Okay, so I thought I'd get some much done this weekend. So did not happen.

Saturday totally sucked. A very dear woman died earlier that morning. It wasn't totally unexpected, but it was still a shock.

Today, so not as bad.

Except it was very odd to find out my grandfather is dead? On the front page of the newspaper, it stated "Dickey (now deceased)."

WTF people! Now I know, and every one else who knows him, is well aware of how big of a kick he is getting out of this. The media botched it again. Surprise, surprise!. But seriously. How freakin' hard is it to confirm a death? Totally public record. Which the newspaper is in charge of? That's a scary thought. And anyone who knows a single car guy knows that you can't believe a word of the shit that comes of their mouths. Just listen to them for then minutes. You'll figure it out.

But back to business, I got home from work, hoping to actually getting something done. I take a much needed shower when my aunt calls and asks us to go to dinner.

Who can refuse free food? So I go. And I take my brother with me. Okay, so they live on top of this huge hill. I get my car up it. But in a vain attempt to not look like a total dork, I take my little puny car up there and park. After parking, I decided I should pull up some more to try to get out of the way. My brother offers to do it. He tries to move from the place I parked, in the middle of the hill. He couldn't get it to go. So he took it back down the hill so he could get a running start. Still, he can't get it to go. I finally walk down to the bottom of the hill to see what the heck he did. He forgot to take the parking break off. Parking on hills 101 - use your parking break! I take it off and get it up the hill. Not a single problem! Boys!

So we eat. Salad, sausage,sauce...mmm...Oh, and there was some pasta in there too. I'm very glad I went.

But, by the time I get my brother home, I have to be out again. Meeting the girls for Karaoke. Always a blast. Even though I could barely keep my eyes open. Went, saw the crazy people out there and heard the beautiful voices out there.

Got home, still trying to get stuff done, but I figured I should do a post about this bizarre weekend. I don't think I'm going to get anything done tonight either. Oh well.

OH! AND I GOT ATTACKED BY TWO QUAIL! WHAT IS UP WITH THAT?

So yeah...yesterday was awesome. I went hiking, had a great meeting, did some computer junk, and even went wedding shopping. I was also getting all excited about going to Maui too.

But today, today sucked. I felt horrible at work because the wedding is over the 4th, which is one of our busiest times, but then it felt like I was being punished because I was going to be gone. I wouldn't have even thought of going at that time if it weren't Kris' wedding and it weren't in Hawaii. She's like my little sister and I'm like the only one from the family going. There was enough guilt leaving the girls to begin with, let alone with my boss piling it on.

Then my other boss, who is heading out of town, is piling it on too. Not guilt, thank God. But she's so stressed and running out of time. I told her I would do anything to help her, so she started sending me everything under the sun. I feel really bad for her being so under the gun, but I don't think I can do everything before the deadlines.

I just needed to rant, and I had no one but the journal to talk to.

Hopefully, I'm just tired and feeling overwhelmed right now and everything will be fine.

Beach...ocean...waves....

Thursday: Met up with some old friends, one in particular that I had not seen in a long time, had the best night I've had in a very long time. Plus, the barkeep kept giving me tropical orgasms all night.

Friday: Enjoyed Deli Dave's for my friend's last night before the diet from "child-bearing bliss" and had some laughs thanks to Cartman and his love of cats.

Saturday: Cleaned for 12 hours straight. Scrubbed, scrubbed, and scrubbed as much hair and dirt as I could at the kennel.My fever started.

Sunday: Had a wonderful open house for the kennel. I was totally exhausted from cleaning the day before and getting there early to clean some more. The aching got worse.

Monday: Forced myself to work with a cough and dizzy spells. Missed dinner so not to dare get Grandpa sick. Bought *Little Dorrit* to figure out what the heck happened in the end of that epic miniseries.

Tuesday: Again forced myself to work. Found out there were multiple endings to Wolverine. Went to the kennel where I wanted to split my head open from the pain. Jumped for joy when the meeting was canceled.

Wednesday: SLEPT ALL DAY! Pills are good.

Thursday: Work. Again. Did it as fast as I could and went back to bed. Ran to town to finish some errands. Slept. Decided that I needed to share.

So yeah, some week.

Oh, and FYI - for anyone who cares - the Swine Flu (aka Mexican Flu, aka North American Influenza, aka H1N1) is not named for the animal in which it originated, nor for the wonderful pork products it produces. I personally think it's named the Swine Flue because of all the wonderful noises you make while trying to breath with all this crud in your nose. Not that I have the actual strain of H1N1, but it's my theory and I'm sticking to it. And my fever has nothing to do with it!

So this is not something that really needs to go on my facebook page. This is embarrassing and humiliating and the whole world doesn't need to know about it. But I need to share before it drives me crazy.

I have scratches all over my arms and neck from a very excited dog going home.

My glasses got bent by a large dog's foot on my head.

My nose bled because of the same dog's bony head in my face.

My hand got cut on a gate.

My finger got crushed by a trash bin.

One leg was drenched in drool.

The other got drenched in pee.

My lap got vomited on by a cat.

And I got a giant zit on my chin.

It was a very odd weekend.


***All in all, the pee was the worse part. It was the first time it has ever happened after working in a dog kennel for nine years.***

You know...it's nice to get out and have some fun with friends, but it's very easy to loose track of how *much* fun you're having especially when others are pouring the drinks.

Why did I choose a career in computers? They totally hate me.

All the way through school, I kept getting lost in the system. I could never post anything to the server and I always, always had to have someone else set up all my classes.

And tonight, I had to sign up for a Blockbuster card for the third time in two years. I even had the card, and I had to do it again.

I can't decide if this is really cool or really really sad.



If nothing else, it's intriguing.

Last week was nothing if not irritating. There wasn’t anything special going on, if at all. But I felt rushed and pushed.

So part of it was I went to the dentist and they did the whole shebang of the x-rays, teeth cleaning, flossing, scraping, swishing, spitting. And then I had to wait for the doctor to come and take a five second look inside my mouth and tell me it looks great and I could go. Fifteen minutes for the cleaning and fifteen minutes waiting for the all mighty doctor (who technically isn’t a real doctor, he’s a dds). When I finally get out to pay the bill, the receptionist runs my card and is praising me for keeping up with my oral health since I don’t have insurance and paying everything out of pocket. She goes on and on and thanks me for paying and hands me my slip and then tells me that had a paid in cash it would have been 5% off. I was torqued! It totally craped on my whole day.

I had to take two of my friends out (two different days of the week) because they’ve been having horrible times in work and acquaintances. It wasn’t going out that was irritating, it was the fact that these two very strong women were having such an awful time they needed to get out and leave it all behind for a bit. We had fun, but it was stressful just listening to the horrific tolls thrown on them. I was glad to spend the time with my girls, but not the reasons.

Last, but most defiantly not least, I don’t know what the heck was going on last week but for some reason not a single frikin’ person could use their turn signal. I know I shouldn’t let this get to me so bad, but I can’t help it. TURN SIGNALS ARE THERE FOR A REASON. THEY COME STANDARD (INFACT - THEY ARE REQUIRED!) ON ALL VEHICLES! THERE IS NO REASON WHY YOU CAN’T TOGGLE THE LITTLE LATCH TO MAKE THAT IDDY-BIDDY BULB LIGHT UP SO THAT PEOPLE KNOW YOU ARE PLANNING TO TURN!

These weren’t the only things that happened last week, but they were the most irritating and frustrating and I really needed to let some of it out before this week turned out the same.

This week I have learned that it never hurts to flirt with the cute waiter who brings you raw fish, people without gallbladders can digest wasabi (though, as I understand it, it doesn't burn any less going down), and the reason why Pueblo's economy is still doing okay is because the only thing to do in this town is to go shopping.

Frik'in' awesome!!!

I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. And to see people you know up on the stage was even better!

The scene changes were flawless, the live orchestra was magnificent, and the actors were superb! Not to mention the great lighting!!!

It's the same story as the movie but completely different. The play is a musical and has a completely different atmosphere. The movie is a drama with delightful British accents. And of course both end with the full monty.

But it was so nice to get out of town for a bit with the girls and have some fun.

The other night my friends and I went to go see "He's Just Not That Into You."

I was completely disappointed by the movie. It was so sappy that I thought I was going to loose my lunch. And I like sappy! But there was just so much of it. Not to mention the fact that it was pretty much a sad rip-off of "Love Actually."

But there was one thing I did get out of the movie. People don't communicate anymore. They don't even speak to one another. They text, email, blog, myspace, facebook, and do every thing else under the sun but speak to other human beings. And I realize the irony of posting this on my blog (which I know only like three people even read), but I just can't ignore the sheer idiocy of it!

Through out the movie, people were more engaged in their cell phones (which I personally think should now be called texters since the phone function is rarely used anymore) then they were with the movie or even the people they came with. And I understand the movie sucked, but come on, have some common courtesy.

I can understand that some things just don't merit a phone call, but you don't need to have a complete conversation with sentences being sent back and forth. It's ridiculous.

These new forms of communication are stifling our culture. People are striving to be the same as everyone else. Our entire language is going to consist of Leet speak. We aren't going to have any kind of literature. We're already seeing the effects of everyone being of the same state of mind and loosing any value in our individuality.

If we keep this up, there isn't going to any more great leaders, no great American novel, no individuality, no democracy, no hope.

So I was really sick the last couple of weeks, and I watched DVD after DVD. It was either listen to the movie or to my screaming family. No brainer - the movies won.

But in my fevered state, I hit the audio button on the remote and these strange voices came out of the TV. I was pleasantly surprised that they were funny and pointed out every mistake made in the movie. It was awesome.

I listened to some more. Again, they made fun of the movie and pointed out every mistake and every fault of the actors and directors.

I listened to even more. I began to realize that I prefer the commentaries made by the writers, actors, and some of the directors.

Executive producers are boring. All they talk about are budgets and how they got the movie in production.

Directors are interesting. Some are very interesting and some are just as boring as the Exec Producers. They talk about camera movements, sets, locations, actors and their moods, and focus on details.

Writers are pretty cool. They talk about how many times they had to change the script to suit director's changes, actor's changes, and available sets and locations. They also talk about all the little jokes, fillers, and name drops they add. I love that kind of stuff! I like the writers.

Actors! Okay, there weren't too many actors on the commentaries, but the ones that were, were fantastic. They're the ones that have to take the character and make them come to life. Now, as far as I'm concerned, you can't have a good story unless you have great characters. The actors on the commentaries were hilarious while giving invaluable insight to the characters they are portraying. Love, love, love the actors.

Once again my birthday is filled with the scent of despair. Today, my grandmother was diagnosed with a severe heart condition that nearly shut down her kidneys and liver. My grandfather went in to have an infection removed from his face, and it turned out to be a tumor connected to his eye.

I don't know what it is that my birthday always seems to have this awful black cloud. Last year, Jim was on his deathbed. The year before that, my grandmother (other grandmother) was preparing for her dangerous back surgery so that she could move again. And for the record, my first birthday was when my great-grandfather started his slow decline toward death from his horrible case of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s.

And I know it's bad to wallow in self pity when there are so many more important things going on, but it really kind of hurts when only one person calls you to wish you "happy birthday."

So, here goes another year. And I hope, no pray, to God that this one be better then the last.

I was so sad to hear that Scrubs was canceled due to the writer's strike. Damn networks!

But I couldn't believe I saw that it was coming back! And to ABC no less! I think this has only happened a handful of times, and on mostly on shows that didn't fit in with the networks' lineups.

I can't wait to see Elliot and JD hookup!!! Yay!!!

January 6, 2009

The dictionary will define "meh" as an expression of indifference or boredom, or an adjective meaning mediocre or boring.

Full Story

Those of you who know me, know that I am a geek, a nerd, and occasionally (yes! I said occasionally!) a bit of a dork. But this weekend, I went out and had a great time mostly with people I didn't know. It was FuN!

Saturday evening, my friend and I decided we should go out and get a beer. It turned out to be this big group thing with a programmer, a veterinarian, a farmer, a real estate agent, a coffee house owner, and me - the freelance designer slash walking pooper-scooper. It was some night.

We started at the Pub enjoying several kinds and shades of beer and a lot of water (fyi- never drink lots of water when bar hopping, it doesn't turn out well). Then we decided we needed to go dancing at the club "only three blocks" away. Yeah, whatever M! It was six large blocks away, it was cold, and all the girls had to pee like nobodies business. We also passed by several establishments on the way and had to keep my friend who had the horrible week from partaking in each of them.

The club was packed. There wasn't any room on the dance floor to even stand let alone shake our can't dance asses. So we enjoyed yet another beer.

When the crowd became too much for us, we headed back to the Pub. On the way, we stopped at the coffee shop for a bit. It was very cool. We were just hanging out in one of the coolest shops in town in the middle of the night enjoying the vintage vinyl stereo. Awesome.

On Sunday, my friends and I (minus TC who was still recovering from Saturday night) went out for a birthday celebration. And celebrate we did.

We had girly drinks and karaoke all around, and the Victoria Secret girls were strutting their stuff. So while shooting my cinnamon hot damn, I was being taught "how to engage," and the three S's. I can't remember the S's right now, but I do remember them padding their breasts all night.

We had to dodge some elbows and some q-sticks, but it was so much fun. And I got pretty tipsy. But you know, when you drink that much, it's bound to happen. It's quite the list of drinks, and some were much better then others.

White Russian - not bad, it needs ice cream.

Tequila Sunrise - pretty, not much kick

Madori Sour - radioactive green with a cherry, very good

Pineapple Upside-down Cake - tastes like it came right from the oven

Cinnamon Hot Damn Shot - smoother then I thought it would be

Watermelon Pucker Shot - not bad for watermelon

Hurricane - very, very good

Malibu and Coke - obviously

So today, got up, fed dogs, hangover, went back to bed, worked, recovered, dinner, and post. The weekend was much more exciting, and I hope to have some more. All I need to do is find someplace that has line dancing!

Hello all!

I just recovered from the fabulous evening I had on Sunday night. Yes, I did have to work, but I had so much fun. I got all dolled up (which as most of you know hardly ever happens) like a real girl and partied the night away.

My slinky little dress had glitter on it and, boy howdy, did it go everywhere. Every bit of me was covered. As well as everyone who hugged, touched, or even came near me. But, luckily, everyone was in good humor about it and I was the belle of the ball.

I got a beautiful bouquet of red roses. And even though I got them from Susan, it was really nice to get some flowers.

By the time the night was done, there had been tears, laughs, and giggles. Mostly giggles. We finished the night with group Karaoke and a montage of the YMCA. It was awesome.

We spend all this money on expensive razors with not two, but three, wait...four and five? blades because they have all these wonderful add-ons to them like moisture strips, lotion dispensers, comfort handles, etc.

Boy marketing is a wonderful thing. How much can you change a razor? The little thing has one purpose; to cut the hair away from your skin. And unless you were really, really creative, I don't think you could use the little blades for anything else.

Tonight, I bought a pack of disposable razors because I'm cheap and didn't want to go home and get my good one (I'm house sitting thirty minutes away from my house). I got the closest shave I've had in a long time and I'm hoping it will last longer too.

I got ten razors for $2.94. Granted, I did feel like I was going to hack my legs up. But again, I did get a very close shave.

Yes, I know it's totally tragic, but it took up a whole minute of wasted time!

Emo Leanings: Yah, you deleted that high-angled, artsy MySpace photo a while back, but you aren't fooling anyone. Perhaps you are on the back nine of your emo phase, but your studded belt buckle is still showing...you aren't out of the dark yet. So to speak.


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