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hair color of choice for the next few weeks, this will change guaranteed. Pic was taken at the zoo, I was picked up at the bus stop from an awesome group of people, including Em, Rusty (Rage and Kohnas dad), and Rage and Kohna, for a monday funday since the kids are on spring break. :)

GRIM3 TIL I DI3

What the hell does THAT mean? How does one 'grime'. Grime to me means filth, I wouldn't want to be filthy till I die, I like bubble baths wayyy too much. So Emily texts me... here I'll just list this current ongoing text conversation..





Emily: Hey hw.ru?when ru coming down again? Lisa wants her hair cut! Kohna needs 1 also!


GRIM3 TIL I DI3





Me: Emily, what is on the bottom of your text..





Emily: Ah Jaron did it!


GRIM3 TIL I DI3





Me: Dude, change it.





Emily: Keeping it 4 a month! Promised Jaron! Hw.hv.u been?when ru coming down again?


GRIM3 TIL I DI3





Me: I'll come down when it doesn't say grime til i die. And I'll be fantastic when it doesn't say grime til i die, how are you?



Emily: Mostly good thx!

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Me: You're ignoring my request. You don't want to see me?



-there is a delay where Emily is obviously ignoring me. Once again, I dont do hair, and I dont really know how. I don't see how I'm being labeled as this 'stylist' that isn't. I sent her a text during this time saying "Switch it to, 'Ever do it in the butt??' just to see what people say"
:)
muhahaa.

One more thing-

I google-imaged the guy, Xavier judd looks like a rat. You know how some people look like animals? He looks like some sort of dirty rat. That is all.

Rock music love crushes.

Aparrantly Em's is called Xavier Rudd. Never heard of the dude, so I did what any normal average person would do... google time!
This afternoon I got an always random text message from my sister (after I had already talked to her today on the phone), instructing me to call and listen to her voicemail. I knew something was up.
My sister isn't tech advanced enough to know how to upload mp3's on her cell, well, shit, she doesn't even own a computer, so, nevermind.
What does she do? She sticks her damn cell like RIGHT by the speaker and blasts a song, thinking the closer she holds her phone to the speaker, the highest quality of sound will be there. Oh, and she doesn't decide to just do the chorus or the more common part of the song.... it was the whole fricken thing. All I heard was this muffled decently pretty song. He's pretty cool, kinda folk/blues/rock, which is all that's pretty much out there right now.
That was the random Emily thing of the day, except for her not realizing what day it was. She told me that on Sunday she's going to bring up the kids to the zoo and would love to have me be the suprise guest, (HELL YEAH!). Then she said that Rage and Kohna have different spring breaks... I found that odd since they are both in the same school district area. Anywho, I point out how today in fact is March 19th, and she argued with me for a good minute before actually looking to see that it was, loser.
My reply to her saying she sucks at recording his greatness? "He sounds like a girl." Seriously this guy can blast a better falsetto, prettier too, than my lungs can pipe. neener neener my sister has a crush on a guy who sounds like a GIIIIIIIIRL. Ha. This is going down in history, folks.

Help!

So this past weekend I decided to try to kill my liver by joining the annual Celtic Pub Crawl with a good friend down in Monroe. Needless to say I was passed out by 630pm on my parents couch in my weird but appropriate attire of the day. Classy.

Friday night a friend and I were out for fish (duh) and a random text from Em comes in saying she needs help drinking some Jager.

Ahem, I did what any loving sister would do.

Jagerbombs for dessert!

Forget the fact that I had to be up to drink AGAIN in the morning, ay yi yi. So on we go to Emily's place. I got to see Rage, which was awesome, and I was able to talk to Kohna and Alex on the phone the day before, but didn't get to see them since they were at thier dads place. On a side note Rage switched schools and is doing fabulous up in New Glarus, kinda rhymes, heh.

Anywho, we get there and Em proclaims "hey i want you to cut my hair!"

Again, I'm not a hair stylist, I'm not licensed in shit. Lol... I'm a damn massage therapist, but she still believes I'm this great hair cutter. So, what style did we go with? PIXIE, hahhahaha.. see pic. I used kitchen scissors and an old brush.. the ladies at cameo would flip if they were reading this right now, ha.

I don't think I did a bad job! But, not so sure I did a good one, she can't see the back of her head and I secretly prefer it that way.

One year.

So it's been about a year since she was diagnosed, and she's still kicking ass.. and taking names- just not at bartime, she's happy with the dude still, yay! The progression has been slow, it can stay that way, really, I don't mind.
I called her up the other day to once again get her voicemail that her friend made for her trying to sound like her. She really needs to change that, it's lame. When she called me back there was The Doors blasting in the background with my little neice Kohna singing along at the top of her lungs. Rock on little one!
A year, damn, time flies. At this time last year I was home visiting, learning about what would be my ultimate decision to move home. She still has no idea that it's really why. Before I had learned about my ovarian cyst and needed surgery I found out about her, and I had actually had a ticket lined up for me to move home in May of last year. Then along came my health shit, then it got pushed back to June. Such is life.
Moving back home and being around the people I love and love me back was probably the best decision I've ever made in my life, of course, it's close to moving away to an island when I was 21, breaking up with someone that I needed to break up with and ending up moving BACK to the island a couple years later, solo, for some self-discovery. Wouldn't change a damn thing for the world.
Back to the matter at hand, damn, one year. There will be plenty more. 11:11, make that wish..

we gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo' birthday

Tomorrow she is the big 29. I was hoping to be able to see her since her and Rage are going to be up around here, but apparantly they have a lot of shit to do, such is life. I'm thinking of sending her a male stripper but I don't think Monroe has those. If they did? It would be a classy guy I'm sure, maybe with all his teeth.. if she's lucky.

So we talked on the phone, she's still with "teenager". And I told her the story of cowboy-gone-wrong. Summed up? Never date someone who's banged one step-sister and now wants to do the other one. I'm waiting for the country song on that one. I've respectfully removed myself from all interaction with that clan.

Moving on, I guess they went up north the other weekend, and she loved it! It's always nice to get away, I think I gotta do that soon. She's met the parents, and everyone seems to get along, so I'm pretty damn happy for my sis :) Despite all the crud that's going on, hearing that everything is going good and she's happy is pretty much all I need.