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05:21 pm
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a long one...
I've lost a blog. Actually, I’ve lost two blogs… in two weeks. In the midst of posting them, they somehow fell into a MySpace abyss and haven’t been seen since. Both times, I immediately contemplated retyping them. That feeling quickly passed. I’m like a pressure cooker. Life happens and the pot is filled. Things heat up. I feel things a little too deeply and overanalyze everything… pressure builds. I blow off a little steam and VOILA! Ham and beans!! Or something like that…. Once that steam is gone though, I can’t get it back. Blogging a blog I’d already blogged while trying to capture the original feeling behind it would’ve never worked anyway. Then again... maybe the stuff I was putting out there wasn't meant to be out there. In that case, everything happens for a reason. Not to mention the fact that I’ve been in some sort of a pensive funk lately. Let me just state for the record that PENSIVE and FUNK aren’t meant to go together. Ever. Know that.
As most of you know by now, I’m not a talker. I’m a little shy…used to be A LOT shy… endured a lengthy, controlling relationship where learning to keep feelings/opinions to myself was a must. (Don’t ask. I was an idiot back then.) Anything written,… Cards, letters, emails, texts, etc. are my best forms of communication. I don’t know why, it’s just how I’m wired. A couple of weeks ago, someone who should know me pretty well, someone I thought understood me, someone who had just read an lengthy email I’d sent them actually said to me, “Your words mean nothing to me. They’re just words… words on a piece of paper.” NICE. Thanks for that. I’ll know not to try so hard where you’re concerned from now on.
The day before Thanksgiving a good friend of mine was almost killed in a motorcycle accident and has been fighting for his life since in ICU. When I first caught wind of the accident, I didn’t even investigate further. Now, I feel terrible for just assuming that he’d be fine and going on with my life. Since then, I’ve gathered all the details and… well… Jason’s good people, and what’s happened to him is anything BUT good. The holidays are just around the corner and he has small children… small children that mean the world to him. There’s an entire group of us that have been keeping an online vigil of sorts and waiting on the edge of our seats for updates on his condition, and… the last one wasn’t as positive as we’d been hoping for. These are the times that I wish I weren’t a nurse, that I wish I didn’t understand everything that’s going on with him right now. I fix people, FOR A LIVING, and now… now I just feel so damn helpless.
I worked Thanksgiving, which… I guess if I had any other job in the world, working Thanksgiving would be ICKY. Not my job. We had visitors at the house the night before, and then I was up until after midnight baking pies. Some were to share with my co-workers the next day; some to take to Daddy’s house on Thanksgiving night. In my overly tired rush to get out the door @ 5:30am Thanksgiving morning… I left all the pies on the kitchen table. Upon arriving to work at 6am, I loved every wrinkled face around the nurses’ station (kisses on cheeks, Good mornings and Happy Thanksgivings all around) that happened to already be up that early. That’s also around the time that I realized that I’d forgotten the pies. Sonofa! So I was working, and loving faces, and working, and I don’t know what came over me, but by 9am… I was in TEARS. With anyone else this would probably be cause for alarm, but for those that know me, it happens. Everyone kept asking me what was wrong, and it was all so odd… I had NO CLUE. I mean… I had a lot going around and around in my head, but nothing that I could pin point I guess.
My boys were already back home with their family and had been since Tuesday. I was heading home that night to see Daddy and his family. Mom and my boys were joining us all at Daddy’s Friday for more food and family. It had been months since I’d spent time with Mom and Dad, so I think I was just overly excited. My sister was in the Navy Reserve for a while, but enlisted full service about a year ago. She’s in Virginia now, and even though we’ve NEVER gotten along (we’re polar opposites), I was saddened by the realization that this would be the first time that she wouldn’t be home for the holidays. I was angry with some of my residents’ families… people were showing up to see my old folks, people I’d never seen before! I’ve worked there for over a year… where the fuck have all of these people been all of that time?? The only come visit on the holidays?!? Sometimes I feel like the only “family” most of those people have, and I love them each as if they were… even the old cranky ones… yet people were just appearing out of nowhere. That’s also about the time the text messages from some of Those Girls started rolling in… “I am thankful for you.” You girls know better! That sappy shit tears me up!! Little things, like… I’d forgotten the pies on top of some other things I’ve been stressing about lately, and the fact that I was tired (I’ve been known to cry ONLY because I’m tired – with absolutely nothing else going on, lol), I was a mess! *shaking head*
I made it to Daddy’s house Thanksgiving evening and… it was just wonderful. Hanging out with Daddy and uncle Bob (Dad’s twin brother) is always a good time. I love watching them together. My father’s not always been the healthiest of individuals, and just like a chick, I’ve always been scared that 1) something terrible would happen and I wouldn’t have him around anymore, and 2) something terrible would happen and I wouldn’t have him to give me away – you know… should I ever need him to. It’s always been a bit comforting to know that if anything ever happened to him though, that although I’d be devastated, I kind of have a Backup Daddy should I ever need one. They haven’t always gotten along either, and it seems that the older they get, the more time they spend together – kind of like my sister and I, I guess. With me already being in an emotional state that day, recent occurrences, etc… seeing them together was well… bittersweet. Which led me to, "Daddy... I know you and uncle Bob are a little old to still be having your picture made together and all, but get your ass over here and hold still anyway."
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The next day, Mom picked up my boys from their family’s house and came out to Daddy’s as well. My parents have always had an odd relationship. They’ve been divorced since I was 7 and my sister was 3, yet… they’ve always gotten along. I used to think it was all a put on for my sister and I, until I ended up in the same situation with my boys’ dad. (TANGENT) We’re friends. It was odd at first, and on more than one occasion, tempers flared and names were called. Since then though… what’s the point in hating him simply because he’s an ex? Neither of us still wants to be with the other. We were together originally because we both thought the other was good people. We can’t continue to be good people now that we’re not together? We understand that we weren’t going to work, why dwell on the fact that we didn’t? Why fight for the sake of fighting? We’ve gotten along for years now and can sit and talk about anything, and the boys know that they can talk to either of US about anything as well. It works… much like Mom and Dad. (END TANGENT, lol) That’s how Mom and Dad have always been. When Mom wasn’t with anyone, Dad and his ex-wife used to invite Mom and grandma over for the holidays so they (Mom & Dad) could both be with my sister and I on the holidays and so Mom wouldn’t be alone. It was good spending time with Mom too, although the more I ate the more I slept, so I didn’t get as much time with her as I could’ve had I been able to stay awake, lol.
Friday night on the road trip home from Daddy’s, I found out that one of my good friend’s mother passed away on Thanksgiving. We all knew that it was coming and she’d been very sick for a quite while now, but that fact that she was actually gone now, and well… on Thanksgiving? I’ve been pretty upset about it since and stuck in that “wanting to do something, but there’s nothing that I can do” phase since. She’s such a good person. Since meeting her, I’ve wanted nothing but the best for her. This goes far beyond just wanting her to be OK… I NEED her to be OK. She and Jason have been in my thoughts almost continually lately. Between what’s happened to the both of them, I sometimes feel guilty about letting everyday stuff get me down.
Everyday stuff like... I coulda been at the Keith Urban concert last night, if it weren’t for the fact that I’ve turned miserly. I’ve stopped ordering out as much for lunch at work. I’ve been trying to spend less on bowling nights, ie: unnecessary beer, and even lopped off a bowling night or two in favor of letting the sub bowl instead. Why? Just trying to be a little more responsible with funds lately. (That… and I just spent over $600 having freeze plugs and my radiator fixed – wtf are freeze plugs???) I could’ve afforded the tickets, but I’m a spoiled bitch. I hafta be close, or somewhere that resembles close, or it’s just not worth going. I’m picky about when I buy tickets and where those tickets are. I’d even asked Melissa if she wanted to join me, she agreed, game on… right? My plan was to join the fan club while ordering the tickets (yeah, that’s the sort of thing I do), since I’d planned on joining his fan club eventually anyway, but I dunno…I had the Ticket Master page right in front of me, debit card in hand, and decided against even going at all. No specific reason, I just suddenly thought to myself that I didn’t NEED to go, and well… not to sound too “out there” or anything, but I’ve had enough feelings recently that I haven’t gone with that I wish I had, so… I went with it. Hearing all of the radio commercials beforehand, loving the music… then deciding not to go for a reason that even I didn’t know? Yet, I was suddenly OK with not going. (And yes… even I realize how insane that sounds.)
Now… on to the Christmas gift idea that somehow went horribly wrong (somewhere between the giver and receiver)… I STILL coulda been at the Keith Urban show last night. How? On the way to Daddy’s house on Thanksgiving, out of nowhere, I was questioned about when the Keith show was again. Thanksgiving was the 24th. Keith was last night, the 2nd. That’s eight days & the tickets had been on sale for months. Thanksgiving evening, I checked my phone to find a voice mail from Linc’s sister. She says that “they’d” heard that I wanted to go to the Keith Urban concert, and that she’d also been wanting to go, so Linc’s dad would buy tickets as a Christmas gift, so I should call her back if I wanted to go. When I bring it up that his sister called, he said, “Oh yeah, what’d she want?” He knew damn well what she wanted; I love it when they play dumb.
I said, “She wanted to know if I wanted to go to the Keith Urban concert.”
“You going?”
“Probably not.”
“WHAT?!”
So I START to explain that I originally wanted to go, but after deciding not to, that I just wasn’t that excited about it anymore, etc… He cut me off.
“I thought you’d be excited. Dad's come a long way. He would’ve never thought to do something like that like that for us. Just don’t fucking go.”
At that point, I’m thinking… WTF JUST HAPPENED HERE? All he knew is that I was turning down a gift from his dad, that I was turning down spending time with his sister and he was pissed. Never mind the fact that at that point, I’d have turned down the idea even if Melissa had brought it up. I totally dig his family. His dad is a great guy and his sister is one of the sweetest people on earth. This had absolutely nothing to do with them.
There I sat pissed that he was pissed. This was MY “gift.” That's when my doormat tendencies kicked in… even though the tix had been on sale for months… even though Keith had won Entertainer of the Year since the tickets had gone on sale and I personally heard the DJ of the country station I listen to SAY JUST A DAY BEFORE, that if people wanted to go to the show, they’d better get the tix ASAP because anything decent was going fast, I WAS STILL THINKING OF GOING! Why? Not because I wanted to, but because I’m the kind of person that makes things easy on other people. I want people to be happy even if I’m not. To me, it was easier to just say that I’d go and make he, his sister, and his father happy, than NOT to go and have him pissed at me. Besides... it's Keith! How bad could it be?! Haha... At this point, we’re in the car and had just left Daddy’s, which meant that there was another 1.5 hours of driving time left. At one point, I’m staring out the window and dwelling as I do. Since I’m not the greatest verbal communicator, especially when I’m hurt, I pretty much have to go over and over everything in my head and come up with some sort of script. Otherwise I open my mouth to express my angst and nothing comes out. Sounds crazy, I know. But, it works. In my head the script looks like one of those problem-solving tables. “Do you have stomach pain?” If YES à blah blah blah. If NO à blah blah blah. I’m thinking, “I’m gonna say… this. And if he says this, I’ll say that. If he says that, I’ll say this.” Yeah… I already know I’m dysfunctional… AND? I have to think about this shit!! Just as I finalize my script and turn to tell him about himself… I notice he’s playing with his phone. AS I SAY, “Ya know… I wish you wouldn’t get as pissy with me as you do, as EASILY as you do…” I was prepared to go on and say, “You didn’t even let me explain WHY I don’t want to go, you just got pissed at me and that was that.” I never got that far. The next thing I remember thinking was, “Is that motherfucker DIALING?” I watched in astonishment and yep, the next thing I heard were hunting plans being made for the weekend. Okay… I THOUGHT I was talking… hell… maybe I was just thinking? NO… I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE I WAS TALKING!! That’s the moment that the going to show just to make him happy idea flew right out the window. He wasn't guilting me into shit. After he got off the phone, I waited for him to say something... anything. I know he heard me. At that point, I'd have been happy with a sarcastic, "I'm sorry. Did you say something?" What'd I get? Nothing. Sweet! He wasn't talking to me either and only another hour to go!… GOOD TIMES.
I finally DID tell him about himself that/last weekend… when my lividity dropped to a level that allowed me to speak to him again. I tried to explain that after he chose to talk on the phone instead of listening to me discuss how I felt, I wasn't even upset about the concert situation anymore, instead I was hurt that me discussing how I felt apparently wasn't important. I still don’t think he gets it though, which means that in the grand scheme of things... I wigged out for nothing. Again. *shrugging*
So, anyway… TO MY FRIENDS: Should I seem a bit “out there” lately, or not as talkative, etc... I’m sorry. Between the old stuff I had going on, ie: younger son and his school stuff, and recent stuff... stuff I've discussed here and more that I haven't, I’ve just had a lot on my mind. Have I mentioned that my 13 yr. old is now questioning the existence of God? LMAO… Yeaaaaaaah.
Love you all,
Lu
Current Mood:  pensive
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04:35 pm
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"The Box"
I keep stuff. I keep lots of stuff. I keep my favorite stuff in a big Rubbermaid box. The Box has been in the back of my Blazer for the longest time (while talking to Melissa today I remembered why it was in there... which... was a funny reason in itself). My car broke down this week and had to be towed to a garage. I took The Box out of the car before leaving it @ the garage for fear that someone might get nosey. Not that there's anything THAT important (or incriminating) in there... but yeahhhhhh. Someone might think I'm a bit special. And by "special"... I mean SHORT BUS. So what's in the box? Let's see...
1 sheet music booklet for Bon Jovi "Always" (FYI: I can't even read music. I LOVE that song though. I guess at some point, I just HAD to have it.)
1 Revolutionary Comics, Inc. Rock'n'Roll Poison comic book
1 Vic Firth "Mike Fasano - Warrant" drumstick - used
1 Vater Bottle Rockett "Rikki Rockett" drumstick - used
1 Johnny Rabb Bottleneck "Rikki Rockett" drumstick - used
3 other drumsticks, 1 broken, all used. All of unknown origin.
1 1998 Samantha Fox "I Wanna Have Some Fun" vinyl 45
1 1975 Sweet "Fox on the Run" vinyl 45
1 1987 Samantha Fox "Naughty Girls" vinyl 45
3 capsule package of Yellow Jackets Dietary Supplements wrapped in a photocopied All Access Quiet Riot pass. (Part of the White Trash Dream Date winnings. Don't ask. I don't know either.)
1 Trojan Ultra Pleasure Condom still in it's package. Expiration Date: June 2001 (Also part of the White Trash Dream Date winnings which ... happened in AUGUST of 2001. Yeah. Expired. Haha.)
79 Poison collectors/trading cards with 2 hollographic Poison stickers from the packages they came in.
1 plastic pink rose
2 purple Club Rockett lanyards
1 red and blue 1-800-USA-ARMY lanyard. (Courtesy of the White Trash Dream Date)
1 black string lanyard
1 brown leopard print lanyard
1 pink leopard print lanyard
1 February 2001 Metal Maniacs magazine (I've looked through it 5 times. I don't know why I had to have THIS ONE.)
1 Posin "Appearing Live..." ad (ganked from I don't even KNOW where)
1 set finger-sized handcuffs
1 white Warrant Street Team Tshirt with "Band" on one sleeve (White Trash Dream Date)
1 green John Deere Tshirt signed by Rikki Rockett, Mike Fasano, and Zeek (White Trash Dream Date)
THE Dry Erase Board
1 black Metal Sludge bucket hat (www.metalsludge.tv)
A pinstriped toilet seat/lid painted by Rikki Rockett that reads "To Queen Tina with love... Rikki Rockett '02"
1 Posin Show ticket dated October 8th, 2005 (although I didn't get to go because of a wedding I attended)
1 Posin set list (from??)
1 photo CD titled "Girls Night Out" from February 12, 2005. There are pics of every set of breasts on my bowling team on there as well as dancing and karaoke pics.
1 black wrist band (ganked from Mike Fasano @ a Rockfest stop in West Plains, MO.)
1 Total Poser Tshirt (www.totalposer.com - also from Mikey in West Plains.)
1 black YLS sockhat
1 large plastic Zildjian cymbal bag adorned with a "Cockstar" sticker and a "Needleworks, 583-4044, Saratogo, NY" sticker (White Trash Dream Date)
1 Metal Sludge "Sludgin' in Vegas 2004" laminate (www.metalsludge.tv)
1 Metalfest III Springfest band laminate
1 Metalfest IV Summerfest band laminate
2 Emaciation "Sophia Siren" All Access laminates (www.myspace.com/emaciation)
1 Bret Michaels 2001 Glam Slam Metal Jam Fan Club/Aftershow Pass (I was trying to be a good lil' girlfriend and do something fun for my now ex. Just so ya know... he never appreciated anything. The gesture didn't earn me any points, lol)
1 Club Rockett laminate labeled "Tina"
1 Poison Glam Slam Metal Jam 2001 Limited Access laminate labeled "Tina Lu White Trash Dream Date Winner"
1 Poison Hollyweird All Access laminate labeled "Queen Tina"
1 Posin 2005 Loud and Snotty All Access laminate
1 Pablo Cruise "Backstage Pass" (tee hee!)
1 black Motley Priest tiny Tshirt
1 green John Deere wristband
1 oversized novelty "diamond" ring
3 signed Poison tickets, "Rikki Rockett"
1 signed Rockfest ticket, "Mike Fasano"
1 signed Poison ticket, "Bret Michaels"
2 Posin business cards
1 Poison/Lori Seidenberg business card
1 Talk Dirty/Jett Michaels business card
1 Strub DVD labeled #3 of 50 (www.myspace.com/strub)
1 card key to rm 3524 of the Riviera Hotel and Casino, Las Vegas, NV. 3/18/05 to 3/21/05 (Sludge'n in Vegas)
An airline luggage tag (not mine, lol)
1 baggie of tickets and sticky passes that survived shows. Most are Poison except for one KISS VIP (non-used, still on the backing), and one Bad Medicine/HOB Artist
1 Metal Shop CD (recently signed by Ralph and Russ after an Atomic Punks show here in MO.)
1 Rock City News Vol. 20, No. 19, October 24, 2002 containing pics of the MSE I co-hosted in L.A. (Also recently signed by Ralph and Russ)
1 Stratford Bar and Grill List of Upcoming Events. (I wondered why I'd kept this until I turned it over to find, "Where the hell is Frangadakis?!?")
Jizzy Pearl's "Just a Boy" CD signed, "Thanks, Tina! Jizzy Pearl"
Rikki Rockett's "Glitter 4 Your Soul" CD signed, "I am TinaLu's Bitch! Rikki Rockett"
Bret Michaels' "Songs of Life" signed, "TinaLu finally! Bret Michaels"
1 plastic "gold" medal with red/white/blue ribbon stolen from O'Charlies during an outing with Those Girls in Indiana.
January 2003 Black Belt Magazine
1 Cracker Barrel Old Country Store "Summer in America 2001" publication. (White Trash Dream Date winnings. *shrugging*)
1 newspaper clipping from the FRONT PAGE of my hometown's newspaper from March 18th, 200? (a few years ago) 3 friends and myself were pictured wearing green feather boas while smoking and drinking during a St. Patrick's Day Pub Crawl. Mom was so proud.
1 gift certificate for a 15min. Thumb Massage by Ricky Parent authorized by Dr. Rockett. (WTDD)
1 "Cockstar" sticker. (WTDD)
1 - 8" crystal/glass with fairies inside.
1 Posin show poster stolen from the wall of a bar due to the fact that it read, "Friends of TinaLu.com"
1 neon green piece of paper stolen from a dressing room door that reads, "DO NOT ENTER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES - Interview in progress! Big John"
1 set Metal Sludge guitar picks
1 Rachel Bolan guitar pick
1 white Christy Calabro/American Anthem guitar pick (the font seems oddly familiar)
2 red Bret Michaels Songs of Life guitar picks
2 Ernie Ball guitar picks - "Skid Row" & "Thickskin August 5th 2003"
1 white Posin guitar pick (that oddly enough... has the drummer's name on it)
1 green Posin www.posinweb.com guitar pick
1 white Steve Frangadakis www.onelightburning.com guitar pic
1 green Vince Neil/Jason Hook www.jasonhook.net guitar pic
5 guitar picks of unknown origin
1 Michael Jackson "Thriller" vinyl LP (complete with the puffy stickers I added to the inside of the sleeve in third grade.)
1 Guns n Roses "Appetite for Destruction" vinyl picture LP
1 Motley Crue "Girls Girls Girls" vinyl picture LP
2 Poison single vinyl picture albums
1 HUGE bag of cassettes and cassette singles I can't bear to throw away even though I never play them and they sound like shit.
1 "Queen Bitch" plaque
Random greeting cards from Those Girls and other friends
1 crown Christmas ornament that reads, "Queen of Everything" - a gift from Klaudia.
1 chrome lazerlight cigarette lighter
Note card from a friend referencing naps and koolaid.
1 blonde bobblehead doll wearing a camo skirt and boots. The base reads, "Rock Goddess.
Something NOT in the box because I use it all the time, although it's earned its place in there: 1 red oversized coffee mug that reads, "It's good to be QUEEN." - A gift from Mel.
Those Girls quote/memory book - containing gems such as, "I think I have my underwear on backwards." - Melissa "It's all fun and games until somebody pukes." - Holly And... my personal favorite, "Game on, motherfucker!"
PHOTOS, PHOTOS, and more PHOTOS.
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03:37 pm
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Get yer motor running... head out on the highway...
So, today on the way home from work on an interstate highway, I was in the center of three lanes, coming up quickly on the semi in front of me. I blinker'd left and started pulling into the "fast" lane. Some soccer mom and her passenger in a maroon SUV was coming up pretty fast in that lane, and even though my turn signal was on, she just kept on coming. She wasn't like going fast enough that she'd have to slam on her brakes or anything, but she would've had to let up on the accelerator just a bit, ya know? Anyway, she had time to see the blinker, it was either slam on MY brakes, slam into the back of the semi, or head for her lane. I merged into her lane.
I'm a nosey broad and a people watcher, so I'm watching her in my rearview, and holy shit... you woulda thought I just took off her front bumper or something! Her hands flew up into the air & her mouth was going ninety to nothing. All the while, her soccer mom co-pilot kept looking at her and me and her and me, flinging HER hands all around the cockpit too, and nodding ferociously. Needless to say, although I've expressed my fair share of road rage, I found this all to be HYSTERICAL. I mean... really. WTF people?
Later, about 10 miles down the interstate, I'm still amused and watching them from time to time in the rear view. The two of them are again sitting quietly, both of us are still in the farthest left lane, and she's still behind me. Some little blue SUV decided at one point that he'd like to come over into our lane as well, I saw his blinker, and let off the gas because... that's was courteous drivers do, right? He came over. Yeah, he was a little closer than I would've liked, but I was too lazy to apply the brakes, so I didn't fault him. He waved and I waved back. I looked up into the rear view, and O... M...G. The celebration that broke out in the Mom Mobile behind me? Four hands in the air, mouths open in unheard exclamation, and then??? A HIGH FIVE. Are you fucking kidding me?!? They were excited because the other SUV had "cut me off."
Is interstate ignorance really THAT satisfying?
A littler farther down the road, and we all happen to get off at the same exit. The bitch driving the Mom Mobile actually pulled up next to me, mouthed, "HA!" and POINTED AT ME. I smiled and calmly reached into my pocket. (Q: What do rockstars and nurses have in common? A: All the good ones carry Sharpies.) I grabbed the nearest piece of paper in the car and quickly scribed, "YOU HAVE ISSUES." As the light turned green and we were about to go our separate ways... I found retribution in the raising of my sign.
... and the bird
...as I smiled at her and drove away.
The last thing I saw was her jaw dropping and co-pilot's hands flying back into the air. I'm hoping they saw the bumper sticker. Email me bitch. I dare ya.
Current Mood:  amused
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09:44 pm
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MySpace Email Fun!
ACTUAL EMAILS:
Mike: "hi my name is michelle i created a profile for my friend mike he is totally cool and trying to meet a good chic. send him a message" Lemme think. NO. *deleted*
Devils Reject: "hey i just ran across your profile and i must say you are beautiful. i just moved to st. louis not too long ago for a successful career to get a real life started..lol. anyways, im looking for some new friends and a girl so if your interested in either then please don't hesitate to email me back. hope to hear from you soon!" As tempting as a guy with no life is , NO. *deleted*
ryan: "you are hot... the end..." *deleted*
ryan (again): "you are way to hot... wow..." Your charm and wit were so effective the first time I didn't answer, you thought you'd try again? *deleted*
BIG G WIGGLES: "Whatup shortie, you look real good...I go to slu, holla at me sometime" Isn't their motto, "St. Louis University - Where Knowledge Touches Lives"? Your parents must be so proud. *deleted*
Christian: "I lived here all my life and worked in the music biz for 5 years before I left St. Louis. I'm back now working on my biznesses and if u like too we should go for a drink this weekend." I've gotta give Christian his props. He wasn't illiterate like the rest of them and seemed to actually have things going for him. If I were the kind of girl that met random guys from the internet for drinks, we'd be on like Donkey Kong. *deleted*
Christian (again): "Wanna go see Our LAdy Peace VIP STYLE? Hummer stretch limo and good times. My buddies who still work in radio out here asked me on saturday night let me know if u want to go." Sweet of him to invite me considering we've never met, talked, chatted, texted, emailed, or even interacted. If I were all about using people, I'd have been on Christian like white on rice. *deleted after politely declining*
Travis: "WOW You are really CUTE!!!!!!!!!!" *deleted*
Travis (again): "Hi my name is travis and i was wondering if you could possibly be interested in me, because i am very interested in you! Get back to me please...." *deleted*
Travis (again): "Hey again. Well, what do you think of me, i would really like to know! get back to me!" *deleted*
Travis (AGAIN): "Hey Cutie Do you have IM or anything like that, I would love to chat with you!!!!!!" Remember that one time? The time I gave false hope to a boy named Travis because I replied to an email he sent? No? Me neither. *deleted*
Carlos: "hey wats up iam carlos" Something about default photos of pit bulls... that's hot. *deleted*
Travis (a different one, lol): "just seeing if you would be intrested in getting to know each other a little. let me know." Nope. *deleted*
J: "hi, you seem cool, you seem to have a sense of humor, you are very very pretty and that poison shirt is awesome" Eh... nice enough. I wrote back and said something about not being able to make any assumptions about him because his profile was almost blank. *deleted*
J (again): "anything in particular youd like to know? what area are you in?" I don't think so. *deleted*
J (again): "you are older than me haha i like that joan jett is a hero" *deleted*
J (again): "how are you today?" *deleted* Not his fault... I'm easily creeped out.
Dave: "hey whats up I know ur older then me but age dont mean shit but u caught my eye whats up" You're kidding, right? *deleted*
Dave (again): "whats up how r u doin" Oooh, text me bad boy. *deleted*
Dave (again): "hey whats up i hav left u a message but no response is it cuz im to young or what" It's the "or what." *deleted*
Jordan: "Hey how r u" You guys don't realize that this sort of communication is only acceptable while texting, do ya? *deleted*
Mirko: "Hi , my name is mirko...from italy...would you like to help me improving english??? You could be my sexy english teacher...." As funny as the Long Duck Dong/16 Candles flashback was... "Oh sexy American girrrrrrrrlfriennnd?!" No. *deleted*
A: "Hello. How are things today? My name is Alan. I'm 35, new here and thought I would say hi. Is this site any good? Anyway......briefly about me: I sell pharmaceuticals, play tennis, go to the gym, run, travel and like fine dining. I'm 6 0 172, athletic, tan, short blk hair, lt brn eyes and nice abs (sorry, had to say that). I would like to learn more about you when you get the chance. I'm kind of skeptical about this online stuff, but we'll see where it goes. I hope to hear from you. Either way, have a good one and take care." A gets an "A" for effort. BUT... A, you're supposed to be hitting on the chicks that say they're here for dating/serious relationships. *deleted*
A (again): "So....I said hi the other day. How are things today? Alan (35/Clayton)" *deleted*
denemey: "HEY HEY how ya doin? *deleted*
bryan: "hey how are you?..Like the pics!!...im bryan, im from o'fallon...i just wanted to say hi and see if maybe we could talk some more..do you have aol or yahoo?..hope to hear from you soon...bryan" Bryan seems nice enough, although I thought it was a bit odd that his name was the subject of the email. Once again though... try the 1,582,295 other chicks who are here actually LOOKING TO HOOK UP. *deleted*
Michael: "Yikes Holy shit you are cute........" Sweet, but this stuff only appeals to the narcissists, babe. *deleted*
Kevin: "hey, sup?" Whatta conversationist. *deleted*
cornholeo: "hey, when are we hanging out cutey??? lol i like your profile btw, write back" I need TP for my bunghole. *deleted*
Sunil: "wow, If I was the guy taking the pics of you sticking out your ass, I would have dropped to my knees and gave you a nice tongue thrashing" Where can conversation actually GO after an intro like this? *deleted*
James: "how are ya? james here. u are a cutie. love your pics. lets chat..i am so bored. buzz me back. laters" James was a lil' cutie himself, but... *deleted*
H to the izzo: "someones hot! can we hang out sometime?" This name looks familiar. I think I've deleted his stuff before. Nothing personal, it's just really difficult for me to get into this online PRE-date/hookup thing when... silly me... I'M NOT HERE TO DATE OR HOOK UP. *deleted*
cha cha: "youve got me curious, why youre not talking to me, I say hello, but all I get is nothing in return, but I stay persistant, its the only way for me to get what I want, not asking for to much
just intelligent conversation, not a touch, Im sure you get all kinds of guys telling all kinds of lies, deceit (spl chk) and despise
look into my eyes, even tho there small, Im not trying to get anything from you at all. Just to say hi. Dont be rude tina. Justin" I can honestly say that no one's EVER cyber rapped to me before. Thank you, Justin! *deleted*
Adam: "How are you tonight, why dont you check out my profile and drop me a line and lets talk a bit and see what all we have in common and see how many ways I can suprise you in good ways when it comes to getting to know me.. :)" *deleted* Nothing personal... I'm just not trying to "get to know anyone" either.
AND... the one that takes the fucking cake... V. V's special. He got a link and his entire email copied because he's a classy fucker.
"Hi sexy . where are you? where have you been? As you can see i had lots of time on my hands to think about YOU .
This is to let you know what I plan on doing to that sexy body of yours when we meet and we end up getting along and I get to have my wicked way with you.
I want you in a dark room standing in the doorway with both of us facing each other
Your hands down by your side as I take my fingers and slide them between your fingers
Holding them tight. As I slowly kiss the side of your neck. Then walking you over to a flat wall with the lights off as I slowly undress you and have you put your arms up on the wall with your back to me as I start to kiss the back of your neck very softly just under your hair making sure that your eyes are shut and you need to keep both your hands up on the wall. Don’t move at all. I need to have the tip of my tongue run down the middle of your back down the side of your legs down to your toes with lots of soft kisses no hands just lips and tongue, once I get to your toes I would start to work my way up from between your legs as I touch your skin I want to watch as your legs slowly start to spread very little at a time till I can get my head between them and keep kissing and licking the side of your legs from inside and work my up to your ass and take both my hands and slowly spread your ass apart and let the tip of my tongue work its way in between and keep teasing you till you cant take it anymore and just turn around and grab the back of my head and push your hips to my lips then push me down on the floor and get on top of my face with one hand grabing the back of my head pulling it up and the other hand spreading your self wide open and slowly rocking back and forth rubbing your wet lips all over my mouth till you feel the tip of my tongue slide in you then just sit up and start to go up and down on my tongue and DON’T stop till you cum dripping in my mouth . then I want you on your back as I drop down between your legs and with the tip of my tongue I would make sure I have every last drop of your juices in to my mouth and take 2 fingers and slide them in you as I bend my fingers up and rub just under your clit from inside pushing my full lips on your erect clit and slowly start to suck on your clit as my finger work round and round inside you at the same time . What do you think am I a pain in the ASS? See what you did? I think you are one very very sexy woman. "
I liked V so much that I replied:
"You're kidding, right?
1) I don't even KNOW you.
2) Does this shit really work on other chicks?
3) Fuck off.
Toodles!
~Lu"
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: Michael Jackson - Thriller
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Because I have nothing better going on right now...
I was gonna change up the order of my Friends List… you know, use that new Top 8 feature? I started looking through my list of folks when it hit me: What happens when I put my Top 8 friends in the Top 8 positions and then one of you comes along thinking that you belong in the Top 8, but you’re not? Then your feelings are all hurt and shit because you really thought you were in and you’ve just found out that you’re not quite as in as you thought you were. Really… I don’t need that kind of pressure. Therefore, you’re all staying just where you are. Got it?
Or maybe I’ll just go pick out people I’d love to be close friends with to fill those Top 8 positions… I bet Lionel would love to be at that top of my list.
I’ve been at my current job for over a year now… Yay. (I guess.) I'm not fond of the weekends I have to work, but it's not a bad gig. My eval went well. I’m hoping the yearly raise will go just as well. *fingers crossed*
While watching the 100 Greatest Duets special on CMT the other night, I once again realized that ½ of Montgomery Gentry pisses me off. I almost took the time to Google his name for ya’s, until I decided that I can’t bring myself to get THAT concerned. He’s not the dark-haired one w/ the pretty teeth who always has a guitar, but the other one. The bigger one who’s always holding/twirling/carrying around the mic stand? His voice isn’t THAT great, the other guy sings more than he does. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him with an instrument. In place of said instrument though, he just uses the mic stand as a prop. He needs to stop carrying it around, stop holding it out over the audience, stop dancing with it. Speaking of which… how the hell is this guy even able to find the rhythm in the music enough to sing along when he obviously can’t find it enough to NOT look like a tard while strutting around with a mic stand? Ugh… and twirling it, he’s always twirling it! Stop twirling it!! Or better yet… JUST PUT IT DOWN, FUCKER.
I have a “thing” for cloud formations. My head’s always in the clouds. They make me think – not always a good thing. (I’ve been a member of the School of Avoidance for a while now. If I don’t acknowledge that something is actually a problem, there IS no problem, and therefore nothing for me to “fix.”) If there were a channel that did nothing but broadcast the skies going by all day, I’d probably be the only idiot to watch. (Although… at night, they’d need to broadcast lightening storms. All that thunder via surround sound? Yeahhhhhhhh. If any of you steal this idea to start a new channel, I’d better get a cut or I’m SUING! Haha!) Anyway… With the deck STILL incomplete (long story), most times I’m left to watch the clouds go by from my own tiny world on the front step. It’s quiet there. That’s my time. That’s when I work on me. No one’s calling for a nurse. No one’s yelling for their mother. That’s where I dwell on bad days and reflect on good ones. That’s where I overanalyze stuff one day, and dream about anything and everything the next. That’s where I cry and take it all personally one day, and find a way to change the world the next. Ya never know… I might. Maybe it’ll just be my world, but it could be yours too. That state of mind quickly changes though when you find yourself looking back through the clouds at your world. One minute you’re completely self-absorbed, lost in your own thoughts, sitting alongside 120 other self-absorbed folks who couldn’t care less about you either. And then…
http://www.tinalu.com/MySpace/clouds.jpg
http://www.tinalu.com/MySpace/mountains.jpg
…all that stuff you’ve been dwelling on? Not quite as important anymore when you’re feeling all tiny and insignificant, eh?? Makes me glad that I usually travel alone. Although I’m sure that would be a great moment to share with someone, I’m such a sap that I prefer to have my emotional epiphanies alone, rather end up looking like a crybaby in front of someone and ending up trying to EXPLAIN why I’m crying like an idiot.
Speaking of… This has been a fun topic in my life lately. Did you all know that I don’t talk about stuff? Everyday stuff? Yeah. How I feel? Nope. I just... can’t. I don’t ever feel like the words I’ve chosen to convey how I’m feeling gives those feelings a proper voice. I mumble, and laugh, and cry, and stutter, and that’s only when I can get passed standing there staring at whoever I'm with while trying to remember to breathe… Staring at you as if I have absolutely nothing to say… when in reality, I’ve got so much I’d love to say that I don’t even know where to start, or how to get any of it out. My entire life there have been people who’ve thought that they could “fix” me… people who’ve thought that they could MAKE me talk about stuff. I get aggravated enough with myself about this without someone constantly saying, “Why won’t you just talk to me?!” Stop trying to fix me. I’ve come to the conclusion that this is just how I’m wired. I can talk to a couple of girl friends about *just about* everything, but everyone else is pretty much shit outta luck. I’ve found my ways to get stuff "out." I’d journal, but that shit never stays private. Someone… somewhere… at some point is gonna find it and my entire life would be on display for some random friend or family member. Maybe I’ll be dead and gone by that point, but what if I’m not? I don’t want to have to explain the things I’ve done and still do for ME, for my reasons, to anyone now or 50 years from now. I blog. I also know that you “talkers” don’t really understand us “bloggers.” And by not understand, I mean, “You’ll take the time to type for hours about the stuff you have scribbled on this piece of paper, and then post that stuff online, but you won’t talk to me about it?” “Yeah, pretty much.” All you have to understand is that, yeah… the blogging is usually public, but it’s not FOR the public, it’s for me. The funny part is that after I’ve either blogged or just wrote down how I feel… I can talk about it, maybe not in-depth, but I can at least talk about it. Maybe I just needed the blog time to get things straight in my head or to organize my thoughts? *shrugging* I don’t claim to know WHY it works, it just does for me. Blogging gets most things out, and the things it doesn’t? Well, once again… I guess they weren’t meant for everyone else to know anyway. I might handwrite you a ten page letter. I’ll leave little notes here and there. I dig cards. I dig email. I dig IM. For some twisted reason though, I can't talk. I can’t sort what needs to be said and what could go without saying, and just spit it out. I wanna… especially the good stuff. Maybe I’m just a chickenshit? There’s a fine line between telling people how you feel (ie: knowing just what to say, how to say it, etc...) and saying too much and ending up feeling like an idiot for doing so. Maybe I’m just lingering on the safe side of the line by saying far too little. Maybe I just need to relax. I've noticed that when I’m having an utterly great time, I'm making a point of making sure that I'll remember EVERYTHING. Like… everything’s that being said, the looks on people’s faces, every little detail, etc… Sometimes I’m too busy sponging everything up that I forget to like… interact a bit, or I dunno… BREATHE? Haha.
A couple of friends of mine have been up, down, through the ringer, and back to the start, and they talk about EVERYTHING. When I’m on the phone with her, and she’s telling me about their conversations… WOW. Even when things are shitty, they’re talking about how they feel about everything, the good and the bad. And each of them knows exactly where they stand. Kinda makes me feel like I’m “broken” or that there’s something wrong with me. Because there ARE those times when there’s so much in my head that I’d love to be able to just TELL someone what's I'm thinking. I can be sitting right next to them, looking at them even, and I can’t spit out a damn thing. I can’t just SAY what I feel to save my life. Arrrrg! It's aggravating. It's not like that moment's gonna be made better by me grabbing a pen and piece of paper and running into the other room. “I’ll just be in here for a few hours writing you a letter. OK? I'll see ya then?”
So, yeah… what I think I’m trying to admit here is that I think I’m socially retarded. Yeah... just love me for it. It's a character flaw.
Missed a Panic Attack show last night. I ended watching Dirty Dancing again though... for the 10, 573rd time. I hate when you SEE a movie coming on, you know exactly WHAT movie's coming on, you know you've seen 10, 572 times already and really don't want to watch it again, YET... *remote in hand* for some unknown reason, you don't/won't/can't change the channel. One of my favorite movie quotes ever came from that movie though... I was only gonna watch until that point, but ack!... I ended up watching the entire movie, and once again... CRYING at the end. *shaking head* I seriously need help. Haha.
"I'm scared of everything! I'm scared of what I did, of what I saw, of who I am. And mostly... I'm scared of walking out of this room, and never feeling again in my whole life... the way I feel when I'm with you." - Baby
The Atomic Punks are playing 20 minutes from my house this weekend. FREE SHOW. Their show calendar is filled with Cali, Vegas, Cali, Vegas, AZ, Cali, Vegas, and then all of a sudden St. Charles, MO??? WTF? I have to work this weekend, which means that clocking in @ 6AM on Sunday morning might suck after a night at the casino, but fuck it. I’m SO THERE.
I’m in the process of finding a lawyer due to the fact that my son’s dad is being an ass. I hate that it’s come to this. My sons are such good people; they don’t deserve this kinda crap and I always feel like I’ve failed them in some way when this sort of crap comes out of nowhere like this. I’m not going to get into it all here, or elsewhere for that matter. But… it’s all SO unnecessary, and the fact that I’m having to do this at all makes me feel all icky and white trash… arguing about child custody and shit? Ugh. He left a hostile and somewhat threatening (Yep! Threatening!) voicemail. I cried. Not about the threatening part, oddly enough, I’m not worried about that part at all. The fact that a human being can be THAT angry and speak to someone else with such animosity and hatred, let alone ME when I’ve never been anything but accommodating to he and his family, it was just overwhelming. I almost felt sad for his stupid ass. Being “grown up” wouldn’t suck as bad if other adults would be grown ups too.
There's some other stuff I wanted to get out today (like... the time off that I requested, Tara's birthday & me just being a shitty friend, the new Faith and Tim vid, lil' Gene & school, etc...) but it’s going to have to wait for another day. I’ve got stuff I need to go take care of.
Have a great weekend, everyone!!
Lu
Current Mood: Give up the Hostess cupcake!
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01:17 pm
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More stuff.
My modem HATES me today. Confession: *hanging head* I’m on dialup. I KNOW! I KNOW! Welcome to the dark ages! The whole thing is, I’m paying off a credit card. What’s that have to do with getting highspeed, you ask? Not a damn thing. I could get it at any time, I just haven’t because I want off this damn dialup SO FUCKING BAD that I’m using it as motivation to pay off the card. I won’t allow myself to have the highspeed until the Visa is paid off. Yep. These are the games I play with myself. Back to the modem hating me… I don’t get it! It’s practically new! My last modem was a casualty of a summer lightening storm about 4 months ago. I immediately ran out to Circuit City, purchased this one, brought him home, gave him a nice lil’ house to live in, nurtured him, and we’ve been great friends since. I apparently angered him though at some point a couple weeks ago, and he’s been unhappy and uncooperative since. It keeps like… glitching, and then I end up “booted.” Sometimes it happens repeatedly, sometimes every now and again. I have to disconnect/ reconnect, and then SOMETIMES… it won’t even reconnect. What was once motivation is now just a pain in my ass and isn’t worth this much hassle, so yeah… *calling Charter today*
My older son is reading this book he checked out from the school library last week, Eldest. He likes to read, but I haven’t seen him this gaga over a book since last year when he was reading some book called Eragon. After he disappeared for two days after checking it out, I asked, “Aren’t you going to come out of there and like… eat, or bathe, or both?” Turns out, this book is the sequel to the first one, and there’s a third one coming soon. He's completely into these books. Like… yesterday, some of their friends called and wanted to play after school. Jamey originally decided that Gene would go play, but he was going to stay home and read. Then the plan changed and the friends were coming over to our house instead. He was STILL going to let them come over, and his brother was going to play with them, but he was going to read. “Are you kidding me?! You ARE NOT gonna sit here in your room reading when there are other boys here to play with, boys who are now running wildly around OUR basement trying to kill each other with plastic weapons. GET DOWN THERE!!” Once their friends finally left last night, he disappeared again. Around 9pm I sent the order out to the troops that it was bedtime, yet at 9:17pm, I found him in his room reading. This book is like 600 & something pages long so I asked, “What page are you on?” “395.” “You really need to go to bed.” “Can I get to 400 first? Then I’ll go to sleep.” “Alright, but then it's right into bed. Got it?" "Yep. Love you.” Ten minutes later I noticed that the light in his room was still on. “What page are you on?” *him with a giggle and guilty look on his face* “Uhh… 403?” “Will you go to sleep already?!” I decided to do a lil’ research today. As far as I can tell, these books are along the same lines as the Lord of the Rings trilogy. You know the drill… dragons, magic rocks, armies and villages, overcoming adversity and learning life’s lessons all at the same time, etc. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to see that he’s found something he’s into besides video games (something that requires him to READ even !), but sheesh! During my research, I found this snippet from an online book review kinda funny: “Paolini’s writing is, like his main character, growing much more fluid and sure here, with almost none of the embarrassing clunkers that marred the first book. His dialogue, though still the stilted, formal speech beloved by authors of high fantasy, is less hackneyed and clichéd.” Wow. That’s a little harsh considering that the author started writing the book in question when he was like 14!! I also found a site with an online game that takes place in uh… yeah… whatever the name of the place in the story is, www.alagaesia.com/, and added it to the boys’ favorites folder. I haven’t decided yet if that’s a good or bad idea. If you guys never hear from me again, just know that he’s now permanently affixed to the monitor, and it's all my fault. While saving it though, I noticed the other sites in their folder. This new one won’t stick out like a sore thumb or anything: cheatplanet.com, gamefaqs.com, cartoonnetwork.com, joecartoon.com, homestarrunner.com, and quahog5news.com. (Just an FYI - that last one is good times!)
So I’ve been listening to CMT (and Sirius Love Songs, channel 6003 – depending on which one's playing the worst song between the two at the moment) while Chicken and I have been sitting here at the puter this morning, only to discover that Bon Jovi taped a Crossroads with Sugarland? SWEET!! (Airing September 16th and then almost daily for a week. You know… for those Jovi *coughRichiecough* fans out there.) CMT also has something they’re calling “Duets Week” starting Monday. *giddy* I SO DIG DUETS. And then?? They also have some special airing on September 18th… 100 Greatest Duets. O… M… G… (Yeah… how silly is it that I get completely giddy over this sort of thing?? I’m ADDICTED to love songs. How many country songs AREN’T love songs. And now there’s a duet special on the country channel?!? I’m so there!!) The other day I caught a vid taken from that taping. It was Jamie O’Neal and Carrie Underwood; they redid Reba McIntyre & Linda Davis’ “Does He Love You?” (It sounded AWESOME. That song came out how many years ago? *googling* Released in 1994. It still hasn’t lost it’s impact for me though. I cried like an idiot!!) *watching Keith Urban and Lee Ann Womack announce CMA nominees right now* That Keith’s a funny guy, who knew? WOAH! WOAH! WOAH!! Just caught a commercial for the Jovi/Sugarland Crossroads… you Richie fans might not wanna watch it after all. It COULDA been the editing in the commercial, but it APPEARS that during Wanted… Richie’s not even NEAR a mic! The vocalist for Sugarland sang the backing vocals. That’s just… wow… W.R.O.N.G.
I’ve decided that I’m too sensitive to watch the goings on RE: Hurricane Katrina. I was all about it when the media frenzy first started. UNTIL... I was at work one day giving morning medications to a guest, and while in her room I caught a snippet of a story of some older gentleman who was caught in rising water with his wife. At one point things just became to difficult for her, so she told him to tell the children and grandchildren that she loved them, and she… let go. SHE LET GO and the water just...took her away. Forever. OMG… I CAN’T. EVEN. IMAGINE. I immediately burst into tears and vowed never to watch again. I've donated all that I could afford. I pretty much cleaned out my pantry and donated the food to a local church here in STL who’ve been sending food/supplies to the gulf. A day or so ago, again in a guest’s room at work, I caught the snippet of uh… some government/city/town (hell, I don’t know. I was again trying NOT to watch) in Mississippi (I think) crying hysterically & asking for help. Followed closely by a firefighter who stated that they broke through the roof of a house to pull and 11 yr. old boy out of the attic only to find his mother in there with him… dead. AGAIN, I burst into tears. I can’t handle this sort of shit. I cry if I just SEE someone else cry. This is the stance I had to take with the 9/11 terrorist attack too. I was off work that day, my mother called and said to turn the television on. I watched, HORRIFIED, for like four hours crying the entire time. I then had to boycott television and the newspaper for a good 3 months. I’m one of those people that most other people hate when it comes to stuff like this because I’d rather remain completely oblivious than to know what the hell is going on. All of this media coverage has two main objectives: To inform and to gain enough attention so that people will step up to the plate and help. I don’t want to be informed and I’ve helped all I can help right now. Done deal.
I should probably finish the laundry and get to the grocery store. Might even spread a lil’ bleach and Pine Sol 'round this joint. I’d hate to have to have the “I don’t tell you what to do with YOUR days off / that’s because I actually DO SHIT on my days off / wash your own fucking clothes then” discussion again. *rolling eyes* ...cuz tha’s good times, right? Who wouldn't wanna do that again? Haha.
Besides... I need to call the mini storage place back home. I pay them for three months at a time and by the time the next 3 months rolls around, I've forgotten about them. I know, I know... that's what statements are for. Anyway, the owner lady, Pat (yeah, we might be on a first name basis by now), left me a voicemail yesterday. "You know... we don't mind keeping yer stuff here for ya. We dont' mind at all if you'd just pay us." OH! That Pat... always a hoot! Lemme go call her...
Have a great day, everyone! Peace out.
Current Mood: nerdy
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11:39 pm
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You're all invited to come eat off my floor
Yeah, so ... I require lots of "me time." And when I need it, and people won't leave me alone, I clean. What 12 and 13 year old boys in their right minds are gonna ask if I need help? So... clean, I have. That tiny 1/4th of an inch on the baseboards that gather dust? They've ALL been dusted, every baseboard in the house. When you open your washer, and there's like.. tiny hairs/lint/dust inside the rim, and (if ya have them) in your liquid bleach and/or fabric softener dispensers? Those are now also clean. ALL the laundry has been done. I've vacuumed the curtains. Every inch of carpet has been vacummed, including under the beds. I even vacuumed the livingroom furniture. (Damn Chicken and her cat hair!) Every bit of hard wood and/or tile has been swept and mopped. The hardwood entryway even got an extra treat. I Pledge'd it... by hand. (It looks purty, but a word to the wise... don't go running to answer the door in your socks. My older son WIPED OUT - I'd have LOVED to have caught that on video.) The sheets to every bed in the house have been washed. Both bathrooms are spotless... no lint/dust/ behind the toilets... showers spotless (including the glass doors in the master bath).. toilets perfectly clean... mirrors and fixtures gleaming. I even washed the boys' shower curtain. All of the glassware displayed atop my kitchen cabinets was taken down, the tops of the cabinets were dusted, the glassware was all washed and put back. The plants up there have also been dusted and I even mayo'd the leaves to make them shiney. Every houseplant has been watered. There's not a speck of dust in this joint, not in the window sills... not even on top of the fridge. Although... *looking to the left* I think I forgot to dust the ficus in the livingroom. I took everything out of the fridge/freezer, wiped down the shelves/drawers and put everything back. I just finished scrubbing and rinsing the oven so when I bake cookies later, I won't have to look at the little bit of funk (mostly droppings off of frozen pizzas) in the bottom. I took all of the glassware out of my curio cabinet in the dining room, the 3rd load is now running through the dishwasher on the crystal/china setting, and 2/3 of the glassware has already been put back into the cabinet. When I moved in here, I somehow missed putting shelf liner into 3 of the kitchen cabinets, so I finished that off while I was at it.
And now? I'm fucking BORED.
So bored, in fact, that I've gone back and read each and every blog I have posted here. And WOW... I'd like to take a moment to apologize now for inflicting my insanity upon the lot of you. It's funny how stuff in your life can be so important that you just HAVE to blog that shit, cuz it's important, right? Important enough that when you get bored and go back to read it all... you've forgotten about it altogether. OR... you look back and realize that things/people that used to be so important to you... aren't quite as important anymore. Life is funny.
Anyway... funnies/tidbits/points of interest from old blogs:
January 07, 2003 "www.saveaduck.com" (Where the fuck did THIS come from?)
February 03, 2003 "Our hotel, the Riviera, was on the less busy end of the strip, which was perfectly OK by us. We could at least cross the street if needed (It was needed! They had great big margaritas over there! ) We were SUCH tourists... sight seeing (the sites we saw in Cheetah's!!), riding rollercoasters (we broke Olivia of her fear of heights, lol), and eating - The best idea ever??? A food court in the lobby of your hotel! A food court w/ KRISPY KREME!!
June 23, 2003 "Parenthood. God, I love this game."
September 12, 2003 ""I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it." ...Aren't there classes I could sign them up for, or something?
October 07, 2003 "I can aspire to be your everything, wanting nothing but to bring you joy. But, reliance on me for your happiness will be your downfall. I'll be your pedestal, but never a crutch."
December 11, 2003 "Oh! and I feel all grown up. I got my AAA Membership Card in the mail the other day."
January 05, 2004 "Grandma called me today to wish me a happy birthday. She says that she's been trying for days to reach me and not my "machines." Once she got me on the phone, she burst into song. She sang the entire Happy Birthday song to me! Now... grandma couldn't carry a tune in a bucket, but it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard!"
January 27, 2004 "In the end, what affects your life most deeply are things too simple to talk about." --Nell Blaine
March 24, 2004 "I can't imagine the dedication, the money already spent, the time and energy that must have been put into this spring tour (a tour that was supposed to start in only 3 weeks)... all wasted."
March 25, 2004 "Vegas is finally over... I can't really think of anything that I did that I wished I hadn't done, and although I know of a few things I wish I HAD done that I didn't... GOOD TIMES. I was lucky enough to not only reconnect with old friends, but make new ones as well... I saw a few I had missed dearly, partied like a rockstar, and the list of those I now miss has grown."
March 27, 2004 "You live and you learn, and as long as you don't let it keep you down... You're on your way to living happily ever after."
April 14, 2004 "Circus Peanuts - That new toothpaste that's like orange, or red, and it's flavored? The one w/ Emeril in the commercial? The orange one tastes like fucking Circus Peanuts. *gag* What I'm saying here is... if you despise Circus Peanuts, don't even TRY it. *heave*"
April 20, 2004 "I can't quite put my finger on it, but for some reason, I wasn't feeling particularly FESTIVE at that moment."
May 21, 2004 "I've forgiven him, only because that's what people are supposed to do, but there aren't any 'rules' that say I should forget what I went through. And for THAT... I hope karma bites him in the ass. Cheers, Asshole."
June 13, 2004 "Anger = Fear: I either read this or saw it on television at work sometime last week, and it's kind of an interesting thought. Next time you're completely PISSED about something... ask yourself, "What am I afraid of?" I've been using it all week, it's been enlightening. Once you realize you're scared, NOT pissed, and realize what you're afraid OF... it all seems so trivial."
December 14, 2004 "My girls and I have had SUCH a good time the few months that's its almost surreal. Mel even brought up something this last weekend, she was all... "You know what I've been thinking? We met online." . I've never really given much thought to internet-based relationships. I mean like... people who meet online, and then move across the country to go be with the love of their life. When I think of the WONDERFUL people (overlooking the few bad apples I've run across) I've met online, the friendships we've formed, the AMOUNT OF FUN that we have when we're together, the common interests we have... I suppose it could be true to find your soul mate out there via the internet. Who am I to judge, ya know?"
January 02, 2005 "THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given): 1. Mush. I need mush. I live off of mush. I need ppl to need me and show me that they need me. 2. Communication. 3. Trust."
March 23, 2005 "Thank God for friends... ...For REAL FRIENDS. The kind that understand. The kind that support. The kind that make you believe that everything is OK with the world. The kind that just make you feel whole. The kind that you can talk to for hours about absolutely nothing and come away feeling like you've really accomplished something?"
April 23, 2005 "I think Lionel Richie is a God. I'm a bottomless pit of MUSH but rarely let such things out because I can't ever seem to find the right words. That's why I love quotes. Someone had the wisdom to put just a few words together, and now those words mean much, much more than they ever could have separately. "The most important things are the hardest to say because words diminish them." (Stephen King)"
April 25, 2005 "2Am and I'm still awake writing this song
If I get it all down on paper
it's no longer inside of me threaten' the life it belongs to.
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary screamin' out aloud
And I know that you'll use them however you want to."
April 29, 2005 "As good of a read as it would be and as tempting as it is... people would freak the fuck out. Drama would surely ensue and I'd end up being the bitch that started it all. Fuggit. It's not worth all that and the world ain't ready."
May 24, 2005 "I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind"
May 26, 2005 "SIDENOTE: You ever actually go through the entire list of "moods" only to realize that you can't quite pin down how you're feeling w/ just ONE? Fuck that... tonight I'm: aggravated, annoyed, anxious, awake, bitchy, confused, contemplative, curious, dissappointed, dorky, drained, excited, frustrated, geeky, guilty, hopeful, irritated, jaded, lonely, melancholy, moody, nervous, sleepy, stressed, uncomfortable, & weird."
May 30, 2005 "So yeah... great weekend, WONDERFUL weekend. The cops... the entire search for the bar... before & after, the impromptu art exhibit, the mosey'ing, the hanging. *sigh* Thank you."
June 5, 2005 "40) A RANDOM LYRIC: '...I'm weak, it's true. Cause I'm afraid to know the answer. Do you want me too? Cause my heart keeps falling faster...'"
June 10, 2005 "Thought of the Day: I realize that by the sheer number of surveys I've amassed here, it may appear to the outside world that I have no life. Maybe I don't. OR, maybe I do... & I just don't want YOU to know about it. Have a great day!"
June 16, 2005 "My only solace is that the specimen cup that's holding that lil' bugger captive is now sitting on my kitchen table where the children and I are deriving great joy in watching him die a slow, painful death."
July 1, 2005 "R- Reason to smile: Why not?? Life is grand."
August 10, 2005 "Thought of the Day: 'A win by forfeit isn't really a win at all.'"
Interesting... I have no idea why some of this is in bold text and some is not. *yawn* I might need another day off to make up for all of the work I did today while not @ work. *going to dust the ficus, take a shower, and bake some cookies*
Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: Keith Urban - Be Here
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One of the perks of motherhood is...
that comedy just HAPPENS.
Of my two sons... Gene talks 90 mph about anything and everything. Jamey prides himself on interjecting with wit and sarcasm.
Some of our best conversations take place in the car. While driving home from the doctor's office today, we ended up behind a Toyota Camry branded, "Student Driver."
Gene: "Someday, I'm gonna be driving a car that says that."
Jamey: "That says what?"
Gene: "Student Driver. And Mom, you're gonna be...
Jamey" "Scared."
Gene: "Yeah, you'll be scared to be on the roads. AND, when I do finally get a car, I'm gonna paint it like the General Lee."
Me: "Even if it's not a hot rod? What if you end up with a car like that? A Toyota Camry?"
Gene: "Yep. I'll still paint it." *giggling*
Jamey: "Oh yeah? I'm getting a Ford Focus. It'll be pimp."
Last week we were at the grocery store...
Gene talking to the cashier: "I'm gonna need a job someday. I'm gonna need a car."
Cashier: "Don't work here. You won't make much here."
Me: "I hate to tell you guys this, but you'll probably end up sharing a car for the first year or so."
Gene: "What if I win a car?"
Me: "Then it's yours."
Cashier: "You'll still have to pay taxes on it. Nothing is ever REALLY free."
Jamey to the cashier: "Thank you for shattering my hopes
Current Mood: blahhh
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For those of you playing along at home, pay attention. Take notes if needed, this is important. You're friends with someone. There's something that should be brought up, not necessarily discussed between you, but at the very least brought up. You think your friend already knows, you're practically sure of it. Yet, it's one of those touchy subjects where your friend would never REALLY know unless YOU confirmed it/told them because it concerns YOU. Without that confirmation, it's only hearsay, etc? Why do you do? Out of mutual respect, grow a sack and just fucking tell them. That way... later... when whatever the situation is ends up snowballing to the point where you HAVE to tell them something, they're not standing there wondering which train hit them. Good luck with that, btw.
There was an electrical fire at work yesterday. The fire dept. got there before actual FLAMES appeared, but there was smoke smoke smoke. We had to evacuate two wings of the old folks' home. Some could walk, some were in wheelchairs, some in bed, some on oxygen, and/or feeding pumps... 42 people were evacuated within 10 minutes. 42 elderly peeps were scared to death and then sitting outside in 95 degree heat for almost an hour. After getting everyone outside, while getting all of the oxygen tanks out of the oxygen room... because HELLO? Fire. NO OXYGEN TANKS PLEASE. ...a finger on my left hand ended up getting smashed in a door. I remember thinking that it hurt a bit, but not bad, and kept on trucking. I run out the emergency exit of the 2nd hall, only to discover that due to the landscaping/lay of the land, I couldn't get to the residents who were sitting outside at the end of MY hall, and the firemen wouldn't let me back in to get out the exit on MY hall. I ran. I ran 3/4 around a 120 bed nursing facility at a full speed. It was a little up hill, a little down hill, hot, humid. I have to stop smoking. That shit was NOTHING like being on the treadmill! lol I made it around to my people and found them some shade under the nearest trees where we sat and sat and sat. This is when I noticed that my finger was swelling and turning beautiful shades of blue. Fast Fwd: All clear. Everyond back inside safe and sound. Iced the finger. Boss tried to send me to Urgent Care for an xray. Finger felt better before leaving with better range of motion. Didn't get the xray. Did get a cutsie lil' splint that I can't wear gloves over. Damn. No dirty nursing work. Tee hee! It's still rather purty though.
Those Girls: There are 4 of us. We have THE BEST times together. We finish each others' sentences, we know what each of us are thinking, we're IN each others' heads. Normally. One of us is M.I.A. We've called. We miss her. We've sent emails. We miss her. My email to her even mentioned that I've been feeling a bit hurt that she hasn't kept in touch, that I was feeling disposable, put out. I got no reply... which hurt even worse. Am I not worth salvaging? I feel like I've lost a part of me. We hope she's well. We still miss her and want her in our lives.
Honey, we're not mad. We just miss you. We wanna feel included and we wanna include you. That's all. I mis you... daily.
Motley Crue played 20 minutes from my house tonight. I had tix. I have NO IDEA WHY, but I just haven't been able to get excited about this since I got them which upsets me a bit. It's CRUE. One of my top 3 all time favorites, with all original members. Tommy Lee made an appearance at a local music store, I wanted to go to that too. I was going with a nurse from work. We've only recently met, but she's hella cool and even went to the Bret Michaels' show with Mel and I on the 28th last month. Speaking of which... I've had mixed feelings about that whole night as well. GREAT TIME WITH THE GIRLS...just an odd night. I had plans to meet up w/ a couple of my favorite concert-going friends at the show tonight. I've wanted this for so long, here I was... tix in hand... and I didn't wanna go. I miss my M.I.A. friend - I'd hoped that she'd join me/us. Last week was the week from hell... I was SO busy, I worked my ass off along with other crap that had to be done/attended every evening. So... Sunday, I gave my tickets away. I wanted so badly to be excited about this and go have a great time, and I'm *still* not completely sure why I couldn't. Sunday evening I got hit by that proverbial train and I haven't stopped thinking since. Yesterday was the fire at work. Today... today I'd resolved that I wasn't going and although disappointed in myself, I was OK with it. My boys' dad called at some point asking if we could meet up so I could pick up the kiddos from him (my son has an appt. on Thurs and needs to be home). "Sure! I'll meet ya." That's when I received a text message from another friend stating that they happened upon a couple of extra tickets to the show and they needed to know if I wanted to go. "Can't, but thanks." It's Motley fucking CRUE. Are you kidding me? Three different people today have asked me, "Are you OK?" and one looked at me like I was smoking crack when I had to break plans/tell them I wasn't going. Was I becoming that predictable??
My sister's been calling/texting like mad lately. We were never really that close. She's in the Navy and must realllllly be homesick to be calling me, lol. I miss grandma. I miss home. I wonder what Mom does with herself in that house all alone now. Talked to Dad this weekend. He's torn a muscle and a tendon in his knee and will have to have surgery.
Mel's all moved. I was really worried about her driving all that way (Boston to Indiana), but she and the dog survived the trip together and all is well. And now... she's so much closer!! I can't wait to see you, Mel... like... ALL THE TIME. Thanks Mel... for everything this week.
The kiddos are home. I'm off tomorrow. Yay us!!
Thought of the Day: "A win by forfeit isn't really a win at all."
*going to bed w/o proof reading*
Current Mood: overwhelmed
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Quick Question...
If someone doesn't tell you something because
A) although it was NEVER discussed between the two of you... they say they know that you knew and therefore didn't need to tell you
or
B) because they didn't want you to "leave"
It was done for selfish reasons and is technically considered a LIE, is it not?
Current Mood: hurt
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07:54 pm
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Lu's Joke of the Day... THE JOKE WAS ON ME!!
This afternoon on the way to my car after work, a fucking BEE flew up my pants leg and began stinging me repeatedly near my left knee. One second I was fine... the next my knee was on FIRE. Once I realized what was going on, I stood there stomping and stomping, thinking he'd fall out the bottom. After almost of minute of stomping and dancing aroundin the parking lot like a tool, he wasn't stinging me anymore. He feel out the bottom, right? I opened the car door so I could sit down and assess the situation, but quickly realized that that little fucker was STILL in my pants... when I SAT ON HIM. He stung me again on the left ass cheek. At this point, I took off running back towards the building. I just wanted to get inside... get my pants off... and make sure that he was gone. By "running," I hope you understand that I MEAN full on sprint. (Picture a white Flo Jo in scrubs and a cheesy-assed nurse's hat charging full speed ahead... you've *almost* got it. Now...she's got this crazed look on her face and she's screaming for people to get the hell out of her way. There ya go! That's her!!) There was a motherfuckin' bee... IN. MY. PANTS, people! There are two bathrooms just inside the employee entrance. One any given day, at any given time, ONE of them is almost ALWAYS open. Not today! BOTH of them were occupied. Around the corner I sprinted into the bathroom near the employee lounge... out of the pants... shaking them like a mofo... he flung right out of the pants leg, bounced off the wall and landed on the floor. He was kinda stunned & not moving much, so the nurse in me *thinking that I'd never been stung by anything that looked like that* threw my pants back on and ran like hell around the corner to the med room. I grabbed a specimen cup and ran BACK into the bathroom where I found him, still stunned, but crawling across the bathroom floor. Without incident, he was quickly apprehended and taken into custody.
Can I just say though? My leg and ass are burning like FIRE right now!!! I could only find one icepack... and I can't figure out if I wanna lay it across my knee or sit on it!!
My only solace is that the specimen cup that's holding that lil' bugger captive is now sitting on my kitchen table where the children and I are deriving great joy in watching him die a slow, painful death
Current Mood:  grumpy
Current Music: Ofra Harnoy Collection, Vol. 4: Flight of the Bumblebee
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02:51 pm
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41 Questions
Thought of the Day: I realize that by the sheer number of surveys I've amassed here, it may appear to the outside world that I have no life. Maybe I don't. OR, maybe I do... & I just don't want YOU to know about it. Have a great day!
41 Questions: (stolen from grayantimatter)
1. DO YOU PREFER PANCAKES OR WAFFLES? Pancakes. Lots of butter, a little bit of syrup. AND PLAIN! No chocolate chips, no blueberries... PLAIN damnit.
2. HOW MANY STATES HAVE YOU LIVED IN FOR MORE THAN 6 MONTHS? Only the one.
3. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST INTER-RACIAL DATING? If something doesn't directly affect me... why should I care?
4. WHAT'S THE LONGEST YOU'VE GONE WITHOUT SHOWERING? Camping trip. 3 days. I wanted to die.
5. DO YOU BELIEVE IN REINCARNATION? Nope.
6. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE STORE FOR CLOTHES? I don't think I have a FAVORITE. I shop. I find cute stuff. I find it at many different stores.
7. HOW WOULD YOU RATE YOUR LAST BF/GF, NOT CURRENT, FROM ONE TO TEN? I'm sorry. Who?
8. POOL OR DARTS? I suck equally at both of them.
9. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO YOUR MIND WHEN YOU HEAR THE NAME RICKY MARTIN? I'm still not entirely sure what or how that happened.
10. WOULD YOU RATHER EAT DOG SHIT OR EAT THE DOG? I'd have to opt for the shit. I don't eat much meat.
11. HOW OFTEN DO YOU FLOSS YOUR TEETH? I'm a slacker. Two or three times a week.
12. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON WHO LEFT A COMMENT ON YOUR PAGE AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN? "Nikki's Terror Twin" - TGIF.
13. GIRLS: TANNING BED OR NATURAL SUN? I do both. I've got light bikini lines and an even lighter strategically placed Playboy bunny.
14. WHAT IS EMO? Slang term used to refer to the deep, dark, EMOTIONAL kiddos and their music. I dig them/it.
15. WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE FAT KID FROM THE GOONIES? I think I saw on some special that he's now a lawyer in L.A.
16. WHAT IS THE LAST THING YOU CONSUMED? Still consuming coffee w/ Splenda and Coffee Mate creamer.
17. IF SOMEONE WERE TO OFFER YOU AN ILLEGAL SUBSTANCE, HOW WOULD YOU RESPOND? Happens all the time. I politely decline.
18. FLOYD OR ZEPPELIN? Bastard Boy Floyd.
19. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN PULLED OVER? Who have you been talking to??? I swear, it only happens like... 2 to 3 times a year.
20. COULD YOU MAKE IT IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT FOR A WEEK? OMG... the SLEEP I could catch up on! Peace & Quiet, NO ONE to interrupt my naps? That would be grand. Where do I sign up?
21. FAVORITE QUOTE: Oh... I have WAY TOO MANY OF THESE. Today it's probably... "I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all." - Ten Things I Hate About You
22. WHO'S THE LAST PERSON WHO YELLED AT YOU AND WHY? "Neverfuckingmind?! What's that all about?! EASY!" I might have sent them a pissy text message. OOPS!
23. WOULD YOU CLONE YOURSELF? Maybe... one of me to work, to be a domestic goddess, & take care of the kiddos. One of me to party like it's 1999?
24. HOW MANY PEOPLE DO YOU THINK ARE HAVING SEX RIGHT NOW? I'm never good at this sort of thing. It's like trying to guess the number of jelly beans in a jar. 1,823,694. Am I close??
25. NAME THREE THINGS THAT YOU WOULD SEE IF YOU OPENED YOUR REFRIGERATOR RIGHT NOW: Koolaid. Sour Cream. Every condiment imaginable. I'm a condiment whore.
26. SODA OR POP? I say soda, but rarely drink it.
27. DID YOU LIKE LIMP BIZKIT? Shiiiiiit. I'm not scared. I liked them... I STILL LIKE THEM.
28. WHAT WILL BE THE NEXT THING YOU SPEND MONEY ON? Clothes, pedi, mani, highlights... take your pick.
29. WHAT DO YOU THINK A GOOD SIZE PENIS LENGTH IS? Do people actually answer this one? Um.... 17.78 centimeters.
30. WHO'S THE LAST PERSON YOU CALLED LONG DISTANCE? Mel. Thank God for free Mobile to Mobile.
31. ADMIT IT... YOU LOVED VANILLA ICE WHEN HE FIRST CAME OUT. That man didn't get THAT rich and sell THAT many albums because no one liked him. I LOVED HIM. I STILL LOVE HIM. You guys know there's an angier version of "Ice Ice Baby" on Hard to Swallow (1998) called "Too Cold"? Yeah, I own it. I dig it. I watched him last night on T.V. on Hit Me Baby One More Time... THE SHOW for the those of you who like one hit wonders.
32. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BEEN TO THE DOCTOR IN THE PAST YEAR? Uh.... twice I think.
33. IS IT TRUE THAT BLONDES HAVE MORE FUN? ABSOLUTELY.
34. IS IT EASIER TO DUMP SOMEONE OR BE DUMPED? I don't like either.
35. IF YOU COULD BE ON ANY EXISTING REALITY TV SHOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I'd be in that Surreal Life house faster than Chyna Doll's career was over when the WWE dumped her.
36. WHICH OF THE 7 DWARFS WOULD YOU BE? SLEEPY! I can NEVER get enough sleep. I enjoy it. It makes me happy.
37. IF SANTA REALLY EXISTED, WHAT WOULD YOU ASK FOR THIS YEAR? Are you kidding me? I have a list of my own. An endless supply of cash. The ability to converse with and understand anyone speaking ANY language from around the world. Health, wealth, and happiness for my children. Wait... this is Santa, not a genie. Nevermind.
38. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PIZZA? Pepperoni. Sometimes pepperoni and bacon. With LOTS of parmesean.
39. GEORGE BUSH CAN... suck a fart out of my ass.
40. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU SAW FROM MYSPACE? H2.
41. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE VEGETABLE? Taters. Mounds and mounds of taters any way I can get them except with cheese.
Current Mood:  anxious
Current Music: Julie Roberts - Julie Roberts
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Yep... another one. SURVEY TIME.
Besides laundry and other various duties pertaining to my role as a domestic goddess... I ain't got shit else to do today. Besides... it's always fun to see where these end up. *snicker*
(Stolen from Shon)
1) FIRST GRADE TEACHER: You know how sad this is? I don't even remember. That was about the time we moved across town and I had to switch schools. So... yeah. I dunno.
2) LAST THING YOU SAID: "Stir it? Not shake it? Stir it?"
3) LAST SONG YOU SANG: "Hello. Is it me you're looking for? Because I wonder wheeeeeeere you are. And I wonder whaaaaaaaat you do. Are you somewhere feeling lonely... or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart, for I haven't goooooot a clue. But, let me start by saying.... I love you."
4) LAST PERSON YOU HUGGED: My cat, "Chicken." Yes, that's really her name. She doesn't know she's a cat, she's a member of the family, therefore she qualifies as a "person."
5) I just realized that there was no. 5 when I copied and pasted this so let's go with.... WHAT SONG IS LIKE... THE ULTIMATE SONG FOR YOU? For me, it's either Keith Urban's "Making Memories of Us" or Richard Marx's "Now & Forever" Both of them make me cry... and I don't even know why.
6) LAST TIME YOU SAID "I LOVE YOU": About 10 minutes ago to Chicken as we were all hugged up.
7) LAST TIME YOU CRIED: UM... Friday night? Damn country songs on the radio!
8) WHAT'S IN YOUR CD PLAYER?: Lionel Richie's TRULY... Bring on the love songs, baby!
9) WHAT COLOR SOCKS ARE YOU WEARING?: White. Men's tube socks. It's a "thing" with me when I'm just hanging.
10) WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?: Don't laugh. 2 Rifles. A Pistol. A flatbed scanner. A jewelry tote. Probably a little cat hair.
11) WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP TODAY?: A little after 5am. Fell back asleep. Actually been out of bed since like... 7 something.
12) WHAT DID YOU DREAM ABOUT LAST NIGHT?: I RARELY remember this stuff. When I do though, it usually freaks me out, so it's probably for the better.
13) CURRENT HAIR: I didn't straighten it last night, so it's kinda curly and all over the place, except for what I could wrangle into a clip this morning. It's mostly blonde, with strawberry blonde and platinum streaks... with light brown ROOTS. I know... I know H2... I should REALLY do something about that.
14) CURRENT CLOTHES: Grey Disneyland T-shirt, plaid jammie pants, and the mandatory white tube socks.
15) CURRENT ANNOYANCE: the sound of the washer spinning. Main floor laundry ain't all it's cracked up to be, people!
16) CURRENT LONGING: Chinese food... among other things too numerous and self-incriminating to mention...
17) CURRENT DESKTOP PICTURE: Chicken, tip-toeing through the tulips.
18) CURRENT WORRY: I REFUSE to worry about anything today... except, "Is it gonna rain?" I wanna go outside and soak up a few rays, damnit!
19) CURRENT HATE: Hate is such a STRONG word, isn't it? Hating things and people is SUCH a waste of energy. So let's just go with... *thinking*... CHEESE.
20) STORY BEHIND YOUR USERNAME: The short, fun version of "Tina Louise" ... which... btw... IS NOT my name.
21) CURRENT FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING: Let's see... clothing... clothing... My new blue & teal triangle top, string bikini. BRING ON THE SUN!
22) FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE OPPOSITE SEX: I've got a couple... Eyes. Teeth. Any combo of the two.
23) LAST CD THAT YOU BURNT: My system is SO ARCHAIC, that 1) The program used to DL tunes slows everything to an almost complete stop. 2) I have NO AVAILABLE STORAGE space. 3) Burning takes FOREVER. Therefore... I don't DL or burn.
24) FAVORITE PLACE TO BE: It's not a place... it's a state of mind/being. "Tangled up/hugged up" I'm a habitual snuggler. I can't help it. It's a sickness.
25) LEAST FAVORITE PLACE: The Dr's office.... staring at the ceiling.
26) TIME YOU GO TO BED AT NIGHT: As quick as I can get there. Sometimes it's 9pm. Sometimes sooner... usually later. Depends on what's going on & how much I have on my mind. I've been known to go to sleep simply to stop thinking about "stuff." Nevermind the fact that I get up between 4 - 4:30am to get ready for work.
27) DO YOU PLAY AN INSTRUMENT? Yeah, right.
28) FAVORITE COLOR: Periwinkle/Tanzanite.
29) DO YOU BELIEVE IN AN AFTERLIFE?: Certainly.
30) HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5'8"
31) CURRENT FAVORITE WORD/SAYING: "What you do?"
33) FAVORITE SEASON: Spring or fall. Cold weather makes me hurt, and being hot all the time sucks ass.
34) ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST THAT YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO? My paternal grandmother. She passed when I was like 12... I never really got to know her, but the little bit that I remember makes me want to know more.
35) FAVORITE DAY: My DAY OFF.
36) WHERE DO YOU WANT TO GO?: Shiiiiiiiiit. Anywhere. L.A. is sounding pretty good latley.
37) WHAT IS YOUR CAREER GOING TO BE LIKE?: My current employment situation doesn't really qualify as a career, it's just a job. There's no room for advancement there, which... is one of the main reasons I work there. I don't wanna move up the ladder. I wanna be hands-on/ground floor.
38) HOW MANY CHILDREN DO YOU WANT?: I have two sons. I'm good with just those two. I'm not saying I've ruled out the possibility of more, but the situation would have to be far different than it is now.
39) WHAT KIND OF CAR WILL YOU HAVE?: Anything truck/SUV.
40) A RANDOM LYRIC: "...I'm weak, it's true. Cause I'm afraid to know the answer. Do you want me too? Cause my heart keeps falling faster..."
As always... BRING IT PEOPLE. Feel free to reply with your own answers.
CURRENT MOOD(s): amused, awake, chipper, dorky, hopeful, mellow, pensive, thankful.
Current Music: Truly: The Love Songs - Lionel Richie
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My Memorial Day Weekend
The quick run down... (DISCLAIMER: If you're one of those people who get all weird when chicks mention PMS... don't bother reading this. I'm all about it.)
Left STL @ approx. 3:30pm on Thursday on my way to Nashville, TN with a short stop in the hometown to drop the kiddos off w/ their family. STL traffic... SUCKS. And FUCK I-270. Oh... and the diet this weekend? Fuck it too. Cheese sticks, chicken strips and a gas station burrito along the way. It's a holiday weekend, NO? I'll start it up again on Tuesday. Anyway... Got to the hometown, dropped the kiddos w/ their dad and back on the road. Talking and driving and driving and talking, and little solo Car Karaoke. Didn't get to Nashville until after 9PM. Checked into da hotel. Another phone call or two. WHERE'S A BAR?
During the first 5 minutes of being back on the road in search of a Bar, Grill, and/or Pub... I got pulled over. Something about 40... or was it 50 something in a 35? *doesn't remember* Good times though, right? Like, the officer wasn't even IN A SQUAD CAR, he was just like... standing in the road waving me off the road with his orange, cone-shaped, flashlight. Said he caught me speeding, blah blah blah. Honestly... I wasn't paying that much attention to what he was saying... other things going on at the same time, etc. He eventually came back though, returned my ID to me, and said since I wasn't from around there, to just be more careful. Apparently, he wasn't paying much attention to me either, otherwise he'd have noticed the broken tail light.
Driving.
Talking to Marie on the phone while driving.
Driving.
No bar to be found. Back to the hotel to check the phone book for a bar... which is where the phrase "Bars, Grills, and/or Pubs" came from. Under Taverns? "See Bars, Grills, and/or Pubs." There was NO "Bar" listing. Didn't want "Grill"... that's all sportsbar-ish, no? Pubs? "See Bars, Grills, and/or Pubs." You can't put that listing UNDER PUBS. WTF? Anyway, down the street to the nearest gas station to inquire to the whereabouts of the nearest bar... which is where directions to the "Starlight" came about. "Go left outta here. Turn left at the Jack in the Box. It's down about an 1/8th of a mile." Imagine all of that with a peachy TN accent.
Entering the Starlight: You know that sound you hear in the movies when the record scratches/skips when people walk into a place where they don't really fit? When the moment comes when the "One of these things is not like the other" song should be playing? YEAH... we heard it. At first I kept thinking... is my hair sticking up? Something on my face? Toilet paper on my shoe? Once my eyes adjusted to the lighting, I quickly realized that we were EASILY the hottest people in the bar (& possibly a 5 to 10 mile radius), plus... we had all of our teeth. Good times there... My favorite passtime: PEOPLE WATCHING GALORE. Then the band? Everything from "Mustang Sally" to "Hit Me Baby, One More Time." You haven't lived until you've seen a silver helmet-type mullet, playing bass, and singing back up on a Britney song. Good shit.
Left the bar. Back to the hotel, passed 80 churches along the way. They're apparently big on that whole Bible Belt concept. Either that, or I COMPLETELY missed the memo that I need a little Jesus in my life. Chucked the phonebooks off the bed and onto the floor. Slept.
Woke up Friday morning around 7ish? 8ish? A little drive. Ended up going back to bed until around lunchtime.
Bring on the food! Cracker Barrel. Holly & I split Chicken Fried Chicken w/ corn, & extra taters. Mmmmmmmmm, white gravy... and cornbread! Apparently, previously dormant PMS kicked in and I couldn't get enough to eat. God bless Cracker Barrel.
Beer run on the way back to the hotel.
Back to the hotel. Beer started flowing like water.
Small beer-induced PMS moment occurred. Nothing that couldn't be fixed w/ a little girlie bonding... TO THE POOL!
Soaked up a little sun and a little more beer by the pool.
Got ready to go to the show.
Venue was 11 miles from our hotel. Bret would be on from 8 until 8:45pm. We left before 7:30, but wrong directions and mucho traffic later, parking being FULL, ie: the police weren't letting anyone else into the parking lot. I bailed out of the car, while it was still rolling, and told Holly I'd meet her in there while I sprinted down the hill towards the entrance... in cowboy boots mind you! With the exception of 1/2 of the last song... I missed the Bret set. *sigh*
Anyway... in. Saw Big John near "the gate" for just a moment. I didn't say HI. He looked WAY busy, and I've seen that look on his face before. I don't go near him when he's got that look on his face. I *did* happen to see one of the Nashville Star contestants, Jason Meadows and his hot wife hanging around "the gate," before they were escorted back. A few minutes later, I also saw Anastasia Brown, one of the judges, and her entourage. They were behind "the gate," out of "the gate," behind "the gate." I couldn't keep up. Ran into Steve Frangadakis, guitarist for Bret Michaels Band, wandering near the gate.
Steve & I
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Found my friend. We mosey'd. We WERE in Tn, it's kinda what ya do there. A couple beverages later Skynyrd went on. I had THE B.E.S.T. time. Skynyrd. Great company. It was wonderful... especially the giant disco ball during FREEBIRD. I'm a dork... disco balls make me all giddy.
Show was over. Back to the hotel, slept a little in the backseat along the way. Pizza. Phone calls. More sleep.
Woke up Saturday morning. More phone calls. More Pizza. A little jumping on the bed.... the ceilings shouldn't have been so high. They're just asking for it, right? War of the Bottle Caps. Picture this for just a moment, would you?... two GROWN women, MANY beer bottle caps. You know that thing ya do with bottle caps where you put them betwen your fingers and you kinda snap and it shoots out? Yeah. Holly was at one end of the suite... I was at the other... and we shot bottle caps at each other for over an hour. I swear... THIS is the shit we need on film. I'm SO bringing a video camera the next time. We were out of breath, squealing like little girls, yelling shit like... "INCOMING!" We decided that bottle cap wars were mandatory from now on when we're together, and I've been trying to come up with an excuse to hang out with her again since!
End table full of empties that led to the bottle cap war. We weren't messing around, people!
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I packed up and left at 2:30pm.... exactly 5 hours to get home. Again, driving and talking, talking a driving, and lots of solo Car Karaoke. I arrived home at 7:30 or so. Went to bed almost within an hour cuz I was a tired bitch.
Woke up late Sunday and lounged most of the day. BBQ @ Friends' @ 4pm or so. Beer. I have the CUTEST little beer bottle cooley now! Feelin' a bit mopey... bring on the PMS! Ate FAR TOO MUCH. Bring on the Tums! A long nap on the friends' couch. Woke up to cramps. Drove home. Took 4 Ibuprofen. Back to bed.
My new beer cooley:
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Woke up today... Monday... around 11am. More lounging. Some Chili Cheese Fritos dipped in sour cream... followed by miniature Hershey's Chocolate Bars. I think I'm about to break into a candy gift bag, compliments of my pal Willy Wonkastein, that's been sitting atop the refrigerator for months now while I was anti-carb. Welcome to full blown PMS. I was gonna lay out. It was beautifully sunny when I woke up, but it got cloudy and has been a bit gloomy outside since. Now the plan is... a little MySpace... a little text msg'ing... a little CMT. Welcome to my day!
H2! Miss you already, honey! I can't wait to do it all again soon! And by soon... it had better be FAR SOONER THAN 6 MONTHS! ... and with the rest of Those Girls as well! You're SO good to me. A SUPER friend... moral supporter... beer bitch... it's all good. "... And I'm gonna love you... like no body loves you, baby... " Thanks for the slow dance.... and the cry... and the bottle cap battle wound, LOL. And you? BEAMING? Seeing you that happy... makes ME happy. And remember... "It's all fun and games until somebody pukes." And Holly... why don't we have any pics OF US?!?
So yeah... great weekend, WONDERFUL weekend. The cops... the entire search for the bar... before & after, the impromptu art exhibit, the mosey'ing, the hanging. *sigh* Thank you.
Current Music: Songs of Life - Bret Michaels
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01:38 am
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WTF, people?
I'm a dedicated people watcher. I notice shit. You ever just sit back, at a club or something, and REALLY watch people? It's a hobby of mine. I like to see how other people do "stuff"... how they relate to the people around them? Little things... like... Do they make eye contact with others? Do they thank the bartenders or just walk away after scoring their beer? When they're diggin' someone, are the stares/glances as obvious to the object of their affection as they are to me? There are the FUN ones too... the pathetic ones that will do anything to be noticed. The ones that have NO CLUE how desperate they appear, the attention seekers. The ones that become whatever they think people expect/want of them, the approval seekers, the "Please, notice me," types. Get a sack. How needy and ridiculous are you willing to go here? How insecure can you be that you NEED that kind of attention and gratification from others? WTF, people?
People who live in glass houses yet throw stones piss me the fuck off. People who love to mind your business? People all up your ass and around the corner? People who love to hand out advice and condemn you for your actions and decisions? Am I hurting you? NO. Does what I do and say directly affect you? No. Is everything on your end all rainbows and roses? I didn't think so. WTF people?
Stupid people piss me off... the ones that just don't "get" stuff. IMPORTANT STUFF like what being a responsible human being is all about. The ones that don't know how to step out of their stupidity bubble long enough to realize how the rest of the world works? Those ignorant to the inner workings of interpersonal relationships? Those that end up looking like they have no pride only because they don't know any better? They don't know when to stand up for themselves and when not to? The ones too immature to deal with adult issues on an adult level who thereby end up looking like an idiot to the outside world time and time again? The ones that are too stupid to realize how stupid they really are? Grow up. I'm not saying that you have to actually care what other people think, but have a little dignity, would ya? Every decision has a consequence. Take an extra 10 seconds to think about shit. WTF, people?
Those that manipulate and control other people can fuck off. Life isn't a game. Stop dragging others down with you. Just because you're not happy doesn't mean that everyone around you has to be miserable as well. Life isn't about personal gain, BE HAPPY. If ya wanna be happy and drag others along for THAT ride, so be it. But stop using people, stop lying to people, and stop making everything about you. Karma's a bitch, and it bites people in the ass everyday... HARD. You OK with being liked because people are afraid of you or afraid of what you might do/say? Drop the power trips. Stop the guilt trips. Mean people suck. WTF, people?
I'm pretty sure I've forgotten a few... Actually, I know I have. *have a few people in mind still* Got any good ones? Drop me a line. I'll be back after the weekend; we'll discuss amongst ourselves then.
SIDENOTE: You ever actually go through the entire list of "moods" only to realize that you can't quite pin down how you're feeling w/ just ONE? Fuck that... tonight I'm: aggravated, annoyed, anxious, awake, bitchy, confused, contemplative, curious, dissappointed, dorky, drained, excited, frustrated, geeky, guilty, hopeful, irritated, jaded, lonely, melancholy, moody, nervous, sleepy, stressed, uncomfortable, & weird.
All hail Midol.
Current Mood: D. All of the Above.
Current Music: Lynyrd Skynyrd - All Time Greatest Hits
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04:01 pm
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Collide
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
But I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find, you and I collide
I'm quiet, you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know
I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
You somehow find, you and I collide
Don't stop here
I've lost my place
I'm close behind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find, you and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Current Mood:  tired
Current Music: Stop All The World Now - Howie Day
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09:46 pm
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40 Crazy Questions
(stolen from MotelySweetheart)
1. Have you ever finished off the popcorn and ate the junk from the bottom of the bag?
Ate it? I've ripped the bag to pieces just to lick the inside.
2. Have you ever had sex in a tent?
Nope.
3. Have you ever had a secret crush on a teacher?
Ewww, no.
4. Do you own more than 100 cd's?
Hell yeah.
5. Have you ever been so drunk that you have passed out?
Nope, but I hurl rather easily.
6. Have you ever dated a goth?
I'd remember this, right? No.
7. Have you ever regretted a date?
Nope.
8. Have you ever seen a ghost/ufo?
Nope. Not saying they don't exist, only that *I* haven't seen one/them.
9. Have you ever done anything you could be arrested for?
Nothing heinous... but those laws that were grandfathered in? Ya never really know, do ya?
10. Have you ever done anything you could go to jail for?
Nope.
11. Have you ever broken a bone?
I have an odd hereditary thing... it's almost impossible for me to break shit... I'll sprain it all to hell, but I've never broken anything.
12. Have you ever crashed a car?
It wasn't my fault. Swear.
13. Have you ever fallen off a bike?
Who hasn't?
14. Have you ever refused a date because of what your friends might think?
Nope... I go for what I'm about at the time. Screw what anyone might think.
15. Have you ever listened to a song and cried?
Are you kidding me? ALL THE TIME.
16. Have you ever seen your favorite band/singer perform live?
MANY TIMES... ain't that right, girls?
17. Have you ever been found sleep walking?
Nope.
19. Have you ever watched a Tomb Raider movie without being aroused at some point?
I'm sure Laura Croft is HOT, but I haven't seen it.
20. Have you ever dated someone a decade older than you?
Again... I'd remember this, right? NO.
21. Would you date someone a decade older than you?
Only if I found him to be my everything.. then I guess it wouldn't matter. Have ya seen the list though? That's a LOT of everything to be!
22. Have you ever sent a crank call or email?
Nope.
23. Have you ever been pregnant or got someone pregnant?
*waving* Hello. Children over here.
24. If not, would you like children?
I like them muchly... I don't want ANY MORE necessarily, but the ones I have are grand.
27. Have you ever had major surgery?
Yep... the time I found out I'm allergic to morphine.
28. Are you afraid of the dentist?
I'm a TEETH person. Dentists are da bomb.
29. Do you have a tattoo?
Only one.
30. Have you had any piercings done (not including the ears)?
Naval and tongue.
31. Have you ever been shit on from the sky?
That really happens?!
32. Do you like scary movies?
I don't have to sleep alone afterwards, do I?
33. Do you like your job?
I LOVE IT.
34. Do you get along with your parents?
Absolutely.
35. Do you still have all your grand parents?
I wish. You can't learn the good stuff about people when you're young. Having them around NOW woulda been choice.
36. Have you ever had a date with someone you met online?
Nope.
37. Do you ever wish you could relive your childhood?
It wasn't THAT great the first time.
38. Have you ever beat up your computer?
Nope.
39. Have you ever watched The Goonies more than twice in a day?
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THAT MOVIE. "Heeeeeey you guuuuuuuys!"
40. Have you ever wondered why you fill this shit in time after time?
I'm a sucker... and a nosey bitch. I figure with as much stuff as I've read about other people... I can "give a little" too.
Have a great day!
~LU
Please... feel free to reply with your own answers. For some reason... I love this stuff!!
Current Mood: dorky
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11:20 am
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More about me than you ever wanted to know...
(Stolen from Dizzy)
1. DO YOU SNORE? Yep. Good times.
2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER? More lover than fighter. Just don't piss me off and we'll get along just fine.
3. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR? Never being *completely* happy.
4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANI | |
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