Tuesday, November 23, 2004



Been a busy little bee:

Amanda

Chrystal

Emily

posted by Rachel @ 4:03 PM 2 Comments

Wednesday, November 10, 2004


Halloween weekend went off without a hitch...barely. My son and I helped my boyfriend move in. Got the Budget truck which took an HOUR because the guy behind the counter was literally 108 years old and kept forgetting where he was in his paperwork so he kept repeating himself. I have nothing against people with alzheimers but for the love of motherfuck, don't hire these people. For some reason my son thought moving was the coolest thing ever because he kept saying "This is the best day of my life." which was cute but mind boggling because who the hell in their right mind likes moving especially when the person you are helping move has relatively little to no stress management skills and was being a total dickhead all day? Didn't seem to bug my boy though. I noted that I need to learn by his example sometimes. So, got the boyfriend moved in, got the truck back and went to Outback where we ingested 4 double margaritas a piece...which was nice because it was the first time the entire day I saw my boyfriend smile. I am sure that leaving the one place you have called home for four years, the only place he has known since he moved here in 2000, can't be easy and I know he loved living in the heart of Hollywood. To me, the traffic, the bums, the underlying odor of ass combined with a sprinkle of piss is well, less than homey. He'll get over it because there ain't no way in hell I am raising my kid in Hollywood. As a parent, your kid comes first. Hands down. The boyfriend seems to understand that although he does voice his disdain for this area. He can bitch all he wants. He has it made now. Got to move in with his girlfriend who worships him, cooks, cleans, is cool and brings home chicks once in a while. What more could a guy want? LOL!

Was able to take the kid to the zoo in the afternoon which turned out to not be a very well thought out idea being that going to the zoo involves walking...and walking...and more walking...and of course all the cool Halloween stuff they had for kids like the feeding of pumpkins to the hippos went down around 10 am...when I was still in bed (hey it's the weekend, I'm entitled). It was kind of funny though seeing all of the people dressed up. I felt like I was at a RPG convention. As usual, I felt sorry for the animals and was grumpy and tired by the time we got home. Had to rush around to find a pumpkin for my son to carve and of course every goddamn pumpkin in Burbank was sold. Poor baby. He was a little disappointed but luckily I was able to distract him with trick or treating. Why is it that every time you DON'T bring a jacket, it is nipplefreezin fuckin cold? I was freezin my tits off walking up and down neighborhoods until we got to this creepy house...fog...coffin out front...scary music...I was thinking Man these guys get into it and I thought I kicked ass because I put up some orange lights and some fake spiderwebs with 3 plastic spiders on our porch... when it happened...I heard a chainsaw and out of the fog came what could only be described as the body of Michael Meyers, the head of Jason and the chainsaw action of Leatherface. Coming at me. OK I know this was a costume but that guy scared me! My son jumped and as I started stepping backwards, the coffin lid flew open and a guy reached out and grabbed my son's arm...we bolted down the street! The scary chainsaw guy kept following us in this long steady stride almost to the corner. It was so cool! Next year I am going to pretend to have a ripper...put some Alka Selzter in my mouth and start foaming while I convulse. HAHHAHA

So the lame Halloween decorations are still up outside, drenched and matted...I think I will just leave em til it stops raining and they're dry. Living with someone again is cool. We are so compatible it's scary. Living with me is helping him in a lot of ways, straightening his ass out which only benefits and of course his love and support never goes unappreciated. The only thing I need to get used to is his goddamn snoring. It's like sleeping next to a fucking lawnmower. Playing housewife is fun for now but I am looking forward to a new career come the new year. Til then, tequila, my friends...tequila.

posted by Rachel @ 1:27 AM 4 Comments