I am in the middle of my investigation but they only contact me in person. My ex-roommate is beginning her investigation as well and I know she works for the Denver Fed Center so I wonder if the letter is in regards to her investigation.

I feel the envelope and it feels like a soft, diskette of some sort. Instantly my brain jumps to some sort of Mission Impossible secret mission (yes I did just see the new Bond flick) and then just as fast my brain convinces me that this is some sort of domestic terrorism and it's an envelope containing anthrax or a bomb.

So I call my friend and ask if anyone else received a mysterious letter from the Seattle Fed Center. No response.

For some reason I start to bend the envelop to see if it gives completely forgetting that if it were a bomb it would explode. Or if the envelop cracked the anthrax would leak out. But the envelope looks legit - no wires or stains or random stamps or 5 year old handwriting in broken english.

I turn on my computer and google the address. /smacks forehead Hey guess what - they process passports there. Y'know, the passport I applied for 2 weeks ago. And I was expecting in the mail. /sigh

I was still squinting when I opened the envelope.....y'know, just in case it was a super smart terrorist.......

Today I decided to try my hand at hard pruning some of the plants I don't like as much with the theory that if they don't grow back, I just get to plant prettier stuff their next year. I then moved onto the chives and took those off to the ground because you really can't kill chives. Gathered up the dried out vines and I finished with the roses. Oh roses. How pretty you are and how evil you are! While pruning off the old blossoms the one that attacked Tiffany ganged up with his friends and completely took me out. I was stuck for but a brief moment and as I was untangling I got a couple sets of holes in my t-shirt and jeans...imagine what those bastards did to my skin :(

Now all I have to do is rake up the leaves. That might wait until after Thanksgiving. Hopefully it snows heavily between now and then. :)

I'd say I'm within 5-10lbs of being comfortably down one jean size so wish me luck peeps because my current jeans are starting to sag and I don't own a belt...

But I have to ask this is really, truly good for me right? I did finally have a solid night sleep and I do enjoy the jelly, calm feeling in my muscles but man, this heartburn is killing me and the first four nights I couldn't fall asleep. And I being the super paranoid person that I am remember that for women we typically experience heartburn symptoms prior to a heart attack. And because we think it is heartburn we ignore it and then DIE. Ok. I'm sure this is heartburn but lord it is killing me. I have other things to bitch about but most of those are self-inflicted.

I also had a great time wearing my "I think I look awesome" t-shirt tonight while I was drenched in sweat. I also really love my worlds-shortest-ponytail.

Send me warm fuzzies tomorrow. I go into the orthodontist in the am and it sounds like they are planning to venture into adjustment realms currently unknown to my poor mouth. I'm sure this can't be a good thing...

Housewarming party went well, everyone loved the secret basement - even the little girl who was too scared to go down for the first hour after seeing me fall down into the abyss. And we even cranked out some rockband2 for the duration of the evening. My boss can do the guitar pretty good. And I must admit, I was officially 29 before I threw my first party that required two full garbage bags to clean up all the beer bottles.

I will keep ya'll posted on the next night of rockband!

What she doesn't realize is that her cube also got decorated because you can't just plant an idea and not show up to work on the day where we do his cube. And the whole idea to do hers as well came from another one of her friends. And the funny part is she sits in a huge room full of people she hadn't told yet. Needless to say, they now know and she doesn't know that they know. At least he had told his group so they expected it.

And to make things even better she is being mentored by our VP of the program. And our VP of the program loves fun stuff. So I *might* have swung by the VPs office on my way out and tipped her off. Ooops. My bad.

So anywho the moral of the story is don't give me an idea unless you really want me to run with it. Because now what was supposed to be a simple decorate his cube to embarrass him has her cube decorated tipping off all of her coworkers and an impending email from the VP as well.

Tee-hee!

/boggle

***EDIT: Oh lord, there is a website for cousins who marry each other... And now that I think about it, I seem to remember one of my highschool classmates attempted to marry his first or second cousin as well...

On a fun note, I just made a batch of cookies for some coworkers tomorrow. Bet these guys never thought I'd actually bake them PB Cookies :)

Met the neighbor guy and his dog Piper tonight while I was stringing them up. He too works for Lockmart as well and promised to tell my investigators that I throw killer parties and peddle drugs from the back porch. :)

First, the ex-roommate helped me install my new locks. Then my brother-in-law and his father helped me drill a hole to route some cables, cut down dead tree branches, fix my fence and finish putting together my grill. And then this weekend, my friend spent the weekend and he not only got my HD TV input from my cable box working, but also got my remote control for the cable box working all sexy. Then on top of that he tried to explain the concept of tennis and helped clarify a couple of those more tricky football rules for me.

So yeah, boys can be useful afterall...

But I have never watch a movie where I started crying the moment it stopped. Today is a first. I somehow got sucked into Radio. I know better than this. I literally turned on my tv and it is about 10-15 minutes into the movie at the scene where the coach gives Radio his football back. Tears, welling, in, my, eyes. It has been a torrential downpour of tears and sobbing ever since. Dear god. Why? Why? Why?

And I have to finish watching it. Just not tonight because it goes until 1:00am. So I will watch one more commercial break and go to bed. Then finish watching it tomorrow. Two nights of tears.

God life sucks.

Fleh.