh at how lame you are, and if you don't want to know what the victims of your harassment are saying about you, then don't hijack their email addresses and read their private communications. Seems simple enough.

You're a hypocrit Melissa. Spend your time on improving your photography & getting the cash it takes for the major corrective surgery you need on your damned knees. I'm not harrassing anyone, but you, because you so eagerly chose to continue obssessing about the goings on in my life & continuing to make your ridiculous statements about me. Drawing conclusions about me when you know jack shit about anythin (as displayed by how you told Collie about the lack of Expedited services when it comes to Passports. You still owe me credit on that one, gimpy)

Well, over and out! I can assure you that we will not stop discussing how ridiculous you are amongst ourselves, since that's protected by the First Amendment and all, but it will, alas, be impossible for you to read it from here on out.

You go ahead now, tart. Have fun. I've just taken the time out of my busy packing schedule to lay your dumb, undignified, lying, haggard ass out flat & it's been a real trip watching you RAPIDLY break down into a pile of whiney, unsubstancial goo. Reread yourself. You're like a child who's trying to drag their new shiney red ball away from the parent when they flat out tell them "no. I'm not giving it to you. You've been a bad girl."

Do remember: NARWHALS ONLY (NO DOLPHINS).

Haha. Kiss my cottage cheese ass. Perhaps if you dig HARD you'll get photos of Mark & I together, but I certainly will not be touching his "boy zone". & come to think of it I never once stated I was going to Australia to have sex with him. How baffling... Where the fuck did you come up with that one Egor?

Either way it means nothing anyway. You're just a sick, twisted, obsessive, mindless little twit that has no life... Go find someone else to profile, or better yet try finding some photography classes in your general area. It could prove to be a real help.

Ciao,
-T

12:58am: aw hell no... Bitch, bring it!
Again... I remind you to occasionally take a tissue to the frothy spittle dripping out of the corners of your mouth, your rather unattractive chin definitely doesn't need any more attention drawn to it through disgusting bodily juice ornaments.

Moving on...

I believe in my last message I flat out said that "IF it's true blah blah add insults here yar yar yar." Or are you too fucking dense in all of your fury to absorb the fact that I'm just shitting with you here?

I'm apparently so confused because why? Because I'm not rolling over & sobbing? Because I find a funny portion of your frumpy little body so utterly fascinating when you flat out disrespect the entirety of mine? Grow up sweetie pie. You're so fucking hypocritical it's lost it's hilarity entirely.... Even though I'm still finding it all too amusing.

Next time if you don't want something taken public you won't invite me to do so! I mean... the last time I requested you to be private & stop your babbling about bullshit you & Lauren went ahead & posted not only MY business but my FATHER'S business all over the fucking place. Turn about's fair play you ninny.

I know the difference between bullshit & reality, ass chin (is that better? I'm no longer attacking your precious knobby knees) the major issue here now is the fact that you still feel the primal urge to continue making yourself a sincere slime.

& about my own knees? I like them. They set well in my legs, they're strong, they carry me well & rather fluidly too. Infact my legs have an over all really nice shape, high set calves, well shaped thighs, strong ankles, cute well formed little feet.... Albeit my legs are fat... At least they're not completely malformed, disgusting, and and and... Oompaloompa like. Oh I'm sorry, I was supposed to go for the weak stubbly drop off of your face you call a chin.

Why do you need to be obsessed with & hate on my fat? Are just mesmerized by the sheer bulk of it or are you just trying to find a useful insult even though they obviously don't traumatize me any further?

& again, to go after your "hottest picture evar"... Honey it's a case of pot & kettle. You need to get that shit off the internet quick smart dolly.

Congrats on you being finished packing.... Now all you need to do is learn how to pack this shit on in because you're obviously falling apart at a rapid rate now.

PS: I invite you to go ahead and crack on my legs. Ten steps ahead of you dearest! Maybe you should ask your team of experts for advice now... I'm sure you have a good friend that knows how to get around the big mouth & sharp wit of a fat chick.

Keep yourself sunny side up!,
-T

11:49pm: she who's so much better then the fat kid still froths at mouth...
Nice try, chunkylardo. Area 51 doesn't have anything to do with the NSA. NSA is signals intelligence, not aircraft testing (OOPS THE SECRET IS OUT!) My hsuband hasn't broken any vows, m'dear. I swear, I can say ANYTHING to you and you'll believe it INSTANTLY. It's not even challenging. It's like you don't even stop to think whether the things I say to you JUST TO MAKE YOU MAD have any merit or plausibility whatsoever.

NSA = National Security Agency

which means that they SHOULD be at least TRYING to protect America's many bases & top secret testing facilities from people like... oh I don't know... the terrorists you supposedly know how to foil? Is there anything you CAN'T do there cripple?

In fact if you go to the NSA.gov page and look at their mission statement ("The ability to understand the secret communications of our foreign adversaries while protecting our own communications -- a capability in which the United States leads the world -- gives our nation a unique advantage.")

one would be inclined to believe that those understandings of secret communications would also lead to the protection of a base that's own contractors refused to answer questions about. In fact the security company associated with the production of their inground sensors put out a "no comment" statement. To top it all off, a little research about Area 51 would lead you to the knowledge that many employees have to resort to living not in the immediate vicinity but rather in Las Vegas some 90 miles away & have to use approved base transportation such as "Janet" airlines which fly out a secure terminal at Las Vegas's own airport. Mmmm. Someone did their homework.

Then again since you basically admit to LYING about the whole thing we should let that tidbit of information drop?

(only to enlighten people about the claims of foiling terrorist plots)

Here's another TRUE STORY about me, Tia. I was awarded a citizenship medal for foiling a terrorist plot. IS IT TRUE, OR FALSE? WHY DON'T YOU IMMEDIATELY POST ABOUT IT IN YOUR LIVEJOURNAL?

You're so truly gifted, darling... I wish I could be JUST like you! We should do that cheesy MTV reality show! You know the one... OH PLEASE! CAN WE?! HUH HUH HUH?!.

...Too bad your amazing gifts of insight weren't around prior to 9/11.

Of course that could be just a rouse as an attempt to have me go search the fucking internet like a honkey for information about you & your so called accomplishment along side your so called "good friends" & so called "amazing NSA ex-affiliate hubby"

... Like I care. If it's true? Congrats... What are you doing still sitting around & taking shitty photographs? You should be working for the CIA or not protecting secret war/spy plane prototypes with the NSA. I mean christ... Look how hard the Airforce had to work all one their little lonesome to protect the U-2 from being found out... Not to mention the rest of the Red Flag ops & Black Projects like the A-12/SR-71 "Blackbird", the F-117 Stealth Fighter, & the B-2 Stealth Bomber. Not to mention more recent projects including research on Stealth Technology, various unmanned reconnaissance & combat aircraft (UAVs and UCAVs) & possibly that pesky rumored high speed high altitude platform known as "Aurora". All because of the super shitty NSA! Now I know the truth about our tax payer dollars dammit.. Poor Airforce. It's a crying shame our nations own security agency can't be there to help.

I really could talk about that crap, from knowledge, all damned night. No research really necessary. Really. S'what happens when you're UFO obsessed as a kid. You know... Normal shit. Kinda unlike your knees; Real normal.

Question for you, my teen dream: Do you cry every night because you're so lonely and undesirable, or just occasionally?

Answer: NO! Because I am Ninja

Now will you answer my past question that obviously upset you oh so much that you had to whip out a cliche one of your own? Please? We want to know damn it.

PS: Don't you have some packing to do because you're going to Kentucky or something? Better get cracking... I know how hard it is to move across the apartment on those feeble, rickety, malformed little limbs of yours.

11:02pm: so the NSA can give out top secret information when the president publically banned it....
M I S S I O N : A C C O M P L I S H E D


Melissa... Wipe your mouth, you're foaming darling.


& while you were spewing shit about your husband breaking his code of silence & putting national security at risk by disclosing the happenings & goingson of a topsecret Airforce testing and proving base, you forgot to add an "I don't really know what I'm talking about, so I'm sorry about the passport thing." Would have been a nice touch in between you basically admitting you and your husband have validated fears about "pooping out a duplicate" of yourself. I'd be worried too if I were him.

But I'm not going to drop to your level any longer there knobby.


But I do have a question to be asked because someone wants to know: Did you have a sledge hammer taken to your knees as a child?

... Now who's red faced & squaling? I'm just amused!

Cut it out, sweetie. Trading words with a "lonely teenager" just brings you down to my fatty fat cottage cheese assed tripple chinned level. Doncha know?

9:46pm: for the bitch who knows everything including what goes on at Area 51
http://travel.state.gov/passport/get/first/first_831.html

Official US Department of State site!

"After you apply - You will receive your passport:Ordinarily, if you paid additionally for expedited service and two-way overnight delivery within about 2 weeks"

Amazing how they offer Expedite services to the public if it's only available to Government Employees!

oh oh OH! & I got my VISA via ETA. It was instantly approved too! ZOMG! Paid 20$ AUS! Through the Embassy! Is that for Gov employees too?!


oh &... I didn't hack anyone's password ^^;

you get what you pay for!


& sweety... Before you make fun of Sammy & call an obviously skinny 6'1" chick fat... take an eyeball full of yourself. Your KNEES doll... your KNEES! I may be fat & otherwise unattractive but god... Oompaloompas have better legs then yours. Christ. I believe you that you know what goes on inside a top secret military base in the middle of the fucking Nevada desert, I do. Really. I mean christ, you know an expert in every field of every kind & they're all your close friends... That or you escaped from the fucking place & looking at your "hawtest picture evar" yeah I sort of believe that theory.

& you say I'm obsessive. Honey I don't talk about you guys much less give a flying fuck until I hear something or get tipped off... Like about your full fledged thrilling half year long rapor with Brette & Lauren. The last time I REALLY mentioned Brette anywhere was probably on this journal saying "thanks for the Queen of the Damned CD" that she gave me like... ages ago. 2 years? 3 years? Whatever.

If you spent HALF the time with your husband that you do researching me or coming to bizarre conclusions about my life maybe you'd have a couple kids, live in a nice big house... Or maybe YOUR photography would show vision and drive. I may not be the Queen of the photography venue, but I would be PISSED if your style of material came out of me hiring a photographer for my wedding. Joy.

From MY FRIEND who's a fucking amateur freelance photographer when she saw your shit: I like the headshots that she did with big black blobs in the back. Only it takes away from the subject, and it's almost like she's just randomly shooting instead of having scoped out her venue prior. For how supposedly big she is, she really doesn't put out very good stuff. I think the best photo she took on that entire Pirate wedding roll was the one of the make up.

Speaking of photos.... Tom & Steph... Yes my photos of them together are so very fake, & my my so was the weekend I spent in a hotel room partying with them. So was their engagement at Chilis! So I guess, Steph since I know you're reading this, you came out my ass 19 years ago! & Tom did too 20 years ago! & Tom's not really going to Iraq next week (god how I wish that one was true...)

But...

What the FUCK is so otherwordly & impressive about going to Australia? Sammy paid for my ticket as a gift to me to enjoy a holiday away from home in a world that I've never been able to explore & enjoy. Is it envy that drives you to assume or believe that I'm lying about going on a fucking VACATION?

How I am the biggest (tehe pun intended) & the best if I drive a fucking 2004 solar yellow Nissan XTerra that I just decided to "trick out"? It's not street racing! It's not doing anything extraordinary but fucking blinking green, pink, yellowy, purpley, blue, red, & white at a couple god damned Thursday night car shows while putting out bass & showing off it's interior. BIG FUCKING DEAL! (& yes I know that red, blue, & yellow/orange lights are illegal & that strobing is illegal UNLESS YOU'RE PARKED & USING IT FOR SHOW VENUES!)

How is it so god damned unbelievable that I show horses? That I once upon a time used to show jump? That I will be attempting to do it again & get over my own confidence issues? Yeah dude, having a horse that bucked nonstop & reared & did stupid shit was unnerving & unsettling & left a few scars. But she WAS abused & she WAS acting out of fear. TEACHING her how to trust & learning to trust her again... That's what made it worth it. Does it make me a fucking horse whisperer? No. Stupid phrase. Does it make me a miracle worker? No. Does it do a lot to boost my confidence, morale, & sense of self worth? Yes. Get the fuck over it. It's one of my talents. One of my hobbies. One of my enjoyments. & you know what? Just because suddenly an animal drips out of my line of communication it sure as fuck doesn't mean that they don't exist. What... Do you really expect me to somehow recount every detail of every day for my internet audiences? I find it really sort of amazing how you guys are the leading authorities on what can & can't be done & what someone can & can't do given their lifestyle & what conclusions YOU'VE drawn up about them.

How am I preternatural if I'm doing a little plus sized modeling? I mean... WHAT THE FLAMING FUCK guys? How am I not an average young adult trying to find my way in the world? Should I be driving a shit mobile? Should I be showing a substandard dog? Should I not be going to vacation? I'm fat. I don't feel I'm overly attractive... But you know what? Right now, as in this second, minute, hour, day, month,year I'm the best I can be & I'm working on making it better.

So go ahead. Knock me. Call Mark. Ask whatever fucking question you need to, or continue to harrass his supposedly receeding hairline if that's what floats your boat down shit's creek. It doesn't mean anything, honestly. You're pond scum baby, obsessed, immature pondscum & it's honestly sad that you take everything to heart & suck up every little morsel that's hand fed to you while almost BEGGING & SCROUNGING for more...

You guys really need a life beyond hunting people down. It's illegal, and further more? It's... creepy. You obviously don't like it when people put you under the microscope so shut the fuck up and drop it. Mkay?

PS: I did notice in those messages that you say I'm pretty SEVERAL times. Thank you for the compliments! Too bad I can't say the same about you or your "talents" or your "connections".

PPS: for the last fucking time... I'm NOT 18. Christ.

6:11pm: le sigh
so last night when I was babbling with Nina on the phone she & I came to the conclusion that we're happy we spent the extra cash to have our passports sent on Expedited services. Took me something to the key of 2 weeks to get mine & I think hers came the day after mine did or something like that. It's handy, let me tell you. $127 or so & you're set to go. It was either that or drive down to Miami with proof of travel & a bigger check book so we could get them that day & gas costs would have killed us. Steph's Solara really isn't all that great on gas, lemme tell you, & at that time the XTerra was more of a pipe dream.

Packing so far is proving to be less of a nightmare then I thought it would. The nightmare is being on that damned plane over the pacific ocean for 15.5 hours. Benedryl is looking mighty fine right about now. I've been sitting down & laying out a bunch of rough sketches to finish while flying. One of which being heavily inspired by Allison Theus... well sort of Lockjaw fanart, really. woo.

All I know is that I'm going to be pretty much ready to pass out when I get off that plane in Perth. More water to fly over between Melbourne & Perth so yeah... My nerves are going to be shot to hell. I seriously much rather fly over land then bodies of water. I think it's the sorta morbid fact that when you crash into a land mass you usually just die. you crash into water chances are you're just going to drown.... or be eatten by a shark.... or both...

I'm gonna miss Ogou & Mysia & Chanel... & even Leia.... Definitely going to miss Backie & Jeze. I've had Backie for about a week now & aside from my thumb getting somewhat mangled, we're on pretty good terms. Leeann & Mike will take care of the horses, Steph will be in Marco for most of the time I'm gone or else I know she'd mosey on down to take a peep. My doggies are being looked after by mom... I guess it's just gonna be rough not having Mysia curled up on my shoulder & Ogou against my back, Chanel on my hip, & Leia on my feet.

It's all good I guess. Two weeks without the store, without the drama associated with Palm Beach, without dealing with my dad... Two weeks of Mark, two weeks of messing with Kazz & Paris, & being otherwise girly while fucking with Sammy's hair & make up. Not to mention two weeks of Australian wildlife to photograph.

If I survive this trip, next trip will probably be Sammy & I trekking out across Australia to see Uluru/Ayers Rock. She lives a good distance from it on her side of the place, but it'll be a fun trip to say the least. I think we'll try to go to Monkey Mia as well. That looks like double the Geraldton trip she took a week or so back. I definitely want to explore Perth... Sam's not a big city person, but dude... Australian city on the water. Yes please? It may be freezing over there but I will make it a point to bebop around. Kinda sucks I can't ship my damned car over there. The promise of decent offroading is calling man.... & I don't have the cash right now to worry about renting a vehicle out there. Damn it.

it's ok. When I gave birth to Sammy while cleaning out my ears I made sure to include the fact that she's got a hefty sense of adventure & is just as insane as I am when it comes to having fun.... what I forgot to erase was that fucking creepy "and then?" thing that she does.

& when Mark was spawned one day while I was sneezing, he too was created with an adrenaline system designed just for said crazy adventure & a fun personality full of quirks JUST PERFECT for these outtings. The only thing I did wrong with him was making him entire too sexy so now he's eyeballed by everything with a hole between their legs... *coughsophienannagetfuckedcough* ><'

OH! & of course the byproduct of sneezing out Mark was finding David when I wiped my nose with a tissue... & I don't like him much, but yeah... A lot of folks are pretty dirty on him right now... MOVING ON!

Hurray for fake people with their fake personalities, fake country, & fake accents? The whole world is just a conspiracy... I even made up the pine trees in my back yard & the holiday we call "Independence Day" (I made up the movie with the same title too)

like someone I know & love said: we're like area 51. everyone knows it's out there. it's creepy, weird, and entirely way too remote but people are still trying to deny it's existance. but the best part is that no one will ever really know what goes on past the chain link fencing and neat little hill the 'camo dudes' hide out on. we're completely classified, top secret, and denied access to! but if morons want exchange the extra terrestrial highway for the information highway and hide out at a certain black e-mailbox, we can easily continue to send ufos up over their heads to keep them entertained. it'll just be our process and way of saying 'still interested? good. fuck you, please come again!'

which reminds me... Britty? We're so making that trip when I get home & recover from my Australian adventure!

That's all for now folks, time to send the UFO back to it's hangar & continue my real life.

-T

9:05am: fwee!!!!
http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n23/sundogwargames/


ENJOY!

12:43am: Oggy Oggy Oggy Oi Oi Oi!!!
Oggy did smashingly well in a nice clean easy victory at the show yesterday morning. Today we hope for a repeat performance!

Yesterday after the show, we left to get get McDs for brekky since I didn't feel like staying for group & didn't much appreciate the judge. Got home... Turns out I have my little 04 Xterra sitting there with custom black leather interior, custom sound system. Fuck yes. Go mom! So now we have a moon roof, super charged engine, custom interior, custom system. Now all that needs to be done is my LEDs, grill guard, light guards, bumper guard, & KCs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God man am I a happy camper She saved me some mad money. Everything else is kiddie play! Love my car.

Off I go for a bit though, I'm not feeling so hot still.

-T

4:02pm: whee!!!
Thumbelina, the little runt that people were all concerned about, is the first puppy to have her eyes open! Just goes to show you that if you believe in something & work towards it you can achieve it. You've just got to be a little bit more of a fighter then the rest but it'll get done in the end.

Kudos to Thumbelina!


I'm up to something like 26 CDs that are all at least 1 hour in length, some are like... an hour & 20 minutes or so... makes me happy. Means I should succeed I should succeed in getting over 36 hours of music for my trip to Australia!

Which is in.... 17 days. God... I'm already starting to get nervous...


In other news, I'm sick. Hooray. I somehow managed to get bitten by at least 10 small spiders on the back of my head & neck. My doctors are not pleased. But I'll be alright. Nothing too toxic, nothing that'll kill me.... Just really fucking itchy & painful.

Back to burning music.

2:50am: Give Me One Reason....
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Because I don't want leave you lonely
But you got to make me change my mind
Baby I got your number and I know that you got mine
But you know that I called you, I called too many times
You can call me baby, you can call me anytime
But you got to call me

Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Because I don't want leave you lonely
But you got to make me change my mind

I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life
I don't want no one to squeeze me - they might take away my life
I just want someone to hold me and rock me through the night

This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need
This youthful heart can love you and give you what you need
But I'm too old to go chasing you around
Wasting my precious energy

Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here - and I'll turn right back around
Because I don't want leave you lonely
But you got to make me change my mind

Baby just give me one reason - Give me just one reason why
Baby just give me one reason - Give me just one reason why I should stay
Because I told you that I loved you
And there ain't no more to say

10:48am: he had a bad dream, woke me up absolutely frantic about it because it just seemed "so real" - but it just didn't seem like something she'd do. Allegidly in the dream she took her ring off to sleep with someone... and the guy she slept with went from looking like Captain Jack Sparrow (damn mate those are some heavy painkillers) to being someone more familiar and definitely a rider. The difference is that in his dream.... She left him. And for all the broken hearts he's suffered, I think is broke just a little more with her being away and him not being able to touch her. it's been rough. and it hasn't helped that his supposed best friend of the same genitalia was knocking her down last night left and right over just such a topic. Funny. I know she loves him. We spent hours on the phone yesterday with her all but in tears saying "oh god I miss him." She's done more for him then anyone else ever has.... But this all just goes to show that distance, when unable to communicate, is traumatic & painful in so many ways. That & that he should have busted Picaboy's nose a long time ago. I tried to call her just a bit ago to no answer. She's been sick, but she'll resurface when she comes out of her sleepy haze. We'll see how it all goes.

-T

PS: 23 days until I see Mark. FWEE!

2:10pm: according to Justin; Army boy's oh so lovely brother who just so happens to be a straight male ballet dancer, I have nothing going for me & so Mark is a worthless prospect because according to him (since he's an expert & all *inster dryness here*) all Australian men are shallow dogs. This coming from a fuck up that has more splits then a vegas divorce court. I swear this one tops David in that respect (no offense Dave) & he reminds me all too much of my twin older brothers Scott & Craig. Same jerky, arrogant, studdish attitude.

It's all good... As noted in the last entry I made, we fucked with him in the sweetest way possible. Dumb ass that he is. & yes, fucker, I hope you read this on your way back to Ohio or wherever it is that you reside. Loser.

News has it that Sammy did EXCEEDINGLY well in her first day or showing up at Geraldton! YAY! CONGRATS!!!!! Here's hoping for a spectacular rest of the weekend dollface!

-T

3:09pm: ain't this interesting!?
I've spent the last two nights in a hotel room with about 5 different people. It's been beautiful.... Completely beautiful.

Tom's here for awhile so we're staying with him before he has to go off on his first tour. Iraq isn't going to be quite as nice as the hotel we're in so.... yeah.

Stephanie and Tom have reason to celebrate. As of last night at Chili's they are OFFICIALLY engaged! Diamond & all. Beautiful. Count me jealous. It makes me happy though to be able to witness this event.

Afterwards we spent the entire night punking Tom & his older brother until atleast 4 AM. Ice is great. Ice & a sound sleeper is better. So is ARMY issued gear & the whatnot. We were all creeping around recondo style (Tom's particulars hehe) with ice buckets. I feel bad for the hotel staff....Especially the front desk staff that have a bunch of freaks in full on desert camo sneaking around the lobby for the past couple nights. It'll be like this until the end of the week HAHA!

Tonight we're off to Karoke down in Royal Palm.


Sammy if you do manage to...... um.... +coughs+ commandere a computer..... Know everything's going well in your absence...... but I miss you & other people do too. Give a call when I'm not passed out on Aussie time. Kay?

-T

9:45am: birthdays
Hannah delivered her puppies by emergency c-section this morning around 5:30 AM.

4 girls, 2 boys

a silver double dapple, a tri colored dappled piebald, 2 black & tan solids, a regular silver dapple, a chocolate dapple.

one of the black & tans is the little runt... She's not doing overly hot. But we're trying to coax her into keeping it up. She's healthy other then not really wanting to nurse. She'll be ok.

Hannah's not the greatest mom so far.... Here's hoping that changes as she starts feeling better. She's letting them nurse when there's a human around though.

I, on the other hand, have a swollen tonsil & a sore throat & it hurts to touch my throat at all. hurts rolling over even. blah. I think I'm going to take a small nap.....

8:26pm: Got my ETA/Visa all squared away. The lady that called to tell me everything's all nice & approved & crap was hilarious. Told me to sign my passport so I'm not like the "countless retards that are turned away from port upon entering the country because they were too dim to sign the thing." I love Australians. They're so damned nice.

Sammy if I like it there you're so sponsoring me over there for permanent living. We'll rock hard all the damned time, w00t! Then you & your hubby won't ever be too lonesome & Jeze can drive Anna crazy when the short little painted devil outflies Mandarin. I'd laugh. So hard.

33 days until I see Mark! 33 days until I melt & have to hide behind sunglasses for 2 weeks.

I have like... 5 hours of music so far. God I'm gonna die. 3 custom mixes so far. 1 Queen of the Damned cd (yeah Brette I actually still have that. Best thing you ever gave me!) & one Yanni CD.... Yanni's coming along just because I figured I'll need soothing at some point during the 36/37 hours of HELL you're putting me through Sammy.

... Tara thought it would be funny to put the Disney song "Kiss the Girl" & thatr "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" song on my latest mix. I feel like a dork. Aussie Mix::Land Down Under III. is NOT being played in the UTE unless I'm the one messing with the controls. It does have some top notch shit on it though....

1.) FSU - War Chant
2.) Avenged Sevenfold - Bat Country
3.) Ella Enchanted Sdtrk - Don't Go Breakin' My Heart
4.) Red Hot Chili Peppers - Californiacation
5.) Eifel 65 - Blue (techno remix)
6.) Boondock Saints Sdtrk - Theme (awesome Irish music mmmmm)
7.) Rascal Flatts - Love You Out Loud
8.) Avenged Sevenfold - Betrayed
9.) Red Hot Chili Peppers - Scar Tissue
10.) Mike Oldfield - Let There Be Light (just for you Sammy!)
11.) Little Mermaid Sdtrk - Kiss The Girl
12.) Athena Cage - All or Nothing
13.) ICP - Boogie Woogie Woo
14.) Red Hot Chili Peppers - Tearjerker
15.) Tatu - All The Things She Said
16.) Linkin Park - Faint
17.) POD - Youth of the Nation
18.) Evanescence - Bring Me to Life
19.) Coldplay - Clocks

not bad huh?

4:14pm: w00t!
The magic number is 6!

Hannah's having 6 puppies probably within the next two days! We saw them on X-Ray today & everyone's all excited. Dr. Z's really optimistic & the what not. I have his emergency number on speed dial just in case things don't go so well. (which they won't because it's all gonna rock)

it's so cool feeling the puppies move around. Stephanie & Nina went to the vet with me today & on the way home Stephanie was giggling & getting all creeped out in that "dude it's so cool! awwwww!" sort of way. & Nina was in the back seat with my mom's Bull Terrier; Barbie who went in for a check up & a set of shots & deworming blah blah blah - poor Nina had to lean up front to get a feel of the moving hamster sized aliens inside Hannah hehehe.


been thinking about Mark's lips all day again. & his eyes.... & his hair... & his shoulders... & well... him in general. I miss my boy. T-minus 36 days & counting.

-T

5:10am: late nights are never easy
it's 5:11 AM & Hannah is showing signs of contractions. She can't get comfy. She's sorta kinda nesting in between laying there & heavy breathing/light moaning. I'm gonna go check on her again in a few minutes... I think I'm going to die if I don't sleep.

I miss Mark.

Sammy said he was tired looking when she saw him at work yesterday.... Poor guy. He really does bust his ass out there. I reckon I'll give him a hand when I get out there if he'll let me.

Getting my VISA squared away later on when Sammy gets on & I can give her my passport information. & I have an appointment on Wednesday to get a lump I found in my left breast checked out. I'm pretty sure it's just a cyst since it hurts, but I'm gonna play it safe just because of you worry warts (you know who you are).

Gotta eyeball my suitcases, get those upstairs & out of the storage closet so I can start piling crap in there. Thank god I'm only bringing winter stuff (ok well MAINLY winter stuff) & I'm figuring I'll just bring my tote & a carry on as well. God... This trip is daunting. Mark said to Sammy "she's flying for two days?! Oh christ she's going to be fucked when she gets off that plane." gee... ya think Markie? Thank you captain obvious. I'll be ok though! Never fear! I'll curl up on the floor in Sammy's room for awhile or in the back of the Ute & pass out for the ride home with one of those gay little donut travel pillow things.


merf.

well I'm back off for awhile to eyeball Hannah & try to catch a little shut eye.


Sammy can feel free to call meh if she's not passed out as well. Last night was rough eh mate?

-T

12:44am: The mall was fun... Shopping for Mark is a fucking blast. Just been hopping along through Hollister, Pac Sun, & American Eagle all giddy & squeally. He looks fantastic in clothing. mmmm sessy little Aussie model boy. Damn you Sammy for getting me hooked on that man!

Saw a few button down shirts I want for him... Gonna go back tomorrow with my pay check & wriggle about after I pay for my car insurance +glee!


Jezebel was fun. I love her muchly... even if she does spook at A/C units turning on while we're powering up the damned track. Even though she's a psycho she's my confidence booster.... now I want to buy Sam; the Standardbred that can jump the moon even though his owners are trying to get him to keep racing. Sam would bring me back into classical dressage & possibly jumping. We'll see how I do with experienced jumpers out in Aussie land...... ... Even though I'm renaming that horse something like Cruzan just because Mark would giggle about him being named after a rum. & yes. Mark giggles. I've heard it first hand +joy!

I've decided I need a nice new jacket... Preferably denim... Denim would be nice. I may have to go look tomorrow when I head back to the mall.....


OH OH OH!!!! Fireworks are fun! Stephie, Jackie, Nina, & I found fireworks in Target for like a buck a pack so we bought a bunch of poppers & sparklers & those cool giant sparklers then went back home with little Ry-guy & lit them. This kid is so cute! he's all hugging my leg & bouncing going "I want fire sticker! Ry-guy's fire sticker!" god. I want one! DAMMIT!

all the more fun for tomorrow. May have to go to Costco or Phantom & buy the big ass fireworks. Gotta get ready for the 4th & the celebration at my place WH00P!

-T

10:47pm: +drool+
Aces High tattoo in West Palm is my new place for my ink addiction. The monstrosity on my shoulder has been fixed. Tah tah cartoon pony, helllooooooo realistic, gorgeous, full blown mustang.

I'm so fucking happy right now. If I wasn't so madly in love with a certain someone & so completely drained from the pain because along my sides & base of my neck/upper shoulder I have really really sensitive nerve endings, I'd have kissed Isaac out of sheer joy for the masterpiece the man did.

& he only charged my 80$ because apparently I have "amazing eye candy". Maybe I should sit around in a bathing suit top & jeans for tattoo artists more often... eh... nah... I honestly think I'm good until I get married or I finish my little coyote idea that I still have no clue where I want to have done.

choices choices.

-T

12:42am: bleh...
my mom got a Crossfire.... How much does everyone want to bet that it will be my Crossfire & she'll be taking back the SUV?

3:43am: vroom
Today... sucked.


Ryan blew his alternator belt completely off while going 110 down the B-line while he, Hollywood, Nina, & I were going out to Caloosa to see a Dingo that was being offered for free. Yes. A Dingo. Hardy har har. It sounded like we ran through sand, but it turns out that was just the noise it made while ripping through all sorts of connection wires in the engine. Then the battery light came on... Then we stopped... Then we heard the icky noise the damned thing makes when you start it up without an Alternator belt.


So we made it around town looking for a belt to fit a damned 2005 Dodge Neon. 2 PepBoys didn't have it, nor did an Advanced Auto Parts store. We didn't even try Napa. We just figured we'd take it over to Dodge on Monday & use my XTerra to tow the bitch along. Whee.

So we're driving around without an Alternator belt & we go to the movies to go see Tokyo Drift. Yay. We get the call that we can get free tickets if we go party with everyone at Regency in Jupiter...


.... That was eventful. 16 jumps later by Tony with his tricked out Eclypse we got there after the thing stalled out for the last time in it's life going over the Indiantown Bridge & we COASTED into the parking lot before having a cop help us push it into a parking spot.

Joy.

So we watch the movie, I'm in TEARS after the guy fucked up that Subaru Impreza. (I'm pretty sure that's what it was) then we just watch the rest of the shit in shock going "oh yay. American muscle. 1970 Mustang. Joy." & "you've got to be fucking kidding me" when Vin Diesel shows up at the end. Fuck that.

So then after the movie everyone's all pumped up & getting their LEDs & their systems going & we're just standing there in the parking lot smiling at cops & tempting them to come & write Tony a ticket instead of the written warning he got when his LEDs went RED instead of PINK. But they couldn't do shit about anything but stare & compliment on the Eclypse, RX-8, Civic, Focus, & the little sleeper Pontiac we had sitting there with their shit going.

... Then they all get the bright idea to race. So we drive all the way out to the middle of nowhere along US-1 & map out a 1/2 mile on a straightaway.

Dude I have the video sitting in my fucking inbox the guy with the RX-8 took with his Razor. All you see is two sets of headlights & us talking about how one of them missed a gear & then the Civic blow past & 2 seconds later the Focus blow past & the Pontiac who was following them to make sure no one used spray swerve to avoid a collision with the Civic's tail pipe. & of course the "WOAH!" of the crowd.

Then we had to scramble because the RX-8's radar detector started picking up the po po.

It was fun. The German kid in the Focus was kind of nice. He gave us a ride home because the Neon was fucked 6 ways from sunday.

man. I can't wait to get the shit done to my XTerra like Ry & I were bitching about today. I'm so getting harnesses. That movie just gave me interior ideas. The race we shot? That was NADA.

& damn... rice burner boy looked like a young Brad Pitt... Nina was all over that bitch too.

-T

6:22pm: bound for Australia
looks like I'm leaving for Australia on July 31st... won't be physically be back home until the fricken 18th of August. So yeah... Shit sucks, but I'm going to make the best out of all of it. Thank you Sammy for the plane ticket.

-T

9:18pm: le sigh
so Thursday this lady comes into the store & asks to speak with me because one of the women at the JDTC told her I showed Dachshunds & could help her. Turns out she has two AKC mini dachsies that she'd been showing (the male only because the female has one blue eye) & now that she'd moved her new neighbor was threatening to poison them because they barked at him. How sweet.

To add to the problem? the little female is pregnant... heavily pregnant... big time... from an accidental breeding.

JOY!

So she asked if I'd take the newlyweds, whelp the puppies, & give her a puppy back.

Now I live in a house of dogs. 15 to be exact (counting my Bedlington; Baa) ... (you think I'm joking, that's the shocking part) plus I have the store to contend with, 8 cats (3 indoor, 5 outdoor... not counting the new kittens the barn cats had) 2 birds, 1 fishie, 1 horsie. So I weighed this pretty heavily & talked it over with my closest consorts.... Then called the lady this morning.


Hannah & Diesel now live in the house... Hannah's really irritable & restless & not eatting her kibble. She looks like she swallowed a large grapefruit, & her teats are swollen. YAY! Her temp is also at 100.5 degrees compared to Diesel's 102.5. Joy.

I'm thinking she's gonna pop any time between tonight & Tuesday when the Tropical Depression rolls through. We'll see. It's puppy watch time... YAY!

Man I want a baby now. Ah well. Next month is when I go to Australia... We'll see! j/k ^^;

-T

11:57am: hmmm
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10:47am: fun fun
so as of yesterday Brian has been charged with two counts of assault, one count of battery & we all have to go to court on July 19th at 8:30 AM. Joy.

He can't go back to Canada until this all happens & he's told my mom this. Then he tried to call me & get me to talk to him stating "you know I'd never hurt you, talk to me talk to me, Tia come on" yeah fuck that. He got called an asshole when I broke down in tears over the phone & hung up.

but we went to the beach! Just walked along for a bit & tried to find shells for Mark's necklace thing that I'm working on.

& there wasn't a whole lot more worth mentioning.... aside from Jackie telling Joan to "shut the fuck up" & "sit the fuck down". That was brilliant.

& Jackie falling out of the tree because I punk'd her ass saying there was a snake up there when she was climbing. I'm mean. Payback's a bitch but I can't remember what she did that was worthy of such treatment.... eh... crashing after an emotional night = short term memory loss. Fuck it.

Passport day! Yay!

-T