Thursday, April 22, 2010

A LIttle Help From My Friends

I've been sick this week. Trivia last weekend must have gotten to me. On Tuesday, I thought I was just still tired and spring allergies were acting up. By Wednesday, I was kind of miserable.

I tried to go to work this morning. Steph and I were supposed to teach a class all day today together. I didn't want to leave her hanging.

J-boy texted me and asked how I was feeling this morning. I told him I felt like suck.

Two minutes later I got a phone call from the Saint.

It went a lot like this:

Saint: You need to go home.
Me: I'm okay...
Saint: You sound terrible. Go home.
Me: I'm not planning on staying all day...
Saint: I can be there in 15 minutes to drive for Steph.
Me: Actually, I was planning to teach my part this morning...
Saint: Do you hate yourself? Go home. I'll be there in 15 minutes.
Me: Ok, mom.

There is no arguing with the Saint. She orders you home, you go home.

The Saint helped out with the class in the morning and J-boy helped in the afternoon. It's nice that there are people I can count on to pick up the slack so I can stay home and be miserable in peace.

Writing this blog was taxing. I'm going to go lay down now.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


I never thought I was one of those people who were affected by the seasons. In fact, I thought that people who claimed that they were affected were full of shit.

Then, the sun came out. I have spent time outdoors whenever possible since the weather started getting nice. I can't get enough of the sunshine on my skin.
On days when I spend time outside, I'm unreasonably happy.
I thought I was going crazy happy.

I'm pretty sure it's due to the weather.
Who knew?

I stand corrected.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Have you tried Special K's Fruit Crisps?
They are fantastic. They are the closest you are going to get to a Pop-Tart for 100 calories.

Hmmmm... remember Pop-Tarts? No, not really. Sigh.

I keep pimping the Fruit Crisps to everybody I know, cause when you don't get junk food, even junk food adjacent is a happy, delicious thing.

But, seriously, they're really pretty good.

You. Are. Welcome.

Monday, March 29, 2010


So, about a month ago I got a Facebook friend request from Dude. I didn't really know who he was, but he lives close to me and he works at the car dealership where I get my oil changed. I thought maybe he was the guy I talk to up there, so I accepted the friend request. I thought, why not?

Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Why not, she thought naively. Bah!
Dude Facebook chats me now. He's sent me his cell number at least six times so that I can "text him."

Did I forget to mention that Dude is married with a two year old son!!!
You know how I know this? It says so on his Facebook profile.

Why would I text a married man? What would we text about?
Even if I didn't get a Tiger Woods/Jesse James vibe from this guy, it would be weird.

Here's the problem:
He works at the place where I get my oil changed. What the hell am I supposed to do about that? I can't unfriend him. I think he'll notice and then "magically" all the oil leaks out of my car and I have to pay for expensive repairs?
I'm not texting him. That's not happening.
I'm doing my best to ignore him.

Boys are so weird.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Bliss... In Donut Form

There is a treat circle at work that I participate in. Every Monday there is a new treat, red velvet cupcakes, chocolate chip cookies, blondies, etc. Some are good, some are excellent, all are welcome.

This morning, Jigglypuff brought in donuts. So, I had a chocolate iced donut. With sprinkles. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had a donut? Years. It'll be years before I have another one, but holy buckets it was good.

Has anyone ever done a study on the addictive properties of sugar? Because when I put that donut in my mouth, the amount of bliss it brought was a little obscene. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.

I'm not bragging.... oh wait, maybe I am.

Thursday, February 18, 2010


I hate doing dishes.
I don't know why, I just do. I leave them until they pile up so high it kind of disgusts me or until I run out of utensils to eat with. Then, I finally do the dishes.

I let them pile up this week because every night this week I've looked at them and thought, 'ugh! I can't deal with this tonight!'

And then, when I finally did ALL those horrible dishes tonight, it took less than 15 minutes.
So dumb! Just do it! (Thanks, Nike.)

And yet... right now, I sit here eating pudding with a spatula because I refuse to wash a spoon.

Leopards, their spots and all that jazz...

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


A friend encouraged me to read this poem today:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years,
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
The captain of my soul.

"Invictus" by William Ernest Henley

Poetry is so underrated.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Concerts and Awesomeness

Two Mondays ago, Fargo and I went to, what I believe the young kids today are calling a "rock concert." Three Days Grace and Breaking Benjamin played together at the Alliant Center. It was amazing.

Sometimes, words just aren't enough. I wish I could communicate with enough hand gestures and sparkles, so that you could get a sense of it's awesomeness.

Flyleaf was the opening band. We got to the Alliant Center just in time to hear their big song All Around Me. It was a good set and they are definitely a fun, enthusiastic band with a lot of positive energy. It makes me wish that their sound check guys were competent and had arranged for the lead singer's mic to have the appropriate volume. She was drowned out by her band.

Breaking Benjamin went on after Flyleaf. Fargo has seriously fallen in love with this band since seeing them in concert. Don't get me wrong, I like them too, we're definitely going steady (non-exclusively) but I'm going to hold off on buying a ring just yet. If you've never heard of this band before, check out Diary of Jane and I Will Not Bow which are two of my favorite songs from them.

For the first two bands, we sat up in the stadium seating around the floor of the Alliant Center. For Three Days Grace, we decided to venture out onto the floor.

I'm going to be honest here. I didn't realize when Fargo suggested this, that he would want to push us up as close to the stage as we could get. I'm not saying I'm sorry about what happened next. In fact, it's probably better I didn't know or I might not have agreed to go.

The horrible part was waiting for the band to go on. We stood there, packed in like sardines, waiting, waiting, waiting.

Anybody who knows me in real life, knows I'm not super excited about being touched by people I know. I really don't like being touched by strangers. I really, really don't like being touched by sweaty, smelly teenage boys who reek like weed (because they decided what better time to smoke up than when standing in a packed arena and there's no where to go to get away from the smoke. Thanks for that, assholes).

I think Fargo was getting slightly concerned before the music began. I was getting slightly concerned before the music began. I have never been that close to the edge of a panic attack before. I had to really work to calm myself down and not freak. the. fuck. out about all the touching.

But, then.

Then, the music started and all of that melted away. It was (almost) blissful.

I was body slammed into lots of different people many, many times, although Fargo did try to protect me from the worst of it. I was repeatedly elbowed in the back when these bigger girls tried to force their way past us, even though there was no room. And, honestly, I was sort of blocking them. I may or may not have shouted "bitches" at them after they pushed through. I was kicked in the face when some girl body surfed past me.

And yet, it was still pretty much perfect.

It was a mob, united not in violence, but in common love for something. The rhythms of the songs they play cry out for movement, so there is a lot of Three Days Grace on my running mix. But, even when I'm running to it, it doesn't feel quite right. It's not how you're meant to move to it, but listening to it live with hundreds of other people who love the music too, things clicked into place.

I love, love, love this band. I loved, loved, loved this night.

I can't wait to do it again.

Friday, January 1, 2010

A New Year, A New Me

Finally 2010 is here, 2009 couldn't exit stage left quickly enough.

2009 was a year of disappointment and heartbreak. It was a year of tears and sadness.
About the only positive thing I can remember about 2009 was going to San Antonio. Most everything else in my life was a tumultuous mess.

I have hope that 2010 will be better. Although I'm not really sure how to make that happen. Do you create a plan of action for this sort of thing? I guess, for now, I'll just have to smile, do my best and hope that things will work out.

Wish me luck.