My heart is breaking

WDSU of New Orleans is doing live local news streaming on the web. We’re watching this constantly and the images from this storm are breaking my heart. The devastation is almost too much to believe.
The storm is over and it is still getting worse.
I don’t even know what to say. The mind boggles waching this.
David’s parents are safe in Arkansas and for that I am grateful.


I’m about halfway done with editing my pics. I accidentally hit a button when switching between apps and it set off a domino effect so vast that my computer actually crashed. The thing about OSX is that it rarely completely crashes, usually you just lose a program here or there and restart the program. And really, the whole thing didn’t crash but the 4 program clusterfuck was beginning to take up resources and was not righting itself fast enough for my impatient tastes.
Word of warning, do not accidentally hit the ‘iDVD’ button in iPhoto when you have your 4000 picture library open. It will try to export every one of those 4000 photos to iDVD and there is NO cancel button (stupid). Things get very ugly for a while.
So, yeah, half way done with my pics and I’ll get them posted. soon.
Still no word from David’s parents. Marshall called earlier today to say that his house was destroyed. He left a message so we were not able ask questions or anything, so I’m not sure what the details are. He declared his love for David over the phone. Marshall, if you’re going to steal my boyfriend you better get me lots (LOTS) of Elvis gifts from Graceland or I’ll really kick your ass. And I want ‘Fat Elvis’ stuff, no ‘TCB’ or early, young, healthy Elvis bullshit. Fat, sick, drugged out Elvis is the king of the elvis world.
Why am I so cranky today? I don’t know but people are pissing me off and everyone I know is cranky and pissed off. We need an international punch-fest or something. Asses need to be kicked. Hard.
Good luck to Lily on her tonsil surgery! I promise that in the international punch-fest I will not be punching you, babe!
Alright, I need food to put in my belly and arms to wrap around me.

Can I fart in your pajamas?

Dang, yo. I don’t have the energy to recount the party. It was a lovely time, so much fun, no sleep til 6am and I had to get up at 8am to get Alex to the airport.
The party was a success, I was late getting food out but no one really noticed. It was crowded, people had a good time. There were virtually no leftovers. I don’t know if it’s because I did not make enough or if the food was that good. I’m hoping it was because it was that good but I know that’s probably not it. I was so flustered all night I hardly ate anything. I was sad to have missed out on most of my cheese plate!
Pictures and details later. Alex DID make it in for the party! He was in lovely minnesota for all of 18 hours but it was a fun packed 18 hours. Julie, Meg and Tuan all made it in safely and back out to their home states or countries!
Now we focus on hurricane Katrina bearing down directly on David’s family home. They’ve evacuated New Orleans, things don’t look good. Even David’s friend, Marshall is getting out of town and he’s the guy I’d count on to sit on a rooftop punching the hurricane. Good luck to David’s family and to Marshall and his family.
No leftovers…what will I eat?


I am sitting here in the midst of HUGE mixed emotions.
This weekend I am throwing this huge party. My friends are all coming, I’ve got people driving and flying in from out of state, and even from out of the country for this party. I am so excited to see my friends and feed them and present them with all this food goodness.
I’m positively giddy about it.
On the other hand, Hurrican Katrina has attacked Miami and at this time it looks like Alex will not be able to make it. My heart is so heavy right now. We waited and planned and scheduled this party for a weekend that he could be here.
I’m a jumble of happy and sad.
But my panties and my hair match (blue).


48 hours of no deep sleep, when I doze into a nap I dream that the house is empty of food and full of people. I am desperate to find the food and feed the people. I will fail if the people do not eat.
I am slow to respond to emails right now. Sorry. I just can’t be very coherent.
Also, Hurricane Katrina is going to piss me off in ways I can not express.
I’m going to go get my hair cut and then dye it. I’m thinking blue. Maybe orange.