Poop and Pie

Barney Beagle

2011-09-16T04:21:00.001-04:00

Dang.
So I went on an impromptu date with this guy who was sitting at the bar where I work. I noticed him toward the end of the evening (we were slammed busy) and thought to myself, 'oh, he's kinda hot!' So I said something to the girl who was bartending and she said he was "annoying". I said, oh, too bad. Then I asked "why?" She said he talked to much. I deduced that she was annoyed by his talking b/c he was trying to close the bar and get her sidework done and get outta there. Fair enough.
Well, as the night progressed, her & I had a pretty funny banter going on where I was just giving her a hard time and we were just laughing and having fun. I noticed he was eating it all up and kind of a little bit staring at me, as I was him, sort of. So I ended up talking to him while I was doing my sidework (polishing wine glasses and such) this went on for 10 or 15 minutes. He asked me to go to the Braves game with him the next night. I was scheduled to work, however, I kind of did want to go (I hadn't been to a Braves game yet this year!) but I also didn't know anything about this guy and had only talked to him briefly. He seemed like a nice enough fella, but still..there are a lot of idiots that come in. I still wasn't convinced yet.
So I took his # and told him I needed to marinate on the idea and would call or text him to let him know.
I got someone to cover my shift, and decided, what the hell, I haven't been on a "date" (if that is what this was going to be) in FOREVER. Like, at least 3 or 4 years. Seriously. It's annoying.
But I digress...

next day...

I text him and tell him I am in, if he still is.
He texts me back and says he will call.
He calls.
We set up time/place to meet.

I go to meet him at the hotel he is staying at (Ritz Carlton downtown).
He meets me outside at the valet and tell me he is glad I decided to come with him to the game. He was going to go by himself anyways.
We go inside the hotel lobby and have a drink while we talk and start to get acquainted. The car service will be picking us up at 7 to take us to the game.
(I am beginning to be impressed at this point)
Fancy hummer car service to the game, VIP drop off, enter the gates, finding seats...WOW. 4th row behind the Braves dugout. SHAZAM!
I am throughly impressed now. He told me he even thought to try and get seats out of the direct sunlight (we are in Atlanta and it is HOT still at 7:30 on an early September evening).

I slightly become a Japanese tourist and start taking photos. I can't help myself, when I love something, I want to photograph it.

We have a great time at the game. Talking, laughing, and the Braves won so, that's always a plus.
Now the game is over. And I don't want this evening to end, because truth be told, I'm not sure I've ever been on a date this great. Here I am with a very good looking man, who has a decent enough job to where he's not struggling, he's making me laugh (and I him, I think), he's doting on me (no one dotes on me), and all I can think of is 'DAMN! why do u have to live all the way in Virginia?!?!?!'

Alas, sadly, he does.
And he went back today.
He did stop in and say bye, which I thought was sweet of him to bother. But it also made me a little sad, because if he had been more of an asshole/jerk, then it's easier to write off. But he doesn't seem to be. He seems to be a really great guy. And all I keep singing for the rest of the day in my head is Alanis Morissette's 'Isn't it Ironic' song; particularly the lyric that goes: "It's like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting his beautiful wife..."

Go fucking figure.
Of course.
Just my luck.
Great.
Awesome.
FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.

So that's it. He said goodbye, it doesn't appear that he is a regular visitor to my fine city and who knows when he will return. If ever, and if so, will he even bother to try and find me? Did he experience any of the same short-lived joy and happiness that I did? Or was this just a fun baseball game with some one he happened to meet while here?
Then my mind starts going AWOL...is he married? girlfriend? I have no idea. We didn't talk about any of that stuff. and honestly, I don't want to know if ther is any of those factors, it would just break my heart even more.

Dang. Why and how do I fall so hard & fast over seemingly nothing? I am actually affected to the point of sadness. I mean, I'm not moping around deliriously diluted about him, but I am disappointed that we can't have a second date, and a third, and a fourth...etc...

(sigh)

I guess only time will tell. One of my philosophies that I've lived by since I was 18 is "everything happens for a reason" and "if it's meant to be, it will be" and my favorite "everything works out in the end...if it hasn't worked out yet, it's not the end"

I want and hope he thinks about me and decides to try and stay in touch, and reaches out to call me or something.
Ya never know, right?
But then there's that word..."hope"
Hope can be a dangerous thing. It can allow you to hold onto something that you should let go, or should have let go a long time ago. I've been there before too. But how do you know when hope is good or bad for you to have?
I don't want to be one of these people who are all closed off and not open to possibility! But I also don't want to be someone who holds on to a sliver of nothing because I perceive it to be more than what it was or is.

So now what?

I guess I just hope and pray that God has something awesome waiting for me...whoever or wherever that may be.

I feel like Barney Beagle in the children's book waiting patiently for his boy to come and rescue him from the pet shop window, Every day he waited and wished for someone to choose him. People would stop and look at him in the window, and he would always ask himself, "Is this my boy? Is this the boy for me?" But the shoppers would always choose someone else.
All the other pets are being chosen & given homes & loved. I am still waiting for my boy to come, but when will he?

WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

2011-08-06T20:34:00.000-04:00

I wonder what makes people think it's okay to cancel plans at the last minute? Here's the rub, I made definitive plans with someone, got out of my shift at work to attend this event, and 30 minutes before it starts, I am told that they already had plans with someone else and that they have to cancel. Great. Thanks. I possible could have asked someone else to attend this event with me had I ample notice. What exactly is it about me and my personality/character that makes you think it is perfectly acceptable to flake out at the last minute? This isn't the 1st time either. Lesson: never make plans with this person ever again? How can I let this person know in a positive way that they are continuously hurting my feelings, disappointing me, & pissing me off simultaneously? I have refrained from going off on a verbally abusive belittling rampage like I initially wanted to, because as we all know, it will do no good in the end and actually would probably cause some serious damage to our relationship. So I ask you, world wide webbernet, with all your tubes & wires & such...WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Pancake Pantry ; Nashville is OVERRATED.

2011-03-26T10:10:00.001-04:00

In Nashville, in Hillsboro Village on 21st Avenue, people stand outside the Pancake Pantry in a line that wraps around the building everyday for hours to eat at this place.

So today, I had a little time to kill, and I decided to see what all the fuss is about. I still have no idea. Sure, there are 23 different kinds of pancakes. But really, are you charging me $8-$12 bucks for a little batter & some syrup? And seriously $3 for a small plate of mushy potatoes with absolutely no seasoning of any kind and you call these hashbrowns the "best in Nashville"? Well Nashville, your palatte sucks, just like your musical taste.

Testing....

2011-01-23T23:26:00.001-05:00

1, 2, 3...

Texting While Driving - Georgia Law

2010-11-28T16:46:00.000-05:00

So, there is this new law in Georgia that states:

"No person shall operate a motor vehicle on any public road or highway of this state while using a wireless telecommunications device to write, send, or read any text based communication, including but not limited to a text message, instant message, electronic mail, or Internet data."

But I think there are some obvious holes in this...

Don't get me wrong, I agree that texting and driving is dangerous and since most people can't drive well in sunny dry conditions; except for me of course; it is a smart law to make since people obviously need guidance & direction from the government that tells them how to live safely in society.

So, I have a few questions...
1) If I am stopped at a red light, not driving, not actually "operating" the motor vehicle in question, and I send or read a text, am I violating this law?

2) There are a lot of people who rely on their GPS device to guide them to their destination because they are either directionally challenged, or in a unfamiliar town. This device is usually mounted (insert Bevis & Butthead laugh here) somewhere in the car. I, however, use my google maps app on my blackberry device, also a GPS, so if I am looking at it to guide me, am I in violation of the law? And if so, how come the people who look away from their driving to watch their GPS are NOT in violation and I am?
Doesn't seem to gel with me.

So there it is. Thoughts?

FOOTNOTE:

"Governor Perdue has signed two new distracted driving bills into law, Senate Bill 360 and House Bill 23."

What about mothers distracted by their children in the car? Have you ever ridden in a car fpr more than 15 minutes with 3 children of any age? It can be torture...

My song?

2010-10-21T09:31:00.000-04:00

Wow! So this guy Scott Simons, who I met a few months ago at 3rd & Lindsley in Nashville after Bleu performed his amazing tricks and songs, started this thing called "Wednesday Wallbombing" on his facebook page. He randomly picks a "fan" and writes an original song and about them based on their facebook profile and posts it on you tube and guess who was randomly picked yesterday? That's right, yours truly! Here it is! I like it, it's catchy, and, well, who wouldn't want a song written about them? It's actually been a secret wish of mine for a long time...

Everybody's Guilty Baby!

2010-03-27T23:10:00.000-04:00

I am sitting at Ugly Mugs in East Nashville and the dude singing right now is named "Jameson" - why must you taunt me so you delicious golden cocktail?!

But ohhhhh, how I love the sound of a violin!

My eyeballs hurt.

Been chatting w/ my cousin and an old co-worker at the same time I develop our project X. Gonna keep it a secret for now, but it is GOOD!

Today I found out that I am now working with a kid that went to Peachtree Jr High the same time I was there. Like, we probably passed each other in the hall. He also dated this girl Ansley Hines who I do remember vividly, and I don't remember many people vividly from 8th grade! We both went to school with Ryan Seacrest?! Too funny!

I am reading a book called "Write it Down, Make it Happen" and I've been writing stuff down a lot lately. Today in particular I was visualizing things I never thought possible before, but now they've come into a certain light that gives me hope. It might be false hope though and I don't know if it is healthy or harmful to visualize and imagine and hope and want this thing I am thinking about. On one hand, the book says to visualize what you want. On the other hand, I know that I cannot control what happens and I do not want to try & control it, but I also cannot help to think that the possibility is improbable and I don't want to get my hopes up for someone who doesn't want the same thing I do. So how do I know if it is healthy or harmful? I want it & him, yes and I think it would make me so happy to be with this person, however would I be enough for him? I truly only want him to be happy, I also truly believe he is not currently. Do any of us ever know what we want, or what we need, or what is right for us?
I know I am being totally vague, but I have to in order to protect myself, the innocent and the guilty.And everybody's guilty baby...

AND I JUST heard someone say his name! They said "bye" to the dude who is working here right now and I had no idea that was his name, even tho -OMG- someone just said the girl version of his name.....this is gettting weird.... AND earlier today I was thinking about him & I looked & saw his last name on the side of a building! What does it all mean? Nothing?! I truly believe in signs from the Universe or God or whatever, and they are THERE if we just stop & look & listen for them....What are they telling me tho?!

Collection of Bullshit

2010-02-26T19:38:00.003-05:00

After a conversation I had today, I realized that everyone collects something. Some people collect stamps (boooorrrrrrring), some collect 70's fashion magazines, some collect elephant figurines, rooster stuff, cow stuff, leopard print, or some animal paraphernalia or another. My mom collects unique and interesting salt & pepper shakers making it easy to buy her a souvenir from whatever exotic corner of the world I am in (and by exotic I mean Colorado, Vegas, or Santa Cruz).
So from this conversation, I started thinking, what (besides cat hair on my clothes and in the corners of my living room) do I collect?
I still haven't come up with any answers, and this was a few hours ago.

When I was 13-15 I collected every single article and interview and photo of Guns-n-Roses that my meager allowance would afford me. In fact, my primary motivation for getting a job at 13 was most likely so that I could buy more magazines & tapes (yes, tapes). I still have them all too. They are in a blue & white plastic bag which is falling apart that was the carrier for one of the many magazines I purchased, and it is a stack about a foot high. Some of the magazines are even perfectly intact, like the Guns-n-Roses full color spectacular, an entire magazine of only photos of Axl, Slash, Duff, Izzy & Steven (pre-celebrity rehab of course, oh poor Steven...). My obsession with this band went so far that for my 8th grade art project at Peachtree Jr. High (yes, I went to school with Ryan Seacrest, he was in 9th grade and had no idea I existed, but I remembered thinking he was cute when I was 13) I carved a linoleum portrait of Axl standing to the side, holding the microphone, and made prints from it. I remember it vividly. I also somehow obtained tapes of a live concert from their show at Castle Donnington in NYC circa 1988, interviews with Slash & Axl, and some rare bootlegs of November Rain, including an acoustic version of the song, a rough copy of the one we all know and love, and a beautiful full instrumental version lasting around 12 minutes. I still have these tapes, tucked safely away in a shoebox. I also at one time had all 6 of their posters that were available at Spencer's Gifts at every shopping mall across America. Until my mother made me throw them out, but instead of throwing them out, I thought I would be clever & give them to my friend Mary to keep for me in her closet. However, when I asked for them back a few years later when I knew it was probably safe, she had thrown them out! THE NERVE! I do really wish I still had these posters tho :( it did make me quite upset when I found out she didn't truly hold them for me..

Where was I going with this narrative?
Ah yes, collectibles....

Do any of my readers (assuming I have any of course) collect things? And what do you collect?

My friend Kat Smo wrote a song called Collection of Hearts. One of the lyrics goes like this: "I've got a collection of hearts in a drawer, all dusted, forgotten, don't know what they're for. No don't take it personal, cuz I surely didn't..."

The song is catchy, right? The lyrics are great, mean I suppose, but I just love the imagery I get when I think of a collection of hearts in a drawer.. Actually, it reminds me of my friend Alex Rodriguez, she used to get so many phone numbers from guys, and she would just throw them in a shoebox she kept in her room, and whenever she felt unwanted, unappreciated, lonely, or sad, she would go through her box and be reminded of all the cute eligible boys out there. She never called any of them, she just kept a collection of #'s.. funny.

I don't collect hearts, numbers, or magazines anymore. Should I collect something?
Maybe I collect spices, because I love to cook. Or perhaps I collect experiences, traveling to Colorado next week to snowboard, driving up to Indiana to visit with family last Easter, taking an unplanned trip to Key West with my friend Beau before he quit his job at Delta (shakes fist angrily in air at all the lost trips we could've taken!), moving to Nashville to pursue a career in music?

Or is collecting things unhealthy. like holding onto some material thing that may give us some sort of happiness & joy for the present being, but what do you really have but a pile of papers (ie: stamps, magazines. etc) to & lug from place to place every time you move? Do you look through these magazines or stamps on a regular basis? What do you do with each & every animal figurine you own? Does anyone have any thoughts on this subject? I would love to hear your comments!

The End. Sort of...

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Warning....small tangent.....
I think some people collect thier own thoughts, conversations, and words.
For instance...
Some people are so self involved that they never truly listen to you. For instance, I was trying to tell this regular at my bar a story, and we were interrupted several times by various other staff members, which happens, but I kept trying to continue my story, but he would start talking and asking questions to the other person about a whole different topic and then he'd get up and go outside to smoke! I finally gave up trying to tell him anything, and he NEVER came back and said, what were you trying to say? Just didn't care what-so-ever. Why do I bother?
And then I was having lunch with a friend and I was trying to tell her a story, but every time I started the story she kept on talking to the bartender! And I said, "listen!" and she said "I am! I can multi-task!" BULLSHIT! You CANNOT listen and TALK at the same fucking time. It's rude and unacceptable.
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Ok, I'm finished venting, I was just completely inspired by this little tirade and had to write about it. Thanks for bearing with me... please leave me comments! Thanks!

Sincerely,
Blue

Could this be a song?

2009-09-17T12:59:00.003-04:00

This umbrella's seen better days...
My heart's been trapped in a purple haze....
My mind wanders around this town..
Wondering what's next and am I gonna fall down...

'Rain is comin', that's what she said..
Before she stepped on that pedal with her foot of lead..
Headed toward that green highway
With her head full of dreams and her heart full of red

I'm just a broken umbrella, walkin in the rain
When the sun comes out, I'll feel less insane
Mom says hold your chin high babe, and don't you cry
The price is high for the freedom train

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Not sure where to go next with this, but, anyone have any comments?

Burrito Lady

2009-03-22T21:03:00.004-04:00

"Well I was sittin at home, wishin I had me a burrito. A burrito would be oh so sweet right now. So I said to my friend, I got to see her again, I got to get me a burrito. He said man I understand its not about the meal it's about how ya feel, I said, Hey, hey, Hey, Burrito lady, ya drive me crazy, burrito lady... Yeah she knows me well and I can always tell that she got what I need, there's only one thing, for me to say, I gotta get back, to Chee-pote-lay...I said, Hey, hey, Hey, Burrito lady, ya drive me crazy, burrito lady..."

Sweater Rocket

2009-03-12T19:11:00.004-04:00

My friend Kate submitted a word to the urbandictionary.com and is featured on Sully's podcast yesterday. Awesome.

Click here to listen.

Alcoholoroscopes

2009-03-12T18:20:00.002-04:00

I totally stole this from my friend Dan at The Imbiber.Net but since I am giving him recognition and props, I think it is okay. I highly suggest you go check out his site and register and read it often - he is almost as hilarious as I am and he knows way more about all types of alcohol than you could ever care to know.

This one is me...
ARIES (Mar 21- Apr 19)
Drinking style: Impulsive Aries people like to party and sometimes don't know when to call it a night. Their competitive streak makes them prone to closing-time shot contests. They're sloppy, fun drunks, and they get mighty flirty after a couple tipples. Getting Aries people drunk is a good way to get what you want out of them, should other methods fail. Aries can become bellicose when blotto, but they will assume that whatever happened should be forgiven (if not forgotten) by sunrise. They can be counted on to do the same for you -- so long as you haven't gone and done anything really horrible to them last night, you sneaky Gemini

TAURUS (Apr 20 - May 20)
Drinking style: Taurus prefers to drink at a leisurely pace, aiming for a mellow glow rather than a full-on zonk. Since a truly intoxicated Taurus is a one-person stampede, the kind of bull-in-a-china-shop inebriate who spills red wine on white carpets and tells jokes to employers, the preference for wining and dining (or Bud and buddies) to body shots and barfing is quite fortunate for the rest of us. This is not to say that the Bull is by any means a teetotaler -- god, no. A squiffy Taurus will get, er, gregarious (full of loudmouth soup, some would say) and is extremely amusing to drag to a karaoke bar when intoxicated.

GEMINI (May 21 - Jun 21)
Drinking style: Gemini's can drink without changing their behavior much-- they're so naturally chatty and short-attention-spanned that it's just hard to tell sometimes. They can amaze you by conversing with finesse and allusion, then doing something unbelievable in a n extremely advanced state of intoxication, like puking in your shoe. Gemini's possess the magic ability to flirt successfully (and uninfuriatingly, which is very tricky) with several people at once. They like to order different cocktails every round -- repetition is boring -- and may create a theme (like yellow drinks: beer, sauvignon blanc and limoncello) for their own amusement.

CANCER (Jun 22 - Jul 22)
Drinking style: Cancer is a comfort drinker -- and an extra wine with dinner or an after-work beer or six can be extra comforting, can't it, Cancer darling? Like fellow water signs Scorpio and Pisces, Crabs must guard against lushery. Cancers are brilliant at ferreting out secret parties and insinuating themselves on VIP lists -- and, in true Hollywood style, Cancers are never really drunk; instead, they get "tired and emotional" (read: weepy when lubricated). But there's nothing better than swapping stories (and spit) over a few bottles of inky red wine with your favorite Cancer. Even your second-favorite Cancer will do. The sign also rules the flavor vanilla, and you'd be adored if you served up a vanilla vodka and soda.

LEO (Jul 23 - Aug 22)
Drinking style: Leo likes to drink and dance -- they're often fabulous dancers, and usually pretty good drinkers as well, losing their commanding dignity and turning kittenish. Of course, they're quite aware they're darling - Leos will be Leos, after all. They generally know their limit, probably because they loathe losing self-control. When they get over-refreshed, expect flirting to ensue -- and perhaps not with the one who brought them. But Leo's not the type to break rules even when drunk, so just try to ignore it (try harder, Cancer) and expect a sheepish (and hung over) Lion to make it up to you the next day

VIRGO (Aug 23 - Sept 22)
Drinking style: Cerebral Virgos are compelled to impose order onto their bender. Their famously fussy quest for purity could lead to drinking less than other signs, sure -- but it could also lead to drinking booze neat, to sucking down organic wine or just to brand loyalty. They rarely get fully shellacked -- but, oh, when they do! Virgo's controlled by the intellect, but there's an unbridled beast lurking within, and they let it loose when walloped. It's dead sexy (and surprisingly unsloppy). As one Virgo friend used to declare, "I'm going tonight." A toast to the subgenius to drink myself into a low level of intelligence

LIBRA (Sept 23 - Oct 23)
Drinking style: "I'm just a social drinker," slurs Libra, "it's just that I'm so damn social." Libra loves nothing more than to party, mingle and relate to everyone. Whether dipped in favor of Good Libra (with Insta-Friend device set to "on") or heavier on the Evil Libra side (they are little instigators when bored), the Scales can really work a room. Charming as they are, Libras are notoriously lacking in self-control, however, which can get them into all sorts of trouble -- including wearing their wobbly boots waaaay too early in the evening, flirting with their best friend's beau or even blacking out the night's events entirely. Oops!

SCORPIO (Oct 24 - Nov 21)
Drinking style: Don't ever tell Scorpios they've had enough, for they'll smirk at you and quietly but intentionally keep tippling till they're hog-whimpering drunk, out of 100-proof spite. Scorpios like to drink, and screw you if you have a problem with that. Most of them see the sauce as something to savor in itself, and not as a personality-altering tool - though if depressed, self-loathing Scorps seek total obliteration. But generally, they're fascinating drinking pals, brilliant conversationalists and dizzying flirts. They also remember everything -- especially what you did when you were blitzed.Â Only drink with a Scorpio who likes you.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov 22 - Dec 21)
Drinking style: In vino veritas -- and, for Sagittarius, in booze blurtiness: When buttered, they'll spill all your secrets and many of their own. Tactlessness aside, Sagittarius is just plain fun to drink with. This is a sign of serious partying (what else would you expect from the sign of Sinatra, Keith Richards, the Bush twins and Anna Nicole Smith?). They're the people who chat up everyone in the room, then persuade the entire crowd to travel somewhere else -- like a nightclub, or a playground, or Cancun. Good-natured hi-jinks are sure to ensue

CAPRICORN (Dec 22 - Jan 19)
Drinking style: Capricorn is usually described as practical, steadfast, money-hungry and status-thirsty -- no wonder they get left off the astrological cocktail-party list. But this is the sign of David Bowie and Annie Lennox, not to mention Elvis. Capricorn is the true rock star: independent, powerful and seriously charismatic, not too eager to please. And if they make money being themselves, who are you to quibble? But just like most rock stars, they're either totally on or totally off, and they generally need a little social lubricant to loosen up and enjoy the after party, especially if they can hook up with a cute groupie.

AQUARIUS (Jan 20 - Feb 18)
Drinking style: Aquarius and drinking don't go together that well (except for water, that is). They have an innate tendency toward know-it-allism, and if they get an idea while sizzled, they're more stubborn than a stain or a stone. If they're throwing a party or organizing an outing, however, they're too preoccupied with their duties to get combative and they make perfectly charming drunks in that case. Fortunately, they're usually capital drink-nursers. They also make the best designated drivers (if you can get them before they start raising their wrist) Aquarius is fascinated by drunk people and capable of holding interesting conversations with soused strangers while sober

PISCES (Feb 19 - Mar 20)
Drinking style: If you're a Pisces, you've probably already heard that you share a sign and an addictive personality -- with Liz Taylor, LizaMinelli and Kurt Cobain. Not only do Pisces like to lose themselves in the dreamy, out-there feeling that only hooch can give, but they build up a mighty tolerance fast. Who needs an expensive date like that? On the other hand, they're fabulously enchanting partners, whether in conversation or in crime. With the right Pisces, you can start out sharing a pitcher of margaritas and wind up in bed together for days. The phrase "addictive personality" can be read two ways you know.

Plasma & Phlebotomy

2009-03-11T19:36:00.005-04:00

A phlebotomist is an individual trained to draw blood, either for laboratory tests or for blood donations. Source: Wikipedia
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So I have been trying to donate plasma as a means to some income – I used to do it in Colorado all the time and so when I found out that they offer compensation for it here, I was in. But there were some complications with my asthma and had to go back a few times. So tomorrow will be the third time. So anyways, there is this creepy security guard who works there. At first, I thought he was nice, and he is, I suppose, but something about him just gives me the hee bee gee bees. He’s a little “too” helpful, and I can tell what he’s thinking just by the way he looks and smiles at me. He hasn’t specifically said or done anything inappropriate, but I have a sort of sense about people. And my alarm is throwing up red flags all over this guy. I just realized that he probably has access to my address and all my information. Geez. That is no bueno.

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Tonight...

So I made it through and donated 825 cc's of plasma today. I was at about 780 when I started feeling nauseous, and then tingly, and then the room started feeling weird, or my body did...they put an ice pack under my neck, put an alcohol swab under my nose, elevated my feet, and gave me some water, stopped the machine, put some more anticoagulant in the transfer, and I was fine within 5 minutes. Not scary, just felt like when they give you the laughing gas in the dentist chair, but not good fuzzy, bad druggie sick fuzzy. But, All is well. $25 for my torment. Friday I'll get $40. Sweet. Money for nothin, and my chicks for free?

I also made $25 rolling dimes, nickels and pennies I've been collecting in a jar. So, I will have made $90 this week for doing almost nothing... And last week, I deposited almost $1000 in checks - one from my previous apartment security deposit and 2 from work I had forgotten to cash in. That reminds me, I should have 1 more from my restaurant. Sweet.

Nashville. Week One.

2009-03-08T21:08:00.003-04:00

Tonight will be the 7th night I've spent in Nashville. It has been exactly one week since I've arrived and I've written 3 articles for the Examiner, been on an art crawl on bicycles (the bicycles were our idea, the art crawl is planned by the city), walked up and down the Cumberland River and all over Broadway and 2nd, checked out the ginormous library, found St. Patricks Church, started teaching myself how to play Ukalele, seen Blitzen Trapper, Melissa Mathes, and 6 other bands (read my articles online for more info on them) and bought a myself my very first pair of privos (got a KILLER deal too. Only paid $27. I rock.). And tomorrow I am going to the Grand Ol Oprey to be in a Dierks Bentley video. He's hot. Maybe he'll ask me out. That would be awesome.

yum.

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2009-02-05T11:15:00.005-05:00

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2008-12-15T13:54:00.002-05:00

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Random Quotes:

Never Settle for the path of least resistance..

If you didn't know how old you were, and someone asked you, what would your answer be?

Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter.

Dive off the high board, ride with the top down, and sing at the top of your lungs...

When you come close to selling out, reconsider..

It's not the end, it's the beginning..

Everything works out in the end, if it hasn't worked out yet, then it's not the end...

FAITH
HUMILITY
WONDER

The thought that there's something bigger, something truer, something totally surprising out there waiting for us is priceless...

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Three words that describe me best:

Sanguine: cheerfully optimistic hopeful or confident.

Exuberant: effusively and almost uninhibitedly enthusiastic; lavishly abundant, abounding in vitality; extremely joyful and vigorous.

Disarming: removing or capable of removing hostility, suspicion, etc., as by being charming

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I have been avoiding exercise lately and today got up and ran 2.23 miles in this gorgeous warmish cloudy fallish Geaorgia winter weather. It felt great! Now I am going to attempt a diet of soup and seaweed and sushi with no beer to try and lose this little pouch I've been growing. They say seaweed really flattens the stomach. I think.
I'm hungry. Home to make Miso Soupy...Miso Soupy, oh miso soupy....

:)

Inspired...

2008-11-25T13:48:00.002-05:00

Flickering Floating Feelings Fleeting
Returning Retracting Reverbing Reacting
Confusing Creating Contortions Misleading
Marinating Meanings Mayhem & Needing
Bodies Entangled Mingled & Mangled
Abusing Misusing Moaning and Sighing
Mouths touching, licking lips, some sliding
Reflecting Replaying Ravaging & Raging
Exploding Excited - Tired of Trying.
The End.

A Poem...

2008-11-25T13:46:00.003-05:00

Irresistable

Smiling eyes
A sexy surprise
Those lashes aplenty
Inviting & frenzied
Sanguine & misleading
And oh so appealing
Lips soft & exciting
Moaning & sighing
Your touch so sublime
It's hard to define
For me do you pine?
When we're apart,
Am I in your heart?
Sometimes it's confusing
I feel like I'm losing
But I'll take what I can
Of your attention/affection so grand
What is it you see...
in me?
(sigh...)

I crack myself up!

2008-11-25T11:05:00.003-05:00

It's a beautiful fall day in little 5 points, the trees were flickering green and gold and russet and crimson leaves floating down in a quickgush of wind now and again. I sit with the sun on my face, soaking up the delicious warm blanket feeling washing over me. I sit at my coffee shop which I have grown to adore in a---Miss Lavender just came outside and hugged me hello. She is probably the sweetest person I know, paired with the most beautiful singing voice I have ever heard...and she also works here, at this coffee shop...for now.
But I digress...
Anyways, the coffee shop right now, is a death metal coffee shop...inside anyways. I am outside trying to listen over the screaming ear assaults to the flickering leaves, and the occassional car that drives by. They are becoming more frequent, so I can tell that little 5 points is awakening and emerging from their domiciles and bungalows and lofts and crawling into the light on their way to the coffee shop....or the record store.....or maybe grab some grub and throw it in, or a few beers...
I am sipping upon a scrumptious concoction I conceived as soon as I walked in...2 shots espresso, pumpkin spice flavoring (sugar free) eggnog & soy milk steamed....
Thank you Mr. Steele!

I sauntered up the street earlier to buy the CD from the movie soundtrack, "Once" a handful of minutes ago...
Now I can hear Ozzy inside...I like Ozzy....
Ok, the Cd just started...Do I turn it inside or leave it play loud?
Now the sun has changed and I am half in the shade. That's no good.
I feel rushed! It's Cold! There are people smoking on the patio now that I am eavesdropping on! This creamy goodness in a cup is divine!
Oh yeah, so I went to Criminal Records to buy the Cd...
and I saw Cisco in there - man he's everywhere! ANYWAYS, I get the counter and I hear the dude say $17.26 ... so I whip our my fat stacks o Benjamins and, ok, small stack of Lincolns and few Washingtons...... :) ... and say $17.26 ? and he says something that could sound like 26 or 27 - I know, they aren't that similar, but trust me. So I say it again blah blah 26...and he syas u can give me 26 but its 27...and I'm like sorry, 6, I don't know why I keep hearing 6.... must have SIX on the brain! and then of course I laugh at my own joke....he does too.....
I crack myself up!

Bored ramblings of an inhoherent afternoon...

2008-10-22T12:58:00.002-04:00

It's one o'clock and I've deflected 2 phone calls and 3 emails already from my client, the pain in the ass, let's call him "PIA" for short. He keeps adding stuff to my list so that it seems as if I will never get finished and I just want to be rid of him once and for ALL! But no worries, I am for sure charging him for EVERYTHING. I almost feel like I should be able to write into the contract a PAIN & SUFFERING fee, because BELIEVE ME, every single time he calls, my insides become all twisted and agitated and my blood starts to turn into a thick bubbling cauldron of seething animosity. It's not a healthy way to start your day, let me tell you...

So I am sitting at my local coffee shop waiting for a program to download so I can begin to finish what I started oh so long ago...

This program download is taking FOR-EV-ER. It's only at 40% and I started like 20 minutes ago...BORRRING...

In the meantime, I daydream about the cute boys and sexy men and the recent encounters that leave me smiling mischievously...

But you don't get any details...sorry ;)

Maybe I should entertain that boy before I go to work today...
Nah....
I'll make him wait a few more days...
It's more fun that way...

Where the hell is Steve Coffey? He can't still be asleep can he? GEEZ! I got a possible gig for him this weekend and he's not answering. Poop. Where's my commission? I want a cigarette. Sort of.Maybe I'll take a myspace survey if I can find a good one. Gosh I'm bored...

How would YOU feel if...

2008-09-23T12:49:00.002-04:00

I don't know what to do...
Over 3 months ago I booked the Rockin Pontoons at the Gram Parsons Guitar Pull & Tribute Festival at the Okeefenokee Fairgrounds in Waycross, GA.

The entire band has known about the gig for months. Known where it is, when it is, all that jazz...
YESTERDAY, I am informed by the guitar player that he didn't realize it was so far and that he doesn't really want to do it...and the drummer who has "plans with his wife" on Sunday.

I AM SORRY, BUT DID U MAKE PLANS WITH YOUR WIFE 4 MONTHS AGO?
I AM SORRY, BUT DID EITHER OF YOU NOT REALIZE WHERE/HOW FAR THIS GIG WAS 4 MONTHS AGO? 4 MONTHS AGO I WOULD HAVE BEEN FINE WITH NOT WANTING TO DO IT, 4 MONTHS AGO I COULD HAVE TOL THE TALENT BUYER THAT NO WE WON'T/CAN'T MAKE IT. BUT 4 DAYS BEFORE THE F'NG CONCERT?!?!??!

A gig, is a gig, is a gig. I realize it is a long ways to drive for a short set, but they are putting us up for the night, and we'll play in front of at least 600 people - which is about 580 more than we've been playing too lately. 600 people will hear and discover the Rockin Pontoons, AND it looks great on your "band resume" to play festivals in general.

I am just so disappointed. Where's the level of commitment? What's better for the band? Well, do you wanna save 100 bucks on gas or do you want to play? Money isn't everything and if you're not willing to commit, then what the heck am I doing? I can't be a part of this anymore if this is howe it's going to be, I don't see why I should...
I quit my 50k/yr job to do THIS and they're gonna bail last minute?

HORSE MANURE.

A survey I just posted on my MySpace that I thought was clever and witty of me so I thought I'd share it with all of you crazy people out there on...

2008-09-17T03:16:00.003-04:00

...that intertube thing that Al Gore invented with all them tubes and wires and things...

Survey SAYS:

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Do you have someone who you can be your complete self around?
Yes. I am completely myself around almost everyone I know or come in contact with. Except for maybe douch-bag customers who say asinine things to me...then I must bite my tongue and either fake-laugh at their stupid joke, or restrain the urge to reach over the bar to choke the shit out of them ala Homer Simpson does to Bart when the boy taunts him...

Whats the most random statement you heard this week?
what's your normal beer?

When you think about your last kiss, what does it remind you of?
sexy soft lips, oh yes,...I remember this feeling, so nice...

Who was the last person to call you?
Kathy Stringer

What's irritating you right now?
that last question I answered...no one called me all night....that call happened at 5pm today..although, now that I think about it, yesterday folks was blowin up my pager ALL DAY!

What is your nickname?
BLUE, BLUE-dawg, Your my girl BLUE, Miss Blue, Sometimes people call me naughty...

Is this year the best year of your life?
Every year gets better and better! Life is an ADVENTURE!

Do you have any strange phobias?
I scream bloody murder when I see a cockroach. Does that count? Especially them BIG OL PALMETTO FLYING ONES.
Seriously, I just looked up this photo from google images and I could barely look at the photo for very long, started giving me the hee-bee-gee-bees really bad.......

Where is your camera?
right on front of me. But I am going to buy another one tomorrow.

Who was the last person you gave up on?
I don't know. What kind of respectable people give up on someone or something?

Do you feel comfortable with answering personal questions?
Depends on the question.

Have you ever passed out?
yes, every night I pass out, but some people call it sleeping.

Would you rather your partner have gorgeous eyes or a gorgeous smile?
eyes. gorgeous brown eyes.

Your ex is driving next to you, what do you do?
slam on the brakes Top Gun style....he'll fly right by....just like the tower....negative ghostrider....pattern is full.

he used to be sooo hott and sexy....I guess I'm not 13 anymore.... I think I just figured out what to be for Halloween this year....

What did you eat today?
2 dozen Beau Soliel raw oysters from Appilaccicola bay, a handful of mussels in garlic butter sauce, 1 parmesean scallop, 1 small ramekin of clam chowder (mmmmmm) about 7 celery sticks, 2 bleu cheese olives and some mashed potatoes and green beans and a like 4 bites of chicken.

Have you ever kissed anyone with a name that starts with A or Z?
yes. I've kissed a boy names Adam...but that was a loooooooong time ago. at least I think I did.....actually, I'm not sure anymore....

When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in their face?
Friday Night. The douche-ROCKET who said my hoop earrings were stirrups for stilettos. Yeah buddy, yer hilarious you dirty ol perverted west texas asshole who thinks they can say anything to you because you're in the service industry and you HAVE to be nice. Try to be a gentlemen and have a little respect for people, FUCKER. (see question number one for earlier reference)

Where's the person you miss most?
probably sleeping.

Tell me a random statement:
"Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends!"

Looking back, did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl?
OMG ARE YOU KIDDING?? YES, YES, AND YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh wait, I just remembered another one, YES!
Want their names?
;)

Do you know anyone who's addicted to any drugs?
Yes matter of fact, I think I do. But nothing serious. Wait, is alcohol a drug? But I think its the alcohol that's addicted to ME!

Do you have a best friend?
Yes, well, I have a best guy friend who I tell most things too, but then I also have certain other people who are girls who I can tell things too as well...so between my girls and my boys, I got great friends who I can always depend on one of them when I need them for a fruitcake casserole of emotional support!

Would you ever French kiss someone of the same sex?
Taffy is Delicious!

Have you ever broken someones heart?
Probably maybe I don't know. I don't think I would want to know.

Could you ever be friends again with someone that broke your heart?
I tried that with the first one and that still hurts a little...
So I never think about it, but hey, thanks for bringing up that emotional dagger through my heart! 'PRECCIATE YA.

Do you chew with your mouth open or closed?
I guess that depends on the allergy season...

Do you normally say "cute" or "hot"?
Depends on which one they are....some boys are cute, other ones are super sexy!

Are your eyes the same color as your mom's or dad's?
well, dads are blue and moms are brown and mine are green/hazely

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
Yes....quite a few people actually...

Do you find guys/girls with facial piercings attractive?
no. i think they're stupid looking and stupid stupid. but hey, its your face, do whatever you want to it.

Does it matter to you if your boyfriend/girlfriend smokes?
yes, I would prefer a non-smoker please, but if you smoke occassionally like when u drink, thats ok. as long as its not like a shit-ton.

What do you think about your number four on your top friends?
i don't remember who my # 4 is.....
is that bad? I have to go look and cheat...hold on....( now whistle to yourself the Girl from Impanema)

or watch this:

oh, I'm back...so on my actual myspace survey, I forgot to come back and answer who that was so I posted another bulletin that said this:
I just realized in the stupid survey I just took that on the question about my top 4 person, I got so distracted by trying to find the perfect "Girl from Impanema" youtube clip that I totally forgot to come back and look and see who my top 4 person is and it's J*O*D*I* and I was supposed to say what I think about my person on my top 4 so here goes...

she's kewl. i like her. she talks alot, but its cool. so do I. we sneak onto private rooftop parties together and then try on funny hats and take pictures and dance on balconies to bob marley while watchin the po-po set up a road block in front of the house and handcuff and take a drunk girl to jail...poor girl.....so yeah, always an adventure!

What do you think your number 1 is doing right now?
probably stumbling home from moes n joes...drunk off of 3.25 pitchers of PBR

How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?
4-my dad, my brothers, and my friend steve.

How many times did you tell your mother you loved her today?
none today, but I told her yesterday. does that count?

Do you think age matters in relationships?
not especially. but there are extremes that I don't understand or necessarily agree with...

Can you recall the last time you sincerely liked someone a lot?
yeah.

Will you be in a relationship in 4 months?
i don't know. who ever knows those kinds of things....i doubt it, but maybe, I don't know!

Look behind you what do you see?
my VIP badge for ATLANTIS MUSIC CONFERENCE. So exciting! Starts Thursday.

If you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?
Um, record labels would be begging me to sign my artist with them!

What was the first thing you did this morning?
drank a big cup of cold water

What were you wearing during your last kiss?
i can't tell you. its classified information. I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

Do you fall for people easily?
no not easily.

Do you live with both your parents?
no i live all by myself! its GRRRREAT!

Do you laugh at all the wrong times?
um, no.

Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?
never. you should grow old gracefully. These women look ridiculous.

How easy would it be to get over the person you currently like?
not easy, but not super difficult either. I pretty much keep a wall up these days. but I would be upset a little. I hope I see him this weekend....

Real Life Bad Dreams, and Imaginary ones too!

2008-09-08T11:56:00.003-04:00

I woke up this morning at 7 am because I had court today for an illegal left turn that I made unbeknownst to me because I was following someone else who also made this same turn. In the fine city of Atlanta, this ticket is $216!!! So F that I say, and I will go to court and attempt to avoid this ridiculously high fine for such a small infraction....
However, I did not have court scheduled for today... when I glanced at the ticket again to look at the address to make sure I was going to the correct spot, I noticed it said September 4th, 2008 at 8am not Sept 8th at 8am - An honest mistake to be sure! So I call the number on the back of the ticket and actually get a court clerk on the phone who was almost pleasant (to be sure an anomaly for city employees!) - who then informs me that it is now an EXTRA HUNDRED DOLLARS because of my little mishap! WTF?!?!?!
Are you kidding me?
On a good note, she says that I may come into the walk up court at noon or 3 today to try and get it taken care of...wish me luck!
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So after this news, it's a little difficult to go right back to sleep...so I stayed up and worked a little on these graphics I'm doing for a pain-in-the-ass client...then eventually, grew sleepy and went back to sleep from about 9-11...in this short time, I had 2, that I can recount, "nightmares".
The first one had to do with the ticket - when I got to court, they made me pay and unrecoupable $100 just to walk in the court room! I hope that isn't accurate!
The second one was much more disturbing...I had to roll over and actually say to myself out loud that it wasn't true before I really believed it!
So I've been sort of seeing this very sexy man lately. And it hasn't been that long of a time and nothing has been established at all, and this is fine with me. However, in my dream, I show up at his house (unannounced-and I would never actually do this) with two others that he and I both know...and he is in bed with another woman (I even got her name in the dream! It started with the same letter as mine) and he sees us in his house and he casually introduces her (from bed) to all of us, and even states how great she is at sex. My mouth falls to the floor, I spin around and high-tail it out of there, slamming the door behind me (of course). This is pretty much the end of the dream, the rest is just me going over with disbelief in my mind how only 1 nights previous I had been in that bed (not having sex) but still, there!
Do you think this mean anything at all????
Probably not, but it is still disturbing....

Ponderings...Music....Butch.

2008-07-29T02:05:00.002-04:00

It's 2:05 a.m.
It's dark and shadowy in Steve Coffey's living room...
The t.v flickers in the background as music is being idley strummed on a nearby couch..sometimes it speaks, but mostly it just sits there.. sipping cold beer out of a can diligently....
It just told a story about how right after his brother in law returned from his honeymoon, he went to the doctor and was having "issues"...
The doctor asks if he has changed his diet in the last month or so...
He says no.
SHE says, are you kidding? what are you talking about, you' ve been eating steak 2 times a day for the last 10 days..
He replies, but it was my honeymoon!

Pretty funny, I thought...

Then it asks if it should change its accent to adapt to country better....

NO.

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I just took a music survey on myspace and thought I would share it with you...
It made me remember some events and songs and things I haven't thought about in a while and it was great thinking about my answers and then, reliving it...
feel free to copy / paste and add a comment so i can read your answers...
Here it is:

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What was the last concert you attended?
Butch Walker Friday nite and Snoop Dogg/311 Sat nite.
Butch was better. I love him...
ROCK GOD

What bands have you seen in concert the most, and how many times?
Butch Walker...I can't count how many times...
Oh wait, seen the Rockin Pontoons the MOST MOST...but that's because I manage them...

Do you have any setlists? From what bands?
no that's silly...

Are there any CDs in close proximity to you? Which ones?
Rockin Pontoons

What band are you in the mood to see live right this second?
Butch Walker, anytime, every day. love love love his music!

Have you ever been on a tour bus?
not yet dammit....not yet....

Have you ever partied with a band?
yes. usually.

How many states/provinces have you been to concerts in?
from what I can remember: all over Georgia, Las Vegas, Colorado, Cheyenne, WY (WILLIE NELSON!)

What bands did you see live the month of May?
probably 6-20 ?

What CD are you addicted to at the moment?
311 Music

Who is one band that you used to like, but now you can’t stand?
NKOTB

Have you ever been on anyone’s guest list? Whose?
yes. everyone.

Last band person that you got a picture with?
I think I might have recently been photographed with Butch, but who can be sure....Steve Coffey - he's gonna be famous....

Do you consider yourself a groupie?
no. a music lover.

How old were you when you went to your first concert?
13 yrs old. Atlanta, Ga - Lakewood Amphitheatre, 1988 - The Cult opened up for Metallica - ..And Justice For All Tour...it was AMAZING...I got right up front in front of Jason Newstead and it was MAGIC. I was so close to the guitar and I swear he saw me for a second....a ROCK GOD he was to me...

Who was it?
I believe I just answered that....

Which artists haven’t you seen yet that you want to see?
The Ramones WOULD be cool. I'd love to see GUNS N ROSES circa 1988 - THAT WOULD BE FUGHIN AWESOME.

Are you wearing a band shirt right now?
sort of not really - its a music magazine - stomp n stammer - so its music related.....so i think it totally counts. or if its about alcohol....that should count too since bands drink so much...

Ha!)!

What band do you own the most merch of?
the Rockin Pontoons.

Do you ever do anything crazy at shows?
define crazy?
is crowd surfing crazy??
getting on stage with the band?
getting backstage to the same show twice in one night and meeting Sigourney Weaver and Wynonna Ryder back there?

What are your favorite venues to go to shows?
The Tabernacle
Smiths Olde Bar
vinyl / center stage / loft
Star Bar

What band do you have the most performance pictures of?
Steve Coffey & Butch Walker

Would you ever get a tattoo representing a band?
fuck no.

How many concerts do you average a year?
48-167

Upcoming shows?
not sure yet, we'll see what comes up!

Ramble on...

2008-05-22T13:09:00.002-04:00

I am siting here at at the Lords of Java, sipping my tasty dark concoction,
enjoying the wafts of gyros & falafels from Ali Baba's which shares the patio on which I sit.
The woman I try so hard not to eavesdrop on happens to share my patio today. I like to call her "the talk artist" Today she is making something out of clay. Oh no, the silence has been broken by a curious 3rd party..his name is Chance...that's actually pretty hilarious... The reason I try so hard not to listen is because she loves to talk and once someone gets her started, well, let's just say, that person takes a chance.....get it?
Now Paul Revere has joined the small patio gathering and is offering his strange but entertaining opinion..I think he just loves to be involved somehow...
I just found out the guy we call Paul Revere is actually named Randy.

My phone vibrates in my pocket...Coffey just woke up.
He'll be here soon.

They've all dispersed and now it's back to the strange music drifting in from Ali Baba's and the comfortable silence between strangers..

Back to my warm dark creamy awakening nectar...

This place is interesting. The people are fascinating. I just love to sit back and listen..and watch.
Paul Revere just went behind the counter. I don't think he works here. All these people are just part of the parade of weirdos who frequent this strange little corner of my universe.

- - - - - - - -

So I have been diligently researching the top 20 country radio stations in the nation and who their Program Director's are, not just who they are, but anything I can find out about them so I can take notes and possibly from some sort of general idea of who they are and what I can write/say to them to get their attention. I've found that allbusiness.com is a great resource for interviews and information. I've been working with an artist named Steve Coffey who is an extremely talented and amazing songwriter. We've been working with Chris Griffin, of Griffin Mastering (he also works with Drivin' Cryin' on all their recording, mixing, mastering and sound) on a song that I am dedicated & determined to get radio play and turn it into the next big hit. Like I said, I've been doing alot of research and they are all saying the same thing:
This is not the time to play it safe!
Take chances!
Believe when no one else believes!
Big Bold Steps!

So, last week I sent out the song to A&R at Sugarhill Records, VP of promotion at Lyric Street Records, President at Big Machine Records, President at Plateau Music, and Program Directors at Kicks 101 Atlanta, 94.9 the Bull Atlanta, and WKDF 103 Nashville.
This week I sent out the song to the PD at Cumulus Radio, 99.5 the Wolf, the President at Columbia Nashville, Capitol Nashville, Mercury Nashville, and today I sent it out to PD's at WUSN Chicago, KEEY Minneapolis, and WXTU Philadelphia.

I've received responses from:
Sugarhill, Lyric, and Capitol so far...

Just the fact that I have received responses is amazing. I EXPECT great things. And I expect this song to get played on the radio and I expect it to top the charts!

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The talk artist is annoying the shit out of me. I wish Paul revere would go back inside and stop encouraging her talking....

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I will try and ignore..
Time do a little work now..

Our Judicial "System"

2007-10-05T11:31:00.000-04:00

Yesterday morning I woke up at 7:55 and my court date was at 8:30 in SCARY-etta, got dressed and ready in 10 minutes, (took a mexican shower - you know, deoderant and a plethora of girly smell aka perfume, body spray, etc... or febreeze or hairspray, anything that will kill the smell of smoke that gets trapped in my 8 lb. nest of brunette locks [hair] after a night of drinking and debauchery..) about 2 minutes after I left, I realized I left my ticket at home, however, since I was already running a bit late and due to traffic headed back to the house, I decided I didn't REALLY need it anyways) got to the square with about 10 minutes to park and get to court, proceeded to go the WRONG way down a one-way street to get to some free parking I spotted - (keep in mind, I haven't really woken up yet or had coffee) walked expediently to the state court house, ONLY find out that I am actually in the WRONG court house - I need to be in the Marietta Municipal Court one 3 block away - so there I am running in the rain in my heels and a skirt, like I'm on a morning jog, still half asleep and still a little bit drunk - ONLY to get to the right court house, and as I'm going thru security, the nice old security guard tells me I can't bring my cell phone in, even if it's off, I have to put it back in my car, which is now about 5 -6 blocks away and it is 8:45....
SO...
I take my heels off and RUN, Zola Budd style back to my car, in the rain, and proceed to drive it back to the right court house...go back thru security....into the court room....and WAIT......for 4 FREAKING hours until I get my shit taken care of....

WHY do they make you suffer so? Is it just so you'll pay the stupid ticket instead of coming to court?

While I was in there, some guy got in trouble for sleeping while waiting and then the same guy got a ticket for having his cell phone on and in the court room - HOW did he get his cell phone in I wonder? They also took it away from him and told him it was being held for "evidence"

HA!

At least I'm not that guy!

LAST NIGHT...

2007-08-09T10:14:00.000-04:00

I...

was a ghost

met my twin

sang with a band

did a cartwheel

swam upstream

freed my soul...

Rockin Pontoons

2007-07-18T09:33:00.000-04:00

PADDLIN UP THE CHARTS.......HERE'S THE

ROCKIN PONTOONS!

Let me know what you think of this website, rate the music videos, I WANT FEEDBACK!!!

Thanks!

eBLUE

If you like penis alotta.....

2007-06-27T08:57:00.001-04:00

A couple nights ago, my friend French and I came up with some alternate words to the Pina Colada song, otherwise known as Escape by Rupert Holmes
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escape_(song)

Here is our version...

If you like penis alotta
Gettin drunk and he came
Wakin up random places
With no panties or shame

If you like makin love at midnight
Sing a tune and fornicate
If he's older than Yoda
Come with me and let's gyrate

Isn't it GREAT?!

Double Agent

2007-06-26T08:15:00.000-04:00

I live two separate, yet completely fulfilling lives.
Graphic Designer by day...Rock Star Schtick-talker by night.
It's funny cuz it's true!

I can honestly tell you, that I am not quite sure how I do it.
If I told you, how little sleep I, lately, require to function, I'm not sure you would believe me. SOmething happens to me at around 9:00 PM...my eyes pop open and I'm awake, trult awake for the first time all day.

SURE, my eyes open at about 6:00 AM...
SURE, I seem to manage to be able to drive to work, be productive all day, do some schtick around the office and drive home each and every Monday thru Friday...
Then I come home and start working on ME and MY STUFF for approx 2-3 hrs, take a little nappie-poo, then magically, fantastically, surrealy, absolutely, delicious watery cheap beer begins working it's power on me, propelling my eyes to open, my mind starts receiving even more fantastic thoughts; all entirely plausible and amazing.

THANK GOD FOR BEER!
Amen.

My Life

2007-06-18T10:02:00.000-04:00

Any questions?

SOG: Casablanca

2007-06-01T08:03:00.000-04:00

SCREEN ON THE GREEN

Last night was the first movie for this year's annual Screen on the Green at Piedmont Park here in Atlanta. The movie was Casablanca, and believe it or not, I had never seen that movie until last night! FINALLY, all those famous one-liners I have heard all my life have meaning - I mean, I understand what the hell they are referring to anyways...and I can tell you, I don't really think it was worth the wait..
Ahh, such is life..

I just typed "suck" is life - but changed it back - do u think this is some sort of Freudian slip, or just a typo?

Hmm....

Anyways, Y-O-U played before the movie played and they are always very enjoyable. That Nick has a beautiful voice.
Here is a photo of them with Baton Bob in the foreground!

And here is a photo of Just Baton Bob - aren't his legs fantastic?!

This weekend is Virginia-Highland's Summerfest!
This is the neighborhood where I live, so basically after I get home today from work, I won't have to drive until Monday morning! YAY!
Tonight is the Community & Volunteers Dinner dinner and a movie in John Howell park - only open to residents of Virginia-Highlands area and the food is going to be from Atkins Park, Atlanta's oldest continuously licensed tavern - YUM!

Saturday the music line-up is great! Peter Searcy, Tim Brantley, and Drivin-n-Cryin!
You can't beat that with a stick!

THANK YOU GOODNIGHT!

My South Park Character

2007-05-23T15:01:00.001-04:00

Create your very own South Park type character! Just click the pic to take you to the website - it's fun! Try it!

Roger Waters

2007-05-23T12:35:00.000-04:00

Hello all!
I went to a fantastical concert last night - probably the best I've ever seen....
{{AMENDED}}
{{While Pink Floyd is an excellent show, I truly believe that the best show anyone could ever go and see is The Flaming Lips. Hands down, BEST SHOW EVER.}}
Originally that honor was held by Pink Floyd: David Gilmore at Bobby Dodd Stadium (Ga Tech) in Atlanta way back in 94...

We started at Headlines, the bar in a great location at Phillips arena - if you ever want to go to a show and you don't wish to spend too much money - buy the nose-bleeds and then just go hang out at this bar - the location is PRIME. The bar is right there, its less crowded than standing in line outside of the arena - plus you can still hear and see the music while waiting for your delicious cold beverage, the bathrooms have NO line, and you can meet lots of fun and interesting people, like the cute 23 yr old future lawyer named Lance.. The only complaint I might have about it is that the sound from that spot is less than perfect...
So the first half of the show was spent there...

He opened with..

"So ya, thought ya, might like to.....go to the show....
To feel the warm thrill of confusion......That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
Pink isn't well
He stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot!"

Then we headed down to Section 109, row KK.....

AND Our seats were phenomenal!
I took a trip to the ladies room, where I saw a cute boy named Blake peeking his head into a suite and I said, hey what's in there? He said C'mon! So I went...
And we found our way into a SWEET Suite for a few songs...
Then I went back to my seats and lost my friends, but made a new friend named "Art"
He said:
"I'm Art"
and I said:
"Oh! I do art!
Not you.....for my job!"

He loved it.
:)

Then I took leave of Art and found my way to about the 20th row (as you can see from the pics) for the last 2 songs...
Comfortably Numb being the very last...
And it was all worth it....
Every second.
Mesmerizing...

The guitarist in the red photo is/was HOTT, he played at least 10 different beautiful Stratocaster guitars thoroughout the show and damn if I didn't wish I was one of them every time!

I could have, however, done without the Bush-bashing politicalness he threw in there...
It's not that I am FOR or AGAINST anything, it's just that I could care less and why ruin everyone's good time with some political propaganda?

I'm just hear for the music man....

The make-out bandit

2007-05-22T07:13:00.001-04:00

Lately, I've felt as if a light has been turned on inside me...

I can't really explain it any other way, like I am "in bloom" or "on fire" as my friend & I like to call it...
I have almost unlimited amounts of energy and I seem to be more boy crazy than ever before! Isn't life grand?

Memphis Mayhem!

2007-05-21T07:54:00.000-04:00

772 miles & 2 1/2 tanks of $3 gas...

This weekend my friend and I traveled to Memphis for the Blues-n-BBQ festival - a month long celebration called "Memphis in May" and I'm not sure if more fun could be had by 2 saucy ladies!

We met Elvis PRIESTly, (yes a priest dressed as Elvis who also performs Elvis tunes in his ceremonies) , didn't pay for anything all weekend, (save for the hotel, one cup of Championship Gumbo from King's Palace on Beale St, 3 beers, & the $7 entrance fee to the BBQ festival), met the #1 BBQ team from 2001 "Pork Fiction" and partied with them all day Saturday, where they continues to feed us all the beer and ribs we wanted, saw Hank this dude we met at the Braves game home opener, met Preston Shannon, the "King of Beale St" and on the way back, stopped to get a photo and ended up getting a personal tour of Talladega race track by a nice security guard named Tracy...

I love my life!

If you want to see all photos, go to:

http://www.myspace.com/ebluegirly

It's set to private so if you aren't my friend, then sorry....

~~~~~~~Pics!!! ~~~~~~~~

Is this Lil Jon?!

SHAKE-N-BAKE!!!

I KNEW he was Alive!
If only the numbnutz who took this pic would have gotten the whole thing then you would see my fingers on the fret like I was playing....Damn idiots and cameras......

Yeah, that's the Bomb Squad.....Cuz we DA BOMB FO SHIZZLE!!!

Imagine my friend YELLING at the top of her lungs through a festival of drunks "TAKE IT FROM BEHIND EMILY!!!" (she meant the photo...)

LOVE IT, LEAVE IT, LELAX IT...

Let's hear it for the boys!

2007-04-27T19:42:00.000-04:00

In the course of the last 2 days, I have been told how one drummer boy would like to ravage me and oh the things he would do to me......I have also heard someone else indicate to me about the things he could do to me, and something along the lines of "lets go get naked"; I kissed 2 boys in 2 days at 2 different bars - WHICH by the way, I NEVER do, not a big fan of PDA, never have been and never will be, however.....sometimes it just goes down and u have to roll with it. Yesterday's boy was a very sexy, cute 22 yr old Frenchie. I don't know what has been going on lately, but I must be putting off some serious sexual energy b/c it's all I can do to not elude to sexual things and say flirty, innuendos to everyone around me. That's what she said, is CONSTANTLY on the tip of my tongue. Tonight I will be headed out to a gay bar and then a rock club where some friends of mine happen to be playing at a battle of the bands and if lucky, maybe some of my energy will find its way into a certain bartender's personal space....
Am I boy crazy or just crazy?

My Master"PIECE"

2007-04-24T23:05:00.000-04:00

Hey peeps! Check out my latest feat of clay! I am exhibiting it at Abernathy Arts Center and the opening reception is on May 4th. What do you think of my piece?

Priceless

2007-04-07T17:31:00.001-04:00

Braves tickets: $25
Cab to game: $5
Alcohol: $3000

Kicked out of the 755 club,
Got in a fight,
Ended up in a suite,
Met Troy Aikman,
Accidentally ended up in restricted area below stadium,
Rode the elevator with John Schuerholz,
Closed down the Braves Game

PRICELESS.

I am NOT a racist!

2007-03-21T08:23:00.000-04:00

I forwarded an email and I received more than one response back about how I am a racist or something. WTF?
SO STUPID. I don't know why everyone gets so upset over obvious reverse racism. It was an email saying basically how come there is a black history month, but if we had white history month then we would all be called a bunch of racists. I mean, it's TRUE, right? And how come there are black colleges but not white colleges. I mean, I don't WANT that, but its just an observance that happens to be true!

OMG, what is wrong with everyone? Another friend of mine wrote me back too saying she was surprised I sent it out. Truth hurts I guess. I don't see it as "Aryan propaganda" it doesn't say anything about "white supremacy" and it doesn't promote any sort of harmful action towards anyone, it is merely a forward I received that I decided to forward along to a few others. That's it. Everyone needs to get off their high horse and get over it.
GEEZ!

Here is the email posted below, you tell me what you think...

Proud To Be White
Someone finally said it.
How many are actually paying attention to this?
There are African Americans, Mexican Americans,
Asian Americans, Arab Americans, Native Americans, etc.
And then there are just Americans.
You pass me on the street and sneer in my direction.
You Call me "White boy," "Cracker," "Honkey,"
"Whitey," "Caveman" ... and that's OK.
But when I call you, Nigger, Kike, Towel head, Sand-nigger,
camel Jockey, Beaner, Gook, or Chink ... you call me a racist.
You say that whites commit a lot of violence against you,
so why are the ghettos the most dangerous places to live?
You have the United Negro College Fund. You have Martin Luther King
Day. You have Black History Month. You have Cesar Chavez Day. You have Yom Hashoah You have Ma'uled Al-Nabi You have the NAACP.
You have BET.
If we had WET (White Entertainment Television) ... we'd be racists.
If we had a White Pride Day .. you would call us racists.
If we had White History Month .. we'd be racists.
If we had any organization for only whites to "advance" OUR lives ...
we'd be racists.
We have a Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, a Black Chamber of
Commerce, and then we just have the plain Chamber of Commerce.
Wonder who pays for that?
If we had a college fund that only gave white students scholarships
... you know we'd be racists. There are over 60 openly proclaimed
Black Colleges in the US , yet if there were "White colleges" ..
THAT would be a racist college.
In the Million Man March, you believed that you were marching
for your race and rights. If we marched for our race and rights,
you would call us racists.
You are proud to be black, brown, yellow and orange, and you're
not afraid to announce it. But when we announce our white pride .
you call us racists.
You rob us, carjack us, and shoot at us. But, when a white police officer
shoots a black gang member or beats up a black drug-dealer running
from the law and posing a threat to society ... you call him a racist.
I am proud.
But, you call me a racist.
Why is it that only whites can be racists?
There is nothing improper about this e-mail.
Let's see which of you are proud enough to send it on

The longest secret...

2007-03-11T21:31:00.000-04:00

So get this. I just found out that 2 of my co-workers, whom I consider to be the people I am closest too in our office, that these 2 people have been dating for A YEAR and EVERYONE knew about it EXCEPT for me. EVERYONE was keeping it a secret from me to spare my feelings, b/c at one point many many moons ago I had a small office crush on the dude. This crush dissapated over a year ago when I realized that although this person is a great guy and a good friend, that him and I wouldn't be a good match romantically due to his OCD-ness. It would drive me crazy and would never work. Now, the chic involved is someone I had previously confided in about my supposed "secret" feelings for dude buddy. So while I appreciate their obvious concern for my feelings, A FUCKING YEAR!??? I mean shit, am I a fragile little glass bunny rabbit? I can't handle it or soemthing, I'm gonna blow up and flip out and go on a killing rampage? But what really chafes me is that EVERYONE knew except me. I feel deceived, duped, lied to, and stupid. I am just counting the days until someone says something to me along the lines of "I can't believe u didn't know...", Translation: "gosh, you must really be a dumbass!"

I just don't know what to think. It bothers me that they didn't come to me sooner, that's it really. How would you feel if everyone in your office (and we have about 17 people) knew something and was keeping it from you b/c they didn't think u could "handle it"?

Does anyone of the 3 people who read this have any advice or insight to this sort of situation? I would appreciate a multitude of perspectives as I am mentally wrestling with this amoung other issues going on around me right now...

A long and twisty journey it has been...

2007-03-08T09:49:00.000-05:00

So, I recieved a missed call and a voicemail last night from RAS.
However, the VM said basically nothing. Here is the gist of it:
"Hey - saw your pictures, your trip looked awesome, I'm jealous, anyways, so I don't know call me back or I'll call u back, whatever, whenever, see ya later bye."
The pictures he saw is in reference to the mass email I sent out of my Ofoto album of my recent trip to Aspen to go snowboarding.

WTF?
YOU CAN'T CALL ME FOR NO REASON RIGHT NOW BUDDY!
Seriously, It's not that difficult. I told you something, now you are supposed to get back to me and tell me something. Simple, right? You would think...

No actual request for me to telephone him back, no specific want or need to see me or speak to me, no even the subtlest hint about the fact that it has been 5 weeks since we last spoke or saw one another, and the last time was pretty significant, due to the bearing of my heart and soul and all. No mention if he has any thoughts or feelings about any of this.

What am I supposed to do with that? Do I call and tell him this? Do I compose an email and risk the possibillity of Beth going through his email and reading and deleting? Do I just sit back and do nothing? What do I do? Help me!

Please scroll down and refer to Feb 2nd blog titled "Big Week" for precursor to this event...

ASPEN Photos

2007-03-01T09:55:00.000-05:00

CLICK HERE to view my photos from my recent ski/snowboard trip to Aspen, Colorado!

Its gone... Its so far

2007-02-28T01:08:00.000-05:00

Its gone... Its so far away again.. It was here so close and now its gone again.. I am having Aspen withdrawl...

Reposted from my Nov 21st blog...

2007-02-02T07:40:00.000-05:00

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 29, 2006
CHANGE

I've been thinking about something lately.

Imagine this:

You're on an airplane, sleeping with your head against the window, your heart set on being home this time three hours from now. All of a sudden, something goes very wrong. The plane stops moving across the air and instead starts falling through it. The lights are flickering and the movie is skipping. The plane dips hundreds of feet in seconds, and the yellow cups fall from the ceiling. They're a brighter shade of yellow than you remember, because unlike the demonstration, these cups have never been handled before. "Flight attendants take your seats now", you hear, the pilot's voice trembling over a cacophony of alert tones. You get that smell in the bridge of your nose like you've just been hit with a football. That's what the fear smells like. The plane is going down.

Four more drastic drops in under a minute. People are crying. For all the folklore about how your life flashes before your eyes, you're remarkably fixed on one vision - your parents. They're sleeping at this very moment, in a bedroom so quiet they can hear the clock in the kitchen. And you can see them, clear as can be. You wish you could see a playground or a first kiss, but all you can see is your parents sleeping. Huh. Well, that's that.

Several long minutes go by. Then, all at once, the lights come back on and the plane somehow rights itself. Some people cheer, but most people cry harder. The plane lands about an hour later, and as soon as you feel that touch down - hell, even when you were within 50 feet of the ground and could still technically survive a fall - you realize that however you brokered the deal between you and God worked; you've just been granted life in overtime.

Here's the question: what do you change? Whom do you call that you haven't spoken to in years? Whom do you realize has been toxic to your heart and drop with surprising ease? What trips do you cancel, and what trips do you book? What can't you be bothered with anymore? What's the new you like?

Think about that, and then ask one more question. Why not just change it all right now?

(Working on it...)

POSTED BY JOHN MAYER AT 04:48 AM FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

Big Week...

2007-02-02T07:27:00.000-05:00

This has been a big week for me. On Monday, I told that man that I love, that I love him, always have and always will. Today (Friday) I have a meeting which I will ask for a "market level adjustment" in my salary.

The thing I did on Monday wasn't planned for Monday, but it was planned, and had been for awhile, just not for on my lunch break. I was actually hoping to do it in the evening hours after a couple of cocktails had been consumed (liquid courage u know). However, as we all know, it doesn't matter how much you plan for something, it's typically not going to go exactly as you expected. Anyways, it went well and I will skip all the details because I don't feel like sharing them with everyone. I would like to keep this part of my life private -so don't ask me about it in person if you see me - I am in a good place right now and it will be awhile before I hear back from him I am sure of that, and that is just fine with me. I just needed to get it off my chest and put it out there. Stir the coals a bit is all. I am not ready to change my lifestyle just yet...in time I will be, but I am good right here, right now. I just wanted him to know how I felt because life is short and you never know how long any of us have here. SO we are good and I feel as if a weight has been lifted.

On to the next big thing...
I am pretty nervous about this. I have never done this sort of thing before. (well, I hadn't ever done the first thing either, but that was cake compared to the anxiety I am having on this one!) So if you are reading this, send me up a little prayer or wish of good luck today. I need all the confidence I can muster and I hope I will choose the right words. That is all for now, I need to read over all my papers I have prepared just one more time.

Blue out~!

Ice Storm...2007...NOT!

2007-02-01T13:37:00.000-05:00

Last night I went over to my friend's house who has twin 5 month olds to play with them (they are the CUTEST babies ever - except for me when I was little....of course!) and to watch the train wreck that is American Idol auditions...
Then I stayed up too late last night doing the ice and snow dance hoping and praying for enough inclement weather to induce a later "in" time to work, to no such success as it were. DAMN U GEORGIA WEATHER! (shaking my fist in the air at the gods of snow and ice) Why is it that it's never cold enough when it precipitates, and when it IS cold enough. It’s dry as a bone! WTF!?

Shadrach

2007-01-29T10:06:00.000-05:00

Cool animation my friend Joe showed me.

My weekend...

2007-01-15T10:19:00.000-05:00

Was so tired Friday I came straight home and napped…but then I woke up around 7 with newfound energy and decided to go out! So I met up with some friends at Eclipse de Sol for a few drinks, then to Pura Vida (a tapas & salsa - as in dancing - bar/restaurant) for their delicious Mojito's! (they also have delicious Sangria and margarita's as well!)
closed Limerick (again) – got up Saturday around 8:30 (I can’t sleep in to save my life – no matter how much I want to!) – dropped off a bunch of clothes & shoes that have been on my car for a week at the Samaritan House (cleaned my room and closet out finally!) Then I went to the grocery store, home and then kickboxing at 11 – after kickboxing, I drove to Decatur, it was a beautiful day so I had all my windows down and was rockin out in my car to Disturbed's version of Land of Confusion - Got my legs and bikini area waxed - not for any particular reason, but just for me - and let me tell you - IT HURT! I was home by 2 and watched tv for awhile drifting in and out of consciousness– I actually passed out on my couch around 8:30! But I woke up at 1:45 am and decided to turn on the boob tube (and I am glad I did) because It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia was on! I love this show! So I watched about 3 episodes and finally went back to sleep around 3. Got up early Sunday – went to church then rode my bike to Stn Mtn and threw Frisbee in the front lawn (24 miles RT from the farmers market!) went to Fellini’s (some of the best pizza in Atlanta if you ask me) for dinner (YUMO!) - I particularly am in love with their heaping bowl of salad with creamy italian dressing. But get this...I ran into someone I haven’t seen in 16 yrs (RANDOM! Small world!) From St. Pius! 9th grade! He informed me that one of my close friends (from back in the day) was currently in jail for double homocide! WTF?!!?!!?! ARE U KIDDING ME?
Wow.
Shocker.

Turns out he was living in Laramie, Wyoming, just an hour from Fort Collins where I lived - small world huh? It get smaller...

Went home, finally put Christmas away (except for the pretty lights adorning our fabulous front porch - I think it looks like a ballroom from street level) - sat down with a nice bottle of Penfold's Shiraz/Cab blend that was recommended to me by a very nice and well educated employee at The Cook's Warehouse in Decatur - and what a delicious treat that was! I only had a glass and a half - so more is waiting for me when I get home tonight! YAY!

Tomorrow night is pottery class and then to the Red Light Cafe to see The Lazy Sundays, my friend Micheal Warner's band - if you are in the area, you should DEFINITELY go check them out.

Word to your mother.

Peace out~

Mmmmmm Nachos.......

2006-12-30T18:15:00.000-05:00

I wanted to blog about this fabulous "healthy" nachos I just enjoyed for dinner...
But I'm going to do it in the style as if I was hosting my own cooking show...so bear with me.

First, I started with soy & flaxseed tortilla chips from Trader Joe's and laid them all out on a plate. (only 13 carbs & 6 g protein per 7 chips and lots of fiber) Then I melted some hot EL Bandirita queso in a ramekin (from Kroger) in the microwave. On the chips I sprinkled a combo of organic black beans, left over grilled chicken in small chunks, and some organic flaxseed tempeh I had stir fryed up in some EVOO & crushed red pepper and cajun spice from a couple nights ago. Before I melted the cheese, I opened an avocado and smashed it up real good, added some green tomatilla salsa verde. a couple drops of lime juice from one of those fake limes (one should always have a fake lime on hand - for drinks and what not) and a dash of salt with a pinch of cajun seasoning (also should always have this on hand as well, comes in very handy) Then I put a dollop of light sour cream and a healthy dollop of the homemade guac (much more than the friggin mexican restaurants ever give you, but they sure will charge you for the price of 2 whole avovcados for the 2 oz portion they serve ya! Cheap bastards!) ..and I sat down and enojyed my delicious food knowing that everything I was putting into my body was from somewhere good and healthy. (except for maybe the queso...but hey! Everything else was good so back off!)

This is Betty Blue signing off...stay classy Atlanta...
:)

I then drizzled that hot queso all over those chips and toppings and heaped a spoonful of light sour cream and homemade guac in the middle.

Window Busted!

2006-12-12T14:58:00.000-05:00

My roomate's car got broken into last night! Her back window is totally busted out - and we park in a back parking lot too! There were 2 other cars on our street with busted out windows, but there were 3 other cars back in our lot that weren't even touched! But I think they were looking for a laptop cuz there was her bag dumped out on the ground that looked like a laptop bag - but it just had bunch of her teaching papers in there - plus one of the other cars DID get a laptop stolen out of it - totally sucks b/c her deductible is $250 and she NEVER has any extra $$ - I feel so bad for her! She woke me up crying this morning! SUX! What the hell is wrong with humanity that makes people think this is ok to do?

F'in crackheads....

BULLSHIT...(revised)

2006-12-04T17:40:00.000-05:00

I know I can be a little bit of a hypochondriac sometimes. But I also know that in time, I will get over something, but not if you don't let me. This (blog) is just where I bitch and moan about stupid shit in my life. If I wanted to say it to you directly, I would have, but I didn't b/c I knew and I know that sometimes in a rage my feelings were hurt and I lash out. Don't we all? That is why silence is the best option until I can rationally gather my thoughts and sort out my feelings, and THEN I can approach you and deal with whatever situation accordingly...rationally...and without overreacting. But this blog, THIS is where I sometimes just need to vent. It doesn't mean I feel like this all the time or even the next day my feelings could have changed towards whatever I happened to be dealing with that day/week. whatever. But don't call me bitter b/c I happened to lash out to the world...to people who don't even know me, or you, or anyone I am referencing, it is always anonomous unless you happen to be the person it is about....I am just expressing myself.

I have always made it a rule of mine to never write something here that I would not say to the person's face who it is about. Or if they happen to read it one day, I wouldn't be ashamed of what I had written... I think I broke that rule with my last posting (which is now deleted). But at the time, when I wrote it, I didn't care and I wanted to hurt the person/people who had hurt me, even if what they did wasn't intentionally hurting me. Don't we all do this? Don't we all want to just get back at the ones who hurt us? Don't we always hurt the ones we love the most? Well, I hope that she can forgive me, she knows who she is. But I want her to know that I still need time until I can gain a better perspective on things, maybe then we can move on...

John Mayer

2006-11-21T13:37:00.000-05:00

Ebb & Flow

2006-11-21T07:27:00.000-05:00

It seems that there is a natural ebb and flow to all things. Take traffic for instance. No one really stays rigidly in their lane. Sometimes, people ride a little too far to the left or right side of the lane, almost on the dashed line that is supposed to contain them, however, if they are riding far right, and I am in the right lane, then I must accomodate to their obvious obliviousness to their positioning and "scooch" over a bit. I believe we do this unconsciously most of the times. Most of the time, we are oblivious ourselves, and just kind of feel the flow of the cars around us, therefore accomodating the natural ebb and flow of it.
That is if you aren't hell bent on trying to rigidly maintain your position without change.

I believe this applies very specifically to life as well.
We all have our plans and strive to go and be and do - but as we all know, sometimes, plans change without our consent, and always without our control. We may think, for instance, THIS is who we should be with, or THIS is the way it is suppossed to be, and then when it doesn't turn out how we expected, or hoped or wanted, we think to ourselves, what did "I" do wrong? Why did it happen like THIS? It wasn't supposed to happen like THIS, it was supposed to happen like THAT! Well, maybe if "I" do THIS it will go back to being how "I" wanted...blah blah blah and so on and so on until we are in a downward spiral of ME, MYSELF, and I.
Well, I got news for you. It isn't about you and YOU are never in control of what happens. It is just the natural ebb and flow of everything. You can make plans, and set goals, and strive, and try and work at it, but things will still always work out they way they are supposed to, not necessarily, how you WANT them to. You HAVE to believe in something greater than yourself, otherwise, you're just going to keep on getting frustrated with life, with situations, with everything, unless you can place it in someone else's charge. That way, you KNOW you have no control, and can go on with your life, making plans, and adjusting them to whatever life throws at you.

Like I said, ebb and flow.

Ammended...

So I recieve this newsletter from Kirk Weisler, author of The Dog Poop Initiative (check it out - it's really a great story and a way we should all try and live our life) Well, anyways, I receive a newsletter from him, which you too can sign up for, and I suggest you do b/c it is always very insightful, inspiring and just interesting. ANYWAYS, Here is what it had to say TODAY, which I thought was somehow eerily appropriate to this blog I posted earlier this morning...

"In many parts of the US the leaves have long since fallen to the earth. Here in Georgia they are still coming down. Last week, while on a mid morning walk with my oldest son Jacob the wind was cool and gusting. With each gust of wind hundreds of leaves would be blown from the tops of the trees and swirl and dance their way to the ground. There was one large stand of some 80 foot trees near the road that was really letting them go…and I remember thinking….”if I just hold out my hand, a leaf might just fall right into it”. So I held out my hand as we walked and a leaf fell right into it!

I was so excited that I told my 10 year old son Jake I had just caught a leaf and challenged him to do the same. With the next gust came hundreds of leaves swirling down towards us and the game was on! Jake ran this way and that trying, missing and trying again. After a few minutes of him no having any success… I began to wonder if I could do it again and joined in the attempt. For the next twenty minutes we were both running around in the street and yard laughing and chasing leaves. But we didn’t catch any until we were too tired to run anymore…then as we stood there catching our breath the wind delivered two leaves seemingly right to us and within the very same moment we both plucked one right out of the air.

Some goals are achieved by direct pursuit, focus and determination, while others seem to be realized by placing ourselves in a relaxed state of mind, and peaceful state of being, and a right place of patiently waiting. The discipline of getting ourselves in that “right place” physically, emotionally and spiritually, then allows and even creates an unspoken invitation for the desired thing to be obtained. The realization of the things we receive in this second state seem impossible to obtain in any other way. It reminds of a quote from a 64 year olds entry in one of those “I’ve learned books”

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

Sometimes the right goal, is to become the right person, with a right attitude, and a right disposition. Then the right people come into your life, offering you more of the right opportunities and the right resources to realize the right results."

Bluegirl - OUT~!

Old People, School Buses & Bike Rides!

2006-10-10T07:31:00.000-04:00

I was just emailing back and forth with a friend of mine and we were talking about how her mother (who is like 87) acting like such a child and not wanting to or even trying to do anything for herself b/c its just easier to have everyone else to do it for her. I think that’s what happens when we get older – it’s the human circle of life, we are born babies, crapping in our diapers and being nurtured and having everything done for us, we slowly become more and more independent, then we get married, slowly become more dependant, on our husband/wife/partner/ whoever, and then we grow old and we are right back to crapping in our diapers again, being taken care of. :)
I don’t know – I just came up with that theory…

On a separate subject, I hate school buses. They are the most annoying vehicles on the road, well, besides from taxis and that asshole behind me this morning riding my ass and flashing his brights - I was going 75 by the way and there was a car in front of me preventing me from going any faster, and therefore, the asshole behind me as well...so I slowed down to about 55 until he probably almost blew a blood vessel he was so pissed and finally passed me....but I digress...
School buses..oh yes...
The problem is that it's not like ONE school bus you see, it's always like 15, and you get stuck behind all of them, puttering along at like 10 miles an hour - this only happens of course when you are either A) in a hurry or 2) listening to some really great upbeat good mood setting song that you just wanna haul ass too....it NEVER happens when you are calm and relaxed and just moseying along without a care in the world listenning to Billie Holiday or Nina Simone or something along those lines...Oh no.....never.

Oh here's some news...
This dude at work and I both live downtown and we are going to ride our bikes to work tomorrow. For those of you who don't know the geography of Atlanta, let me explain...My work is 23 miles from my house - now really, this isn't a very long ride, and we will only actually be riding about 9-10 miles of this as MARTA (metro atlanta rail transit authority) only actually travels as far North as the North Springs station which is only JUST OTP (outside the perimeter). The part that worries me however, is NOT the distance, but the traffic and rkads we will encounter upon the way - I drove the road we will be on last week just to see exactly how far it is and to check out the terrain and hills and such, and the cars FLY on those back roads in the morning, so I am a bit nervous about that - I will wear a helmet of course - but how much can a helmet protect you if you are flailing thru the air at mock speed? Hopefully, I will live to tell about it tomorrow....

Wish me luck!

An amusing email convo....

2006-10-02T15:08:00.000-04:00

This is an email conversation that just happened between me and my friend Spanky....

Spanky: I'm in for Halloween weekend!!
Me: YAY! Start planning your costume!
Spanky: i already have it. going as a Atlantic Shores pool boy. BUCK!
Me: OMG! Are you going to wear a banana hammock? Neon? I am so scared.. :)
Spanky: yes. i have to get the zits lazered off my ass now.
Me: Gross! You got bimples? EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!
Spanky: big ones
Spanky: juicy
Me: I am a very visual person and I am so grossed right now! STOP IT!!!
Spanky: whatever, my ass is tight.
Me: Yer ass is tight.
Spanky: Yes, Steve told me it was.
Me: That cheater! He told me my ass was tight too!

Me & Spanky:

From Size 14 to 6!

2006-09-19T09:26:00.000-04:00

So, I was just checking my yahoo email and I got sucked into the Columbia House offer – buy 3 – free shipping! So I just bought like 5 DVD’s and then went onto Tower Records and bought 2 more that I couldn’t find on the other website! OMG! It is way too easy to spend money online! I must be stopped! But check out what I got, I got a bunch of concerts: Allman Bros, Woodstock - Director's Cut, Ben Harper - Live at the Hollywood Bowl, Pink Floyd - PULSE, and Bob Marley & The Wailers - Live at the Rainbow. I also bought a couple of Fraggle Rock dvd's and Lemony Snicket and a Series of Unfortunate Events - I just think the imagery and cinematography is beautiful in that movie...

And to add to my shopping extravaganza, I went shopping on Sunday and bought a bunch of pairs of pants – but I needed them and I haven’t shopped since Spring – so that can be justified…..but guess what? I bought all size 8 pants and 2 pair size 6!!!!

CAN U F’IN BEILIEVE IT?!?!!!!

I can hardly! YAY ME!

I can’t remember the last time I could wear size 8! To give you an idea, I was size 12-14 like 6 months ago!

YAY ME!!!!

My room mate yelled at

2006-08-22T21:22:00.000-04:00

My room mate yelled at me last night about her insecurities - or at least that's how I see it.

Key West

2006-08-17T22:32:00.000-04:00

We ended up in KeyWest by the way...more on that at another time.
Let me just say that it was the best most fun vacation I have ever been on.
So much happened...and it was a beautiful drunken blissful dream...

i promise more, but not now...

too sleepy...

must rest....

The World is Getting Smaller Every Single Day

2006-08-17T21:48:00.000-04:00

My friend's estranged brother was arrested in Thailand yesterday for the suspected murder of JonBenet Ramsey.

The World is Getting Smaller Every Single Day

My friend Katie used to play soccer with my roomate when they were 9 yrs old and haven't seen each other or talked since they were 9...until today when we discovered our 6 degrees of separation.

The World IS Getting Smaller Every Single Day.

Tomorrow I am being taken out to lunch by a very hott boy, but I am sure in his mind it is purely for work purposes, but I wish it were more...or I wish he would be a regular booty-call at the very least. Damn. Is that so much to ask? I thought it was going to be a regular one since the 1st one was like 5 yrs ago, and then the 2nd one was like 5 weeks ago and then the 3rd was 2 days later....and then.....and then....
Bueller? Bueller?

Ugh.

And they say women are hard to figure out - what is wrong with boys? They never get the hint, weather yer trying to blow them off, or entertain them for awhile. Subtlety never works. They gotta be beaten over the head with a 2x4 that has the message written on said 2x4 while you are shouting it at them in yer loudest drunken verbal diarrhea voice.

And that just scares them off.

LOL

~~~~

My friend Spanky hasn't txted or called me or emailed me at all today - I feel like he has backed off for some strange unknown reason. Maybe I am just crazy and paranoid, probably. I guess I just want to spend more time with him b/c it is always balls to the wall so much fun - but not everyone can go like that all the time. I just really want to go out on the boat on Saturday. I hope its nice and I hope he is off work.

I have quite a full weekend tho...will report back how it actually went after the fact, but this is how i see it unfolding...
Tomorrow I am getting drunk with my roomate and we are going out in the highlands somewhere - yay! My favorite! Come home from work, take a nap, get up, start drinkin and get ready to go out, while continuing to drink for several hours, walk up the street around 11ish and stumble home later...perhaps we can hope for a booty call from hott boy mentioned above? But...it is unlikely since he said he wasn't feeling good earleir today....damn.
Saturday morning, wake up around 9:30 or 10ish - throw on a swim suit, grab a change of clothes and a cooler with a flask and some beer, drive to Acworth and get on a boat and tan and drink all day - later - get off the boat - drive to Holly Springs off 575 and go to my friend from high school's husbands birthday bash - if cool - stay - if not - leave after a few hours and go home to go out or pass out. Which ever one seems more appealing at the time.
Then Sunday, sleep in, recover, lounge, excercise, go to church, run errands, lounge - whatever I feel up to, then get up and go to the Allman Brothers concert that night. Sweet Melissa........

YAY!

Keep yer fingers crossed for boat time for me on Saturday - otherwise - I got nothin to do during the day.

COCK HERE!
SAY IT!
GINA!

Amsterdam or Bust!

2006-07-26T20:39:00.000-04:00

So my friend Spanky emails me today and asks me if I've ever gone to Amsterdam.
I said Nope, Let's Go!
He says he is on vacation next week, he needs a travel partner, has an extra buddy pass (he works for Delta) can i get a few days off?

HELLS YEAH!!!!

I'll let you know where we end up going...
It's either Amsterdam, Key West, Hawaii, Jamaica, Barbados or Aruba...

I am thinking beach....I've already been to Key West, but anywhere is cool by me! Now that I have a passport - let's roll - I'm game!

YAY!

Now, who's gonna feed my cats.....

Anyone??

Anyone??

Bueller???

Some people should just be put out of their misery

2006-07-26T20:33:00.000-04:00

My friend's ex-husband is an asshole. Have you heard the recent drama with him? He keeps emailing people here at my work, well, my boss and I, about some photo that my friend's sister made up where she superimposed his head on a child’s body at chucky cheese in a pic taken with that mouse thing from chucky cheese. Anyways, he accused me of doing it and wrote a lengthy email to my boss asking if we (my work) had used it for any of our promotional or advertising – can u believe it? What an idiot. So Friday, my boss pulls me and my friend into his office and asks us about it – and I DID NOT make that photo – so we are of the hook, but the thing is that her sister had written on it something with the name of our company – I don’t know, I don’t really get it. Then my boss wrote back a long email to that loser saying how the photo is in no way associated with us and that we would never use anything that foolish in our advertising…blah blah blah…so THEN Monday morning, I get an email from this crazy head accusing me again of making the photo, well I wrote him back (and let my boss approve it first of course) about how I did not create the photo and if he emails me again, then I will file my own personal harassment suit against him. I haven’t heard anything directly since..

However, yesterday, he decides to fax over that “priceless” photo that my friend, accidentally, snapped on his camera 2 yrs ago. My boss has gotten the lawyers involved now and they wrote a letter to him. The dumbass still wrote back a bunch of crap that didn't make any sense. I really wish I could post it, but I don't have it.

What an idiot!!!!!

I love Butch Walker.

2006-07-20T11:56:00.000-04:00

I LOVE BUTCH WALKER. www.butchwalker.com or www.myspace.com/butchwalker
I know it is an unhealthy obsession. But DAMN I fucking love that man.
I went to the show again last nite - 2nd nite at Variety Playhouse - then to the after party at 2 Urban Licks - SO MUCH FUN. Saw so many people I knew there - from every avenue/walk of life. I saw English Nick from 96 rock - he and my old roomie Cord www.cordstone.com were BFF when we lived together. Cord has since moved to Austin, TX and performs with a band called the Spazmatics. I saw Patrick from the Goodies www.thegoodiesonline.com or www.myspace.com/thegoodies - he also plays bass with Open Sky Separator and The Warm Gunns (see below for link) and also used to work with my bro at Long Horn and also went to my high school and also works at the bar up the street...saw Ben Rose www.benrosephotography.com used to be in youth group with him back in high school...and of course, I saw Butch, who used to play shows at my pool when I lived in Towne Club in Statesboro - Georgia Southern days - with his old band Floyds Funk Revival - and the best thing about it is that he fucking remembered me. Hell yes. He never rememebrs my name...but he always rememebers my face. He looked straight at me and said "hey girl!" - I know to some of you - I seem pathetic - but I don't care. I LOVE HIM. I will have to post my photos tomorrow...just wait and see what I got...you'll love it! I also hung out with Cris Cox & Mark Dannells from the Warm Gunns www.thewarmgunns.com or www.myspace.com/warmgunns - some of the funniest people you will ever meet - hilarious. Spleen splitting. Love those guys! Oh yeah and Cris is married to Dana, Butch's sister. I am high on life right now from all the musically inspired stimulation from last nite!

Did I mention how much I love Butch Walker?

Butch Walker

2006-07-12T23:09:00.000-04:00

I have been in love with Butch Walker since 1994...and I am more in love now than I was when I first saw him in the bushes outside my apartment with that slut in the yellow dress back in Statesboro...I remember wishing I was that girl, at the same time I was thinking what a trashy girl to be acting that way.

Funny how perception changes everything...

I am watching the Atlanta concert of Butch at the Variety Playhouse last June - he's doing Cigarete Lighter Love Song - God I love that song....It's one of the last songs that the Marvelous 3 ever wrote & performed together/

I can't put my finger on it, but one of the things I love most about Butch is watching him perform, singing especially, he just has so much passion and charisma and personality and his facial expressions are just beautiful, as well as his voice. GOD, what a fantastic beautiful soulful voice. And his lyrical composition - I just love the way he writes. "Hello can I take your order, I've been waitin for day-ays....I'd like a little compassion, with a side of may-o-naise..."

LOVE HIM!

But I also feel like such a LOSER loving him so...I feel like a teenager when I watch him. Me & my friend Kat are the same way about him, as well as every female in Atlanta I think, and this is why I feel so GAY for loving him as I do. I mean, I know its a total fantasy, but since I SORT-OF know him, then it hits a bit closer to home than say, lusting after Johnny Depp or Matthew McConaughey whom I will most likely never encounter.

"I shed 5 bitter tears, into 5 bitter beers...looked at my watch & said where have the years gone?; I'm wasting away like a castle of clay...slowly crumbling too..."

Tom Jones Eat your heart out!

2006-07-09T12:04:00.000-04:00

This is the best performance on ice I have ever seen!!! Tom Jones eat your heart out!!

A Loose Screw

2006-06-22T22:46:00.000-04:00

Our freezer has a twisted bent screw that is out of place. It is located in the hinge on the bottom and prevents us from closing the door properly, unless we lift the entire door up and over the out of place, twisted and bent screw. We have asked our lanlord; Laurence Margolis, Attorny at Law; several times to fix it. He came over this morning and carefully wedged a very small rock under it so that now we do not have to lift the door to close it. I laughed out loud.
But on the other hand....
what a lazy half-ass stupid thing to do! WHy not just get a damn tool, remove the screw and replace it with a new one? Now, you may be thinking, yeah why don't YOU just do it? (the "YOU" being me). Well, I would, but I tried when I first discovered our messed up freezer door and it's not a phillips head, its something else )i forget what he said it was called) but nevertheless, I am a woman and I have very few tools. I WISH I had more tools, but no one has ever bought them for me, they are kind of expensive so I haven't rushed out to buy them for myself, besdies, I rarely use them, so what a waste of $$ when I have a lanlord...I mean...slumlord...
We also asked him to fix the ice maker......in JANUARY. It has been broken since January. And now, it is June, and it is hot out, and I want fucking ice in my glass dammit!
:)

Jump around, Jump around, Jump up, Jump up and get down!

2006-05-16T07:00:00.000-04:00

I've been in a funk lately. I can't describe to you why, I can just tell you, that lately, everything and everyone irritates me and I just want to be left alone. Children irritate me, people who talk about their children/animals what-have-you non stop irritate the shit out of me. I don't give 2 shits what your stupid kid drew, said or did this past weekend that was just sooooooo damn cute.
I DON'T CARE.
I DON'T CARE.
I DON'T CARE.

KA-PEESH?

It's not that I necessarily have anything particular to be unhappy about. I have a good job that I love, a great family, I am for the first time not living pay check to paycheck (stil not saving MUCH, but it's a start..), I live in a great neighborhood and have a great roomate, but there is just something missing.....

I watched the season finale to Grey's Anatomy last night (one of my favorite shows of all time) and it made me soooo happy what happened between Grey and McDreamy in last night's episode. It gave me hope, even tho, it cannot end well. But to even have THAT for a little while....I want THAT. I don't know if I am capable of having that with anyone but a certain someone and it makes me sad b/c of the choices he has made and where he is at right now b/c of those choices. But as I just stated, they were HIS CHOICES and I need to keep reminding myself of that, or I am doomed forever to misery...
I think I am one of those women who will never have children. I just don't see it happening for me. The only only way I wouold want kids is if I married the perfect guy who would be my best friend and the whole package. Otherwise - I don't want any part of that whole scene. And since I don't see me ending up with anyone in particular, I just don't think I ever will. I am not trying to see the glass have empty - I am just being a realist, that's all. On the other hand of this, I am so sick and tired of being separated just b/c I am not married or have kids or whatever. As if there is something wrong with me b/c I haven't settled for anyone? Sorry, I'd rather be single and miserable than living with someone who makes me miserable.
Fuck married people.
Especially since their always trying to recruit you to the dark side. Why aren't you married yet? Oh I don't know, I guess I have the singles plague or something must be really fucked up with me. Thanks for pointing out the most obvious failure in my life! Now let's talk about your life - what's the one thing you don't want to talk about in social situations? Perhaps marriage trouble? Maybe your spouse is cheating on you - that sounds like a fun topic! Anyone die recently you want to re-hash old painful memories?

I got up this morning at the ass crack of dawn (that's right at about 5:30am) forced myself out of bed, threw on some outfit and left by 5:55 just to avoid the sea of morons and assholes I sit in traffic with on a daily basis. I am tired as shit - but it only took me the expected 35 minutes to get here from driveway to parking space instead of the friggin 1 hr and 20 minutes ++++ it has been taking me if I leave anytime after 7am, but oh how I do enjoy my sleep....

Sunday Drive

2006-05-07T12:08:00.000-04:00

So check this out:
I decided that on the way back, I would take a true Sunday drive and take 80 back instead of 16. As you may or may not know, 80 goes right thru all those little towns, including Statesboro. Well, it was a beautiful day and I decided to turn off and explore the town I once lived, partied and enjoyed. I drove all around the boro, thru my old apt complex Towne Club (it seems a bit ghetto now - but still looks exactly the same, save for all the "gro's") I drove all thru campus - and stopped on the main lawn for while - it was really nice. I would have stopped at Fast & Easy (where I used to buy beer underage)- but alas, it was Sunday and they were not opened. I wanted to eat lunch at El Sombrero (home of the HUGE 32 oz beers & margarita's I remember consuming on more than one occasion)- but it was only like 11:15 and they didn't open until noon - so I settled for Zaxby's (not the original Zax's, which is gone) - this one is right beside Wendy's. It was really nice.

Cute Boy Kroger

2006-04-29T23:43:00.000-04:00

So, the Kroger on Briarcliff at N. Highland by Emory seems like it should be cute boy Kroger - only because, as I stated, it is near Emory, but alas, I have not seen a cute boy their yet.

But this is not the point.

My roomate & I sometimes take little adventures, where we jaunt off down the road and embark on short but wonderful journeys, of which always somehow includes a dose of strange hilarity.
One time, we were in the store and we were on the 2nd floor, where the beer is, yes, a TWO FLOOR grocery store - weird, I know. Anyways, below in the produce section were 4 people and one of the guys was yelling things and making long shot's into the shopping cart of a variety of fruits & vegetables. Then, all we hear is WALNUTS! WALNUTS! WALNUTS!
You get the picture..

So on this particular eve, we went to get a bottle of wine so we could drink it - we decided to add to the trip a little breakfast shopping spree as well. So both of our arms full of a bunch of stuff, we trudge up to the cashier. Scanning, scanning, scanning, Your total is $30.30
My roomate looks in her purse, and discovers no wallet. It must be in my car she says....and runs out to retrieve it.
Leaving me
standing there
like a moron.
I am laughing to myself, b/c I was going to bring my purse, but I was just along for the ride, leave my purse at home she says - you don't need it!
HA!
So then, she comes back in with a check-but NO DRIVERS LICENCE.
The store manager happened to be the geeky guy standing behing me in line - who by the way looks no older than a 25 year old dork boy. He pipes up, dontcha have anything with your name on it and a picture - she proclaims YES! I have my teacher ID card! Then she darts out the door to her car again, leaving me standing there again like a moron.
She is quicker this time and the day was saved!

Another fantastic adventure with Nancy J and Emily Drew!

Happy Hump Day!

2006-04-26T10:11:00.000-04:00

So I've been on a bit of a health kick lately...

I have been reading this impulse buy I got a Publix the other day it’s called “Healing Foods for dummies” and it basically says how you should eat organic food as much as you can b/c of all the pesticides and extra hormones that they use on vegetables and in meat. I have started buying organic – it’s not THAT much more expensive and from what they say in the book – better to spend more money now on good whole foods then later on hospital bills! They also talk a lot about processed refined flour – basically how bad white bread and pasta and rice is for you as compared to whole wheat bread & pasta, wild or brown rice.

Nothing we don't already know!

The South Beach diet book I have been reading is fascinating because it tells HOW your body processes food and why certain foods are so bad for you. It really makes you (or it really made me) think a lot more about what I put into my body.

Another thing that sparked this whole health kick was going to that Bodies exhibition at the Atlanta Civic Center. If you get a chance - I HIGHLY reccomend it.

Hey yall! I heard about these sex muffins on the radio morning show I listen to I havent tried them yet but theyve got like 5 natural aphrodisiacs in them and from what I hear, theyre like a natural Viagra! For men and women! Happy Hump Day!
Here is the original link: SEX MUFFINS

Id be interested in hearing how they work for you!

"Enthusiastic lovers swear they've discovered the secret to a wild and wonderful sex life - eating a delicious muffin that pumps up passion to incredible levels! This miracle sex muffin contains five powerful aphrodisiacs that are claimed to rev up romance, enthusiasts say. Sex muffins work on both men and women, and they are inexpensive, easy to make, and contain ingredients available everywhere. No one knows exactly where this recipe came from, but enjoy it and have fun! "

Sex Muffin Recipe

INGREDIENTS:
1 3/4 cups all purpose flour
2 Tablespoons baking powder
1 teaspoon ginger
1 teaspoon cinnamon
Contents of 15 ginseng powder capsules
2 ounces semisweet chocolate or 1/3 cup chocolate chips
1/2 stick butter
1/3 cup honey
1 cup milk
2 egg whites slightly beaten

Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.

Mix together flour, baking powder, spices, and ginseng powder in a big bowl.

Slowly melt chocolate and butter together in the microwave or on the stove top. Mix until smooth.

Add melted chocolate and butter to the dry ingredients. Stir in the honey, milk, and egg whites.

Stir just enough to blend, and pour into greased or non stick muffin tins.

Bake at 400 degrees for 20-25 minutes, until muffins are brown.

Let the muffins cool for a few minutes before removing them from the pan.

HAPPY HUMP DAY!!!!

A moment in time...

2006-04-18T14:21:00.000-04:00

I just got back from having lunch with RAS.
You all remember him, right? (See blogs dated older than September 2005...)
How could you forget...
How could I?

It was really nice actually.
I don't know if it was a great idea and I don't really feel the need to share it with anyone, but I need to get it out of my head so here I am writing about it now.

With the benefit of hindsight, it was probably not a good idea...
I feel really weird right now.
He's kind of like a drug I think.
Once I get a little dose, I want more.
As bad as I know it is for me and how destructive it is to me or those around me, that doesn't change the fact that I want to know the next time I get to partake in such guilty pleasure. Why is this?

I guess he wanted to take me out for my birthday. A far cry from what he did for me last year, which was, in fact, nothing at all. Didn't even call last year. This year, he shows up 2 days in a row. Oh yes, apparently he came by yesterday, but since I wasn't at my desk he didn't stop or call or anything. Nancy saw him tho. Of course she didn't tell me until today. What's strange is this: Yesterday, I happened to wear the dress that he picked out for me the night my BMW got killed by the stupid ass non-insured style taxi driver. I haven't worn that dress since that day, and I decided for no real good reason to wear it yesterday. And I decided to send him a text after work just saying "How are you doing? Everything ok? Just checking up on you"
He didn't respond until he called today asking me out to lunch. And for no real good reason, I accepted. It was actually really nice to see him. It just brings up feelings of sadness. His baby is due May 21st. A boy. Miles Hellstein. What a hellish name, hellstein. Poor kid. He seemed sad when we said goodbye...
Poor kid...

It was just a moment in time is all...

Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off

2006-04-18T11:12:00.000-04:00

I have the perfect title for this blog....
yet I have nothing inparticular to say...
except for this:
Panic in the Disco
Go buy the album.
Do it now.
What are you waiting for?
You're just sitting here wondering.....
I wonder if I can listen to it for free on iTunes first...
Well, the answer to that is, probably.

So get this.
MY boyfriend just moved into a house I once rented and lived in in Marietta. Bizarro?! I loved that house too. And now I get to be there again! It's in a beautiful nice neighborhood too. Pretty trees and yards and everyone waves at you when you drive by. Nice pool too. The house is kick ass tho. It's got a huge ass window in front and a loft upstairs where I used to like to sit when it would rain.

I have another CD I recomend...
It's called HIGH SCHOOL REUNION and you can get it at NOT LAME RECORDS out of Fort COllins, CO - it's a great online record/cd store for all your obscure power pop funkadelic hits!

Dance Commander

2006-04-06T13:53:00.000-04:00

This is what happens when alcohol and helmets are integrated.

Those Damn birds start chirping

2006-04-05T06:09:00.000-04:00

Those Damn birds start chirping outside my window at 6 am on the nose. No chance 4 snooze 4 me!

TICKETMASTER BOYCOTT FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2006-04-04T09:20:00.000-04:00

I fucking hate ticketmaster.
They are sucking the soul out of music.
After the bitch told me I was searching for tickets “wrong” by choosing best available instead of general admission lawn – I said no, actually I tried both…then the fucking cunt cut me off and was like well is there anything else I can help u with today? And I said, wow, you just cut me right off didn’t you. Bitch. And I hung up.

Fucking customer service is lost.

So what is this $6.50 bullshit "customer service" charge? I get charged for you to act like an asshole to me?

AMERICAN IDOL - BEST & WORST

2006-03-29T08:41:00.000-05:00

Do you Snore?

2006-03-29T07:40:00.000-05:00

Well, I do. It has never been a real problem until recently. It doesn't bother me...just anyone who sleeps anywhere near me, especailly my current boyfriend. But in my defense, he is a very light sleeper and he says it sometimes takes him HOURS to fall asleep, every night, even when I am not with him, in fact, I spend very few nights with him - if we do stay together - we sleep in separate rooms. So really, I think he's also got a problem.
Anyway, I opted to participate in a sleep study to see if I have sleep apnea.
So the past 2 nights I have slept at a clinic with about 20 wires coming out of my head and face, and about 7 electrodes stuck to my legs, chest & back. I still feel like I have a wire coming out of my forehead right now. The electrodes are stuck on with a sort of pastey adhesive - very gooey & gross. There are a number of different things they monitor such as airflow, pulse, heart rate & rhythm, body position, brain waves, eye movements, muscle tone & limb movements, and of course, snoring.
Let me explain how much stuff it is.
I had ECG electrodes stuck to my chest to monitor heart rate & rhythm, a belt around my chest and stomach to measure breathing movements,

a small device placed under my nose to measure airflow, a thimble like device on my finger to monitor my pulse,

5 electrodes on my scalp using the gooey paste to monitor brainwave activity, 2 electrodes on each leg to monitor leg movement,

small electrodes placed above and below each eye to detect REM stage sleep and a snore microphone taped to the front of my neck. On the second night, added to all that was a mask which filtered air is flowing that I had to breathe though my nose

All of these things are then plugged into a box that sits on the side of the bed, which you much carry with you to the bathroom if (God forbid) you have to get up and pee in the middle of the night.

What a PIA (pain in the ass).

So all in all it was quite miserable and I am SO GLAD it is over. I should find out in a few days what sort of treatment wil be prescribed for me. I hope to God there is some sort of surgery or something and I don't have to sleep with a friggin mask on every night. Cuz people, that mask is HOT. Makes me feel REAL sexy. SO basically I see it as this....
Single forever?
Or....
Find someone who also snores...
Only time will tell...

Happy Monday!

2006-03-20T07:24:00.000-05:00

In order for my boyfriend to sleep next to me, I have to wear these breathe-right strips on my nose which is basically a special piece of tape that holds your nostrils open just a bit wider then normal, so as to reduce snoring. He says you can't even see it - but it feels really weird on. Anyways, for the 1st time in a very long time, we slept together, that is, we slept next to each other...all night long. Usually, he gets up and goes into the other room, but last night it worked out...

So I am driving to work this morning and for some reason I touch my face while smoothing my hair or something and I feel something very sticky on my nose, sort of like when you remove a fruit sticker from your banana or what-have-u and there is a sticky blackish gross residue that you must wash off of your delicious fruit before consuming. I am thinking to myself, WTF is that? I showered this morning...was there something on my pillow last night? I could not figure it out for the life of me....until I remember the breathe-right strip I wore on my nose the night before...Ah ha! It all became clear at once. So as soon as I get to work I scurry to the bathroom to wash it off...so now I look like I just did a bunch of coke cuz my nose is all red. NICE.
Happy Monday, right?

HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY!!!

2006-03-17T23:59:00.000-05:00

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Top 'O' the morning to ya! Did ya'll have a nice St. Patty's Day? It is my favorite holiday. I'm a little bit of a nut whern it comes to dressing up in all green...as you can see....

Below is a photo journalistic approach to my afternoon and evening March 17th...

Someone must have gotten drunk on Thurday night and forgotten it was Limerick's big St. Patty's Day dealio. Serves ya right, if you can't get your hung over ass up and to retrieve your car by 3:45 the next day?! C'MON!

The Stooge Brothers - ROCK!

My friend Steve & I

2 st pattys day freaks (more than me anyways!)

The one, the only, the soon-to-be-one-hit-wonders...THE A-SIDES!

Look ma! A real life leprachan!

Jon Harris (Sin Hounds not present in photo)

Crowd...4:20 pm

Crowd...6:20 pm

Crowd...9:20 pm

My drinkin buddy Mr. Steam McQueen himself!

All Bets are On Nowhere....

2006-03-15T00:08:00.000-05:00

My friend BB just left for the airport with a girl he just met at the Black Crowes in Atlanta at the FOX tonight. They are either headed to San Juan or Las Vegas. Maybe Chicago. If they go to Chicago, they are definitely going to Jilly's. That place is the great. The Black Crowes were great too. (see pics)
I dropped my roomate off at the bar and my friend Stv decided to walk home form the Fox. He doesn't live THAT far - but it's at least 8 blocks I imagine... We kept squelching our way up front...it was fantastic. I also ran into an old roomate Gabe - but I was too distracted to make some bullshit small talk. I ran up to him and said hey! gabe! he said hey - remeber my friend len? i said yeah hey whats up? - then i was like, i gotta go - see ya! And that was it. Nice, huh?
Anyways, I am curious to see where these 2 people end up...

all my bets are on no where.

Take advantage of some unexpected news...

2006-02-23T07:42:00.000-05:00

That is what my fortune cookie last night said.

I did get some unexpected news yesterday too...

Mr. RAS called my phone and dropped a bomb on me.
Mr. RAS is going to be a father.
That stupid crack whore is pregnant. I will be surprised she can stay off crystal and stop drinking long enough to have a healthy...I can't even say it.
Poor kid.

But why on earth did he feel the need to call ME after all this time to tell me this news? I haven't talked to the guy in 6 months and out of the blue he calls and says how he has been thinking about me alot, he thought about me on New Years....he was listening to a cd of the Flaming Lips I made for him and was thinking about me...wants to see how I am...if I'm happy...what I've been up to...oh yeah and by the way, Beth is pregnant...but he's not marrying her...

Why is it that I need any of this information?
We're not friends...
We don't hang out...
We don't share each others lives in any way...
There is nothing that bonds us together in any way....
So why do guys feel the need to inform us ex's of their new life changes with other women? Am I supposed to be happy for him? I think he's an idiot for still fucking her when she tends to go psycho and stab him with a key...yeah, that's a real healthy relationship...why don't u throw a kid in the mix and fuck it up even better! Good Job! See ya on Springer in a few years, right?

So that brings me back to the fortune cookie...
How am I supposed to take advantage of this information? I know, I know, its just a stupid fortune cookie...And after receiving this news, it was kinda hard to concentrate at work as you can imagine...He called at like 4 ish...I was supposed to hang out with my boyfriend last night, but as u can imagine, wasn't really in the mood..but I went over there anyways, trying to hide my obvious distraction and shock of the other situation...b/c I can't tell him about it. Oh yeah by the way, the guy I was totally in love with got his psycho girlfriend pregnant and even tho I haven't talked to the guy in 6 months, he felt the need to call and tell me...Why am I upset? Oh no reason baby...you're the best...

blah blah blah...

Just can't really get into a conversation like that with him...
Haven't mentioned RAS at all to JT and don't plan on it...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH

I just feel like screaming right now.

By the way, the person who kept popping in my head when I posted that song on Feb 1st (Beautiful DIsaster) was one in the same...Mr. RAS.
Coincidence?

What's in a name?

2006-02-20T10:05:00.000-05:00

Emily Blue --

[noun]:

An immortal

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

St. Valentines Day Sabotage

2006-02-15T08:36:00.000-05:00

So I have always hated this holiday with the whole of my soul. It is a stupid day that makes people in a relationship overly sensitive and people not in a relationship, lonely and sad. I am much more familiar with the latter of the 2. However, for the 2nd valentines day in my life I am in a relationship. Yesterday, I fell into the first category, which I am NOT familiar with and became overly emotional and irrational. I do not like this self. She is ridiculous and petty, and she is not me.

However, I may have another explanation for this...

You see, As I mentioned previously, my boyfriend is considering moving to Florida...(did I mention this previously? - well if I didn't, u know now.)
At this point in our relationship, if he moves, I basically see it as being over.
Because 8 hrs is a long way to drive for a weekend visit - and I just don't have that much vacation time - not to mention gas prices, etc.. but I digress...
I say at this point because at THIS point, it will be hard and sad when he leaves, but not impossible or heart breaking. But if he stays, then how long will it be for? Then what? We get more attached to each other, possibly fall in love with each other, and then in a year or so...he decides again to move to Florida. At this point, I don't see myself wanting to leave Atlanta, my job, my family, my friends, my neighborhood, everything I know and love. But who's to say what I will feel in a year? Who's to say that we will even still be together? Who's to say we won't? He says that he's always known he wanted to live on the ocean, preferably Florida. This is the first I've heard of it. I mean, I love the ocean, don't get me wrong. But I have done alot of moving across the country, and I just don't want to move anymore, if ever again! I am comfortable here and familiar in my surroundings. Sure the traffic sucks, but there are drawbacks to everywhere. He on the other hand, does not like it here. I know he hates where he lives and that is probably a big part of it, but for me, I love being here! So how can he hate it so much? Why then am I in a relationship with someone who is unhappy with where he is in life? Which bring me back to my original thought.... Perhaps, I am picking stupid fights with him in order to push him away so it will be easier on myself to get over him leaving. I mean, really, what am I supposed to do? Continue on in a relationship that I know is headed South? (literally and emotionally! get it?! - ha ha i kill me!)

But I like him and I don't want him to leave. I am not ready to make any major decisions about how I feel about him. Do I love him? I don't know. Sometimes I guess. He can be very sweet and kind. But there are other times he drives me crazy. Most of the time he is great tho. Is this the person I can imagine spending the rest of my life with? I honestly do not know. I need more time. The wall is still standing...

Too many questions...not enough answers...

Confusion!

2006-02-07T08:48:00.000-05:00

Many of you have sent me comments or told me how you felt in person about my last blog and I have been meaning to re-blog about it. You see, I was very frustrated and upset when I wrote that and just started going off about every little thing that pissed me off about him. However, what none of you could know, is how sweet and caring and nice he can be too. In fact, this is what drew me to him in the 1st place. He opens my door for me EVERY SINGLE TIME I get in the car, or go into a building. He tells me how much he likes spending time with me and how he knows he can be a pain in the ass, and thanks for putting up with him. He tells me how he worries about me, worries for my safety and how he really cares about me. So in his defense, he is actually quite sweet. But now I am faced with another challenge. He is very unhappy here in Atlanta. He doesn't like where he lives (understandably...he lives in the Mattress Factory Lofts off of MLK blvd and there are just a bunch of 18 yr old idiots running around, skate boarding down the hallway, pissing in the hallway, the other night, he came home to a nice chunky puke in the hallway. yummy. Anyways, he doesn't like where he lives, and he isn't making it in his career of choice, which, as can I fully understand, can be extremely frustrating, especially when you spend so much time and effort and passion devoted to one thing that fuels you. So , long story short - his other passion is to become a fishing boat captain. So he is more likely than not, moving to Sarasota, FL when his lease is up. UNLESS by some miracle the John Pence Gallery gives him his own solo show, in which that may possible launch his career. But it looks like he will be moving. Where does that leave me you ask? Well, I don't know. I went through something similar as this when I decided to leave Tim in Colorado. The ONLY thing that was keeping me in Fort Collins, was him - and eventually, I can to resent him for it. I know for a fact I would have been gone sooner if he hadn't of broken his femur that day at Keystone, but he did, and being the good girlfriend, I took care of him, drove him around, and stayed put, while miserable and poor, but felt obligated to care for my broken boyfriend. So I don't want him to stay in Atlanta - only because of me - which he has said, is the only reason he is still here and hasn't took off yet. I don't want him to go, b/c I do like him alot, I like hanging out with him, and everything, but I don't want to hold him back either. He is still in a process and I don't want to be the one to hinder that. I am very confused right now. More later...

"Beautiful Disaster"

2006-02-01T16:08:00.000-05:00

This song reminds me of someone who keeps popping in my head lately...

He charms in his dreams
An exquisite extreme unknown
He’s as damned as he seems
More heaven than a heart could hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world would cave in
It just ain't right
Lord, it just ain't right

Oh and I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He's magic and myth
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold me tight
Baby, hold me tight

Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

I'm longing for love and the logical
But he's only happy hysterical
I'm searching for some kind of miracle
Waited so long
So long

He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still he's more than I can take
Oh 'cause I don't know
I don't know what he's after
But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster

He’s beautiful
He's such a beautiful disaster.

Frustration!

2006-01-31T17:33:00.000-05:00

So, I snore.
Apparently it is very loudly. I would not know, for I am asleep soundly...
However, no one else around me is.
And that is why I sleep alone most nights.
NOT that this bothers me. I like sleeping alone...
BUT sometimes, I want him to stay over...
but I know it is not possible, b/c as I said before...
I snore, loudly.
Does this mean, that we are not meant to be?
Should I take this to mean that? Or am I jumping to conclusions? AM i looking for a way out? Sometimes, I really like him....and sometimes...I can't stand his ass!
He can be..how shall I put this..rude.
For example:
We recently returned from a trip to Florida, everything was peachy until the first night... We had 2 doubles in the room - and after many beverages, I fell asleep first in one of the beds... ALL NIGHT LONG, he is waking me up by pushing me... quickly and harshly. Now, I realize that he is unable to sleep b/c of me, but I am not doing this on purpose mind you, he is deliberatly getting up out of bed and giving me a quick, hard push just to wake me up. He did not turn me over on my side, he pushed me. SO I am pissed when he gets up at 7 anbd wants to go walking pon the ebach - I am like fuck u buddy, I am fucking tired. You dragged me down here to look at some stupid boat you are thinking about buying - woke my ass up early yesterday to get here early, and all I wanted to do was sleep in.
The next night, he made me wear these uncomfortable contraptions - one is like a bullring in your nose that is suppossed to help you breathe better by pushing down on your septum, and the other is a breathe right strip across your nose that basically holds your nostrils open wider so u can breathe better, and therefore alleviate or reduce snoring. You can imagine how attractive this might look...
SO now I feel like an ugly freak and I'm pissed that I have to wear this shit, it is so fucking uncomfortable - and I'm afraid to fall asleep in case I do snore and wake him up and he startles me awake again with the pushing.
I hate this.
No one else I've ever dated that I slept next to had a problem. WHy does he have to be such a fucking light sleeper? Nancy boy.
I have always said to myself, that the man I end up marrying will be someone who also snores, so that way, we don't bother each other...
So what am I doing dating this guy?
I don't know, maybe for lack of anything else going on? Maybe I'm just bored, or, maybe I actually like him. But there are definitely things about him that I do not like. Sush as his extreme racism towards all black people. I hate how he looks at all blacks and automatically assumes they are pieces of shit just because of their color. ANd I hate that N word - but he uses it all the time. Even when I ask him not too. He doesn't like crowds or being in public much at all - and if we are a ta bar and he can't sit down - well then he is miserable and we might as well just leave. He's completely anti-social and moody too. I like a guy who can meet and get along with people as easily as I do. Oh yeah and he won't go see a movie at the theater. He is so fucking intolerant of people, he refuses to watch a movie in a movie theater. WTF?
AND, since he has no real job, (he is an artist - and has taken the year off to paint and try to further his career) - I say bravo for doing that - I really do - but since he is at home all day...as soon as I get home he wants to do something and all I want to do is relax sometimes. I have been going non-stop for about a month now with the danish film festival and then the trade show in chicago, and then on my weekend I was planning on relaxing and sleeping in, I go to florida....NON-STOP I tell u.
ARGH!
I need my space!
I need some time alone!

oh yeah and if I hear one more thing about this boat, I'm going to throw myself off a ledge...
not really, but it sounded good!

The smell of cat poo

2006-01-19T07:05:00.000-05:00

The smell of cat poo still lingers in my nostrils...

There was an unfortunate incident this morning in the corner of the living room that still haunts me now. How can I keep the litter box outside and train these little monsters to let me know when they need to defecate or urinate? There's nothing like getting ready in the morning, shower, fresh, clean, makeup, nice outfit, then you walk out into the living room and the smell hits you like a big wall of crap. Ugh. I could have ignored it...cleaned it up later when it isn't so fresh and warm and gooey...but I choose to clean it up immediately. Yuck.
AND...
Yesterday, the dog (Mocha) that lives with us, apparently had a real bad case of diarrhea. You see, Mocha likes to eat cat poo, rabbit poo, any poo really. But Mocha had somehow either been rummaging through the litter box for brown treasure, or cleaning up messes I never saw...
Either way, when my roommate got home from work yesterday, she said our house needed to be fumigated. There were spurts of evidence everywhere and it was at that point when I decided to navigate elsewhere than our house until the clean up had occurred and the proper Febreezing and incense had been lit to cover the stench I could only imagine. Hopefully, there will be no special surprises today....
Nothin like comin home to the smell of poo....

Ewwwwww!!!!

(hey that rhymed!)

Guarded

2006-01-16T21:12:00.000-05:00

Sometimes I wonder if I will be able to let anyone in past this certain point. I don't know if I can. I can feel this blanket of non-intimacy protecting me and I don't want to let it go because it is safe here and comfortable and warm and guarded. I like it. It's like my own electric blanket of safety and un-brokenheartedness. Maybe if I just don't think about it, the blanket will slowly wither away without me even knowing it...kinda like how spring melts into summer. It starts out a bit chilly and you're wearing jeans and maybe a light jacket, then slowly, you remove the jacket, and before you know it, you're galivanting around in your skivvies! Stay tuned for more confusion and bewilderment....These are the days of my life.....
:)

Post-it Car

2006-01-05T13:51:00.000-05:00

I have been diligently working on all the promotional art, advertising and marketing for the Danish Film Festival that opens here in Atlanta at the High, Friday January 13th. It is quite a stressful time, but hopefully it will all be over soon!

I have wanted to blog so bad lately, but I just don't have much time these days. I usually blog in the mornings, but now since there is another girl here in my room with me, I have no quiet time as soon as I get to work, so it is frustrated. I need absolute quiet to cocentrate on the baffonery that leaps out of my mouth on this thing. In the evenings, I spend time with my roomate or boyfriend. Yes, that's right, she who seems to be ever single, has a boyfriend. We have been dating for 3 months now and I haven't broken up with him yet, so thats gotta be a good sign, right? Anyways, I get home between 5 and 7 (depending on how late I had to stay at work getting things to print on time like the Film Festival) and hang out with my roomate for a little while, or I go over to meet my boyfriend or he comes over and he hang or get dinner or watch a movie or what ever. This takes up all of my time. In between which I take out the trash, do laundry, cook dinner, go grocery shopping, change the kitty litter, clean up my room from the mornings escapade of trying to find an outfit that doesn't show my camel toe and my fat ass... etc...

Lately, that list has included, setting up the xmas tree and decorating the house,un-xmasing the house, etc..

But enough with my excuses...
Well, here's one more..
It has taken me 3 days to write this. I just keep returning to the saved draft!

But what I was so eager to show all of you wonderful peeps out there is what I saw on the way to work yesterday morning:

Isn't that the best thing you have ever seen!
It made my day!

Oh yeah, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my old roomie CORD!!!!

Fucking Fucks

2006-01-04T08:00:00.000-05:00

Every morning, I come in and the fucking door is locked.
There are already 3 people in there and one of them sits in clear view of the front door. Easily able to see if anyone is coming in. But the stupid fucker locks the fucking door behind him every goddamn day. I have to struggle to get my keys out of my purse with my lunch and what ever else I happen to have in my hands, I have to try and get my keys out b/c this stupid fucker locks the goddman door every fucking morning. While he sits there and plays fucking poker online. Not to mention, every single time I walk by his desk he minimizes his screen so I can't see that he is playing poker. But its painfully obvious and everybody else knows it too. What the fuck are you getting paid for dude? To play poker? I DON'T THINK SO! AND this is the only subject he talks about. ALL he talks about is, oh I had this great hand last nite, blah blah blah - Maybe you need a good hand-JOB.
ARRRGHHHHH!!!!
Dumb ass people piss me off.

I am driving to work this morning and I get behind every jewish road block* on the fucking road. goddamn maroon minivans everywhere. mexicans on their cell phone cruzin at 40 ion the fast lane on holcomb bridge/jimmy carter/whatever the hell else road name it turns into between here and there.

Also, I hate dieting. I am trying to not eat carbs and it fucking sucks too. So my boyfriend wants to eat at Savage pizza. Gee honi, I really don't want to go there, there really isn't anything on the menu for me except for ANOTHER fucking salad, and I am so sick of salads. I need some real food.

I was also trying to eliminate caffeine from my diet - I don't really drink all that much to begin with. I mean - I don't HAVE to have coffee everyday, and I don't drink it everyday, but sometimes, I just want a little kick start in the morning. So I have decided that I am not going to eliminate caffeine and I am going to begin right now.
later~

* A Jewish road block can be defined as two cars traveling in separate lanes side by side on a 2 lane road at the same speed not allowing anyone to pass.

BANK OF AMERICA CAN SUCK MY ASS

2005-12-08T10:58:00.000-05:00

I just can’t get a fucking head. My bank extracted TWELVE $31 fees out of my account last month due to insufficient funds. That’s like me taking $400 bucks and burning it. It doesn’t go to anyone but those greedy selfish bastards in corporate fucking America. I swear I would rather not use a bank at all – but I have too many electronic payments attached to it so its more of a pain in the ass than it seems to be worth. When I examined my account more closely, I realized that Capital One was sucking my 228 car payment out on the 2nd instead of the 17th like they were supposed to. So when I called Capital One to correct the situation, the dude on the phone said he took care of it. Well, here we are – one month later and WHEN did the money come out? ON THE SECOND, NOT THE 17th. SO I have to call back AGAIN. To top it off, I was looking at my credit car statement and I swear it said that my minimum payment due on the 4th of Dec was $25 – well, since I have no fucking money – I made the minimum payment on the 29th of Nov. – I look at my account today and I have a fucking $39 late fee b/c the minimum payment due wasn’t $25 – it was $58.91! WTF?! How can I misread something like that? I need a financial assistant to handle my money and finances – cuz I SUCK at it. I feel like I’ve had my hands tied for a month now and I can’t seem to get out of the red! I’m not even in debt all that much but it is so frustrating when I can’t afford to even buy xmas presents for anyone. I hate Bank of America.

MySpace

2005-11-22T08:22:00.000-05:00

What the hell is this MySpace thing for us civilians? I mean, I get why bands are into it - and I think its a viable resourcce for bands to use to get their name out and their music heard, but for the random yahoo who just wants to post their picture and see how many "friends" they can acquire? Puh-leez!
For instance, take my friend Mark.
He sends me an email THRU MySpace that he is moving. He doesn't send it to my ACTUAL email, or call. I mean c'mon brutha! I heard from Eric that you were moving anyways, but PUH-LEEZ! Why you can't email me to my email address, like you don't know it or sumpthin? Like you don't have my phone number, like you don't know how to text a sista? Like we only communicate thru MySpace? Do you KNOW how often I check MySpace? Like almost never. The ONLY time I get on is if i get a request to be added to someone's "elite" group of friends. Ooooooooooooo can I PLEASE be your stupid friend? Who the hell are you? Does anyone else get those random emails from some dude in africa or india who wants to be your friend because you are soo beautiful? - and the english is always all broken, mispelled and hard to read like this:

halo. my nam is achmedilatillione and i think u like the same things i like. u r soo beutiful. maybe some times u like to chat with me. ok i will not bother you no more.
hope to hear from u.

by the way - in my head his name is pronoucned like this: (AK-med-a-TILL-EE-own) but who the hell knows what goes on in my head...

Ok, I actually made that last one up, but here is an ACTUAL email sent to me last wednesday from this guy:

Hello Dear,

I feel much gratitude to drop mail to you and ask you How you are, hope you are doing well, good, anyway my mail to you might sound so some how to you, but i Would love you to understand it as a matured woman You are,really i can tell you through your picture i picturized, you really look good to me and meanwhile i Was very pleased, confidence in having such a woman Like you beside my life, but only if you would'nt mind, Again, i would also let you to understand that this world Is a global place in which any body can find his nor her Lover from any part of the world despise the race nor Age, more so, age has nothing to contribute in relationship and it was just a number,so what matters Alot in every relationship is, trust, love, interest, and understanding, so dear i would like to interchange email With you so we can proceed gradually for future if you Would'nt mind, though am from africa, but take a note That we came from does not matter,meanwhile we were Created with same God, deffinitely we are one no matter the colour, so this is my email, jerry_boyfriend@yahoo.co.uk or jerry_boyfriend@hotmail.com
Thanks, looking forward to hear from you as well,
JERRY NOR TERRY"

What the hell is this guy thinkin?
Why is he emailing me?
I honestly don't even know what he is saying to me the english is so broken and confusing. I mean, he is already assuming he is my boyfriend, did you see his email address? That's quite and ASSumption, u know?
What, I'm gonna move to Senegal to be with you so we can live happily ever after and our 15 children can run around with bones in their noses and earlobe holes so large you can pass a cantalope thru them with out touching the sides?? I think not.
Silly Negro...

Cold Gas

2005-11-18T08:04:00.000-05:00

What's the deal with pumping gas when its cold? I went to the QT on the way in to work this morning and out of 12 pumps, there is ONE opening. Hooray! (I think) So I pull in, line myself up real nice, get all my change ready so I can go in and purchase a tasty caffinated beverage for my ride in (should I get french vanilla? mix it up with some hot chocolate? ooooo maybe they have that steamed flavored milk I can add to it...or maybe they have some fun holiday flavors like pumpkin spice or gingerbread like star-chucks...) so I get out and slide my little card in the slot, go thru all the appropriate actions and stick the nozzle into the hole to ejaculate the low-grade, 87, $2 and 8 cent per gallon into my fuel sucking transport. Ya know that little thingy you can flip down so it pumps automatically? Well, that little shit wouldn't stick. Everytime I would squeeze the handle, the damn handle snapped back, I did this like 10-15 times before I got all pissed off. The damn machine pumped 59 cents, stopped. Then I had to re-swipe, it pumped $2 and 37 cents, stopped and thats when I peeled out of my space to find a new one, of which there wasn't, of course. I ended up having to back into a space, probably cutting someone off that had been waiting, but DAMNIT, I earned that friggin spot!! So I re-swipe, AGAIN, and this time, it works. I storm inside and tell the canadian gas station attendant, in a very firm tone, & with much reservation how he might want to disable the faulty pump becuase it is malfunctioning. The canadian is sympathetic to my needs, and I try to contain my anger for I know it is not his fault. I go over to the coffee bar and make my specialized concoction, then go to stand in line at his register. He apologized for my inconvienence and I got a free cup of coffee too!

Now I am just looking forward to tonight's Butch Walker show! Yipee!!!!!!!!!!

I love Butch!

LOVE HIM!!!

Does anyone remember the TI 99 4A?

2005-11-08T16:00:00.000-05:00

I have been traveling back in time for the past couple of days. I went to my parents house and found this:

This is a sweet system, eh?
This was my first computer. I remember sitting there typing out all this junk like

100 FOR N=1 to 8
110 CALL HCHAR(N,1,24+N*8,32)
120 NEXT N
130 FOR N=1 TO 16
140 CALL SCREEN(N)
150 FOR DELAY=1 TO 300
160 NEXT DELAY
170 CALL COLOR(N,N,1)
180 NEXT N
190 END

and all this would change the foreground and background color.
Weeeee!
...and it was the coolest thing EVER....in 1982 that is!

I also found a bunch of journals that included everything I had done that day down to the outfit I had on WITH shoes, the outfits my friends had on, the song that was playing on the way to the mall (because when I was 14 and 15 that's the only place me and my friends went to) - we would hang out, go to TILT - the video game store, then to Spencers Gifts and look at stuff, then to Turtles to look at CD's, then hang out in the food court, then go to the pay phones to call someone(yeah thats right, PRE-cell phone days), I found other stuff I kept up with like yearbooks from 5th & 6th grade, songs lyrics I had written out,

But as I stumbled upoon this gem from high school, my jaw dropped to the floor when I realzed what it was exactly. It was a list. Made in my senior year at some point before I turned 18. Are you ready for this? The list was of all the boys I had ever kissed or made out with and I put little stars next to the ones I had slept with!
When I realized exactly what it was, I kept saying, OMG, OMG, NO WAY.
Now don't think I was a dirty little hooker or anything - there were only like 2 people with stars by their names. But the reason I can pinpoint WHEN I had made the list is because I know one of the names on the list who doesn't have a star next to him, should; so the list would have had to been made before that star was "earned" so to speak.

It's funny what we keep, what we remember, who we don't.
Friends Forever,
Lylas, (Love ya like a sis)
I'll never forget you
BFF
Get Laid this summer
Party your ass off this summer, I know you will
C U Next Tuesday!

I can't remember MOST of those people. Sad isn't it?
But then again, I only knew them from 1st grade - 7th (1980-1987) and then never saw most of them ever again because we moved from Indiana to Georgia in 1988.

Crazy.
I will have to add some of my yearbook exerpts and photos to this entry to document this time period in my life. I will do this sometime this week.
For now, I am off to make crazy wild monkey love with my boyfriend -
ciao~!

Rice-a-Roni!

2005-10-01T17:16:00.000-05:00

Rice a roni!

Why am I such a bitch?

2005-10-01T13:05:00.000-05:00

So I am sitting here waiting for everyone to get their errands finished with so we can head on out of Santa Cruz and up to San Francisco. We're going to tool around the city and then head up to Alcatraz. Should be fun.
So while I am killing time, I thought I would write.

Something is on my mind.

I wrote this terrible awful mean email to someone I used to be friends with and now she will probably never talk to me again. (not that she was speaking to me before)
She is one of those people who are very self-involved and overly dramatic and who thinks she is better than other people and for what reason I don't know.
We used to work together at Planet Hollywood in Atlanta and we used to be very close. Well, as close as you can get when your entire relationship is built in a bar after work with many many cocktails consumed. I guess maybe when you're drunk - everyone is tour friend and maybe u don't always see people for who they truly are. But it wasn't like we only hung out in the bar. I think we did other stuff during days off in the hours of sunlight...i think..i know she helped me to paint my room when I moved into the place on St. Charles. But anyways, back to the issue at hand - I don't know how much time I have.

So my roomate and I threw a big party last weekend and I didn't invite her. Somehow she got wind of it (she wasn't mad or anything) but she wrote me this email:
"heard you moved -- where are you now? how was your partay? ridiculous and drunk, i'm sure. anyway, just wanted to say hi and to see how you're doing."

I don't know how that sounds to you, but to me it sounds kind of pompous. So it kind of pissed me off. I had kept the email in my inbox for a few days, contemplating weather to
A. ignore it completely or
2. rip her a new one
I should have done A. But instead I did 2.
Here is what it wrote:

"I really don't appreciate your high and mighty attitude you always take. "ridiculous & drunk" it was not. EVERYONE had a great time and no one got out of control. You must be referring the parties from St. Charles from 5+ years ago, but then again, maybe it was you who was the ridiculous drunk with all your drama. But I guess u were only like 19 then too. What are you 23 now?

Don't pretend to be my friend. You are obviously self-consumed with your new http://dictionary.reference.com/search?r=2&q=hoity-toity hoity-toity friends and can't associate yourself with anyone who doesn't impress those around you. Way to go idaho.
The only time you ever try and contact any of your old friends is when you have some sort of announcement or reason for everything to revolve around you. If you DO ever decide to grace us with your fabulous presence, (i believe the last time was over a yr ago at deanna's birthday?) you pretend like u want to hang out with us and that it is US that never call or contact you when you very well KNOW that THAT is some major bullshit.
And don't even try to pull that whining shit about no one showed up to your stupid birthday party at the mexican place - Deanna very much tried to be there for you and call to give you a reason why she could not but you are so selfish that you decided to be angry with her and gave her the cold shoulder. I think Dee informed me that you were all pissed off at me b/c I didn't show either but I had already given up on your dramatic pathetic ass. I also heard that you were all pissed off another time because I didn't call you to check on your sister's health when she was going thru that stuff?

I have something to say about that.

In case u don't remember, let me enlighten you on what was going on with me. I had had NO REAL JOB offers or work in FOUR YEARS. I had been BARELY making it as a fuckin waitress, or doing telemarketing, or some shit $8/hr job just to be able to pay my rent and eat sometimes - the ENTIRE time searching diligently all over the country for a job - any job that had SOMETHING to do wtih graphic design and doing what i love. But to no avail.
I had JUST moved back from Colorado and from my boyfriend who (at the time) I loved and missed very much. And I was TRYING to re-connect with my friends here in Atlanta - most of whom had abandoned me and not bothered trying to stay in touch with me once I had moved away. It's almost like starting over again, b/c these "friends" had already moved on with their lives, realized how to get along and do things with out me in their lives and were doing just fine on their own. It's true. You really learn who your TRUE friends are once you move away.

I was 27 years old, living in my parents basement, unemployed and miserable. If I didn't have such a high-value of my own life, I might have been suicidal - but I was DEFINITELY depressed. I don't expect you to understand.
And you have the nerve to get "upset" with me at that time because I wasn't overly concerned with everything in YOUR life? Well, excuse me, I am so sorry I didn't call to console you. I was busy trying not to give up hope on everything around me at the time.

So as I said earlier, don't try and pretend to be my friend. At one time I called you that, but it was a time when we were all "ridiculous & drunk". A friend doesn't just email u once in a while when they want praise or presents or congradulations just to hang on desparetly to the few people in their lives they haven't shit on.
A friend calls you just to see how you are.
I can't remember anytime that you have ever done that.
Hope u have a nice life."

Then about an hour later I wrote this:

"Hey-
I realize I like totally went off on you this morning. I shouldn't have punished you for things that were obviously my issues to deal with. What can I say - I'm a bitch. I was taking something out on you for no good reason - sometimes I can be a bit "snappy-doo" myself.
Anyways, just wanted to say that I am sorry and I shouldn't have said any of those things.
Hope u don't want me to burn in hell or anything...although I probably will.
~E"

Why am I such a bitch?
I feel so completely horrible and awful about it now and there'e absolutely NOTHING I can do about it! It's eating away at me. ugh. Why did I feel I needed to hand it to her so harshly? What can I do to make it right?
Why am I such a bitch?

Jonny Mosley is a HOTTIE HOTTERSON.

2005-09-30T00:01:00.000-05:00

---the saga continues---

Ok, so we left off yesterday with a little frustration and alot of moisture damage. After I got all settled down over the small flood in my satchel, I sat down and started talking to the cute boy in the seat across the aisle. He is a very nice, just graduated from law-school Guatemalan named Salvador (like Dali - but not).

We talked for about 20 minutes or so while the plane took off and then both decided to stretch out and get some shut-eye. To my utter delight, the plane was very empty towards the back and the stewardess informed us that if we wanted to move somewhere else and stretch out - that we were more than welcome to. YIPEE! There were 3 unoccupied seats in front of me. Sweet. I put all those arm rests up, kicked my shoes off, grabbed 2 blankets for a pillow and 1 to cover up with and had the most comfortable airplane seats EVER. You couldn't pay me to move to first class. THIS was high class. I figured I had at LEAST a $600 seat with all this room. So I had that goin for me....

So we finally get off the plane, I move up and talk to the boy a bit more while we are landing and de-boarding, he gets my # and we part ways. (like we're gonna "hang-out" while we're both on vacation visitng friends here or something? plus, the dude lives in GUATEMALA!)

My friend Kathy B picks me up and we are off like a prom dress!

So, we drive around San Fran with no real agenda, drive over the Golden Gate Bridge

and then over to one of her friends apartements. We discover there is this thing called Icer Air going on TODAY! What is that? Well, I'm glad u asked, They haul 150 tons of shaved ice to San Francisco and set up an 800-foot long ski jump course on one of the city's steepest hills (18% grade!). Here's the article. PLUS, to top things off, the temperature was 80 degrees! Talk about bizarro! The best part of all this, is that we arrived to the scene right at 3:45 when everything was ending, but also, PERFECT timing! We are struggling up this hill (and lemme tell u - this street is super steep) and get to the bottom of the snow packed street

and lo and behold who comes flying down the jump? Jonny Mosley.

Man is that guy hot.

So, naturally, I am a bit star struck b/c
A. he is s super hottie and
2.he's a fantastic skier.

So anwyays, its kinda funny, cuz all these people are trying to jump in and take photos with him while he is also trying to interview with some tv crew and he just tells everyone to follow him and they do. So this is where the most action-packed 10 minutes of the day happens. Everyone is crowded around him at the bottom of the hill and these 15 yr old catholic school girls have just gotten his autograph and are freaking out, screaming beatles-esque style.

Just beyond the swarm of people around Mosley, is a bum finding his lunch out of the nearby trashcan on top of newspaper racks.

In the background, the bus that was crossing the intersection has just been de-railed from its electric protrusions that power it.

Called the MUNI, a "trolley bus" is a rubber-tired vehicle with motors powered by electricity from overhead wires.

Me & my friends are astounded at all that is going on and are just standing back and laughing our ass off while watching the bus driver try to remove it from the middle of the intersection. Hilarity ensues. :)

After all that commotion, we head off towards Fisherman's Wharf

to take a gander at the sea lions. On the way there, we encounter the "World Famous Bushman...2006"

This is a homeless guy who sits on his box, behind two large twigs of shrubery.

Unsuspecting people walk by, consumed in themselves or their surroundings (or just doing what most people do and ignore homeless people in their obvious line of sight) and the bush-man shakes his twigs and scares them. On the other side of the street are about 100 people just standing there, waiting and watching for the next victim to cross his path. More hilarity ensues.

So we walk down to Pier 39, passing all types of interesting charachters and street performers along the way, and go watch the sea lions fight for their space on the dock.

It is about 5 o'clock PST now, I have been up and "going" now since 5:30am EST (that's about 15 hrs straight going on 4 anda half hrs sleep the nite B4). It has been a FULL day and I am pooped. Plus, the Smallville season premiere is on tonight and there is nothing that will keep me from that. It's a guilty pleasure and I don't care if u poke fun of me, Clark and Lex are HOTT and that is an excellent show.

Thank u goodnight! Don't forget to tip your waitresses! Try the veal!

Moisture Damage & hindsight

2005-09-29T23:21:00.000-05:00

Oh boy - what a day.

Let's begin at the beginning, shall we? (Seems a reasonable place to start eh?)
5:30am: alarm sounding. ugh. GOTTA get up and make my plane to San Fran.
SUPPOSSED to leave BY NO LATER THAN 6:15.
I leave at 6:30.
SHIT!SHIT!SHIT!
So it's 6:30...and I am going like 90 to the airport.
Sweet.
I decide that instead of going to the park and ride I always go to for 6 bucks a day, I'll just pull into the very first one I see - so it will be closer to the airport and there will be no chance I will miss my plane. Now, keep in mind that I haven't actually looked at the clock again yet since I've left my house - but this doesn't dawn on me at the time b/c its early and I've had very little sleep due to the fun date I was on the previous night. So anwyays - I realize (too late that is) that I am at the corporate fucking bullshit park-n-ride that's ELEVEN DAMN DOLLARS A FRIGGIN DAY!
FAN-FUCKIN-TASTIC.
Let's see, that's $11 times 6 days= $66.
great.
Ok - get over it Emily - you gotta get yer ass to the airport and go on your trip and have a fun time. Just forget about it. I get to the correct cocourse before I check the time and it is 7:07. Damnit, I totally woulda had plenty of time to park at the cheaper spot. Well, hindsight is 20/20 ain't it?
So, I'm waiting for the plane to board - and I decide to text blog a msg from my phone. I spend about 30 minutes texting until my thumb is raw and right when I get to the end and I am about to press SEND - my phone freezes up. WTF? Ok-that sux. Because had u people been able to read it - it was clever and funny. In case u ever notice - I usually blog first thing in the morning when I am at my most profound and the cleverness level seems to soar...sometimes.
So - ok - get over it Emily, it's not really that big of deal - don't get upset about it.
So now it's time to board the plane.
Oh but let me tell u about the stupid flight attendant.
So, everyone has flown before, I can assume.
When u board the plane, the cockpit is the only thing to the right, right?
Ok. That's settled.
So we're truckin down the ramp and as we approach the plane I can hear the most high-pitched, insincere voice explaining to people the "directions" to their seats.
Like no shit lady, it's DOWN the aisle? U mean - it's NOT to the left towards the pilot?
Well no shit sherlock.

So I get up there and she's asking me where my seat is. I show her my boarding pass and she starts to tell me where to go, "go down and to the left". I honestly thought she was finished with her directions b/c the woman in front of me just got a "straight back" direction. THAT's when I started thinking to myself, well NO SHIT - where the hell else would it be? I almost said it aloud - but I refrained. (it was tuff) - so she says to me - left - so I start heading back consumed in my own smart-ass remarks I would have liked to say to her - laughing to myself. I glance back and she kind of scoffs. I guess b/c she wasn't finished with her instructions on how to "find" my seat. This is what i was thinking and what I WANTED to say:

Oh, really? It's back this way? Look lady - I know my alphabet, and I know how to count. I BET that I can find my seat ALL by myself! Amazing isn't it?!

Okay, so before that incident, I had carefully placed my popeye's cup of water with lid in my satchel so as to have less to carry while I am trying to shimmy down the aisles with my luggage. So i get to my seat ALL the way back in 46E (extreme back of the plane. seriously. last row by the bathrooms.) I set my bag down and instantly remember the water - oops! I open my satchel and lo and behold - everything is swimming. There is about 2 inches of water in there. Oh great - my ipod is completely submerged in water. So I am cursing under my breath. Trying not to let the cute boy in the seat next to me hear me. But it is futile. I empty the contents of my bag and scurry to the bathroom to dump out the remaining water. In my haste, I should have made absolutely sure there was nothing else in there. But again. Hindsight. DAMN U HINDSIGHT! (shaking my fists in the air towards the sky)
I go back to my seat and the stewardess (or whatever the hell the PC term is) asks me if that is my phone in the sink.
MY FUCKIN PHONE is SWIMMING in a puddle in the airplane bathroom sink. It wasn't swimming BEFORE I dumped the entire contents of the bag out. NO, it was stored securely in a upper pocket in an unzipped zipper area. But in my haste, I had dumped it into the water and caused (what I found out later to be) irreversible "moisture damage".

--- we interrupt this broadcast --- please stay tuned for the rest of this exciting and action-packed day tomorrow ---details at 11---

504-460-9805 STUPID FUCKER

2005-09-20T08:04:00.000-05:00

Last night I found out the true power of pussy.

I came home last nite around 11:30 and after 6 captain and cokes and a walk home from the bar, I had dozed off around 12-ish or so....

Dead asleep....
out cold...
a capt n coke induced sleep...
gone to the world...
I do not awaken easily from this....

2:30 am
I kept tossing & turning and in the state of mind somewhere between sleep, dream and reality of surroundings I kept imagining that someone was trying to get in the house because I thought I had heard a knocking type of sound. I would become slightly concious and then attribute it to my cats trying to get out of my room or something like that and quickly return to beautiful sleepland USA.
Until the heart-stopping pounding noise awoken me for real.
Now let me preface this by explaining the layout of our apartment and how far my bedroom is from the front door. In a shotgun type style I am the 3rd room from the door. (see image)

I opened my bedroom door just as he is pounding the loudest and hardest to then seeing my roomate opening the door to the screened in porch to temporary neighbor (and temporary, DEFINITELY NOW FORMER) hookup Mike from downstairs.
"Drunk again, and looking to score" as Offspring so eloquently stated in the early to mid 90's.
My roomate (God love her) begin handing him his ass on a platter with extra fries and special sauce.

I am standing in the doorway to my bedroom with a look of disgust & disbelief on my face.

I slam my door shut...wait till I hear her slam the door to the front porch until I emerge again. APPARENTLY he had been calling her phone psychotically and obsessively over & over & over since 1am and pounding on her door and the wall beside it for at least 30 minutes. And this is the SECOND time he has done this. He already was told once how upset she was the first time and how she has to get up at 5:30 am and teach 1st graders ALL DAY LONG. How he is jeapordizing her career and on and on with the stuff most people know better about.

So she gets rid of his stupid drunk ass and we both try & go back to sleep. I don't know about you, but after being awoken like that, it was hard to lie back down. Especailly since the alcohol had worn off (damn!) :)
My mind begins racing...
"I'm going to get his # from my roomate tomorrow morning and call his ass incessentaly all morning from 6am on and wake his ass up....u dont wake ME up....fucker....now my damn cats are fighting cuz they think its time to get up for the day....stupid fucker....oh i know what i'm gonna do...i'll post his phone # on my blog and write about it and let anyone who reads it call him and tell him what an ass he is too....yes...excellent....am i evil? yes i am....u dont fuck with me and my sleep!"

So...
HERE IS HIS PHONE #:

504-460-9805

Preface it with a *67 so it blocks your phone # from showing up on his caller id.
His name is Mike.
Call him early and often.

peace out bitches!

Does it count?

2005-09-16T09:44:00.000-05:00

Okay, so I get to work this morning and I ask the dude if he got anything in the mail last nite. He responds with a shrug and a look and says waht are you talking about? AND I BELIEVED HIM...but then he broke and ACKNOWLEDGED that his stupid girlfriend handed him the letter and said I think there's somehting in it like a penny or something...so do know what he did? HE THREW IT AWAY! He didn't even open it! So now he is prancing around the office boasting how it didn't count because he never actually "touched" the penny and since I was getting so "upset" about it that he had won! I wasn't UPSET as he put it - but I do believe I made a big deal about how it most definitely DID count since the penny was last in his possession.
Right?!
RIGHT?
RIGHT!

I WIN!