Happy Halloween!
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Chump Change
In a meeting our client asked how much over budget we were so far.
"One million," we said.
"Oh, so not a substantive amount," was the reply.
Wow.
"One million," we said.
"Oh, so not a substantive amount," was the reply.
Wow.
How you doing punkin?
I carved pumpkins last night with Hurricane, her boyfriend Nick, GDSean and others. They were super cute, and I took pictures, but forgot my camera cord. Dang.
In other news, a coworker just asked if I was going to wear a costume tomorrow to work. I explained that I won't be here (Mr. Perfect arrives in the a.m.!!) but that people always dresses up and she definitely should.
I think one time (in the three years I've been here) I saw one person wear a witches hat over lunch.
In other news, a coworker just asked if I was going to wear a costume tomorrow to work. I explained that I won't be here (Mr. Perfect arrives in the a.m.!!) but that people always dresses up and she definitely should.
I think one time (in the three years I've been here) I saw one person wear a witches hat over lunch.
Laundry
I did laundry last night for the first time since Oct. 1st.
I did two loads that night.
I did about 7 last night.
And I still have an entire load of hand washables.
I think I could have gone at least another two weeks without laundry.
Hmm.
I did two loads that night.
I did about 7 last night.
And I still have an entire load of hand washables.
I think I could have gone at least another two weeks without laundry.
Hmm.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
E-mail of the day
After I told Hurricane I wanted to make these punkins tonight, she replied:
STFU! I told Nick and my mom today that I was going to make polka dot ones. Oh Erin you are my friend soulmate.
I love you to pieces.
STFU! I told Nick and my mom today that I was going to make polka dot ones. Oh Erin you are my friend soulmate.
I love you to pieces.
You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story - 5
Chapter 1 - I'm Not Wearing Any Pants! Or, Drinking and Dressing
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
Chapter 4 - Snow Angeling
Chapter 5 - AC/DC is Romantic in the AM
Wow. I really just slept-yelled? passed out talked? nope... Luppy and I quickly coined the term, "snow angeled." I just snow angeled so hard. As if I haven't done enough to scare this guy away, now I'm snow angeling. Awesome.
Thankfully, miraculously, Luppy didn't completely shun me after my snow angel episode. He laughed at me, that's for sure, but somehow he wasn't repulsed. Yet.
Wow.
The shock and embarrassment of snow angeling was enough to wake me up completely. That, and the fact that the sun was coming up.
I think around 7:30 a.m. or so Luppy got a text from his Dad asking if he was up. I took Luppy's phone and quickly replied, "I love you Dad" while Luppy was up getting a glass of water. He didn't believe me that I had actually sent it until he checked his outbox. I thought it was a really sweet gesture on my part.
After the text, Luppy explained that he was supposed to have an early breakfast with his family.
Because he was flying home.
To D.C.
Today.
Ouch.
I'm not going to lie, hearing that hurt quite a bit. I mean, I knew all along he lived in D.C., but... I don't know, I guess I ignored the reality or hoped we could hang out over the weekend at least.
Erin, of course, was the first of the group to wake up. And, of course, she promptly got to work making breakfast. She's kinda an amazing friend, btw.
I went to the kitchen to scavenge for food and found Clementines! Yum! One of my favorite treats of winter. I feel in love with them while living in Spain. They were amazing there - the peel was completely separate from the flesh and oh wow, tasty.
I took some Clementines in to Luppy and fed him while Erin cooked away. Seriously, I'm pretty sure he didn't want any Clems, but I peeled them and more or less force fed him.
Soon the scrambled eggs were done. But there was a problem. I only own four forks. Three of them were dirty. No worries, I explained to Erin, I have chopsticks!
I grabbed some sticks and sat down on the floor. And something funny happened. In the kitchen with Erin I had no problems eating with the chopsticks. In the living room with Luppy I couldn't even stab a chunk of egg. It was pathetic. He took the sticks from me and, as I held the plate of eggs, he fed me.
It was ridiculous and strange and sweet and awesome.
Erin sat on the couch watching this little spectacle of breakfast unfold in front of her.
After another hour or so of talking, laughing, and a smooch here or there, Luppy finally explained that he really needed to go because not only was he leaving today and had already missed breakfast with his family, he was leaving in just a few hours.
Like, less than three hours.
Ok, that one really hurt.
Luppy and I walked into the kitchen together so he could go out back to his car. My heart was racing. This is so not fair! I date all these losers here, but finally, in one single night, find this incredible man who is so funny and smart and sweet and somehow isn't totally freaked out by all the strange and embarrassing things that I've done in the past 9 hours and now he's leaving? Does he even like me? Will he ever want to talk to me again? Was this just some random nothingness to him? Is he going to ask for my phone number? Do I ask for his? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? This is horrible.
In the middle of all of that, Luppy leaned down to kiss me goodbye. And right then Erin walked in with dirty dishes! Damnit Erin and your cleanliness! I pull away from him and stand there, staring and wondering.
He can't procrastinate any longer, at this point in time, he isn't even going to be able to shower before his flight (my apologies passengers). Luppy turns, and grabs onto the door handle, pulls open the door and starts down the stairs and out of my life.
I panic.
I have to do something! I have to do something! I step out on the top of the steps.
"Yeah YOU! Shook me allllll night long! Yeah-eh baby YOU! Shook me allllllll night long!"
Luppy, now halfway down the stairs, stops and turns around. He looks up at me.
We were thinking the exact same thing.
What in the hell is she doing?!?!? Is she really singing AC/DC? WHY? No one was shook at all, let alone all night long... And why is she still singing it? And does she really only know that one line?
"Yeah YOU! Shook me allllll night long! Yeah-eh baby YOU! Shook me allllllll night long!"
Luppy turns and walks out the door.
I stop singing, step back inside my apartment, and shut the door.
Ohmygod.
My own jaw drops.
I'm quickly slapped in the face by the reality of what I just did.
There is something terribly wrong with me...
I finally, after almost 12 hours of trying, have succeeded at ruining any chances I had with the most incredible man I've ever met.
ohmygod...
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
Chapter 4 - Snow Angeling
Chapter 5 - AC/DC is Romantic in the AM
Wow. I really just slept-yelled? passed out talked? nope... Luppy and I quickly coined the term, "snow angeled." I just snow angeled so hard. As if I haven't done enough to scare this guy away, now I'm snow angeling. Awesome.
Thankfully, miraculously, Luppy didn't completely shun me after my snow angel episode. He laughed at me, that's for sure, but somehow he wasn't repulsed. Yet.
Wow.
The shock and embarrassment of snow angeling was enough to wake me up completely. That, and the fact that the sun was coming up.
I think around 7:30 a.m. or so Luppy got a text from his Dad asking if he was up. I took Luppy's phone and quickly replied, "I love you Dad" while Luppy was up getting a glass of water. He didn't believe me that I had actually sent it until he checked his outbox. I thought it was a really sweet gesture on my part.
After the text, Luppy explained that he was supposed to have an early breakfast with his family.
Because he was flying home.
To D.C.
Today.
Ouch.
I'm not going to lie, hearing that hurt quite a bit. I mean, I knew all along he lived in D.C., but... I don't know, I guess I ignored the reality or hoped we could hang out over the weekend at least.
Erin, of course, was the first of the group to wake up. And, of course, she promptly got to work making breakfast. She's kinda an amazing friend, btw.
I went to the kitchen to scavenge for food and found Clementines! Yum! One of my favorite treats of winter. I feel in love with them while living in Spain. They were amazing there - the peel was completely separate from the flesh and oh wow, tasty.
I took some Clementines in to Luppy and fed him while Erin cooked away. Seriously, I'm pretty sure he didn't want any Clems, but I peeled them and more or less force fed him.
Soon the scrambled eggs were done. But there was a problem. I only own four forks. Three of them were dirty. No worries, I explained to Erin, I have chopsticks!
I grabbed some sticks and sat down on the floor. And something funny happened. In the kitchen with Erin I had no problems eating with the chopsticks. In the living room with Luppy I couldn't even stab a chunk of egg. It was pathetic. He took the sticks from me and, as I held the plate of eggs, he fed me.
It was ridiculous and strange and sweet and awesome.
Erin sat on the couch watching this little spectacle of breakfast unfold in front of her.
After another hour or so of talking, laughing, and a smooch here or there, Luppy finally explained that he really needed to go because not only was he leaving today and had already missed breakfast with his family, he was leaving in just a few hours.
Like, less than three hours.
Ok, that one really hurt.
Luppy and I walked into the kitchen together so he could go out back to his car. My heart was racing. This is so not fair! I date all these losers here, but finally, in one single night, find this incredible man who is so funny and smart and sweet and somehow isn't totally freaked out by all the strange and embarrassing things that I've done in the past 9 hours and now he's leaving? Does he even like me? Will he ever want to talk to me again? Was this just some random nothingness to him? Is he going to ask for my phone number? Do I ask for his? What if he doesn't want to talk to me? This is horrible.
In the middle of all of that, Luppy leaned down to kiss me goodbye. And right then Erin walked in with dirty dishes! Damnit Erin and your cleanliness! I pull away from him and stand there, staring and wondering.
He can't procrastinate any longer, at this point in time, he isn't even going to be able to shower before his flight (my apologies passengers). Luppy turns, and grabs onto the door handle, pulls open the door and starts down the stairs and out of my life.
I panic.
I have to do something! I have to do something! I step out on the top of the steps.
"Yeah YOU! Shook me allllll night long! Yeah-eh baby YOU! Shook me allllllll night long!"
Luppy, now halfway down the stairs, stops and turns around. He looks up at me.
We were thinking the exact same thing.
What in the hell is she doing?!?!? Is she really singing AC/DC? WHY? No one was shook at all, let alone all night long... And why is she still singing it? And does she really only know that one line?
"Yeah YOU! Shook me allllll night long! Yeah-eh baby YOU! Shook me allllllll night long!"
Luppy turns and walks out the door.
I stop singing, step back inside my apartment, and shut the door.
Ohmygod.
My own jaw drops.
I'm quickly slapped in the face by the reality of what I just did.
There is something terribly wrong with me...
I finally, after almost 12 hours of trying, have succeeded at ruining any chances I had with the most incredible man I've ever met.
ohmygod...
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
More IMing with Mom
Mom: Katie was adorable today--a little monkey
me: a monkey??
where did you see her?
Mom: I went to the breast feeding group
me: ROFL
Mom: really
me: HOW CAN I CENSOR YOUR CHATS WHEN YOU WRITE STUFF LIKE THAT??
Mom: LOL
-later-
me: how did you end up at the breast feeding group?
Mom: I was invited!?
There were 3 other grandmas there
me: you are lactating?
Mom: not lately
me: omg - I almost spit water all over my keyboard.
Instant messaging with my mom is like my new favorite hobby. We've gone from furries to lactating all in one day.
me: a monkey??
where did you see her?
Mom: I went to the breast feeding group
me: ROFL
Mom: really
me: HOW CAN I CENSOR YOUR CHATS WHEN YOU WRITE STUFF LIKE THAT??
Mom: LOL
-later-
me: how did you end up at the breast feeding group?
Mom: I was invited!?
There were 3 other grandmas there
me: you are lactating?
Mom: not lately
me: omg - I almost spit water all over my keyboard.
Instant messaging with my mom is like my new favorite hobby. We've gone from furries to lactating all in one day.
You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story - 4
Chapter 1 - I'm Not Wearing Any Pants! Or, Drinking and Dressing
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
Chapter 4 - Snow Angeling
I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room where Luppy laying on the couch. I looked down at him for a second. He looked up at me.
Then I shrugged my shoulders and laid down on top of him, resting my head on my arms that were crossed on his chest.
"Sleeping like this isn't going to be very comfortable," I said.
And then he kissed me.
*sigh*
(We still joke about how hisonly big move of the night was laying down on the couch. Well played, sir, well played.)
I would say we stayed up all night talking and stealing the occasional smooch, but that would be a massive lie.
There was an... incident.
You see, you have to remember that by this time it was well after 3:30 a.m. and I was ... tired. Maybe a little drunk? Mostly tired! Whatever. Sometimes horrible things just happen to me.
I remember laying on the floor facing Luppy. I had already made a fool out of myself by making fun of his "highlights" - I believe I called him a city boy and asked where he got his fancy highlights done.
"From my mom?"
Yeah. Not "fancy, big city" highlights. A birthmark.
Oye.
I was trying really hard to ruin it.
Little did I know...
We had just kissed. And then it happened. I had absolutely no control over it. It was the closest I've ever come to an out of body experience. And it was the most embarrassing thing I had done that night (that says so much).
One minute I was kissing this fabulous man, but the next thing I know I'm yelling. Yes. Yelling, "BUT SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MAKE A SNOW ANGEL!"
Oh.
My.
God.
I literally woke up in the middle of yelling that. My thought process was something like this:
"But she didn't -hmmm, what's happening here? I'm so tired. What was I just dreaming about? Where am I? Wait. I'm yelling. Out loud. This isn't a dream. Stop! -Even - OMG! Stop!-Get to make - STOP IT! I SAID STOP! - a snow angel!! HOLY SHIT! WHAT HAVE I JUST DONE?!?!"
Luppy looked at me.
I immediately started rambling, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Just act like that didn't happen. Please. Just act like it didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen. Oh my god. Oh my god. Just ignore it. Just ignore it."
I think he may have asked me something, I don't know, the humiliation has blocked out parts of my memory. I do know that I attempted for a brief moment to actually explain what I was dreaming about... that it was normal/ok that I just yelled about a snow angel seconds after kissing him.
Holy guacamole. Did I really just pass out, then wake myself/the neighborhood up by yelling? About a snow angel?
I just blew it.
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
Chapter 4 - Snow Angeling
I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room where Luppy laying on the couch. I looked down at him for a second. He looked up at me.
Then I shrugged my shoulders and laid down on top of him, resting my head on my arms that were crossed on his chest.
"Sleeping like this isn't going to be very comfortable," I said.
And then he kissed me.
*sigh*
(We still joke about how his
I would say we stayed up all night talking and stealing the occasional smooch, but that would be a massive lie.
There was an... incident.
You see, you have to remember that by this time it was well after 3:30 a.m. and I was ... tired. Maybe a little drunk? Mostly tired! Whatever. Sometimes horrible things just happen to me.
I remember laying on the floor facing Luppy. I had already made a fool out of myself by making fun of his "highlights" - I believe I called him a city boy and asked where he got his fancy highlights done.
"From my mom?"
Yeah. Not "fancy, big city" highlights. A birthmark.
Oye.
I was trying really hard to ruin it.
Little did I know...
We had just kissed. And then it happened. I had absolutely no control over it. It was the closest I've ever come to an out of body experience. And it was the most embarrassing thing I had done that night (that says so much).
One minute I was kissing this fabulous man, but the next thing I know I'm yelling. Yes. Yelling, "BUT SHE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MAKE A SNOW ANGEL!"
Oh.
My.
God.
I literally woke up in the middle of yelling that. My thought process was something like this:
"But she didn't -hmmm, what's happening here? I'm so tired. What was I just dreaming about? Where am I? Wait. I'm yelling. Out loud. This isn't a dream. Stop! -Even - OMG! Stop!-Get to make - STOP IT! I SAID STOP! - a snow angel!! HOLY SHIT! WHAT HAVE I JUST DONE?!?!"
Luppy looked at me.
I immediately started rambling, "Oh my god. Oh my god. Just act like that didn't happen. Please. Just act like it didn't happen. It didn't happen. It didn't happen. Oh my god. Oh my god. Just ignore it. Just ignore it."
I think he may have asked me something, I don't know, the humiliation has blocked out parts of my memory. I do know that I attempted for a brief moment to actually explain what I was dreaming about... that it was normal/ok that I just yelled about a snow angel seconds after kissing him.
Holy guacamole. Did I really just pass out, then wake myself/the neighborhood up by yelling? About a snow angel?
I just blew it.
I looked it up
An update.
me: http://erinintherealworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/umm-i-think-you-should-google-that.html
lol
it was a great conversation, wasn't it?
Mom: hi-what are you talking about?
me: furries
lol
Mom: Oh-I looked it up--people who like cartoon animals-only one of the listings talked about sexual behavior
me: so are you going to go now?
Mom: dont think so
me: http://erinintherealworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/umm-i-think-you-should-google-that.html
lol
it was a great conversation, wasn't it?
Mom: hi-what are you talking about?
me: furries
lol
Mom: Oh-I looked it up--people who like cartoon animals-only one of the listings talked about sexual behavior
me: so are you going to go now?
Mom: dont think so
Umm, I think you should Google that...
Mom: Oh! I was going to tell Shell about this thing I saw in the paper that sounds interesting, but I haven't talked to her. Where is it... oh! Here it is (reading from KC Star), "Check out Jardine’s Wee Snuff Jazz Doll Party. Never heard of a doll party or Wee Snuff Jazz? “Well, I think a doll party is what you make it,” says artist/host Peregrine Honig. “Doll parties are an opportunity to dress up like dolls, Little Orphan Annie, Bo Peep, Raggedy Ann — people always dress up like slutty dolls on Halloween. You know it’s not Halloween if there’s not a slutty angel or devil running around.”
Me: That... sounds really weird... what is it?
Mom: I don't know! (continues reading) “Wee Snuff Jazz is three really great jazz musicians that dress up like little animals — like unicorns and little bears,” Honig explains. “And they play little, tiny child-size instruments.”
Me: Mom... (laughing) that sounds so creepy! That sounds... it sounds like... a sex thing. Like a fetish thing. Mom, that is just so strange. It reminds me of a CSI episode I saw about weird fetishes...
Mom: Really? (continues reading, again) "Wee Snuff Jazz mainman Mark Southerland’s take on what to expect: “We’re playing crushy, freaky little grooves with tiny instruments and circuit-bent toys, and we’re celebrating the moon — that’s what we’re there to do,” he says. “We want all the doll-loving people and the furries to come to Jardine’s and party with us.”
Me: .... MOM! (laughing - horrified) OMG MOM!!!! MOM... do you know what that means? MOM, do you... oh my god, Mom, you need to Google that last part - Mom, you need to Google that...
Mom: What?
Me: Mom, do you know what a furry is?
Mom: --crickets--
Me: Oh my god, this is too funny, the CSI episode I was talking about was about furries! They are people that dress up in mascot costumes or animal costumes for... they... it's a fetish thing... they have like, sex... ewwwwwwww! Mom!!!!
Mom: But this is Hearne Christopher's column!
Me: Ew! Mom! Doll-loving people! Ew, I bet that's a fetish thing too! Mom, just Google it. Just look it up. Oh my god.
Mom: Ok. (for some reason she continues reading more!) It says, "Urban camping is an ongoing performance that compresses a day into a few hours, she says. “People (will) worship the moon and sing songs made up about the moon and going to war for the moon — it’s pretty sentimental, actually. There are pitched tents and special LED lights and sculpture. And there will be five different girls performing and wearing Peggy Noland bodysuits — they’re like Lycra bodysuits in bright fantastical colors.”
Me: MOM! THAT IS SO CREEPY! This is like a total orgy weird fetish thing!
Mom: (still reading) "The bottom line: “It’s a pretty overstimulating experience, and Jardine’s is such an intimate space that you can almost do anything and it will be wacky,” Honig says. “It’ll be a little bit bohemian and a little bit ridiculous, and there’ll be some interesting music. The really great thing about Halloween is the people who think it’s uncool to dress up (are) the ones who look uncool.”
Me: MOM! The more you read the worse it sounds! Ew! The words are just creepy too! That sounds so weird!
Mom: Yeah it does.
Me: I don't think I want to go to that.
Mom: Yeah, I don't think so!
I never thought I'd have a conversation with my mom about furries. Wow. Thanks a lot Hearne.
Me: That... sounds really weird... what is it?
Mom: I don't know! (continues reading) “Wee Snuff Jazz is three really great jazz musicians that dress up like little animals — like unicorns and little bears,” Honig explains. “And they play little, tiny child-size instruments.”
Me: Mom... (laughing) that sounds so creepy! That sounds... it sounds like... a sex thing. Like a fetish thing. Mom, that is just so strange. It reminds me of a CSI episode I saw about weird fetishes...
Mom: Really? (continues reading, again) "Wee Snuff Jazz mainman Mark Southerland’s take on what to expect: “We’re playing crushy, freaky little grooves with tiny instruments and circuit-bent toys, and we’re celebrating the moon — that’s what we’re there to do,” he says. “We want all the doll-loving people and the furries to come to Jardine’s and party with us.”
Me: .... MOM! (laughing - horrified) OMG MOM!!!! MOM... do you know what that means? MOM, do you... oh my god, Mom, you need to Google that last part - Mom, you need to Google that...
Mom: What?
Me: Mom, do you know what a furry is?
Mom: --crickets--
Me: Oh my god, this is too funny, the CSI episode I was talking about was about furries! They are people that dress up in mascot costumes or animal costumes for... they... it's a fetish thing... they have like, sex... ewwwwwwww! Mom!!!!
Mom: But this is Hearne Christopher's column!
Me: Ew! Mom! Doll-loving people! Ew, I bet that's a fetish thing too! Mom, just Google it. Just look it up. Oh my god.
Mom: Ok. (for some reason she continues reading more!) It says, "Urban camping is an ongoing performance that compresses a day into a few hours, she says. “People (will) worship the moon and sing songs made up about the moon and going to war for the moon — it’s pretty sentimental, actually. There are pitched tents and special LED lights and sculpture. And there will be five different girls performing and wearing Peggy Noland bodysuits — they’re like Lycra bodysuits in bright fantastical colors.”
Me: MOM! THAT IS SO CREEPY! This is like a total orgy weird fetish thing!
Mom: (still reading) "The bottom line: “It’s a pretty overstimulating experience, and Jardine’s is such an intimate space that you can almost do anything and it will be wacky,” Honig says. “It’ll be a little bit bohemian and a little bit ridiculous, and there’ll be some interesting music. The really great thing about Halloween is the people who think it’s uncool to dress up (are) the ones who look uncool.”
Me: MOM! The more you read the worse it sounds! Ew! The words are just creepy too! That sounds so weird!
Mom: Yeah it does.
Me: I don't think I want to go to that.
Mom: Yeah, I don't think so!
I never thought I'd have a conversation with my mom about furries. Wow. Thanks a lot Hearne.
Monday, October 27, 2008
You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story - 3
Chapter 1 - I'm Not Wearing Any Pants
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
After telling Luppy I was going to marry him, and making it clear he had no say in the matter, I headed for his car.
Erin, Tab and I all piled in. I made sure to sit in the front seat next to Luppy. Not that it really matter considering that the second we hit the road I decided to climb in the back to snuggle with Tab & Erin.
Yes, I said climb.
Climb.
Over the seat.
In myshirt dress.
Oh boy.
After about a block, I climbed back over the seat.
I'm incredibly charming.
Thankfully for everyone, we had a short trip to McCoy's in Westport.
We arrived and secured a huge booth, and I proceeded to secure a huge tab. I don't think I had another drink either.
Eh. The price of love.
My friend C-Love was also at McCoy's that night, on a first or second date. I, naturally, take the opportunity to grab Luppy's hand and drag him across the bar. I introduce myself to C-Love's date/their table by, once again, announcing, "I'm not wearing any pants!!!"
I told you I was charming.
While Luppy chatted with C-Love and her date, I danced with some hipster kids.
Meanwhile, Erin and Tab were done drinking and not on the euphoric, spazzy, crush-high like I was - they went home. The night was winding down.
Luppy and I sat in the ginormous booth together.
Alone.
So I did what comes natural to me.
I reached for something and magically knocked over a completely full pint of Guinness.
I was mortified.
I don't know why this one moment, out of all the other embarrassing moments of the night, was so horrifying to me, but it was. Luppy immediately grabbed my hand as the beer flooded the table and lead me to the next booth over without saying a word.
Nothing gets to my drunk-girl heart like a man gracefully rescuing me from my own sloppiness.
We walked into an almost empty Brooksider. I spotted my friend and ran over, announcing for the 35th time that night that I wasn't wearing pants. Someone in the group misunderstood me and thought I said panties. I was shocked and pissed that he would say that to me. Seriously. I got mad at him.
Wow.
Suddenly the bartenders and bouncers start screaming (literally) that it's time to leave. I don't know why, but I always get totally freaked when they do that and immediately head to the closest exit. I looked around while heading to the front door, but couldn't find GDSean or Luppy! I was in a mad panic and convinced myself that they had left me.
I stood outside, on the verge of tears, shocked that my brother would leave me! What was I going to do now?
Then they walked outside.
You see, when they heard the bartenders yelling to leave, they ordered another beer.
Boys.
We piled back into Luppy's car and headed home.
When we pulled up to my apartment, I had a moment of panic, thinking that Luppy might not come in. But I think all it took was a, "You're coming in too, duh."
I went inside and proceeded to randomly wander around my apartment. I was nervous and excited. I really wanted to kiss this guy, but I'm absolutely horrible at pulling any moves, ever. So instead of pulling a move on him, I started playing with a huge bowl of ice. You see, they didn't have any chilled Andre at the liquor store, so I decided to fill a big bowl with salt, ice and water to quickly chill them. It really works btw. Then I stuck it in the freezer. Somehow I remembered all of this upon arrive home and decided it was urgent that I remove all the (now frozen) ice from the bowl.
I stood at the sink, still wearing my shirt and hose, minus boots, chipping away at the ice with a knife.
Sadly, it wasn't actually frozen all the way through. The force of me piercing the ice dumped most of the nearly frozen water down my front.
Oh, and Luppy was standing in the kitchen watching me.
Fail. Fail fail fail.
I ran into my bedroom and changed into some super sexy sweatpants and a long t-shirt. Hell yeah. If the no-pants look didn't work on Luppy, this certainly would!!!
Meanwhile Erin, Tab have pretty much fallen back asleep, and GDSean has settled in for the night in my bedroom.
Luppy and I were alone.
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
After telling Luppy I was going to marry him, and making it clear he had no say in the matter, I headed for his car.
Erin, Tab and I all piled in. I made sure to sit in the front seat next to Luppy. Not that it really matter considering that the second we hit the road I decided to climb in the back to snuggle with Tab & Erin.
Yes, I said climb.
Climb.
Over the seat.
In my
Oh boy.
After about a block, I climbed back over the seat.
I'm incredibly charming.
Thankfully for everyone, we had a short trip to McCoy's in Westport.
We arrived and secured a huge booth, and I proceeded to secure a huge tab. I don't think I had another drink either.
Eh. The price of love.
My friend C-Love was also at McCoy's that night, on a first or second date. I, naturally, take the opportunity to grab Luppy's hand and drag him across the bar. I introduce myself to C-Love's date/their table by, once again, announcing, "I'm not wearing any pants!!!"
I told you I was charming.
While Luppy chatted with C-Love and her date, I danced with some hipster kids.
Meanwhile, Erin and Tab were done drinking and not on the euphoric, spazzy, crush-high like I was - they went home. The night was winding down.
Luppy and I sat in the ginormous booth together.
Alone.
So I did what comes natural to me.
I reached for something and magically knocked over a completely full pint of Guinness.
I was mortified.
I don't know why this one moment, out of all the other embarrassing moments of the night, was so horrifying to me, but it was. Luppy immediately grabbed my hand as the beer flooded the table and lead me to the next booth over without saying a word.
Nothing gets to my drunk-girl heart like a man gracefully rescuing me from my own sloppiness.
Swoon.
We (GDSean and Luppy) finally decided to leave McCoy's and head to the Brooksider. At 2:00a.m. I'm sure this was my idea, with the horrible intention to dance in the BoomBoom Room with Luppy. Ugh.We walked into an almost empty Brooksider. I spotted my friend and ran over, announcing for the 35th time that night that I wasn't wearing pants. Someone in the group misunderstood me and thought I said panties. I was shocked and pissed that he would say that to me. Seriously. I got mad at him.
Wow.
Suddenly the bartenders and bouncers start screaming (literally) that it's time to leave. I don't know why, but I always get totally freaked when they do that and immediately head to the closest exit. I looked around while heading to the front door, but couldn't find GDSean or Luppy! I was in a mad panic and convinced myself that they had left me.
I stood outside, on the verge of tears, shocked that my brother would leave me! What was I going to do now?
Then they walked outside.
You see, when they heard the bartenders yelling to leave, they ordered another beer.
Boys.
We piled back into Luppy's car and headed home.
When we pulled up to my apartment, I had a moment of panic, thinking that Luppy might not come in. But I think all it took was a, "You're coming in too, duh."
I went inside and proceeded to randomly wander around my apartment. I was nervous and excited. I really wanted to kiss this guy, but I'm absolutely horrible at pulling any moves, ever. So instead of pulling a move on him, I started playing with a huge bowl of ice. You see, they didn't have any chilled Andre at the liquor store, so I decided to fill a big bowl with salt, ice and water to quickly chill them. It really works btw. Then I stuck it in the freezer. Somehow I remembered all of this upon arrive home and decided it was urgent that I remove all the (now frozen) ice from the bowl.
I stood at the sink, still wearing my shirt and hose, minus boots, chipping away at the ice with a knife.
Sadly, it wasn't actually frozen all the way through. The force of me piercing the ice dumped most of the nearly frozen water down my front.
Oh, and Luppy was standing in the kitchen watching me.
Fail. Fail fail fail.
I ran into my bedroom and changed into some super sexy sweatpants and a long t-shirt. Hell yeah. If the no-pants look didn't work on Luppy, this certainly would!!!
Meanwhile Erin, Tab have pretty much fallen back asleep, and GDSean has settled in for the night in my bedroom.
Luppy and I were alone.
Mavericky
From Mr. Perfect:
I was watching the West Wing season seven yesterday, and the Republican candidate, who was portrayed as more moderate than his party, brought in a new consultant, some Evangelical poster girl. Here's what she said about the campaign. I'm wondering when exactly this same person in real life came in and said this to McCain."Guys, you're up against the wall. You had some maverick ideas early on and they played beautifully. But now it's time to run a safe, sober campaign that speaks to the concerns of the Republican base."
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Eyelashes & Moustaches
T. Hart had the bestest idea in the entire world for her birthday celebration.
Mustaches & Eyelashes.
Brilliant.
I knew exactly what I wanted my moustache to look like. Thankfully Mom was watching the girls Friday night, so I was able to get her to assist with my moustache application. Caroline decided she wanted one too and quickly drew a precise rendering of what she wanted her 'stache to look like.
I think they turned out pretty darn well.
How could Mom resist? She couldn't.
Caro brought not only the 'stache, but also the sass. Work!
I must have got my 'stache from Dad? P.S. NOT an easy angle to do a self-portrait.
I tried on Caro's tiny 'stache.
After my 'stache was ready to go, I threw on the lashes & headed to C-Love's house before hitting the Brooksider.
Mustaches & Eyelashes.
Brilliant.
I knew exactly what I wanted my moustache to look like. Thankfully Mom was watching the girls Friday night, so I was able to get her to assist with my moustache application. Caroline decided she wanted one too and quickly drew a precise rendering of what she wanted her 'stache to look like.
I think they turned out pretty darn well.
How could Mom resist? She couldn't.
Caro brought not only the 'stache, but also the sass. Work!
I must have got my 'stache from Dad? P.S. NOT an easy angle to do a self-portrait.
I tried on Caro's tiny 'stache.
After my 'stache was ready to go, I threw on the lashes & headed to C-Love's house before hitting the Brooksider. And hell yes my lashes match my outfit!
C-Love had the best lashes by far - they had feathers on them. Hottness.
T. Hart's bro represented with the only legit 'stache.
For T's birthday, I got her flashlights (to stay safe in the boom boom room), a pumpkin lite bright kit (amazing!) and this...
C-Love had the best lashes by far - they had feathers on them. Hottness.
T. Hart's bro represented with the only legit 'stache.
For T's birthday, I got her flashlights (to stay safe in the boom boom room), a pumpkin lite bright kit (amazing!) and this...
What can I say? The packaging said "Great for Parties!" and I'm a sucker for marketing.
SCALPEL!
Your heart is in my hands. A Heart for Hart. So many horrible puns.
Dr. C-Love gets to work.
Yeah. So. The heart was impossible to dissect. So I wore it. Hi photobomber!
Ummm... So I probably shouldn't post these pictures without permission, but they're hysterical. And horrible. And horribly hysterical.
Dr. C-Love gets to work.
Yeah. So. The heart was impossible to dissect. So I wore it. Hi photobomber!
Ummm... So I probably shouldn't post these pictures without permission, but they're hysterical. And horrible. And horribly hysterical.
You see, among the other bizarre things I had in my purse was a stocking that I got at US Toy while trying on wigs. AKA the worst wig cap ever.
And why wouldn't you try it on in a bar? 
Sorry T, I couldn't resist... oh, and your lashes look amazing!
Oh Al... I tried to help you out. You were a horrible student. 
Meanwhile, T met, fell in love with, got engaged to, married and divorced to this guy - all within a matter of like 2 hours. It was incredible. P.S. How beautiful is the birthday girl?
I think this was me trying to say, "Stop. Don't drink anymore. You don't need to. And you don't need to try to pull insane moves downstairs. Stop."
And why wouldn't you try it on in a bar? (these are my people - seriously, I Heart the Harts)
Birthday girl had to get in on the action.
Sorry T, I couldn't resist... oh, and your lashes look amazing!
So I was going to post a picture of my friend Al inappropriately groping C-Love, but... ugh, I felt dirty just looking at it. Instead I'll post the picture I took of myself immediately after he groped.
Oh Al... I tried to help you out. You were a horrible student. Al walked up to C-love and I and used this as a pick-up line, "What planet are you ladies from?"
AL! FAIL! PICKUP LINE FAIL!
I grabbed Al by the shoulders and turned him so he was facing away from us. I told him he one minute to workshop that line. He kept wasting his time by trying to talk to us, and I warned him, "AL, You just burnt through 15 seconds!" But it didn't matter. At the end of the minute he had nothing. We gave him some suggestions (like introducing yourself, offering to buy a drink, etc), and told him to file "what planet are you from" away.
Meanwhile, T met, fell in love with, got engaged to, married and divorced to this guy - all within a matter of like 2 hours. It was incredible. P.S. How beautiful is the birthday girl?
I think this was me trying to say, "Stop. Don't drink anymore. You don't need to. And you don't need to try to pull insane moves downstairs. Stop."I wish I would have listened. Dang it.
Happy Birthday T. Hart! Thanks for including me in the fun. I'm stealing your moustache and eyelash idea for future parties and giving you no credit. Kthnxbai!
Happy Birthday T. Hart! Thanks for including me in the fun. I'm stealing your moustache and eyelash idea for future parties and giving you no credit. Kthnxbai!
Radio Golf - after the show
So Shell and I left the play at intermission. Our seats were perfect.
Unfortunately it was so damn cold in the theater I couldn't pay attention, even with the awesome seats.
The actors were amazing though, very captivating. Too bad I wasn't as moved by the story. Shell and I were talking afterwards - we couldn't figure out if it was just moving to slowly or what the problem was.
I don't know... I will say again that the actors were incredible, and there were some funny moments, but... it just didn't strike a chord with me.
You should check it out, might resonate more. I may have been to distracted by the cold and the volume of Shell's rumbling stomach. (hilarious)
Radio Golf
Getting ready to go see Radio Golf at the Spencer Theater on UMKC's campus. Review to follow...
Perspective
When I was young, I asked mom if the world was going to end. She told me, "Stephen, the world ends for a lot of people every day." - My uncle
Friday, October 24, 2008
You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story - 2
Chapter 1 - I'm Not Wearing Any Pants! Or, Drinking and Dressing
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
After loudly announcing the fact that pants were absent from my person, I heard GDSean's distinct laugh coming from the kitchen.
Tab, Erin and I walked in and found GDSean, Lorraine, Nick, and some guy I'd never seen before. Or had I seen him before? OMG, have I totally met this guy before and I don't remember him? I'm such a jerk. Probably. Dang it! He's staring at me! Is it because I'm not saying hi to him?? All of GDSean's friends have such stupid freaking nicknames, even if I have met him I'm not going to remember his name! Just like Luppy. GDSean is always talking about Luppy. Where the hell is he? I thought I was supposed to meet him tonight. And what kind of freaking name is Luppy? What does that mean? What do I do?? OMG! Aghhhh! Ok, I'm just going to wait a second, surely GDSean will introduce everyone, right???
**crickets**
Ok, so that did. not. work. at. all.
Thank you GDSean...
Ok, forget it, I'm just going to introduce the girls to everyone minus this character with the long hair leaning against the counter. Surely someone will chime in when I skip him. Who IS this guy? I keep looking at him (while discussing the lack of pants/length of my dress) and he's looking at me. He's cute. He looks so... at ease. So confident. I like it. Hmmm...
Ok, ok, on to introductions - Tab, Erin, this is Nick, Lorraine, you already know GDSean...
--waiting for someone to chime in with "and this is _________."
**crickets**
I am feeling predictably and painfully awkward. I've basically ignored the existence of this guy and no one is acknowledging him! I HATE GDSEAN RIGHT NOW! IT'S SO AWKWARD!
I will fix this awkwardness!
"Where's Luppy?"
Nick, GDSean, Lorraine, and mystery man all burst into laughter.
"What?? I thought you said he was going to be here tonight? I thought that's why we came over here?"
Suddenly, the mystery man takes a step in my direction, holds out his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Andrew. I'm Luppy."
Shit. I'm an idiot and he is hot. Crap.
I quickly started pushing everyone out the door to go to the bar. Time to go. Time to go now. Time to go now now now! Perhaps we can outrun my awkwardness!
Tab, Erin and I head towards the door. In the darkened living room, I tell them game over. Andrew/Luppy/Mr. Perfect is mine. Done.
We get outside and it is freeeeezing! Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact I was wearing a shirt and only a shirt. Maybe I shouldn't have convinced myself that a drinking coat was all I needed.
(What? You don't know what a drinking coat is? Well, in this case it was a bottle of champagne and some beers. Really, the make-up of the coat depends on the night. )
Mr. Perfect is the first from the kitchen group to make it outside.
He saw me shivering (and practically naked) and gave me his coat.
I turned to him, looked up, and said, "Just so you know, I'm marrying you. Done!"
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
After loudly announcing the fact that pants were absent from my person, I heard GDSean's distinct laugh coming from the kitchen.
Tab, Erin and I walked in and found GDSean, Lorraine, Nick, and some guy I'd never seen before. Or had I seen him before? OMG, have I totally met this guy before and I don't remember him? I'm such a jerk. Probably. Dang it! He's staring at me! Is it because I'm not saying hi to him?? All of GDSean's friends have such stupid freaking nicknames, even if I have met him I'm not going to remember his name! Just like Luppy. GDSean is always talking about Luppy. Where the hell is he? I thought I was supposed to meet him tonight. And what kind of freaking name is Luppy? What does that mean? What do I do?? OMG! Aghhhh! Ok, I'm just going to wait a second, surely GDSean will introduce everyone, right???
**crickets**
Ok, so that did. not. work. at. all.
Thank you GDSean...
Ok, forget it, I'm just going to introduce the girls to everyone minus this character with the long hair leaning against the counter. Surely someone will chime in when I skip him. Who IS this guy? I keep looking at him (while discussing the lack of pants/length of my dress) and he's looking at me. He's cute. He looks so... at ease. So confident. I like it. Hmmm...
Ok, ok, on to introductions - Tab, Erin, this is Nick, Lorraine, you already know GDSean...
--waiting for someone to chime in with "and this is _________."
**crickets**
I am feeling predictably and painfully awkward. I've basically ignored the existence of this guy and no one is acknowledging him! I HATE GDSEAN RIGHT NOW! IT'S SO AWKWARD!
I will fix this awkwardness!
"Where's Luppy?"
Nick, GDSean, Lorraine, and mystery man all burst into laughter.
"What?? I thought you said he was going to be here tonight? I thought that's why we came over here?"
Suddenly, the mystery man takes a step in my direction, holds out his hand and says, "Hi, I'm Andrew. I'm Luppy."
Shit. I'm an idiot and he is hot. Crap.
I quickly started pushing everyone out the door to go to the bar. Time to go. Time to go now. Time to go now now now! Perhaps we can outrun my awkwardness!
Tab, Erin and I head towards the door. In the darkened living room, I tell them game over. Andrew/Luppy/Mr. Perfect is mine. Done.
We get outside and it is freeeeezing! Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact I was wearing a shirt and only a shirt. Maybe I shouldn't have convinced myself that a drinking coat was all I needed.
(What? You don't know what a drinking coat is? Well, in this case it was a bottle of champagne and some beers. Really, the make-up of the coat depends on the night. )
Mr. Perfect is the first from the kitchen group to make it outside.
He saw me shivering (and practically naked) and gave me his coat.
I turned to him, looked up, and said, "Just so you know, I'm marrying you. Done!"
We could build a ridiculous mass transit system to nowhere. OR WE COULD FIX THE SEWERS
Ok, so I don't know if light rail is the answer to KC's mass transit issue. I'm leaning pretty hard that it's not the right fit for KC.
But that's not really why I'm voting no on the light rail tax issue.
I'm voting no because this is some shady biz. There's no real plan, there's a ton of issues, and I'm skeeved out when issues like this are rushed onto a ballot. Oh, and I'm sick of streets always being closed because another goddamn water main has broken. I'm sure my neighbors (who have houses, unlike me) are also fed up with their basements flooding all the time.
Anywho, this video is great - it not only raises some excellent questions, but it reminds me of my beloved PopUp Video and features a song that is ridiculously annoying. I think the most annoying part is how much I actually like the song. Don't tell anyone.
Thanks!
So last night T. Hart told me I didn't have an RSS feed on here. Whoops.
Thanks for letting me know T. - it's on the left now!
Stalk away.
Thanks for letting me know T. - it's on the left now!
Stalk away.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story
Chapter One: "I'm not wearing any pants!" Or, Drinking and Dressing
Friday night, December 28, 2007
I'm silly with excitement. Christmas is over, but I still have New Year's and days off of work to look forward to. Two of my besties/roomies from college, Tab and Erin, are coming into town for a GNO. I'm single, and quite honestly the happiest I have been in my life.
I went shopping and picked out some fabulous new... tunics. I wasn't quite sure if they were shirts or dresses, so I did a fashion show for Erin & GDSean, who was in town for the holidays. We played a little game called Is it a Dress or a Shirt? and I lost. Repeatedly. All tunics were declared shirts save one mumu.
Tab arrived on the scene and the party got star-ted. Tab, Erin & I like to drink champagne when we get together and usually while we are getting ready to go out. That night I had bought a bottle of champagne for each of us and a sixer of Boulevard Wheat.
I don't really remember eating that night... Maybe we did, maybe we didn't. Might explain a lot. I do know, however, that we polished of the Andre (cheap champagne of choice) and I moved right along to the beer.
Game on!
I should probably note here that note only was I wearing a garment of questionable length, but I was also abandoning fashion norms by wearing opaque hose, not tights.
There is a very big difference between hose and tights. I like to refer to tights as sweaters for my legs - usually they are thick and knit. Hose, well, hose are never totally opaque (see above) and don't offer as much coverage. I generally feel like a nice pair of leg sweaters equates an additional 2-3 inches on my hemline.
Tights are half-way to pants.
Hose are not.
After my drunk dressing was complete, the girls and I caught a ride to meet up with GDSean at his friend's house before heading out for the night. Somewhere between my bedroom mirror and walking into the house, I realized I wasn't wearing a dress.
And I certainly wasn't wearing pants.
Being my normal shy self, I walked into the house, headed for the kitchen where the boys were, and yelled, "SEEEEANNN!!! I'M NOT WEARING PANTS!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!"
I didn't know that around the corner, Mr. Perfect was waiting...
To be continued...
Friday night, December 28, 2007
I'm silly with excitement. Christmas is over, but I still have New Year's and days off of work to look forward to. Two of my besties/roomies from college, Tab and Erin, are coming into town for a GNO. I'm single, and quite honestly the happiest I have been in my life.
I went shopping and picked out some fabulous new... tunics. I wasn't quite sure if they were shirts or dresses, so I did a fashion show for Erin & GDSean, who was in town for the holidays. We played a little game called Is it a Dress or a Shirt? and I lost. Repeatedly. All tunics were declared shirts save one mumu.
Tab arrived on the scene and the party got star-ted. Tab, Erin & I like to drink champagne when we get together and usually while we are getting ready to go out. That night I had bought a bottle of champagne for each of us and a sixer of Boulevard Wheat.
I don't really remember eating that night... Maybe we did, maybe we didn't. Might explain a lot. I do know, however, that we polished of the Andre (cheap champagne of choice) and I moved right along to the beer.
By 8:51p.m. I was already drunk-blogging a warning to the KC Metro area.
Getting dressed for a GNO is always quite the affair. We swap clothes and try on at least 4 or 5 outfits before finally settling on the perfect one. This night was no exception. I tried on some dresses, but knew that I wanted to wear one of my new shirts dresses. (Insert warning about drinking and dressing here)
While Erin was adamant that this was, in fact, not a dress. Thankfully, neither Tab or I had left any judgement we had behind, along with the popping of a plastic cork. Tab assured me that the shirt dress was totally fine and that I should do it!
I should probably note here that note only was I wearing a garment of questionable length, but I was also abandoning fashion norms by wearing opaque hose, not tights.
There is a very big difference between hose and tights. I like to refer to tights as sweaters for my legs - usually they are thick and knit. Hose, well, hose are never totally opaque (see above) and don't offer as much coverage. I generally feel like a nice pair of leg sweaters equates an additional 2-3 inches on my hemline.
Tights are half-way to pants.
Hose are not.
After my drunk dressing was complete, the girls and I caught a ride to meet up with GDSean at his friend's house before heading out for the night. Somewhere between my bedroom mirror and walking into the house, I realized I wasn't wearing a dress.
And I certainly wasn't wearing pants.
Being my normal shy self, I walked into the house, headed for the kitchen where the boys were, and yelled, "SEEEEANNN!!! I'M NOT WEARING PANTS!!! WOOOHOOO!!!!"
I didn't know that around the corner, Mr. Perfect was waiting...
To be continued...
The Truth
I've decided it's about stinking time to tell the story of how Mr. Perfect & I met. I know you've been laying awake at night for months now, wondering where this guy came from.
Well, it's quite the story.
It's embarrassing.
It's ridiculous.
It's amazing he ever liked me.
And it's totally us.
So, over the next weeks or however long it takes me to spew out all the awkward details, I'll be sharing "You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story."
Well, it's quite the story.
It's embarrassing.
It's ridiculous.
It's amazing he ever liked me.
And it's totally us.
So, over the next weeks or however long it takes me to spew out all the awkward details, I'll be sharing "You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story."
Just singing
Shell & Pat are going to see Of Montreal this weekend. Jealous. I have to wait for November in Lawrence.
Until then... one of my fav OM songs.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Well, put it that way and now I want them!
Some girl in Lenexa is trying to get rid of "ridiculously ugly and uncomfortable" pillows on craigslist for $1. OBO.
Thanks T for the link.
Thanks T for the link.
Erin in the corporate world
Cupcake Love
I just found CakeSpy. It's my new favorite blog. Especially this awesome cartoon (tried to snag it, but it was too small to read, follow the link!).
I also love the heartfelt letter from the Mellowcreme Pumpkin regarding a popularity contest with Candy Corn. Loves it.
I also love the heartfelt letter from the Mellowcreme Pumpkin regarding a popularity contest with Candy Corn. Loves it.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
The economy hurts sluts too!
A heartwarming tale about how the economy is hurting everyone, why you shouldn't approach friends at the pharmacy, and how to be awkward.
Lovesit.
Thanks T. Hart!
Lovesit.
Thanks T. Hart!
Monday, October 20, 2008
Brilliant
Did you know KC Rep season ticket holders get a $10 per play babysitter rebate?
Is that standard other places? I've never heard of it before, and I think it's a pretty awesome idea.
I wonder if I can get rebates for GDSeansitting...
Is that standard other places? I've never heard of it before, and I think it's a pretty awesome idea.
I wonder if I can get rebates for GDSeansitting...
Warning!
After reading on Georgia's blog, I felt like I should warn her about what she's getting herself into, but she summed it up so well on her own:
Someone whom I've fallen for is coming to stay with me at the end of this week. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm scared it'll be that much worse when he leaves, almost as if he'll be showing me what I'm missing, before taking it away again.
But Georgia, somehow, it's all worth it.
Someone whom I've fallen for is coming to stay with me at the end of this week. I'm looking forward to it, but I'm scared it'll be that much worse when he leaves, almost as if he'll be showing me what I'm missing, before taking it away again.
But Georgia, somehow, it's all worth it.
KSU Pride
My coworker and I just did the Wabash Cannonball.
In her cube.
Sharing ear buds.
She was sitting.
I was standing.
No one was watching.
We just did it out of school pride.
And awesomeness.
It didn't really work with the shared ear buds...
But, it was still good.
Who doesn't love the Wabash!?!? So much better than Boomer Sooner, Rock Chalk Chicken Hawk, etc. (seriously, have you looked at the lyrics for Boomer Sooner? wow..)
In her cube.
Sharing ear buds.
She was sitting.
I was standing.
No one was watching.
We just did it out of school pride.
And awesomeness.
It didn't really work with the shared ear buds...
But, it was still good.
Who doesn't love the Wabash!?!? So much better than Boomer Sooner, Rock Chalk Chicken Hawk, etc. (seriously, have you looked at the lyrics for Boomer Sooner? wow..)
E-mail of the day
On Mon, Oct 20, 2008 at 12:58 PM, Mark <@gmail.com> wrote:
NOOOO!!!!! God, no!!!! It was my favorite "malternative!" Whyyyyyyy?!?!?!?!
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/business/AP-MillerCoors-Zima.html
And I didn't think Mondays could get any worse
:(
Aww, poor Marky/inexperienced drinkers.
A moment of silence for Zima, the first alcohol my girlfriends and I drank in high school.
NOOOO!!!!! God, no!!!! It was my favorite "malternative!" Whyyyyyyy?!?!?!?!
http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/business/AP-MillerCoors-Zima.html
And I didn't think Mondays could get any worse
:(
Aww, poor Marky/inexperienced drinkers.
A moment of silence for Zima, the first alcohol my girlfriends and I drank in high school.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Newsflash
I'm terrible at dating long distance.
I'm mopey and whiny and sad and blah.
I'm jealous of my friends who get to see their significant others.
I'm jealous of people that get to spend time with Mr. Perfect.
I obsessively search for flights.
I stalk.
Long distance is not my thing.
I'm mopey and whiny and sad and blah.
I'm jealous of my friends who get to see their significant others.
I'm jealous of people that get to spend time with Mr. Perfect.
I obsessively search for flights.
I stalk.
Long distance is not my thing.
I ... don't want you to do that... ever.
Last night I went to 810 Zone on the Plaza with T. Hart to watch Mizzou play. Well, I went to people watch and play skee ball, but same diff.
Anywho, I noticed a group of K-Staters cheering at the far side of the bar, so I headed over and noticed they had a TV on the KSU game. I decided to stand over there and watch the last few minutes of the game near their group.
One of the women in the group, who about an hour ago made a fool out of herself and everyone else in her group by whistling extremely loudly at the men to follow her to a table, started talking to me. And petting my hair, telling me there is no way that it is my real color (I haven't colored it in months, at least the top 1/4 of my head is all natural) - she even started lifting up my hair and pushing my head down to examine my roots. Yeah. The she scratched her nasty fake nail across the top of the powercat on my t-shirt.
I started talking to one of the men in her group, he was telling me how wasted she was. Like I hadn't quite picked up on that yet.
Then, naturally, she grabbed one of my boobs then the other.
Yeah. Umm, I don't believe I invited you to do that.
The guy and I look at each other in awkward embarrassed silence.
THEN SHE REACHED OUT TO DO IT AGAIN!
I seriously had to back away from her, and she still lunged and got one boob!
When I stared her down, she said, "Oh, it's ok, I just like to fuck with people."
Like that makes it ok...
At that point, T. Hart had seen from across the room that there was some real oddness going on, so she headed over with a camera, bless her.
And the pose that my lady friend chose? Classy.
I'd like the record to show I'm not actually touching her. Ew.
Anywho, I noticed a group of K-Staters cheering at the far side of the bar, so I headed over and noticed they had a TV on the KSU game. I decided to stand over there and watch the last few minutes of the game near their group.
One of the women in the group, who about an hour ago made a fool out of herself and everyone else in her group by whistling extremely loudly at the men to follow her to a table, started talking to me. And petting my hair, telling me there is no way that it is my real color (I haven't colored it in months, at least the top 1/4 of my head is all natural) - she even started lifting up my hair and pushing my head down to examine my roots. Yeah. The she scratched her nasty fake nail across the top of the powercat on my t-shirt.
I started talking to one of the men in her group, he was telling me how wasted she was. Like I hadn't quite picked up on that yet.
Then, naturally, she grabbed one of my boobs then the other.
Yeah. Umm, I don't believe I invited you to do that.
The guy and I look at each other in awkward embarrassed silence.
THEN SHE REACHED OUT TO DO IT AGAIN!
I seriously had to back away from her, and she still lunged and got one boob!
When I stared her down, she said, "Oh, it's ok, I just like to fuck with people."
Like that makes it ok...
At that point, T. Hart had seen from across the room that there was some real oddness going on, so she headed over with a camera, bless her.
And the pose that my lady friend chose? Classy.
I'd like the record to show I'm not actually touching her. Ew.
Meet the Press
Colin Powell is summing up my thoughts on Obama/McCain really well. Very thoughtful. Concise.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
True or False
I am wearing stirrup pants.
Hell yes that's true!
Headed to 810 Zone on the Plaza. See you stalkers there!
Hell yes that's true!
Headed to 810 Zone on the Plaza. See you stalkers there!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Goodwill
I love the DCGFB.
What? You don't know what the DCGFB is? Welllll my friend, you're missing out.
The DC Goodwill Fashion Blog is a fashion blog written by the DC Goodwill Fashionista. She posts fun Goodwill fashion finds and advice on shopping/fashion. One of the best parts is that all the items she puts on the blog are also for sale on Goodwill's Ebay store.
Anywho, I was particularly moved by an extremely brave post she wrote recently on how personal the mission of Goodwill is for her. Check it out.
What? You don't know what the DCGFB is? Welllll my friend, you're missing out.
The DC Goodwill Fashion Blog is a fashion blog written by the DC Goodwill Fashionista. She posts fun Goodwill fashion finds and advice on shopping/fashion. One of the best parts is that all the items she puts on the blog are also for sale on Goodwill's Ebay store.
Anywho, I was particularly moved by an extremely brave post she wrote recently on how personal the mission of Goodwill is for her. Check it out.
Politicking
I saw this guy debate Roberts the other day. 
I am inspired.
Not only by his views and passion, but also by his opponent.
Pat Roberts was rude and flippant during the debate. Not really something I look for in a person who will represent me. I encourage you to do a little research, see what Roberts has been up to. Learn a bit about how Boeing lost a major contract to AirBus after Roberts failed to support Buy American provisions - and how Roberts son just happened to be a lobbyist for AirBus. I don't really think that qualifies as always working for Kansas. The shadiness continues when you learn about his work on the Senate intelligence committee - work that got us into the war in Iraq.
I'm going to be out politicking this weekend. You can see me at the Turner Days Parade tomorrow.
I am inspired.Not only by his views and passion, but also by his opponent.
Pat Roberts was rude and flippant during the debate. Not really something I look for in a person who will represent me. I encourage you to do a little research, see what Roberts has been up to. Learn a bit about how Boeing lost a major contract to AirBus after Roberts failed to support Buy American provisions - and how Roberts son just happened to be a lobbyist for AirBus. I don't really think that qualifies as always working for Kansas. The shadiness continues when you learn about his work on the Senate intelligence committee - work that got us into the war in Iraq.
I'm going to be out politicking this weekend. You can see me at the Turner Days Parade tomorrow.
We need more change than just in the White House.
I wish I could vote in Kansas and Missouri this election.
Ambushed
I'm feeling very emotional right now.
I was just totally ambushed.
By a dentist.
You see, I went to the dentist a few weeks back and found out I had (my first) cavities. Then I found out it was going to be something like $700. So I started looking for another dentist that is part of my dental plan. I found one and made an appointment for today.
An appointment I thought would consist of reviewing my x-rays and scheduling a filling appointment.
Instead, he told me they were filling one right there, on the spot.
I told him I wasn't ready.
He told me they were.
My eyes filled with tears.
The hygienist gave me water.
I fucking hate going to the dentist.
He gave me some massive shot to numb the area - and kept saying how much it sucked to give me that type of shot of my first visit to him. Wow. How comforting.
He quickly filled the cavity.
It was horrible/ok.
Half of my mouth, including half of my lips and half of my tongue, are numb.
I was confused, couldn't figure out what was in my mouth between my teeth.
It was my cheek.
Numbed.
It's not easy to put lip gloss on numb lips.
I feel exhausted now.
I was just totally ambushed.
By a dentist.
You see, I went to the dentist a few weeks back and found out I had (my first) cavities. Then I found out it was going to be something like $700. So I started looking for another dentist that is part of my dental plan. I found one and made an appointment for today.
An appointment I thought would consist of reviewing my x-rays and scheduling a filling appointment.
Instead, he told me they were filling one right there, on the spot.
I told him I wasn't ready.
He told me they were.
My eyes filled with tears.
The hygienist gave me water.
I fucking hate going to the dentist.
He gave me some massive shot to numb the area - and kept saying how much it sucked to give me that type of shot of my first visit to him. Wow. How comforting.
He quickly filled the cavity.
It was horrible/ok.
Half of my mouth, including half of my lips and half of my tongue, are numb.
I was confused, couldn't figure out what was in my mouth between my teeth.
It was my cheek.
Numbed.
It's not easy to put lip gloss on numb lips.
I feel exhausted now.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Where'd Alaska Go?
Palin as President is kinda the best website ever. Click on everything in the room - try them a few times, especially the door.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
AMELIAAAA Pearl
New bizabies, like little Amelia Pearl, are amazing things.
New bizabies that just happen to be born to your BFF from high school are doubly amazing.
Heather and Amelia Pearl, both looking beautiful, just a few days after she was born.
Love it.
New bizabies that just happen to be born to your BFF from high school are doubly amazing.
Heather and Amelia Pearl, both looking beautiful, just a few days after she was born.
Love it.
The Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria
Last night Hurricane and I held our third annual Christopher Columbus Day Party!
As usual, we talked about it for about a month leading up to the big day, but didn't make any actual plans or invite anyone over until about 3p.m. yesterday.
That's how we roll on CCD.
Anywho, I was rushing around like mad after work, trying to cook some chicken to make King Ranch Chicken, which has been renamed King Ferdinand Chicken (duh, Spain bitches - and yeah yeah yeah so Isabel was Queen, we needed a king name).
So I had a pot of water boiling that I was try to get a massive block of frozen chicken to fit into - yeah, not a pretty site. I, awesomely enough, was able to drop the block of chicken so that boiling water splashed all over my hand. Incredible. If it wasn't for the frozen chicken dropping the water temperature, I'm pretty sure my skin would have been peeling off.
Ew.
So I decided to bail on cooking the chicken and get a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store instead. So I headed off to Price Chopper in Brookside. They were out of rotisserie chickens. Damn it.
I went ahead and got the rest of my ingredients there, then ran into Brookside Market to get a chicken.
I called Hurricane on the way:
Me: Melinda... I know I'm late, but I had an accident. I splashed boiling water all over my hand and -
Melinda: I know, your sister told me!
Me: - I'm in the emergency room.
Melinda: No you're not.
Me: I know, Shell really ruined that joke for me.
Melinda: Erin, I would never believe that you would go to the emergency room on Columbus Day anyway!
True.
So I walk in and start furious unpacking my groceries when suddenly Hurricane...
spotted a white dude!
They greeted each other. That white guy was kinda awkward/formal.
And then I was like, hey! I'm an Indian too! See, I'm wearing moccasins,
and I have a feather in my hair!
And then the white guy was like, why are you so happy? You shouldn't be. Here, have small pox! Moohahahahaha!
Then everyone was like, wow, Indiana Erin, why is your ass showing? And how many grocery stores did you go to in this outfit? And you thought people were just looking at you because you weren't wearing a jacket in the rain? And... are you wearing underwear!?!?
And I was all, yeah, I may have two abso-fucking-lutely huge rips in my skirt right on my ass cheek and it doesn't matter that I'm wearing underwear because it's a thong and apparently all the people standing in the huge line at Price Chopper had some entertainment tonight, but at least I'm not this guy:
I mean. Seriously. He has a petticoat around his neck.
Douche.
Umm, can we move on from my cheeks?
Hey! T-Hart!!!
HI!
T-Hart wore the most awesome little fall hat.
So sassy when worn to the side!!
We had a very fabulous meal, of which I have no pictures. It was too tasty. I ate it up, in all of its yellowy goodness. Yeah, it was a mostly yellow meal - corn, rolls, mac & cheese, King Ferdinand Chicken.
While I debated if we should pray to Indian gods or white gods, and Shell continually suggested the Great White Buffalo, Hurricane's BF told us that, "it's now time to share what you've discovered over the past year, especially if it was something that was already discovered by others."
At that point I realized that he was, in fact, Christopher Columbusing the party! He hadn't been to one before, yet he was telling us what we were to do as part of the party and really claming it as his own. The rest of the dinner conversation pretty much consisted of us Christopher Columbusing things. I Christopher Columbused a donut or two.* "I JUST FOUND A DONUT! I CLAIM THIS FOR MY BELLY!"
I think GDSean Christopher Columbused Mom's car in prep for CCD.
After dinner, I did a traditional Spanish Flamenco dance to celebrate both the dinner and the last time I will wear this massive skirt that got a hole in the one place on the entire 25 yards worth of skirt that you could actually see/it matter.
As usual, we talked about it for about a month leading up to the big day, but didn't make any actual plans or invite anyone over until about 3p.m. yesterday.
That's how we roll on CCD.
Anywho, I was rushing around like mad after work, trying to cook some chicken to make King Ranch Chicken, which has been renamed King Ferdinand Chicken (duh, Spain bitches - and yeah yeah yeah so Isabel was Queen, we needed a king name).
So I had a pot of water boiling that I was try to get a massive block of frozen chicken to fit into - yeah, not a pretty site. I, awesomely enough, was able to drop the block of chicken so that boiling water splashed all over my hand. Incredible. If it wasn't for the frozen chicken dropping the water temperature, I'm pretty sure my skin would have been peeling off.
Ew.
So I decided to bail on cooking the chicken and get a rotisserie chicken from the grocery store instead. So I headed off to Price Chopper in Brookside. They were out of rotisserie chickens. Damn it.
I went ahead and got the rest of my ingredients there, then ran into Brookside Market to get a chicken.
I called Hurricane on the way:
Me: Melinda... I know I'm late, but I had an accident. I splashed boiling water all over my hand and -
Melinda: I know, your sister told me!
Me: - I'm in the emergency room.
Melinda: No you're not.
Me: I know, Shell really ruined that joke for me.
Melinda: Erin, I would never believe that you would go to the emergency room on Columbus Day anyway!
True.
So I walk in and start furious unpacking my groceries when suddenly Hurricane...
spotted a white dude!
They greeted each other. That white guy was kinda awkward/formal.
And then I was like, hey! I'm an Indian too! See, I'm wearing moccasins,
and I have a feather in my hair!
And then the white guy was like, why are you so happy? You shouldn't be. Here, have small pox! Moohahahahaha!
Then everyone was like, wow, Indiana Erin, why is your ass showing? And how many grocery stores did you go to in this outfit? And you thought people were just looking at you because you weren't wearing a jacket in the rain? And... are you wearing underwear!?!?
And I was all, yeah, I may have two abso-fucking-lutely huge rips in my skirt right on my ass cheek and it doesn't matter that I'm wearing underwear because it's a thong and apparently all the people standing in the huge line at Price Chopper had some entertainment tonight, but at least I'm not this guy:I mean. Seriously. He has a petticoat around his neck.Douche.
Umm, can we move on from my cheeks?
Hey! T-Hart!!!
HI!
T-Hart cut chunks out of donuts to make them into C's.
Love. It.
They looked even better when 1/4 of them were eaten. C's squared.
T-Hart wore the most awesome little fall hat.
So sassy when worn to the side!!
We had a very fabulous meal, of which I have no pictures. It was too tasty. I ate it up, in all of its yellowy goodness. Yeah, it was a mostly yellow meal - corn, rolls, mac & cheese, King Ferdinand Chicken.While I debated if we should pray to Indian gods or white gods, and Shell continually suggested the Great White Buffalo, Hurricane's BF told us that, "it's now time to share what you've discovered over the past year, especially if it was something that was already discovered by others."
At that point I realized that he was, in fact, Christopher Columbusing the party! He hadn't been to one before, yet he was telling us what we were to do as part of the party and really claming it as his own. The rest of the dinner conversation pretty much consisted of us Christopher Columbusing things. I Christopher Columbused a donut or two.* "I JUST FOUND A DONUT! I CLAIM THIS FOR MY BELLY!"
I think GDSean Christopher Columbused Mom's car in prep for CCD.
After dinner, I did a traditional Spanish Flamenco dance to celebrate both the dinner and the last time I will wear this massive skirt that got a hole in the one place on the entire 25 yards worth of skirt that you could actually see/it matter.
Oh, and I did the dance right after banging my camera on the table. It was still recovering.
Hey, look! I almost got a good photo of Shell! She's so cute. I wish she could keep her eyes open for a photo. So sad.
You know, each year, CCD just gets better and better.
*Actually I didn't CC a donut, I just ate them, but I couldn't remember what really was claimed last night and figured you might want an example so you can better discover/claim things on your own.
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