5/25/2010

Pecos Bill

I'm going to try to up my posting capabilities... I know I've been slipping a bit these past few weeks...


Alright, there were plenty of spelling and grammar errors in that last post. This is me apologizing for them, but not going back into edit mode to fix them. Oh, and there was only one man on the sidewalk with a cow (which, the cow's name was Pecos Bill and we watched him take so many pictures with people before we (me and Kim) built up the courage to take our picture on the cow... and while they were taking pictures this amazing cow would ALWAYS look at the camera!!! So I said "How does that horse know to look at the camera!??" (At this point I was still making the mistake of calling the cow a horse even though I knew it was not a horse and definitely a cow) and the man that owned Pecos Bill didnt' really answer me... I think it was probably because he thought I was being a smart ass, but I wasn't. Anyway, upon further inspection of the cow it appeared that the cow had a nose ring and attached to the nose ring was a rope, but it wasn't rope at all and actually leather, and when it was picture time the owner of Pecos Bill would tighten up the leather rope so that the cow's nose ring was pulled tight and he had to turn his head. So, the cow was not trained-per se-to look at the camera, but a little bit he was being trained by the leather rope.) ANYWAY!!!!!! There was only one man and cow on the sidewalk, not two like my last post may lead you to believe.

Friend Jarrod gchatted me to tell me that it was another great blog post, but that I drink a lot. Then he added in that I drink, shop, eat and watch a lot of TV. I added that I also like to sleep a lot too. But, what else is there to do? I'm NOT going to the gym so don't even mention it... and, yes ok ok I have a shopping addition... BUT I donate bags and bags of clothes frequently. And the drinking? What's wrong with adult happy hour consumption... it's definitely not to oblivion or even buzzed status... it's just something to wet my whistle. Let's see, I work. Picking out my outfit and drying my hair takes a lot of time each day too. Except on the days I don't dry it and I curl it instead- but that still takes time. I keep my house tidy and I have two projects for this week: use my vacuum cleaner and put together a new bar stool that I recently purchased (there goes that shopping addiction again.). I read my books too- this week it is The Girl That Played with Fire. I don't know what else you people want or expect me to do? Please, leave suggestions. (Appropriate suggestions.) Should I get a puppy? I would love the puppy so much and definitely take it for walks.

Ok, so let's chat a little bit about work. There is a man at work who is particularly awkward- mostly because of the way he walks around. He walks around a lot and is often wearing his leather jacket inside. Yes, the AC is on, but, dude, your leather jacket is not necessary. If I've dropped the pantyhose for the summer, you can definitely lose the jacket. Anyway, I watch him through my glass cube walls when he walks by and today it finally hit me who he physically reminds me of.... Dwight Schrute- even down to the collared short sleeved shirt and the stick up his butt walk. Now I can't watch him through my glass cube walls because I'm always on the verge of giggling.

I'm so so so charming at work it probably doesn't surprise you that I've acquired 1.5 admirers. Prior to this weekend I would have said it was just 1.0 admirers which was two .5s, but Kim confirmed that one of the .5's was definitely an admirer (1.0) and not a maybe he's just that friendly (.5). Of course he greeted me this morning and came into my cube... which is awk because I see him walking over (glass walls) and then I have to be friendly while he is walking on the other side of my walls but not actually in contact with me.. but I can see him so I have to smile and can't pretend to be busy or caught off guard. Anyway, he said that he is trying to get people together for a dinner and movie this Thursday and did I want to go? Do I really want to go? No. But do I think Megan that is trying to have a positive outlook on life and be more friendly should go... possibly. BUT, thankfully I have to pack for Chicago and I told him this. He still sent me the group email.... But, what I noticed is that this group email is significantly more intimate (5) than the first group email (15) and I'm really concerned that the next group email won't be a group email at all but rather a request for an alone meal or movie situation... which really will make things very weird for him... one of my favorite and best past times at work is declining male suitors that should really not be trying to suit me (unless, of course, they are so tall, dark and handsome and I'm also in love with them).

One more work story....A woman took what appeared to be a Bible into the bathroom with her today. This was weird for me, but Natalie says that every moment reading the scripture brings you closer to heaven. She spends no times reading the scripture and mucho times reading facts about armadillos, prairie dogs and puffer fish- all three can kill you with a variety of diseases like leprosy, poison and the plague.

Last week (outside of work) I bought a watermelon for $6.99 at the grocery store. It is the biggest watermelon I've ever purchased, but not the biggest one I've seen because every other watermelon that was for sale was so gargantuan. It was so big the man in produce insisted that I did not lift it and that he did it. I'll admit, it was hard to get my legs under me and lift it from such a low location, but I was able to move it between the buggy and my car and my car and the apartment. Do you know the best way to pick a watermelon? You tap it with your hand (slightly cupped) and listen for the watermelon that makes the most hollow sound... that is how you pick the best watermelon in the bunch!! Did you know that?? Only very few watermelon aficionados know that and I'm so glad to share that piece of information with you and increase your watermelon enjoyment exponentially. Anywho, it's so much watermelon, I've only cut half of it and have only finished half of the half!!!! And, I made a terrible mistake in purchasing not a seedless watermelon. Seeds definitely decrease the enjoyment situation.

Do you know how hot it is in Texas right now? It's great pool weather. You should visit me. If you haven't heard already, Dallas is a paradise.

Also, welcome lucky number 27 and 28th followers!! What a fabulous week I'm having!! And it's only TUESDAY!!!! Follower 27 is Greggy and my work friends know him as "would you rather boy in green shirt" since upon meeting them he too quickly provided the grossest would you rather you could imagine. Follower 28 is Suhani who was also a great blind date... except the date was a 15 hour car ride and I killed a bird while en route... that was such a fun trip!

5/24/2010

ultimate weekend

First, ohmygosh!!!!, two new followers!!????!!! Welcome!!!!!!!

Second- I had a girl date with new friend Jessica... and we like each other!! It was a little nervous because it was our first hangout....and I'd say it was a total success.

Third- I had the ultimate weekend with Kim this past weekend! So much fun... and she agrees: Dallas is a paradise and she will be back. Perfect!

Kim got in on Friday evening and she called me to tell me she was waiting for me. I hate that the airports don't let you park your car out front and wait... so I had to keep doing these loops around waiting for Kim to arrive. On one of my loops, all loops were at 10 mph, I heard this whistling out my window and I thought 'what is that whistling?' so I looked out the window and there is the boy looking at me and whistles at me and gives me this 'how are you' want-to-be suave look. Umm... weird!! I put my windows up immediately... except the sunroof. I love my sunroof.

Anyway, when Kim called me I told her "Listen for the car playing Justin Bieber.... loudly". She found me and we had great chatting immediately. Did you know we haven't seen each other since last August!!?? Isn't that outrageous?? I'm just so glad we can still be bffs. We got back to the apartment and I gave her the grand apartment tour and we picked out great outfits for the evening (so fabulous) and we headed out for beverages. We followed the same path that me and Ashley had when she visited. We went to the first bar and sat down and the bartender comes up and goes "Weren't you here before?" then he looks at Kim and goes "With a different girl?". Embare! I said yes... That was the other bff and she was a bit of a terror... I can't believe you still remember her. And he says of course he remembers! Oh, Ashley...!! We enjoyed a shiner bock and then headed to the pub down the street. The weather was gorgeous so we grabbed a seat on a bench outside. This total drunk wackadoo hick comes up and sits on our bench and is staring and making small talk... ok, whatever... and then he gets this, this.. glow.. in his eyes and goes "so, do you, two, uh... like each other?". Idiot. But, obviously we said "Yes". This hick goes "I've never met lesbians before". Are you surprised to learn that he was born and raised in Tennessee? I wasn't.

Saturday was a total adventure!! We went to Fortworth and went on a friend date with friend Andrew's cousin. Kim and I used the droid to find the location but we ended up in a totally ghetto mexican neighborhood near a Rodeo Dental and a sign for pantalones $3.99. Very sketch. I called the restaurant and asked if I was in the right place and the woman responded with serious concern "Oh no, ma'am!!". We got back on the road and after a bit of driving around, found the place. It was a beautiful patio with just ok mexican food. Cousin was funny and he brought a friend who ordered Diet Coke with lunch - love. I asked him how many DC's he has a day and he said at least 3-4.. you'd think it was a match made in heaven, right? False. He was a total brat and on his phone the entire time! Rude.

When lunch was over we went to the Stockyards... LORD! Was it FABULOUS!!! I mean- I can't explain it. It was a gorgeous sunny day and we walked around and looked in the honky tonk gift shops and saw all kinds of gems and great graphic tshits and super cool hats. We did lots of walking around and found blue margaritas to go and we saw this man with a longhorn out on the sidewalk and lots of people walking around with beer cans and so many puppies and great photo opps.. it was just glorious!! When we were walking around we saw a sign that the cattle herding (I think that is what it was called) was taking place at 4:15 so we found this great spot and sipped our blue margs and waiting for the longhorns to come down the street..... THEY ARE SO BIG!!!!!! I took a video and I'm going to try to upload it on the facebook. There horns bust me so heavy because their heads were so low- they can never sleep on their side which is so sad for me. And then there was another one with upside down horns...poor baby!!! After we were just smitten with the cattle walking down the street we found this other man on the sidewalk with a longhorn and took a picture with his cow (which I kept calling a horse) even though we were wearing dresses. It was worth the $5. It was actually the best $5 I can remember spending.. ever.

After the day of cows we went back to freshen up and then head to a food festival that was happening. We didn't know what to expect... but it was amazing. A bunch of restaurants come and you just go around to the booths and purchase mini meals from them... our first taste was a honey glazed pork chop we ate sitting on the ground with our hands... amazing. We also got sweet potato fries and a funnel cake and some great pizza.. oh then of course a beverage or two. We had a spot on the lawn by the main stage which was perfect since the main attraction was... TRAIN!! Our favorite!! Did I mention these tickets were only $10!!!!!! So great. We had a great little group of us that went and chatted and loved the tunes and had an overall fabulous time.

We made it home around midnight or so and watched the end of a law and order (love) and then started the first part of Grey's (Kim had missed the first hour) - which, fellow Grey's watchers.... CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!!!?? I was afraid to do my laundry like I was going to find a shooter in the hallway. We didn't finish the first hour and went to bed and slept about 12 hours... It was so perfect. We then decided the best way to spend the day was shopping.... we totally dominated the Galleria and purchased some great choices. My best purchase was a maxi dress from BR that was way too expensive but then 25% off and Kim helped me justify it... and then when the took the censor out there was a hole in it. The hole wasn't a huge deal and no one would ever see it (except now you know to look for it) so the guy gave me another 20% off!! Great steal... well, not really a steal, but a deal nonetheless. We closed out the mall - we're so wild - and then came back and got ready in our new purchases to do a reverse happy hour. So much fun! We met a few weirdos and then we met some nicer guys and then we saw a man get arrested and cuffed and pushed on to the ground.... even though he seemed so drunk he would never escape... but, they cuffed him and called for reinforcements and two cops had to pull him up and toss him in the car. Quite a group assembled and started snapping pictures... this poor man. I couldn't believe my eyes! We finished happy hour around... 1? And then came back to the apt and had another great night sleep.

The great night sleep was followed by a casual wakeup since we both took Monday off. We had a great breakfast (because I'm such a great hostess) and then we spent the afternoon at the pool. There was finally a rager going on (Kim thought I was making it up...) which was surprising on a Monday. These people were mostly white trash, but still pleasant and friendly enough.

I had to get Kim to the airport for her flight after that and then made it back to my house to think about taking a nap... and then I got a call from Sarah- surprise! She is back in town! We did a fun little happy hour with the girls tonight and a quick dinner. Now I'm watching the Bachelorette on DVR. I hate Ali. She was a total B in the last season and is a total fake-a-roo in this season. And she looks like an idiot when she holds her dress and walks around. Most of these men appear to be attractive (including Roberto), half of them are so awkward and not funny and I feel bad for them, and then the one with the voice... is that a medical problem!? So weird. Thank gosh I can fast forward through the annoying parts!!!

Wow, so that was a lot! I've got a 4 day work week this week and a 4 day work week next week. Oh, and then I'm visiting Ashley in Chicago this weekend!! Busy, busy!! Can't wait!!

5/19/2010

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

How badly have you missed me since I haven't updated from Monday to Monday plus a Tuesday and almost a Wednesday!!?? Lots. I knew it. (Michelle is not surprised at all that that is how the math side of my brain works to figure out how many days have past.)

I've forgotten most of last week already and my weekend was less than exciting... And this week has been crazy busy with work things. I don't know what to tell you about.. I'm sure I can think of a few things.

The original psychic report out has been found. More things have come true. Marriage age for me is around 25.... phew, as long as it isn't 24 (I'm running out of time on that one). Next time I'm in Pittsburgh, I'm going to another psychic with my mom and sister. I'll be sure to take notes this time.

Last week, my dear friend Felton from work sent me a work message that warmed my heart: "Hi Megan, How in the world are you? How is Plano? My friend Tom is coming down next week, so I thought of you and wondered how you were doing. We miss your smiling face and being able to come by and chat with you. Hope all is well. Your friend in Chattanooga, Felton.". SOO SWEET!!?? RIght!???? So funny though, he didn't email this. He sent it in an instant message, and I responded, almost instantly, but he never responded back. Maybe he thinks IM-ing is like mail? I really don't know. (Background on Felton- at office birthday parties they throw out Bible chapter:verse and he recites the text from memory. Also, his son got married at a potluck wedding that had brownies, not cake, and ecofriendly silverware.) So cute.

My sister got a puppy! Lincoln. He is so cute!!!!!!!!!!! Even though I RIP Murphy, it makes me want a new puppy. Yes, most of you think this would be irresponsible. But, if I started at the beginning with a sweet little baby puppy that loved me and not an abandoned 40lb husky... well.. I think the situation would play out much differently. I can't believe I wasted a perfectly great dog name on a dog I don't even have anymore. Murphy. Gosh! (RIP)

My apartment complex pool is turning into a complete rager. After work even! And then, obviously, on the weekends. I'm too self-conscious to go into the middle of the rager but I'm never home when the rager starts to make it before all the activity. Kim is coming this weekend. Now I don't have to go test out the rager by myself. Before you read this and say "Megan, that is so silly, just go!" how about you move to a new place hours and hours away from your home family friends new puppy nephew and knowing no one and THEN tell me to go do something. You are so inconsiderate if that is what you were thinking.

Do any of you reading this have DVR? Has DVR completely revolutionized the way you watch TV? It has for me. I would always have to catch up and watch missed sodes on the HP- but not anymore!! I just have to remember to record them. Which, mostly I do. Anyway, even though DVR helps me catch all missed shows and lets me fast forward through the worst of the American Idol performances (which is all of them right now) - I still continue to forget that I can fastforward through the commercials. I usually remember... more than halfway through my show, that I've wasted so much time watching commercials I don't need to watch!! (Unles of course it is the Eclipse trailer which I absolutely have to pause and watch and prepare for the June 30th release date.).

Hm, let's see. What else... Nothing. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, followers and nonfollowers. (Oh, I'm going to make the blog private soon, so you might consider following....)

5/10/2010

Happy Monday!!

Or something like that.... My parents and grandparents aren't coming this weekend anymore (Poppy has a bum knee, say a prayer for him) so I started off my day by emailing my manager that I don't need to take any vacation on 3/14. 3/14? I emailed back saying apparently I think it's March and by 3/14 I mean 5/14... Uh, Mondays.

Anyway....

My Dad was in town on business so he treated me to a nice dinner at a not so local establishment that was basically Chattanooga in Tennessee (for my TN readers, I was back at Top of the Dock... only with a bigger pseudo dinner area/dancing area). Dinner cost $20. Not exactly the meal I thought I would get... but enjoyable none the less.

So, let's see-- If you've known me for any amount of time, you've probably heard me say "I'm never having children". I'll share two incidents in my life that go for and against this:

For: The trip to the psychic I had a few years ago. Yep. The psychic. I totally want to believe everything she said (because, she told me I was getting married), but I also totally don't want to believe everything she said (four kids- one set of twins). The psychic told me other things, like I would move south (and where did I end up? Chattanooga....) and that I would live by water (after the first apartment situation, I ended up with a new apartment within a day. Once I finally got my furniture in and looked out my bedroom window, what did I have a view of? The Tennessee River.). I want another trip to another psychic to see what matches up and what doesn't. I wish I could locate my original email to the girls detailing the psychic predictions to see what else has proven accurate.

Against: Murphy. Murphy was my dog for a week. He was a handsome husky mix that I met at the animal shelter and pretty much fell in love with... immediately. My mother told me I could get him and so I did. I became a mom to a 40 lb husky. Murphy, as most shelter dogs probably are, was a bit skiddish and afraid of everything. Including steps. And I lived on the third floor. Did I mention he was 40lbs? To say getting up the stairs was an... "event".. is an understatement. Then there was the entire bathroom situation. I had this dog for 2 days before he went to the bathroom. For the 2 days he didn't go to the bathroom, I cried nonstop about my defective dog and I pretty much stopped eating. Thankfully, I was going to Pittsburgh for the weekend and my family was going to help me.

The day I was leaving for PA, I had to go into the office- I figured it was only 4 hours, and Murphy could stay in his cage for a while. False. That dog broke out of his cage and took a giant and super disgusting poop in my loft. The smell hit me as soon as I opened the door. Oh, and the cage was ruined. I start crying and cleaning up dog poop and calling my parents and just about ready to kill myself. I gave Murphy dinner, loaded him into the car and start driving.

I was really nervous for Murphy to do another gross BM in my car so I stopped frequently on the drive, but this dog never went to the bathroom.... 7 hours. He didn't go at the hotel. He didn't go the next morning. He kept eating and drinking. But, he did not go to the bathroom. The remaining 5 hours to Pittsburgh he didn't go to the bathroom. I cried the ENTIRE drive.

My parents greeted me and we put Murphy in the backyard and he peed- I was such a proud mother. I cried again. My family tried to soothe me, but I was generally inconsolable. Murphy still hadn't pooped, and he didn't love me like Moses (family dog) loved me. Tears, tears, tears.

My sister convinced me that Murphy could stay home with the rest of the family and we should go out and enjoy the Saturday night. Ok, I said - I could use a night away from the dog. I shower and start to fix my hair and I hear my sister go "Aww, Murphy! Come here... Aww... OH MY GOD! MURPHY!" Panic.

What did Murphy do, you ask? Well after a minute or two of stunned silence from Allie (which is rare) she said "He ate a sock.". Excuse me? "He had it in his mouth. He swallowed it. It's gone. He ate a sock!".

So, now, my entire family is at the top of the steps with Murphy in the middle just staring at him asking "What do you mean 'He ate a sock'!?!".

More tears.

We call a neighbor who is thankfully a vet tech and she starts giving us instructions that start off with "Get some hydrogen peroxide and a turkey baster....". What? Turkey baster? Not happening.

Hyperventilating. Tears. Shock. Tears.

Me and my dad take Murphy to the Vet ER (which is a surprisingly bumping place on a Saturday evening) and hand Murphy over to the techs. Hours later, our neighbor/vet tech appears with a huge smile on her face.... "Well, we induced vomiting, and.. there were... two socks."

That damn dog ate a sock when he broke out of his cage (thus the no pooping) on top of the sock Allie witnessed. I tried to laugh at this, but I was still a little emotionally distraught. We take Murphy home, $300+ later, and tell everyone "Pick your socks up off the floor!!!!!!".

Sunday night rolls around and I'm slowly calming down and I hear my mother coming up the stairs... "Hi Murphy... Murphy? What do you have? DROP IT! Murphy!!" Yep. He did it again. This time I don't cry. I look at him, look at my parents, and say "Put him down, I can't take it anymore".

Now, don't get all bent out of shape, we didn't put him down (although, at that point, I honestly think I would have)... we went back to the turkey baster/hydrogen peroxide method (NOTE: do not try this at home without explicit instructions from your neighboring vet tech!) It took a few attempts, and my grandma was called up to console me while I sob outside, and finally we get Murphy to vomit. Did he swallow a sock, you ask? No. He swallowed a full butt underpant. Inbelievable.

That night the email went out to every single person I know "Do you want a sweet husky that is the most handsome dog you've ever seen?" and I looked at my parents and said "That's it, you're never getting grandchildren from me."

The Murphy incident was the most high impact of the two, so I've stuck with "no children" for a while now. That is.. until... this morning.

Yesterday was Mother's Day and when I came into the office today I asked a woman in my aisle how her Mother's day was. Usually, I wouldn't do this- I mean, you never know who lost a child or hates their child or whatever. So, unless they've explicitly mentioned their children around me, well, I think it's best not to assume. But, today, I assumed. I only assumed because I know she is married and she has pictures of her family all over the place and framed photos of children.

When I asked her how her Mother's day was she told me about how her husband made her a card from the dog and signed it with a paw print. She also told me how her dog sent her flowers. Then she said she didn't get the gifts from the dog until after she returned from reading to inmates in the local prison. I guess the photos of children either 1) came in the photo when she bought them from Kohl's or 2) are nieces and nephews. Either way...

Never have I ever been more certain that I need to have children. Not immediately- actually, another 10 years would be great... but, I'll need to get them at some point. I can't bare to spend my Mother's Day in prison or get a fake card from my dog (everyone knows dogs can't go into the post office).

Note: We did find Murphy a good home. I cried when I gave him away and told them that he really is a good, sweet dog.

Update: He still eats socks.

5/07/2010

Busy week

Ok, so in two months, I've really had a successful transition to Plano.. . at least I think. And, this week was busy with things going on every day!

Tuesday MM flew through Dallas (three sightings in three weeks...!). Me and Sarah and new friend Pete(r) met with them at a great restaurant and slowly enjoyed appeteasers and then dinner. It was a fabulous 3 hour dinner extravaganza. Me and Sarah had champagne which was oh so classy.

Wednesday was Cinco de Mayo- we met with Lizzie and Jessica and new friend Amber. Mambo taxis were consumed... which, have I mentioned what is in a mambo taxi? It's a frozen margarita mixed with sangria and topped off with brandy. Two will easily put you under the table. Lizzie said she was having "just one" because she was "medicated" but the next thing I know she's sipping on her third... good thing I live close by! We walked to my apartment and watched some DVRed American Idol (Aaron is finally gone, thank God!) and Modern Family (funniest show on TV) to cool down from post work happy hour.

Thursday I had a fate- fake date- for drinks with some kid I met a few weeks ago. We met at... my favorite... a sushi bar. I agreed because I do make an attempt to be agreeable/charming when first meeting people. But- sushi? Barf! Get there and he's waiting and comes up and meets me at the door- first thing out of his mouth "I don't remember you being so tall". Idiot. Height complex- great. I mean, really, I'm the one that should have the height complex with him. (He's 6'0 if you're wondering... and didn't laugh as hard as I'd like at 5'12. Actually, he barely laughed and was like "Oh, so we're the same height"- didn't even acknowledge the joke! Maybe I'm so pretty he was just so nervous. Yea, that's it.) Anyway, I had the Zumba class with Sarah at 8 that I was going to.. but chat chat chatting away and it was 7:57 and I stood up Sarah for Zumba! There was no way I would make it in time. When I told boy this he said "I know, you aren't going to make it"- Like it was his plan all along. Rude. Anway, chat chat chatting, we walk around the town center thing and stop in another establishment. I get only water because it is a school night and I have an 8am meeting I know I will be running late to... And next thing we know, 10:30. Awkward parting in the garage and two weird hugs goodbye and he asked to see me again... I dont know. He's moving in two months, so something to pass the time? Oh! And- he hates DC. Not hates DC and prefers DP, he thinks it will give me cancer.

I came home and watched the new episode of The Office- it was laugh out loud funny. Michael as a mistress? Perfect. Do other people laugh out loud when they are alone? I do. A lot.

Today was an early day for me. Stupid east coast. They don't get the time change (they = most if not all of you reading this). I am an hour behind!!!! A 9AM meeting for you is an 8AM meeting for me and with computer start up time and meeting prep time... well I just don't want to come in around 7 or 7:30 to prepare for your meetings and fresent! (Fake present). Oh, and while we are at it- Don't schedule meetings during my lunch! Super RUDE! I love lunch! By lunch I haven't had anything to eat in FOUR HOURS! Gosh. And, also, while I'm sharing- I do schedule 4:00PM CST meetings on purpose if I can't find "any other time".....

Also, today at work, one of my peers called me from my last rotation and asked me a question. I miss knowing the answers!!! But, he's so fabulous and when I'm in CT in June I'm looking forward to catching up over a great cafeteria lunch and chat chat chatting away!

So, plans for tonight? Catching up on all my week's DVRed TV and watching Glee online. Hopefully tomorrow's a great weather day because I plan on enjoying the pool.

5/03/2010

Honorable Mention

So, it seems that last weeks blog was a success-- Jarrod even read it twice and laughed harder the second time. I don't know if I can ask for much more!!

Some of you are upset you weren't mentioned- I'm surprised at how many of you there were. I have a feeling that this "direct" call out has some of you going "please don't say my name and make me appear needyyyy". So I won't- but just know that I had fun with a hundred times more humans than I could ever mention in a single blog entry. I mean- how do you put blue/white weekend into words? It's hard... So, even though I promised honorable mentions, you're not getting them. I can't keep living in the past, and I can't keep track of all of them.

Also in the past? Recovering. I was sick all of last week. Finally, on Friday, I could take it no more. I went to the Super Target pharmacy and waited in line to talk to a pharmacist and tell him my symptoms. I really could care less about complaining- I actually quite enjoy it- But, I did feel bad for this pharmacist. Not only was queen complain (me) giving him an earful, there were people there before me and after me! My whine went something like this "Hi- I'm not feeling so well. (sniff) I don't know what medicine to take, and I don't want to take it all and overdose myself. (cough). I had a fever at the beginning of the week- but it broke. Now I'm sneezing all the time! Is it allergies? But, my face hurts. My eyes hurt. My cheeks hurt. And all the sneezing! (sneeze) I've been taking motrin but that's not working. And, this voice, it isn't even mine! What do I doooooooo (cough, sniff, sneeze). But, I also don't know if the headache is because I'm wearing a high pony.... I just need medicine. Real badddd." You can imagine the look he gave me.

The pharmacist directed me to some type of 4 in 1 Tylenol PM and told me that I could "probably" function on it if I took it during the day. This would be a big fat false. I was knocked out within 30 minutes of taking the first dosage (at 5:15 PM). When I woke up at 9:30PM, I took another dosage and slept through the night. Then I woke up and took it again (and again) and slept pretty much until 4PM Saturday. It was glorious. And I finally felt normal.

Saturday I went to a very smokey bar with Sarah and two coupled friends (they're everywhere....!). I did my first karaoke ever. I think the reason I hate karaoke is because I know I can't sing. I know I'm terrible. And, I am pretty sure any time you listen to someone sing karaoke you think "Gosh, they think they can sing!?!". I hate that. I hate doing things I'm not good at. But- I was wearing a super short skirt, so hopefully I wasn't so sore on the eyes as I was on the ears.

(Which, btw, the skirt was only $4.99 from my favorite store: Lerner's. (Also known as NY&C.xoxosilk))

No husbands at karaoke- not even an attractive. I also learned my lesson after stating that my husband requirements were "tall and teeth". The people I was with promptly pointed out a sloppy giant man and asked if he would do.... He would not. Maybe I'll have better luck on Cinco de Mayo....

Sunday there was an Art Festival (not to be confused with THE Arts Fest) at some park called Cottonwood or Cottonball or something. Lots of art. Even MORE dogs. Oh. My. God. I WANT ONE!! The kiss of death was these women selling yorkies out of their purse. (The purse had a piece of paper pinned on that said "Yorkies for Sale"). Three, 7-week old, baby, sweet, want to steal them, yorkie puppies. When I move to my next location and I'm a little more permanent, I'm getting one. But, ohmygosh, these sweet little babies were to die for. So where all the other millions of dogs. I told Kim, taking me to the Art Fest was like taking an alcoholic to a bar-- so much temptation. (RIP Murphy.) (No, he's not really dead, I just RIP him. Although, he should be dead- he's still eating sock. Don't get it? That's an entirely different blog posting I'll need to do....)

I think I'm taking my cowboy boots back. They make my feet look big. Yes, I know I'm a 9.5 (ok, maybe sometimes I'm a 10)- but I don't need to walk around with big giant boat feet. Or, draw attention to my feet (unless they are freshly pedicured and in a great sandal). So- I'm taking them back this week. And probably buying something else I want but don't need. Unless I purchase solid colored shirts- I need them. All I own are patterns. This makes it hard to mix and match outfits.

Today at work I wore a ballerina bun in my hair- not to be confused with a grandma bun (which I wore to the interview for the job I currently hold). Anyway... I was totally digging my ballerina bun not to be confused with a grandma bun, and a grandma that works in the building walks past me and goes "ohhh, I love your hair, dear". God. If a grandma likes it... does that make it less of a ballerina bun and more of a grandma bun? I hope not. I was totally digging the look.

I went to my first ever spin class today after work with Sarah (and her Dad, so cute!). This woman? Holy cow. She made us cycle to Hotel California. Now, I love (love!) the Eagles... but, really, exercise to it? To THAT song? I don't think so. She also told us to imagine a big dog chasing us up a hill and to peddle faster.... what a wacko. (I pictured the yorkies, so of course I wanted to slow down and pet the imaginary dog.)

I'm bracing to feel the burn tomorrow. I also now understand why biker shorts were invented. But, I will probably go back. (YES! Go back!!) Even better though? We're doing a Zumba class on Thursday... my favorite!!!

After the exercise I felt the need to continue to be "healthy" or something like that... I made a great stir fry with zucchini, peppers, onion, peas, carrots and chicken. So domestic!! Sometimes I surprise myself. And!! -- I'm bringing in treats for the office tomorrow- hopefully this makes me their most favorite, instead of just their favorite. (Tree bark and rice krispie treats- yum!)