Thanks Heather... I too am a sucker for these. I don't really know why but I love them. And I don't care if you don't like them, I am gonna do it!
1. First thing you wash in the shower? My face.
2. What color is your favorite hoodie? I used to have one in every color when I taught dance. A perk of the job was dressing comfortable all the time. But now my favorite is my black Bengals Hoodie. Who Dey!
3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? Yes. Forever and always.
4. Do you plan outfits? Yes, now that I have lost some weight, I have very few options in my closet. Buy more you say? I still have a bit to go, so I don't want to have to buy clothes twice. I guess I should say that my checking account doesn't want me to buy clothes twice.
5. How are you feeling RIGHT now? Ok, a little bit of a sinus headache and some serious drainage. Sorry cube-mates.
6. What’s the closest thing to you that's red? The top to my amazing sugar free french vanilla coffee creamer.
7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having. I had a dream that I was teaching dance again. It made me happy.
8. Did you meet anybody new today? Yes, my new best friend. Not really, but a woman I only know in passing called me skinny minny and asked me what I have been doing, because I look great! Woot Woot.
9. What are you craving right now? A chocolate chip cookie dough shake with chocolate milk from UDF. That is probably just the South Beach talking...
10. Do you floss daily? Sure don't.
11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage? Napa, the best chicken salad ever.
12. Are you emotional? Yes, I can be. But I try to contain the crazy
13. Have you ever counted to 1,000? I seriously doubt it...
14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it? I have sensitive teeth. Biting it is like biting down on a fork and feeling that zing through your entire body. On a side note, I do love to bite on foil. Love that zing.
15. Do you like your hair? For the most part. This rain, however, is making me want to retract that statement.
16. Do you like yourself? Yes
17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush? Yes, I think that would be thoroughly entertaining.
18. What are you listening to right now? The click click of my mouse as I delete what Heather had previously written. Oh, and myself sniffing.
19. Are your parents strict? They claim they weren't. I claim they were. I had a curfew when I was home in the summer from college. You be the judge.
20. Would you go sky diving? Not unless it was the only thing that I could do to save my family and/or dogs. Or if I was offered a significant sum of cash.
21. Do you like cottage cheese? Yes. I hate it when I think about what it is. And surprisingly the texture does not bother me.
22. Have you ever met a celebrity? I met Pete Delkus. He is a meteorologist in Dallas. He is pretty much a big deal. I have also taken dance workshops from the SYTYCD people back in the day.
23. Do you rent movies often? NETFLIX! Can't live without it now.
24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you're in? My engagement and wedding rings... oh and a sign that someone got me that says "I'm so glam, I sweat glitter". It is covered in rhinestones and a valid statement.
25. How many countries have you visited? 2. Mexico and Canada.
26. Have you made a prank phone call? Haven't we all
27. Ever been on a train? Yes
28. Brown or white eggs? There really is no difference, but I always get white.
29. Do you have a cell-phone? Yes, but it typically disguises itself as facebook or twitter.
30. Do you use chap stick? I try to, but I mostly use lipstick and gloss because my lips are so pale I look deceased without it.
31. Do you own a gun? Yes, well, by association. But I know how to use it and it is my best friend when my husband is out of town. Burglars beware.
32. Can you use chop sticks? No. In fact, I used to carry around those kiddie converter gadgets that they put on kids chopsticks to they can use them. I am not ashamed.
33. Who are you going to be with tonight? I do Heather... I will be with a bunch of sweaty asians at the gym and then at home with my hubby and pups.
34. Are you too forgiving? No, but I think most people deserve a second chance. It is that third chance that it is doozie.
35. Ever been in love? Nope, just wanted the ring.
36. What are your best friend(s) doing tomorrow? Softball game for work. Calm down, I am not playing. I know that you were like, wait... she doesn't do organized sports. I keep score for all the athletic ones at work and cheer them on. After that, we will be hanging out with our best friends Brian and Michele.
37. Ever have cream puffs? Don't think so.
38. Last time you cried? Last week. Got a bit emotional on the cruise for no reason other than the 5 long island iced teas I had consumed. Sorry Zach.
39. What was the last question you asked? To myself, "When was the last time I cried?"
40. Favorite time of the year? In Texas, there aren't really defined times of year other than Summer (for 8 months) and finter (a fall and winter love child consisting of Thanksgiving and Christmas). I love summer for the weekend boating adventures, but I really love fall. I miss it living in Texas.
41. Do you have any tattoos? Nope
42. Are you sarcastic? Nope. {insert sarcasm here}
43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect? Yes.
44. Ever walked into a wall? No, just a refrigerator. Long story.
45. Fave color? Orange.
46. Have you ever been slapped by someone? No, but I have been slapped by a burrito.
47. Is your hair curly? No...straight as a stick
48. What was the last CD you bought? Toadies - Feeler on itunes.
49. Do looks matter? Anyone that says they don't is lying
50. Could you ever forgive a cheater? Hmmm...that's a tough one. Probably not
51. Is your phone bill sky high? 2 iphones... you do the math.
52. Do you like your life right now? Yes.
53. Do you sleep with the TV on? I like to fall asleep with it on, Zach hates that.
54. Can you handle the truth? Better than I can handle a lie.
55. Do you have good vision? With contacts...
56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people? No.
57. How often do you talk on the phone? I must admit I hate talking on the phone. Don't know why, just do. I talk on my phone every few days.
58. The last person you held hands with? Zach.
59. What are you wearing? Lucky Jeans (with a baggy butt) a gray ruffled shirt (too big), a blue cardigan (sadly too big as well) and gray flats. Come to think of it, I look like a short homeless person. Now I want to change. Thanks for that.
61. Can you hula hoop? No, I lost this skill with old age
62. Do you have a job? Yes!
62. What was the most recent thing you bought? Groceries. My life is so exciting, right?
September 9, 2010
July 30, 2010
The Story of High School Sweethearts
Once upon a time there was a boy named Zach and a girl named Kristin. They grew up in different parts of the world. Zach was from Arkansas (stop laughing, it ruins the moment) and Kristin was from Ohio. When Zach's dad decided to move to Ohio, his family loaded up the station wagon and hit the road. Since Zach was in the middle of the school year, he was known at school as the new kid from California (he had long white hair). Lots of girls thought he was cute, but Kristin didn't really see it, not that she could really talk since she was sporting some shit-crazy mall bangs and dressed like her mom. They continues to live their separate lives in the same school for the remainder of the year. It was not until 9th grade that their lives crossed paths.
World Awareness class was where the sparks really flew. OK, maybe not, since we both thought the other person was weird. He thought I dressed like a teacher and she thought he was a really dirty skater dude. Late in 9th grade they realized they had mutual friends. Kristin's boyfriend at the time (David)was one of Zach's best friends. Now they found themselves to be in the same place at the same time on several occasions. The continued the rest of 9th grade as acquaintances.
In 10th grade Kristin got another boyfriend, Dave (she wss such a slut) this one also happened to be one of Zach's best friends. Apparently she had a thing for "Davids". Since they were still all in the same circle of friends, they were friendly. Dave eventually dumped Kristin at school and she was devastated. Kristin had convinced herself that she would marry every boy she went out with. Zach saw her in the hall between classes and knew she was upset. He hugged her and told her it would be alright. Bam. Kristin found her next boyfriend. Now, if only she could convince Zach...
As a newly single lady, Kristin continued to hang out with her ex-boyfriend David (the first one, you follow?) as now he was going out with her best friend, Ashley. Ashley and David did their best to hook Zach and Kristin up, since it just made sense. Duh! Eventually when a Sadie's Hawkins dance was going on at school and Kristin asked, Zach said yes. It was learned years later that the reason he went is because David begged him and Kristin offered to pay for the tickets. The picture below is of said dance. Doesn't Zach look thrilled to be going on this date?
About a month after that dance, Zach and Kristin were an item. They dated all through high school and into college. They had one brief separation when Zach was looking for greener pastures, but he eventually found his way back. On December 17, 2004 Zach proposed to Kristin in the most amazing way ever and 8 months later... they got married. Shortly after getting married, Zach got a job and they packed up and moved cross country to Dallas. They work for the same company and love life in Texas with their 2 dogs. And they lived happily ever after - hopefully with babies eventually.
The End.
World Awareness class was where the sparks really flew. OK, maybe not, since we both thought the other person was weird. He thought I dressed like a teacher and she thought he was a really dirty skater dude. Late in 9th grade they realized they had mutual friends. Kristin's boyfriend at the time (David)was one of Zach's best friends. Now they found themselves to be in the same place at the same time on several occasions. The continued the rest of 9th grade as acquaintances.
In 10th grade Kristin got another boyfriend, Dave (she wss such a slut) this one also happened to be one of Zach's best friends. Apparently she had a thing for "Davids". Since they were still all in the same circle of friends, they were friendly. Dave eventually dumped Kristin at school and she was devastated. Kristin had convinced herself that she would marry every boy she went out with. Zach saw her in the hall between classes and knew she was upset. He hugged her and told her it would be alright. Bam. Kristin found her next boyfriend. Now, if only she could convince Zach...
As a newly single lady, Kristin continued to hang out with her ex-boyfriend David (the first one, you follow?) as now he was going out with her best friend, Ashley. Ashley and David did their best to hook Zach and Kristin up, since it just made sense. Duh! Eventually when a Sadie's Hawkins dance was going on at school and Kristin asked, Zach said yes. It was learned years later that the reason he went is because David begged him and Kristin offered to pay for the tickets. The picture below is of said dance. Doesn't Zach look thrilled to be going on this date?
About a month after that dance, Zach and Kristin were an item. They dated all through high school and into college. They had one brief separation when Zach was looking for greener pastures, but he eventually found his way back. On December 17, 2004 Zach proposed to Kristin in the most amazing way ever and 8 months later... they got married. Shortly after getting married, Zach got a job and they packed up and moved cross country to Dallas. They work for the same company and love life in Texas with their 2 dogs. And they lived happily ever after - hopefully with babies eventually.
The End.
July 1, 2010
Peer Pressure
Ok, so I haven't blogged in a while. A long while. Let me just take a second to get you caught up. I know, you are on the edge of your seat.
Hmmmm, since April I have done the following:
- Started the South Beach Diet and have lost 12lbs so far.
- Started running again - my 3 mile run after work today will be the third 3 mile run this week
- Worked on a long, boring and tedious project for work that took 2 months of my life I will never get back
- Took my dog in for a follow-up to the gum incident he had (see previous post) and his liver enzymes were back to normal. That was the good news. The bad news was that he had a lump that the vet wanted to take out. It turned out to be pre-cancerous so I am glad that we had that taken out.
Whew. Now that is off my chest.
So, when I was prompted to post a new entry (Thanks Heather) I asked what I should blog about because this seems to be the biggest problem for me. She had the following suggestions: "Top 10 best moments of your life, best things to do during summer, your undying love for me...". She then proceeded to dedicate an entire blog entry to me. Check it out. I think in honor of this I should definitely write about...
The top 10 best moments of my life. Ha! I am sure to catch hell for this.
1. Getting Married - Hand down the best day of my life. I guess when you find the right guy (even if that is in high school) you don't let him go. He is swell.
2. Winning 1st place at Dance Nationals. It was the most amazing thing to be able to be a part of. I miss dance tremendously. Those who know me know that I am literally obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance. Don't judge.
3. Getting to be a bridesmaid for Katie (my sister-in-law) this past March. It was the first wedding I had been in where I wasn't the bride. I was so happy for her and Heather and I had a blast.
4. Getting my dogs. This could really count as 2 since there are 2 of them. But I will just count it as 1. Gosh I love them.
5. College. I may not have graduated, but I certainly left school with some amazing memories. The best was one night when our group of friends were all out on the balcony of someone's house. "Cecila" from Paul Simon came on the stereo and there was a moment where all of our feet were stomping to the beat, our hands were clapping and we were singing the song. It rivaled any moment on Almost Famous. Those were the days.
6. Moving to Texas. The second I stepped foot in Dallas, I knew this is where I wanted to be. I miss my parents tremendously but this is where I belong. A fresh start.
7. Moving out of the evil girl house. I don't play well with others. Scratch that, others don't play well with me. I was so happy to move out of the train-wreck my life was living with girls. This has led me to believe that all twins are evil.
8. Getting a real big person job. I never thought I would be the office type. I have become a lot more than I ever thought I could be.
9. Getting boobs. No, not the fake ones, but the real deal. Once I stopped dancing they appeared. Finally. Now they are out of control. Everyone knows it, I can't deny it and I don't have any complaints!
10. Being born. Thank God I don't actually remember this. I would never be able to look at my mom the same way. Here is the logic: if I hadn't been born, I wouldn't be here to talk about the best moments!
Hmmmm, since April I have done the following:
- Started the South Beach Diet and have lost 12lbs so far.
- Started running again - my 3 mile run after work today will be the third 3 mile run this week
- Worked on a long, boring and tedious project for work that took 2 months of my life I will never get back
- Took my dog in for a follow-up to the gum incident he had (see previous post) and his liver enzymes were back to normal. That was the good news. The bad news was that he had a lump that the vet wanted to take out. It turned out to be pre-cancerous so I am glad that we had that taken out.
Whew. Now that is off my chest.
So, when I was prompted to post a new entry (Thanks Heather) I asked what I should blog about because this seems to be the biggest problem for me. She had the following suggestions: "Top 10 best moments of your life, best things to do during summer, your undying love for me...". She then proceeded to dedicate an entire blog entry to me. Check it out. I think in honor of this I should definitely write about...
The top 10 best moments of my life. Ha! I am sure to catch hell for this.
1. Getting Married - Hand down the best day of my life. I guess when you find the right guy (even if that is in high school) you don't let him go. He is swell.
2. Winning 1st place at Dance Nationals. It was the most amazing thing to be able to be a part of. I miss dance tremendously. Those who know me know that I am literally obsessed with So You Think You Can Dance. Don't judge.
3. Getting to be a bridesmaid for Katie (my sister-in-law) this past March. It was the first wedding I had been in where I wasn't the bride. I was so happy for her and Heather and I had a blast.
4. Getting my dogs. This could really count as 2 since there are 2 of them. But I will just count it as 1. Gosh I love them.
5. College. I may not have graduated, but I certainly left school with some amazing memories. The best was one night when our group of friends were all out on the balcony of someone's house. "Cecila" from Paul Simon came on the stereo and there was a moment where all of our feet were stomping to the beat, our hands were clapping and we were singing the song. It rivaled any moment on Almost Famous. Those were the days.
6. Moving to Texas. The second I stepped foot in Dallas, I knew this is where I wanted to be. I miss my parents tremendously but this is where I belong. A fresh start.
7. Moving out of the evil girl house. I don't play well with others. Scratch that, others don't play well with me. I was so happy to move out of the train-wreck my life was living with girls. This has led me to believe that all twins are evil.
8. Getting a real big person job. I never thought I would be the office type. I have become a lot more than I ever thought I could be.
9. Getting boobs. No, not the fake ones, but the real deal. Once I stopped dancing they appeared. Finally. Now they are out of control. Everyone knows it, I can't deny it and I don't have any complaints!
10. Being born. Thank God I don't actually remember this. I would never be able to look at my mom the same way. Here is the logic: if I hadn't been born, I wouldn't be here to talk about the best moments!
April 20, 2010
Poison and Panties
I have learned 2 very important lessons this week, my dogs are my children and I can wear big girl panties when I need to.
Last night when I got home from work I saw that my dogs had gotten into a Target bag and eaten a pack of gum. I promptly cleaned up what was left of the gum and headed outside to mow the lawn. I didn't think much about the gum at first until I was back inside. I am a very paranoid person when it comes to my dogs eating things they shouldn't but I really didn't think it was that big of a deal. That is when I remembered reading something about gum being potentially toxic to dogs when I was looking up something else they had gotten into a few months back. I grabbed the chewed wrapper from the trash and that was when I knew we were in trouble. They chewed up Orbit sugar-free gum. Dammit, sugar-free gum is lethal.
Sugar-free gum contains a chemical called Xylitol. It is an artificial sweetener used in gum to add the sugar flavor without the real thing. I immediately got online trying not to panic and run to the emergency vet. I was going to do some quick research since the dogs were acting normal. My dogs are also pretty large and usually that is a good thing when talking about potential poisoning. However, the more I read, the more scared I got. Xylitol causes a drastic drop in blood sugar triggering a large amount of insulin to be pumped into the system eventually leading to severe liver damage. Shit! I called the Animal Poison Control and was informed that the call may be charged to my credit card to a tune of $65. So, after hanging up with them, I just called the Emergency Vet. I was not about to spend $65 for them to tell me to go to the Vet. Of course, the Vet said to bring him in. So that is what I did - no questions asked.
I loaded up the dogs in a complete panic and headed out. I called my mother-in-law who is local to tell her what was going on. I let her know that I was on my way to the Vet and I would let her know the outcome when I know anything. Good girl, you held it together on the phone... then she called back to make sure I was OK. I lost it. It is difficult to drive a million miles and hour when you are sobbing like a girl that just fell off her bike and saw blood. I got calmed down and walked into the Vet.
Since I was unsure of which dog ate the gum, they both had to be put through the wringer. Just to be seen by the Vet it was $90 per dog. Fantastic. Both dogs showed normal vitals but I was instructed to let them induce vomiting. Proceed. Then both dogs had their stomachs pumped with charcoal. When I spoke to the Vet, she said that none of them threw up the gum which meant that it was already in their GI tract. She said in a perfect world she would run blood work on both dogs, but that it would be $250 per dog. I asked her what an imperfect world looked like. She said that I could wait until the morning and take the dogs to my vet to have the blood drawn. I asked if there as a concern with waiting and she said not really since they were not showing signs of toxicity. I paid my $440 and took the dogs home.
This morning the dogs and I piled into the car to see my vet. She took both of their blood since I still did not know which dog was the culprit. After an agonizing 30 minutes waiting on the results, we knew which dog was guilty. Tucker, my 80lb Lab. He had elevated levels of liver enzymes, low levels of potassium and some blood and protein in his urine. She was not overly concerned with the levels other than that they were different from his last exam. She prescribed me some antibiotics in case he had a bladder infection as a result and also a medication meant to help repair damaged liver cells. She is very optimistic that when we check him again in 30 days that he will be back to normal. I paid my $360 and was on my way.
Did I mention that my husband is in Hong Kong and was not here at all to help with any of this or help me make decisions with the life and death of his dog? No, Oh I must have blocked that out.
So what did I learn? I learned that I will do pretty much whatever I need to do to make sure that my dogs are alive and well. I did not bat an eye to drop $800 on them because looking back on it, I would not have changed a thing. I did the right thing and I can sleep well at night knowing what I did everything I could to make sure that my dogs were OK.
What else did I learn? I learned that I can pull up those big girl panties and make hard decisions that affect the welfare of others on my own. Pat myself on the back? I don't mind if I do.
Last night when I got home from work I saw that my dogs had gotten into a Target bag and eaten a pack of gum. I promptly cleaned up what was left of the gum and headed outside to mow the lawn. I didn't think much about the gum at first until I was back inside. I am a very paranoid person when it comes to my dogs eating things they shouldn't but I really didn't think it was that big of a deal. That is when I remembered reading something about gum being potentially toxic to dogs when I was looking up something else they had gotten into a few months back. I grabbed the chewed wrapper from the trash and that was when I knew we were in trouble. They chewed up Orbit sugar-free gum. Dammit, sugar-free gum is lethal.
Sugar-free gum contains a chemical called Xylitol. It is an artificial sweetener used in gum to add the sugar flavor without the real thing. I immediately got online trying not to panic and run to the emergency vet. I was going to do some quick research since the dogs were acting normal. My dogs are also pretty large and usually that is a good thing when talking about potential poisoning. However, the more I read, the more scared I got. Xylitol causes a drastic drop in blood sugar triggering a large amount of insulin to be pumped into the system eventually leading to severe liver damage. Shit! I called the Animal Poison Control and was informed that the call may be charged to my credit card to a tune of $65. So, after hanging up with them, I just called the Emergency Vet. I was not about to spend $65 for them to tell me to go to the Vet. Of course, the Vet said to bring him in. So that is what I did - no questions asked.
I loaded up the dogs in a complete panic and headed out. I called my mother-in-law who is local to tell her what was going on. I let her know that I was on my way to the Vet and I would let her know the outcome when I know anything. Good girl, you held it together on the phone... then she called back to make sure I was OK. I lost it. It is difficult to drive a million miles and hour when you are sobbing like a girl that just fell off her bike and saw blood. I got calmed down and walked into the Vet.
Since I was unsure of which dog ate the gum, they both had to be put through the wringer. Just to be seen by the Vet it was $90 per dog. Fantastic. Both dogs showed normal vitals but I was instructed to let them induce vomiting. Proceed. Then both dogs had their stomachs pumped with charcoal. When I spoke to the Vet, she said that none of them threw up the gum which meant that it was already in their GI tract. She said in a perfect world she would run blood work on both dogs, but that it would be $250 per dog. I asked her what an imperfect world looked like. She said that I could wait until the morning and take the dogs to my vet to have the blood drawn. I asked if there as a concern with waiting and she said not really since they were not showing signs of toxicity. I paid my $440 and took the dogs home.
This morning the dogs and I piled into the car to see my vet. She took both of their blood since I still did not know which dog was the culprit. After an agonizing 30 minutes waiting on the results, we knew which dog was guilty. Tucker, my 80lb Lab. He had elevated levels of liver enzymes, low levels of potassium and some blood and protein in his urine. She was not overly concerned with the levels other than that they were different from his last exam. She prescribed me some antibiotics in case he had a bladder infection as a result and also a medication meant to help repair damaged liver cells. She is very optimistic that when we check him again in 30 days that he will be back to normal. I paid my $360 and was on my way.
Did I mention that my husband is in Hong Kong and was not here at all to help with any of this or help me make decisions with the life and death of his dog? No, Oh I must have blocked that out.
So what did I learn? I learned that I will do pretty much whatever I need to do to make sure that my dogs are alive and well. I did not bat an eye to drop $800 on them because looking back on it, I would not have changed a thing. I did the right thing and I can sleep well at night knowing what I did everything I could to make sure that my dogs were OK.
What else did I learn? I learned that I can pull up those big girl panties and make hard decisions that affect the welfare of others on my own. Pat myself on the back? I don't mind if I do.
April 12, 2010
Living Alone
No, I am not divorced... I am just alone... for now.
Zach left early, I mean butt ass crack of dawn early, Saturday morning for Hong Kong. He is one of the many from work that are traveling Hong Kong and China for work for 12 days. I am just day 3 into his trip and I miss him. I am not trying to get all mushy, but this is really the first time I am living alone. All through college I have never really lived alone. Sure, I wasn't living with him the whole time - at least that is what we told his parents, but I practically was. We lived in this ghetto shotgun house/split apartment, him and the boys upstairs and me in a separate apartment downstairs. But lets face it, I was wasting rent. He even went on co-op for school, but the boys didn't mind me staying in his room. Then we got married and I haven't really been without him for more than a day or 2.
I was convinced that it wouldn't be that hard... it is just 12 days. But let me tell you... the dogs don't talk back. I am not going to lie, I am scared to be home alone. I live in between a Dexter wanna be and an old lady that I learned last week was harboring homeless people in her home. Don't get me wrong, I am well protected. I have 2 large dogs and a 45, but I am not above sleeping with the hall light on and the TV going. I could only load 7 bullets in the 45, but I figure if I can't get the job done in 7 shots, they can do with me what they will.
I have discovered that I love the outdoors. I sit outside as much as I can with the dogs, even though I am still sitting, it feels like I am accomplishing so much more than sitting on the couch watching TV. I have also discovered that it is easier to go to the gym without Zach. He hates it, not that he needs it. So I feel guilty staying there long or going at all. Most days I go, I work through lunch so I can go early and not cause him to have to go at all. I went today and stayed nearly an hour. Maybe I will be a fit goddess when he gets back. Who are we kidding... that won't happen.
He called yesterday to let me know he got in and I missed the call. I immediately burst into tears. Irrational, yes... but I was so sad that I missed it. He called today when I was at work and it sounds like he is having fun. I am so happy he got to go on this trip, but I can't wait for him to be home.
I have already planned something almost every night to keep me occupied. Call me pathetic if you want, but that is me. Take it or leave it.
Zach left early, I mean butt ass crack of dawn early, Saturday morning for Hong Kong. He is one of the many from work that are traveling Hong Kong and China for work for 12 days. I am just day 3 into his trip and I miss him. I am not trying to get all mushy, but this is really the first time I am living alone. All through college I have never really lived alone. Sure, I wasn't living with him the whole time - at least that is what we told his parents, but I practically was. We lived in this ghetto shotgun house/split apartment, him and the boys upstairs and me in a separate apartment downstairs. But lets face it, I was wasting rent. He even went on co-op for school, but the boys didn't mind me staying in his room. Then we got married and I haven't really been without him for more than a day or 2.
I was convinced that it wouldn't be that hard... it is just 12 days. But let me tell you... the dogs don't talk back. I am not going to lie, I am scared to be home alone. I live in between a Dexter wanna be and an old lady that I learned last week was harboring homeless people in her home. Don't get me wrong, I am well protected. I have 2 large dogs and a 45, but I am not above sleeping with the hall light on and the TV going. I could only load 7 bullets in the 45, but I figure if I can't get the job done in 7 shots, they can do with me what they will.
I have discovered that I love the outdoors. I sit outside as much as I can with the dogs, even though I am still sitting, it feels like I am accomplishing so much more than sitting on the couch watching TV. I have also discovered that it is easier to go to the gym without Zach. He hates it, not that he needs it. So I feel guilty staying there long or going at all. Most days I go, I work through lunch so I can go early and not cause him to have to go at all. I went today and stayed nearly an hour. Maybe I will be a fit goddess when he gets back. Who are we kidding... that won't happen.
He called yesterday to let me know he got in and I missed the call. I immediately burst into tears. Irrational, yes... but I was so sad that I missed it. He called today when I was at work and it sounds like he is having fun. I am so happy he got to go on this trip, but I can't wait for him to be home.
I have already planned something almost every night to keep me occupied. Call me pathetic if you want, but that is me. Take it or leave it.
April 2, 2010
Bangs!
So I did it. I joined the bang bandwagon. It is not what you think. I have not joined the adult film industry, although the money would be great. I was bored with my hair. I am afraid of coloring it since the black metallic dye disaster of 2008. After letting that grow out then getting the uber popular stacked haircut, I let it grow out again for Katie's wedding. After all that growing out, I needed a change. So that is what I proposed to my hair dresser. I went in with a plan, fully expecting her to laugh at me. But, this is how it came out!
Bam! Gotta love the in car self portraits.
I am pretty excited about it.
I feel like a new woman.
Happy Easter!
Bam! Gotta love the in car self portraits.
I am pretty excited about it.
I feel like a new woman.
Happy Easter!
April 1, 2010
Long Time No Blog
It has been a crazy busy month to say the least. My baby sister (really my sister in law, but I have been around 13 years... so she might as well be my sister) got married. It was such a fun and exhausting weekend. I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful bride. I am not kidding. In the world. I am so happy for her and her new husband! What a fun time in their life.
Here is a quick recap:
Thursday - I took a vacation day. I am not really sure I would call it a vacation since my boss woke me up at 8am for a question. Once I dragged myself out of bed (yes, at 8am - I know most of you were already at work... but come on people... THIS WAS A VACATION DAY!) I cleaned the balls off my house. I am not even sure if that is a saying, but it is one now. I cleaned every damn nook and cranny. Laundry, bathrooms, vacuumed, mopped, dusted and the kitchen. I finished with just enough time to hop in the shower, make myself presentable and then head out the door for some pampering with the girls. I was on track to be 10 minutes early for the mani/pedi when I got a text from the maid of honor (on orders from the mother of the bride) to find out where I was. Really? I am early. Sometimes I just can't catch a break. Nonetheless, I got a killer mani/pedi/chair massage! Not that it lasted more than a day... but who is counting the $35 I shelled out for a smudged big toe and chipped french manicure. After the mani/pedi it was time for dinner at Gloria's - the best place ever! On the way out we saw a girl celebrating her Quinceañera so we were entertained by that for a while. This might have been because she was "shooting" a music video with 6 of her closest Mexican cowboys in the middle of the harbor. Once all was said and done, I ran home, packed a bag and headed to Katie's place for the night. We drank wine (read: a lot of wine) and watched the 4 part Saved By The Bell Wedding event. Fabulous time.
Friday -
Wake up with a headache and get 4 girls showered and out of the door for the Bridal Luncheon. The lunch was held at the adorable Chocolate Angel in Richardson. We were supposed to have the room all to ourselves but for some reason the put some staunchy old women in big hats in there with us. When one of them made a comment about how short Katie's dress was (in her defense - her legs are a mile long) I thought the entire room would come unglued. We just chalked it up to the amount of sex they must not be having. Lunch was fantastic!
I hit the road, tanned in a level 5 bed (read: spaceship that was so big I could do crunches and push ups in while getting tan) and ran home to see my parents who drove in from Cincy for the wedding. I spent a whole 2 hours of quality time with them before I had to get ready for the rehearsal.
I have never been a bridesmaid, so I was pretty nervous. Luckily I got paired up with this super hot groomsman so it was easy to walk. I guess walking down the aisle with him nearly 5 years ago didn't hurt either. He was so cute dressed up.
Rehearsal was fun but hot! Dinner was great and free!
Saturday -
Up and atem as the sun came up. I packed every possible thing I could think of that we might need throughout the day shttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifince I knew I would not be returning home until late. I got a frantic phone call from Katie that she left something she needed in my car. This was the story of the weekend. I grabbed that and then she informed me that we had been told the wrong hair appointment time and were an hour late. I booked it to the hair place and sat down to enjoy some more girl time. We had a blast getting out hair done and even got to wear lunch lady shower caps because the 45+ mph winds would reek havoc on our new coifs.
We were quite the sight pumping gas and buying champagne. Heather, the maid of honor,put our authority hats on and got the bride and other bridesmaid back on a time schedule that we were comfortable with (the right one, the one that got us ready on time!) and got to the church.
We took our time getting ready. Heather fought for her right to be the maid of honor and did it gracefully. I did a few people's makeup and we melted in the bridal room as the air was not working only the heat. It was so windy out side that I was sure that we would blow away. Well, maybe not me... but definitely some of the smaller girls. I ended up being the photographer's (the best man at our wedding) assistant. He was a one man show and needed some help corralling the troops and getting people to listen to him. I can be pretty bossy, so this fitted me perfect. Before pictures done! Let the wedding begin.
My legs would not stop shaking the entire time I was up there. I was terrified I would pass out so I just kept bending my knees. All the ring bearers and flower girls miraculously made it down the aisle. Katie could not have looked more stunning as she walked toward her future husband. He was awestruck. Heather is right, it is so fun to watch the groom. He was adorable.
I snapped into drill sergeant mode as soon as the wedding was over to get the formal pictures taken care of. I sure hope I got everything I needed to - but I guess there is no going back now. We made it to the reception fashionable late because of a too many cars, not enough drives situation - sorry to those who were hungry! The reception was a blast - the speeches were heartfelt and hilarious. All in all it was a great day. After shuffling people back to hotels and where they needed to be, we headed home. One of the perks of having the amazing photographer staying with you, is you get to see all the pictures. We all (my parents included) stayed up until nearly 2:30 looking at the pics. I am not kidding, Daniel Castro is the most talented photographers I know. Check out his stuff.
Sunday -
Up and early again to retrieve a car before heading to the hotel early to drop off clothes Katie left in my car... see, the story of the weekend. Brunch was nice. It was hosted by Katie and her new husband to thank all of the out of town guests for coming. They opened more presents and we called it a day. I collected all the tuxes and ran them to Mens Warehouse on the way home. Then I crashed. I managed to sleep for an hour or so before getting back up to take Dan to dinner and then the airport.
What an amazing weekend!
I am not going to lie... I am perfectly OK with not doing a damn thing this weekend.
Here is a quick recap:
Thursday - I took a vacation day. I am not really sure I would call it a vacation since my boss woke me up at 8am for a question. Once I dragged myself out of bed (yes, at 8am - I know most of you were already at work... but come on people... THIS WAS A VACATION DAY!) I cleaned the balls off my house. I am not even sure if that is a saying, but it is one now. I cleaned every damn nook and cranny. Laundry, bathrooms, vacuumed, mopped, dusted and the kitchen. I finished with just enough time to hop in the shower, make myself presentable and then head out the door for some pampering with the girls. I was on track to be 10 minutes early for the mani/pedi when I got a text from the maid of honor (on orders from the mother of the bride) to find out where I was. Really? I am early. Sometimes I just can't catch a break. Nonetheless, I got a killer mani/pedi/chair massage! Not that it lasted more than a day... but who is counting the $35 I shelled out for a smudged big toe and chipped french manicure. After the mani/pedi it was time for dinner at Gloria's - the best place ever! On the way out we saw a girl celebrating her Quinceañera so we were entertained by that for a while. This might have been because she was "shooting" a music video with 6 of her closest Mexican cowboys in the middle of the harbor. Once all was said and done, I ran home, packed a bag and headed to Katie's place for the night. We drank wine (read: a lot of wine) and watched the 4 part Saved By The Bell Wedding event. Fabulous time.
Friday -
Wake up with a headache and get 4 girls showered and out of the door for the Bridal Luncheon. The lunch was held at the adorable Chocolate Angel in Richardson. We were supposed to have the room all to ourselves but for some reason the put some staunchy old women in big hats in there with us. When one of them made a comment about how short Katie's dress was (in her defense - her legs are a mile long) I thought the entire room would come unglued. We just chalked it up to the amount of sex they must not be having. Lunch was fantastic!
I hit the road, tanned in a level 5 bed (read: spaceship that was so big I could do crunches and push ups in while getting tan) and ran home to see my parents who drove in from Cincy for the wedding. I spent a whole 2 hours of quality time with them before I had to get ready for the rehearsal.
I have never been a bridesmaid, so I was pretty nervous. Luckily I got paired up with this super hot groomsman so it was easy to walk. I guess walking down the aisle with him nearly 5 years ago didn't hurt either. He was so cute dressed up.
Rehearsal was fun but hot! Dinner was great and free!
Saturday -
Up and atem as the sun came up. I packed every possible thing I could think of that we might need throughout the day shttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifince I knew I would not be returning home until late. I got a frantic phone call from Katie that she left something she needed in my car. This was the story of the weekend. I grabbed that and then she informed me that we had been told the wrong hair appointment time and were an hour late. I booked it to the hair place and sat down to enjoy some more girl time. We had a blast getting out hair done and even got to wear lunch lady shower caps because the 45+ mph winds would reek havoc on our new coifs.
We were quite the sight pumping gas and buying champagne. Heather, the maid of honor,put our authority hats on and got the bride and other bridesmaid back on a time schedule that we were comfortable with (the right one, the one that got us ready on time!) and got to the church.
We took our time getting ready. Heather fought for her right to be the maid of honor and did it gracefully. I did a few people's makeup and we melted in the bridal room as the air was not working only the heat. It was so windy out side that I was sure that we would blow away. Well, maybe not me... but definitely some of the smaller girls. I ended up being the photographer's (the best man at our wedding) assistant. He was a one man show and needed some help corralling the troops and getting people to listen to him. I can be pretty bossy, so this fitted me perfect. Before pictures done! Let the wedding begin.
My legs would not stop shaking the entire time I was up there. I was terrified I would pass out so I just kept bending my knees. All the ring bearers and flower girls miraculously made it down the aisle. Katie could not have looked more stunning as she walked toward her future husband. He was awestruck. Heather is right, it is so fun to watch the groom. He was adorable.
I snapped into drill sergeant mode as soon as the wedding was over to get the formal pictures taken care of. I sure hope I got everything I needed to - but I guess there is no going back now. We made it to the reception fashionable late because of a too many cars, not enough drives situation - sorry to those who were hungry! The reception was a blast - the speeches were heartfelt and hilarious. All in all it was a great day. After shuffling people back to hotels and where they needed to be, we headed home. One of the perks of having the amazing photographer staying with you, is you get to see all the pictures. We all (my parents included) stayed up until nearly 2:30 looking at the pics. I am not kidding, Daniel Castro is the most talented photographers I know. Check out his stuff.
Sunday -
Up and early again to retrieve a car before heading to the hotel early to drop off clothes Katie left in my car... see, the story of the weekend. Brunch was nice. It was hosted by Katie and her new husband to thank all of the out of town guests for coming. They opened more presents and we called it a day. I collected all the tuxes and ran them to Mens Warehouse on the way home. Then I crashed. I managed to sleep for an hour or so before getting back up to take Dan to dinner and then the airport.
What an amazing weekend!
I am not going to lie... I am perfectly OK with not doing a damn thing this weekend.
March 16, 2010
St. Patty's Day Recap
Since it is probably the topic of all Dallas bloggers, I don't want to be left out. I want to preface this by saying that I did not get as drunk as last year. Thank God. Last year I was "hungunder" by 5pm. And when I say hungunder, I mean in bed, lights off, feeling like my skull had split open under the pressure of my brain pulsating. I really thought I was going to die.
This year - victory! We all met, in true St. Patty's Day tradition at Ian's place with our biggest group yet. 11 in all! Zach and I showed up fashionable late, as is our M.O., with some Taco Cabana breakfast tacos in tow. What is a early morning drink fest without the burritos? We have arrived, let the drinking commence. My sister-in-law and I took our annual mimosa picture and dove into the alcohol! One mimosa, 2 screwdrivers and 3 jello shots later, it was time to head to the DART. We were all feeling pretty good, especially Steph who donned a miller lite box as we waited for the train.
The train was good and packed by 10:30am. Poor Zach had to wear me like a belt since I am too short to reach the hand rail. Awesome. When we exited the train Jan and I set out to buy more beer! The line at CVS was ridic. However, this was the link for the bathroom! Whew, we weren't there yet! We grabbed the last 2 cold Bud Light cases and waiting about 20 minutes in line. We cracked those cases open and loaded up the purses. I can't believe I even considered leaving my purse at home. How would I tote all this magical beer?
We got to our typical destination outside of Piggy Pies, found the boss man who camps out and set up shop in the parking lot. We met crazy Rachel there and followed her to the next destination. Rachel and I tried to get more free drinks from random people... she succeeded, I didn't. The story of my life.
There we consumed more beverages and met Hulk Hogan. I think I was even motor boated a few times by Rachel during this stop. Or was it earlier in the day? Doesn't matter, all that does it that it happened. More than once I think. After a bit we gathered to head into the block party.
Along the way to the block party the group spotted a Miller Lite box. What is it with these boxes? Being the mature adults we were, we decided to kick it all the way to the clock party - about 1 mile. Along the way we were yelled at for kicking it by some woman pushing a stroller who said that she was not drunk so therefore it was not funny. OK, biotch, this one is aimed for your head. We had some rouge gust of wind that carried our precious box off. In stepped our hero. He chased it down a hill into an underpass and rescued it for us. Game on. It nearly made it to the block party when it exploded into a million pieces and could not be saved. Later in the day upon leaving the party, someone actually stopped me and asked where the box was. Does that mean I am famous? I think so.
The best part of the entire day took place inside and out of a car wash. As we were walking to the parade I spotted a few people walking into a tucked away car wash. I have just found the hidden gem of a bathroom. No hour wait for me. I ran across the parking lot and took my place in line. Soon after a few friends followed. While in line, I started chatting up the people in front of me. Cause that is what I do when I am drunk. I talk to strangers. One large amazon woman in a dress is pacing hastily right in front of me in line. She and her friend were in a bad way. She kept saying that if she kept moving, she would not have to go as bad. There were only about 5 girls in front of her, so we were all pretty sure she would make it. Apparently she did not. She pulled out a ten dollar bill and paid the girl in front of her to let her cut. Mind you, she did not pay the person AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE! IDIOT! The girl gladly took her money and Amazon moved up one spot. When suddenly she walks out the exit stage right and leans up against the giant window that was along side the line. She had gone out into the car wash drive-thru. Two workers walked past her and threw their hands up at her. She merely shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. It was then and only then that we realized that she was peeing. She just up and peed in the car wash in front of the employees. Think that is where it ends? Nope. Amazon did not make to the car wash before emptying her bladder. She started inside the car wash, in line. Sweet. There was a giant puddle and a trail as she pissed herself on the way to outside. The most amazing site ever! Needless to say, the carwash locked it's doors and shut down the bathroom.
After a while we headed back to Ian's place for some cornhole (not what you think. You have to be from the midwest to this amazing bean bag toss game) and hotdogs. The perfect way to end the day.
All in all I would say it was a successful day. Especially since I didn't piss my self in public. That and I was the only one who didn't get sunburned. Those who say it doesn't matter if you have a base tan can suck it.
This year - victory! We all met, in true St. Patty's Day tradition at Ian's place with our biggest group yet. 11 in all! Zach and I showed up fashionable late, as is our M.O., with some Taco Cabana breakfast tacos in tow. What is a early morning drink fest without the burritos? We have arrived, let the drinking commence. My sister-in-law and I took our annual mimosa picture and dove into the alcohol! One mimosa, 2 screwdrivers and 3 jello shots later, it was time to head to the DART. We were all feeling pretty good, especially Steph who donned a miller lite box as we waited for the train. 
The train was good and packed by 10:30am. Poor Zach had to wear me like a belt since I am too short to reach the hand rail. Awesome. When we exited the train Jan and I set out to buy more beer! The line at CVS was ridic. However, this was the link for the bathroom! Whew, we weren't there yet! We grabbed the last 2 cold Bud Light cases and waiting about 20 minutes in line. We cracked those cases open and loaded up the purses. I can't believe I even considered leaving my purse at home. How would I tote all this magical beer?We got to our typical destination outside of Piggy Pies, found the boss man who camps out and set up shop in the parking lot. We met crazy Rachel there and followed her to the next destination. Rachel and I tried to get more free drinks from random people... she succeeded, I didn't. The story of my life.
There we consumed more beverages and met Hulk Hogan. I think I was even motor boated a few times by Rachel during this stop. Or was it earlier in the day? Doesn't matter, all that does it that it happened. More than once I think. After a bit we gathered to head into the block party. Along the way to the block party the group spotted a Miller Lite box. What is it with these boxes? Being the mature adults we were, we decided to kick it all the way to the clock party - about 1 mile. Along the way we were yelled at for kicking it by some woman pushing a stroller who said that she was not drunk so therefore it was not funny. OK, biotch, this one is aimed for your head. We had some rouge gust of wind that carried our precious box off. In stepped our hero. He chased it down a hill into an underpass and rescued it for us. Game on. It nearly made it to the block party when it exploded into a million pieces and could not be saved. Later in the day upon leaving the party, someone actually stopped me and asked where the box was. Does that mean I am famous? I think so.
The best part of the entire day took place inside and out of a car wash. As we were walking to the parade I spotted a few people walking into a tucked away car wash. I have just found the hidden gem of a bathroom. No hour wait for me. I ran across the parking lot and took my place in line. Soon after a few friends followed. While in line, I started chatting up the people in front of me. Cause that is what I do when I am drunk. I talk to strangers. One large amazon woman in a dress is pacing hastily right in front of me in line. She and her friend were in a bad way. She kept saying that if she kept moving, she would not have to go as bad. There were only about 5 girls in front of her, so we were all pretty sure she would make it. Apparently she did not. She pulled out a ten dollar bill and paid the girl in front of her to let her cut. Mind you, she did not pay the person AT THE FRONT OF THE LINE! IDIOT! The girl gladly took her money and Amazon moved up one spot. When suddenly she walks out the exit stage right and leans up against the giant window that was along side the line. She had gone out into the car wash drive-thru. Two workers walked past her and threw their hands up at her. She merely shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. It was then and only then that we realized that she was peeing. She just up and peed in the car wash in front of the employees. Think that is where it ends? Nope. Amazon did not make to the car wash before emptying her bladder. She started inside the car wash, in line. Sweet. There was a giant puddle and a trail as she pissed herself on the way to outside. The most amazing site ever! Needless to say, the carwash locked it's doors and shut down the bathroom.
After a while we headed back to Ian's place for some cornhole (not what you think. You have to be from the midwest to this amazing bean bag toss game) and hotdogs. The perfect way to end the day.
All in all I would say it was a successful day. Especially since I didn't piss my self in public. That and I was the only one who didn't get sunburned. Those who say it doesn't matter if you have a base tan can suck it.
March 9, 2010
Pretty Good Day
So it finally happened. I got a promotion and became a salaried employee! No more clocking in and out. No more worrying about making my lunch only 1 hour. I feel free. I feel like I joined the land of the grown ups. The kicker was, is my new salary going to be worth giving up the overtime. I think so. Aside from the occasional conference bringing 48 hours of overtime to a single paycheck. Boy, those were the days! Now I am eligible for the bonus program. Yippee. But honestly, I could not be happier. I was the only person on my team that was not a salaried employee. I was the pee on. The person that made copies and got rooms situated correctly for big meetings. Not anymore bitches. Now you can make my copies. Well, I guess now I just make copies for myself.
My title didn't really change training coordinator to communications coordinator. But I am told it is a promotion, so I am going to run with it.
It is going to be a pretty good day. The sun is shining, the temperature is 75 and I will have more money in my pocket every week!
My title didn't really change training coordinator to communications coordinator. But I am told it is a promotion, so I am going to run with it.
It is going to be a pretty good day. The sun is shining, the temperature is 75 and I will have more money in my pocket every week!
February 24, 2010
Sickly One...
So, it has been quite sometime since I have blogged. But let's be honest, I have not really had the time or the energy to be funny and witty. My baby sister-in-law is getting married in 5 weeks, so things have really begun to pick up pace. If we are not shopping, or planning, or partying... it is something else. Normally this would not be an issue at all, but I haven't exactly been the most healthy this year. I came down with what I thought was a mild flu just after New Years. That last about 10 days. As soon as I got over that, I developed a very sore throat and ear ache. Tada - sinus/ear infection. Doc popped me full of antibiotics and sent me on my way. I finished off those meds and started to feel better. For a week... then last week I started to develop what I thought was a cold, it could have been allergies. Who knows. It started to clear up just in time for the bachelorette party. Thank God, because that was a hella good time. So much fun that I spent most of the day after throwing my guts up.
Monday morning brought fatigue and a nagging cough, but I thought nothing about it, just assuming that I was still recovering from the weekends events and the cold I had the week before. 3 o'clock rolled around and I noticed that it was an ice box in the office. I could not warm up. By the end of the work day, my skin was so sensitive (my tell-tale sign that I have a fever) that I was sure that it wasn't just the temperature in the building. Hubs and I hit the grocery store and by the time I got home my clothes felt like razor blades on my skin. As soon as I walked in the door at home, a thermometer was in my mouth. Da da duh... 102. Wow! Now that is a fever - I am usually around 97. I spent that entire night on the couch with my snuggie and 2 additional blankets with no change as to how cold I was. I emailed my boss and let her know that I was not going to be in the next day because of the fever. 2am rolled around and I awoke covered in sweat - sweet! No more fever. The next morning, I took my temperature again, 103. Really?!?!? I immediately called the doc to get an appointment. Note to all internet diagnosers, don't go to WedMD - when I put all my symptoms (fever, coughing, fatigue, aches, headaches, chills), I had either pneumonia, or swine flu.
At the doctors office I sat in the waiting room trying not to breathe in case I had one of the above. I still had a rocking fever of 103 there too. Why is it that I always feel relieved when my symptoms are confirmed by the doc? I think that it is for me, so people don't think that I am exaggerating. I fell asleep twice in the office as I was waiting for my swine flu results. My doctor did think that was what I had and was actually shocked when it came back negative. She did however say that this was one of the worst cases of the flu that she has seen that was not swine. Another confirmation that I was not crazy.
So here I sit, on the couch the same as I have since Monday night (it's Wednesday). It is painful to walk, sit up, and just generally move. I have some mega antibiotics and some decongestant that tastes like battery acid. Even with the cocktail of tylenol and advil, I am still hanging on to this fever. If it is not gone by tomorrow morning, I won't be able to go back to work at all this week. Doctors orders.
Holy cabin fever batman.
Monday morning brought fatigue and a nagging cough, but I thought nothing about it, just assuming that I was still recovering from the weekends events and the cold I had the week before. 3 o'clock rolled around and I noticed that it was an ice box in the office. I could not warm up. By the end of the work day, my skin was so sensitive (my tell-tale sign that I have a fever) that I was sure that it wasn't just the temperature in the building. Hubs and I hit the grocery store and by the time I got home my clothes felt like razor blades on my skin. As soon as I walked in the door at home, a thermometer was in my mouth. Da da duh... 102. Wow! Now that is a fever - I am usually around 97. I spent that entire night on the couch with my snuggie and 2 additional blankets with no change as to how cold I was. I emailed my boss and let her know that I was not going to be in the next day because of the fever. 2am rolled around and I awoke covered in sweat - sweet! No more fever. The next morning, I took my temperature again, 103. Really?!?!? I immediately called the doc to get an appointment. Note to all internet diagnosers, don't go to WedMD - when I put all my symptoms (fever, coughing, fatigue, aches, headaches, chills), I had either pneumonia, or swine flu.
At the doctors office I sat in the waiting room trying not to breathe in case I had one of the above. I still had a rocking fever of 103 there too. Why is it that I always feel relieved when my symptoms are confirmed by the doc? I think that it is for me, so people don't think that I am exaggerating. I fell asleep twice in the office as I was waiting for my swine flu results. My doctor did think that was what I had and was actually shocked when it came back negative. She did however say that this was one of the worst cases of the flu that she has seen that was not swine. Another confirmation that I was not crazy.
So here I sit, on the couch the same as I have since Monday night (it's Wednesday). It is painful to walk, sit up, and just generally move. I have some mega antibiotics and some decongestant that tastes like battery acid. Even with the cocktail of tylenol and advil, I am still hanging on to this fever. If it is not gone by tomorrow morning, I won't be able to go back to work at all this week. Doctors orders.
Holy cabin fever batman.
February 10, 2010
I Hate Dentists
So I just made an appointment with the Dentist for the first time in quite some time. Let's just say since I moved to Dallas... in '05. Before you judge - I still have all my teeth, floss semi-regularly and do in fact brush my teeth. This does not mean that I am not scared out of my ever loving mind. I hate the dentist. Everyone keeps telling me that the one that I will be going to is great and very little pain. But lets just face facts. I cannot go to the dentist without them telling me that I have tartar build up behind me retainer and ripping my gums to shreds. Here is my answer to that... IF YOU WOULD TAKE THE DAMN RETAINER OUT, I COULD FLOSS EASIER. My teeth are straight, I have all my wisdom teeth in and straight. Take it out. I hate the damn thing. I can't wait to be in pain for a sold day after this. Oh, I want to cancel that appointment so bad... so bad. Can you say stressed?
This was all brought on by the fact that my baby sister-in-law just went for the first time in a few years and has 5 cavities and needs a "deep cleaning". They should call it a "wallet cleaning". She made the mistake of going to a big chain dentist. I don't know about in other areas, but in Dallas everyone I know that has gone to one of the big chains has been told that they grind their teeth at night and need a special mouth guard - here is the catch, it is not covered on insurance. I am not kidding. Any-who, they said that she really needs this "deep cleaning" ($1400) to make sure she gets all the junk off her teeth. $14O0 really?!?! And that is on top of her cavity fillings. She will have to pay $980 out of pocket for all this. No way Jose. I've got a feeling .... woo hoo... that she got screwed by that big company.
So anyway, I was told that this dentist is great. That does not mean that I have not worked myself up into a tizzy. I can't wait until tomorrow rolls around and I have pit stains the size of Montana rocking and I make all those nervous giggles that I do when I would rather be dead than doing what I am currently doing. Someone said that some places will give you something to calm you down if you tell them you have high anxiety about your appointment, done. God, please let that be the truth. This is no time for hero's... A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
This was all brought on by the fact that my baby sister-in-law just went for the first time in a few years and has 5 cavities and needs a "deep cleaning". They should call it a "wallet cleaning". She made the mistake of going to a big chain dentist. I don't know about in other areas, but in Dallas everyone I know that has gone to one of the big chains has been told that they grind their teeth at night and need a special mouth guard - here is the catch, it is not covered on insurance. I am not kidding. Any-who, they said that she really needs this "deep cleaning" ($1400) to make sure she gets all the junk off her teeth. $14O0 really?!?! And that is on top of her cavity fillings. She will have to pay $980 out of pocket for all this. No way Jose. I've got a feeling .... woo hoo... that she got screwed by that big company.
So anyway, I was told that this dentist is great. That does not mean that I have not worked myself up into a tizzy. I can't wait until tomorrow rolls around and I have pit stains the size of Montana rocking and I make all those nervous giggles that I do when I would rather be dead than doing what I am currently doing. Someone said that some places will give you something to calm you down if you tell them you have high anxiety about your appointment, done. God, please let that be the truth. This is no time for hero's... A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
February 5, 2010
A Whole New World
So my husband and I have been lucky enough to get some free tickets to movie premiers over the past couple of weeks, and let me tell you, it is a completely different crowd. First of all there are 3 distinct groups: the newbies, the ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening, and the regulars (a.k.a. the crazies).
The Newbies:
These are the people who get free tickets from their friends for a movie that night. They rush home after work discussing how early they need to be there. At first they don't think that they need to be there because there cannot be that many people that have tickets for this, or that will actually go to a 7:30 movie on a school night. They let the dogs out and hit the road. Halfway there they decide that they should just eat dinner somewhere at the mall where the movie is showing and then head over to get in line. Upon entering the mall, you can hear a rumbling of noise coming from the floor above (where the theater is located.) There are already at least 100 people in line and the movie is not scheduled to start for another hour! This is not Harry Potter people, this is The Edge of Darkness. Needless to say, Zach had to run to Sonic while I got in line and we ate dinner on the floor of the lobby. Us = Classy.
The Ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening:
Let me preface this: I am not a parent, so I cannot judge what parents do. I however, can judge the stupidity of people. When we got upstairs we noticed there were a lot of kids up there. I leaned over to Zach and asked to see the tickets. There it was in plain sight "This movie is rated R for graphic bloody violence and language". Sound perfect for my 6 year old, right?!?!?! WTF people. Just because you got free tickets, that doesn't mean that your kid needs to see it because you don't want to get a sitter. We were directly behind said family in line. When they approached the ticket attendant to get into the movie. He looked at her and then at her kid. He asked if she knew that this was a rated R movie, she said "I don't even know what movie this is.... that's OK, he will be fine". She then proceeded to walk in. Not sure how this kid fared in this movie, but the family next to us THAT HAD 3 KIDS UNDER 10, those kids were hating life the second a characters head gets blown off and her guts were hanging out everywhere. Great parenting!
The Regulars (a.k.a. the crazies):
There a complete underground of these people that spend their nights going from free screening to free screening. Now I am not talking about those that are critics or anything, just people. Several people brought their own folding chairs to sit in while waiting in line. What? I... hmmm. We had one such crazy behind us. Our first interaction with this woman is when she asked us if our ticket had been printed on an ink jet or laser printer. Because she was sure based on the quality of the print it must have been ink jet. *cricket cricket*. Then once the flood gates of her mouth opened, it didn't stop. She was asking us about every movie we had seen and telling us every movie she had.
"And did you know that Avatar has made more money than Titanic so James Cameron is thinking of re-releasing it back into theaters as a 3d movie...
"Hi Helen... so good to see you."
"Are you going to Dear John tomorrow and then From Paris with Love on Friday?"
"OK, good. See you there."
"Did you know that you can sneak food into the theater if you have big enough pockets?"
"The only thing that is hard is a drink, but if your purse was big enough, you could put it in there. Are you excited to see this movie?"... Just like that."
Maybe it was the Michael Jackson t-shirt and bright red headband that was throwing me off, or maybe it was the fanny pack. Either way, Zach and I were fighting to see who could make it through the door faster so as not to get stuck sitting next to her. Victory for us! We lost her at the purse check station.
Now, this is not just one isolated incident. There were crazies at the next movie we went to as well... Equipped with folding chairs and everything. They all hugged each other when they got in the theater and visited with others. There were even inside jokes between people from across the room.
Wow. That is really all I can say.
The Newbies:
These are the people who get free tickets from their friends for a movie that night. They rush home after work discussing how early they need to be there. At first they don't think that they need to be there because there cannot be that many people that have tickets for this, or that will actually go to a 7:30 movie on a school night. They let the dogs out and hit the road. Halfway there they decide that they should just eat dinner somewhere at the mall where the movie is showing and then head over to get in line. Upon entering the mall, you can hear a rumbling of noise coming from the floor above (where the theater is located.) There are already at least 100 people in line and the movie is not scheduled to start for another hour! This is not Harry Potter people, this is The Edge of Darkness. Needless to say, Zach had to run to Sonic while I got in line and we ate dinner on the floor of the lobby. Us = Classy.
The Ones that didn't want to pay for a sitter to go to a free movie screening:
Let me preface this: I am not a parent, so I cannot judge what parents do. I however, can judge the stupidity of people. When we got upstairs we noticed there were a lot of kids up there. I leaned over to Zach and asked to see the tickets. There it was in plain sight "This movie is rated R for graphic bloody violence and language". Sound perfect for my 6 year old, right?!?!?! WTF people. Just because you got free tickets, that doesn't mean that your kid needs to see it because you don't want to get a sitter. We were directly behind said family in line. When they approached the ticket attendant to get into the movie. He looked at her and then at her kid. He asked if she knew that this was a rated R movie, she said "I don't even know what movie this is.... that's OK, he will be fine". She then proceeded to walk in. Not sure how this kid fared in this movie, but the family next to us THAT HAD 3 KIDS UNDER 10, those kids were hating life the second a characters head gets blown off and her guts were hanging out everywhere. Great parenting!
The Regulars (a.k.a. the crazies):
There a complete underground of these people that spend their nights going from free screening to free screening. Now I am not talking about those that are critics or anything, just people. Several people brought their own folding chairs to sit in while waiting in line. What? I... hmmm. We had one such crazy behind us. Our first interaction with this woman is when she asked us if our ticket had been printed on an ink jet or laser printer. Because she was sure based on the quality of the print it must have been ink jet. *cricket cricket*. Then once the flood gates of her mouth opened, it didn't stop. She was asking us about every movie we had seen and telling us every movie she had.
"And did you know that Avatar has made more money than Titanic so James Cameron is thinking of re-releasing it back into theaters as a 3d movie...
"Hi Helen... so good to see you."
"Are you going to Dear John tomorrow and then From Paris with Love on Friday?"
"OK, good. See you there."
"Did you know that you can sneak food into the theater if you have big enough pockets?"
"The only thing that is hard is a drink, but if your purse was big enough, you could put it in there. Are you excited to see this movie?"... Just like that."
Maybe it was the Michael Jackson t-shirt and bright red headband that was throwing me off, or maybe it was the fanny pack. Either way, Zach and I were fighting to see who could make it through the door faster so as not to get stuck sitting next to her. Victory for us! We lost her at the purse check station.
Now, this is not just one isolated incident. There were crazies at the next movie we went to as well... Equipped with folding chairs and everything. They all hugged each other when they got in the theater and visited with others. There were even inside jokes between people from across the room.
Wow. That is really all I can say.
February 1, 2010
Gym Funnies
I have been informed that this story is not actually funny but sad, nonetheless, I thought it was amusing enough to write about.
So I have already mentioned that my gym had a crazy amount of Asians. This is more of a side note, but I took a poll. My own survey. I counted the people that walked up the stairs in front of my elliptical. Out of the 32 people that I saw come into the gym. I am not lying... 22 were Asian. Weird. Anyway, back to my story (which does have an Asian flair, so lay off me).
This evening I was watching the step class while I am ellipicizing. Not because I think it is hot, but because the elliptical that I have taken a liking to is located directly in front of the doors to the classroom. Oh that wonderful machine so strategically located directly in front of the giant fans. While watching the step class I notice something strange. There is a woman (Asian - there is the connection) standing in the middle to the classroom just standing. Everyone around her is stepping and twirling and jumping and she is just standing. It quickly dawns on me that she completely and utterly lost. The routine has turned her into a complete petrified statue. Every once in a while she attempts to step up on the step in time with the others, but 98% of the time she is standing completely still with her hands on her cheeks ala Kevin McAllister style. She would break up the complete stupor with a drink from her water bottle... because she was obviously parched. This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she slips out of the back of the class leaving her step behind and heading downstairs to the locker room.
Now, I do feel bad for her. I don't like to see anyone feel stupid like that. But I was completely mystified that it was actually happening.
So to the discouraged stepper out there, hang in there. You will find rhythm someday.
So I have already mentioned that my gym had a crazy amount of Asians. This is more of a side note, but I took a poll. My own survey. I counted the people that walked up the stairs in front of my elliptical. Out of the 32 people that I saw come into the gym. I am not lying... 22 were Asian. Weird. Anyway, back to my story (which does have an Asian flair, so lay off me).
This evening I was watching the step class while I am ellipicizing. Not because I think it is hot, but because the elliptical that I have taken a liking to is located directly in front of the doors to the classroom. Oh that wonderful machine so strategically located directly in front of the giant fans. While watching the step class I notice something strange. There is a woman (Asian - there is the connection) standing in the middle to the classroom just standing. Everyone around her is stepping and twirling and jumping and she is just standing. It quickly dawns on me that she completely and utterly lost. The routine has turned her into a complete petrified statue. Every once in a while she attempts to step up on the step in time with the others, but 98% of the time she is standing completely still with her hands on her cheeks ala Kevin McAllister style. She would break up the complete stupor with a drink from her water bottle... because she was obviously parched. This goes on for a good 15 minutes until she slips out of the back of the class leaving her step behind and heading downstairs to the locker room.
Now, I do feel bad for her. I don't like to see anyone feel stupid like that. But I was completely mystified that it was actually happening.
So to the discouraged stepper out there, hang in there. You will find rhythm someday.
January 21, 2010
My List
So a good friend of mine just blogged about his man crushes and in turn I would to divulge my top 10. These are men that if i got the chance with, my husband said go for it! I am sure this means that I need to let him have his way with his one and only girl Alessandra Ambrosia. This list really never changes... so prepare yourself for a barrage of beautiful men. Perhaps I will throw in some lady crushes at the end, just to keep things fair.
1. Ryan Reynolds.
Just look at him. Why would he not be my number 1? Why is he not everyone's number 1? Have you seen Blade Trinity? Chained shirtless to the ground. OMG. I even watched the Amityville Horror on Oxygen just because I saw in the preview that he was chopping wood shirtless. He is Canadian, but I won't hold that against him. And for him to be married to that retched Scarlet Johannsen... Don't get me wrong she is a pretty girl and all, but there is no way that she could satisfy his needs like I could. End.Of.Story.
2. Shemar Moore.
Now I don't often dabble in the love of a darker kind, but for this amazing specimen of man I will. Over and over and over again. He is the most beautiful black man on the planet and make my Wednesday nights that much better from 8-9. Criminal Minds would be lost without him.
3. David Beckham.
Do I really need to explain?
4. Taylor Kitch.
Friday Night Lights' smoking hot bad boy. With a mug like his, I cannot believe this show was ever in danger of getting canceled. Between him and Coach I am in heaven.
5. Brett Favre.
Yes, Brett Favre. If you were to look up "man" in the dictionary his picture would be below. And no Zach, that is not because he is cromagna man. He is rugged. He has salt and pepper hair and he has a rocket for an arm. Let me take a moment to myself. Ok, whew. He can leave his Wranglers on my floor any night, that's all I a going to say.
6. Johnny Depp.
This is one that will never go away. He is just damn good looking. And is it weird that I find him super attractive when he is dressed like a pirate?
7. Tommy Lee & 8. Dave Navarro.
This one needs some explaining. I am super attracted to dirty dirty rocker dudes... not their STD's. He is nasty and dirty and tattooed and I think it is insanely hot.
So Dave might be gay, he might be straight... but that eyeliner... oh that eyeliner. I love him for the same reasons that I love Tommy, but I feel like I would get less creepy crawlies in my no-no-cha-cha from this guy.
9. Hugh Jackman
Foreign... check! Muscular... check! Hot... check! Able to grow adamantium claws and kill a bitch at a moments notice... check!
10. The Men of Glee.
Minus Artie and Curt... sorry fellas. But the rest are cute and they can sing. Yes please! Mr. Shu is super goofy cute as is Finn. But minus that ridiculous mohawk, Puck is the winner of this group.
Lady Crushes:
1. Pre-Adopting-the-World Angelina.
Any woman that can wear a vial of blood around her neck would be a freak-in-the-sack. That is, if I was into that.
1. Ryan Reynolds.
Just look at him. Why would he not be my number 1? Why is he not everyone's number 1? Have you seen Blade Trinity? Chained shirtless to the ground. OMG. I even watched the Amityville Horror on Oxygen just because I saw in the preview that he was chopping wood shirtless. He is Canadian, but I won't hold that against him. And for him to be married to that retched Scarlet Johannsen... Don't get me wrong she is a pretty girl and all, but there is no way that she could satisfy his needs like I could. End.Of.Story.2. Shemar Moore.
Now I don't often dabble in the love of a darker kind, but for this amazing specimen of man I will. Over and over and over again. He is the most beautiful black man on the planet and make my Wednesday nights that much better from 8-9. Criminal Minds would be lost without him.3. David Beckham.
Do I really need to explain?4. Taylor Kitch.
Friday Night Lights' smoking hot bad boy. With a mug like his, I cannot believe this show was ever in danger of getting canceled. Between him and Coach I am in heaven. 5. Brett Favre.
Yes, Brett Favre. If you were to look up "man" in the dictionary his picture would be below. And no Zach, that is not because he is cromagna man. He is rugged. He has salt and pepper hair and he has a rocket for an arm. Let me take a moment to myself. Ok, whew. He can leave his Wranglers on my floor any night, that's all I a going to say.6. Johnny Depp.
This is one that will never go away. He is just damn good looking. And is it weird that I find him super attractive when he is dressed like a pirate?7. Tommy Lee & 8. Dave Navarro.
This one needs some explaining. I am super attracted to dirty dirty rocker dudes... not their STD's. He is nasty and dirty and tattooed and I think it is insanely hot.So Dave might be gay, he might be straight... but that eyeliner... oh that eyeliner. I love him for the same reasons that I love Tommy, but I feel like I would get less creepy crawlies in my no-no-cha-cha from this guy.
9. Hugh Jackman
Foreign... check! Muscular... check! Hot... check! Able to grow adamantium claws and kill a bitch at a moments notice... check!10. The Men of Glee.
Minus Artie and Curt... sorry fellas. But the rest are cute and they can sing. Yes please! Mr. Shu is super goofy cute as is Finn. But minus that ridiculous mohawk, Puck is the winner of this group.Lady Crushes:
1. Pre-Adopting-the-World Angelina.
Any woman that can wear a vial of blood around her neck would be a freak-in-the-sack. That is, if I was into that.
January 14, 2010
Tanning
You can think of me what you want, but I started tanning again today. Not because I want to blend in the with January beach bunnies that run a muck here in Dallas, but for 2 simple reasons.
#1. I have to be in a wedding in March.
#2. Everyone looks skinnier tan. End of Story.
You can't deny this one. Even blubber looks better tan. Right? I mean, even if you had to look at the naked body of Rosie O'Donnell, wouldn't you like it better with a little bronze on it. Just picture it. Let me help.
Now I won't spend every waking moment of fee time that I have in the tanning bed. There is a 24 hour rule to prevent that. I am aware of the risks and I am not the chronic addicted tanner that I was back in college. I use this semi regular tanning as a cocktail for my working out. Not only does it make the effects show up faster, you look better while at the gym working out. Double plus. At least now my face will be beat red because I am tan not just because I am slowly suffocating on the treadmill because I can't catch my breath and will not let the person next to me win that battle. Yes, I am that crazy one.
So back up off me. I feel better about myself when I am tan and I want to feel better about myself. ASAP.
#1. I have to be in a wedding in March.
#2. Everyone looks skinnier tan. End of Story.
You can't deny this one. Even blubber looks better tan. Right? I mean, even if you had to look at the naked body of Rosie O'Donnell, wouldn't you like it better with a little bronze on it. Just picture it. Let me help.
Now I won't spend every waking moment of fee time that I have in the tanning bed. There is a 24 hour rule to prevent that. I am aware of the risks and I am not the chronic addicted tanner that I was back in college. I use this semi regular tanning as a cocktail for my working out. Not only does it make the effects show up faster, you look better while at the gym working out. Double plus. At least now my face will be beat red because I am tan not just because I am slowly suffocating on the treadmill because I can't catch my breath and will not let the person next to me win that battle. Yes, I am that crazy one.
So back up off me. I feel better about myself when I am tan and I want to feel better about myself. ASAP.
January 11, 2010
Weekend Recap!
This weekend could have been a really good one if it hadn't been for those meddling kids... or this damn illness I have. It started last Tuesday with a fever and has now degenerated into a mean case of laryngitis mixed with some pretty righteous coughing. Perfect. I sound like a dying squeaker toy or a tranny as I was called this morning. Ugh. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me not to speak? Well, take that and multiply it by a million to get how hard it is to listen to the Glee soundtrack in your car everyday and not be able to belt anything out! Torture!
So despite the fact that I was sick all week, I worked through my illness. Yeah, I am that much of a hard worker. Ha! Not really, I just had too much crap to do to even take a day off and sleep. I muddled through. Now it may have been in a NyQuil induced haze (and yes, I did take NyQuil during the day) but I made it through. I was so excited to have a Happy Hour planned right after work on Friday. Zach and I packed up and headed to drink town with a bunch of other people from work. Not planning on staying out too late because the mutts at home were already crossing their legs, we headed out for a few drinks. The group was really feeling the night so we made plans to head out to another place to finish off the night. Since we had to let the dogs out, we took off for home. I guess we stayed too long at home because I was starting to get tired. We got back in the car and made our way to the Quarter Bar in Uptown - already going downhill. Most of the group was already there and we settled in for a pretty amusing night. Following along with the antics that are Austin's life provided a lot of fodder for the evening ...that and being told that we are old for leaving at 12:30 sealed the deal. I was just spent. That is when the laryngitis really set in.
Saturday was a lazy day marked by a ANTM marathon and lounging on the couch. That night we celebrated my sis-in-law's birthday by bowling (poorly)and karaoke night at the Quarter Bar in Addison. Saturday night was a minor fortune. Ugh. We had a pretty good group that night and it was fun. I was extremely sad that I was not able to sing a sure to be amazing duet with Austin to "Alone" due to the lack of voice, but because of a giant black man that was pestering us all night, I got a few free shots out of the deal. Not as fun as it was the first time we were there, all in all we still had a pretty good night.
The start to this week has not been the most amazing. I am still pretty tired and lacking any energy to work, which, let me tell you, makes working very difficult.
Bleh. Hope I start feeling better fast! I am sick and tired of being sick and tired!
So despite the fact that I was sick all week, I worked through my illness. Yeah, I am that much of a hard worker. Ha! Not really, I just had too much crap to do to even take a day off and sleep. I muddled through. Now it may have been in a NyQuil induced haze (and yes, I did take NyQuil during the day) but I made it through. I was so excited to have a Happy Hour planned right after work on Friday. Zach and I packed up and headed to drink town with a bunch of other people from work. Not planning on staying out too late because the mutts at home were already crossing their legs, we headed out for a few drinks. The group was really feeling the night so we made plans to head out to another place to finish off the night. Since we had to let the dogs out, we took off for home. I guess we stayed too long at home because I was starting to get tired. We got back in the car and made our way to the Quarter Bar in Uptown - already going downhill. Most of the group was already there and we settled in for a pretty amusing night. Following along with the antics that are Austin's life provided a lot of fodder for the evening ...that and being told that we are old for leaving at 12:30 sealed the deal. I was just spent. That is when the laryngitis really set in.
Saturday was a lazy day marked by a ANTM marathon and lounging on the couch. That night we celebrated my sis-in-law's birthday by bowling (poorly)and karaoke night at the Quarter Bar in Addison. Saturday night was a minor fortune. Ugh. We had a pretty good group that night and it was fun. I was extremely sad that I was not able to sing a sure to be amazing duet with Austin to "Alone" due to the lack of voice, but because of a giant black man that was pestering us all night, I got a few free shots out of the deal. Not as fun as it was the first time we were there, all in all we still had a pretty good night.
The start to this week has not been the most amazing. I am still pretty tired and lacking any energy to work, which, let me tell you, makes working very difficult.
Bleh. Hope I start feeling better fast! I am sick and tired of being sick and tired!
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