I'm with the quickness-challenged.

I'm really not sure where to begin. I suck at blogging. But we know this already.

So in 24 hours surrounding election day. We elected our first African American president, a portion of my house fell on me, and I had to call 911. Such an eventful week this was. I love it. I'm bruised, I'm sore, and Tara gave me happy pills. Gotta love that betch.

I know this is random. But maybe one day, I'll get back into blogging...Back when life was bliss, and friends didn't have such petty trust and loyalty issues. Back when selling out was hard to do.

I miss this.

Bye.

Oh the universe.

I am such an ass. Life has gotten the best of me, and I've failed to update the few fans that actually read this garbage I call my life. So much has happened. So much growing up. I can't even grasp the thought of my so called bliss.

I've moved twice this year. Once to a shit-tay apartment in the ghetto, that made me ill. We get all settled in, only to find out that they are tearing down our so called home. Which lead us to our cute little house in Denton's version of Bel-Air. I love it. It's a cute little house I share with two room-mates. Stephen is the Jack to my Karen, and well Eryn's the red-headed step child. Literally.

It's funny. Now that I pay my bills and my portion of the rent. I appreciate my mother so much more. I've found my inner domesticated housewife. And I find myself in a constant state of annoyance when I find dirty dishes in the sink, when I know how easy it would have been to put them in the dishwasher. Or when I find shoes on the floor, after I've vacuumed. I know how liberating it must have felt for my mother to throw them into my room. My mother is getting the biggest kick out of my rants. I let her laugh, because she deserves it. It's some sort of sick pleasure for her. So the jist of the story. For the first time in my adult life. I have a clean room, that stays clean.

Batista the wrestler happened to walk into the Lewisville I-Hop when I was enjoying a tasty meal here recently. And yes. We are still talking about it. Because I'm an obsessive dork like that.

I finally made it to Disneyland this year. What a life changing experience that was. It's probably one of the funnest days I've ever had. And I can't wait to go back. Props to Lo and Kiki for their awesome Disney tour guide skills.

I've lost some friends this year and I've gained many in return. It's sad how some of us grow apart. But in the end I don't love them any less. A part of me will always be grateful for their aid in my personal growth.

Sorry for the delay...

So this is Christmas.

Awe. Retirement. Never felt so lonely.

I had this dream the other night, about my grandfather in Miami. I haven't seen him in close to 14 years. It's not like that whole period has been silent, I do have some contact with him. But in all honesty, I really don't know the man. Sometimes I feel like he's just a character in my crazy drama filled life. But anyway...I dreamed that he had finally come back home, and he was staying with us at the house. Random things happened, and I remember dreaming that we were at the airport, and he was getting ready to leave. I was telling his this story, and he just got up and left. I remember following him, and trying to get him to listen, the more he walked the more frustrated I became. I became frantic, when I realized he had left us. In all honesty, I've never been so upset about a dream. Needless to say, Pop says he's gonna visit us around the first of the year. I'll believe it, when I pick his ass up at the airport.

This is where life gets complicated. Life just seems all to sad right now. I'm not a big fan of the holidays, it always reminds me of the people that aren't around to celebrate with you. It's a crazy world. I've had my fair share of Christmas heartbreak. I remember in the 7th grade, my mom packed us kids up really early, and put us in the van. Trying to escape my father. Not that he was scary or abusive. She couldn't look him in the face to tell him she was leaving him. We weren't so lucky. I remember being so mad, that he had gotten up, and packed his things to go with us. I wanted to leave. Now I want nothing more than to spend Christmas with him. I've been having these weird thoughts. It's complicated, but I feel like he's slipping away. So many people are leaving me. I just want to get my last chance at goodbyes. That's all. I call him, I mention things. He's slowly forgetting. I'm scared, that I've waited too long to stop being such a baby, and just let him know how I feel. I'm too damn stubborn, and it's really going to be the end of me. So many people waste their lives away being stubborn, I'm one of them. I just feel sad. Hopefully this will pass.

I miss you.

I miss the jokes. I miss the laughter. I miss the hugs. I miss the stories. I miss the front porch talks and the smell of aftershave and cigars. I miss breakfast dates. I miss your face. I miss turning the kitchen corner and hearing the TV. I miss you. Simply you.

Two long years. I've grown, I've made mistakes, I've been happy, I've been sad, I've been depressed, I've been mellow, I've been myself. But everyday, at some point in the day, I think of you, and I smile. I hope your happy, where ever you rest. Know that I will always love you.

I can't believe it's been two years, since Bob's suicide. It's almost unimaginable. I still have moments where I'll think of something or see something, and I think I should tell Bob that. But then it hits me, I can't. I don't think I'll ever get used to the feeling of you being gone. It just doesn't seem right.

Until we meet again.

[P.S. She misses you more.]

The OC [CA part 3]

Oh my stars, we're going to Paris. By that I mean, Chicago in October, and well by we I mean me. Or so it looks. Not exactly official, but yeah. I wanna go to the Chi! And like hardcore. Now all I have left to conquer is the East Coast, which could happen, if I travel to Virginia with mom come December for a wedding. But I don't see it happening. I don't have much love for the East Coast.

The recent trip to the OC, was rather interesting. Celebrating Lo's birthday, walking the streets of Anaheim, getting left in cars, eating at the soup plantation, accidentally finding Hollywood, losing my luggage, being Abe Lincoln, dancing in Ralph's, calling the Mormons, pissing off the 7-eleven guy, watching Weeds, finding Baldwin Hills, crazy lady at the museum, fiber fest, watching Woman on a Ledge with the Irish, watching crazy tapes, "Yea", and well my crazy cramps. I wouldn't do anything differently. Okay, so I'd knock out the cramps. But yeah. I love my travels.

I really should sleep. My schedule is so out of whack. Not even funny.

Enjoy the video.

Grandma Shirley!

Grma Shirley loves Deidre Hall

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She's such a fan. Can't you tell?

Grma Shirley Drives.

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She strikes again. She's fabulous. I turn on the camera, and well she's a ham. And I love her.

Is it over yet?

So I was assaulted by an old lady. Assaulted with her love that is. I helped her with her things today, and the woman literally grabbed me, and then started to hug me. I was overwhelmed. She not only hugged me, she started to hug another co-worker, and shined a light in another's. I thought she was my co-worker's grandma. Turns out, no one knew who the hell she was. She went on about Labor Day, and how it was her birthday, and that we shouldn't forget it. And I do believe this is the first time I didn't dislike an old lady customer. But then again, none have ever been this nice. Most are bitter, and scream obscenities.

Debbie broke her finger, I smashed my thumb, the old lady assaulted me. What an awesome day.

Seems I've been found out on myspace. Just when I thought I was hidden again. I get found all over again. This time the out pour is crazy.

So, I work with a lady who just had a baby. Well, she has another son who is two, who on a recent doctor's visit, a regular checkup I might add, found out that he has cancer. So I ask you to pray for his family, and pray for a full recovery for such a sweet little boy, who doesn't deserve such a burden.

I'm really tired. I'm off to bed.

All I ever wanted....

Vacation. All I ever needed.

Brenda [my boss] told me to enjoy my vacation. So, I guess I'll be doing that in 12 days. This will also mark the 3rd visit to the great state of California this year. I love racking up frequent flyer miles. It's become sort of a hobby. Maybe I should go to pilot school? Or not. LOL.

I guess this is some sort of countdown until I fly off to west coast. Not much going on these days. I continue to drink redbull like they've discontinued it or something. I didn't have one today, and my head hurt. I think this is some sort of sign to stop with the consuming. But they are so good. I've even upgraded to the bigger can. It's kind of a sad story. Oh well, I'll always have my wings.

Abby's birthday was yesterday. I've had her for 6 years now, and I can't imagine life without her. I've literally gone broke for this dog, and well I hope we have many more years together, if not, I might just die.

Okay. It's really time for bed. Love you bitches.

Back to Black.

New Song.

A dedication of sorts. And well I love this song.

I've got so much shit to do tomorrow. I really should get some things done, so I can stop worrying about things. Starting with buying plane tickets. I really should get to bed.

Oh and I've decided, that I want to smoke some mary j with my dad. I don't know why this is so important to me. Maybe it's because my dad was such the hippie, and his friends were well, awesome. But I'm gonna make this happen. And it's not like he doesn't know that I partake in the fun that is Mary. It's been too long. High School, was rather fun. Ha. Ha. I think my last time should be with the man they call Walter. It just makes sense.

Peace Out.

I [heart] Saturdays.

I really should be doing something productive, but I don't feel like it. I read all night, and have slept off and on all day. Stopping for lunch, and I got my car inspected. Which I've delayed for almost 2 months. I totally forget these things. And let's see, I caught up on Days. Though I'm not sure what the hell is up with the Vegas story. When did this happen? I'm too confused to watch, so I fast forward. It takes me about 30 minutes to watch a weeks worth of shows. That's really bad if you ask me.

I've almost made it through the 5th book of HP. And I cheated and saw the movie last week, and well it pissed me off. It's not like the book. I almost feel cheated. But I guess it's what I deserve for not finishing the book first. And I almost like Bellatrix LeStrange in some odd weird psychotic way. She's crazy as hell that braud.

I really should start preparing for my flight coming up in August. But yeah, I'm too lazy today. Sad, I know. But this does give me reason to shop later on this month. And I've had my eyes on new luggage. And the phone whore inside me, really wants an iphone. Someone stop me.

Okay. Off to being bored again.

RIP Tammy Faye

Tammy Faye Messner
(March 7, 1942-July 20, 2007)



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Guess What?

Another trip. Yep, I shall be flying to yet another undisclosed location. I'll make the location known, when I feel like it. Or when I get home. Who knows?

I've gotten back into reading the Harry Potter books, though I'm extremely behind. I've finally on the 5th book. Go me. Which, for me, is an accomplishment. I mean, to have finally found the time to actually sit back and read the 4th book, is quite the achievement, all things considering. Only 3 more to go. I have the books, nothing but my procrastination is preventing me from reading. I've already spoiled myself with reading the last chapter of the last book. (after fighting off customers, I snagged myself a book last night while at work.) So we'll see how fast I finish the series.

So yeah, hey oh.

I'm gonna shower, then read. Maybe.