last supper

well folks, all good things must come to an end. it's my official last night in the US of A. it's been a fantastic summer. good food, friends, family, etc. i love america. i'll miss you old blue.

tear,

sara

Indian party

Not many people I know associate with anyone from their high school let alone call them friends. So, when I tell people I'm getting together with my friends from high school they tend to look at me like I've just told them I'm a lesbian. There are at least 20 of us which makes it even more insane and we have the best of times.

Everyone came in for Sonia and Dhruvs engagement party. Sonia and Dhruv did not date in high school nor did they like each other. But now happily they are to be married next year, so you know this calls for a gigantic Indian party. The first time I learned what okra was it was at Dhruv's house. His parents used to throw fabulous parties with Indian Saris and bindis galore. It was nothing short of amazing.

So, the crew came into town on Friday night and I got home at 5:30 am. On Saturday I woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon which is hilarious because I had to get ready to leave for the engagement party pretty much at 5:30.

The engagement party was like a wedding reception. Pretty standard really. Food, drinking, dancing FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! They played Indian music and we ate Indian food and drank Indian wine..haha. The music was great...in fact it was so great I'm pretty sure I did a toe touch at some point in time. That's how crazy it got.

Hey, at least I had cute underwear on. Enclosed are some pics. I'm not gonna lie...I don't remember ever taking any of them, but hey, I must have kicked myself in the head when I did that toe touch.

Can't get the pics...maybe tomorrow.

We are family..hey hey hey

Man, so much to write and so little time!

Schol's chewing tobacco, mullets, drugs, alcohol, sleeping around=things my family does. Last weekend I was gone "visiting family" you know, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins. I was blown away when I drove to "IGA" to pick up some fried chicken and my uncle and cousin had never seen a GPS system before. They were like, "WHAT is that?" Like an alien had taken over the body of the car and had extracted itself through the GPS. So, I explained to them what a GPS does and how it works etc. How can they not know what a GPS is? But, then again my uncle has a mullet, was chewing schol and had a beer in his hand. My mom is a Smith, and comes from smalltown Indiana but went off to college and is the only one of eight kids who has gone to college and didn't get pregnant at 17, and she's not divorced. Thank God!! Many of my uncles are druggies, alcoholics, and think it's fun to shoot "coons" at night time. I on the other hand, like to watch a good episode of Dr. 90210 while painting my nails. You can see how our two worlds would possibly collide. But, at the end of the day when it's all said and done I love all of my family so much and I wouldn't trade them for anything. It makes for a good episode of Jerry Springer anyway!

To come:Indian party details, dog food etc.

all good things come to an end

Nice try Katie...

So, tonight was my last night at CR. I couldn't stop from crying practially an ocean's amount of water. CR was filled with my tears and people had to whisk their life jackets and sea oars along with a kayak out of their bags just to get out of the place. Quite a dramatic exit for the young Fisel. We're lucky we all made it out alive. Hmm, all in all in was the perfect summer job easy, easy, 40% off and easy. Thanks CR...cheers to you.


http://www.charlotte-russe.com/

I just got done eating pizza at a restaurant with my parents. I saw a woman that had the biggest wedgie I've seen in my 25 years of breath. I wanted to pick it out myself, that's how bad it was. But then I just thought to myself maybe she likes it that way and thanked God for Victorias Secret.

Cr sad,
SF

holy moly

So, for some reason I was born with lots of moles and freckles all over my body. Whatever, I'm used to it not, but every time I go to the doctor I feel like I'm going to the dentist. Each time I go to the dentist and I don't have a cavity it's like YES! That's how it is with going to the doctor. Each time I go and they don't see any moles they have to cut out it's like YES. But usually, for the past four years each time I go they find one, or two and I have to go back for the knife. So, I just got back and I have a gigantuous gaping hole in my left leg where a mole used to be.

Four years ago I was diagnosed with basil cell carcinoma

http://www.intelihealth.com/IH/ihtIH/EM/9339/10690.html

on my face. I was 21 years old with dark hair and dark eyes. This was unheard of. So I had what's called Moh's surgery.

http://www.mohssurgery.org/pdfs/patient_information_brochure.pdf#search=%22mohs%20surgery%22

I laid in a freezing room on a table with a little open backed gown on while the doctor cut my cheek open and the nurse held my hand. I cried the whole time. She cauterized the hole and I smelled my burnt flesh then I waited in the waiting room completely traumatized for twenty minutes then I had to go in and do it all over again. It was the worst experience of my entire life and I will never ever forget it. This is why I'm now terrified of the sun and I get on my friends about wearing sun screen and tanning beds.

So, I'm somewhat of a hypochondriac these days, but hey, that's ok I suppose.

After she cut my mole off today she showed it to me floating in a small clear medical cup.
I didn't need to see that. I've already had enough drama in my life. But I waved goodbye to the mole and I thanked it for being a part of my life for 25 years. Hopefully it's not cancer filled. I can't handle wearing that silly gown again. Talk about a buzz kill.

mole less in seattle
sf

medicated pussy......cat that is

So, my dad has a little dish that he puts his vitamins and advil in for each new day. His advil was crazily disappearing and we had no idea where it was going. No big deal, the cat was just EATING it for several weeks.

That's right folks, Lucky was eating the advil. Perhaps she had a hang-over from all that milk I gave her, or maybe she had bad cramps? Either way, she's as healthy as a horse. A cat taking advil.

Only in the Fisel household.

pp where?

On the movie " look who's talking" i seem to remember simple song after he got potty trained and i think it went something like this, " pee pee in the pottY, poo poo in the pottY" ya, apparently some people haven't learned that song yet as someone urinated on a pair of jeans in the fitting rooms of CR tonight.


new low blow

he she it we

My dad pronounces Jimmy Buffets name like B.U.F.F.E.T. Like...eating at a buffet. That just has to stop.

Also, our dog is a male, Gunnar. For some reason my parents just can't stop calling him SHE and HER. WHY is it so hard to say HE if it's a male? I just don't understand it. Can someone please help me understand this. I've corrected them for the past two months and they just aren't getting it. I'm surprised they don't call me Matt (my brothers name) HILARIOUS!!!!!

I love being at home though and I love my parents, they rock!!!! I only have 2.5 weeks left and I'm getting sad.

Did I tell you I saw an old grandpa grinding a 20 year old at a bar in Indy last weekend? Yikes. The world is officially coming to an end.

Sb pscyho

My mom ran over a frog yesterday while mowing. I was washing my car and as she walked by she said, "I just ran over a frog, I skinned it alive." Cool, frog legs for dinner! That's about the most exciting thing going on right now.

I had a fun weekend in Indy and I have to tell you about this lady I met at Starbucks on the way down. She was in front of me in line and then I ordered a peppermint mocha like I always do. In a very overly loud voice she screams in a southern accent similar to britney spears " OH, that sounds soooooooooo good." So, then she says (while rubbing my arm) "What are you doing today sweetie?" I don' t like when perfect strangers call me sweetie or carress my arm. I told her I was visiting from South Bend and that I would be in town for the weekend. She said, "Oh, you be careful driving and be careful with your friends. I know you gals like to get silly, but don't get silly, God loves you, God Bless you. Do you go to church?" Umm..weren't we just talking about a peppermint mocha and now we're talking about the state of my soul? When I told her I was a missionary in Spain she freaked out and started doing a circus monkey dance. I left and while in my car I couldn't help but laugh. Did that just really happen? Oh yes it did.

silly sally,
SF

take it off

I can't get used to wearing an engagement ring. It's actually quite distracting. It's worse than a cell phone and I've almost gotten in like five accidents because I can't stop staring at my hand. And I've almost been blinded by the glare of the gigantuous diamond...haha

I am terrified of getting it dirty or scratched and yesterday I actually asked my mom if it was OK to get it wet. I didn't wear it to the gym in fear of ruining it on the spot and the ladies asked me where it was and I said, " I don't want to get it dirty." There wasn't a dry eye in the place after I said that from sheer laughter. The lady was like "I have never heard anyone say that before. " What can I say, I'm a clean freak.

Today I went to the doctor and she goes " So, you're engaged" I wanted to say " Ya, how did you know?" but then I realized it was probably because she saw my ring. Can I just say that I am not a big fan of the doctor and I can't believe that someone I've known for five minutes has to look at my naked body. That just automatically raises the bar and in a matter of minutes we were on a whole new level.

I'm going to go look at my ring. I took it off so I wouldn't mess it up typing.........................

Ta Ta!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SLF

holy monkeys

im engaged.

haha everyone always writes it so big so I decided to be different!

Who would want to marry me?! Mr. Antonio Luque, that's who! Aug 11 2007 I officially get to have sex. How cool!!