Mmmm... SEXY. Vegas was pretty freaking awesome.

Lets see...

Stayed at the PARIS. That was nice. They played french music in the elevators and their creme brulee was delish.

Played slots a bit...

Caught a show...

Did some sightseeing...

Made some new friends...

... and then some.

Yep. :)

Good times.

Seriously.

GOOD TIMES.

~*~
@ the show
nicole: Oh no... he has long hair
chelle: Oh i know.. thats gross!
nicole: cut your hair!!
*continues watching guy with long hair do his thing... might I mention a very nice thing*
nicole: You know.. long hair isn't too bad.
chelle: I can deal with it.

"He can bang bang chicken me anytime"

"Mmmm... bad boy"

"Yay! Boxer briefs!"

"I like men... I like men... men are hot... men are hot..."

"Bend your knees... shake and squivel"

"Hi... oh my gosh.. You guys are making me nervous."

The funniest thing happened at work today...

So while we were in the shop, this man comes up to the back door wearing a suit and carring something that looks like pillows. Well, he stops right at the door and says "Does anyone know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"

Of course I know the answer. But being the bright girl that I am, I just don't say it out loud. In my mind, I KNOW he's gonna try to sell us something... Everyone else in the room is just silent, with the exception of Dough who asks "What!?!"

"Does anyone know who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"

Sonny, who is also bright but overly friendly and excited to know the answer screams "SPONGEBOB!"

"Thats right! And look what I have here..." the man replies has he reveals his product: Spongebob Squarepants Sleepingbags.

"NO."

But the man doesn't hear Brandy... and as he's about to embark on his Spongebob sleepingbag spheel when Brandy says loudly "NO"

The man gets it. He takes his sleeping bags and goes next door... without hopes of spreading the spongebob love to someone who'd appreciate it.

Of course, Brandy, Doug, and Sara had NO IDEA what the man was talking about... they though "pineapple under the sea" was some kind of "drug code" or something. But Sonny and I would go into these fits and giggles thinking about the man and his random question of the day. Really. How many people has he been sucessful in selling his "goods" to with that line? Its just too hialrious.

Sunday... I woke up to recieve a call from Jen. She asked me if I was going to go visit Nanang at the hospital. I told her that I wasn't thinking about it... but then she said that her dad had called her and apparently her dad, my dad, and my aunt were making "arrangements" because it wasn't looking good for Nanang.

Basically, this trip to the hospital was to say "goodbye."

I was in shock. I was upset. I was angry at my dad for not telling me in the first place. I had no idea what was going on. I was scared.

Normally, I'm not one of those "I hate hospitals" folks. I can go to volunteer, have tests done, visit mom... but that day I just did not want to be there. The smell was sickening and you could feel it begining to stick to your clothes. The walk to the SCU seemed long and once we got in, the walk to her bed seemed to go in slowmotion.

The room was pretty dim except for the glow of the different machines she was attached to. Nanang was sleeping and she looked so small in her bed. I can't say that she looked fine since she's been slowly diminishing since she's been at the home but I guess I can say that she appeared not to be... um...

Thankfully mom came and so she went to the desk to see what exactly was Nanangs condition. She was dehydrated... but at the moment stablized. At that moment, she's ok. And thats when we were all able to breathe again.

The rest of the time in Nanangs room was spent reminicing about some of the good ole "Concepcion" days... and a lot of the not so good ones. Blah.

Anyways, I haven't been able to have a real talk with Nanang for many years now due to the Alzheimer's and what not, but when I do see her when I get the chance... she recognizes me. I know she does. I wanted her to wake up right then and there and just to see that we were there and that we loved her.

Its kinda funny when you think about the whole thing though. My overdramatic cousin JR, every Christmas and Thanksgiving, would say Grace before family dinners... and each time he would say something to the extent of that year's holiday maybe Nanang's last. Even Nanang herself when she was still her crazy, normal, self would say that she was dying when she just had a cramp in her foot and needed to be massaged. And even now, my dad, uncle, and aunt were making "plans" and she wasn't gone. At this rate, Nanang is going to outlive us all.

Of course I'm joking and while I'm trying to see the lighter side of this... she's still sick. She's going to have a tube put into her stomach and she'll be fed through that from now on, which is a really good thing since feeding her orally was practically impossible. But this is the solution at the moment and I'm praying to God that this works. So if you can keep her in your prayers, I'll be very grateful.


~*~
Anyways, life just got a bit more hectic seeing that school started up this week. My schedule isn't too bad, but work has pretty much turned into a fulltime thing. Or at least it feels like it. Oh my. But its all good... Sonny works with me now and I see him ALL THE TIME. AT WORK. AT HOME. Thank GOD for school. :P Just kidding Sonny! Its actually cool to have him there and Sarah (the new girl) because its like I have little playmates with me at work instead of me doing thing all by myself. :)

GAMEPLAN for next weekend!
jeanyah: you should go eat a corndog in front of greg ...
jeanyah: sean
jeanyah: whatever
jeanyah: he'll fall in love with you

Ah... if only it were that easy Jean... if only.

Every so often, I'll work at a location that I'll mentally put on my "places I wanted to get married at" list. But never have I gone to a place where I have been so blown away by until I got to decorate the former Park Place Hotel in Los Angeles. It's just absolutely beautiful there. Park Plaza Hotel was built in 1925 and its detailed Art Deco architecture is just breathtaking. The moment I walked through the door, I was in love with the building. Not even seeing the rooms, I offically declared it as "THE PLACE." Ok... so I guess now I just gotta do is fine "THE GROOM" and save "THE MONEY" to get it... but seriously, its like a girl-fantasy found. So, when I went back for the teardown at 1am, I brought my camera. :)

The front entrance of the former Park Plaza Hotel. Isn't it gorgeous!?!
My pictures doesn't really do it justice, but then again, its 4am and proper lighting is working against me.


The ceiling of one of the ballrooms. You can't see it very well, but theres amazing designs painted on it. Its so detailed that your eye is just constantly looking at something.


Light fixtures in the ceremony room.


The elevator at the hotel was one of those old school elevators where you had to close the door yourself and pull/push on the lever to lift you up and down. Ohmygoodness... it was FREAKY and yet kind of fun in an eerie way. Anyways, so this is a picture of the floor indicator above the elevator door. I could almost imagine it spinning out of control as an elevator falling into something dark and awful. But I survived and only screamed twice for the holy heavens to hear me.

I actually would like to go back someday with my SLR and just have a field day with the place. Its funny though because security was so adamant about us not going above the 2nd floor... which prompted my imagination to concoct visions of ghosts and secrets needing to be uncovered. Its so delicious in that building!! The ballrooms all have a unique feel to them and it's just rich with eye art deco candy. Awww... so pretty.

I guess the only "bad point" against it is that it's not in the greatest part of LA. As we were packing the trailer, there was this helicopter that kept on passing above us and into the nearby park. In addition the bums that were just hovering constantly around us... Sonny said he saw a hooker too. Eek!

Anyways since I'm not going to be getting married anytime soon.... can we say that I am absolutely in love with this puppy! :) She is the most precious thing...




Mom with Penelope... where's the puppy!?!

:) Too cute huh. I hate to imagine what I would do when I have real KIDS one day. Oh my.

:) WE GOT A PUPPY!! YAAAAAAYYY!

Her name is Penelope, she's 2 months old, and shes the CUTEST THING EVER!

We were thinking of the name of "WAWA" which would have been short for "chihuahua" but we decided that Penelope would be more fitting for the CUTEST PUPPY EVER! :)


AND she fits in my purse. :) Awww... puppy love!

A great big HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY! to my bestest Mom ever!!

Love you love you LOVE YOU!!

I totally thought about her today at work because while KBIG was playing some Prince song... and I suddenly remembered how Mom would say that she couldn't stand listening to Prince because he always sounded like he was touching himself.

And theres your random Mom tidbit of the day. :)

Happy Birthday Joe!
*muah* Long time no see... do you still look the same?

:)

"I know I know I know I know I know I want you.... I want you."

Ahhh the weekends come and they go so quickly. Its a shame when you wake up Sunday morning knowing that tomorrow its gonna be back to the mundane habits of the real world. But I do love my Sundays though. When God said that on the 7th day, we rest... she wasn't kidding.

The weekend wasn't too horrid workwise. My wedding on Saturday was an afternoon wedding... so I actually got to sleep in a bit. :) As I was decorating a gazebo for a ceremony, some kids were playing nearby. I guess they were fighting over 1) who's gonna climb the tree and 2) The piece of chain that was on the tree. I don't know who won though, but I have my money on the little girl who cried "I'M GONNA KICK YOU IN THE BALLS."

Man. I miss those days when you could scream phrases like that and still be considered as cute.

Afterwards, Sonny and I went over to Dielle's house for Tati's birthday party where Carlene met up with us. Actually, it was more like 7 other kids' birthdays so it was cake galore over there. (There was one particular chocolate cake that was just delicious. Everyone was fawning over it. Jamie said that the "icing was made out of love." It was that good.) Got to see Chelle, Melissa, Erica, Andrew and other old faces... although I came home feeling incredibly old. ;P It was still a lot of fun. Stephen and John had a mini jam session in the garage that was amazing. Watch out now... those boys are talented! :) There was fobby karaoke (with the MAGIC MIC) that was accompanied with somewhat dirty dancing from lolas in their chineleas in the kitchen, chinese jumprope, pusoydos, and I think I just scored a date for GRADNITE with Andrew. WHOOHOO!! ;)

Unfortunantly, party time ended early for Carlene, Sonny and myself because we had a teardown over in Industry.... where we SCORED bigtime. As I was making a final walkthrough of the ballroom, I found a whole bag of mints! MINTS! In these little cute tiny purple pouches! Can we say JACKPOT!?!

Oh.. speaking of "jackpot" look at the big win from Sunday night at DAVE AND BUSTERS!!

Animal!

Insane huh. Its HUGE! I've never had enough tickets to get something of this magnitude from the wall-o-prizes, but Carlene and I got addicted to this one game and became quite good at it... and so this was the end result. I know I know... a couple thousand tickets more and we would have had an X box or something... but since we 1) already have one 2) we're girls... the stuffed "ANIMAL" worked out quite nicely for us.

Speaking of XBOX... Adrian and Joseph came over before the D&B debauchery and we had dinner, swapped rafting pics, and played Kung Fu Chaos on the box until the fateful knock on the door. It was quite like old times except we couldn't bust the super bad ass CONTRA codes that allowed us infinity lives. Talk about them good old days... :)

At work, we listen to KBIG. Its the "Listen at work station." :) Its a sweet compromise between Doug's classic rock and my pop fix. And at 12 o'clock, there's the NOONTIME DISCO WORKOUT. Everyone's a winner!

Until now, the dial has wandered far from our precious 104.3. The new girl LOVES country.

I can stand it. Really I can. I can sing along with the Shania. I know Faith. Dixie Chicks... yeah. I can hold my own. But after 4 hours of listening to THE MAN twang on and on about losing his house, wife, and dog... I wanted to put someone out of their misery. I didn't know if THE MAN's or my own.

Whats funny is that during every other song or so, the new girl will say "Oh gosh... I HATE this song." Apparently she doesn't like 1) Songs that have references to God and all things that are holy ie. Angels and Heaven 2) Songs that have a patriotic theme to them 3) Songs that are "trailer-trash-ish" meaning they talk about getting shotguns and feeding rum to horses... or something of the sort.

Perhaps its just me, but aren't those all common in country music? Granted, they DO have some really nice love songs that can make you BAWL when you hear them. (Seriously. Whats up with those songs? They toy with your emotions I tell you. Have you heard Tim McGraw's "Don't Take the Girl?" Is so pretty... and yet... I'm a blubbering fool by the end of it. Download and feel my agony.) But really, that would be like someone saying they LOVE rap music... but only the ones that are gramatically correct.

Exactly.

Oh.. by the way... I SUCK HARDCORE. :( I forgot Melissa's birthday!! soooo...
HAPPY 'belated' BIRTHDAY MELISSA!!
I shall have a half naked man birthday card and best of David Hasselhoff cd for you soon! ;) *muah*

YAY!! We got our rafting pictures in the mail today! Look!

DAY ONE: SATAN'S SESPOOL

Here we are about to hit "Satan's Sespool". Doesn't it sound deliciously sinister!?! By the way, if you couldn't tell, Adrian found the camera. ;P


Apparently Joseph found it did too.


Wheee! Right after this, we hit a rock on the left (your right) and Matt (the white dude gripping his paddle rather fiercely in the front) fell out. Funny thing is that the water was pretty still and I guess the seat was slippery after the "sespool" Poor guy... but we saved him. :)

DAY 2: "TROUBLEMAKER"

This is us about to hit the "Troublemaker". The name of the rapid itself isn't as exciting as "Satan's Sespool" but it was a bit wilder than expected.


"Oh damn" is right.

More pics from the disposal camera. YAY for waterproof!

Tent sweet insect infested tent.


This is Zack our riverguide with Carlene and Sonny.
Isn't he the cutest!? *my hero*


Here's Adrian after his fall into the river. How bad-ass is that! :)


No Comment. But I'm guessing this was the face I had as I was floating down the river when I went overboard. Of course there were more rocks and rapids... and my face was probably a bit more pathetic and puppydog-ish underneath the hat and glasses.


They told us that there would be cameras along the river... so the guys decided to practice. Uh huh.


Yep. The waterproof camera works.


... and that was my summer vacation. :)
THE END.

Awww... can I say that I just HEART Laurie Notaro. I recieved a packet from her today that had a handwritten note (oOoo), some stickers and magnets, and a certificate stating that I am an offical "Idiot Girl." (Not that I need a certificate to make it offical... but you know.) I also think she sent me drugs in the form of a packet of pills called "femcaps" that are "superior menstrual relief without drowsiness". I don't know about that... but I guess its the thought that counts. :) Anyways, I'm the happiest little Laurie Notaro fan in the whole wide world. :) I think I shall read her book (again) tonight and giggle myself into sweet slumber.

Anyways, after oversleeping and missing my class, I took complete advantage of my free day running errands with Sonny and spurging on $1.50 hotdogs and drinks at COSTCO. (We didn't even have a membership card... we're BAAAD!) I also got my hairdid at Montclair where my stylist Monique at first was looking at my head as if it were a puzzle. Apparently, the girl who gave me the highlights did them so "well" that the stylist now couldn't decipher the pattern nor the color that she had used. After debating the method of attacking my roots, she fixed them, cut my hair, and took a picture of me and my head because she (and some of her fellow stylist) was so in awe of her handiwork. Yeah, I was a bit weirded out by that... but hey it all came out alright, I'm not bald, and my hair is feeling healthy and happy. :) So I'm not gonna complain.

Ok. Enough with the "ME" talk... whats up with "YOU?!"

You: "Well Nicole.....








..... and then the bald eagle flew and took our bacon away!!"


OH MY GOODNESS!! :) Wow... that's insane I tell you. Insane. ;)

Despite numerous bug bites on my body... my weekend was alright and not as hectic as I thought it would be. Busy, yes... but not TOO bad. I survived 5 weddings, 2 take downs, driving a giant "soccer mom" van, sweltering heat, wilting flowers, and shaky hands as I decorated a wedding cake... :) YAY!

Tonight, I thought was gonna to be a nightmare, and although at first it was pretty bad... in the end I had a lot of fun. :) It was my dad's college reunion dinner dance... and since he was helping organizing it, he asked Carlene, Mom, and I to go. Of course we were pretty hesitant at first... usually dinner dances like these were pretty boring unless you had other "kids" to play with (But NO! April didn't go! Boo hoo!) and at these organizations that my dad heads up, we have to play "trophy family" and smile... A LOT. Not to mention the ever continuating "dad" drama... and there was that little thing for my mom about seeing my dad in his "friend-surroundings" again after 5 years. Oh lordy. But in the end, we all got dolled up and went to the reunion... with Sonny in tow. Yep... Carlene was going to introduce him to dad for the very first time. SO I guess you can say there was a whole lot of nerves in the car on the way over there.

But once again, we all survived. Nothing like 5 glasses of champagne and filipino line dancing to make you night complete. There was no drama and everyone was on their best behavior. :) Actually, it was more than that... everyone was just... (I'm thinking of another word for "drunk" to insert here)... HAPPY. Happy to see each other... happy to see us... happy to see everyone happy... and I'm actually pretty happy that I went tonight. Yep.

Last night, I woke up to hear a slight "buzz" in my ear and my arm being incredibly itchy. At first, I thought I was still in my dream because it in, I had been bitten by some huge insect... but dammit... IT WASN'T A DREAM! This ITTY BITTY little flying thing attacked me in my sleep and sucked my left arm like crazy!!! The thing though, is that when I got up to see if I can kill it... I couldn't find it. But when I turned off the lights and attempted to go back to sleep... I'd hear the buzz near my ear again. Like it was TAUNTING me! So I got up again and sprayed down with my left over OFF INSECT REPELLENT from camping. I have more bites now then I did when camping. Argh. And since I'm allergic to bug bites... my entire left arm is PUFFY!!

I'm on heavy medications at the moment... and once I get home from work tonight (out of public) I shall be applying my special "chinese bug medicine" that my mom found out the formula from and had lab guys at the work re-create for me in BULK since this has been an ailment of mine since I've been little. It smells like tennis balls/tires and when applied.. its straight up white spots on my arm. :(

I hurt and I itch. :( And I'll still hear the "buzzing" around the house. DAMN THAT STUPID INSECT!!

My car's fixed. YAY! I'm just really poor now. BOO! Bummer huh.

Anyways, nothing makes you feel girlier then putting on a cute skirt, a sexy pair of heels, and being twirled about in the arms of a man to some good live music. Unfortunantly, a good majority of the men tonight at the club were short... but it really didn't matter. It was still a lot of fun. Marissa, Tina, Holly and I were sal-sal-salsaing the night away at the Conga Room in LA. At first when we walked in, we got totally freaked out because it seemed like EVERYONE COULD DANCE. And not just like the simple stuff... but like "let me turn you a couple hundred times as you fling your leg in the air" GOOD dancing. But as the night progressed and as the drinks got stronger... it was all "bueno." :) I got ackwardly twisted about from my partner a bit at first, but I learned and I didn't run to as many people afterwards. Oh... i noticed this one dude on the dance floor looked familiar to me... he was dancing really well and all of a sudden it hit me... IT WAS THE ZACK... THE BLACK POWER RANGER! Seriously... it was! That power ranger can dance! At first I wasn't sure, but Tina confirmed it because apparently he had 4 fingers or something and Tina had heard something about him only having 4 fingers. I dunno... but yeah... it was definitely a GREAT night. :)

OH. Has anyone see that new show called "OC" (aka... ORANGE COUNTY... bleh.) Apparently the "bad boy" who's from the "other side of the tracks" is from CHINO. CHINO. Come on... other side of the track? Thats just silly. There are no bay boys over there... just cows. And they're making it out to be like South Central LA or something. LAMME. Anyways, we all know NORCO is the dark side. :P

I just yelled at my sister because she was ANNOYING the crap out of me. ANNOYING. You know like how you can just get so annoyed that your whole body just tenses up and you're frustrated to the point where you can't verbally describe your feelings? Yeah.. like that. She just kept on insisting and insisting... and when I rolled my eyes and groaned "Oh my gosh... I'm gonna scream"... she laughed. The brat snickered at me. So I screamed. I screamed LOUD and in my "psycho voice" (which is a very rare voice that I use... in fact its only used when extremely "irked"). My dear little sister got all angry and left my room in a giant huff.

And now I feel a bit bad. You might call it *guilt*. I really should have kept my loud voice in check... but then I don't think I would have had a moment's peace without it. Not that I'm feeling any sort of "peace" at the moment...

DAMMIT!

In another paragraph...

Thing that pisses me off sometimes is when you do something... and then someones tells you how you did it wrong or how you could have improved upon it. In a nutshell, I don't take criticism well. I think its my wack way of thinking though... if someone says "why didn't you..." it interprets in my mind as "hey dumbass... yeah you... let me count the ways you're retarded" and I basically shut down. Don't talk to me. This doesnt happen all the time though... thats just unhealthy. It only happens when certain people do it... over and over and over again that you can't help to think that theres something wrong.

Oh, but say something to the extent of "Good job"... I'll become your puppy dog and bask in the sunshine of your "love." I guess I'm just pathetic and easy like that. Eager to please.

Ugh. Enough with the "Woe is me" blog. Its not going anywhere, I'm not making sense, and I'm not feeling any relief from this "vent." Another fine example not being able to verbally communicate how I'm feeling. If I could... I'd grunt. But that just hurts my throat. :P Plus in 5 days time I'm sure I'll look back and roll my eyes at another overdramatic moment in which I made myself a victim of absolutely nothing.

Either AOL has done something really awesome to stop spam and junk email all together... or I'm just really unpopular amongst the porn/winning free vacation/enlarge penis size/saving bad credit emailing industry anymore because I'm just not getting them. I'm not complaining though. Its just that... I'm not recieving any emails at all. Its all very weird... but kinda nice... and a bit sad seeing that those were the only email I had been getting and now my mailbox is just EMPTY. Boo hoo?

Oh wells.

Anyways, today I got to train the new girl at work. Ooooo "train the new girl"... that phrase just makes me sound so "professional." Well, not really, but it does sound pretty impressive I think. Speaking of impressive, there are 5 weddings this weekend... something tells me I'm gonna be sleeping during a good majority of Sunday. But I'm excited... I'll be getting my very own ceremony! I get to decorate the Crystal Cathedral on my own! OoOoO! And since we have the new girl helping out, I'm sure things will go a bit faster in the shop this week. Well, I hope at least. Anyways, its just nice in general to have someone new at the shop. Brandy and Doug tell me that I shouldn't be overly friendly and scare the new girl... so I guess asking if we can braid each others' hair might be a tad bit overkill. Maybe next week. ;)

Hmmm anything else? Summer school... fine. Car... will soon be fine. Hair is no longer falling out and is adjusting nicely to new shampoo and conditioner... and as soon as I can get my roots fixed and the ends trimmed, it'll be fine. Friends... fine. Love life... non-existant, but I'm completely fine about it at the moment. Family... fine despite some embarassing laundry situations that I won't be speaking of. I found out last week that one of my old friends is getting married... I have parking on my Disneyland pass... and Carlene's finger isn't broken! I'm excited for Labor Day because a whole bunch of my family from my mom's side whom I havent seen in ages are all gonna be in Vegas and I have the weekend off to go play with them... and then some. ;) Dane Cook is on my CD player, I have 10 toes, and I have a new book that I'm just itching to start reading. So really, I can't complain over here... Basically things are good. :) YAY!

CrAzYmondo: everything cool?
Auto response from spaznik: call if you want some ;-)
dinner.. that is.
CrAzYmondo: with the fire and all
CrAzYmondo: NO RESPONSE!
CrAzYmondo: NOOOOO!
CrAzYmondo: THE FIRE GOT YOU!
CrAzYmondo: NOOOOOO!!!
CrAzYmondo: WHY YOU!
CrAzYmondo: WHY NOT SOMEONE ELSE!
CrAzYmondo: OK I'm over it :-)

At first, I thought Mondo was either A) smoking crack or B) making a crack about my cooking skills... little did I know that there really was a blazing fire raging through Chino Hillls. Luckily we're closer to the "Chino" part than the "Hills" and nowhere near the fire that there really was no alarm for my well-being. Whew. I also learned later that no one was injured and no homes were harmed. SO thats even BETTER news. :) But if there had been a fire in my backyard, I'm sure I would have announced it on AIM via a very geeky away message. :P

Oh my goodness gracious.

:)

Today... was a TERRIFFIC day.

I got to ride the carrousel (with a pretty pink horse)... take some pictures with fobby asain tourists... share some candy apples with my mom, sister, and sister's Canadian boyfriend... spend some *good times* with good friends... AND when I got to my computer... I found the sweetest most greatest email in my mailbox. LAURIE NOTARO wrote to me. She found my lamenting blog about missing her book signing and she wrote to me. *gasp* Can I just say that I yelled "OH MY GOODNESS!", had a HUGE smile on my face... and if I weren't so eager to read the email, I would have pranced about my room like a britney spears backup dancer. Aww... I'm so happy. :)

Anyways, poor Carlene apparently broke her finger when she slammed the door on it Friday night coming home from the Dane Cook show. And I guess in typical Concepcion fashion, rather than going to the hospital right after... we waited till... SUNDAY to go. (flashbacks of falling down Nordstrom garage parking stairs, landing on my arm, proceeding to shop until it was TOO painful... only having to drive myself 50 miles home... only to be told by my mom *the nurse* that its only bruised... only to discover 3 days later that it was broken by a doctor) Since then though, we've been packing it on frozen foods (mostly corn) seeing that we have no ice and mom made a splint for her using popsicle sticks (which was replaced by fancy one from Rite-Aid. You can't sell expensive purses with popsicle sticks stuck to your finger.) But I guess the doctor said that it is broken (I think... or something) and she's doing alright. :) And we've been eating meals with corn in it. Yay? :)

MmMmm... DANE COOK. Choke me... spank me... pull my hair. OH MY GOODNESS... He was freaking HILARIOUS! If you ever get the chance to see him live in person... GO! GO GO GO GO! :) Totally made my night. :) He's just absolutely delicious!

*sigh* I HEART DANE COOK

Afterwards, we got to meet him! I also got an autograph but I somehow misplaced it between the parking lot at the Spectrum and the ride home. :( If someone finds a pink piece of paper with the name DANE COOK written on it in sexy handwriting... please please tell me. :( At least Sonny got his cd and dvd autographed... AND we have pictures... AND at least I got to see him LIVE... so the night wasn't a bust. For a while they wouldnt let us in to the Improv because there had been a fire alarm... and we thought we would be DANE-LESS like last time we attempted to see him... but YAY! WE SAW HIM! :) I'm happy.