Monday, August 29, 2005

The River

Alan's boss invited us to camp and float the river with a huge group of people. We said sure. Sounds like fun.
Did you know that behavior on the river closely resembles the behavior one would find on Bourbon street in the middle of Mardi Gras?
Boobs everywhere.
One guy in our group was in charge of the jello shots and he decided to hand out a shot for each boob he got to see. Many a stranger took him up on his generous offer.
By the time he made it up to the camp site, he couldn't even remember the total number of boobs he was shown. Of course, that could have something to do with the fact that he was passing out drunk at that point.
Apparently, for every shot he gave away, he took one as well.
After dinner, all the drunk people wanted to go dancing. I opted to sit by the citronella camp fire and get tipsy with rum and coke.
And in true camping fashion, I poured citronella wax on my foot in the process of moving the candle to the center of our circle. No mosquitos for me.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Two gray hairs

Things that used to be funny to me, are not.
People I used to love to be around, annoy me.
And all these little things that I used to want and strive for, mean nothing to me.
I just want to like my job, love my husband, go to sleep early, have enough money to not be worried all the time, spend a few nights out of the year with my friends, and drink a good cup of coffee in the morning. (oh! and be skinny of course, but I don't think that will ever go away, even with age)
Does that sound old to you?
Because it sounds old to me. And I think maybe my views and reactions to things are changing because I am getting old. Which I know, I should embrace,and blah, blah, blah.
But seriously, it scares me. Quite frightful indeed.
Good news, my broker gave me hella good advice the other day about retirement . . . I'm gonna be millionaire when I am 65.

Friday, August 19, 2005


I just found out that my Grandmother did in fact send a card but it was to the wrong address so it got returned to her today.
Don't I feel like the biggest bitch ever!

Thursday, August 18, 2005


My grandma forgot my b-day.
And really, I shouldn't be upset because it just makes me sound selfish, but it really hurts my feelings.
Plus, I as totally counting on her $50 to buy a new outfit for a wedding I have to go to.
I talked to her yesterday to wish her a happy b-day and nothing about my b-day was mentioned.
No, "sorry I forgot honey, your card is in the mail".
Dammit grandma!

Tuesday, August 16, 2005


I think my coffee may be to strong.
I almost gave myself a heart attack this morning when I came into the office. I am, of course, the first one there so it is dark and I have to make my way to the front door to turn on the lights.
While doing so this morning, I imagined someone had followed me and gotten in before the back door closed. I kept hearing these noises that I couldn't place.
Then I couldn't see anyone behind me, so it had to be a ghost.
I mean, if you are for sure hearing noises, can't see anyone, know you are alone, then it has to be that a ghost is around.
But in reality, it was the runners radio. She left it on last night.
And my imagination might be ever so heighten because I am still afraid of the dark and being alone in it.
I hear being scared raises your metabolism.

Tuesday, August 09, 2005


Alan was being so super sweet last night, since it was MY birthday and all. He decided to give me a massage with my most favorite smelly lotion.
He kinda forgot about my whole second degree burn thing on my leg and rubbed off one of the blisters.
Smelly lotion burned my burn. I wanted to cry. But he felt really bad. And really, he didn't mean to.
But I am wondering how bad that is for the whole healing process. Any thoughts?

Monday, August 08, 2005

33 Yaupon Loop

So . . . for my b-day we went camping. Courtney's blog really sums up the experience, check it out.
I just wanted to add, that on friday while we were putting up the tents (not a good thing in the dark) I ran into the propane lamp that Alan bought us and have second degree burns on my legs.
I look like a burn victim!!!
Happy birthday me.