The Checky Carolina Madras

One Thursday, the evil spawn, also known as my roommate, guilted me into escorting her through the overpass. Destination? the land of temptation: Arden Fair Mall. I agreed only upon the condition that we stroll by the pleasingly graceful and stylish "Hot Dog On A Stick" (only for the fries). With the conditions set clear, we blasted through five music performances provided by her teal IPod and On-the-Go playlist to soon arrive THERE. I couldn't bare! all the retail stores were brandishing their 2008 Spring Collections: the cuts, the styles, the washes! Taking into account that I had spend the last five month in mere destitute, I couldn't  dare make useless acquisitions of property; it didn't matter how beautiful the conspicuous demonstration of indigo stone-wash jeans were. Instead, I jotted down the waxed surface overlooking my pace- lifting and setting down each foot in turn. 

In all the commotion, I had omitted that I was only there for means of approval for  the perfect dress. I mean you don't buy a skirt without asking your friends first if it looks good on you. Attempt after attempt of the limited selection, we finally stumbled across the as you call it, "perfect little black dress." It really was perfect, elegant and sexy, my roommate looked like she belonged on a tuxedo.....as a bow tie of course. Meanwhile, I was browsing through the shoe section catching glimpses of myself on every other mirror in that department when there it was....Steve Maddens' Spring Collection of Strappy Wedged Sandals. Saffron, Charcoal, Olive, but the pair I adored where a checky Caroline Madras size eight please! The fit was perfect. Once again "I was only there for means of approval...check!" but I couldn't stop thinking about them, what I could wear to match them, where I could wear them to, the compliments I would get. I was obsessing and it was mid afternoon! So I did what every other obsessing gal would do. . gave into temptation. 

South Park Slaughters

Currently at work, bombared by a production company for Animal Planet that decided to land a new show called Animal Witness. Two gentlemen, part of the filming crew, flew in yesterday from Chicago to begin setting up for the filming based on a murder case Dr. Halverson (my head hauncho) worked on in 1998. The case was dubbed "The South Park Slaughers" and it follows:

The State Vs, Leuluaialii (97-C-08256-9) and State Vs, Tuilefano (97-C-01391-3):
The crimes, which shocked Seattle and generated sensational publicity there for almost two years, took place on December 9, 1996. 20 year-old Raquel Rivera and her boyfriend, 22- year-old Jay Johnson, were shot and killed after men kicked down the door of the couple's South Park home, and were refused their demans for drugs or cash.

The couple's dog, Chief, a pit bull-Labrador mix, was also shot, and died two days later- but not before leaving his mute, but ultimately damning testimony on the murderers' clothing. The dog, thought mortally wounded and bleeding profusely from a shot in the face, was actually still running around the house when police arrived on the scene .

Two members of a local gang called the "Mad Pack," were arrested and charged with the murders. Eye-witness accounts, including those obtained from other Mad Pack gang members in plea-bargaining agreements, implicated the two defendants, Kenneth "Sable Claus" Leuluaialii and George "Scoppy" Tuilefano, both in their early twenties.

Two jackets and a pair of pants, alleged to belong to the defendants, were recovered and found to have blood stains and hair evidence that link them to the crime. After preliminary tests, the Seattle police lab indicated that the blood on the clothing was not of human origin. A reference sample of Chief's blood and samples of the blood-stained pieces of clothing were send to Dr. Halverson for testing. The results showed that the blood in Chief's referance sample and the blood on all three clothing samples matched at all ten loci. The likelihood of such a match occuring by chance between two different, mixed-breed dogs is approximately 1 in 300 billion! You can imagine what the verdict was.

The episode should be out by August, one of the crew members told me that they still have to interview an attorney from the prosecution team and a couple of the officers from the Seattle Police Department.  So they have a lot more traveling to do and much more data to collect, in addition to writing the scripts and running it by production. I was kind of hoping the cute camera guy would interview me, but I figured it was for the best that he didn't, I probably would have responded with a chain of giggles. lol.  So I settled for lunch followed by an interesting conversation about mitochondria DNA. No worries, I still got dolled up! my hair looks amazing considering this odd muggy weather.-

The Little Yellow Note

The Skinny on Last Friday:

 Before heading downtown to the local saloon's, I noticed a little yellow note on my windshield.  Of course, my initial thought was Neighbors. What provoked them this time? The extended invitation to after hours guests was limited to four, the Pomeranian was gone and I rarely steal their wireless net anymore... perhaps it was my high pitch vocal cords attempting to mimic Ms. Clarkson in "beautiful disaster" this morning.  Regardless, I made a pass at the note and I was delightfully surprised to read:

"Your very beautiful! and want ya to call me! 

  I was the guy in the van...lol.. hit me up!

  (209) 555-5555. " - Casanova (not really his name).

I snickered because I actually recall seeing him parked near my apartment complex in a van, I assumed he was waiting for someone, I didn't give it much thought, I was consumed with the fact that I had misplaced my wallet and without "The License"- issued to operate motor vehicles; not to establish eligibility for employment, voter registration, or public benefits- I wasn't allowed to greet the choices hops, rice and barley malt that night. I do, however, remember thinking he was good-looking, sporting some shades that complimented him well. Obviously this fellow made an impression, don't get me wrong, he had smooth operator written all over his note, but the guy isn't a liar, I am pleasing to sight. lol. So after discussing it with my roommate who was totally wooed away by the gesture (she's easy), I decided to text him. 

Of course not that weekend, picnic day was 12 hours away and 4-20 was to follow. Thus, today during lunch, I decided to be breezy and text:

"Thank you for the compliment, stranger, cheesy

  but worthy of a text."

That afternoon consisted of gradual texting from both parties, the standard, where, who, what, when lingo... making the objective of his little yellow note clear:

"Just didn't think it wud b smart leaving without a mark u know?

  Wuda been a shame not cyan ya again"

Excluding the small talk, I collected that he is from Florida and here for school.... followed by the invasive "what's your schedule like?" because he was in a rush and wanted to dial the digits later. A little uneasy how Casanova was getting too comfortable already, but he's quite the charmer, he made sure he thanked me for "hitting him up" and assured I wouldn't regret it.... and that kind of confidence earns big laughs by my part, so I told him when I was free and he assured he would call then.