Chasing Rabbits

"Who am I, then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else."

Slinkies

Some people are like Slinkies...

Not really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to your face when you push them down a flight of stairs.

Shout Out!

To my peeps Vicki and Adam, who gave me the coolest belated birthday gift EVER!! You guys rock my world. Thanks.

BHTM

Saturday afternoon I went to the McDowell Mountain Music Festival to see Big Head Todd & The Monsters. As if that weren't cool enough, I actually got to meet most of the band (Todd and Brian anyway) and have photos taken! Now if only I weren’t so technologically feeble, I might be able to post said pictures for all of your viewing! If you really want to see them, leave a comment and I’ll share the link to my Ofoto page. It was all very exciting.

When they left the stage, Vicki and I decided to head to the trailer area toward the back. We talked to a guy named Scott that turned out to be best friends with Brian Nevin (drummer). He walked off with the promise to “see what he could do”…so we waited a few minutes at the fence. Then we noticed a gaping hole in the fence! So we just waltzed in there like we owned the place and around the corner in the dining tent, we found Scott and Brian! After a few photos were snapped, Vicki asked Brian for an autograph. He said no problem and headed back toward the trailer to get something to write with (we were quite the prepared fans, I can tell you). But THEN, THEN, we saw Todd Mohr coming out of the trailer! So we ran over and some nice guy took photos of both of us with them! And Todd is every bit as cute up close as he is on the stage. GRRRR!

TTFN

I've decided I like reading blogs a lot more than I like writing them. You may have already guessed as much due to lack of posting. Plus, I feel weird blogging from work, and to this day I have no PC at home.

So, much love to all two of you readers and ta-ta for now.

Peace.

Freaking Idiots! Gosh.

This morning on my way into work, while still in the parking lot of the complex, I turned the corner and a woman backed right out in front of me from her parking spot. As if that weren’t bad enough, she stopped right there and proceeded to make a call on her cell phone! So, being the ever-patient person that I am, I waited about 2.5 seconds and then leaned into the horn with everything I had. That woke her up.

The Roach

A few times over the course of the last year, I have encountered a gigantic cockroach in my bathroom (don’t EVEN tell me where there is one, there are many…I just don’t want to hear it). Anyway, I got a big can of spray poison to have at-the-ready the next time the bastard showed his ugly face. Turns out that appearance was made last night. Without hesitation, I grabbed that can and ripped the lid off and started spraying like a mad woman. But he would.not.die! As he scurried to safety (or what he thought was safety), I followed his course with more of the toxic spray. From the sink to the floor to the shower curtain to the cabinet and finally the doorway. This is where things started to get ugly, and near the point where I actually started to cry. It flipped on its back and flailed around miserably for an eternity. It was like a train wreck in that while I wanted to look away, I couldn’t. Then I started to choke on the fumes of the spray and thought to myself “I hope this isn’t how the poor cockroach feels! Does the spray just cut off THEIR air supply?” People, I actually CRIED over the writhing death of a cockroach! When I could take it not one moment longer, I got the biggest handful of toilet paper I could hold, grabbed him, and flushed him away.

I honestly think I am scarred for life.

P.S. Thanks to Alwan for answering the phone and calming me down after it happened.

Sugar Curt Rahe

"If a maid costs that much money, I better be getting some ass out of the deal!"

It's A Good Thing

Anybody else wonder how Martha managed to keep those blonde highlights up while she was on the inside? I don't see any tell-tale roots in any of the photos I've seen and she was in there for five months! Maybe it really was Camp Cupcake after all.

Lucky!

Apparently I’m doing a stellar job of taking over blogdom for webwonky! Sorry for the sporadic posts…I guess it is high time I got a computer at home since I don’t always have the opportunity to post from work. Too busy brewing all of that coffee…

What is everybody doing this weekend? I think I might go to a spring training game with the ghetto boys on Saturday. Pre-party at Uncle Sanford’s* (assuming of course that he’s able to unload his storage auction finds at the Ghetto Garage Sale). I might even take some of my junk over there to add to the mix. Think anyone will pay me full price for my now over-sized Lucky jeans? Which brings me to my hot tip of the day: Don’t spend your hard-earned cash on the jeans you love when you’re shedding the pounds. Major waste of money! I now have four sizes in the closet that I can’t wear anymore. *sigh*

*this new moniker courtesy of Uncle Sanford’s little brother

Long-Haired Hippies and the Antichrist

I have no idea why the clerk at Fry's Electronics was looking at me sideways when I handed her my purchases the other day. I, for one, think The Essential Willie Nelson and Marilyn Manson go together quite nicely.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun. ~Matt Groening

My Mom

I just love my family. This is my Mom's reply to the post about my Dad:


"Nice dedication to your Dad. What about that wonderful, nurturing Mother of yours who ISN'T MENTALLY ILL--AND NEVER HAS BEEN!!! Ha, ha"

Okay Mom, I promise to put the spotlight on you soon. I love you very much! xoxo

My Dad

We often take advantage of the people that are closest to us. I find myself being guilty of this more than I'd like when it comes to my Dad. I couldn't do any of it without him, and I just wanted to send a note into cyberspace thanking him for being the best Dad EVER.

Thank you for (a short list)*...

1) Making my breakfast and lunch every morning.
2) Taking my car to get a wash & an oil change (nevermind that you did it because you were embarrassed by the dirt and the out-dated oil change sticker on the windshield).
3) Listening to me gripe about my "hard life" every day.
4) Watching decorating shows on TV even though you hate them with the heat of 10,000 suns.
5) Sitting through the "food" bits on Fear Factor even though you gag incessantly.
6) Being my friend and supporting me no matter what (even when I repeat the same stupid mistakes over and over again).
7) Painting the ugly brown cabinets.
8) Calling to let me know where you're going to be so I don't worry too much.

So thank you Dad for everything that you do. This list doesn't begin to capture all of the nice things that you do for me every day, but it's time to punch out & go home now so it'll have to do. I love you very much and I am so lucky to have you. I hope you live to be at least 150, because I'd be totally lost without you.

*everything on this list has happened in the past two days! WOW!

Stars

"Good friends are like stars.........you don't always see them, but you know they are always there."

Ligers - Bred for Skills in Magic

Who knew a silly t-shirt could make a girl's day? I just received my official "Liger" t-shirt in the mail.

If you haven't seen this movie yet, do it NOW! You'll be glad you did.

So Much To Say

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Loose Lips Sink Ships

Dear Jon,

Twenty years later and you're still talking smack. How sad.

Mae

Coffee Bitch

As you are probably aware, Phoenix has been having some pretty serious problems this week with water purification. Four of the five plants were shut down. People were advised to boil any tap water they use until further notice. This is a conversation I had with my boss:

HIM: "Have you been boiling the water for my coffee?"
ME: "First of all, we're in Scottsdale, and the water here is fine. Secondly, NO, I am NOT boiling the water for your coffee anymore than it's already boiled by the machine."
HIM: "Well, I was feeling a bit sick, so I wondered."
ME: "I seriously doubt it has anything to do with the coffee, but okay."

(Enter boss #2)

ME: "You've been drinking the same coffee, are you feeling sick at all?"
HER: "No, I feel fine. Why?"
ME: "He claims to be sick from drinking bad water even though we are in Scottsdale."
HIM: "It may have been the curry I ate last night."

GEE, YA THINK??? I love my job.

Courtney Made Me Do It

Since our dear miss Webwonky is taking a hiatus from posting, I'm taking over Blogdom to help you all get past the withdrawals I'm sure you've been having for the past couple of weeks. No? It's just me? Well if nothing else I guess I can log in and talk to myself each morning.

Maybe I'll have something of consequence to post later. Until then, be sure to go out and get your very own boondoggle key chain. A must-have for this season's fashion.