Walmart bicycle on sale back in 1992: $89
Wimpy wire bike lock: $2
Parking bike on the sidewalk outside of work because there's no place to lock it to: $0
Someone trying to ride off with it but falling down because of the wimpy bike lock: priceless

That's what you get when you try to take something that's not yours. I wish I had seen the thief wannabe in action so I could take a picture of his retarded ass. I'm just glad he didn't break any of the spokes. F***er.

Yeah, I'd known it all along, but I chose to put it in a dark, neglected corner of my mind. Now, brought out into the light, it pierces my senses in a most uncomfortable way, forming an immovable lump in my throat and a writhing pain in my gut.

Now it's time to embrace it and come to grips with it. Or something mature like that. Or not, and just wail and scream and throw my teddy bears against the wall.

Haha, yes, I still sleep with teddy bears. Multiple. And for the record, I'd never abuse my teddy bears, no matter what kind of emotional chaos I experience.

Getting scammed, part 2. Best read after reading how we got scammed the first time to really feel our pain.

Yesterday I was robbed of all my evening energy by the day's events. Basically, we got scammed ... TWICE!!! ARGHHHH!!!

"You are such a talented geek!"

Hahahaha.

My dad and I get along pretty well. I inherited his genes for the most part. This is good for the survival part; in the beauty department, I didn't inherit my mom's hair-styling make-up-applying abilities. Still working on those - I do believe that they can be learned. :)

Well, every once in a while, my dad will say something totally out of character. Two conversations in recent memory stick out for me.

Me: Dad, do you have an extra hairdryer? My new haircut requires a hairdryer to make it look good. [sulk]
My dad: Oh, good! (runs off to get a hairdryer for me)
[ this is contrary to his / our nature because we are both really low maintenance when it comes to our appearance ]

Me: You know Dad, I went to this party the other night, and I was trying to make new friends and talk to new people, and there were all these girls who refused to talk to me because they were only interested in hitting on guys! Sheesh.
My dad: Well maybe they have the right idea!
[ ?!?! ]

Speaking of which, Father's Day is coming up. Hmmm. What to get the dad who no longer really cares about material possessions ...

Last weekend I headed out to watch Nancy's black belt test as soon as I got done with my patients. Unfortunately I missed everything except the last kick! Luckily her brother Dave got it all on video, so I got to watch Nancy's entire test later. Still got to take a bunch o' pics though. :)

Man, what an inspiration. Sweet, skinny lil' Nancy kicks some major arse, man. Her four years of dedication and hard work all showed through at this test. I got to meet her sensei Rick, who sacrificed a lot to teach Nancy, and I'm sure he knew it was worth it. Nancy, you rock. You are truly a testament to reaching your goals if you just put your mind to it.