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Name: Tracie
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 6/19/1984
Gender: Female
Interests: Acorn hunting, sleeping, tv, moovies, chillin, prancing, taiko, skiing, watching bball (not skilled enough to say "play") ~ Sac Kings woo woo, playing around hehe
Expertise: sleeping, making odd noises (ee!), prowling for acorns, dogs  , Wayne's World and Lilo & Stitch (I know those movies all tooo weeell), fluttering my streamer heh, quirkiness (yes, I've mastered this art), pole dancing (hah lol), oh and procrastination.
Occupation: Student
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AIM:  hashbrwn02
Member Since:
2/8/2003
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| Picture time... a bit random.
I got my Grandma a pumpkin, she drew the face, and I figured Lady's black... she mUst have a picture w/a pumpkin.
Lady wearing Kona's "B-Day Dog" hat.
I thought Rylie might grow into her body, but no -- she's still ugly. hahahaha... I love her though.
Aw, Rylie and Lady are holding hands like friends ... or lesbian dogs.
I've been inked by a latex glove. I took the glove out of the small box, but it was big. I just shrugged it off. When I took the glove off after scanning a volunteer today, I noticed an "M". I washed my hand, but it didn't go away. Then I came home, scrubbed like crazy, hand was red, and the damn thing was still there. Stupid latex glove. Stupid person that wrote an M on it. Stupid me for not realizing it. hah
Now, the best picture of all ... my new love and possibly future investment:
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Cuisinart Mix It In Soft Serve Ice Cream Maker
$129.99 |
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Professional-quality soft serve ice cream, yogurt, sorbet and sherbet
is now available right at home, with the Cuisinart Mix It in Soft Serve
Ice Cream Maker. Not only does it make everyone's favorites, but with
three built-in condiment dispensers, it makes them extra delicious!
Just a pull of a tab send sprinkles, chips and other mix-ins down the
chute to mix right into frozen desserts as cones or bowls are filled.
Operation is fully automatic; simply pour in the ingredients and turn
the dial! |
Suh-weet!! A bit pricy... but with one of those 20% off coupons to Linen 'n Things, that's ...what .... approximately $105. Not too shabby... :P One day. It will be mine.
That is all.
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| I've always felt so lucky to have all four of my grandparents, to have them within ten minutes of where I live, and to have them be such a big part of my life. I've also felt like they'd always be around to see me reach my various milestones in life. Then one grandfather was diagnosed with cancer just as I was beginning UC Davis, and I was hit with the inevitable truth that they are not, in fact, invincible. Although I don't believe I ever took my grandparents for granted, from that point on, I would periodically remind myself that my time with them is precious and to do everything I can with and for them. Grandpa H., the one with cancer, surpassed the original three month prognosis and is still here today. My Grandma H. seems to have recovered okay from her stroke and three-way heart bypass she's had in the past, although we're still trying to keep her diabetes under control. My Grandma O. also seems fine since her one-way heart bypass. My Grandpa O. has had dementia, but otherwise he seemed healthy.
Seemed. Still weird to talk about him in past tense. As I've been telling those I've spoken to, it's all so surreal, because I mostly feel like he's still around. When I'm at my grandma's house, I feel like he's outside sitting by the shed, or if I'm in the backyard, I feel like he's sitting on the ledge in the front yard. None of it has truly sunk in yet, and I'm not sure when it will. I came home this past weekend with the purpose of doing laundry, and heading back to get some studying done and visit a friend in the bay area. Out of all the possible things that could happen over a weekend, saying goodbye to my grandfather would never have come to mind. I also figured that when it's his time, it'd be due to something related to dementia, not heart failure. Despite his unexpected death, I am grateful because he didn't seem to suffer, and the family and I didn't have time to dwell over an impending death. I loved him dearly and told him so every chance I could. I visited every weekend I came home, and tried to help with whatever gardening task he was doing. I got to be there when he passed. Although I only saw him the previous weekend, I don't have any regrets, so I suppose I'm at peace with his death.
You know what's weird though? A couple weeks ago, my sister worked on my grandpa (she's a hygenist now), and he told her, "I sure am lucky my wife takes care of me. She feeds me every day ... I sure appreciate it, and I hope she knows it." Then on the weekend before he passed, he told me the same thing. At the hospital, my grandma told me he told her that too. He's never said things like that lately, and so we think he somehow knew it was his time. Not necessarily his time to die, but his time to express what he needed, to close any lose ends, and for him to be at peace with himself. It makes me smile thinking about it, and happy knowing he said it himself to my grandma, which I know means the world to her.
Now I find when I'm idle, I'm thinking about stories he's told me, what other's have told me about him, and times I've shared with him. He's really someone I look up to. A relative said Grandpa is the only person he knows to have never had an enemy. My grandpa always smiled with his dimples, complimented those he knew as well as strangers with innocent remarks such as, "You're sure lookin pretty!", offered his seat to others, shared his food, and just always put others ahead of himself. He was truly selfless. He's survived multiple hurdles in his lifetime. He was drafted into the army during WWII, protected and rescued all that he was ordered to, but never shot a single person. "I don't believe in killing people," he once told me. But he was hit by shrapnel, 1/4 inch from his spine. He never expressed bitterness towards the president or government, but always emphasized how lucky he was to be alive. He suffered a stroke that left his left side paralyzed, forcing him to learn to walk and write all over again. He's persistant and strong in a way I wish I could be. Then there's just the little memories I have with him that make me smile and cry at the same time. Memories of him picking me up from school with Certs in his glove compartment, and I'd try to peel the wrapping off carefully so it'd become one long, twisted strip. Memories of him building benches for us, the grandchildren, or making a tree swing for us. Memories of him sitting on the ledge in the front yard, wearing his gardening clothes with his bucket hat, as my mom pulled up onto the driveway. Or how he'd always offer me something, and when I was young I'd say, "I don't like it," and he'd tell me, "It might like you!" Or how he'd offer me "soda pop in the fridge" when I come over, even on the previous weekend when I visited. Or how he'd make a joke, chuckling and sticking his tongue out. Or how each time my mom would back out of the drive way (and myself once I got my license), he'd go to the sidewalk and wave us on to let us know the street was clear, even if we could see for ourselves. He was someone who didn't take things for granted, never complained, and loved all of us dearly. I could only aspire to be the man he was. I'm sure he's reached Nirvana, or Heaven, now... eating liver and onions and taking care of Kona. :]
He may not be around to see me graduate from my echo school (he was there at UCD though:]), get my first real job, get married, or see his great grandchildren ... but I know he'll be looking after all of us. He lived a full 88 years, and to me, that's an accomplishment in itself.
Like I told some friends, I hate pity, and I'm not asking for any. I just needed to get this off my chest, and I guess express it in words for myself. Perhaps if I had a journal or didn't lose the one I had, I may have written in there hah.
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| I guess it's time for me to update... but I'm too lazy to include pictures. hMm...
What I've been up to: trying to hone my blackjack skills in Reno, trying (half-heartedly) to cook more, trying to spend time with some friends, loving my dog more each time I come home, trying to not get lost in SF but failing miserably, trying the whole independence thing by attempting to eat alOne.. in public, and school stuff.
School: I dig it. hehe. The prof was uber-intimidating during the orientation and stuff, but she's actually really cool. Don't get me wrong; she has her moments of being curt. Never come to class late. I haven't! ... but even I feel scared when she points out the tardiness of others. :| While I had the habit of sitting towards the back of classrooms at Davis, I am at the complete opposite here -- front row, center. hah ... that happened not necessarily by choice though. She just plopped my papers in that spot on the first day of school, and being nervous, I didn't want to bother moving my papers and sitting towards the back. :P I kinda like it though -- forces me to pay attention. Labs are sweet. We're using the machines already, and it's really .. quite amazing to see all the heart chambers and valves... in a weird way, it's relaxing. Now I sound weird. -__- But yea ... I had to be a patient. Not a fan of that. Cold, wet jelly, topless but w/gown, probe pressed hard against my chest ... hurts. At least I know my heart is normal and healthy. :P
What I will be doing: my cousin's wife's baby shower, more dog-sitting :P, studying, more studying, attempting to fight my procrastinating ways so as to have time for Poopyhead's visit, learning the Muni system, hopefully going somewhere on Halloween :] ... my schedules a bit sad, no? School rules my life right now.
What I'm craving: Sophie's Crepe, Thai tea, frozen yogurt. Uh, not all at once. Frozen yogurt is my weakness. :( While a lot of things I love could make me obese, if I owned a soft-serve machine, I'd make a world record in reaching obesity so quickly. *shakes fist angrily at inventor o' soft-serve*
I'm addicted to: the nice weather here in SF, Grey's Anatomy, My Lovely Sam Soon (a Korean drama that's really weird, funny, crude at times, chick flickish, ok looking girls but good lookin dudes haha, and relatable), Starbucks *sigh*
What I'm annoyed with right now: 1. People who don't pick up their dog's poo. The park near me even has bag dispensers for park-goers to use to keep the park clean. How much more do these people need? They don't even need to lug the bag around! 2. Camis w/shelf bras (yanno, those tops w/bras included in the shirt). They're supposed to help a girl out, but they actually are a hastle to me. The "bra" isn't padded or thick, so you can totally see when a chick is relying on the shelf bra for support -- there's nipplage and sagginess. So I opt to wear a normal bra with the shelf bra. But, then there's the issue of the shelf bra pushing against the regular one, making it feel rather snug. So, these things are useless. A waste of material, of spandex, of time. Who are they helping anyway? They make girls w/little boobs look flatter than they are, and they make girls w/boobs have saggyness. 3.
I'm suddenly very tired, so I'm cutting my annoyances short. Good night m'ladies, gents, and m'loke.
T-27.
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| Long ass picture update... some very old pictures
too. :P A little over a month ago, the apt went to Concord for
dinner to celebrate lovely me's birthday haha... it didn't go quite as
planned, but ended up being lots o' fun... mostly once back at
Michele's place. :] Rancid Chinese "fine" wine!
awoohoo.
Below, Mich, Ratina, and Mush were spose to guzzle the Chinese liquor ... w/Magic Bullet margaritas as the chaser haha..
Then it was mine and Steph's turn ... w/cake frosting as my chaser. Oh, and yes she is wearing her bra outside. ;]
Lucky for Tina, no more pictures were taken that night. *ta ta ta tOnic*
So anyway, sometime after that (I'm not good w/dates), I went to
Endfest with Lily 'n Tina. Kristin 'n Boobs were there too -- in
the same section! hehe ... there was this thing where you
can text a msg and it'll appear on the jumbo screens. Lily
pointed my attn to the screen when it said "Hi Trashie"... and I
got excited, assuuuuming it was from Kristin 'n Boobs hehe. So I
tried texting too, but I think they censored mine. :( I had said
"Yoho Cheeks 'n Boobs!" Humph. Ah well.
Anywho, here's one pic from that night ... there was a bit more boobage
than I prefer, so I've sprayed it out hehe... and it was freakin HOT
that night! We were all gross and sweaty...
Lessie.. now I have several pics of Rylie, my puppy. She seems to
enjoy the "jungle" ... climbing on everything, jumping from rock to
rock..etc.
She also loves laying in the middle of the bushes... thus making an imprint in the bush. -__-
The next one reminds me of the movie, "The Mask" the way her face looks... weird...
Next is a series of pictures, all w/in a minute. First she jumps
in the toy box, scrounging for something good. Then she hears me
taking pictures, and jumps towards me.
hahahaha... I love those, especially the last one. She's so
freakin crazy looking. As you can tell, she's so much trOuble and
a bundle o' energy. >.< Yep... I got more Rylie pics...
below, she's under the dishwasher...
Here is the peaceful, sleepy Rylie we love...
Now for some pics of my new apt in SF! :] ... these were taken
during my walk-thru to make sure everything was in okay
condition. I've since moved my things in, but owell...
The cozy kitchen...
A couple pics of my living room...
I don't know if you could tell, but my living room window basically
spans the length of the room, so it's pretty cool. Below is the
view I have haha ... from right side, middle, left side, and down below
on people's backyards.
Now my really cozy bathroom... I need more shelf space! hehe
 
And my bedroom...
I was telling Carrie how tiny my room and stuff are, but she said once
the furniture and stuff are in, it looks bigger. Thankfully she's
right! hehe Melikes my apt...
Lessie ... sometime after that, I went out with the girls to
Kamon. Mush, Kristin (too busy on her CELL hah), and crazy Val..
Val wanted ice cream right after that, so we decided to walk around a
bit before we got ice cream. We ended up at Staples... hehe...
trying to avoid the employees (who I don't think really cared), and
using our pic timers... if you can't read it, the big red buttons say
"easy"
We're vEry mature.
Not sure what's going on here... I think they were spose to be "skipping" to school...
Umm, ok so we took a few tries at the picture below, but we kept
cutting one side off. I just cut Boobs out and pasted her into
the pic that caught most of us haha...
See, office supply stores really are fun! ...and people think I'm weird for loving them. :X
Later on, I went to chill w/Lo 'n Heidi... lots of eating (chicken
caesar salad, homemade cornbread, and homemade cookies) and lots of
Korean soaps. hahaha... below they're slaving away at the
cookies. Then I took a pic of the single successful ducky
cookie. All the others broke, so we rolled them into balls.
I took one of the duck w/my flash on, but it made it look kinda radioactive... hella bright..
A couple weeks ago Michele had her boards exam (basically the final
test to get her dental hygeine license), and we went out to dinner
w/the family, Phil, and Lumpy (the nice friend who agreed to be her
patient). I think Phil needs work on detecting when to stop
drinking hahahaha.... Michele drove his car, he rode passenger, Lumpy
and I rode in the back -- I behind Phil. I just remember Phil
rolling the window down, and sticking his head out... I thought because
he wanted fresh air ... that was until I heard and saw a sudden
SPLAT of CHUNKY YAK! ew... I freaked oUt hahahahaha... but
hilarious. I took pictures of it once we got to a Chevron gas
station lol.
  
Luckily our dad is kinda the been-there-done-that type, so he just
laughed and offered Phil another drink once we met them back at our
house. :P Funny thing was that people honked and swerved
out from behind Phil's car while he yaked. ahhahahaha... I'd be pissed
too though, shoot. ... wasting the dinner from Ruth's Chris'
Steakhouse haha...
Like Phil needs work on when to stop drinking, I need work on not
drooling... I just found it amusing that I actually drooled on
myself. I'm 22... and I drool. muahahah.. yea I'm a dork
and had to capture that... O:]
This past saturday we finally moved my stuff into the apt. It
just so happened to be freakin hot that day too, so we were all gross
and sticky. We went down to the beach/cave stuff, cuz my sis and
I used to go there all the time when we were little... climbing through
the rocks, running through the cave, digging for sand crabs.
Unfortunately it's a lot more busy these days. Here's a couple o'
Mich 'n Phil ... none o' me, cuz I didn't want to look like the lonely
loser at teh beach haha... (see, the turd hasto come back!)
 
Okay, that's all for pictures ... hope that entry was long enough! :P
T-9 days until SC and Disney World. :] ... danny too. hahah ;] keeeding...
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| I got accepted to the program~! SF here I come! ....and public transportation here I come >.<
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