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About me:
name: suzie
age: 30
height: 5'9"
weight: 130
hair: red
eyes: brown
status: happily married
kids: two dogs
location: Texas
religion: Pagan
jobby-job: truck driver
fetish: Converse

tv: Smallville, SX
drink: gin, merlot
connection: DSL
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Monday, December 31, 2001

Three years ago I met Zack for the first time. It was around 4 in the afternoon. Steph brought him to my apartment to say hi, because we were all going to hang out that night. One year and sixteen days later we were married. It's a magical day for us. :) I hope you're enjoying your celebration as much as I am. *winkwink*nudgenudge*

Zack and I on the day we met.
The first picture of Zack and I.
December 31st, 1998.

fluttergirl 08:20 PM CST [link] [4 comments]

Sunday, December 30, 2001

<---------- Check out my cool new sweater. I made Zackery try it on, too.

One of the things I love about visiting my in-laws is that, when it comes to shopping (and a zillion other things), Kristina and I are so like-minded. I really wish we lived closer together. And I'm not just saying that because she may be reading this. :)

Yesterday afternoon we went to the Buffalo Exchange, which was chock full of those crazy Austin college kids. I've started to feel old just stepping in the place. I probably could have dropped a fair amount of cash there, but Kris wasn't impressed with the place, so we quickly moved on to our favourite store...

Electric Ladyland (aka Lucy in Disguise With Diamonds). Can I get an amen?!? Vintage clothing intermingling with costumes of every kind. The place just goes on and on and on. I bought a cute little mod dress with a matching scarf and the super awesome sweater I'm wearing in the picture at left. I love this sweater. I love it so much I'm probably going to forgo a coat for the rest of the winter so I can wear it.

I'm going to sound like such a dork saying this, but I got an email from Wil last night. Yes, Wil Wheaton - the only reason I ever tuned in to Star Trek: The Next Generation. I had dropped him a note about a movie he had done with John Schneider - The Curse. It got godawful reviews. Wil confirmed that it was worse than Showgirls, Episode 1, AND Titanic. Last night I was giddier than a prepubescent girl at an Nsync concert. Ok, not really. But it was definitely a big cheap thrill. Woo!

This afternoon Kris and I went to Ross (the mothership of cheap retail) and Ulta. We picked through everything. And I mean -everything-. My feet hurt. Tonight we made Long Island Iced Teas, ate pizza, and watched Evolution. (Yummy David Duchovny.)

Aaaaaaand... I'm spent.

fluttergirl 10:58 PM CST [link] [2 comments]

Saturday, December 29, 2001

I've come to the conclusion that I do not have a cold. For the first time in my life I am suffering from that vague affliction known as "allergies." Where do these so-called "allergies" come from? Why am I just now, at the tail end of my 27th year, coming down with "them?" I'm feeling much better now that I'm out of the big city and out in the country. (My mother-in-law has a house just north of Austin, surrounded by fields full of cows and deer.) Unfortunately Mom has a REAL cold, so I may have something else to gripe about at the end of our four day vacation.

You care a lot. I can tell.

fluttergirl 11:34 AM CST [link] [2 comments]

Thursday, December 27, 2001

fluttergirl 08:18 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

I'm getting sick. I woke up this morning with the sniffles. Then I started sneezing. I had a fever for awhile. Now I'm halfway through an industrial size box of tissues. Dammit!!

I will suffer, but I will not suffer silently. And please, no comments about me bitching. This is my journal and I can write whatever the hell I want.

Droop emailed me awhile back. He's not dead like we previously thought. He's living in Misery. It took him long enough to get in touch with me. Bastard.

Here's a picture of him and I at Fry St. Fair a few years ago. He looks like a bastard, doesn't he?

fluttergirl 03:51 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Wednesday, December 26, 2001

Yesterday was lovely. "The Kids" all met up for dinner at my parent's house. We ate some turkey, swapped presents, played some pool, gabbed, and made plans to go to a monster truck show next month. No one argued. It was very pleasant.

While we were there I opened up my old room. Zack and I use it for storage now. I was looking for photographs to scan for the new galleries I'm working on. After looking through boxes and boxes of stuff I became overwhelmed, grabbed a couple ziplock bags of stuff, and locked the room back up. I have a lot of crap. It will take me a whole day to sort through the photos, posters, flyers, etc. I'm toying with the idea of a Dallas music mini-site. I've got all kinds of stuff that people might enjoy. Maybe in a few weeks.

I found some pictures from my grade school in South Dakota. Ah, nostalgia. I always get this way around the holidays. I miss the snow, I guess. Here's a picture of our whole school from the second half of my kindergarden year (1980-1981). I think.

I'm in the front row, third from left. Notice my ultra-cool shoes. That's right, I was a Chuck Taylor girl even then.

Zack and I are going to Keystone this summer, for sure. I hope that some day we can buy a small house in the area. It's such a beautiful place. There's another eventual project... a gallery of the Black Hills. So many pictures, so many projects, so little time.

I hope everyone had a lovely yesterday, too.

fluttergirl 10:38 AM CST [link] [1 comment]

Monday, December 24, 2001


Happy Holidays from "The Kids":
Larry, Alysia, *ME*, and Zackery!

fluttergirl 10:44 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Sunday, December 23, 2001

MuaHahAhAha!!! We're done with our shopping. It was surprisingly easy and amusing. We started at North Park Mall and found a great parking spot immediately. Unfortunately FAO Schwartz was completely picked over. We left and went to Fry's Electronics. Another good parking spot. I got my scanner (!!), we got Padre a digital multimeter (?), and Zack got some sideburn clippers. Hey, he has access to the scanner, too! Then we went to Toys R Us. It was picked over, but I found a Wizard of Oz minature thingy that Mom will love.

I'm scanning like there's no tomorrow. :)

fluttergirl 10:41 PM CST [link] [comment]

When you call our house and we don't answer, this is the message on our machine. It really confuses the telemarketers.

fluttergirl 01:13 AM CST [link] [1 comment]

Saturday, December 22, 2001

cute emo boys.
Cute emo boys.

fluttergirl 11:37 PM CST [link] [6 comments]

I am thankful for...

My husband, Zack. He's my everything. I love him so much. I thought I would never find a guy who was trustworthy, gorgeous, intelligent, funny, and who could hold my interest for longer than 8 months. Zack and I will be celebrating our two year wedding anniversary next month. I can honestly say that I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

My parents, my brother, Zack's mom, sis, and brothers (now *my* mom, sis & brothers), Zoe and Squeak (our dogs), Steph (whore), Jim...

My book collection, rainy days, vintage clothing, candles, MP3s, cd burners, computers, DSL, Buffy, caffeine, green tea, gin, merlot, bubble baths...

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I told my boss about the idiot driver who backed into me *three* times and she blew it off. I swear, the women is just BEGGING to lose her insurance again. I've decided that I'm not going to go on any runs with the guys who need babysitting anymore. Or the really disgusting drivers. Actually, that rules out all but three. I may be looking for another job again soon. Well, not until the end of March. I have a few things lined up through then.

Zack and I have to finish our shopping tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it.

fluttergirl 02:04 AM CST [link] [1 comment]

Wednesday, December 19, 2001

I moved trucks out in Fort Worthless today. My boss let her father drive one of the units. He just recently acquired his class B CDL, which is all you need to bobtail, but she really doesn't trust him. I don't trust him either. She pulled me to the side and told me "Suzie, will you follow my dad and make sure he doesn't get into an accident?" Like I can use my immense telekinetic powers to control his crappy driving. Sure. Then she asks me "If he DOES get into an accident, will you switch places with him really quick?" Her reasoning: "Suzie, you're on the insurance policy, but he's not." My response: "Sure Susan, no problem." What I was thinking was: "Like hell. I won't even stop if the old fart sideswipes someone."

Susan's dad drove fine, but one of the other old fart drivers backed into my truck when we were leaving. Three (yes, three!) times. It pisses me off SO much that people think these guys know what they're doing and assume that *I* am a novice.

Damn them all.

hookahs
I remember when someone
would have KILLED for this.

fluttergirl 11:57 PM CST [link] [7 comments]

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

Well, it looks like we won't be getting our badass new laptops for Xmas. I'm bummed, but what can you do? Medical emergencies come before material lusts. I am getting a new scanner, though.


My current desktop.

I was supposed to shuttle some trucks around town today, but the customer rescheduled for tomorrow. Since I have the day off I *should* be shopping, but I can't seem to drag myself out to the stores.

Iced coffee. No finer highly caffeinated, non-carbonated beverage exists.

A little over a month ago we went antiquing with Zack's mom & sis Kris. I scored four new goblets for $.50 each in an Austin antique mall. And in Salado I found an old communion set... two chalices, six shotglasses (or as Z calls them, "gobletlets"), and the tray... all for $20. I was ecstatic. I haven't polished them up yet. They're kind of charming the way they are:

I took this IQ test today. (Borrowed from Raspil's site.) I scored a 157, which places me three points below Bill Gates and 17 above Madonna. I told Jim about the test and he scored a 137. "I was cheated!" he proclaimed. He was quiet for several minutes and then he came back to announce he'd scored a 170. I told him he couldn't go back and take the test AGAIN because that was cheating. Jim: "If they didn't want me to cheat they should have changed the questions. Dumbasses."

I love my friends.

fluttergirl 05:08 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Monday, December 17, 2001

The Perfect Fluttergirl Martini:

2 oz. Tanqueray Gin
1 oz. Martini & Rossi Extra Dry Vermouth
Juice from 1/2 small lemon

Shake with ice & strain. Drink very cold. Mmmm.

The Perfect So-Called Martini (aka vodka instead of gin):

2 oz. Vodka
1 oz. Kahlua
Splash of coffee

Shake with ice & drink cold.

Jim - I hope the search went well today. That newbie dot com *deserves* a slacker like you. Damn right.

My parents (who are supposed to be retired) are buying yet another truck AND a Trail King low-boy (trailer). They already have a step-deck and a reefer, as well as their baby (Black Beauty):

They recently acquired a contract with The Man to move some bomb sniffing/destroying devices. Mom is proud of serving her country AND making insane money at the same time. Go Mom & Dad!

fluttergirl 10:39 PM CST [link] [1 comment]

Sunday, December 16, 2001

Zack's mom and sister have five cats. Meet two of them... Milton and Tobias:

Milton likes to sit at the screen door and paw it open, either so he can get outside or other cats can get in. They say he's been squished in the door a few times, but he's never been injured. Until a few weeks ago, that is.

One afternoon Mom and Kristina noticed an orange furry thing on the front porch. They didn't know what it was until they saw Milton. He had gotten his tail caught in the door and managed to pull almost two inches of fur & skin off the end of it. All that's left is bone. Milton's not in pain (he's as playful as ever), but Mom wants to have the bony part amputated. Steven (one of Zack's brothers - he works at the animal shelter) said to leave it alone and the fur will grow back. If that's true, I wish it would hurry. It freaks me out. Zack noticed me getting green while looking at it and he said "Wouldn't that be weird if one of our dogs tried to chew on the bone?" I almost lost it. Zack can be such a brat sometimes.

Here are a couple of pictures I took with Mom's cheap digital camera:

I know you wanted to see that.

Zack and I will be home this evening sometime. I should be online around 9 or so.

fluttergirl 11:01 AM CST [link] [2 comments]

Friday, December 14, 2001

Yesterday I received the monthly email stating that our phone bill was ready to be viewed. I went to the site and saw that they wanted $297.17 from us. Those rotten bastards had screwed up again. They were trying to charge us for another DSL modem AND they were overcharging us for our service. We pay $39.95 a month for DSL and they wanted $61.92. My ASS. They already owe us over $500 in credits for double billing us for 11 months. Yes, I know it shouldn't have taken me 11 months to notice. I called them up and miracle upon miracles I managed to get ahold of a lady who actually knew what she was doing. She gave us yet another credit for the modem and service overcharge. She informed me that we now have a credit of $659.42. Amazing. Amazingly stupid. Oh well, at least we won't have to pay our phone bill for awhile.

I went to the mall at 11:30 this morning. Insanity. I can't imagine working retail, much less during the holidays. I would think that since 9/11 people would be a little less frenzied and rude, but I saw quite a few people who looked and acted rabid. I might have been shopping at Bellvue instead of Valley View. Women digging through piles of clothing, almost snarling, throwing stuff on the floor. The guy in line behind me kept muttering obscenities because the poor salesgirl was trying to ring up a shirt that had no tag. Freak.

I also saw some pre-preteen girls hanging out in the food court. First of all, is today not a school day? Secondly (and more important), what kind of parent is going to let their little girl wear ultra-tight lowrise jeans and a sparkly tube top? Yes, a tube top. I couldn't believe it. Not only was she way too young to wear something like that, but it's around 50 degrees out today. Inconceivable. When I was her age I was collecting dolls and playing with my Easy Bake oven. I would have been at the toy store, mooning over Barbie's latest vehicle, not flirting with boys and being ogled by perverts.

Time to pack for this weekend. Muah.

fluttergirl 02:25 PM CST [link] [comment]

Thursday, December 13, 2001

You kiddies are now able to leave comments regarding my journal entries. Extra huge thanks to Maggie for her assistance. She shared her templates (and considerable Greymatter knowledge) with me so I could see where I was going wrong. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Maggie!

Zackery and I will be in Austin this weekend. We might even see Steph (crackwhoooore). She's supposed to be coming up here to visit us, but we haven't seen her since June. Biznatch.

If you were planning on ordering Tit Pillows for Xmas, you're screwed. It's too late:

fluttergirl 10:25 PM CST [link] [2 comments]

Wednesday, December 12, 2001

So called the cupboard's bare
And kitty cats are everywhere
The killing blood is all around

And I wash my hands of it
But you don't...

The meow on the street
Is Morris is ground beef
Everybody knows kitty cats and kittens
Are friends of witches...

Whiskers twitch at the kitty convention
And they say:
"Time for killing humans, kitty cat claws claw skin"

And they say:
"Meow meow kill"

Kids are kissing with their kitten breath
But you don't kill them now do you
Don't kill my cat
Don't kill Henrietta.

>^..^<

fluttergirl 10:12 PM CST [link] [comment]

Monday, December 10, 2001

Grocery shopping is a pain in the ass. Making out a list, finding a cart that doesn't try to go in two different directions at once, moving up and down the aisles while dodging old women with huge purses. Comparision shopping, looking for the best quality at the lowest price. Trying to find items with the lowest sodium, highest calcium and least amount of fat. And it's so annoying to get to the register and pay out enough money for me to buy either a) two new domains for two years OR b) a swanky new scanner. There are other things which could be bought with that money, but those are what I want right now. And in two weeks I'll go back and shell out the money again. Do I really need that Nutella? Or bottles of semi expensive merlot? Can't I live off salads and tuna fish? Peanut butter sandwiches? *sigh* No. Damn me.

fluttergirl 06:43 PM CST [link] [comment]

Sunday, December 9, 2001

this morning for breakfast I nuked some pizza. my mother raised me the right way. pizza is a nutritional masterpiece. you have your bread, your dairy, your fruit, and if you throw on some mushrooms... there's your veggies. ahhhh mom, many blessings on you for showing me the true path.

fluttergirl 06:36 PM CST [link] [1 comment]