Today begins a month of extraordinary travel for my job. Really, once I put it out there, most people, including me, would say, "Oh, that's not so bad." Then I put it in the context of "I love the organized schedule of my usual life and so does my daughter", and it makes me a little stressed. Thank goodness I will have time to throw in some personal fun (although I should probably take it easier on that since I recently had the good luck to strand myself an hour away from home with a dead battery just because I wanted to be a badass on the banked track too).
Today, I leave for California at 6:45 p.m. CDT. Tomorrow, I work for at least twelve and a half hours, which includes a presentation on a subject that gives me indigestion and an evening meeting with Asia Pac that makes my eyes feel very droopy. I return home at 10:00 p.m. CDT on Thursday. Friday, we camp; Saturday, we jump out of a plane; and Sunday, we return home for Zeigfest! Woohoo!
Halloween plans are shaping up nicely, including a Ghostland Observatory show that I have been looking forward to since July. A long-lost friend from Austin will be joining me and my sister, but no word on whether I can get everyone to dress up yet. The Friday after Halloween, I'm finally going to a University of Houston football game, almost twenty years after I received my bachelor's degree. Good times!
The next trip to California will be November 7-9. This one is extra special because the family will also be dealing with the opening weekend of deer season and the only flight I could take back gets me home at 12:30 a.m. CST on November 10. Why is this the only flight? I have to give the October 20th presentation on a subject that gives me indigestion to a Houston audience at noon CST on November 10th, after giving a presentation on my wonderful Community of Practice at 2:00 p.m. PST on November 9th. Loving my job right about now! May try to throw in a visit to the Renfest the weekend of the 13th, or The Kitten will hate me forever.
Don't worry; I'm not finished yet. I'm getting the 36 hours of professional development I need to complete my annual goals at a conference in Washington, DC, November 16-18. At least I get to see The Yankee on that trip and hopefully come home in one piece. Last time we partied in DC, I danced on a bar. Shocking, I know. I think I lost those pictures when my computer died this summer; well, it was either those or the videos from Key West. It's a good thing the proof of either is hard to find.
And that, my friends, is my upcoming month of extraordinary travel for my job. When I get home on November 19th or 20th (haven't decided yet), I'll have already started on ten extraordinary days of no work at all. Could be worse, y'all, could be worse.
Showing posts with label acting a fool. Show all posts
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Yet Another Weekend Full of Wine
This past weekend, I attended the Gruene Music & Wine Fest. Although I've been to Gruene, a quaint little town on the Guadalupe River snuggled up next to New Braunfels, many times, this was the first time I had the opportunity to attend the wine fest. I highly recommend a visit to Gruene any time of the year, but this was an especially enjoyable weekend, as you will see.
My sister and I took off about 10 a.m. on Friday with her family's pop-up trailer in tow. I, of course, made her stop at Buc-ee's in Luling even though she was very nervous pulling the pop-up around. Thankfully, they expanded the parking lot recently, and she had no problem getting in and out of there. Things were not as easy when we arrived at the campground about an hour later.
A sign at the campground informed us that we could pick any site except for those marked reserved. My sister was looking for one in particular. When we got to 100, a reserved sign was sitting on the table so we continued driving and quickly noticed that there were no more campsites with hook-ups past 100. Trying to turn a camper around with a cliff on one side and the river on the other is not easy, and about halfway through the task, someone starts screaming about how they are going to pee on themselves from laughing about it. No, it wasn't me, but when my sister brought it up, well yeah, then I started laughing so hard I almost peed too. It took us a while to turn back around and stake a claim on campsite 99, but luckily, there was a guy who witnessed us doubled over in holding back pee mode and helped us back the damn trailer into the site. And who cares?
We were at the river! Later that night, my sister got really trashed and tried to climb through a fence when a gate was two feet to her left, but you really had to be there to appreciate that.
You might have noticed that I started this post in a very mature tone, but it has quickly gone south. Ok, at least I tried.
Saturday at the wine fest was kick-ass. A good friend had joined us by now, and we quickly turned into the trio of women who caused a stir. That's my sister in the headdress.
And that's our friend in the Groucho Marx getup.
I have no idea how I became the normal one this weekend.
The tastings included wine from none other than Miranda Lambert's own line and an award-winner from the podunk town I couldn't wait to leave. The picture directly above was taken in Gruene Hall where we saw the cutest little fiddle-player who we all wanted to sample. Meow...
One thing I realized from this weekend was that I should be the normal one more often and take amazing pictures to remember everything. I'm sure I'll feel more like myself by next weekend.
My sister and I took off about 10 a.m. on Friday with her family's pop-up trailer in tow. I, of course, made her stop at Buc-ee's in Luling even though she was very nervous pulling the pop-up around. Thankfully, they expanded the parking lot recently, and she had no problem getting in and out of there. Things were not as easy when we arrived at the campground about an hour later.
A sign at the campground informed us that we could pick any site except for those marked reserved. My sister was looking for one in particular. When we got to 100, a reserved sign was sitting on the table so we continued driving and quickly noticed that there were no more campsites with hook-ups past 100. Trying to turn a camper around with a cliff on one side and the river on the other is not easy, and about halfway through the task, someone starts screaming about how they are going to pee on themselves from laughing about it. No, it wasn't me, but when my sister brought it up, well yeah, then I started laughing so hard I almost peed too. It took us a while to turn back around and stake a claim on campsite 99, but luckily, there was a guy who witnessed us doubled over in holding back pee mode and helped us back the damn trailer into the site. And who cares?
You might have noticed that I started this post in a very mature tone, but it has quickly gone south. Ok, at least I tried.
Saturday at the wine fest was kick-ass. A good friend had joined us by now, and we quickly turned into the trio of women who caused a stir. That's my sister in the headdress.
And that's our friend in the Groucho Marx getup.
I have no idea how I became the normal one this weekend.
The tastings included wine from none other than Miranda Lambert's own line and an award-winner from the podunk town I couldn't wait to leave. The picture directly above was taken in Gruene Hall where we saw the cutest little fiddle-player who we all wanted to sample. Meow...
One thing I realized from this weekend was that I should be the normal one more often and take amazing pictures to remember everything. I'm sure I'll feel more like myself by next weekend.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
April Fool's Lasts All Month Around Here
Here's a preview of the Catazon's April 2010:
Now remind me why I'm not going to the Tiki Bar again. Happy April anyway! Usually the best month of the year, but this one has only a couple of bright spots.
BTW...I will be skating in Houston (against Houston Roller Derby) in May. This is not a joke...more info to come. This Cat just won't die, and maybe there's still breath in Catazonia yet.
Oh, and I'm doing NaPoWriMo again!
No, that's the real April Fool's joke.
- Good Friday - My 9/80 and The Kitten is looking forward to Iowa Tests being over...girls' day of fun!
- Easter - My 12th wedding anniversary...good way to get out of celebrating it.
- April 5th - A short trip to California...Trader Joe's is calling my name; that and a presentation on Lessons Learned (ick!)
- April 10th - My first bout this season with Crude City Roller Derby...yes, I'm on the roster of a league that is four hours away; come be a fool and watch me!
- April 16th - The day I should be going to the Tiki Bar opening in Maryland again but am instead being a good wife and mother for a change...boo sauce!
- April 21st - The day I was born, 40 years ago...and no, there will not be a party because somebody expects me to send the invitations, clean the house, buy the food and drinks, act as a hostess, etc. (Bite me!)
Now remind me why I'm not going to the Tiki Bar again. Happy April anyway! Usually the best month of the year, but this one has only a couple of bright spots.
BTW...I will be skating in Houston (against Houston Roller Derby) in May. This is not a joke...more info to come. This Cat just won't die, and maybe there's still breath in Catazonia yet.
Oh, and I'm doing NaPoWriMo again!
No, that's the real April Fool's joke.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
All My Tweets Come True!
Yesterday, after receiving a ticket for not wearing a seatbelt and then tailgating another officer while still not wearing a seatbelt, I joked about setting a record for non-moving violations. Today, I received another ticket for not wearing a seatbelt...from the same officer who gave me a ticket yesterday. I just laughed.
Yesterday, the officer asked for my license without any hint of friendliness. Today, I smiled widely and and asked him "How are you doing today?" He just shook his head. I told him "I never wear it" (I don't believe it should be against the law, and I certainly don't believe that people should be pulled over only for not wearing seatbelts). He wrote that it in the comments on the ticket. Huh?
Today, he tried to walk off without being friendly again. I said, "See you tomorrow!" Then he actually smiled. Surprise, surprise...he gave me a tip. Tomorrow, he will be at the Valero on Memorial writing tickets for blocking the intersection instead of chasing people down Memorial for not wearing a seatbelt. I told him "Well, I never do that!" ;)
(Oh, and I lied about never wearing a seatbelt. My daughter usually makes me when she's in the car. For the record, that's three seatbelt tickets this year...I wonder if I can start a fund during open enrollment to help pay for these?...a small price to pay for libertarianism.)
Yesterday, the officer asked for my license without any hint of friendliness. Today, I smiled widely and and asked him "How are you doing today?" He just shook his head. I told him "I never wear it" (I don't believe it should be against the law, and I certainly don't believe that people should be pulled over only for not wearing seatbelts). He wrote that it in the comments on the ticket. Huh?
Today, he tried to walk off without being friendly again. I said, "See you tomorrow!" Then he actually smiled. Surprise, surprise...he gave me a tip. Tomorrow, he will be at the Valero on Memorial writing tickets for blocking the intersection instead of chasing people down Memorial for not wearing a seatbelt. I told him "Well, I never do that!" ;)
(Oh, and I lied about never wearing a seatbelt. My daughter usually makes me when she's in the car. For the record, that's three seatbelt tickets this year...I wonder if I can start a fund during open enrollment to help pay for these?...a small price to pay for libertarianism.)
Monday, June 29, 2009
Hitting a Car was the Highlight of My Week
Last Monday, I floated the Comal River like a rookie. Maybe it was because it was The Kitten's first time to float the river, and I was a little nervous, hoping she would love tubing as much as I do. Maybe it was a bit of showing off in front of my cousins on my dad's side who all are younger than me. Maybe it was way too much cider. But anyway, I fried my legs for the first time in twenty years. And not just fried all over...burned in a candy-cane pattern. Yes, I have red and white diagonal stripes up and down the fronts of my legs. Lovely!
Still, my candy-cane legs can't top the marks I received from skating the Pride Parade Saturday night. Before the parade even started, I hit a car. Poor car! It was just minding its own business, and I came along and tripped into it. It was too dark to see how bad my Catazonianess damaged it, but the bruise on my upper arm says there might have been a dent in the passenger door. The bruise is even bigger than the one when I fell in the clothes hamper, which you can actually see in the picture on my Blogger profile. Nice!
By the way, I'm waiting to see pictures from that night, so if you have any of the roller derby girls rolling down Westheimer, either on wheels or on the ground wrastling, put 'em out there! And thanks, Rushin' Cleavage, for such an enjoyable evening. ;)
I didn't think the week could get any better than once again getting the crap beat out of me by stationary objects, but then I went to a Roger Creager concert yesterday evening, right smack-dab in the middle of what I like to think of as my old 'hood (Oak Forest), and I know it's hard to believe that only about 75-100 people would brave the heat wave from hell to see him at such a great venue (a little league ballfield), but the few, the brave, the crazy were rewarded with a free beer from Roger himself. Awesome.
Still, my candy-cane legs can't top the marks I received from skating the Pride Parade Saturday night. Before the parade even started, I hit a car. Poor car! It was just minding its own business, and I came along and tripped into it. It was too dark to see how bad my Catazonianess damaged it, but the bruise on my upper arm says there might have been a dent in the passenger door. The bruise is even bigger than the one when I fell in the clothes hamper, which you can actually see in the picture on my Blogger profile. Nice!
By the way, I'm waiting to see pictures from that night, so if you have any of the roller derby girls rolling down Westheimer, either on wheels or on the ground wrastling, put 'em out there! And thanks, Rushin' Cleavage, for such an enjoyable evening. ;)
I didn't think the week could get any better than once again getting the crap beat out of me by stationary objects, but then I went to a Roger Creager concert yesterday evening, right smack-dab in the middle of what I like to think of as my old 'hood (Oak Forest), and I know it's hard to believe that only about 75-100 people would brave the heat wave from hell to see him at such a great venue (a little league ballfield), but the few, the brave, the crazy were rewarded with a free beer from Roger himself. Awesome.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Summertime!
My plans for the official beginning of the summer season, Memorial Day Weekend:
1. Act a fool at my sister's 3rd Annual Karaoke Birthday Bash on Friday night.
2. Finally get a haircut after at least nine months of hippie hair (can't really remember the last one).
3. Finally buy some new tennies now that the ones I bought on the way to the 2006 HRD championship bout when I could only wear one of them are making a weird clicky noise when I walk the streets at lunchtime.
4. Be jealous of everyone on the river while I play on The Kitten's slip and slide.
I love summertime! I'm sure I'll think of more fun summertime things to do over the next four days, but that's a good start. Who knows...the last three might kill me, or at least just make me die a little bit inside.
1. Act a fool at my sister's 3rd Annual Karaoke Birthday Bash on Friday night.
2. Finally get a haircut after at least nine months of hippie hair (can't really remember the last one).
3. Finally buy some new tennies now that the ones I bought on the way to the 2006 HRD championship bout when I could only wear one of them are making a weird clicky noise when I walk the streets at lunchtime.
4. Be jealous of everyone on the river while I play on The Kitten's slip and slide.
I love summertime! I'm sure I'll think of more fun summertime things to do over the next four days, but that's a good start. Who knows...the last three might kill me, or at least just make me die a little bit inside.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Please Pardon the Interruption...
As previously explained, I took a brief break from reality this past weekend. I claimed to be "helping out" my Brawlers as they played one of the best roller derby teams in Texas. Once I saw the proof of it, I realized what I really did was stand around and make funny faces as well as be distracted by my reality. Yes, I'm waving to The Kitten, and yes, there seem to be a million pics of me standing around. Sometimes I prayed (see the blurry score behind me..the number not in double digits is ours). Sometimes I did look a bit like my old self (you can see my butt that sent that jammer flying). Mostly I had fun even though I felt (and still feel) pain.
I was reminded of some of the reasons I quit. My husband having to drag my daughter away from me, kicking and screaming because she wanted to stay and have fun. Being put in the penalty box for two things that I know I didn't do and not even getting a minor for blatantly (although not purposely) tripping the jammer. (Don't get me wrong on this...I respect the refs, but I think we've made their job next to impossible.) Knowing that no matter how hard I try, it's not going to be enough for somebody, anybody.
What really brought me back to reality though is seeing for sure that all the weight I lost while on the cardio program is back. I can't wait to get in that leopard-print tankini I ordered! Meow!
I was reminded of some of the reasons I quit. My husband having to drag my daughter away from me, kicking and screaming because she wanted to stay and have fun. Being put in the penalty box for two things that I know I didn't do and not even getting a minor for blatantly (although not purposely) tripping the jammer. (Don't get me wrong on this...I respect the refs, but I think we've made their job next to impossible.) Knowing that no matter how hard I try, it's not going to be enough for somebody, anybody.
What really brought me back to reality though is seeing for sure that all the weight I lost while on the cardio program is back. I can't wait to get in that leopard-print tankini I ordered! Meow!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
I'm Not Only Old...I'm Also a Loser!
Two days ago, I gave up on my quest to write a poem a day in April, and yesterday, I turned 39.
It's only right after the weekend I had that I should admit defeat. I mean, the weather in southern Maryland was downright perfect, the drinks were steadily flowing, and the number one derby team in the country kicked some serious butt with me watching. How can I top any of that with a poem on Monday and a birthday on Tuesday? Nope, I can't.
Might as well lay down and die now. ;)
It's only right after the weekend I had that I should admit defeat. I mean, the weather in southern Maryland was downright perfect, the drinks were steadily flowing, and the number one derby team in the country kicked some serious butt with me watching. How can I top any of that with a poem on Monday and a birthday on Tuesday? Nope, I can't.
Might as well lay down and die now. ;)
Friday, October 31, 2008
Day of the Dead Can't Come Soon Enough
October has been a CRAZY BUSY month for me.
I began the month by skating in my last derby bout. In the first of three bouts in two days, I was tripped and took it directly on my right knee (the one that already had problems). At least I pushed their jammer all the way to the middle of the infield with three of their blockers on me right before this happened. You can watch the whole bout if you want. Such a shame opponents must resort to cheating to stop me. Still, I can't believe I could get a pad over my knee to skate the other two bouts. Isn't it symbolic, don't you think?
A week or so later, I saw a legend from the front row, thanks to a derby girl who I'm proud to call a friend also. You couldn't ask for a better front (or back, or only two) of your pack. We've been through it all!
Then, I went to the Corral Club Halloween Party, two days before the derby awards party, and wore the same thing to each. Hmm, maybe that's why I went to both alone...it couldn't be because I'm a nasty dancer...no way. (Image is blurred to protect the innocent, or because I had to steal it from Facebook on my BlackBerry...whatever you prefer.)
Last weekend, I acted like a giddy schoolgirl on the front row of another concert, this time with my sister who took some great pictures. I think I'm going to have to fight her for his sweat towel that I practically jumped up on the stage to steal. You can't ignore me, Rick!
And all these things don't even begin to list all the fun I had in October! Tonight, The Kitten will get to show off her costume to the grandparents she invited over for Halloween almost two months ago. Tomorrow, I can start a much more relaxed month. Unless somebody wants to go to the Ren Faire with me?
I began the month by skating in my last derby bout. In the first of three bouts in two days, I was tripped and took it directly on my right knee (the one that already had problems). At least I pushed their jammer all the way to the middle of the infield with three of their blockers on me right before this happened. You can watch the whole bout if you want. Such a shame opponents must resort to cheating to stop me. Still, I can't believe I could get a pad over my knee to skate the other two bouts. Isn't it symbolic, don't you think?
A week or so later, I saw a legend from the front row, thanks to a derby girl who I'm proud to call a friend also. You couldn't ask for a better front (or back, or only two) of your pack. We've been through it all!
Then, I went to the Corral Club Halloween Party, two days before the derby awards party, and wore the same thing to each. Hmm, maybe that's why I went to both alone...it couldn't be because I'm a nasty dancer...no way. (Image is blurred to protect the innocent, or because I had to steal it from Facebook on my BlackBerry...whatever you prefer.)
Last weekend, I acted like a giddy schoolgirl on the front row of another concert, this time with my sister who took some great pictures. I think I'm going to have to fight her for his sweat towel that I practically jumped up on the stage to steal. You can't ignore me, Rick!
And all these things don't even begin to list all the fun I had in October! Tonight, The Kitten will get to show off her costume to the grandparents she invited over for Halloween almost two months ago. Tomorrow, I can start a much more relaxed month. Unless somebody wants to go to the Ren Faire with me?
Friday, August 22, 2008
I Love the 80's!
So I surf over to the new Houston House of Blues because I hear Ghostland Observatory is playing in October. I've only seen them once and that was quite a while ago, so I would love to check them out again soon. Then...what tha...?!?!?! Rick Springfield is going to be at the House of Blues?!?!?! GLO will be around for a while longer, but Rick Springfield...I so need to jump on that. He has got to be second on my freebie list of 80's rock stars. You know, the freebie list? Not to mention, that concert will be so much more appropriate for a retirement celebration.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Thursday, December 20, 2007
A New Year of Derby
Christmas isn't even over, and advertising has already begun for the 2008 derby season. HRD's all-star travel team is going to Colorado in early February, and we can't do that without money. One of our favorite ways to raise funds is acting like fools singing karaoke.
Two derbyokes ago, I did the L'il Kim part on Lady Marmalade. That alone should have won the Brawlers first place...we were robbed. Suggestions for how I can top that performance are being taken, or just show up and pay for me to do it kamikaze style...you know, where you pick the song and I have to sing it. I figured it might be helpful to clarify that.
Two derbyokes ago, I did the L'il Kim part on Lady Marmalade. That alone should have won the Brawlers first place...we were robbed. Suggestions for how I can top that performance are being taken, or just show up and pay for me to do it kamikaze style...you know, where you pick the song and I have to sing it. I figured it might be helpful to clarify that.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Happy Day of the Dead!
We didn't have very many trick-or-treaters last night. Wonder why?
In honor of El Dia de los Muertos, let's go make sugar skulls!
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Key West
I wish I was still in Key West. Too much fun as you can plainly see...
Oh yeah, and I had a big 'ol crush on the guy singing in the background.
Oh yeah, and I had a big 'ol crush on the guy singing in the background.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Remind Me Why I Play Roller Derby Again?
I mean, really.
I can put bigger bruises on my body by falling into my dirty clothes hamper than the rest of the league can by trying to take me down. Yes, I tripped over my pants and fell into the dirty clothes hamper last night, and yes, my arm hurts.
Most people laugh with me when I make a joke, but my derby sisters take everything a bit too seriously. Can anyone imagine Catazon "walking it out" in front of 1500 people? Revisit the first paragraph if you need some inspiration. Not gonna happen.
A former student came into the library yesterday to tell me that when she sat through x-rays and CAT scans after being thrown from a horse last week and listened to everyone asking her if she would ever get back on a horse again, she thought of me. Yes, she will get back on a horse again. OK, I guess that's a good enough reason.
I can put bigger bruises on my body by falling into my dirty clothes hamper than the rest of the league can by trying to take me down. Yes, I tripped over my pants and fell into the dirty clothes hamper last night, and yes, my arm hurts.
Most people laugh with me when I make a joke, but my derby sisters take everything a bit too seriously. Can anyone imagine Catazon "walking it out" in front of 1500 people? Revisit the first paragraph if you need some inspiration. Not gonna happen.
A former student came into the library yesterday to tell me that when she sat through x-rays and CAT scans after being thrown from a horse last week and listened to everyone asking her if she would ever get back on a horse again, she thought of me. Yes, she will get back on a horse again. OK, I guess that's a good enough reason.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
What Are You Hiding Under Your Sk*rt?
Last year, I enjoyed an extraordinary season with the Burlesque Brawlers of the Houston Roller Derby. Sometimes I would jam back-to-back and get lead jammer both times. Sometimes I would send the opposing jammer into the crowd and skate away. Sometimes my eyes would glow, and girls would just fall down. Well, that last one might be an exaggeration...
When I was excited about my performance, I would share my excitement with the crowd by showing them what I was hiding under my skirt.
Ah, yes...the Meow Butt. It became something so much more than a cheeky gimmick. Wasn't long before the announcers would start calling it out before I could even flash it. Many people made me smile through my injuries by just saying, "Meowch!" Really, I just hope I inspired others to quit taking themselves so seriously, because God knows I started having a lot more fun when I learned how to laugh at myself.
Why am I sharing this today? This was posted as a way to promote a new website called sk*rt. I can win a bunch of cool stuff if you go over there and vote for me. You can do a revealing post, too, and I'll vote for you!
When I was excited about my performance, I would share my excitement with the crowd by showing them what I was hiding under my skirt.
Ah, yes...the Meow Butt. It became something so much more than a cheeky gimmick. Wasn't long before the announcers would start calling it out before I could even flash it. Many people made me smile through my injuries by just saying, "Meowch!" Really, I just hope I inspired others to quit taking themselves so seriously, because God knows I started having a lot more fun when I learned how to laugh at myself.
Why am I sharing this today? This was posted as a way to promote a new website called sk*rt. I can win a bunch of cool stuff if you go over there and vote for me. You can do a revealing post, too, and I'll vote for you!
Friday, January 26, 2007
I'm Officially (in)Famous!
Jenny at Mama Drama, a big fan of Houston Roller Derby since we set her straight on whether or not roller derby was family-friendly, has featured Catazon in today's post as a plea to the producers of the Amazing Race to pick the roller derby twosome. Be nice and read the whole thing instead of scrolling down to the paragraph about me! Then come back and see what I have to say about the assumptions she has made about three of my possible future endeavors.
Although it is highly possible that I could be a Presidential candidate since I would run as a Libertarian and have considered becoming active in the local party, it would not be pretty once they start dragging the skeletons out of the closet. I'll skip that one to avoid embarrassing my family although it is nearly impossible to embarrass myself (as Jenny said, I did crawl on a pool table in lingerie).
Something as small and sprite as a leprechaun would surely give an Amazon a run for the money. If I was able to outsmart him and he started treating me like Darby O'Gill, I'd kick him to the curb in a heartbeat.
Unfortunately, my legacy will be "The One that Broke Stuff", not "The One that Fixed Stuff." I accept the fact that I'm a bull in a china shop. It no longer frustrates me. So I can guarantee I won't be finding cures for anything, and I know not to even try.
Thank you, Jenny. Watch out, Hollywood!
Although it is highly possible that I could be a Presidential candidate since I would run as a Libertarian and have considered becoming active in the local party, it would not be pretty once they start dragging the skeletons out of the closet. I'll skip that one to avoid embarrassing my family although it is nearly impossible to embarrass myself (as Jenny said, I did crawl on a pool table in lingerie).
Something as small and sprite as a leprechaun would surely give an Amazon a run for the money. If I was able to outsmart him and he started treating me like Darby O'Gill, I'd kick him to the curb in a heartbeat.
Unfortunately, my legacy will be "The One that Broke Stuff", not "The One that Fixed Stuff." I accept the fact that I'm a bull in a china shop. It no longer frustrates me. So I can guarantee I won't be finding cures for anything, and I know not to even try.
Thank you, Jenny. Watch out, Hollywood!
Monday, November 6, 2006
Merry Christmas!
Plans are already being made for celebrating the season...Goldie BloXX and I are throwing a party! Karaoke will be the featured activity (what a surprise!), and we will ask for minimal donations for your share of the alcohol. More details to come later; just keep us in mind. Goldie and I have both been through some hard times this year, and we would really love to share some good times with our friends.
MMMMMMwah!
MMMMMMwah!
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
This is fair warning...
The Yankee just bought her plane ticket to come party with me once I can walk again. Those of you that can keep up (which shouldn't be that hard to do with someone who just got out of a cast), you're welcome to come, too! The itinerary is on my calendar for the weekend of October 20th. Oh, and when I say party, I mean there are no significant others involved in this whatsoever. Honkytonk!
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