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i went to provo last night to see my mom in the hospital, where she’s recovering from surgery. i don’t deal well with other people being sick. i don’t think it’s that i’m being selfish, i think always being the patient teaches you to deal with your own health issues and not those of others. that’s just life. so, having a sick mother isn’t easy for me. seeing her in a hospital bed nearly killed me. between that and the disgusting smell of hospitals i ended up sick to my stomach in the bathroom. luckily holli and the twins got there shortly thereafter, providing some much needed levity to the situation.

i think the god of rock and roll looked down on me with pity, because when i got into my car to head home “you give love a bad name” was playing on the radio. i rocked out, and life was suddenly good again.

i’m starting to wonder if i have a superhero fetish. first there was captain american now this! seriously, what’s next batgirl?

pmk sent me an email regarding our new office dress code. he’s crazy if he thinks i’m going to wear a blouse or cut my mullet. luckily, there’s nothing in there about fishnets and knee shorts, because that’s what i’m wearing today. for real.

– Generally, Oxfords & slacks for males, blouses & skirts for females.
– No T-shirts.
– No Jeans.
– No open toed shoes.
– No Dickies.
– No Carhart.
– No Mullets.

it’s no secret i’m the office pervert. remember the veggies? however, when pmk gave me this book i started wondering if i’m really that bad.let’s see–there’s this, this, and this. fine, he’s got a valid point. is it too late for new year resolutions??

by now i hope we’ve all seen al gore’s global warming movie. if you haven’t do yourself a favor and rent it soon. i like to kid that al gore invented global warming around the time he invented the internet, but in reality he has a message that needs to be heard.

pmk attended a meeting about it in park city last night. to read his thoughts on the subject go here.

my best friend, midge, is cultivating a miniature set of balls and a tiny little penis inside of her. it’s really weird if you think about it too long, weird in a sweet creating life sort of way, i guess.

congratulations my dear!

ak blew his knee out and isn’t allowed to “real” ski for a month, i’m not sure how, i assume it’s from being so old! though, i’ve found the silver lining: he finally has the time to teach me to ski. yeah, after 31 years i’m finally going to make an attempt to enjoy something about the winter besides sundance. i’ve never learned because i hate being cold, but i found there’s something i hate even more than the cold…being left out! i’m sick of my brothers having ski days and not inviting me.

a friend with boy parts (crucial when seeing a football movie) and i went to see we are marshall tonight. i’ve been wanting to see it, but knew it was going to be a tearjerker so taking ben was not an option as he was the brother who cried in the land before time up until high school, bless his tender, wussy, little heart.

i cried like a baby 12 times, only once because matthew mcconaughey reminds me of captain america. when we walked out of the movie, i mentioned to my friend not to tell anyone, he reminded me it was ok to admit to having a heart. i guess, but i still blame the tears on my sars, because when your throat hurts it’s ok to cry.

i mentioned to the office girls that i wasn’t dating anyone at the moment, and somehow it resulted in this…

it’s possible i just jinxed myself, which would probably really please my mother.