More bad mojo
Another thing from the camping trip... I got a goddang flat tire AGAIN! I've had the car for a year, and this is my third one.
Luckily a co-worker's boyfriend works for a tire company and can get me a used one free of charge. Still sucks though.
Anybody want a black eye? Spend time with me.
Sunday afternoon I'm out at the lake having an awesome time. Ace and I just went tubing and were having a good time, and this girl Katie and I decide to switch places. She'll tube, I'll ride the seadoo. Easy enough, right? Wrong!
I'm on the seadoo, floating beside the boat. Katie wants the extra life jacket that's tucked into the compartment on the seadoo. I turn it on, (I'm not giving it any gas, just trying to get some momentum to float closer to the boat so she can reach. ) well, she decides she's going to jump in and come to me. So she does a dive, pops up, and BAM! Hits the corner of her eye on the seadoo. 3 stitches, swollen shut, black and blue all over. I feel horrible...
Good ol 3 day weekend...
2 hrs and 20 minutes to go...
I plan a nice little nap, a trip overnight to the lake, another nice little nap, some swimming, a trip on a seadoo, a ride on a boat, a drink of a beer, a few whines for breakfast in bed, watching a movie or two... pretty much an entire 3 days of nothing but relaxing and doing what I want... now only 2 hours and 13 minutes...
Blogging habits
You know what I think? All my little buddies need to start blogging more. I love going to all of their sites and reading the stories. Lately, however, there hasn't been much to read.
I know everyone's busy, but come on! Blog already!
Pretty please?
Can you believe this story?!?!
FOREMAN, Ark. - A leap of faith proved hazardous for a smoker in need of a cigarette fix after a night on the town.
advertisementdocument.write('Jeff Foran suffered trauma to his nose, eyes and chin after jumping from a car traveling 55-60 mph. Authorities said he was trying to retrieve a cigarette blown out of the passenger-side window.
Foran, 38, took the leap Saturday night, state police Trooper Jamie Gravier said.
The driver of the car, Jerry Glenn Nelson, said Foran had asked him earlier in the evening to be a designated driver after a night of drinking.
"Nelson said Foran was smoking a cigarette when it blew out the window and Foran jumped out the window to retrieve the cigarette. Nelson said he was driving between 55 and 60 mph when Foran jumped out," the trooper said.
“Foran did the right thing and asked his buddy to drive him home,” Gravier said. “It was obvious he was extremely intoxicated.”
Gravier added: “If anything could make him stop smoking, this should be it. The man is lucky to be alive.”Holy cow... what a fuggin idiot. No way would I be sober driver for that dude again.
Last blog of the day, I swear.
Today's a bit of a sad day for me.
About a year or so ago my mom, my oldest brother, and I had a falling out. Basically it boils down to I felt like they didn't approve of the way I was choosing to live my life, and when I said something about it, they washed their hands of me. For months leading up to the end I was upset over the way I was being treated and taking the frustration and anger out on my friends, coworkers, Dad, and most of all, Ace. I didn't feel that was fair to anyone, and decided to speak up. That was the last I've heard from them.
Well today is Mom's 53rd birthday. I feel guilty for not calling, sending a gift, or what-not. Part of me feels that I started the whole mess by speaking my mind (perhaps to harshly, perhaps not harsh enough) and so it's up to me to fix it. Part of me feels like those two had it coming and part of me being an adult is doing things to make MY life the way I want it to be. Even if that means cutting people out who don't treat me the way I think they should. Then again, she is my mom. My brother lives many states away, Mom's not married, and is usually alone. I feel responsible to look in on her and make sure she isn't lonely or hurt or anything like that.
I guess all I really know about this is that it's a horrible situation and I hate being in it.
Yes, it's true...
I actually played PS2 this weekend. I gave my best go at the Star Wars/ Lego game, and I'll admit, it was fun.
Oh, and for some reason I can't stop blogging today. I hope no one minds.
Holy shit!
My gay boss went bra shopping with his mom this weekend. She's never been fitted before, and guess what size they fitted her at? Come on, guess.
36 G!Holy shit that's huge! Makes my B & 1/2's seem tiny...
Arena football
Ace and I went to a Tulsa Talons game on Saturday night. I must say, it did nothing for me. I did like getting rowdy and making noise because of the arena, but the actual game was pretty disappointing. We won, by a lot. I'm not really sure why it was boring... it just was. So unless I get free tickets again, I don't think I'll go back.
So long....Farewell....
Well today is a co-worker's last day. He's a pretty cool dude, really a jack-of-all-trades. And because he can do almost anything, he has made some pretty close friends throughout the whole company.
Well last fall he got married and they bought a house in Pryor. Gas is too expensive, not to mention all the extra time he's gone from his new bride, so he found a job 5 minutes from home. Can't say I blame him, but we'll all miss the guy.
Well, today we all decided for a farewell lunch at a bar. Great idea for a Friday afternoon. 1 chicken salad and 2 longnecks later, my Friday's crusing right along.
As for the "farewell boy", he had a pitcher and 4 southern comfort shots. See ya later dude.
Take me out to the ball game...
For all you Tulsa folks, tonight is another glorious free ball game. It's at 7 pm against Wichita. Bring on the drunks!! Can't wait.
Airconditioner Nazi
I know everyone remembers the Seinfeld episode with the Soup Nazi. Any time you make a special request or ask for an extra anything all you get is "No soup for you!!"
Well, here at the office, we don't have a soup nazi. What we have is an air conditioner nazi. It's 80 degrees outside and he's yet to turn on the air for the season. Honestly I think every time the temperature is mentioned he makes it warmer in here.
" NO AIR FOR YOU!!! "
Last night's phone call
Ok, last night I'm hanging out on the couch, taking a breather after work before starting cleaning and cooking.
ring ring ring... It's Ace.
me : Hi honey
him: Hey babe.
Me: What are ya doin?
him: watching my car burn
me: wha??
Him: Watching my car burn. It's on fire.
me: Are you still inside?
him: Nah, the boys and I are by the fence.
me: What the hell? So...
Him: I don't know... I'll call you back.
So yup, that was my night. A burned down car and a seriously bummed boyfriend. Poor guy. Worst luck of anyone I know.
What kind of cheese?
You are blue cheese!You are a soft, crumbly white blue-streaked cheese. You are very cool and mellow. You are very knowledgeable and wise and people come to you for advice and help.Blue cheese is a white cheese with blue veins and a sometimes crumbly interior. This cheese usually has tangy, piquant, spicy and peppery flavor. Use in salad dressings with cream cheese for spreads. [Texture: hard, semi-soft ]
I don't even like blue cheese....
My weekend...
Friday night started off with me getting all the chores done early. All the laundry was finished and the dishes were done by 8.
Ace and I went out (first to meet a friend, but she stood us up) to Fishbones, a little bar. The band was cool, singer sucked but the guitar player could play with his teeth, so I'd see them again. As we're leaving TPD's finest decide to show up and raid the place for whatever reason. Then some fuckchop hits my car as I pull out. Great. Leaving a bar, parking lot full of police, and some jackass decides to smack my fender. Luckily it was just a small scratch and not really worth messing with. Even though I wanted to knock the bastard out.
Let's just say the night got worse from there, so I decide Saturday I'm just staying in bed. I woke up at 9, laid there until 2, picked up a salad from Wendy's (awesome), put on a movie, went back to sleep about 4, and woke up sometime around 730 or 8. Then out to Rib Crib with Ace, a fairly funny episode of SNL, and went right back to sleep.
Sunday it was off to Grandma's for chicken and old stories. Oh yeah, and being called my cousin's name all day. Samantha this and Samantha that. Oh, and no, I didn't correct her.
It's the...
funniest damn website ever!!
http://www.mycathatesyou.com/
How to deal....
with the bitch?
Ok, I work with this complete bitch. She's rude and hateful to everyone she knows. It doesn't matter if it's a waitress at a bar or the dry cleaner or even the receptionist, but she's the female devil to everyone.
Now, I'm running out of ways to handle this woman. (not calling her a lady, she isn't one) Being friendly doesn't help, she's still a bitch. Ignoring her doesn't help. If I don't automatically answer her she pages me over the intercom every 20 seconds until I do. Lately, I've been trying to kill her with kindness.
she says "you need to do this for me"
I say "done, you're welcome"
She says "do this asap"
I say "Magda, I finished this...
*pause for thank you*
total silence....
Now I need a new way to deal with this. Any ideas out there?
The boss chalks this up to a cat fight, but why does EVERY person, man and woman, have a problem with this lady? Because she's a BITCH!! rrrrr.......
DEI Drama?
Yesterday the honey and I were watching Talladega, my favorite race of the year. Something struck me as odd. It was the way the 3 DEI cars were acting.
Normally at Talladega teammembers will run together and bump draft and all that to better their positions. But these 3 cars hardly ever teamed up. Their race positions suffered because of this too.
It just made me wonder if all the 'restructuring' of the race teams has to do with some behind-the-scenes drama and if Jr. is having a hard time keeping Daddy's company together.
