misty autumn

This was a mistake, a very stupid mistake. Ella knew meeting up with Diego was a terrible idea to say the least and her stomach turned constantly by the though she said yes. But it was to late to now, she agreed to go to dinner with him and there was not going back at this point.

“What am I getting myself into.” She whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and fell backwards on to the stiff bed.
Their saga played through her mind like a broken record. Sure they were just friends now, but friends was easy to do being thousands of mines apart. Now that she would soon see him face to face was the term “friends” going to be as easy as before? Ella doubted. If the way she was currently feeling was any indication, this was going to be a long dinner.

“Why should this have such an effect on me?” She questioned out loud “We were over years ago, its JUST Diego”.
Ella scolded herself for even letting him know she would be in town for business. What was she thinking? Was she even thinking when she hit send on that text message weeks ago? Ella concluded the answer was undoubtedly, NO.

Rolling over on her side she looked at the tacky digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed and groaned. Five more minutes until Diego would pick her up for dinner. This was going to be a disastrous evening indeed she thought.
Rolling off the bed Ella glanced at herself in the mirror once more. She had been ready for over am hour out of nervousness. After changing about five times she had settled on her favorite white empire waist dress, a perfect choice to beat the South Carolina evening heat. She matched the flowing dress with a pair of strappy heels embellished with New Zealand crystals.

Peering at herself closing she added a few finishing touches of a silver necklace and candy apple red lip gloss. Pressing her lips together she heard the inevitable knock. Butterflies went on a rampage inside her. Ella took a deep breath and walked cautiously to the door. Placing her hand on the cool metal handle she put a smile on her face and pulled the door open.

* * * * *

Diego drove silently to the holiday inn express off the highway. He had lied to Jane, telling her he was going out with a few friends for the evening. Not that he felt guilty about the situation, she just wouldn’t understand his need to see Ella again. She would be infuriated. A few months back she found a picture of them together at St. Tropez and questioned him about her.

“Is this that chick on your myspace friends.” She demanded shoving the little treasure in his face.
“Yeah that’s her, that’s Ella. Where did you find that?” He asked grabbing the picture from his hands.
“Who is she and why is she in this photo with you?”
“Well we sort of dated about four years ago.”
“Why do you still have it? Four years ago is a long time.”
“Exactly so why are you asking?”
She didn’t really know how to reply to him. “I want it gone.” she said firmly.
“Whatever.” Diego sighed as he walked away from the argument.
He cared for Jane, but she was demanding and nagging. He wasn’t even sure why he had put up with her as long has he had. She was a cold fish that he wasn’t really able to deal with anymore, but for certain circumstances waited the relationship out.

The Holiday Inn Express was in view, its ominous lights shining in the parking lot as he pulled in. His heart was pounding. He counted down the days for Ella’s arrival. She had told him she would be in the area for a business meeting. Taking the opportunity to see her again he set up a dinner date so they could catch up.
“Right, catch up… good one Diego.” He mumbled while putting his black GMC truck in park.

He sat in his car for a moment.
“Ella.” He whispered.
Her name rolled off his tongue and enchanted him. She enchanted him. Even though they had broken if off years ago, she was never from his thoughts. She he had dated a few women since her, but they all ended the same.

Sliding out of his tuck he shut the door and walked toward the hotel entrance. Walking thought the automatic from doors he asked the woman at the front desk where room 103 was located. Once she pointed him in the correct direction he was on his way down the hall. Coming up to her room he paused, was he ready for this? Ready to see the woman you never ceased to haunt his every thought. Yes, it had been to long. He knocked at the door and waited patiently for her to answer.

Filed under: Nothing I've Ever Known on August 10th, 2008 | No Comments »

The joys of aging…

Misty says:
my mom cut my hair last night

Misty says:
and found 4 grey hairs….

Misty says:
I cried

Dominos MVP Customer says:
I should cry

Dominos MVP Customer says:
it means youre not minako

Dominos MVP Customer says:
your Usagi

Misty says:
LOL

Misty says:
or im turning demon

Dominos MVP Customer says:
boo

Misty says:
LOL

Filed under: convo of the week on August 8th, 2008 | 2 Comments »

Slow Motion Lightning Video

logged onto Twitter.com today and one of the first few posts was from Chasen with an AMAZING link to a slow motion video of lightning. One of THE COOLEST things I think I have ever seen, check it out here.

Filed under: daily on August 8th, 2008 | No Comments »

four years later…

Today marks one of the saddest days of my 28 years, the death of my beloved grandfather Papa. Its been four years, but it seems to me like it was yesterday. Its a wound that is still fresh and being rubbed with salt. People tell me that I need to move on and not be sad, but that just isn’t me. I loved him, we were buddies, family and he wasn’t even my biological grandfather, but that didn’t mattered not to either one of us.

So why write a post four years after his death? Lots of reasons really, but most off all because I miss him more then words can express. Second, I can nolonger bite my tongue with my anger towards Kaiser Permanente. This maybe a long post, but it was very hard for me to write, because it means I have to relive Papa’s death. But telling my story eases a little bit of the pain.

It started on a Sunday morning in July. It was beautiful and I had woken up late due to hanging out with friends late the previous night. My friend David was in town and we were hanging out with my other friend Nina and having a blast. I stumbled over to my computer and started chatting with Nathan, my usual morning routine. The phone rang, but I thought my parents would answer it thinking I was still asleep. Then the phone rang again, and my stomach churned. I ran to the phone and on the other line was my Aunt Sheri.

“Nana thinks Papa had a heart attack!” She exclaimed.

I fly down the stairs and ran into the garage where my parents were yelling at the top of my lungs: “Papa had a heart attack! Papa had a heart attack!” Then life started to move in slow motion, even though it happened all in an instant.

My mother and I jumped into her convertible Sea Bring and drove as fast as traffic would allow to my grandparents house. We pulled up and there were firemen and EMT all over the place, most were upstairs working on my grandfather. I went into shock and flipped out, I couldn’t believe this was happening! The strangest thing was a week before my grandparents had come over to my house to have me help them book a flight to Maine, but as I hit the last button to order the tickets I had a dreadful feeling that my grandfather wouldn’t be flying to Main. I couldn’t explain the feeling and I had never felt something like that before. So I cleared it out of my mind and thought it a silly thought. I should have listened to myself.

I stood in the corner crying hysterically, I was completely freaking out. Then my grandmother asked “Please don’t.” And I stopped. I thought to myself, I have to be strong for her, if nothing else for her. This was going to be a hard time for not only myself but her.

Finally they resuscitated my grandfather, but he had been not breathing for sometime. A lack of oxygen for that long period of time wasn’t good. They wheeled his blue body past us and to the ambulance, I knew this was real now, I knew I wasn’t dreaming,and this wasn’t some kind of sick joke; it was real. I was about to lose the most important person in my life.

We followed the ambulance to the San Clemente Hospital where the doctors stabilized him. We called my father to meet us there and I asked him to bring me my phone. I completely ran off without telling Nathan what was going on and I desperately needed to talk to him; I felt numb inside. When my father got there we were still waiting in the lobby, we waited for what seemed like eternity before we had word that they did all they could do and had to transport him to Mission Viejo Hospital were they needed to preform a Heart Stent surgery.

My mother, aunt and grandmother followed the ambulance to Mission Hospital. I wanted to go, but my father said “Not dressed like that”. Granted I was in a tube top that I wore the previous night and short little sweat shorts and a scruffy pair of flip flops… not to mention I hadn’t been able to brush my teeth. I agreed with dad and rode home with him to dress and once there tried to call Nathan, but he had gone to work and my heart sunk even deeper.

Once dressed my father drove me to the Hospital. I remember babbling on and on about the string theory that I had learned about a few days ago. I wanted to talk about something other then the emending doom I felt, something to ease my mind, if only for a moment even if it was temporary.

Once there, we were ushered to a special waiting room, there I found my younger cousins and hugged them, along with everyone else. Once the surgery was complete and successful the doctors informed us he was in a coma. My aunt explained to me he was hooked up to a machine that displayed these numbers, forgive my ignorance but I can not recall what it was called. Once the numbers hit a certain point, he would wake up. I wanted to believe so much that he would wake up. My aunt told me to touch his hand, it would help. When she and the others touched him the numbers went up, but when I touched him the numbers jumped up. I remember her saying how high the numbers would go when I touched him; she was amazed.

All to soon we were sent home. I went to hang out with David and Nina. I was holding on to the sliver of hope he would live and this nightmare would be over. I finally was able to talk to Nathan,but what was said is beyond my memory now.

Then the nightmare took another turn, Kaiser wasn’t going to pay for him to stay at mission hospital. Kaiser wanted to transport him to their hospital off the 91 freeway, which was a dangerous move. Transporting him could cause complications and the doctors at Mission Hospital were not comfortable with this. They had hope for him if he were to stay under their care. But we were forced to move him.

On Tuesday I went to visit Papa. I was the first one there, everyone else was on their way with his Trust. The doctors wanted to see what his Trust said under this situation. To say the least I was very upset, he was in a coma and they might force us to pull the plug. I found his room and set my things on the chair beside him. He was so still, besides the machine making him breath. There was a nurse standing next to Papa, she seemed confused and was messing with tubes. She looked at me and smiled then commented “so many tubes”.

I let out a fake chuckle and started to worry. “What to you mean so many tubes?! You should know how this works!” Something was wrong, Papa’s breathing wasn’t right and his stomach was rising strangely. I looked down the hallway and saw my parents, I was grateful to see them. My mom noticed right away something wasn’t right and the Nurse went to get a doctor. Then it hit me, Papa was dying. My father started to take me out of the room, but it was to late I knew he had died. My mother flung her body over his legs crying and My father sat with me in the waiting room, while we cried. The staff was trying to resuscitate him again and we were left in limbo.

As we sat there, the rest of the family arrived and we told them the grim news. Then the inevitable happened. He was gone. Our Papa who we loved so much was gone from this world. I had never felt such emptiness before this tragic moment. As a family, we sat and cried. It was a depressing sight in that waiting room for others who were there. When the time came we left. My mother drove my car home. She didn’t want me driving so upset, and I couldn’t blame her, but what about her? I kept thinking about everyone else. It broke my heart into more pieces then I knew how to put together.

I drifted like a ghost trying to find its way, not knowing which direction to go in. His children and other grandchildren and even great grandchildren came for his service. He was cremated, so we held the service given by my best friends brother in the park in his neighborhood over looking the ocean. There were Marines there presenting my grandmother with a flag and playing TAPS (a song I cannot hear to this day with out shedding tears) and a few people said a few words, I expressed myself with a poem.

It all seems like yesterday, like some nightmare. Every time I go to my grandparents house I get excited to see him… then I think “oh yeah, hes gone”. Or the days I learn something and want to tell him, or the time I found my biological father and couldn’t wait to tell him the news. I always remember hes not there and it saddens me.

Where ever he maybe at this time, I miss him terribly. And though I know one day I shall see him again, it doesn’t ease my pain right now. Even after all this time. But I carry on, along with the rest of my family, because we have tomorrow to live for, and for each other.

Maybe Papa’s dying was a blessing that we didn’t have to pull the plug, this I know. But I worry about those who are young and can pull through something like this, but die at the negligence of some nurse who doesn’t know what he or she is doing. After his death my aunt called the doctors at Mission Hospital, informing them of his death. They were shocked. He was doing well when he left that hospital. This really added fuel to “I hate Kaiser fire”. I ask for those of you who have Kaiser Permanente, or any insurance for that matter, to be aware. If you have a dreadful feeling, act on it. It just might make a world of difference.

Papa… I have a secret

Filed under: daily on July 28th, 2008 | No Comments »

Rabbit Ripper

So this morning I signed into my MSN Messenger and the welcome screen had a story called “The Rabbit Ripper”. Being the obsessed bunny lover I am, I click on it. So this is story about some FREAK in Germany killing pet rabbits, talk about sick. Most of the time he decapitates the rabbit and drains the blood, this is a serial murderer in the making. This hits close to home, having 4 bunnies of my own, I could not imagine waking up one morning to find my furry little love ones lying dead in their cages. Not only is this a terrible case of animal cruelty but cruelty to human emotions as well.

This case has been going on for a year, and I hope the ripper is found soon. For the sake of rabbits and humans alike this freak needs to be put behind bars.

Here is a link to the BBC article with a video included, so those who don’t like the site of dead animals, don’t watch.

RIP the poor lil bun buns

Filed under: daily, little buns on July 11th, 2008 | No Comments »

The Final Inuyasha

Inuyasha is one of my all time favorite manga/anime’s. This amazing story has had an eleven year run and published its final chapter this month. I really hope this means the anime will be made of the rest of the story… they really left us hanging in season two. I do still need to watch the movies that I have been saving for a rainy day and I don’t know how much longer I can wait now that I know the ending to it all. Although the manga ends Inuyasha’s and the rest of the crew’s tale very nicely, Sesshomaru’s story really hasn’t ended at all. I know this is far-fetched, but wouldn’t it be nice if they started a manga based on him and his life from here on? A girl can dream can’t she! To read the last chapter, click here. Enjoy : P

Filed under: daily, everything else on June 26th, 2008 | No Comments »

A heart in my coffee

Filed under: daily on June 23rd, 2008 | 1 Comment »

Snoring Duckling

Its a well known fact, just like bunnies I have an obsession with ducks. There its out in the open and now feel free to tease, but I cant help it! Now just about every baby animal is the cutest thing ever to me, but when I heard this little duckling snore, it was so cute I could throw up. Seriously. Just watch and listen.

Well for some reason this video clip royally screws up my blog layout, so here is a link

I can’t wait until the day I have lots of land and can raise little fluff bombs like that little thing.

Filed under: daily, nature on June 16th, 2008 | No Comments »

More then BBQ and good cheer

When I was young, Memorial Day was a day was just another holiday and a day for barbecue and as I got older barbecue and beer. Well things have a funny way of changing, or maybe its just called growing older. Either way, Memorial Day means much more to me now. A day of remembering those who have come on gone before me, remembering both my grandfathers who were in the service, remember stories Papa told me of the war when he was surrounded by Japanese solders while just trying to get a drink of water and thinking “if I can just have this water I’ll never ask of anything again” (he never did ask for anything), and hearing about his fallen friends in Pearl Harbor.

Today is a time of reflection, how good it feels to be alive and how much it hurts to lose those you love. Everyone complains about this war going on, myself included, but we really need to stop and support our men and women who are fighting this war. Don’t make them feel their efforts and lives are put in danger for a useless cause. I could NEVER do what they are doing right now and for that I highly respect them for their courage and bravery.

So for those of you who are here now and those who have passed from this life… peace be with you.

Filed under: daily on May 26th, 2008 | No Comments »

Its been a long time…

So its been a while, I know… not very good for blog reader usage. But it was time much needed and back I go into the full swing of things. So whats new? Question is what isn’t new! Since my last post I have moved, started my new career, and everything in between. Its great having my own apartment again and not have roommates. I loved living with Shauna, but so many people in one house is just asking for personality conflicts. Funny thing is, I live in Shauna’s old apartment! Ill have pictures of that later.

Speaking of pictures, my my my has Fiona grown! Remember that cute little fluffbomb from Fiona’s first thump… and grunt? Well shes huge. So huge she makes Koko look like a mouse.

At this point I think she was a little tired of the camera in her face.

Yes people, that is a dog bed… for a medium sized dog!

Her eyes are like endless dark pools, I love them!

Thats her little dulap, sooooooooo adorable!

Her face is so sweet and loving,I can’t resist it. She just looks like she needs to be picked up and cuddled at all times.

Peering at the big black camera in her face that keeps flashing.

I told you she is HUGE! She is bigger then Nero, and he is a 20lb Boston Terrier… not sure how much Fiona weighs, but probably close! So enjoy and I will be posting again tomorrow!

Filed under: daily, little buns on May 25th, 2008 | No Comments »

The Other Boleyn Girl… The Review

So on my second day of doing nothing of importance (yeah its great) Belle and I went to watch The Other Boleyn Girl.. major disappointment. As a movie it was really good at first, but if you don’t know the story, the end is a little confusing. Now this movie was SO historicaly incorrect, I was expecting a lot much more. There were so many things wrong with it I don’t even know where to start bitching about the whole thing.

Lets just get a few things straight, Mary was no innocent girl, Anne was not the only one to go to France, AND Anne did not steal Henry from Mary. You should really do yourself a favor and study up on Anne after you watch this movie, it makes her look terrible and I don’t care for it.

Back to having fun at Bu’s!

Filed under: daily, movies on March 21st, 2008 | No Comments »