Marvelous Things.

Today is the day, I realized why I have this obsession with the internet. I actually turned on the TV and did some surfing. Why, I'll never know. No wonder people don't watch TV. Who in the hell decided that Flavor Flav needed to have his own reality TV show? And who in their right mind would want to win his so called heart? Are you that desperate to be with a man, someone, anyone? These women, are just trash. Plain. White. Trash. Seriously, these women are fighting for the affections of a man that wears gold plated teeth. Sexy, when you're an oscar. The sad part of this story, I actually watched the whole episode in which all 20 women were reunited. I couldn't turn off the filth. That shit is so fucking addicting. You watch one bitch lose control and try and bitch slap another, and you just can't make yourself turn the channel. I'm so pathetic.

I was at work yesterday (when am I not?) and this kid throws back his arm and chunks a sweet potato at me. That kid so had a death wish. Sitting up in the cart, "Oh look it's Zanne!" Bam! Fuck that kid and the mother that birthed his ass. I was not pleased, and gave him my best "I'm the anti-christ and I'm so about to kill you" look, and what does he do? Fucking smiles and sticks his tongue out at me. So not cute. Who ever said children were cute. Yeah, well they lied.

So today, wasn't the best of days. Not so bad either. I just had a headache, and no alcohol to chase it. Anyway, this woman opens her wallet to show me her driver's license, and there in the "Oh it's my perfect child" picture thingie, is a picture of this lady, her husband, and our "president". She's sporting this in her wallet? You've got to be fucking kidding me? People need to prepare me for such obscenities. I can so not be held for my reactions if not warned. It was all I could do, not to laugh. I had this stupid grin on my face, and was holding my breath. George W. Bush in your wallet? Yep, only in Texas. I'd rather have a kid chunk sweet potatoes at my head.

I need sleep. Real. Bad.

Twin. You ready?

Quiz time. Woot.

Your Famous Last Words Will Be:

"I can pass this guy."

What Will Your Famous Last Words Be?

You Are 70% Evil

You are very evil. And you're too evil to care. Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.

How Evil Are You?

Bitches Ain't Shit.

Man I am such a bitch. I've neglected this thing. *Screams to the crowdless crowd.*

Easter. When it comes to insanity, I swear my family tries to out do themselves every year. I had to work and well my grandmother wants us all to get together all at the last minute. She makes all sorts of phone calls and makes this day happen. I get off work and well I'm like so needing a beer, or two, or maybe even a damn 12 pack. Something, anything to help me survive this thing we call a family. No such luck. I sit back and watch from afar. No one seems to mind that we haven't been in the same room since Christmas. Oh well. No one even bothered to tell me that my grandmother's cousin had been in a wreck. When asked why I wasn't told, the response was, "Well I didn't think it was that important." What? I think I care that he could have been seriously hurt.

I got yelled at by this old man the other day at work for dragging his beer through a non existent pool of water. It was rather humorous. I'm sure he was drunk. And did I mention it was funny as hell.

Have you ever needed a laugh so bad that you'll find just about anything humorous? Well I've really been in need of some laughter and have been a bit deprived. Anyway, my brother and I were picking up my mother some dinner the other night. We turned the corner at the drive thru at Taco Bueno and there it is, the funniest thing I've seen in a long time. An old lady had pulled her Buick so crookedly and far away from the window that she had to get out of her car and walk up and pay the cashier guy. She was like on the curb. Windows rolled down my brother and I began to laugh. We couldn't stop laughing. At one point I think I screamed..."Look at that Buick!" Thank God old ladies can't hear. I mean it's not everyday that you see an old pay outside of her car at a drive-thru.
Well that's it for now. I think I'll watch Capote again...or maybe Sideways.

OMG. And for a side note. If all goes well. LA bound.

I think of you always.

Man it's been a week since the CVS incident, and well I've been too embarrassed to update...yeah that excuse works. Wow, I've been so busy and too tired to update. I've really wanted too. I just couldn't pull myself from the warm and cozy bed.

Anyway, first and foremost. I would like to thank Ann for the best scarf a crazy person could ever ask for. I love it. In fact I'm staring at it right now, debating on whether I should get up and wear it. And that leads me to this. Thursday night I had so much fun. Hanging out with friends I hadn't seen in a while. (Do you realize the last time we were all together in a social situation was Ken's birthday bash? Too long ladies!) The I-Hop experience was rather entertaining and the monkey attack story was the greatest. True story too, which makes it even better. I wish I had been attacked by monkeys and lived to tell about it. Oh and Ann, does your car still smell like enchiladas? And I still can't believe I was able to launch that chip into Kim's car. I'm just great I guess.

I went up to the movie theater for the first time since I had quit. That was interesting. Someone decided that it would be the coolest thing ever to flood the women's restroom. Water everywhere. Thank God it wasn't a toilet! Overall it was a nice experience, I got humped AND got to see a free movie. I scored. Literally.

This was all on a Thursday, so on Saturday, I went to a Relay for Life walk. These walks are always bittersweet for me. I'm so thankful for the people that sponsor events like these, but in the back of my mind there's Fred. There will always be Fred. The ever strong man that couldn't beat the disease. The man that left behind so many that loved him. I remember his adoration of his wife Alice and all he did for her while she suffered from her own disease, multiple sclerosis.

I met Fred and Alice years ago when I started babysitting their granddaughters Rachel and Lu-Lu (Lauren). Special occasions like birthdays and recitals I would see them and we'd talk. Slowly we developed a friendship that I cherish to this day. I adored them. They were the grandparents I didn't have, because mine lived so far away at the time. I found myself at more family functions and loving these people that had basically taken me under their wings.

Moving away for college was hard on so many levels. One of the hardest things that weekend, was saying goodbye to them. My mother and I went to visit and we talked for atleast 2 hours. I didn't want to leave, but I had too. That was the last time I saw Fred alive. Within a few short weeks, he had been diagnosed with lung cancer and they immediately put him on high doses of chemotherapy. At first things seemed to be getting better but by the summer time he was so weak I wasn't able to see him. Alice, poor Alice, talking to her was sure torture. Hearing the sadness in her voice as she talked almost killed me. By the fall he had gotten better but had taken a turn for the worse, and had passed away. The night he died, I had a dream about having dinner with Alice and Fred. It had really been awhile since I had heard any news on Fred, and they say no news is good news, but not in my case. It was a rather weird dream, now that I look back on it. In my dream I had hugged them both, holding onto Fred longer than I had with Alice, and I sobbed. I had been so shaken by the dream that the next morning, I sat down and I wrote both Fred and Alice a letter, wishing them both well, and explaining that some force had motivated me to write. I told them I loved and missed them both and sealed the letter. I placed it on my night stand and there it stayed because not 24 hours later, I had got the phone call that he had died. I was devastated. I cried and cried. At first I couldn't build up the courage to call the family, I just couldn't hear Alice's voice. But when I did, Alice's voice had been such a comfort. I adore that lady. After all she is my Alice.

To have to hear a loved one's name on the deceased list of the luminaria service is heart breaking. My heart still sinks when they say Fred Gadd. I hope you never have to experience such heart ache.

Dreary birds parade across the dreary sky, but down below

The woman absent mindedly begins to sow, how she sows the

Seeds her husband loved so much, but he's no longer

Here with us

But her life is so beautiful

As memories continue to grow

Into beautiful things that spring from these rows

With their musical names and musical sound

Beautiful things that spring from these rows

With their musical names and musical sounds, and musical sounds

*Rachel and Lauren circa 2005*

Myspace made her do it.

Embarrassing is sitting at the drive-up window at CVS while your grandmother bitches at the poor girl working the window. Embarrassing is when you realize that your grandmother has accumulated a line that now involves 4 or more cars. Embarrassing is when the manager guy has to come and calm your grandmother down. Embarrassing is when the poor manager accidentally slips and calls your grandmother's medication NorvASS, several times over. Embarrassing is when you realize you've been laughing at the scene for more than 10 minutes. Embarrassing is when your grandmother has yet to calm down when you sit down for dinner at a local po-dunk restaurant.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud [literally] at the scene that played before my eyes today when I went with my grandmother to pick up one of her prescriptions. Something about watching your grandmother try and lay the smackdown on some young chick who probably didn't have a clue as to what she was doing anyway, made my day. I tried so hard to control myself, but after that guy said "NorvASS", I lost it. I started laughing within, my head bobbled as I tried to keep it in, but no longer could I hold it. He said it again, and I laughed even harder. Never again will I make an appearance with my grandmother at CVS. Never I say.

Myspace. Is. Evil. (I've been pimping her all day, it seems.)

Good times my friends...Good times.

I need whatever.

Headaches. Story of my life. I am one, and therefore I have them. More often than any human should, but I guess that's karma biting a big ole chunk out of my ass. I can't seem to get rid of the one I've had all day. I just need sleep, that's all. A decent night of sleep cures everything, or so they say. I think it's all in our heads. We think too much, therefore we get a headache. So, I think we should just stop thinking all together. The world would be a better place. Cliche.

I realized how much I depend on bottled water today. I try and drink atleast one bottle a day, most days it's more. But today, I was out. I went to work. Both machine's out. Someone is so working against me, but I'm too tired to really care. So I just bought water as I left work tonight. Yep, that was my day. I dealt with stupid and inconsiderate jerks, had a headache (that still pounds), and bought water. I actually had a man admit to me that he loved Haliburton. Really? I wouldn't have guessed it, you conservative Texan you. Half of Texas does. Why? They don't even know.

Just so you know, the internet is so fucking slow tonight and Fossil Fuel icecream isn't as good as it looks, but it's still chocolate. Damn them for not having Chubby Hubby...again. I'm bored, so I think I'll take a hot shower. Something about the hot water always makes me feel better. *Crosses fingers* hope this works. Now...

Do something crazy in the name of Zanne.