| Friday, December 30, 2005 |
| Vicodin, More Vicodin, and apparently Percoset |
The surgery went well. Thank all of you guys for the hugs and good vibes!
So I am now onto my second prescription for vicodin. The doctor at the emergency room on Monday gave me three scrips, One for Keflex, an antibiotic, one for high dose Ibuprofen, an anti-inflammatory, and one for Vicodin, Yay! This was after they gave me a (note 1) percoset at the hospital. Then yesterday after the relief that was my surgery, they gave me two percoset and something else, that for the life of me I have no clue what it is. THEN, they gave me another scrip for vicodin, ibuprofen, but a different antibiotic. I guess more powerful than the keflex to reduce the risk of infection from surgery. This shit is getting expensive. Considering the fact that I have no health insurance. UGH! That's another story for another time.
So onto the actual surgery. I had originally been told on Monday that my surgery would be at 7:30 am on Thursday. That was good because my boss is away this week so I had to go into work at some point. Then Wednesday rolled around and I got a call to set up everything (you know no food or alcohol after midnight etc, etc.) and they told me there surgery was scheduled for 10:20. I flipped out. Not so much but a bit. I explained the situation, that my boss was away, and I had to go back to work. The nice lady on the other end of the phone said to me. "You are not going to be able to go back to work. Didn't anyone tell you you are not supposed to drive OR MAKE ANY IMPORTANT DECISIONS for 48 hours?" I almost laughed in her face, but I was nice and said no one had told me. I secretly resolved to go back to work. I had to. So the hubs and I worked out a plan. Since the procedure was at 10:20 he was going to get up at 9 and go get his paycheck and get it cashed. Then he would come get me and we would go up to the hospital. Well around 8am, way before either of use had decided to be awake, the phone rang. It was the hospital. They were running ahead of schedule and could we come in now. I jumped at the chance to get in earlier. I have to admit I was mighty nervous. I had never had surgery before. The worst thing that had happened was I need five stitches in my ankle when I was 13. SO as we were getting ready and going there I had butterflies in my stomach. Well we had found the place ok. It was the Ambulatory Surgery center at the local hospital. It was a free standing building a few buildings down from the actual hospital. We went in and walked up to the front desk to check in. Now I didn't want to interfere with the anesthesia or anything so the last time I had taken my meds was about midnight. I was HURTING! at this point. Standing hurt less that sitting and getting up again though. So after I checked in the lady told me I could have a seat till they were ready to bring me in. I said I would rather stand. This was just the beginning of how nice they all were. Then she asked me if I needed a wheelchair. Oh I almost fell over with relief. "Yes!", I breathed. So I gave hubs all my stuff (my jacket and my purse, etc.) and sat down gingerly. They then brought me into a holding room where I had to change into a gown and robe which was velour and pretty nice. And I got these little fleece booties with nonskid rubber stripes on the bottom. They didn't have a bed there just a sort of recliner chair. So I got dressed and sat down, (gingerly). Then the nurse came in and asked me a bunch of questions. Hubs came in after her and we waited to see the doctor and anesthesiologist. The doctor came in first and explained what she would be doing. Then the anesthesiologist came in. He didn't speak very good English, but he was Asian and in a good mood so he was speaking very fast. I thought it was funny. (Don't yell at me. People laugh at the way I talk all the time. I didn't actually laugh at him.) Then they took me into the OR after I gave hubs a kiss and told him I loved him. I was pretty scared and in ALOT of pain at this time. Once I got into the OR they had me stand up and get onto the table. But first all the nurses had to admire my tattoos. It was hilarious because I was like their long lost grandchild or something. The anesthesiologist then stated telling me that he was going to spray something cold on my hand so the IV wouldn't hurt later. Then he put the IV in and said he was giving me the medicine. The last thing I remember is all the nurses going, "Oh the poor little baby". Then I remember waking up in the recovery room and being very cold but the ceiling was so pretty white. Then the nurse came over and gave me those three pills which were two percoset and whatever else. Then she asked the magical question, "Did I want something to eat?" She asked if I wanted cookies or toast. I said toast. Then she said white, wheat or cinnamon raisin. OH I was in heaven! I hadn't had cinnamon raisin toast in years. I was hoping she would bring it with some butter too, and she did. I also got some tea. Oh it was so good and I didn't hurt anymore. Once they drained the abscess, the pain went away. I guess the crap in the abscess had stretched the skin so tight that's why I was in so much pain. They also gave me the stitches that dissolve so I don't have to have them removed. I do have to follow up with them on Tuesday. But I am MUCH, MUCH better now. And hopefully this stupid thing won't happen again.
Again, thank you all for your support and good wishes. I should be by y'all soon to thank you individually. |
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| Wednesday, December 28, 2005 |
| Pain, More Pain & Vicodin |
So my lovely Bartholin Cyst/Abcess has come back. It started hurting on Friday night. Yes the day before Christmas. So it all combined into a royal pain in my butt. (family, work, gifts, and this. UGH!) I am scheduled for Marsupialization surgery tomorrow morning so I may not be around for a while. I'll be at work but I don't know if I'll be in any mood to post. Wish me luck guys! and while I'm gone I'm gonna be like Oprah and give y'all one of these:
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| Thursday, December 22, 2005 |
| Some funnies to tide you over the long crazy holiday! |
1. My husband and I divorced over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't.
2. I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it.
3. I Work Hard Because Millions On Welfare Depend on Me!
4. Some people are alive only because it's illegal to kill them.
5. I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.
6. Don't take life too seriously; No one gets out alive.
7. You're just jealous because the voices only talk to me.
8. Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
9. Earth is the insane asylum for the universe.
10. I'm not a complete idiot -- Some parts are just missing.
11. Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.
12. NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning medicine.
13. God must love stupid people; He made so many.
14. The gene pool could use a little chlorine.
15. Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
16. Ever stop to think, and forget to start again?
17. Being "over the hill" is much better than being under it!
18. Wrinkled Was Not One of the Things I Wanted to Be When I Grew up.
19. Procrastinate Now!
20. I Have a Degree in Liberal Arts; Do You Want Fries With That?
21. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
22. A journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance
23. Stupidity is not a handicap. Park elsewhere!
24. They call it PMS because MadCow Disease was already taken.
25. He who dies with the most toys is nonetheless dead.
26. A picture is worth a thousand words, but it uses up three thousand times the memory. 27. 27. Ham and eggs. A day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig.
28. The trouble with life is there's no background music.
29. The original point and click interface was a Smith and Wesson.
30. I smile........... because I don't know what the hell is going on.
Brought to you today by the letter M, for my mom. She sent me this list in an email and i just about spit out my OJ. |
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| Wednesday, December 21, 2005 |
| I'M BAAAAAAACK! |
...With a Vengeance!
My first rant this morning is how white people should not say the word, "bling." I was listening to the radio this morning and heard a commercial for the jewelry department at Fortunoff. Fortunoff, for pete's sakes! I know eventually we all with be the same shade of bronze and there will be no race but for now... no bling. Period. It's just not right.
Second rant (or not so much of a rant but a plea). Please go to Dear Abby and send a message of holiday cheer to a servicemember overseas. As much as my family drives me crazy and I dread seeing them, I think I would be unbearably upset if I didn't see them for Christmas. Our servicemembers deserve all the comfort we can give them. Whether you support the war or not, these brave men and women are doing what their country asks, and I think that is wonderful.
For all of you who signed up for  , THANKS! I got points for you guys signing up. :)
Third, I thought this was freaking hilarious so I am reprinting this without permission from the author. It is in an email that I get from TSHirt Hell. They have the greatest stuff. I just want to buy everything.
----- Original Message -----
From: Rock F.
Sent: Thursday, December 15, 2005 1:50 PM
Subject: Fw: Baby T-Shirts "NOT AMUSED"
"This was sent to us and we are not amused" The person who sent this to
us thought it to be funny.Not even close! I am sending it back
To whoever may have a conscience;
I cannot believe a company would target "infants wear" with adult
trash.
I cannot believe that anyone would find these to be funny & purchase
them.
I cannot believe that anyone with a conscience; anyone who loves their
children would put these t-shirts with these sayings on them and
make them wear it.
I went to the web site to see what else is sold there. No surprise that
the adult shirts are belittling and degrading to both men & women.
It's one thing to target adults with this product; they can make their
choices; but don't subject the infant who cannot speak for him or
herself.
NOT AMUSED
(Editor's Note: Rock, I am sorry your friend sent you an email with
pictures of babies wearing funny t-shirts. Clearly he thought you had
a sense of humor. I mean after all, your name is Rock. Maybe your
friend was stoned? Stoned, get it Rock? Sorry, I'll stop making fun of your
name.
It's impolite, and those of us with normal names sometimes take it for
granite.
Children are not harmed by funny t-shirts, if you discount the ones who
work 12 hours a day in our factory. And those children are only harmed when
they don't listen. I don't think our adult shirts are degrading or
belittling, although some styles are quite slimming. Again, I am sorry your friend
sent you that email that upset you, but I want to repeat that we had nothing
to do with it. We also have nothing to do with the emails you get about
how to make your willy longer, and how to keep it hard for more than a minute.
(Those are from your wife.)
Fourth, but certainly not least, my Wishlist for Santa for my blogger friends. (I apologize to my jewish blogger friends, if I have any.)
To Mabel, some express shipping and a HUGE fluffy cat, preferably white.
To Shaunta, some cold medicine and all my prayers for a better life.
To Tammy, the biggest hug in the world for all her support, and some photoshopped pictures from her youth that don't have bad fashion in them. :)
To Misty, a respite from the craziness (y'all can come to my house) and her fondest wish (which I can't print here but she knows.
To DayByDay4-2Day, some heavy duty chains for her son, and a Santa ornament.
To Bonanza, a retail store like that which will not be named, all to herself with all of her favorite things in it. AND a carton of Marlboro Menthols and a Sam Kinison DVD.
To Lucinda, more embarrassing moments with her daughters.
To OldGuy, lots of hits and comments on his new and improved blog.
To Spider Walk, many, many more years of blogging and making new friends.
To Daisy, new socks and better health.
To Armaedes, a nympho girlfriend/wife and some little blue pills.
I think I got everybody. If I missed someone , Please let me know.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! |
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| Friday, December 16, 2005 |
| Promises, Promises |
Yeah, as soon as I typed "I'll get to y'all this afternoon" my workload increased tenfold. So I didn't make it. But I'm still around jumping through hoops to make you happy. Well maybe not jumping through hoops, maybe more skipping a little as I go through my day. See I am working on only my computer at my job. My home pc decided to go pffft a couple months ago. My boss is cool with it as long as there is nothing going on so it's ok. But some days, well you know. UGH!
Got a couple high points I would like to share with you:
I have a secret crush on Steven Colbert. I was watching The Daily Show last night and Rob Corrdry was doing Stephen's old segment and just was tring so hard but couldn't quite get there. Kind of like a lover who doesn't quite satisfy you. ( I feel like my use of the word lover there was way too quaint, so please forgive me.)
My Hubs has wrote a song that I like to call Alchohol Tonight. Nuff said.
Then we were watching The Longest Yard the other day (the remake) because I just think Adam Sandler and Chris Rock are the funniest. Stone cold Steve Austin who is a wrestler purportedley from Texas, showed just how much of a Texan he really is when he said the N word in the movie. I was shocked. People around here don't really use that word. But I think Stone Cold needed to get his Texas cred back and did that to prove it.
*Disclaimer: This in no way reflects my feeling about people from Texas. It is merely a musing on wrestling and the character Stone Cold Steve Austin has created for himself in that industry. And I am not censoring myself, just trying to explain my words as to not offend anyone with my musings. ;)
Thanks to Lucinda, DayByDay4-2Day, and everyone else for all the comments! :)
Also come join me (and chat with me) at |
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| Thursday, December 15, 2005 |
| Bad Blogger |
So as usual I've been scattered. I know I haven't gotten to read or comment on all my blogger friends, yet they still visit me and show me love. I promise I will get to y'all before the end of the day.
Some changes have been afoot in the Ho Hum Household. Hubby has decided to quit his job. The reason behind this is what transpired on Saturday (which as y'all can see below was tattoo day.)
That day was supposed to be very special for my Hubs. He never knew his father and his brother never knew his father either so the boys are very close. Hubs is like a father to his brother because there is such an age difference. Almost ten years. so Barry's 18th birthday was kind of a triumph for both of them. He made it and is doing ok. The ultimate celebration for them was getting tattooed together. Whenever you get tattooed with someone you kind of become a soulmate in a sense. You two have done something together that will last forever. Hubs had planned this day forever and had taken the day off a month beforehand.
Hubs immediate boss, the sales manager (the next boss up is the club manager and then the region manager, who are all in the club and can all sell memberships) quit last Friday. He gave no notice. Unfortunately the management panicked. They called Hubs in in the morning for two hours, then expected him to come right back to the club after getting tattooed. Meanwhile the club manager would be there until Hubs got back. Well Hubs was pissed. There were other people who could do his job and the club would be staffed. Why did he need to come in? Then Hub's friend who was getting tattooed (the one who I jumped out of the chair for) was told he couldn't leave until 4 pm. The club manager had to leave. Because he wasn't supposed to be there, it wasn't his day to work. So when hubs got back to work after dropping off his brother there was no one there anyway!
Hubs has pretty much been getting screwed from the beginning. He works on commission with a small salary and from the beginning it wasn't what they promised him when he started there. So he decided that he has had enough. We should be alright to get through the holidays with my two checks and whatever job hubs starts. We also have my Christmas bonus, which although not extravagant because I work for a small business, is significant.
So that is why I'm a bit scattered lately. I haven't started my Christmas shopping because of that and I feel anxious. Not that we buy expensive gifts for everybody but this year we have 27 people to buy for. We have made a lot of really special friends this year who we want to acknowlege at this time of year. We want our gifts to have meaning too.
Do you guys have any ideas for meaningful inexpensive gifts? Or gifts you are giving to people that have special meaning.
And I Promise I'll be by to see Y'all!
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| Wednesday, December 14, 2005 |
| Catching Up |
I feel so behind everything lately. Maybe it's because there are two weeks to Christmas and I haven't done any shopping yet. Oh Well.
First This Dear Abby came yesterday:
DEAR ABBY: I am 8 years old, and I have a question that has bothered me for months. Is Santa Claus a real person, and if not, why does everyone say he is? And if Santa Claus ISN'T real, where do all the letters go? -- CONFUSED IN KINGSTON, N.Y.
DEAR CONFUSED: Santa Claus is more than a human being. Santa Claus is the living symbol of selfless giving, handed down from one generation to the next. In 1897, a girl named Virginia asked the same question in a newspaper. A very wise newspaper editor, Frank Church, wrote in reply:
"Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. ... The most real things in the world are those which neither children nor men can see. ... Thank God, he (Santa Claus) lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now -- nay, 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood."
Letters to Santa Claus go where every other letter goes -- directly to the U.S. Postal Service, which makes sure the letters reach their destination regardless of "rain, hail, sleet or snow."
Makes me believe in Santa again. Which I need to right now.
The Universe Yesterday:
You’re doing awesome, Marissa.
AWESOME!
Don't doubt it.
-The Universe
And Today:
Indeed, Marissa, there are Masters among you. Scattered amongst the continents to shine their lights as brightly as possible, simply by being themselves, living mostly ‘ordinary’ lives. Until, with enough of them walking the earth, at the deepest psychological levels a tipping point will be reached so that all others will be raised ever higher into the light, simply for being in their midst, as if through osmosis.
Of course... there’s always been the risk that these Masters, once immersed into a sea of limited thinkers, might mistaken their 'ordinary' lives as simply ordinary lives, think they’re simply one of the herd, and therefore not appreciate their unique perspectives, grasp their mission, or love themselves as they are no matter what others think, and the whole osmosis thing won’t work.
Marissa, how you holding up? Loving yourself?
Just checking,
The Universe
See I feel as if I have an ordinary life surrounded by an extraordinary life. Maybe I'm a Master. OOOOOOO!
And my mom sent me this:
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| Wrap it up... |
So as requested, after my short hiatus, here is my tattoo:
Please excuse the blurriness. It was kind of difficult to take a picture of my own arm.
The purple was what I had done. The Aries symbol was my first ever tattoo, but my artist now just had to redo it. He said it was annoying him. :) That's why he's my artist. I had a very interesting experience this time. This marked my ninth time I've gotten tattooed and the first for my brother in law. That's why we went. Barry just turned 18 and he was getting the family crest tattooed on his leg. My hub has the crest on his arm. So it was a special day. We shut out the tattoo parlor for the whole day. We were there from Noon till 9:30 pm. We had two other friends getting tattooed too. Barry went first and passed out twice. Yes it was dramatic but he was ok. You just have to make sure your blood sugar is sufficient before you get tattooed. You definitely have to eat and always have something to drink. Preferably soda or juice. Then hubs went. Then I went because our other friend hadn't gotten out of work yet. Just about ten minutes into mine, our friend showed up. He had to be somewhere so I jumped out of the chair so he could go. Thet was probably the dumbest move I could have made. When I finally got back in the chair, I was definitely hurting. Then I picked purple as the color for the sky, not knowing that purple is the hardest color to blend. Yeah, GO ME! I almost passed out once. And I'm a seasoned pro at this. But I know you have to breathe deeply if you think you'll pass out. Get the oxygen to the brain. So I was ok. But the last ten minutes or so were hard. This is the biggest surface area I've ever got tattooed too, so I think that played a part.
But there is no beauty without pain. Tell me what you think, guys!
Then for Tammy: I found this pin on the ground when I went for coffee yesterday.
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| Tits & Bids.. (no that can't be right) |
Yeah I know I 'm freakin hilarious. Just bear with me, K?
First order of business: I have a new renter: 3T
I picked her out of the 7 (SEVEN!) bids I had. She is always a riot and interesting to read. Go check her and let her know I sent you.
I feel like I have to apologize to all the rest of my bidders for not picking them this time. I promise you I will get to all of you guys. Thanks for the interest.
Second: My note from the Universe today:
In case anyone should ask, Marissa, your heart isn’t so large because of your wings; it’s your wings that are so large because of your heart.
Sometimes "loving too much” can be pretty heavy. You know?
That is SO me. I love everyone. And it hurts if they don't love me back. Like my little brother. I love him so much it makes me hurt all over. I just want us all to be happy and I don't know why he's not. I don't think I've done anything TO him, but his thing is that I haven't done anything FOR him. But there are some things he has to do on his own.
I Love You Zack!
Third: Today is the 25th anniversary of John Lennon's death. I was eight months and one day old when he was shot. A good friend said to me the other day, "So you and John shared this earth for eight months!" That comment made my head spin. I was considered lucky because I was alive when John Lennon was. That is the spirit of John Lennon, folks. All he wanted was peace and he did so much, through his music, through his activism, his art, and just everything he did, to bolster that noble cause. To honor his memory, I challenge each of you, at lest for today to promote peace. If you're having a bit of road rage, stop. If you're holiday shopping, be considerate of the clerk at the store. If your family is driving you crazy, just tell them you love them. If we all tried just a little bit harder, it would make our lives less stressful and the world a better place.
THANKS!
<3,
Marissa
John Winston Ono Lennon
October 9, 1940 - December 8, 1980
Imagine -
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...
You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
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| Wednesday, December 07, 2005 |
| So... *buy me stuff* |
I set up a wishlist after seeing a couple on other blogs. If anyone wants to buy me anything, I will not say no. ;) ALSO, if anyone else has a wishlist, let me know and they might find something under their tree (or menorah, etc. as the case may be).
MY CHRISTMAS LIST
I pimped out my MySpace Profile. Take a look and tell me what you think. AND I made it snow!
I'm a little scattered today (as you can see from all the windows open on my desktop) so I will leave you with a plea. (Yeah I'm pathetic!)
If you swing by here today, please leave me a comment. They seemed to have dried up. Just say hello if you can't think of anything witty to say. (I have those days too.)
So I leave you with my desktop: 
*Ed Note* I set up a blogmap for my readers. Go on over and add yourself! |
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| Tuesday, December 06, 2005 |
| I am woman, hear me roar! |
So while driving to pick up my husband from work last night, I encountered several drivers who FORGOT how to drive properly. Needless to say, I was quite hot under the collar when I got to hubby's job. He had told me to be there on the dot of 8. I was there at 7:58 after having to park in bumble , again because people can't drive (or park properly, apparently). I walked in and hub was not ready to go. I was peeved at this because I wouldn't have ran around like a crazy woman trying to get there on time, if he wasn't going to be ready. But, I have to say my hub knows me so well, and always knows how to take the wind out of my sails. He took one look at me, bent down and pulled these MAMOU bolt cutters frum under the front desk.
He asked me if I wanted to take out some aggression. I said sure. Some lady had locked her keys to her lock INSIDE her locker. So I had to cut the lock. Oh, that was fun! It definitely helped. I was hysterical laughing by the time I was done. And hubs was in a good mood too laughing at me trying to cut the lock.
Then this morning on the way to work, my morning radio station ran a contest for Bon Jovi tickets. You had to call in with the name of Regis Philbin's christmas cd. The answer: The Regis Philbin Christmas Album. Does anyone see the irony in this? (hint: You have to like both Bon Jovi and Regis Philbin) Weird. But it made me giggle.
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| Friday, December 02, 2005 |
| Sicky Poo |
So i've caught the bug that had Mabel sick yesterday. But I am up, awake, and at work. Meh.
It seems (maybe just to me because I am sick) that all day people have been talking to me and trying to get me to talk bad about other people. I went to the coffee shop and the owner who I haven't seen for months was there. She started asking me how things were with my mother. Those things were SOOOOOOO two years ago. But then I started telling her about the issues with my lil bro and it just snowballed into how my family is psycho. I really love my family. I don't want to talk about how psycho they are. I want to talk about how sweet they are (when they want to be). Then someone else was talking to me about heating oil and the thermostat and it ended up on a rant about how my landlord doesn't get heating oil till we wake up freezing and completely out of oil. He's not a bad guy. Not at all. He's just not really considerate of fellow building dwellers.
Ugh, sick, can't breathe, or swallow.
I love my hubby, my mom & brother, my m-i-l, b-i-l, & s-i-l, my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, ALL MY FRIENDS, coworkers, the verizon guy, Mother Nature & santa Claus.
(Did I get everybody?)
BONUS!: This is my (from left to right) my lil bro, my cousin's wife Karen, my cousin John just back from Iraq, and his mom, my Aunt Marylou. This is from Thanksgiving the other day when my mom went down to Virginia. Aren't they cute!
And YAY! Scott Stapp (from Creed) is making an ARSEHOLE of himself again. I really hate that guy. |
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| Thursday, December 01, 2005 |
| Caterwauling |
At the risk of sounding still intoxicated from last night's merrymaking, I will attempt to describe my night last night. It DID involve Jack Daniels, the Freemasons, Hippies (yes with a capital H) and Monty Python. Wow, my friends are weird. ;)
To start, Last night was originally supposed to be a laundry night (considering I haven't done laundry in oh about two weeks.) Then I came home on my lunch hour from work to bring Hub lunch and my day wasn't going too well. Hub suggested we get a movie from Blockbuster and make it a relaxing night. I perked up at that. I've been really busy lately and a relaxing night sounded fine. Alas that was not to be. When I got home for the evening, Hub was still in bed, (that's another story altogether) so I laid down with him. Then the phone rang. It was our friend Spanky, who called to say that our other friend's (A.G.) last day at Evil Bookstore (EB for short)(no I'm not telling which one) was yesterday. This was significant in the fact that our current group of friends became THE CIRCLE at this EB. Our friend A.G. was the last holdout who hadn't gotten another job yet. Well now he has and he starts the new job Monday. So a celebration was in order. Ok. No Problem. A relaxed night was planned. We were to go to AG's house and get intoxicated and watch Charlie & the Chocolate Factory. Ok well I still get my movie even if I have to got out to see it. Still ok. No Problem. We just had to wait for AG to get doen with what he was doing. Which ended up being A MEETING WITH THE FREEMASONS! Yes he is going to be a mason. Ok! After I cracked umpteen jokes about secret cults and paddlings, we waited for AG's call to let us know he was done. Well 8:30 came around, 9:00 came around. No call. Hub started to get hungry so we had our customary mini fight about what to eat. (Bit O Background: I haven't cooked in about 6 months, so we normally order in or go pick up. There are quite a few places to take out around us so it's convenient) Hubs finally decided he wanted wonton soup. I was all like,"Great CTH, delivers so I don't have to drive!" Well that didn't go well, because there is a minimum order so it would be too expensive. Ok So I ordered and then went to go pick it up. So we watched the whale episode of South Park & ate wonton soup. South Park was just over (BTW, by now it's like 10 pm and I have to be at work at 9 am. None of the other people have to work the next day.) and AG calls. The masons were over his house for two hours interviewing him. He says there is also a change of plans. Another two friends want to join us but they haven't eaten yet so they want to go to Applebee's. Ok Applebee's serves alchohol. I'm game. As long as I still get to watch my movie. ( I was hanging on to that movie for dear life!) We get over to AG's house and there are three guys standing in front of his house. I THINK it is Ag and our two other friends. So I go over to say hi. BUT, once I get over there, I realize it is not them. I don't know who they are so me and my big mouth say,"Who are you guys!?" Like they're trespassing on my land or something.(and I started laughing hysterically because I'm nervous) The dude looks at me like I'm high and says, "I'm just a friend." I continue to put my foot in my mouth and say,"Well I thought you were someone else. You look like someone I know." He shoots back,"I get that all the time." I am so embarassed. And go into the house worried that I ruined AG's chances. He just laughs at me. He knows this is normal behavior from me. Well plans at that point got beyond my grasp and I just went along for the ride. We ended up going to the Velvet Lounge for drinks, eating Subway at 2am and then watching Monty Python back at AG's house.
All in all it was a fun night and sort of the end of an Era.
(pardon the rambling today, I'm a bit tired as we didn't get home till 3:30 am. and it's now only ten AM.)
(If any of you read this: I love you Gina, Jeff, Mike, Jonathan, and of course Dustin!)
Oh MY GOODNESS! I almost forgot. Today is Mike's 24th Birthday. and My S-I-L Amanda Rose's 16th birthday!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GUYS! I LOVE YOU!
*****(ED. NOTE: Go click on my renter. Yes I have a new renter after a couple weeks without one. So go check her out. She's a rip!) |
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