I'm finally a bomb @$$ girlfriend

I'm not that great at getting The Man presents. There's been more misses than hits. Yes, there were trips (in the past, he's either gotten really sick or we fought,) lingerie (it gets old after a while,) or clothes (he needed the jacket but it wasn't very exciting.) Last year, I gave what I thought to be the equivalent of a dozen roses. I signed him up for the Fruit of the Month club. See, he totally drooled over the Jack Lalanne Juicer I bought him a while back and I figured that a Fruit of the Month membership would be a creative idea. Well guess what.. Five out of the six deliveries he received contained fruit that could not be juiced. Son of a biscuit.

I have to say that I think I've finally graduated to "dope @ss girlfriend.*" And if you know me, I'm not one to give myself such honors. But I just bought the man's birthday gift: a paintball gun. [Cue Master P. "Uhh, nuh-nah nuh-nah, nuh-nah nuh-nah."]

Today, I consulted a 16-year-old die hard paintballer before making my purchase. He assured me that this was a good gun, unlike the janky ass ones that we rent on the field. (Side note: those do suck something fierce. The first gun I rented fired paintballs so softly they actually bounced off my target. The second place we rented from had guns that shot crooked so we would have to aim 30 degrees to the left to shoot straight ahead. Like I said, JANKY.) I think I got the most bang for my buck with the gear included. I think this also qualifies me for the title of bomb @ss girlfriend. Word.

Seriously, I'm just freakin' relieved that I didn't go all dumb and buy him something girlie like a teddybear in a karate uniform. Oh wait, I ALREADY DID. See? I needed to redeem myself.

*why do all the ghetto compliments have "@ss" in it?
**I've learned that I have to spell it "@ss" or else my work computer blocks this Web page. Dang.

Technologically "special"

This blog stuff is new to me. I mean, I've read them but never created my own. But I love that I can keep up with Tel just by reading her blog. What was once an online "journal" (with a couple of people knowing the address) will now be out there for other eyes. Granted, it might just be one or two pairs but still.

Heaven help me if this ends up in the wrong hands (i.e. high school classmates I've been running away from for nearly a decade.) Luckily, I don't have wild stories but I still have "bad girl" thoughts. I still think really mean things to say about people I don't like and have no problem dropping the F-bomb or calling a person a snatch. Hee hee ... well, here it is.

My profile pic: It's a picture The Man took of me at Ocean Beach. I wanted to spend time with him but needed to finish research for my graduate thesis. So I brought my journal articles with me to the beach and studied. There I was, in one of my favorite places, a beach, doing homework. It appears to be heaven but I'm probably close to going batty. So this pic seemed fitting, a bit like a "Got Milk?" commercial.