Hi. It's almost 1:30am. And I can't sleep again. Tylenol Pm will make you sleepy my ass!
But anyways. That's not why I'm writing. So Manda is sound asleep... and I do mean sound asleep. She's full of all kind of noises. A few minutes ago, between her cute little snores, she turned to me and said "this thing is freaking fantastic!". And that was it. She was asleep again.
I don't know what the heck she was talking about. She wouldn't answer me when I asked her "What?" But if it really is that fantastic, why is she not sharing it with me!? :o)
Peace Out. (and hopefully sweet dreams!)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Top Ten: Reasons I couldn't sleep last night
I'm tired and don't feel very good... so here's the short and sweet top 10 reasons I couldn't sleep.
10. I've been sick. Wah.
9. The cold medicine wore off. You see, I fell asleep at 9:30... but only slept for an hour before waking up. Drowsy medicine my ass! Double wah.
8. Lucy hogs the covers. For a 10 pound dog, she makes her presence in bed known.
7. I was freezing.
6. I was hot. It was one those situations where I would just get comfortable, and then I was hot. So, I would stick my leg out of the covers, only to get cold 2 minutes later. The fun never stopped.
5. Garrison couldn't sleep either. He kept walking around and shaking his collar (Manda calls it his "necklace"). That crap is loud at 2am when its dead silent.
4. I had to pee. Only once though. Not that big of a deal. Manda went three times. (just in case you were curious)
3. My pillow kept sliding up the headboard... so I would wake with neck pain, only to find one cheek against my shoulder, the other smashed into the pillow. Good thing I have good chiropractic coverage.
2. The clock on my nightstand seemed a LOT brighter than usual. I could see what time it was through my eyelids.
1. I didn't want to go to work today. Whenever I don't want to go somewhere, I always stay up the night before thinking about all the reasons I don't want to go... This is counterproductive. I realize this. But it can't be helped.
Peace Out.
10. I've been sick. Wah.
9. The cold medicine wore off. You see, I fell asleep at 9:30... but only slept for an hour before waking up. Drowsy medicine my ass! Double wah.
8. Lucy hogs the covers. For a 10 pound dog, she makes her presence in bed known.
7. I was freezing.
6. I was hot. It was one those situations where I would just get comfortable, and then I was hot. So, I would stick my leg out of the covers, only to get cold 2 minutes later. The fun never stopped.
5. Garrison couldn't sleep either. He kept walking around and shaking his collar (Manda calls it his "necklace"). That crap is loud at 2am when its dead silent.
4. I had to pee. Only once though. Not that big of a deal. Manda went three times. (just in case you were curious)
3. My pillow kept sliding up the headboard... so I would wake with neck pain, only to find one cheek against my shoulder, the other smashed into the pillow. Good thing I have good chiropractic coverage.
2. The clock on my nightstand seemed a LOT brighter than usual. I could see what time it was through my eyelids.
1. I didn't want to go to work today. Whenever I don't want to go somewhere, I always stay up the night before thinking about all the reasons I don't want to go... This is counterproductive. I realize this. But it can't be helped.
Peace Out.
Why I love you.....
It's been a while since I have posted on here. I guess I have been neglecting our blog. How horrible of me. At least I am consistent, I have been neglecting my "other blog" for two years or more. It's just hard. Sometimes I get caught up in the chaotic disarray of everyday life.
I thought I would take this opportunity to share some of my feelings with you, Linds. I know I tell you every day I love you, but I don't know if you realize how much. So, here goes an attempt.....
You. You're so many things to me. My best friend. My companion. My soul mate. You make each day worth waking up for, worth enduring. You are the perfect combination of humor, wit and beauty, both inside and out. I love the way you can take any situation and see the good in it. You can find humor in every aspect of life, no matter what it is. I love when you get the giggles and can't stop laughing. Your eyes start watering and you can't talk. You are loyal to a fault. Intelligent. I love that you don't realize how very smart you are. Your genuine love for animals. I love how you can laugh at yourself. I love that you don't like onions and tomatoes. =o)
You make me a better person by just being in my life. Just being in your presence makes everything better. And the biggest reason why I love you.....because you're you. Thank you for sharing your life with me.
Well, enough sappiness.
L8R.
Manda
I thought I would take this opportunity to share some of my feelings with you, Linds. I know I tell you every day I love you, but I don't know if you realize how much. So, here goes an attempt.....
You. You're so many things to me. My best friend. My companion. My soul mate. You make each day worth waking up for, worth enduring. You are the perfect combination of humor, wit and beauty, both inside and out. I love the way you can take any situation and see the good in it. You can find humor in every aspect of life, no matter what it is. I love when you get the giggles and can't stop laughing. Your eyes start watering and you can't talk. You are loyal to a fault. Intelligent. I love that you don't realize how very smart you are. Your genuine love for animals. I love how you can laugh at yourself. I love that you don't like onions and tomatoes. =o)
You make me a better person by just being in my life. Just being in your presence makes everything better. And the biggest reason why I love you.....because you're you. Thank you for sharing your life with me.
Well, enough sappiness.
L8R.
Manda
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Top Ten: Things you never wanted to know about me
1. When I was in grade school, I told my mom I didn't like having my fingernails painted because it interfered with my ability to write. How brilliant I was as a child. I still like my nails sans color.
2. I'd rather read a book than watch TV, a movie or listen to music. What can I say? My imagination is much better than anyone else's. That's not to say I wouldn't sell my body on the street for good music. Because I totally would. But I wouldn't be a $20 music hooker... I'd be more like Heidi Fleiss. So. Let's just say, I could buy a lot more than good music! :o)
3. I really am easily amused. Anyone who has ever seen me get the giggles knows this. There is something to be said for finding the humor and silliness in life. If I totally fart while my chiropractor is adjusting me... How is THAT not funny?? A bit awkward for the doctor, but totally funny for me. (True story by the way)
As I think of more things you wouldn't want to know about me, I'll pass them a long. (Lucky You!)
Peace out.
2. I'd rather read a book than watch TV, a movie or listen to music. What can I say? My imagination is much better than anyone else's. That's not to say I wouldn't sell my body on the street for good music. Because I totally would. But I wouldn't be a $20 music hooker... I'd be more like Heidi Fleiss. So. Let's just say, I could buy a lot more than good music! :o)
3. I really am easily amused. Anyone who has ever seen me get the giggles knows this. There is something to be said for finding the humor and silliness in life. If I totally fart while my chiropractor is adjusting me... How is THAT not funny?? A bit awkward for the doctor, but totally funny for me. (True story by the way)
4. I like to think I'm smooth. I like to think nothing gets me frazzled or embarrassed. But really. I wear my emotions on my sleeve. And I'm as awkward as they come. When hit on by people, my IQ drops 50 points and I say things like "What's your sign?", "Please don't follow me out to my car." or "*giggle* you have an accent." It really is amazing I'm not single.
5. I can become hyper-focused on things. Currently, I am obsessed with tortilla soup. If it is on the menu, I order it. In fact, I had it 3 times, from 3 different restaurants in the past 3 days. Now, you might be wondering a few things. Freaking Eh!? How many times did I go out to eat? Was it good all 3 times? Why fixate on tortilla soup? Answers: 3, no, and because I can.
6.I totally have A.D.D. Sometimes having conversations with me is like talking to a 3 year old. I am easily distracted by shiny objects and click through the channels on the TV like I'm flipping through a magazine. This contributes to my complete randomness when initiating new topics of conversation. I forget a lot of birthdays and can't remember what I wore yesterday, not to mention what the name of the person I met five minutes ago was.
7. Getting things in the mail is like Christmas to me. Think about it. The package/envelope has my name on it. I have no idea what is in it. For a brief moment before ripping it open, I am convinced it contains the one thing I really want. Now that "one thing" varies from moment to moment. Could be a new bike, a Mac Book Pro, a batch of Manda's grandmother's peanut brittle... OR it could be the cream that will finally get rid of that pesky rash.
8. I constantly joke about a non-existent rash. This never stops being funny. Sometimes I pretend other people have this rash. I do this by randomly asking them in front of other people "hey, i see you're itching your arm... rash still bothering you?" or "hey, thanks for letting me borrow your rash ointment. It's really helped with the burning and itching." Yes, I'm aware this is odd. But seriously, the look on people's faces is always funny.
9. I had 3 cavities the last time I went to the dentist. Amazing since it had been over 4 years since my last visit. What can I say? Dentists remind me of used car salesmen. Really. They tell you that you have 3 cavities and how do you know they're telling you the truth? Can you read x-rays? I can't. This last time I only knew they were being honest because the teeth they pointed out corresponded with the intense shooting pain I was experiencing. Funny how that works out.
10. I currently want to buy a Cadillac CTS. Not because they're nice cars. Not because I need one. Not even because my dad owns one and I love driving it. I only want one because that is what Kate Walsh was driving in the Cadillac commercial where she asked me if my car turned me on. No. My car does not turn me on. Wouldn't it be strange if it did? Long commutes would certainly be more interesting. And I'm pretty sure the accident rates would rise as well. "I'm sorry officer, I drive a stick shift and I was just trying grind it till if found the right gear..."
10. I currently want to buy a Cadillac CTS. Not because they're nice cars. Not because I need one. Not even because my dad owns one and I love driving it. I only want one because that is what Kate Walsh was driving in the Cadillac commercial where she asked me if my car turned me on. No. My car does not turn me on. Wouldn't it be strange if it did? Long commutes would certainly be more interesting. And I'm pretty sure the accident rates would rise as well. "I'm sorry officer, I drive a stick shift and I was just trying grind it till if found the right gear..."
As I think of more things you wouldn't want to know about me, I'll pass them a long. (Lucky You!)
Peace out.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Top Ten: 2007 Holiday Adventures
Okay, so it's been a while for Top Ten Tuesdays... But I'm bringing them back. This week its the top ten adventures from my 2007 Holidays.
1. Surprising Manda's family for Thanksgiving. I thought her grandmother was going to have a heart attack she was so surprised. Luckily, she lived through it. Manda's cousin Brandy had the best reaction. She actually cried. I love people that cry (in a good way) at my surprise presence. (Actually she was happier to see Manda. Which I guess is understandable since they've been best friends their whole lives.)
2. Learning to knit. My mother is famous for asking me to make her things for Christmas. Last year it was a quilt. This year it was a hat and scarf. To make things interesting (and to encourage the early onset of arthritis) I decided to teach myself to knit. It was a long, painful success. Mom loved her scarf (and I loved making it for her). The hat however was a disaster and I threw the bastard away.
3. Spending two hours talking to Manda's dad about being a firefighter-paramedic. This is an adventure because it was the first conversation he's ever had with me that consisted of more than 3 words. The entire time I was racking my brain for questions about a topic I know nothing about. AND to make it even more crazy, he looked me in the eyes the whole time. I do believe he might like me.
4. Finding a vibrating "massager" in Manda's grandparent's house. It had attachments. Glad to know her grandparents still have the energy. Enough said.
5. Traversing the strip in Las Vegas to make our dinner reservations at the Bellagio. Running through crowds, dodging the "scary" people and laughing our asses off is always fun.
6. Sleeping curled up on a bench, with my neck at a ninety degree angle, while freezing my ass off in the Vegas airport. It took days for the kink in my neck to go away, but it was worth it.
7. Taking Garrison and Lucy to the dog park on Christmas day. It was cold. The wind was cranking. And I forgot my jacket. I couldn't leave though, the puppies were too ecstatic not to be stuck in the house watching me knit. I cut glass with my nips for an hour, but they loved every second.
8. Buying my directionally challenged girl a GPS unit for Christmas. I searched several stores only to find it out of stock everywhere. I ended up paying a fortune to express ship it... but it was all worth it. She not only loves it, but can now find her way anywhere! ... *sniff sniff* She's just growing up so fast...
9. Attending Manda's work Christmas party. She got TRASHED. In four and a half years, this is only the 2nd time I'd seen her drunk. Getting her to do anything was like herding a cat. She was adorable though. I've never been told I was "so beautiful" so many times. Thankfully, despite the A.D.D. issue, she's a cheery, happy, funny drunk.
10. Getting a gnarly upset stomach at Manda's parents house. Then being directed to use the "semi functional" guest toilet only to find that it wasn't functional at all AFTER I tried to flush. The toilet overflowed and was so clogged Manda's dad had to scoop my poo out with a cup into a bucket. I then watched as Manda carried this bucket down the hill to the woods by their house and dumped it out... more than once. The best part of this adventure? Manda told her dad that she did it. In fact her exact words to her dad were: "Bet you never thought you'd be cleaning up my sh*t again." I love this woman! :o)
Hope your holidays were equally as adventurous!
Peace Out.
1. Surprising Manda's family for Thanksgiving. I thought her grandmother was going to have a heart attack she was so surprised. Luckily, she lived through it. Manda's cousin Brandy had the best reaction. She actually cried. I love people that cry (in a good way) at my surprise presence. (Actually she was happier to see Manda. Which I guess is understandable since they've been best friends their whole lives.)
2. Learning to knit. My mother is famous for asking me to make her things for Christmas. Last year it was a quilt. This year it was a hat and scarf. To make things interesting (and to encourage the early onset of arthritis) I decided to teach myself to knit. It was a long, painful success. Mom loved her scarf (and I loved making it for her). The hat however was a disaster and I threw the bastard away.
3. Spending two hours talking to Manda's dad about being a firefighter-paramedic. This is an adventure because it was the first conversation he's ever had with me that consisted of more than 3 words. The entire time I was racking my brain for questions about a topic I know nothing about. AND to make it even more crazy, he looked me in the eyes the whole time. I do believe he might like me.
4. Finding a vibrating "massager" in Manda's grandparent's house. It had attachments. Glad to know her grandparents still have the energy. Enough said.
5. Traversing the strip in Las Vegas to make our dinner reservations at the Bellagio. Running through crowds, dodging the "scary" people and laughing our asses off is always fun.
6. Sleeping curled up on a bench, with my neck at a ninety degree angle, while freezing my ass off in the Vegas airport. It took days for the kink in my neck to go away, but it was worth it.
7. Taking Garrison and Lucy to the dog park on Christmas day. It was cold. The wind was cranking. And I forgot my jacket. I couldn't leave though, the puppies were too ecstatic not to be stuck in the house watching me knit. I cut glass with my nips for an hour, but they loved every second.
8. Buying my directionally challenged girl a GPS unit for Christmas. I searched several stores only to find it out of stock everywhere. I ended up paying a fortune to express ship it... but it was all worth it. She not only loves it, but can now find her way anywhere! ... *sniff sniff* She's just growing up so fast...
9. Attending Manda's work Christmas party. She got TRASHED. In four and a half years, this is only the 2nd time I'd seen her drunk. Getting her to do anything was like herding a cat. She was adorable though. I've never been told I was "so beautiful" so many times. Thankfully, despite the A.D.D. issue, she's a cheery, happy, funny drunk.
10. Getting a gnarly upset stomach at Manda's parents house. Then being directed to use the "semi functional" guest toilet only to find that it wasn't functional at all AFTER I tried to flush. The toilet overflowed and was so clogged Manda's dad had to scoop my poo out with a cup into a bucket. I then watched as Manda carried this bucket down the hill to the woods by their house and dumped it out... more than once. The best part of this adventure? Manda told her dad that she did it. In fact her exact words to her dad were: "Bet you never thought you'd be cleaning up my sh*t again." I love this woman! :o)
Hope your holidays were equally as adventurous!
Peace Out.
Monday, January 7, 2008
The Boys...
Stoney and Tony. Our two best friends. They're like the gay brothers we never had... and well, sometimes. They're like sisters as well. Just depends on their mood. :o)
We rang in new year's 2008 in Vegas with our boys. Nothing like flying into Vegas at 7pm and flying out of Vegas at 7am. Call it a Vegas quickie if you will. :o)
Our evening started out fantastically. Our flight was delayed an hour. I'm sorry. Let me lay on the sarcasm a little more... fantastically. We had dinner reservations to catch. In fact if we missed our time slot, the price for dinner rose to $300 a person. No pressure.
With forty-five minutes to spare, we caught a taxi from the Vegas airport. Really though. I should call it a "scenic tour of the area surrounding the strip". We were taken for a ride. But is a trip to Vegas really complete if you don't get taken by a taxi driver? It is all part of the Vegas experience. Plus every quickie starts with an unimpressive "you're gonna do what?" beginning... ha ha ha.
We couldn't get dropped off at the Bellagio (where we were eating dinner) because of traffic restrictions. What this meant for our time line was: after our 20 minute tour, we had a 20 minute scramble from the MGM to the Bellagio. Normally this wouldn't be hard. But with a gazillion people and road restrictions everywhere, we felt like the obligatory gay couples on the Amazing Race.
We arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Granted we were sweaty and breathing hard. But what do you expect from a quickie?
Dinner was fantastic. And this time I really mean it was fantastic. No sarcasm.
Now this is where the bragging starts. Manda and I... we're pretty high rollers. With all our bling, people are constantly ogling us in casinos. We walk by slot machines and they speak to us. "Pull my lever and I'll give you a quarter"... Don't hate.
Like I said. I don't want to brag. We're pretty experience gamblers. It took me five minutes to lose $3 on the two cent slots. It took Manda ten minutes to lose $5 on the nickel slots. Stoney and Tony... well, let's just say they lost more than we did. :o)
However, our loses paled in comparison to a lady we met in the Paris. She was having a bad night. Not only was she drunk off her ass. Not only had she lost $12,000. Not only did she wear black nylons under her jeans. She tried to hit on Stoney. Poor girl.
This wasn't our first New Year's in Vegas. However. It will be our last. At 4:30am, as we were sitting crouched together at our gate in the airport. We'd just waited outside (32 freaking degrees!) in line for an hour to catch a shuttle to the airport. We were freezing. We were tired. We desperately wanted to brush our teeth. We realized, our asses are too damn old for this crap.
Although our quickie in Vegas allowed us to ring in the new year with our two best friends. It left us much like quickies do. Mostly satisfied, but tired, disheveled and needing a shower.
Who wants to spend new year's 2009 playing Parcheesi and Monopoly at our house!?
Happy New Year Folks!!
:o)
We rang in new year's 2008 in Vegas with our boys. Nothing like flying into Vegas at 7pm and flying out of Vegas at 7am. Call it a Vegas quickie if you will. :o)Our evening started out fantastically. Our flight was delayed an hour. I'm sorry. Let me lay on the sarcasm a little more... fantastically. We had dinner reservations to catch. In fact if we missed our time slot, the price for dinner rose to $300 a person. No pressure.
With forty-five minutes to spare, we caught a taxi from the Vegas airport. Really though. I should call it a "scenic tour of the area surrounding the strip". We were taken for a ride. But is a trip to Vegas really complete if you don't get taken by a taxi driver? It is all part of the Vegas experience. Plus every quickie starts with an unimpressive "you're gonna do what?" beginning... ha ha ha.
We couldn't get dropped off at the Bellagio (where we were eating dinner) because of traffic restrictions. What this meant for our time line was: after our 20 minute tour, we had a 20 minute scramble from the MGM to the Bellagio. Normally this wouldn't be hard. But with a gazillion people and road restrictions everywhere, we felt like the obligatory gay couples on the Amazing Race.
We arrived with 5 minutes to spare. Granted we were sweaty and breathing hard. But what do you expect from a quickie?
Dinner was fantastic. And this time I really mean it was fantastic. No sarcasm.
Now this is where the bragging starts. Manda and I... we're pretty high rollers. With all our bling, people are constantly ogling us in casinos. We walk by slot machines and they speak to us. "Pull my lever and I'll give you a quarter"... Don't hate.
Like I said. I don't want to brag. We're pretty experience gamblers. It took me five minutes to lose $3 on the two cent slots. It took Manda ten minutes to lose $5 on the nickel slots. Stoney and Tony... well, let's just say they lost more than we did. :o)
However, our loses paled in comparison to a lady we met in the Paris. She was having a bad night. Not only was she drunk off her ass. Not only had she lost $12,000. Not only did she wear black nylons under her jeans. She tried to hit on Stoney. Poor girl.
This wasn't our first New Year's in Vegas. However. It will be our last. At 4:30am, as we were sitting crouched together at our gate in the airport. We'd just waited outside (32 freaking degrees!) in line for an hour to catch a shuttle to the airport. We were freezing. We were tired. We desperately wanted to brush our teeth. We realized, our asses are too damn old for this crap.
Although our quickie in Vegas allowed us to ring in the new year with our two best friends. It left us much like quickies do. Mostly satisfied, but tired, disheveled and needing a shower.Who wants to spend new year's 2009 playing Parcheesi and Monopoly at our house!?
Happy New Year Folks!!
:o)
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