The last Monday

in 2002, that is. It’s been a pretty good year. We spent last new year’s with friends, playing Euchre, being silly. The winter was pretty mild, as I remember. My 25th birthday (in April) was nice. I got my Grandma and her husband to enter a Japanese restaurant. They had teryaki pork, but gramma did try a bit of a California roll. Work was progressively interesting. My job duties changed slightly (and for the better) to be more of a geek. Which is just fine with me. We’ll be working on getting me a permanent position in the coming month. At the end of May, Kurt asked me to marry him. Then followed a long string of celebrations, gifts, cards, hugs and planning. September 17th was the big day. At the end of September, we went to Vegas and had an excellent time (we even plan on going back for my b-day this year). I’d have to say, all in all, it’s been a good one. Let’s hope 2003 is even better.

a week of nothin’ doin’

Kurt got me a Gameboy Advance for the hollydaze. I got him Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.. so we’ve been pretty occupied this week. But enough of Yoshi’s Island; I want more games! Off to eBay I went. In search of those fun little games that I miss [Pitfall!, Dig Dug, Bomberman (TurboGrafx16 era)] and came away with Caesar’s Palace (hooray for video poker!) and Bomberman Blue. Whatever that means. A follow-up to my jail-fan blog-post made earlier this month: He made a collect call to the house this morning, courtesy of the Dane Co Sheriff. I didn’t accept the charges. I’m ’bout to get pissed though. Can’t I tattle on him? I don’t need to. A brief visit to the Wisconsin Circuit Court Access Program tells me that he’s in jail for 3 counts of Driving or Operating a Vehicle w/o Consent, 1 count of Vehicle Operator Flee/Elude Officer, 2 counts of 1st-Degree Recklessly Endangering Safety, 1 count of Hit and Run, 1 count of Operating While Revoked, 2 counts of Possess Drug Paraphernalia and 1 count of Possession of Cocaine. This, a man who says he’s “good”, will not be bothering me in person for less than, or equal to, 10 years.


It’s obvious that my work schedule has been deeply ingrained. I’m up and at ’em at the same time I always am. I wonder if my coffeemaker needs a break. Maybe I just need to break my coffeemaker. It was k-dog’s birthday yesterday. She and A. came down to the bah for some drinkin’. Apparently Kurt’s cosmo’s are better than the ones at the Tornado room. I must remember to tell him. Then, after too many (not for the driver), we went to the Greenbush on Regent and had a delicious dinner. I think I had the best Caesar salad ever. The calimari was really good, too. You’ve probably seen this site, but the cartoons are worth lookin’ at every once in a while.


I had a little premenstrual craziness yesterday. I’m not really going to the co-op today at 3. Maybe 4, but that’ll be for dinner (I /love/ the mediterranean orzo salad). I also don’t own a brown shirt, so dressing up like an assh*le is almost impossible for me. Oh, and poo on the snow.

Where do they come from?

I wonder if I’m lucky enough for a certain neighborhood stranger to read /my/ blog every day! *blush* How so very cool that would be! Maybe I’ll see him at the Co-op (*cuz i’m a member now*) tomorrow at 3pm *wink*. You know who you are. I’ll be wearing all brown; so I look like you. Asshole.


Obviously this sleep problem (or lack thereof) is cyclical. Or maybe I’m just antsy for my vacation to start. I’ve been “saving up” things to do so I don’t go crazy, or bring Kurt with me. I’ll bet I’ll forget all about what I was going to work on once Friday comes around. Get this for everyone for xmas. And look at this site at least once a month. I’m surely taking advantage of the free machine coffee at work today.


So, this criminal letter has prompted me to wonder why no one else with my last name has attempted to contact me for any good reason. I mean, I’ve never been offered a free guitar, or a free cd, or even a part in a movie with Mel! Maybe I should write all of them and say I want to be friends. I’m a good young gal!!

Strange letter

I received a letter in the mail yesterday. The return address was one that I didn’t recognize, “M. Gibson 115 W. Dotty St Madison – Wisconsin 53703”
Here’s what I got to read: Happy – Holiday Becky 12-2-02 Hey – what’s up I meeT a person in This place – and They knew you!! I jusT wanT to be your friend I’m only here for a little while – Becky — maybe we can geT to be friend only GoD bless you — I need someone I can write to and open myself up — I have no family at all Becky — I losT Them (cry) — Also — I’m Black very nice in on P.O. Hold — write me and I will say to you why I’m in this mess — it’s coming to The End — much – love – Becky write me Back girl and lets be friend — How abouT It — I need a good friend I’m a good young man !! Looking to hear from you !! Mike Gibson
Okay, first of all, you know he just pulled my name out of the phonebook, cuz that’s how it’s spelled in there. Second of all, just cuz we share the same surname doesn’t make me a candidate for friendship.

Haircuts are fun!

But only when they work out 6 weeks later. Like my current one. I didn’t even notice that I had passed the 6 week mark until yesterday. I have an appointment tomorrow at RZ&Company. I’ve been going there since 1995. It makes me feel old even though I’m not really. Anyhow, I’m in the mood for a slight, non-drastic, change of hairstyle. We’ll have to see what I come up with in the next 28 hours.