My Bombshell of the Day- Betty Grable! This woman rocks- she could sing, she could dance, she made bajillions of soldiers happy back during the war
5/31/2005
5/30/2005
times, they are a changin...
Somethings in the air. I can tell- my housemate is moving in today. I have decided to call her a housemate, rather than a roomate- it sounds more grown-up doesnt it. Done will be the days of laying on the couch watching Telemundo, gone will be the days of sprinting almost naked to the dryer in the garage looking for my bra before I go to work. I must be prepared for company at all time, I must be prepared to share my space. I must share. Damn. I am screwed.
This weekend has been AMAZING. Such a good weekend. Wonderful weekend. Friday night went out with some friends and had great mexican food at http://jorgesresturants.com http://pinkmartini.com That was great, and then I went and saw Adam Sandlers new movie The Longest Yard- hilarious.
I have reconnected with someone that I havent spoken to in a very long while- it feels good to start working on that relationship again- I will have updates as they progress.
Yesterday was DIVINE! Worked at the hotel during the day and then last night went to my ALL TIME FAVORITE resturant calledhttp://7austin.com There is a correlation between reconnecting with the above mentioned friend and going to said resturant. Thats all I am saying. I swear.
So today, I am getting a housemate. Harry and I are no longer going to be the dynamic duo. There will no be three. Hmmm....
I am listening to Dean Martin, drinking my water and enjoying the Memorial Day!
This weekend has been AMAZING. Such a good weekend. Wonderful weekend. Friday night went out with some friends and had great mexican food at
I have reconnected with someone that I havent spoken to in a very long while- it feels good to start working on that relationship again- I will have updates as they progress.
Yesterday was DIVINE! Worked at the hotel during the day and then last night went to my ALL TIME FAVORITE resturant called
So today, I am getting a housemate. Harry and I are no longer going to be the dynamic duo. There will no be three. Hmmm....
I am listening to Dean Martin, drinking my water and enjoying the Memorial Day!
5/29/2005
its official
everyone and their brother know I am blogging. My parents, the Martha Stewart Organization (kid you not, thats another story), a few of my co-workers, my friends, my online friends. The world knows.
This has become a rather fun hobby for my, I must say. I am always thinking of crap to put on here- a good recipe, a funny story, a great link. It has become a bit of an obsession.
Next week, I am going to start a non-profit section to the page- a place for people to get involved in their communities. The drinking and food section will have weekly updates, and much much more.
So, thank you for reading, or paying attention. Yesterday, I had over 300 site hits- with 100 people reading over 5 minutes- thats pretty damn cool if you ask me.
Thanks for playing.
This has become a rather fun hobby for my, I must say. I am always thinking of crap to put on here- a good recipe, a funny story, a great link. It has become a bit of an obsession.
Next week, I am going to start a non-profit section to the page- a place for people to get involved in their communities. The drinking and food section will have weekly updates, and much much more.
So, thank you for reading, or paying attention. Yesterday, I had over 300 site hits- with 100 people reading over 5 minutes- thats pretty damn cool if you ask me.
Thanks for playing.
A girl scout song keeps running through my head
Which is strange for a few reasons- 1) I was never a Girl Scout- for some strange reason my parents didnt let me and 2) I hate the following song.
"Make new friends. Keep the old. One is silver and the other gold"
Yep, all weekend in my head. Which is basically what I have been doing lately- building new friendships through CASA, and continuing to nurture the friendships that I have had over the years.
Well internet, heres the deal- my best friend and I of over 10 years, are speaking again. I really dont know what caused the blow-up last time, but for the past 6 months, we havent really spoken. Yesterday we went to dinner, talked and are back on the right path. ALSO, I am slowly starting to start something again with a B-O-Y that I used to hang out with last year. Slowly. We are going to become friends again, and then see what happens. This guy made me smile. I miss that, and think he misses me. We shall see.
So my friends, my readers, my random internet friends, thats what this weekend is all about- Making memories, remembering our Military on this Memorial Weekend, and being good to our family, and friends.
Salut!
"Make new friends. Keep the old. One is silver and the other gold"
Yep, all weekend in my head. Which is basically what I have been doing lately- building new friendships through CASA, and continuing to nurture the friendships that I have had over the years.
Well internet, heres the deal- my best friend and I of over 10 years, are speaking again. I really dont know what caused the blow-up last time, but for the past 6 months, we havent really spoken. Yesterday we went to dinner, talked and are back on the right path. ALSO, I am slowly starting to start something again with a B-O-Y that I used to hang out with last year. Slowly. We are going to become friends again, and then see what happens. This guy made me smile. I miss that, and think he misses me. We shall see.
So my friends, my readers, my random internet friends, thats what this weekend is all about- Making memories, remembering our Military on this Memorial Weekend, and being good to our family, and friends.
Salut!
5/27/2005
oh cuervo you are a friend of mine.. and now we can have our
cake and drink it too...
My recipe of the week for Margarita Cake
INGREDIENTS:1 (18.25 ounce) package lemon cake mix 1 (3.4 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix 4 eggs 1/2 cup vegetable oil 2/3 cup water 1/4 cup lime juice 1/4 cup tequila 2 tablespoons triple sec liqueur Glaze 1 cup confectioners' sugar 1 tablespoon tequila 2 tablespoons triple sec liqueur 2 tablespoons lime juice --------------------------------------------------------------------------------DIRECTIONS:Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10 inch Bundt pan. In a large bowl combine cake mix, pudding mix, eggs, oil, water, lime juice 1/4 cup tequila and 2 tablespoons triple sec. Beat for 2 minutes. Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake in the preheated oven for 45 to 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes; remove to rack and pour glaze over cake while still warm. To make the glaze: In a small bowl, combine confectioners' sugar with 1 tablespoon tequila, 2 tablespoons triple sec and 2 tablespoons lime juice. Mix until smooth.
My recipe of the week for Margarita Cake
INGREDIENTS:1 (18.25 ounce) package lemon cake mix 1 (3.4 ounce) package instant vanilla pudding mix 4 eggs 1/2 cup vegetable oil 2/3 cup water 1/4 cup lime juice 1/4 cup tequila 2 tablespoons triple sec liqueur Glaze 1 cup confectioners' sugar 1 tablespoon tequila 2 tablespoons triple sec liqueur 2 tablespoons lime juice --------------------------------------------------------------------------------DIRECTIONS:Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour a 10 inch Bundt pan. In a large bowl combine cake mix, pudding mix, eggs, oil, water, lime juice 1/4 cup tequila and 2 tablespoons triple sec. Beat for 2 minutes. Pour batter into prepared pan. Bake in the preheated oven for 45 to 50 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean. Cool in pan for 10 minutes; remove to rack and pour glaze over cake while still warm. To make the glaze: In a small bowl, combine confectioners' sugar with 1 tablespoon tequila, 2 tablespoons triple sec and 2 tablespoons lime juice. Mix until smooth.
Its Friday Cha Cha Cha
Its almost the beginning of a three day weekend. A three day weekend in which I plan on being the biggest slack ass of the century. Here is my complicated plan - grilling, chilling in the kiddie pool, and laying in the hammock. I have tickets to a concert and a party inviation, but I may not even go- if it interferes with my napping.
Tonight I am going to something new- its a local social group called "meetin"- They are having a Happy Hour at http://www.sherlockspub.com/index2.htm ! They have great drink specials, and this will give me an opportunity to meet some new people.
Well, internet, I hope you have a spectacular weekend. I am going to try my best to do so!
Tonight I am going to something new- its a local social group called "meetin"- They are having a Happy Hour at http://www.sherlockspub.com/index2.htm ! They have great drink specials, and this will give me an opportunity to meet some new people.
Well, internet, I hope you have a spectacular weekend. I am going to try my best to do so!
5/26/2005
A new feature on NQM- The bombshell of the day..
Today is Carmen Miranda day...
Music today will be by Gilberto and Getz
Food today will be Fruit and Frozen Drinks...
5/25/2005
my thoughts on internet dating
it seems to be everywhere- tv, radio, the net (of course). People are talking about it- my computer deficient boss is even curious about it. Match.Com, eHarmony, Yahoo, Salon.Com.. all have match making sites. Tonight whilst perusing my 80 odd channels of crap, I saw three seperate commercials for dating. Are there that many single people in society today that need to go to an online venue? Now, dont get me wrong- I have been playing on the sites for about 5 years now. Been out on countless dates- only one of them actually turned into a relationship- 2 years actually, but in the end, well, lets just say it didnt have a fairy tale ending.
What ever happened to meeting someone the old fashioned way? Home Depot, Starbucks, Church, blind dates- Have we gotten so busy that we are streamling every facet of our life?
I like certain aspects of online dating- I like to be able to filter the boneheads. But, there is so much pressure to make sure that you submit a good picture, have a witty tagline, etc. I like to be able to look someone in the eyes and see if I feel that "tingle". You lose that when you meet someone online. You can have the best online banter, really get "into" the guy, and when its time to meet someone face to face, more times than not, disappointment. That click, that sparkle, doesnt exist in real life.
Why are there so many guys that are soo vivacious online, and are dreadfully quiet in real life? Am I that scary, or are they that scared?
I still put myself out there.. you never know what can happen. Maybe I will meet Prince Charming, instead of the endless stream of frogs online.
Despite all this, I am off to check my Match.Com account and my Yahoo account.
Hope springs eternal doesnt it?
What ever happened to meeting someone the old fashioned way? Home Depot, Starbucks, Church, blind dates- Have we gotten so busy that we are streamling every facet of our life?
I like certain aspects of online dating- I like to be able to filter the boneheads. But, there is so much pressure to make sure that you submit a good picture, have a witty tagline, etc. I like to be able to look someone in the eyes and see if I feel that "tingle". You lose that when you meet someone online. You can have the best online banter, really get "into" the guy, and when its time to meet someone face to face, more times than not, disappointment. That click, that sparkle, doesnt exist in real life.
Why are there so many guys that are soo vivacious online, and are dreadfully quiet in real life? Am I that scary, or are they that scared?
I still put myself out there.. you never know what can happen. Maybe I will meet Prince Charming, instead of the endless stream of frogs online.
Despite all this, I am off to check my Match.Com account and my Yahoo account.
Hope springs eternal doesnt it?
the best nights are the unexpected nights...
today was another long day at work. at 6:30 there was just a handfull of us left at the office. i ended up inviting a couple of my buddies over for dinner- Grilled burgers, made a salad and sat around and talked. Was such a nice night.
After they left one of my girlfriends called- we had a great chat, and now I am kicked back watching the Pistons/Heat game- GO DETROIT!!!
What a nice ending to a craptastic day.
After they left one of my girlfriends called- we had a great chat, and now I am kicked back watching the Pistons/Heat game- GO DETROIT!!!
What a nice ending to a craptastic day.
High School Reunions
I graduated high school in 1995. Havent been back to my home town more than 4 times since 1996. My 10 year reunion is next month back in Michigan. I am torn - should I go? Should I forget about it, and save the money? I only lived in the town for high school, grew up somewhere else. Wish I could say I am still friends with people there, but to be quite honest, I havent talked to any of them since I graduated. Is it worth going back? I have no emotional connections, but am quite curious.
comment away...
I just started a new Comment Section by Halo Scan www.haloscan.com It seems to be easy to use, but I lost all my good comments from everyone when I made the change!
Oh well.
Oh well.
5/24/2005
Who we are attracted to...
What chemical in our body or what zap in our brain causes us to be attracted to certain people? I wish I could be all high and mighty and say that looks dont matter, but that would be total bullshit. Yes, I am attracted to many a fine mind (look at my last long term mindscrew-he wasnt that pretty), but there is still a strong physical pull to a certain kind of man.
I look back at all, or some of the men in my life. There are trends that are quite noticeable. For the longest time, I liked tall, blonde hair, blue eyed men. Athletic builds, good arms, etc. Must be outdoorsy, and like spors. Then someone pointed out that most of these guys looked like my dad- ouch. Now, my dad is really quite cute- he is 6'4, 205lbs, blonde hair blue eyed-- i get some of my good looks from him, but I wasnt consciously looking for a daddy wannabe. That would require too much time on the psychologists couch. The next round of guys I like were all dark- brunettes, darkers skin, medium builds- I was in a Latin phase for a while- dont know if the Ricky Martin craze in the early century (ha, I have always wanted to use that phrase) impacted my taste, but I certainly was attracted to Spanish and Mexican men. Then I moved to Austin- not quite sure what happened, but I was sampling a little bit of the men smorgasboard! Tall, shorter, lighter, darker, they were all cute- I guess it helped that I was coming off of a three year relationship, and I needed some variety- and before you think I was whoring around Austin, thats not the case- I was just dating and smooching a lot of guys- I was in my early 20's it was allowed. Flash foward to 2003- Met the total opposite of me. Whereas he was Jack Spratt who could eat no fat, I was working on being the wife who could eat no lean. He was tall, thin with longish hair- TOTAL opposite from every man that I ever dated, looked at or liked. He just smelled good to me. I tossed away all physical attractivness requirements, and just fell for the guy- the brain, the laugh, the whole deal. For a long time I was happy- and it had nothing to do with looks or attraction. Sadly, though, it didnt last. At the end of the day you need to feel that chemical pull towards a person. You need that zing, you need the lust for the person. What causes our brains to be attracted to a certain person and not to others. I am a big beliver in smell. Some guys just smell better than others. Some guys smell sticks with me years later. Other guys, well, I can smell a cologne that they used to wear and it physically disgusts me. Smell is important.
Which brings me to today, yet again my taste in men have changed. I am leaning more towards the tall, dark, and handsome. The darker the better. Something about that just makes me all tingly inside. Is it an itch that needs to be scratched, or is it a chemical requirement?
Makes me wonder.
My man muse for the night.
I look back at all, or some of the men in my life. There are trends that are quite noticeable. For the longest time, I liked tall, blonde hair, blue eyed men. Athletic builds, good arms, etc. Must be outdoorsy, and like spors. Then someone pointed out that most of these guys looked like my dad- ouch. Now, my dad is really quite cute- he is 6'4, 205lbs, blonde hair blue eyed-- i get some of my good looks from him, but I wasnt consciously looking for a daddy wannabe. That would require too much time on the psychologists couch. The next round of guys I like were all dark- brunettes, darkers skin, medium builds- I was in a Latin phase for a while- dont know if the Ricky Martin craze in the early century (ha, I have always wanted to use that phrase) impacted my taste, but I certainly was attracted to Spanish and Mexican men. Then I moved to Austin- not quite sure what happened, but I was sampling a little bit of the men smorgasboard! Tall, shorter, lighter, darker, they were all cute- I guess it helped that I was coming off of a three year relationship, and I needed some variety- and before you think I was whoring around Austin, thats not the case- I was just dating and smooching a lot of guys- I was in my early 20's it was allowed. Flash foward to 2003- Met the total opposite of me. Whereas he was Jack Spratt who could eat no fat, I was working on being the wife who could eat no lean. He was tall, thin with longish hair- TOTAL opposite from every man that I ever dated, looked at or liked. He just smelled good to me. I tossed away all physical attractivness requirements, and just fell for the guy- the brain, the laugh, the whole deal. For a long time I was happy- and it had nothing to do with looks or attraction. Sadly, though, it didnt last. At the end of the day you need to feel that chemical pull towards a person. You need that zing, you need the lust for the person. What causes our brains to be attracted to a certain person and not to others. I am a big beliver in smell. Some guys just smell better than others. Some guys smell sticks with me years later. Other guys, well, I can smell a cologne that they used to wear and it physically disgusts me. Smell is important.
Which brings me to today, yet again my taste in men have changed. I am leaning more towards the tall, dark, and handsome. The darker the better. Something about that just makes me all tingly inside. Is it an itch that needs to be scratched, or is it a chemical requirement?
Makes me wonder.
My man muse for the night.
I'm digging this lo-carb stuff
Its actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. I am still having 5 servings of fruits and veggies- but better fruits and veggies. No bread, or taters, but brown rice ! Small steak and shrimps for dinner- yummy!
Who would have thought this would be fun?
Who would have thought this would be fun?
we're havin a heat wave...
a tropical heat wave. Well, its hotter than hell in Texas, so I decided to get a little tropical on the Blog. Thanks to Mela at http://www.diaphaneity.com/ for the cool template. I am hosting my graphics and photos at PhotoBucket www.photobucket.com
Tell me what you think- does it flow well? Is it easy to understand?
Tell me what you think- does it flow well? Is it easy to understand?
5/23/2005
is it Friday yet?
so I tried accomplishing a few things today- work is left incomplete, laundry not finished, dinner, half eaten. Its like my ADD went into overdrive today- I keep bouncing from project to project in the hopes that something will finish itself.
Work is promising to be a bitch this week. I am determined to stay ahead of the mess- but that means I will have to put in some killer hours.
Think about me..
Work is promising to be a bitch this week. I am determined to stay ahead of the mess- but that means I will have to put in some killer hours.
Think about me..
extreme makeovers...
I found the coolest template for my blog from Blogfrocks, but I cant figure it out...
It will be so stylin, you wont even be able to read it without your sunglasses on.
It will be so stylin, you wont even be able to read it without your sunglasses on.
Oh the irony of it all
So last week, I was given a Hooters t-shirt. Yep boys and girls, I finally got one. I'm not quite sure why I have been lusting after one for soo long, but I finally got my very own shirt. Now, I can be just like all the Hooters girls right? Heh. The day Hooters lets a girl work there that is a size 16, I am running like hell for my application. Seriously. Well, as long as they dont make me wear those shorts. Or the pantyhose. Scrap that, I dont want to be a Hooters waitress. But I got a shirt. And that shirt makes me happy.
The end.
The end.
sometimes you just have to just laugh
back in the land of the perpetual motion of work, we have all been diligently testing a new version of our software application. Ok, maybe dilligent isnt the most appropriate term, I mean, I poked at the program for a sum total of an hour this weekend. But I still worked on it. (defensive maybe?) Just got word, that they hadnt quite installed all the updates that were necessary, so they were scrapping the version I was testing and starting all over again.
Nice.
But for some strange reason, I am listening to 50Cent today "Disco Inferno"- the lyrics pretty much go "so ghetto, so good, just shake your ass" or something like that.
So I shake that ass and laugh
Nice.
But for some strange reason, I am listening to 50Cent today "Disco Inferno"- the lyrics pretty much go "so ghetto, so good, just shake your ass" or something like that.
So I shake that ass and laugh
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens..
blah blah- these are a few of my favorite things....
1. My Char Grill Gas Grill. I swear I'm losing weight because I am eating everything grilled- grilled chicken, grilled shrimp, grilled salmon.. you get the picture. I love my grill.
2. My iPod mini Pinky. Oh iPod how I love thee so. You bring music to my heart, you blast "baby got back" when I work out.. you croon me sweet love songs when I am in the tub. I love my iPod.
3. My Ozarka Water Cooler. Lame, I know, but I always have clean yummy water. And since I am drinking 100 oz of water a day, it really helps.
4. My Nivea shimmer lotion. I use Nivea lotion every summer after being in the sun. It just smells like summer to me.
5. My white linen wide legged capris. They are summer
6. Darey, my pedicurist. She makes my Fred Flintstone feet look good
7. My backpack that my mom designed for me- its in the coolest colors- lime, pink, coral and white. I freaking love this thing.
8. Silence in the morning. Nothing better than going for a walk in your neighboorhood at 6am and hearing NOTHING.
9. Shrimp- big ole shrip. Just gotta love em.
10. Starbucks Venti Iced Coffee- it keeps me hanging on.
1. My Char Grill Gas Grill. I swear I'm losing weight because I am eating everything grilled- grilled chicken, grilled shrimp, grilled salmon.. you get the picture. I love my grill.
2. My iPod mini Pinky. Oh iPod how I love thee so. You bring music to my heart, you blast "baby got back" when I work out.. you croon me sweet love songs when I am in the tub. I love my iPod.
3. My Ozarka Water Cooler. Lame, I know, but I always have clean yummy water. And since I am drinking 100 oz of water a day, it really helps.
4. My Nivea shimmer lotion. I use Nivea lotion every summer after being in the sun. It just smells like summer to me.
5. My white linen wide legged capris. They are summer
6. Darey, my pedicurist. She makes my Fred Flintstone feet look good
7. My backpack that my mom designed for me- its in the coolest colors- lime, pink, coral and white. I freaking love this thing.
8. Silence in the morning. Nothing better than going for a walk in your neighboorhood at 6am and hearing NOTHING.
9. Shrimp- big ole shrip. Just gotta love em.
10. Starbucks Venti Iced Coffee- it keeps me hanging on.
Just another Manic Monday...
Woke up to Bangles this morning at 5:45am. What a terrific way to start a new week. I actually got up and jogged two miles today- which the last 1/2 mile about killed me, but I finished. Quite proud of myself to be truthful. If I can do two miles everyday-- I should be in good shape to kick it up to 3 next week.
Today is the beginning of the longest week ever. Its end of the month on a very quiet month sales wise, so unless someone whips out something amazing, I will be rather stress free and that as my dear Martha says "is a good thing."
Well, I am off to stretch a bit before I eat breakfast. Have a great day
Today is the beginning of the longest week ever. Its end of the month on a very quiet month sales wise, so unless someone whips out something amazing, I will be rather stress free and that as my dear Martha says "is a good thing."
Well, I am off to stretch a bit before I eat breakfast. Have a great day
5/22/2005
5/21/2005
whoo hoooo i got
a kiddie pool. Not kidding. Its hotter than hell here today, and I went to Wal Mart (eew) and bought myself a little kiddie pool. Its 8ft by 27 inches. Perfect for cooling down. Someday I will be able to afford a "grown up" pool, but for now, this is good.
5/20/2005
muppets and wizard of oz
pretty much thinking this is a bad combination.
just not really digging this... so sad
just not really digging this... so sad
my crush of the day...
Venti Iced Coffee from the 'bucks. Oh Bucks of the Star- how I love thee.
I am mellow, listening to Rufus Wainwright and Elliot Smith this morning. I am thinking about my friendships in the past, and my current ones...
We all have so many people in our lives that come and go, sometimes its sad to see a friend walk away, othertimes its almost a relief.
Take for example, my best friend C. She and I have been bestest friends for almost 10 years now. We have, in the past 9 months just grown apart. Our lives are very different- she is a 2nd grade teacher that loves sitting home watching tv with her cat, and I am pretty much the opposite. I try to find joy in things, and she just seems pretty negative at all times. She is about to go on a three month trip to Europe- I sincerly hope that she finds some happiness and joy while she is gone. She has been there for me, and I will always be there for her.
Another friend J- he has been my rock for the past three years- holding my hand when I broke up with Thomas, taking me out drinking to forget, making me laugh, letting me drive and name his convertible Lola- this man is the reason why I am somewhat sane today. I hope for him that he finds the sweetest girl in the world to marry.
My friend M. She is a diva to the ninth degree. She takes life by the balls and runs all over town with it. She is in the process of buying a house- we shall call it Tara by the way. All she needs is someone running around in a hoop skirt and the visual will be complete. She has opened my eyes to really good shoes, quality purses and the joys of having mid day martinis. She is just an awesome friend.
What about my friend B? She is an amazing mommy (ok, I adore her daughter), a great wife and a wonderful friend. She values home, and house. She can throw a party like no other. She is starting on a new business venture this year and I admire her spirit.
D&G. What can I say about them? They bring joy to all around them. They have a zest for life that is infectious. They throw the most amazing soirees, and bring together the most eclectic group of people I have ever seen.
MJ- Oh MJ- my Alabammy Mammy. This woman I met around three years ago, has become my "other mom", but the fun cool version. She is from the deep deep south. She laughs at everything and enjoys life. She is wise and sarcastic. She gives goddamn good advice when I need it, and can gosspip with the best of them. I hope to know her for years to come.
N- My wonderfully sporty friend N. She and I are friends now because of a random mutual aquaintance. We are each other support system. Our lives are so different that we balance each other. And she makes a damn fine frozen margarita.
C- Oh C. He is well, a 37 year old curmudgen. He calls himself the nicest asshole in the world. Its pretty much true. If I ever need anything fixed, moved etc, he is my go to guy. If I am in a guy dilemna, I call this one. Plus, he takes me to Hooters.
B&L- my first "married couple" friends. They are wonderful. My Austin family. I wish them a long and happy marriage filled with communication and babies - so I can play Aunt Kate!
There are so many other people that complete my wonderful circle. I am priveleged.
I think about the people that I have known in times past. The people that are no longer in my life for various reasons. I thank them all- without them, I would not be the person I am today.
Happy Friday
I am mellow, listening to Rufus Wainwright and Elliot Smith this morning. I am thinking about my friendships in the past, and my current ones...
We all have so many people in our lives that come and go, sometimes its sad to see a friend walk away, othertimes its almost a relief.
Take for example, my best friend C. She and I have been bestest friends for almost 10 years now. We have, in the past 9 months just grown apart. Our lives are very different- she is a 2nd grade teacher that loves sitting home watching tv with her cat, and I am pretty much the opposite. I try to find joy in things, and she just seems pretty negative at all times. She is about to go on a three month trip to Europe- I sincerly hope that she finds some happiness and joy while she is gone. She has been there for me, and I will always be there for her.
Another friend J- he has been my rock for the past three years- holding my hand when I broke up with Thomas, taking me out drinking to forget, making me laugh, letting me drive and name his convertible Lola- this man is the reason why I am somewhat sane today. I hope for him that he finds the sweetest girl in the world to marry.
My friend M. She is a diva to the ninth degree. She takes life by the balls and runs all over town with it. She is in the process of buying a house- we shall call it Tara by the way. All she needs is someone running around in a hoop skirt and the visual will be complete. She has opened my eyes to really good shoes, quality purses and the joys of having mid day martinis. She is just an awesome friend.
What about my friend B? She is an amazing mommy (ok, I adore her daughter), a great wife and a wonderful friend. She values home, and house. She can throw a party like no other. She is starting on a new business venture this year and I admire her spirit.
D&G. What can I say about them? They bring joy to all around them. They have a zest for life that is infectious. They throw the most amazing soirees, and bring together the most eclectic group of people I have ever seen.
MJ- Oh MJ- my Alabammy Mammy. This woman I met around three years ago, has become my "other mom", but the fun cool version. She is from the deep deep south. She laughs at everything and enjoys life. She is wise and sarcastic. She gives goddamn good advice when I need it, and can gosspip with the best of them. I hope to know her for years to come.
N- My wonderfully sporty friend N. She and I are friends now because of a random mutual aquaintance. We are each other support system. Our lives are so different that we balance each other. And she makes a damn fine frozen margarita.
C- Oh C. He is well, a 37 year old curmudgen. He calls himself the nicest asshole in the world. Its pretty much true. If I ever need anything fixed, moved etc, he is my go to guy. If I am in a guy dilemna, I call this one. Plus, he takes me to Hooters.
B&L- my first "married couple" friends. They are wonderful. My Austin family. I wish them a long and happy marriage filled with communication and babies - so I can play Aunt Kate!
There are so many other people that complete my wonderful circle. I am priveleged.
I think about the people that I have known in times past. The people that are no longer in my life for various reasons. I thank them all- without them, I would not be the person I am today.
Happy Friday
is it really friday?
longest week ever. im sitting eating my cereal trying to whip up some enthusiasm about the coming day. meetings, more meetings and eleventy billion emails about stuff I have no impact on- does your company do that? I work for a software company- we are leading innovators for medical technology. well, thats what our website says, and since I wrote the copy, i should know. i digress. i somehow got on 3 different tech support dist. lists that generate at least 50-60 emails a day. NONE of them have anything to do with me. But I read them. And I delete them. Its not that hard but it is really annoying. That is what I have in front of me today- opening and deleting emails, answering annoying calls from Dr. OHMYGODIDONT UNDERSTAND and waiting for 5pm.
great day ahead of me.
great day ahead of me.
5/19/2005
time marches on..
its 10:30 cst and I am ready for bed. might as well just start calling me granny kate - i go to bed earlier and earlier every day.
However, I do have some delicious bath shit tonight to soak into...http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P12857&categoryId=B70
Yes friends, I have managed a way to squeeze alcohol even into my baths! The Rice Sake stuff is to die for. I am going to draw a hotter than hell bath, grab a trashy romance novel and prepare myself for a day of meetings and pretending to be a grown up.
There is a weird conflict that goes on in my head daily- part of me knows I am an adult- I have my own house, i have a rather good job (depending on the day), I sit on the board of a kick ass non profit agency, and yet there are more hours of the day than not, I still feel like a 20 year old waiting for her next party, her next afternoon drunk and her next mugging session with a hot boy at the bar.
Strange this growing up thing...
However, I do have some delicious bath shit tonight to soak into...http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P12857&categoryId=B70
Yes friends, I have managed a way to squeeze alcohol even into my baths! The Rice Sake stuff is to die for. I am going to draw a hotter than hell bath, grab a trashy romance novel and prepare myself for a day of meetings and pretending to be a grown up.
There is a weird conflict that goes on in my head daily- part of me knows I am an adult- I have my own house, i have a rather good job (depending on the day), I sit on the board of a kick ass non profit agency, and yet there are more hours of the day than not, I still feel like a 20 year old waiting for her next party, her next afternoon drunk and her next mugging session with a hot boy at the bar.
Strange this growing up thing...
circle blogs...
The perv in my came flying out a few minutes ago- I wrote circle blog, and automatically went to circle jerk. Hello gutter- my name is kate, may i take up permanant residence in your filthy gut..
Heres one I like reading... http://insidecomplexgirl.blogspot.com/
There are more... This is my friend Jelly http://unholysmell.blogspot.com/
A real honest to god OC girl.... http://unadulteratedinsanity.blogspot.com/
And finally- a really cool fly guy in Afghanistan (I am biased- I grew up in an Airforce town) http://flyguytilidie.blogspot.com/
There are even more.. but I have the links on my other computer and I am too lazy to go grab it. Will update tomorrow.
Heres one I like reading... http://insidecomplexgirl.blogspot.com/
There are more... This is my friend Jelly http://unholysmell.blogspot.com/
A real honest to god OC girl.... http://unadulteratedinsanity.blogspot.com/
And finally- a really cool fly guy in Afghanistan (I am biased- I grew up in an Airforce town) http://flyguytilidie.blogspot.com/
There are even more.. but I have the links on my other computer and I am too lazy to go grab it. Will update tomorrow.
she words damn hard for the money....
so hard for it honey. i have been a whirling dervish today at work. i mean, non stop action. Got a few new clients started, worked on some contracts, took a butt load of calls- one of those days.
bottom line- i'm tired. I want to go home and shower, and then drown myself in a vat of vodka. or maybe Jose Cuervo- he is a friend of mine ya know. This is what I want to do. What I should do is go home, pop in the Pilates dvd, sweat for an hour or so.. and then watch the Will and Grace finale.
Who said growing up was fun?
bottom line- i'm tired. I want to go home and shower, and then drown myself in a vat of vodka. or maybe Jose Cuervo- he is a friend of mine ya know. This is what I want to do. What I should do is go home, pop in the Pilates dvd, sweat for an hour or so.. and then watch the Will and Grace finale.
Who said growing up was fun?
and they call it puppy love...
sigh. my little puppies are not meant to be my own. Its ok.. they arent the right ones. I have decided to wait till the end of the summer and adopt a grown up dog from the Heart of Texas Lab Rescue http://hotlabrescue.org . This way, I will be helping out a bubba that really needs a home, and wont have to go through puppy drama.
Thats the plan for right now.
Thats the plan for right now.
5/18/2005
i swore i wasnt going to do it....
but I am connected at home again. just call me a sucker.
i swear i will not be on here all the time.
i will have a life.
i do not need to check my email 14 million times a day.
cest la vie
i swear i will not be on here all the time.
i will have a life.
i do not need to check my email 14 million times a day.
cest la vie
Holy Moley...
look, there are non you-know-what ad's on the google thingies~
Maybe my new buddy Emily helped bring good juju. Yeah black lab juju!
Maybe my new buddy Emily helped bring good juju. Yeah black lab juju!
5/17/2005
todays deep thought....
actually, ive got nothing. I have rewritten this post three times now. Nothing witty to say, nothing deep and prophetic. Just am sitting here working at my job. Actually managing people today. Delegating duties. Getting ready for my CASA meeting. This is my life.
I get up.
I let the cat out
I attempt yoga
I eat Cheerios
I shower
I stand in the closet for a few minutes waiting for inspiration- yes mama, I know I should pick out my clothes before I go to bed.
I attempt hair and makeup
I let the cat in
I get in my car
I drive to work
I read email
I read daily blogs
I look at some work
I blog some more
I answer eleventy million emails from my contractors
I eat lunch
I sit in 15 meetings
I blog some more
I read elelventy million more emails
I drive home
I let the cat in
I feed the cat
I let the cat out again
Light up the grill
Cook dinner
Sit on the couch
Go to bed.
I let the cat in
I go back to bed.
Do it all over again
I need a change. I need something to mix it up...
I get up.
I let the cat out
I attempt yoga
I eat Cheerios
I shower
I stand in the closet for a few minutes waiting for inspiration- yes mama, I know I should pick out my clothes before I go to bed.
I attempt hair and makeup
I let the cat in
I get in my car
I drive to work
I read email
I read daily blogs
I look at some work
I blog some more
I answer eleventy million emails from my contractors
I eat lunch
I sit in 15 meetings
I blog some more
I read elelventy million more emails
I drive home
I let the cat in
I feed the cat
I let the cat out again
Light up the grill
Cook dinner
Sit on the couch
Go to bed.
I let the cat in
I go back to bed.
Do it all over again
I need a change. I need something to mix it up...
i hate to admit this but...
yoga does make me feel better. I did 35 minutes of basic mat work this morning and feel spectacular. Hate it when those know it all exercise types are correct.
5/16/2005
songs that rile the beast inside...
"Break Your Heart"- Barenaked Ladies from Born on a Pirate Ship. This song just played on my Launchcast.
Lord, this just took me back to 1999. Sitting in my apartment that I was sharing with my much older boyfriend Sean. Oh Sean, wherefore art thou? Rumor has it you are living illegally in Key West. But I digress. I remember sitting on our couch that made that weird noise, looking at Sean cooking. Hating him. Within 25 hours I had gone from loving him to death, to wanting to smother him with a pillow while he slept. He was making a seafood stirfry. He spent like 30 dollars on shit for this meal. 30 dollars that I had made bartending the night before. He was yammering on and on, and all I could think of was "you fucking idiot, who do you think you are, spending my money on MUSSELS?" We probably went out like we always did, because God forbid we ever spend anytime together at the house. He would get drunk, I would drive him home. We did this for two years. I barely remember what he looks like, but I remember the mussels.
Interesting isnt it?
Lord, this just took me back to 1999. Sitting in my apartment that I was sharing with my much older boyfriend Sean. Oh Sean, wherefore art thou? Rumor has it you are living illegally in Key West. But I digress. I remember sitting on our couch that made that weird noise, looking at Sean cooking. Hating him. Within 25 hours I had gone from loving him to death, to wanting to smother him with a pillow while he slept. He was making a seafood stirfry. He spent like 30 dollars on shit for this meal. 30 dollars that I had made bartending the night before. He was yammering on and on, and all I could think of was "you fucking idiot, who do you think you are, spending my money on MUSSELS?" We probably went out like we always did, because God forbid we ever spend anytime together at the house. He would get drunk, I would drive him home. We did this for two years. I barely remember what he looks like, but I remember the mussels.
Interesting isnt it?
maybe its the Italian in me...
but I think this is great- and its in my little city of bliss too.... http://www.austincraftmafia.com/main.html
I want to be as cool as this site
Seriously, when I grow up... I want a website like this http://www.naughtysecretaryclub.com/
Funky jewelry and a great outlook on life.
Funky jewelry and a great outlook on life.
5/12/2005
mental health day...
yep, tomorrow I am going to be taking a mental health day. I just need a break from this zoo.
I am going to do things for my house. I am going to take a shower. I am going to sleep.
Is it wrong that I have been clockwatching since 8am?
I am going to do things for my house. I am going to take a shower. I am going to sleep.
Is it wrong that I have been clockwatching since 8am?
another one bites the dust
The Serial Killer Strikes Again.
Yep, good ole Harry killed himself a bird yesterday and left it right in front of my sliding door. Lovely. Nothing like heading out to the grill to find you cats carnage.
5/11/2005
you like me.. you really like me
oh my god. people are reading my blog.
*please ignore the screwed up google ads* I dont know why I am being targeted with LDS oriented ads- nothing against the fine mormon people, but come on already- I just want something else other than temple worthy stuff.
Welcome to the screwed up place that is my head. This is what happens when I have been avoiding work all day.
*please ignore the screwed up google ads* I dont know why I am being targeted with LDS oriented ads- nothing against the fine mormon people, but come on already- I just want something else other than temple worthy stuff.
Welcome to the screwed up place that is my head. This is what happens when I have been avoiding work all day.
today, my name is Gladys
about two years ago, one of my best friends John and I did a little shopping. I found the coolest vintage bowling shirt- teal and black with the name Gladys embroidered on it. Me, being the total accessory ho that I am, ran to my local crack dealer, aka favorite purse store, and purchased the cutest bowling bag purse. In other words, the perfect outfit was compiled. I wore cute black capris, my bowling shirt, my ass kicking cat eye glasses, and the outfit was complete. Or so we thought. Turns out I turn into freaking Gladys when I wear the shirt. Mean, bitchy, Pabst Blue Ribbon drinking, evil woman comes out when I wear Gladys. I yell at people, I get drunk, I get mean.
Needless to say it was suggested by my friends that maybe the spirit of Gladys needed a time out for a while.
Flash forward to today- I woke up late, and needed something to wear that would make me happy. Flipped through the florals, the pinks, the preppy crap. Nothing would do it. There she was tucked in the back of my closet. Gladys in all her glory. She called my name. I slipped the shirt on, with the capris. I put on the cute sandals, loaded up the bowling bag purse and slapped on some slut red lipstick. I am so good to go.
Grab my keys, ran out the door and sailed to the Starbucks. All is right in my world.
Flash foward to 11am. That mean bitch Gladys is poking through. I am starting to snap at people. I am listening to "bad to the bone", I am smoking in the middle of the day- FYI- I never do that.
Strange the way a shirt can take over your soul.
I really wonder who the buxom babe Gladys was. Did she love, did she laugh? Did she have a mean bowling game?
Needless to say it was suggested by my friends that maybe the spirit of Gladys needed a time out for a while.
Flash forward to today- I woke up late, and needed something to wear that would make me happy. Flipped through the florals, the pinks, the preppy crap. Nothing would do it. There she was tucked in the back of my closet. Gladys in all her glory. She called my name. I slipped the shirt on, with the capris. I put on the cute sandals, loaded up the bowling bag purse and slapped on some slut red lipstick. I am so good to go.
Grab my keys, ran out the door and sailed to the Starbucks. All is right in my world.
Flash foward to 11am. That mean bitch Gladys is poking through. I am starting to snap at people. I am listening to "bad to the bone", I am smoking in the middle of the day- FYI- I never do that.
Strange the way a shirt can take over your soul.
I really wonder who the buxom babe Gladys was. Did she love, did she laugh? Did she have a mean bowling game?
for the love of google...
so I got greedy and added the Google adsense to my blog. Thought I could make some dinero. I signed up- and all the ads on my sites are about RELIGION. And its the WRONG religion that makes me feel weird. I am CATHOLIC. I LIKE NORDSTROMS. I like Light Cigarettes, STOLI VODKA and MEN.
And yet, you look to the ads, and you see things that dont really apply to me.
Damn google.
Bring back shoes, purses, hairproducts. MAKE THAT CRAP GO AWAY.
Feel free to click on the links though. Rumor has it I can make some Cash.
And yet, you look to the ads, and you see things that dont really apply to me.
Damn google.
Bring back shoes, purses, hairproducts. MAKE THAT CRAP GO AWAY.
Feel free to click on the links though. Rumor has it I can make some Cash.
south beach can fix jacked up
periods? who would have thunk it?
I read this article this morning on the South Beach Diet website
PCOS is a condition that can never be cured, just treated and managed. The South Beach Diet™ focus on lifestyle changes, such as a healthy diet and regular exercise, can aid many women suffering from PCOS in alleviating some of their symptoms. For instance, according to The National Women's Health Information Center, even a 10 percent weight loss can help to regulate a woman's menstrual cycle. "Though we haven't conducted any formal studies, our experience with several women suffering from PCOS who follow The South Beach Diet™ lifestyle has been a reduction in weight followed by pregnancy," says Dr. Agatston. Following the diet can also help reduce long-term risks associated with PCOS, including cardiovascular disease and diabetes.
I read this article this morning on the South Beach Diet website
PCOS is a condition that can never be cured, just treated and managed. The South Beach Diet™ focus on lifestyle changes, such as a healthy diet and regular exercise, can aid many women suffering from PCOS in alleviating some of their symptoms. For instance, according to The National Women's Health Information Center, even a 10 percent weight loss can help to regulate a woman's menstrual cycle. "Though we haven't conducted any formal studies, our experience with several women suffering from PCOS who follow The South Beach Diet™ lifestyle has been a reduction in weight followed by pregnancy," says Dr. Agatston. Following the diet can also help reduce long-term risks associated with PCOS, including cardiovascular disease and diabetes.
i bit the bullet
and called the guy from Friday last night.
Yep, I called, left him a breezy message.
He didnt call back.
Don't expect him to call back.
But at least I called.
Right?
Dating sucks.
Yep, I called, left him a breezy message.
He didnt call back.
Don't expect him to call back.
But at least I called.
Right?
Dating sucks.
bless me father for I have sinned
but I worship Starbucks. Yep, I said it- a Venti Iced Coffee brings me to my knees almost every morning in adulation. Something about this liquid wonder makes my day a little brighter. The baristas at the 'bucks are just delights- liquid crack dealers that they are.
I realized I have a major addition when I was pissed that I had to drive 5 minutes- over the river and through the goddamn woods to get to Starbucks - I need one in my sub. Yes, I live in the suburbs, and now I want a Starbucks on my corner.
Hip, singlehood be damned. I want a Starbucks.
Next thing you know I will be looking for the keys to my gas guzzling SUV.
I realized I have a major addition when I was pissed that I had to drive 5 minutes- over the river and through the goddamn woods to get to Starbucks - I need one in my sub. Yes, I live in the suburbs, and now I want a Starbucks on my corner.
Hip, singlehood be damned. I want a Starbucks.
Next thing you know I will be looking for the keys to my gas guzzling SUV.
5/10/2005
dont you worry about a thing.. or why I hate dating
so, if you read the post I posted about 2 seconds ago- I am dwelling on my ex. Yep, its been 1 year, 5 months and 4 days. But who is counting? Not me.
So I am finally trying to date someone new. Real dating, not just a wild weekend like Tokyo man. I want to date again. I want a plus one. I want to have someone to talk about my day, or to pick up the dead squirrels that my cat kills. I want someone that smells good and clean in the morning when he is drinking his morning coffee or morning coke. I want someone to sit on the porch with at night and drink our cocktails, and talk about our day.
I want someone to hold my hand during a storm. I want someone to go to a party with and NOT be the single girl.
But I cant stop thinking about the one that should have been. The smart girl in me knows that if it was meant to be it would be.. but something just keeps me wondering. I prevent myself from going out with other guys for fear that it would end as badly as the other one.
aint dating a bitch?
So I am finally trying to date someone new. Real dating, not just a wild weekend like Tokyo man. I want to date again. I want a plus one. I want to have someone to talk about my day, or to pick up the dead squirrels that my cat kills. I want someone that smells good and clean in the morning when he is drinking his morning coffee or morning coke. I want someone to sit on the porch with at night and drink our cocktails, and talk about our day.
I want someone to hold my hand during a storm. I want someone to go to a party with and NOT be the single girl.
But I cant stop thinking about the one that should have been. The smart girl in me knows that if it was meant to be it would be.. but something just keeps me wondering. I prevent myself from going out with other guys for fear that it would end as badly as the other one.
aint dating a bitch?
5/06/2005
did you know that
if you turn on a few monitors, look grumpy, people will think you are really busy? Yes boys and girls tis true. I like 40 % of Austin work in the Tech industry. This has not been a dot.com kinda week- you know, the drinking at lunch, playing fooseball at 3pm, having fun, and laughing at the world. This has been a "working in the coal mine" kind of week. Working too much and not having any fun. So I am done. I am pretending to work. Y'all know you have done it before. You are the master minimalizer of Amazon.Com, you can download music at the speed of light (thank you for our T3 connection), and still manage to look like you are working when a fellow minion walks by.
Take today for example. My good computer got the Blue Screen of Death yesterday. In the process fried Pinky, the iPod. So I am supposed to be working on my new machine. Instead, I pawned it off to a very helpful tech support guy, loaded up a few spreadsheets on my other visible machine, and am now blogging till my heart is content.
My assistant, god bless her size 4 soul is filing for me, my work partner is fielding client calls and I am sitting her in almost office dark. My soul is starting to sing with Peace.
What did people do before computers? I mean, seriously? What were deadlines like? I cant imagine life without the incessant blipping of the damn envelope in the right hand corner of my screen screams "YOU HAVE FUCKING MAIL YOU LAZY SONOFABITCH".. then my boss will send an email two minutes later asking me if I read the previous email.
I wish I worked in the days when you could smoke in your office, take 15 zillion coffee breaks, and get chased around the office by your boss- ok, I am blending the Movie 9-5 in this fantasy,but you get the idea.
Or maybe I just want to be a housefrau. That could be fun.
Take today for example. My good computer got the Blue Screen of Death yesterday. In the process fried Pinky, the iPod. So I am supposed to be working on my new machine. Instead, I pawned it off to a very helpful tech support guy, loaded up a few spreadsheets on my other visible machine, and am now blogging till my heart is content.
My assistant, god bless her size 4 soul is filing for me, my work partner is fielding client calls and I am sitting her in almost office dark. My soul is starting to sing with Peace.
What did people do before computers? I mean, seriously? What were deadlines like? I cant imagine life without the incessant blipping of the damn envelope in the right hand corner of my screen screams "YOU HAVE FUCKING MAIL YOU LAZY SONOFABITCH".. then my boss will send an email two minutes later asking me if I read the previous email.
I wish I worked in the days when you could smoke in your office, take 15 zillion coffee breaks, and get chased around the office by your boss- ok, I am blending the Movie 9-5 in this fantasy,but you get the idea.
Or maybe I just want to be a housefrau. That could be fun.
one of these days
I'm going to have a great mood. I will have a good hair day, I will wake up on time, will make myself breakfast, do yoga and then go to work. Once at work, I will then find there are only two emails in my inbox that need attending to, the office is a buzz with lively chatter and my boss is in a good mood.
Some day.
Instead, I wake up this morning at 8:am. Supposed to be in office at 8am. I have my hair in pigtails because it wont do anything else. I am wearing jeans and a cancer sucks tee shirt. I had cheerios in a cup while I drove to work. The only exercise I got today was running up a flight of stairs to get into my office. The office idiot is screaming at her call, and on my main machine I got the blue screen of death.
Its Friday however, which will make it a little better.
I am going to a Cinco de Mayo party on the Sies. Details, details. There will be margs, mariachi and mexican men. This should work for me.
Vios Con Dios. I am tired of working.
Some day.
Instead, I wake up this morning at 8:am. Supposed to be in office at 8am. I have my hair in pigtails because it wont do anything else. I am wearing jeans and a cancer sucks tee shirt. I had cheerios in a cup while I drove to work. The only exercise I got today was running up a flight of stairs to get into my office. The office idiot is screaming at her call, and on my main machine I got the blue screen of death.
Its Friday however, which will make it a little better.
I am going to a Cinco de Mayo party on the Sies. Details, details. There will be margs, mariachi and mexican men. This should work for me.
Vios Con Dios. I am tired of working.
5/04/2005
like sands through the hour glass...
this was the Day of My Life.
Yesterday was a rollercoaster of a day. Cranked at the office, got served with a court date, waited tables at the hotel, and then drank with a friend last night watching the Pistons win the game. Whoopdee doo.
Did you know that when you dont really eat lunch or dinner, you can get piss ass drunk on four, yep four beers? Oh yes.
Then you go home and get even drunker and call a girlfriend and cry about an ex.
Then you go and find the CD with THE pictures on it, and sit in the dark, listen to the Cure and cry.
Then you pass out.
Yep, today is a new day that better not be like yesterday.
Yesterday was a rollercoaster of a day. Cranked at the office, got served with a court date, waited tables at the hotel, and then drank with a friend last night watching the Pistons win the game. Whoopdee doo.
Did you know that when you dont really eat lunch or dinner, you can get piss ass drunk on four, yep four beers? Oh yes.
Then you go home and get even drunker and call a girlfriend and cry about an ex.
Then you go and find the CD with THE pictures on it, and sit in the dark, listen to the Cure and cry.
Then you pass out.
Yep, today is a new day that better not be like yesterday.
5/03/2005
horoscopes my ass
my horoscope told me to go to the spa or to kiss someone. Yeah. like that is going to happen.
I am crankilicious today.
I am in billing hell.
And my skirt is too short.
I am crankilicious today.
I am in billing hell.
And my skirt is too short.
5/02/2005
FEVER!
In the morning, fever all through the meeting. MAN DO I HAVE SOME SPRING FEVER. All creatures of the male variety are looking yummylicious to me today.
This is not good. I am supposed to be on a "finding myself", not finding a man phase.
Even Manthrax looks good to me today- DANGER WILL ROBINSON.
KG Is back, and with a vegence....
This is not good. I am supposed to be on a "finding myself", not finding a man phase.
Even Manthrax looks good to me today- DANGER WILL ROBINSON.
KG Is back, and with a vegence....
22 miles and I lived to tell the tale
Yep, I walked 22 miles on Friday night. Amazingly, I lost 7lbs in the process, and loved every minute of it.
I had the wedding dream again. Yes, the one that I am standing on the Porch of the Grand Hotel and my fiance is late for our weddings. My friends all look at me and say, "you just cant get a man who can tell time can you?"
Yes, I am just that crazy.
I had the wedding dream again. Yes, the one that I am standing on the Porch of the Grand Hotel and my fiance is late for our weddings. My friends all look at me and say, "you just cant get a man who can tell time can you?"
Yes, I am just that crazy.
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