Friday, October 30, 2009

I am going to try to avoid dating bottle rockets in the future

Who's been neglecting their blog?  I have!  I have! 
Yeah, so I'm in a really weird mood today.  Feeling kinda goofy...which is good because I've felt quite crappy most of the week.  Wow, I really haven't posted anything since before last weekend. 

I went to Freaker's Ball last Friday...which was amazingly great.  Ok, I won't lie the end of the evening gets pretty fuzzy for me...but still, I had a blast!  Yay for rock music, and yay for alcohol.
Saturday the pull of homecoming and the Duck Dash won over so I drove three and a half hours out of my way to go to those festivities.  Also had a fabulous time there. 
Sunday I had a lunch with an ex of mine.  That was really nice, and kinda sad.  After lunch I got to see my old roommate and some friends that I hadn't seen in forever.  I also was told, "you should stop dating straights, crazies, and bottle rockets".  Yeah, some of my friends smoke pot.  Then I had to start my drive back home...and almost cried.  I really hate driving...I am a much better passenger.

This week has been rather eventful as well...but not in the fun way.  Lately I have felt just completely run down and just blah...I would say this has been going on for like a month.  For the past two weeks I have been getting these random mystery bruises on my legs and feet.  Tuesday I finally talked myself into going to the doctor (I am really terrified of doctors).  My doctor was really cute baffled by my symptoms and ordered all sorts of blood work.  That was a fun adventure because apparently I have tiny veins and it took three nurses and a butterfly needle before they could extract enough blood from me.  This leads me to believe that I am not feeling well because I don't actually have any blood in my body.  The cute chick in the white coat doctor was amused but decided that my self diagnosis was unlikely.  *shrugs* 
The blood work came back yesterday and apparently none, that's right NONE, of my tests are normal.  So now I have to go to a hematologist.  GREAT, just what I wanted, I get to see another doctor.  Blah.

Also yesterday Mother Nature remembered that she hates me so she sent a horrible torrential downpour my way.  It took me three hours to drive the 47 miles from my office to my home...and you have to understand I live in the country, so 47 miles should take roughly 40 minutes and 52 seconds (unless of course you have to slow down to avoid deer, cows, or tractors).  I don't have to contend with traffic jams of the "normal" variety.  I arrive home to a frantic gay husband, who is trying desperately to keep water from flooding the downstairs of our home.  He did a pretty damn good job...I am soooo glad that the new flooring we put down over the summer didn't get ruined.  Our garage was not quite so lucky though.

I did get a nice surprise in the mail on Wednesday, my wonderful cousin (PsychoHoseBeast) sent me a book.  She's the bestest most goodest cousin in the world!  I can't wait to start reading it this weekend.

I am really hoping for a nice, peaceful, restful weekend.  I wish you all a safe and Happy Halloween!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

How many frequent flyer miles do I get for flying by the seat of my pants?

Tomorrow morning I will be headed towards Grand Prairie to meet up with some friends and head to the Freaker's Ball.  I'm so freakin' excited I can barely contain myself!  I fully intend on drinking a ridiculous amount of alcohol, smoking too many cigarettes, acting irresponsibly, and just rocking out with my....well just rocking out.

I haven't exactly figured out what I'm gonna do on Saturday.  I have several friends in the Dallas area that I haven't seen in way too long.    BUT a friend of mine in the Houston area has requested that I help her build/decorate a beer pong/flip cup table (I can be crafty when the end result is a drinking game).  AND it's also homecoming at the university that I used to work for, so I was thinking about swinging by there and seeing some of my former coworkers...then I could go to Duck Dash (which of course I adore).

I suck at making decisions.  *sigh*  I suppose I'm gonna pull a Julia Roberts Vivian Ward and just fly by the seat of my pants.

*Quack Quack*

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Lists are good...and bad...and ugly

I've attempted a couple of times to write a post, and I seem to just ramble today you get lists...

The Good:

- A long lost friend came to visit me Monday.  I'm still recovering.

- Someone brought doughnuts to work today...and there were the cake ones that aren't all crazy sweet.

- I am super excited that I get to go see Alice in Chains with a long lost dear friend of mine on Friday.

- I am super excited that I have the whole day off work Friday.  Three day weekends are awesome.

- I just realized that there's a Facebook app upgrade for BlackBerry that fixed my issues with iPhone peeps.

The Bad:

- I just used 30 minutes of my life in an attempt to explain the difference between a row and a column to a coworker.  *slaps forehead in frustration*

- Accidentally calling people when you're having sex is embarrassing.  When it's a coworker it's absolutely mortifying.  Thanks coworkers who have given me hell all week!

- On part of my day off on Friday I have to go to the Dept of Transportation to get a new ID...icky

- I can't post comments to the Facebook statuses of iPhone users?  What the fudgesicle?  iPhone gets an app upgrade and my Facebook world has to fall apart?  Not cool.

The Ugly:

- All of the news coverage of the Heene family is getting on my last nerve.  A hoax used as a publicity stunt is rewarded with publicity.  Sheesh.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009


Today I have a rant.  I was going to rant on Sunday, but was too pissed off.  Then I was going to rant yesterday, but decided I wanted to think about the topic just a little more.  But the more I think about it, the more confused and angry I get.

This past Saturday night my roommate invited this new guy over to hang out, play some games, have a few drinks.  Cool.  We've been wanting to meet some people in the area.  Well this guy shows up and seemed nice enough at first, but it really didn't take long for him to completely get on my nerves. 

The first sign that we wouldn't get along was the seemingly endless racist jokes.  Seriously, if you have to preface your "joke" with a comment like, "I'm not racist but....", then it's almost guaranteed that you're about to make a racist comment that's going to piss me off.  Also, just because you dated a black woman once doesn't prove to me that you aren't racist.  I mean I dated men once, does that make me straight?  Umm, no.

The next sign that we're not going to BFF's has to do with my name.  Personally I'm not very good with names either, so it didn't bother me at first when he called me by the wrong name.  So I feel he should NOT get all huffy with me when I don't pronounce his name incorrectly.  His name is Derrick, I'm sorry that I said Derrick and not Derrick.   I apologize that I didn't properly stress the last syllable of his name *rolls eyes*...that being said, he should understand my considerable frustration when he called me Ashley, Amanda, Sarah, Megan, and whatever other names were inserted other than my actual name.  I think he started to notice that I was getting annoyed so rather than even make an attempt at remember my name he started referring to me as "the lesbian" or "bitch".  Not cool. 

This brings me to another point.  The roomie and I refer to each other by bitch, hoe, hooker...the list goes on and on.  BUT that is different, he's my best friend, we know each other very well...we know (usually) what's ok and what isn't ok. And we know that it's all in fun.  I met this person like 2 hrs prior and he thinks he is on the same level as my best friend?  Really?  Really?

So the racist jokes and the name thing were annoying.  And now another friend of ours (who happens to be black) comes over.  Derrick at one point won a round of some card game we were playing and literally said, "white power!".  And then later he asked, "where's your hue challenged friend, it's his turn".  I thought my jaw was going to fall off of my face.  Is this guy fucking serious?!? 

By this point I had consumed a few alcoholic beverages and was having a very difficult time holding my tongue.  I decided it was probably a really good time to go outside and have a cigarette.  My roommate could tell I was upset so he came outside to check on me.  I made it clear that I didn't like this guy and that I would prefer if he was asked to leave.  Did that happen?  No.  What did I do?  I was rude to him, made him look foolish a few times, threatened to throw a shot glass at him once (I'm almost positive I wouldn't actually throw a shot glass at another human being), then I finally became frustrated to the point that I decided to remove myself from the situation and go to bed.

David (black friend) actually had fun hanging out with this guy, as did my roommate and his boyfriend.  I could not understand why I was the only one who was offended.   And honestly I don't know exactly what I should have done.  But I damn sure should've told the guy that I was offended instead of just being passive aggressive about the whole situation.  It makes me sad that there is so much hate and anger floating around and rather than try to fix it, I perpetuated it.  Alcohol, you are not always my friend.  The next time I encounter this guy I think I need to have a civilized chat with him about everything that happened, and how I feel about it.

Input and advice would be greatly appreciated.

Monday, October 12, 2009

I like to think outside the bun

So when my Taco Bell Border Sauce packet asked, "Will you marry me?", I seriously considered saying yes.

Sorry, for the truly craptastic photo...the camera on my phone and I do not get along so well.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Ducky 0 - Insects 2

Ok, so I told you about the cricket incident...but I totally forgot to tell the bee story.  The other day (I can't remember which one, but it was definitely this week) I was outside my office smoking with a coworker, and I was stung by a bee.  This was a completely unprovoked attack...again I was just minding my own business and nature turned on me.  I kinda feel like that guy in that movie that kept getting attacked by harmless cutesy creatures.  Failure to Launch...I think.  But anyway, that's not really the point.  I was just sitting there chatting with my coworker and I felt a little tickle on my neck.  I thought it was the tag on my i reached back and adjusted the tag, all is well in my world now.  So I thought.  A few moments later I feel another tickling sensation further down my back.  I immediately jumped up and was pulling at the back of my shirt, because of course I thought a spider was attacking me.  This really only succeeded in startling the bee in my shirt, and I was promptly stung.  OUCHY!  So now I have this huge itchy red welt on my back.  I don't like it. 

Instead of my normal perfume I think I'm just going to douse myself in Raid everyday. 

Friday, October 9, 2009

Rubber Ducky, You're Flippin' HUGE

I ran across this project by Dutch artist Florentijn Hofman...and my jaw dropped.  This cute little humongous ducky has travelled to Japan, Europe, and Brazil...I'm hoping for a stop in the U.S.  I would be willing to make quite a roadtrip to see this...

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Like a duck to water my ass

This post is long overdue...because I procrastinate and don't download pics from my camera in a timely fashion.  So, I'm rewinding and going to revisit the beginning of September.

Labor Day Weekend for me was spent with family that I haven't seen in way too long.  My younger brother, his wife, and two of their kiddos drove in from Georgia to spend the weekend.  My brother brought his boat with him (only my baby brother would think it was a good idea to haul a boat from Georgia to Texas), his wakeboards, and his "Little Precious" charm.  He convinced me, his "senior citizen" sister, to attempt wakeboarding.  I seriously can't say no him....cute little bastard.  Anyway, he seems to be good at everything he does and wakeboarding is no exception.  I had trouble timing the camera with his tricks, but I did manage to get a picture or two of him showing off...

My sister-in-law, who I was meeting for the first time, was completely awesome!  I had such a great time getting to know her and my nephews.  She is a hairstylist, and she was kind enough to give me a new 'do. As payment she forced me to ride on the tube thingy with her, and much to my delight I did not die.  Unfortunately nobody got a photo of that little adventure.  But here's a pic of my newest sister wakeboarding (she was thrilled I got a pic because this was the first time she had gotten up)...

Next it was my turn to attempt wakeboarding.  I didn't do so well...

I guess you can lead a duck to water, but you can't make it a pro wakeboarder.