Sparks

I love IT!

Thanks to that fabulous drink and rockin' company I stayed awake FOR THE WHOLE PARTY!!! This is a big deal people. Kyle is the man for introducing the apparently energy-drink-naive ladies to the wonder beverage.

My Soundtrack

Right now I'm having an interesting internal dialogue. It started with a simple desire to make my dad a CD. I was brainstorming all of the songs that had special meaning to me because they remind me of him. And that got me thinking. All throughout my life there have been certain songs and groups that have really struck a cord. I hear the intro and I start to get misty. I'm trying to come up with a list, soundtracks to different periods of my life. I think it will be an interesting trip down memory lane, and if nothing else, I may just re-discover some bitchin' hits that I had long forgotten. Happy hunting!

Heading South

Despite the car trauma of the morning, I am very excited for this weekend. I can't wait to see Amber & Ryan and just chillax in SD. I spent last Saturday sewing costumes and altering accessories that are made for people who are under 5 feet tall. Since when should a size 2 person wear a M/L??? It's just not right. One size does not fit all. I'm really not THAT big. Sheesh.

But I digress.

We get to have a fun-filled weekend of car time, friend time and partying in rocking duds. I'm a happy camper, ahem, saloon girl.

If only I had a boa and ruffley spanky pants. :-P

Some Ass-Booger piece of something hit my car

I was driving to work on 17 by the bottom of lexington and something hit me. It flew over the barrier on the right and over the right lane and smacked the passenger side of my car (I was in the left lane). At first I thought it broke my window because it was so loud. Then I looked and saw that there were just scratches on the glass. I figured my car was still okay to drive and it didn't look like much had happened so I just kept going to my work (Less than 5 minutes away). When I got out and looked, I found that wone of the panels surrounding the window was ripped off, the window itself was scratched and a chunk of metal on the frame was all bent. WHAT THE HELL HIT ME??? I don't get it. Thank goodness I didn't get hurt and it didn't break my window.

And now I have to deal with all of the insurance BS and have them take my car and do all this nonsense. What a pain. Just because some stupid piece of something had to hit me and F*** my shizzy up.

Dumb.

I just learned what a furburger is and I can't stop giggling.

Thank god I still have some crude middle school humor left in me after all. Life is good.

They won't let me donate blood because I have to low an iron count. I'm sad. I got to do it last time and was really looking forward to it. I've been talking vitamins with iron too to prepare. I don't get it. I guess I'll have to find some way to pump up my levels or I'm SOL again next time. Poo.

The Commute

They rise before the sun has a chance to reveal itself from behind the mountains. Groggy and longing for the seductive warmth of their beds, they stumble into the shower and begin their day. Sometimes there is breakfast, always there is a rush. Then they crawl into their cold and dewy vehicles to begin the journey to the other side. They snake along roads that twist and turn through the rock. They nurse the sleep out of their eyes with caffeine or cocoa. In time they find their destinations where they left them the day before and where they will find them again the next.

And epic it is not, just the pathetic routine of the slaves to 17. Oh how I wish I could stop, but I'm glad enough that it is finally Friday and I get a rest, however brief.

Fridge Magic

What do you get when you unleash 3 roomates on a fridge with Sex/Love magnetic poetry? A whole lot of naughty. Enjoy.

Good Bye Little Buddy

Today is Kellie's last day. That makes me very sad.

Through all the crap I deal with, at least I had her here to whine to and lean on. I know she is on to bigger and better things, and for that I am glad, but still I am sad to see her go.

Highlights:
-Starbucks
-The Baker
-What intersection?
-Gobstoppers
-Hockey & Baseball
-Teasing Eric
-Word of the day
-I need attention
-My bag likes her better
-Boy updates
-Research buddy
-Popcorn & rice cakes
-Kleenex
-Even Officer Torres

I'm sure there are tons more that I am forgetting, I just have a clouded head right now. I'll even miss forwarding the Managing Automation emails.

Things have been rough this week. Today's only Wednesday and it totally feels like a Friday. I have a feeling I'm going to be in for a ride the next few weeks. There's a lot going on. I can only hope that bigger and better things are not too far off on the horizon.

Tangled

I'm all tangled up right now.

I feel really frustrated and angry and I'm not even sure why exactly. I'm mad you won't take care of your shit and grow up. I'm mad that you pretend that things are ok and I was never upset at all. I miss you but it's not that easy. I'm mad that you didn't call me too. I'm mad that I don't get to leave and start something new and better. That I have no good prospects. I'm mad I'm all alone and really feel it right now. I feel like crying at work again and that's never a good sign.

I'm not sleeping well. I keep jolting awake. And I don't feel rested. My skin is doing weird things and I'm all twisted in knots inside. I want to feel good and happy and relaxed. Instead I'm tense and agitated and annoyed. I don't want to go to the Dr. I want to still believe that a vacation will fix everything and that it's okay to run away.

Frustrated Incorporated

Apparently today is a lyrics day.

They say misery loves company
We could start a company
And make misery, Frustrated Incorporated
I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to see

Put me out of my misery
I'd do it for you, Would you do it for me?
We will always be busy, making misery

We could build a factory, and make misery
We'll create the cure, we made the disease
Frustrated Incorporated, Frustrated Incorporated

I know just what you need
I might just have the thing
I know what you'd pay to feel

Put me out of my misery
Suicide kings and drama queens
Forever after happily making misery

Did you satisfy your greed, get what you need
Was it only envy, so empty

Frustrated incorporated...

I'd do it for you, would you do it for me?

Stuck in my head

"Listen To Your Heart"

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea.
You've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.

The 5-0, LG style

So about 2 weeks ago Kellie got her first ticket. And let me say, that's quite an accomplishment for someone driving in CA for so long. The cop was pretty much a jerk and ever since she has been uber-careful around LG.

Today, we decided to go to Safeway to get some stuff to eat. We pull up to this stop sign where we are going to turn left and I see a cop parked there out of the corner of my eye. She's just done her CA stop and I exclaim "cop!" She looks and sees him just a little too late. He motions for us to pull over and we do with Kellie saying, "I stopped, didn't I stop, I thought I stopped."

The guy gets out of his car and comes over to us. Kellie asks him what she did. All he will respond with is "let's get your license and registration and then we can talk about that." Ass. He takes her info and goes back to his car to do a check. We sit there talking about how much cops in LG suck and she KNOWS this guy, ahem officer Torres, is out for her. He's the same one who gave her the ticket last time. We see him writing in his little book and I tell Kellie that I will go to court with her and fight the ticket.

Walks back up to the car and hands her her license, registration and pink slip of paper. It's a warning. He explains for 5 minutes about what a warning is and then lets us go. Kellie made me drive the 20 yards to Safeway and we decide that it's my turn to drive for the rest of her 2 weeks at Sterling. Man I'm going to miss her.

And I get to be the flower girl

This weekend I went to a Katrina benefit where DJPJ was showing off her mad spinning skillz for the first time. Despite the fact that the room was tiny and I had a headache, we rocked it. Hard. Dancing like a spastic dork is my specialty.

I have to admit that there was a slight alternative agenda for going to the benefit too. "The Setup." Oh yes, playing matchmaker is actually quite fun. And so, I was actually okay with being the 5th wheel. Do we have a love match? Who knows, but if there is one, I call dibs on being the flower girl in the wedding. Jocelyn gets to be the ring bearer. We totally mean it too.

Overheard:
-"I'm having a gay moment, how does my shirt look?" Followed by, "I'm having a Jocelyn moment, bring me some food!"
-"$125,000 for a four bedroom house. I think I'm gonna puke."
Highlights:
-the "butt" jeans
-Yummy drink breath
-Chemistry
-The other rooms with a DISCO BALL
-Free drinks
-Got sushi?
-snoring in the theater
-SHHHHHH!!!!!
-Stair sex
-The smell of waffle cones
-Remixes
-Dancing
-The A's & Giants girl
-Sexy vs. Hot

Shoes

Why is it that it is so hard to find shoes that are both comfortable AND attractive. All my cute shoes hurt my feet after awhile and they are not really practical to dance in. My comfy tennies and flip flops are just not stylin' for a night on the town. It's such a dilemma. It has been suggested that I take on this task. Create the perfect combination of the two. I just might have to. After a lightening speed shoe shopping session at The Rack I am convinced that what I want just isn't out there. I'll have to add, "find perfect, comfortable black heels" to my list of things to do before I give up and retire in Hawaii with Amy.

TGIF

It's Friday night
and the mood is right
gonna have some fun
show you how it's done
TGIF

Does anyone else remember this gem?

Salad, Taco or Dogs?

Warning: Perverted talk and gross subject matter ahead. You have been warned.

So last night I came home to a very interesting conversation. Apparently the new controversy among the "kids" out there is, would you participate in "salad tossing" if presented with the opportunity? And beyond that, for those attracted to males, would you prefer to partake in "salad" or "taco?" For those who don't mind tacos already, the options are "salad" and "hot dog."

What you don't get the proper effect of through the internet, is the hilarious visual of Ericka miming "salad consumption." OMG, you might just die. And so over beer and fish tacos (go figure) we debated which each of us would prefer if forced to choose and why. There seems to be a fairly strong consensus among the ladies that we would rather go taco than salad, if forced to choose. The men were also quite adamant about sticking with the gender they prefer, meaning they are down with the lettuce.

There are, of course, variables to be considered. Has the salad been properly washed and if so how recently? Is the taco experiencing a contamination of sorts due to either reproduction or lack there of? Cryptic, yes, but I think you catch my drift.

How generally civilized people could fall into this conversation, in public no less, is beyond me, but it was rather entertaining. And afterall, wouldn't you rather spend hours debating the pros and cons of naughty activities than be forced to hear about movable type. I think we all know I would. ;-)

I'm a big gooey loser and I know it.
I'm lucky you all put up with me ;-)

Hard, but worth it

Saturday was hard. Usually my favorite day of the week, I was in a major funk. John tried to ask me what I was going to do for the weekend and then teased me with suggestions and I actually started crying. Lame.

I think it started with last week being a tough friend week. I feel like I let one of my friends down by missing her birthday. We talked and she's fine. I can't wait to hang out. Feeling busy all the time stinks. I'm glad she's the kind of person that she is. Our friendship is easy and we can always pick up where we left off.

I was also disappointed by others. I think I know people so well and then they show a different side and I feel so let down and hurt. Being inconsiderate and making biting comments are not things that I am willing to put up with. I don't want to be considered a pushover. I think I deserve respect and kindness. I'm saddened that something I looked forward to ended up being le suck.

Recently I have had a couple of people explain that aspects of friendship are like those of a romantic relationship. Sometimes friends grow apart and it becomes time for a breakup and moving in separate directions. While I definitely see the validity of this point of view, there are some things I am not willing to give up on so easily. Where in coupling, the romance can end and a friendship without physicality can begin, where do you go in a relationship where you started at that place? Do you feign interest in their life to try to salvage whatever connection you had to begin with? And then sometimes I start to wonder if there really was something worthwhile to begin with or maybe I was just trying to force it.

Maybe I am trying to be to heady about the whole thing, I don't know. What I do know is that when I start to get down, I have to remind myself that there are people who care. There will always be people that let me down, but then again there are those who help pick me up again. And for that, I am truly grateful.

Time for some MEME's...

"I am at this point where I'm getting pretty restless."

The Rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.