an interim post or, how i lost my groove

so i am a little long-winded. but until the cramps in my hands go away from posting about the Famous Numbers Slumber Party, i have a little post to warm my hands up.



yesterday was weird. i couldn't get in my groove. i was having a very hard time multi-tasking. (think it might be the stress?) and we had a few strange events occur yesterday. the first one was the rude woman who thought it was ok to make fun of our employees. not only to their faces, but to the other employees as well.
as you know, i work in a coffeehouse. and the majority of our employees have some variation of ADD. add to that caffeine and it makes work REAL DAMN FUN. we have one girl, D, who is new and has been told by her veryownpersonal therapist that she has "the attention span of a gnat". and there you have it. so she has a short attention span and she's fidgety. and by that i mean she plays with her hair. which is fine. we are trying to work with her on NOT doing it while she is waiting on customers.

BUT, one morning, she was. she ever so genuinely and nicely asked a woman what she could get for he, while twirling her hair. the woman started twirling her hair and said in a valley girl voice, "umm, can i get, like, some coffee?" this is a grown ass woman making fun of our sweet little D and right in front of her face. needless to say, D held up perfectly and realized what the woman was doing and told the lady that she has a bad habit of doing it, but she's working on it. and the grown ass woman starts trying to back-pedal and stumbling over her words because D called her out. kudos to D. and over time, we proceeded to let the rest of the employees know about what happened because we all back each other up.

cut to yesterday. a woman and her husband came in. she looked at J and said, "i'll have whatever you made me the other day". he stared back at her, obviously running through his mental rolodex of our some 400 customers and tried to recall what this woman had.

AND we were also working on a big call-in order as well.

she then told him that she wanted a grande cup, with a little bit of chocolate, 3 shots and steamed milk. i said, "that sounds like you want a mocha". so he then asked if she wanted a little bit of chocolate or the normal amount. she said she wanted the normal amount. at this point i stepped in and said, "well that's still called a mocha."
as i was making her drink, she looked down and saw the call-in order we were working on and said, "those look good, what are those?"
"well, those are called MOCHAS, imagine that." (oh the irony was delicious)
she then asked where "Twister" was. i IMMEDIATELY knew she was talking about D told her "well, that was a mean thing to say."
she said, "why? you knew who i was talking about... and where's 'Stretch' too?"
J gave her a funny look because he didn't know what she was talking about. i said, "she means D and L"
she said, "no, i mean Twister and Stretch."
she then started explaining it all to J and myself and in mid-sentence, i just look up and ask, "did you want whipped cream on your MOCHA?"
she stopped talking and then said, "ooh, she doesn't like me"
i said, "no, i just asked if you wanted whipped cream"
and she began the back-pedaling again. once they finally left i explained to J that she wasn't giving D and cute nickname, she was making fun of her. at this, J got mad and said, "no one picks on OUR employees." how sweet is that?

so i was still seething about this woman and one of my regulars, whom i have been serving for 4 years (he followed me from the 'other place') came in and i told him about the Mean Mocha woman. he said, "i'll top that"

K works at a shoe store that is residing in an old grocery store. they have THOUSANDS of shoes. (i love it there) but with retail, comes bullshit.

he started telling me that he was on the phone with his supervisor the other day and a large black man in his 40's comes up to him, takes the phone out of his hand, hangs it up and then tells K that he "needs some help"

EXCUSE ME? did i hear you right? did you just say that this man HUNG UP THE PHONE you were talking on? with your supervisor? yes ma'am, sure did.

as K stood there, holding the phone, with a bewildered look on his face, the man said, "i need some help."
K asked him if he realized that he was ON THE PHONE and then asked him if he noticed the other sales associates. the man said, "you were the only one who wasn't doing anything and the customer is always right."
K, still with the look on his face, answered the ringing phone in his hand. it was the supervisor calling back. asking him if they had been disconnected. K told the super what happened and the super was shocked. but still told K to calm down and take care of the man, and call him back later.

at this point, the man had gone over to some of the shoes and started giving K a ration of shit.
you don't have this in a bigger size?
you don't have this in a different color?
this shoe doesn't fit right?
is this all you have?
i don't like the way this shoe looks.
and on and on and on.

had i been K, knowing that he is an EXPERT kickboxer, i would have said to the man, "you wanna see some shoes? how about this shoe?" as i delivered a perfectly executed roundhouse the man's noggin.

you HAVE to be kidding me? the man got frustrated, talked shit about K's store and selection of shoes and FINALLY left.

had i NOT dropped him like a ton of bricks on the floor, i would have had him escorted out by the police. before he could have picked up a single shoe.


that put my day WAY into perspective. i wish i had a sack as big as that mans. you gotta be some kind of brave or some kind of asshole to pull shit like that. wow.


moral of the story:
people in retail deal with MORE shit on a daily basis, than you can imagine. please treat them like humans. usually you will get the same treatment in return. if not, we will share your story with the whole wide world on the internet. oh, and karma's a bitch, too.

and then what happened?

where was i?

oh yeah, being rescued.

we made it back to Allie's house without any hitches. much laughter. no hitches (i personally know that Tasty is laughing at the word 'hitches'. as long as she is not "shrieking with glee" we are ok)
i sat in the back seat with Tasty and all we did was giggle. this woman and i cannot be around each other and NOT giggle. hell, we cant even call each other on the phone. it is SO counter-productive. mainly because we cant get over the fact that we are in each other's space. but i digress.

we pulled into Allie's driveway, i unloaded all my crap, and we headed towards the front door. no sooner have i hit the threshold and Lola has "Into The Mystic" playing. if you know me, you know how much this touched me. if you don't know me, then... you lose.

we got inside and i could smell the fried chicken that was fried eleventeen hours ago and all i wanted to do was dive into it. we all feasted and laughed and commenced with the beers. (i really needed one) we gave out presents and laughed and ate and laughed and hugged and ate some more. once we all settled down, we decided to put on our jammies and let the 3 day Slumber Party begin.

as i was unpacking my bag, i noticed a red spot on my white shirt. and then more red spots. and then the stickiness. and i realized i had a half a bottle of RED NYQUIL empty itself in my bag. fucking yay. and it was ALL over my makeup, my clothes, my shoes, the inside of my bag... it was EVERYWHERE. i took everything upstairs and did inventory. i washed what was covered and set everything else aside. luckily my jammies were spared.

now Allie and Tasty are hot-natured. and by hot-natured,i mean "likely to spontaneously combust" so, it was cold in the house. as the Husband says, it was "Balls Cold" (which i take to mean so cold, you have no balls?) so i was bundled up in my jammies, Tasty's fleece, and a blanket. i think i had a scarf on, too (Lola knitted it for me, DUR) and we were blowing up air mattresses and still giggling. we sat and talked until the wee hours of the morning and then we began the Snore Olympics.

HOLY MONKEY can these women snore!!! Dandy has sleep apnea which means she wins, hands down. BUT on top of that, Tasty and Lola were both getting sick which made them mouth-breathers, thus snorers. i remember at one point in the middle of the night, Allie yelled "please, for the love of all that's good and holy PLEASE stop snoring!" Lola later called it the Phil Spectre Wall Of Sound. it really was deafening.
i think we all got a decent amount of sleep and roused ourselves from slumber around 10 am. (i love sleeping in). Allie got up and made coffee... and made the comment about it being a lot of pressure to make coffee for me, with me being the Coffee Goddess and all. let me just say, she did a FABULOUS job.

the girls ate pancakes, i really wanted the Hershey's kisses in the other room, but i had biscuits. we lounged for SEVERAL hours and talked and laughed and eventually got showers. we FINALLY hit the road around 2 or 3. and we headed to Atlanta. Little Five points, to be more exact. we ate lunch at our favorite place (mine and Allie's) and discussed our tattoo idea further. we thought it would be a great idea to get tattoos since we were all 5 in one place. and the idea of what were getting evolved several times from 5 dots to a five petaled flower to a fairy ring of five, five petaled flowers to a 9 to a star and we finally agreed upon a 9 pointed star. i figured there was going to be a minimum no matter where we went. and the tattoo wasn't even going to be as big as a quarter. we couldn't see spending 50 bones on something so small. but we shopped around anyway.

we had big nasty burgers with lunch and took lots of pictures and made phone calls and drank warm beers. we WERE going to call The Pork, but knew we had other shit to do and didn't want to have to wait for him.
we left there and went to do a little shopping, but really were focused on the tattoos. everywhere we went wanted 50 bucks. and for 5 people, that's a pretty good amount of business. but the thing was, its GUARANTEED business. why not cut us a deal? but NOOOOOO..... they wanted $250 for 5 stars.

we left there and were driving back to Allie's when we got stopped at a road block. i figured it was because of the abduction of a little girl. Allie said it was for drug busting. i said "no way" and as we passed through it, there were people getting arrested and hookers getting hassled. umm, "yes way"

we drove around to show the girls the church where Rev. MLK Jr used to preach. i was unable to take in the sights since i was on the phone with the Husband explaining to him the situation with the truck. yes, they think it's the transmission. yes it will probably cost us a thousand dollars. do we want to sell the truck? do we want to trade in the truck? do we want to fix the truck? where are we going to come up with the money for fixing the truck? will the guy take payments? and on and on and on. at least i had called work and told them i was stranded. so i had until monday to get it all figured out.

as we were driving back to Allie's, she remembered a new tattoo place by her house. we figured let's give it one last shot. and YAY, there was a sign out front, "2 for 1 tattoos" YIPPEE!
we pile into the tattoo place and both artists are currently inking. we look around at the art on the walls and then the very tall, very cute, very nice man asks us if we need any help. Tasty and i do the talking since we are the ones who already have ink (so we are pro's in the tattoo world????) and we told him our situation. he said he said that he could see our dilemma, but to come back another time when we all had saved our pennies for a $50 tattoo. because the 2 for 1 deal was for 2 tattoos on one person. how much sense does THAT make? we then explained to him that we represented 5 states and us getting back together really soon was like us saying "no" to chocolate covered sex. he got our point and went to see what he could do.

he came back and said they wanted $50 a piece. the end. so, Tasty and i had been toying with the idea of getting something pierced. and we were talking to Hot Tattoo Boy and he then said, if you all get tattoos, we will throw in a piercing for free.

hmmmm.... interesting.

as we were discussing that, Allie was flirting with HTB and he was making jokes about having a negotiator. and how Tasty and i would get all the info, and then take it back to the group for their approval. which was indeed the case. also we were stalling to flirt with HTB.
while we were talking it over, someone said that Tasty should get her bellybutton pierced and it would be like a hitch. to this she shrieked with glee. and then...
JackAss Tattoo Man said to us, "it's fine if you have fun and laugh, but we cant have you screaming like that and carrying on." like we were 10th graders. and Tasty looked at Allie and asked what she wanted to do. Allie said, "i was in until about 30 seconds ago"
and we gathered our belongings and headed for the door. HTB held the door for us and as i walked out i wanted to say, "THIS is what $250 looks like walking OUT your door" and the girls wanted to take him with us because we know he would have had WAY more fun with us. so, for the sake of conversation, we got kicked out of a tattoo parlor at 6 on a saturday night.

i love being a drama queen.




stay tuned for part 3 of Trip To The Numbers Trilogy.

My Trip to See The Numbers by Christel

my trip starts out WAY differently than the others. since i only live 2 1/2 hours away, i was able to work the day i left. after work, i went and got 2 new rear tires figuring it made more sense to spend the money on the tires instead of spending the money on a rental car. (this will come back to bite me in my ass.... remember that). after tires, i head home and finish packing. i FINALLY hit the road at 3:15.

i was cruising along.... listening to John Mayer.... drinking my RockStar energy drink... (all 16 ounces)... and was headed to Allie's. i have been on the road for a little over an hour and then my truck stops going when i push on the gas. and for some reason, i can't get my gear shift out of 5th gear. that couldn't be good. i slowed to a stop under a bridge on the side of the highway, yanked my truck out of 5th and turned it off to see if by some miracle i had gained the knowledge to diagnose the problem. and oh yeah, there was smoke coming out of the engine. i bravely extracted myself from my truck and went to open the hood. and its closed so tight i cant get my hand in there to pull the latch. (sometimes it wont catch, so we have to slam it shut, which means its closed more than it should be) i got back in the truck to see if i could find anything to use to yank the latch. the only thing i could find was one of Husband's old wine keys. and since i wasn't above it, i got back out and tried it. i yanked and pulled and tugged and heaved. to no avail. i got back in the truck and called the one person a girl calls in an emergency. her mommie.
(oh yeah, did i mention that i only had one bar on my cell phone battery?)
so mom tried to call cingular roadside assistance. and i was waiting and waiting for her to call back and tell me a truck was on its way. and i was starting to get the impulses from my bladder that, while that energy drink has done its job of energizing, it is now finished with the liquid part of it and would like to rid itself ANY TIME NOW.
mom called back after 20 minutes. she told me that she was on hold and they told her to tell me to dial #HELP. because the 800 number they gave her wasn't working. i called them, and the woman asked where i was. now, i am such a clever girl and pay attention to my surroundings, BUT the only thing surrounding me was the bridge, trees, highway, and vehicles. the only sign i saw was the one in front of me that had BANKS COUNTY posted on it. the bridge didn't even have a number or name on it. no billboards, no mile markers, no buildings. just me and the highway. and since i couldn't get the hood up, there was also NO ONE STOPPING.
she told me that i now had to call 911 and have them locate me through some satellite thing. ok sure, no problem. once i got over the fact that i was calling 911 and the guilt of not having a REAL emergency (like bleeding) i got a hold of a really nice man who informed me that they hadn't moved to phase 2 or 3 so they didn't have the technology to locate me yet. great. fabulous. marvelous. but we were able to pinpoint me by what i saw and what i had passed. we played the "What do you see, What have you passed" game. but bless his heart, he even asked me what mile marker i was at. if i knew that, do you think i would be calling you?
BUT since i was staring at the BANKS COUNTY sign and had passed the Weigh Station (which was closed) and hadn't made it quite to Commerce, he told me i was at Mile Marker 155 1/2. no lie. and i was. exactly. Thank you DPS man. so i relayed my location back to mom and had her take care of it from her end where she has battery power and a potty. which meant i then had to look for one. i was unable to climb the embankment under the bridge to go looking above me, so i started hoofing it back to the north. i found a clearing where i could then climb up over a hill and head back to the bridge above me, or i could seclude my ass just enough to hang it out. also there are beer cans and random food bags lying on the ground so i started to think, "what if i have stumbled into some serial killer's hide-out?" (because i have an active imagination, you see.) but the trash wasn't too fresh, so i took my chances. i made sure i could still see the highway, and became one with nature. which is NO EASY TASK FOR A GIRL. i made my way back to my truck and had been on the side of the road for an hour. mom has called allie and informed them of the situation. i called my Husband and he was helpless in the situation, so i sat. and finally got a call back from roadside assistance. she let me know that they have found a truck that can come get me and will charge them $50 but will charge me $20. and then i lost her. so she called back. at this point i told her, "look, i have a phone that's about to die, i have been here for almost 2 hours, i don't care who you send, or how much it costs. just send someone to get me RIGHT NOW!" she snaps to and within 10 minutes i heard from the truck that's coming to get me. he let me know "that he can only tow me 10 miles for free and its $3 a mile after that and blah blah blah... " at that point, i was starting to lose my composure. with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes i told this man that "i don't care. i just don't care, i have been here for 2 hours and could he please just come get me, please?" and he was then on his way.

meanwhile, the girls have decided that they will drive up to Commerce and pick me up. and i thought they were on their way to me 30 minutes prior to the tow truck man coming to get me. it was dusk, and i had to pee again. and i was NOT going back into the woods to pee in the nature and in the dark. you can call me chicken shit. you can call me a scaredy cat, you can even call me a girl... but call me ALIVE and SMART.

i watched the tow truck drive by on the northbound lane. and i was on the phone with mom when i saw him. so she knew help was on its way. (they told her that they would call her and let her know what was going on) and so, i was doing the Tee-Tee Dance like a mad woman in my truck waiting for the trucker. He got there, and jostled me and my bladder and everything in my brain getting my truck on his. i asked him if he would take me to a gas station before we went anywhere else. he started in with the "10 miles for free... and then..." i let him know, gently but firmly that "i didn't care and needed a bathroom". i then started looking for places to fix my truck. at 6:30 on a friday. and "most places is closed already n they aint open tomorruh neither" well, fuck Cletus, what is it that you suggest i do? he told me of a place that might still be open. i called, they were. we stopped to pee and headed to Don's. i had also assumed that the girls were on their way. i let them know before we headed to Don's to "just head north and i would tell them the exit". because they were over an hour away.

i told Don what happened and he said he would take a look at it tomorrow. and he will call me for anything. he said i could sit and wait for my friends. i plugged my phone into the wall and called the girls. i was informed that #3 KY and #5 IN had JUST gotten there and they were headed out the door as we spoke. and then i hear someone say, "it wont start? what do you mean it wont start?" and then Allie's friend's van won't start. thus ensued the hysterical laughter on their end and the tears on my end. i just wanted to be at Allie's. they all piled into #5's car and headed my way. finally. so i was sitting in the "waiting room" of some podunk auto repair station, in a podunk town, with a big tree frond in my face because its the only clean chair and i was freezing because i was sitting right by the glass doors. i had a book, though. its one i had read and was taking to Allie, but hey, it beat reading Auto Trader.

an hour later, they got there. and lots of hugging. and i was now safe. i called mom and Husband and let them know that the girls were there. we then piled into the car and headed to Allie's.

this concludes Part One of the Trip To The Numbers Trilogy.

appetizers

here is just a wee post to whet your appetite for the stories to unfold.


this is the meaning. i will tie it all in later.

The Fruit of the Spirit is these nine things.
* love
* joy
* peace
* patience
* kindness
* goodness
* faithfulness
* gentleness
* self-control

these are all symbolized in the Nine-Pointed Star.

HOT-LANNA

yep. its TODAY!

i just got back from getting 2 new rear tires!!!! yay for the WonderTruck!


i am packing my bags and headed south! #3 KY and #5 IN are already en route. #3 GA and #4 WV are prolly already half-drunk.


i cannot stand how much fun we are going to have. it will be illegal.
please have bail money available.


miss me.
love me.

~cg

WHO DIS?!?!?!?!

when i think about this weekend, the first thing that pops into my head, is my telephone greeting with #3 GA. "WHO DIS?!?!?!"

she has a client who answers his phone like that. not "hello".... not "this is joe".... not "speak"...

but "WHO DIS?!?!?!" of course WE yell it. so, if you ever are standing next to me while i answer the phone and yell, "WHO DIS?!?!?!" it's allie calling.


but back to my point (yay for the buzz from diet pills and energy drinks.... self-induced ADD)
i had intended on writing about packing up this shithole. and i prolly will get to it eventually, but i am REALLY excited about this weekend. i hate that its just a weekend. i wish it were, oh, say, a MONTH. in bora bora. ooh... i think i felt a tingle.

ok, back to the packing.

i just took out 2 huge bags of trash from JUST MY BEDROOM. why?
because my husband and i are PACK RATS. of professional magnitude.
among the items thrown away:

• magazines from 2001
• padded envelopes with eBay stuff still in them
• a plastic albatross
• a scruffy old baseball
• remnants of yarn
• cards upon cards that i never sent
• cards upon cards that we have received
• old bills
• batteries
• unmatched socks (because i threw out thier mate months ago)
• a bag of catnip (?)
• a bundle of ink pens

see. this is RIDICULOUS! no more! in our new place, i will make sure we THROW things away. when are we ever going to use movie stubs? empty altoids tins? a PLASTIC ALBATROSS?????

meanwhile, i still have to finish knitting an afghan.

wanna go ride bikes?

5, 4, 3, 3, 3...

no, i didnt get stuck counting. i got caught stealing. a title. to a blog. to allie's blog, to be exact.

and because i am a 3, that gives me license to do so.


this weekend, as in 4 days from now, all of the Numbers will be in the same place at the same time.
for those of you who really ARE new, the numbers include:
myself, allie, and lauren (the #3s)
m'ary* (#4) and
tasty (#5)

here is THE Genesis of the Numbers, so pay attention.

the 5 of us have known each other in varying degrees for about 3 years. we met on a messageboard and got to MEET each other, in person, in gatlinburg, 2 years ago. we all knew we had stuff in common, but we never realized how much alike we are. allie and tasty clicked, allie and lauren clicked, christel and mary clicked, christel and lauren clicked ( with pink mascara) and allie and mary clicked. after the adventure in gatlingburg, we all formed closer bonds with phone calls and emails and visits. (if you cant get a hold of one of us, more than likely we are on the phone with any of the other ones)
allie and lauren realized that they MUST be twins. (minus the whole 5 years difference in their ages, but whatever.) and allie and i realized we must be twins. (again with the 5 years) and lauren and i realized we were twins. (with 5 months in between)

so, it only made sense for us to be triplets. right? right.
and i found a picture of triplets online and super-imposed OUR faces on these skinny model-esque triplet heads. BUT, this is the part where is gets funny, i found out that not only were these women triplets, but they also do PORN together. (i know EWWWW)
so, we're now PORNTRIPLETS.
logically, we had to differentiate which one of us was which triplet. since it's all about allie, she, of course picked #1. but lauren and i both posted something after that and both used the #3. instead of fighting over it, we did what any awesome women would do, we ALL became #3.

BUT, this left out M'ary* and Tasty. MARY has 4 letters so, she became #4. Tasty became #5 because TASTY has 5 letters. (and because there were already 3 #3s.)

so, we are The Numbers. and we haven't been in the same room with each other in almost 2 years. we have been close. i have been to allie's in GA several times. i have gone to see Lauren in KY and Tasty in IN a few times and i even went to West By God Virginia to see M'ary*. M'ary* came to see Allie last year in the Jive Turkey RV.


so... ATLANTA won't know what hit it once we all get around each other. there will be boobs. there will be beer. there will be likker. there will be beer. there will be cheese. there will be beer. there will be laughter. did i mention the beer? there will be hair coloring products. there will be beer. there will be all manner of fried food items. oh, yeah, and there will be beer.

needless to say, if you get a phone call with what sounds like a bathtub full of cats... yeah, that's us. we like to Drink N Dial. if you know what's good for you and if you really want to experience the fountain of youth, you will pick up the phone. this is your warning.

el aeropuerto

friday i got like 4 minutes of sleep , got up at 5 to be at work by 6. worked until 2, then went to the airport to work until 7:30. that, my friends, is what we like to call, a Long Ass Day.

BUT, out of all the misery, comes some funny.

some conversations i had:

(involving to latina ladies waiting for the plane to .... la guardia)
girl #1: do you have the toffee coffee icey thing?
me: well, actually we are out of the...
#1: oh, you don't have that?
me: flavor for that particular...
#1: the sign says you have icey drinks....
me: as i was saying...
#1: you know, with the blender...
me: ok, i guess this is the part where i stop talking...
#1: and the flavors?
me: yes, we have the frozen drinks.
#1: oh, cuz i thought you said you were out.
me: no actually i was explaining to you that we are out of that particular flavor.
#1: oh, so i can get one of them?
me: sure, what flavor?
#1: umm... i guess caramel.

(as i look am looking at girl #2)
me: and for you?
#2: i am waiting.
me: oh, i wasn't sure if you were going to have the same thing that way i could make both and it would be easier.
#2: no, i am waiting.

***make drink... ring up...they walk away...i ring up a few more customers...here comes girl #2 again***

me: what can i get for you?
#2: the same thing she had.
me: oh, i thought .... but... wouldn't it have... easier to have ordered...at the same time?
#2: oh, well i tried some of hers and i likeded it.
(in my head: LIKEDED IT? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? DID YOU JUST SAY LIKEDED IT?)
me: i'm sorry, you what?
#2: i likeded it. i want one.
me: but i could have made them both at the same time.
#2: yeah, but i didn't know if it was good.
me: i could have answered that question for you.
#2: yeah but some people's tastes are different.

(in my head: THAT'S FUCKING PROFOUND FOR SOMEONE WHO JUST USED THE WORD LIKEDED)

***make drink... and put experience into memory bank for tonight's blog***


BUT earlier.... i had to go get ice. which isn't usually an ordeal. it involves going downstairs to the restaurant, going down to the kitchen, and filling up bags of ice. (yes, i have to go through security with the bags of ice...radiated for your protection)

BUT, they changed the access to the kitchen. i didn't usually require a swipe card to go. now i do. but since i am leaving soon, it doesn't make any sense to pay for the new card for me. so, i was hoping i could go down there, have someone let me in, and be on my merry way. at least that's the way to played out in my head.

i went downstairs, then to the kitchen and asked someone to let me in. the guy that manages there got up to let me in. the woman (whom we will now refer to as Fucking Hose Beast or FHB for short) with whom he was sitting, asks me what's going on.

me: i have an old badge.
FHB: why don't you have the new badge?
me: because i still have the old badge.
FHB: but where is your new badge?
me: i don't have one. i have the old badge.
FHB: come here. where do you work?
me: (while showing her my badge) for the coffee stand upstairs.
FHB: why don't you have the new badge? are you new?
me: actually, i am their oldest employee and my badge doesn't expire until august 26th of this year and i am moving in less than a month and it didn't make sense to pay for a new badge for me. and i only work maybe once a week anyway.
FHB: well, you should have the new badge.
me: i was told to come down here, ask someone to let me in, and get some ice. i only need ice. what is it you would like me to do?
FHB: well you can understand where i am coming from.... we cant just let anyone down there. we can't even escort you down there.
me: so, what do you want me to do?
FHB: go down to the police station and get a temp badge.

(meanwhile, the kid who got up to open the door for me was still standing there with it open, waiting for me... and as i walked past him i said, "sorry, i guess i have to go about this a different way")
i get to the police "area" and am talking to the woman there and we are discussing that it is STILL 10 dollars to either get a new badge, or a temp badge, and its only good for one day, and since i am moving is it really worth it...blah blah blah.... then one of the cops i know comes in and i tell him the situation and he says, "come with me, let's go get this figured out".)

we head back to the restaraunt, through the swining doors, through the swipe door, (which someone left unlatched) down 2 flights of stairs and to the ice machine. i fill up 3 bags. and head back up.

AND i got "the look" from he FHB while i was down there... so when i left, i yelled back in the office, "THANKS FOR THE ICE!"
the cop said he was going to find out who left the door unlatched and write them up. i hope it was her.



now, because of 9/11 i get hassled and had to have a FUCKING police escort to get 3 bags of ice.


yay me.

lady

i have the best mom.

she is my ultimate best friend. and for that i am eternally grateful. when i was growing up, my mom always told me to "never do anything you cant tell me" and that i "can always tell me everything". which meant, she better be willing to hear the bad with the good. and she usually was. the bad part of all that was that i can't lie to her. after about the 3rd day, i would go to her with that sheepish look on my face and say, "ama, i need to tell you something." and she always had that look like she knew already.

my friend, A, would always give me grief because of how close i am to my mom. i can still hear her saying, "CUT THE CORD, ALREADY" but i couldn't. i am a mama's girl. always will be. and it wasn't until she got remarried and moved out here to SC that we were able to redefine our roles with one another. since she was unmarried for 12 years, she and i became very dependent on each other. for support, for friendship, for listening, and for guidance. once she got married, she didn't need me to fill all of those roles as much. and that was very hard for me. and once i got married i realized why.

when she and my dad moved to SC, i moved 6 weeks after them. i had never lived more than 30 MINUTES from her for my entire life. in less than a month, i will be moving more than 20 HOURS away from her. and that thought scares me. not in the "something bad could happen" kind of way, but in the "only a hug from my mommie will fix this" kind of way. she is notorious for dropping by my work and bringing me stuff, whether it's a batch of her famous shepherd's pie, or a bag of mint m&m's because she knows i will squeal with joy upon receiving them. (they are hard to find)
this is the woman who helped me move into my first apartment BY MYSELF and went out and bought me plates, a shower curtain, my favorite kind of tea, silverware, knick-knacks, and my favorite kind of m&ms. and put it all up while i was at work.
she is the woman who called me one sunday morning to come show me her engagement ring and we squealed like little girls.
she is the woman who went out and bought me Color Wonder fingerpaint paper because i "just HAD to have it". this is the woman who selflessly wrote a letter to a friend of mine, whom she has never met, and bared her soul and experiences, because my friend was going through a very tough time and my mom had some insight on it. who does that?

my mom does.

how did i get so lucky?

i am going to miss living close to her SO much.

when my family was sitting around playing a board game last year, one of the questions was, "if you had only 2 words to put on her headstone, what would they be??"
my answer was:

She Loved.


and she does.

new baby brother

i have a new baby brother.

well, ok so he's not *new*, but our relationship with one another is new.

when i was about 4 1/2, my parents split up. and i didn't see my father much. then i didn't see him at all. and then when i was about 12 or 13, he came back into my life. and he had remarried and had a son, named Ian. Ian is roughly 6 months older than Z, who lives with me. (i love telling people i have 2 brothers that are 6 months apart, it freaks them out)

at this time, Ian was about 3 or 4 and didn't really remember that visit. then about 7 years later, my father and i reunited. this time, i initiated it. i said some things that 14 year old girls are wont to do and told him to stay out of my life. right before i turned 21, i realized that this man i had almost hated for so many years, had half the answers to some of my questions. i had grown up hearing my mom's side of all the stories, i wanted the other half.

so, my father came to spend the weekend with me and we sat in a park and talked. and talked. and talked some more. and then he left. and we tried to sustain a relationship as father and daughter, but it was really hard. and everytime i was in dallas, i would go by his house and see him. and see how quickly this little brother of mine was growing. and it was always a weird dance for all of us. here is this girl, who is supposed to be daughter and sister, but we didn't know how to act around each other. and of course, Ian was like, "i have a sister, the end" we hardly knew anything about each other.

after several visits between my father and i, we finally realized that we didn't have to act like a father and a daughter. (by this time, my mother has remarried to a man i consider to be my Dad) and we started over as friends. friends who share hundreds of years together.

Ian has grown up and not really gotten to experience anything with me, because my father and i were so busy working on us, that we left him out of the loop. yes, i sent presents and called him on his birthday and holidays, but we really had nothing to give to each other, we were more like step-siblings.

until, my father came to visit right before my husband left for amarillo, and while H was driving across country to set out on a brand new life and adventure for us, my father was here to help me through that. since his recent divorce, he has found a man that i never knew existed. i don't even think he knew he existed. but this new man, is one i like. he listens, he talks, he feels. that's the most important part. he feels. and while we were exploring all the new facets of this new person, we were talking about Ian, too. one day, we spent 7 hours in a sports bar talking and watching football games. we got serious, we got silly, we got sad. and he was telling me about how proud of me and Ian he was and that Ian really needs his sister. and he then told me that "Ian loves you, you know?" and i asked "why?" why does this kid, who is supposed to love me (on paper), this kid i hardly know, love me? and my father said, "why don't you ask him" that was one of the most profound moments in my life.

so i did. not in so many words, but i took the first step. i emailed him and he actually wrote me back. and then it went on from there. and one night we happened to be online at the same time and chatted for hours. and then the next day i got a huge email from him. asking for my help. this kid was so lost in his life, that the only one he could turn to was me. he put it all out on the table. he trusted me with his fears and worries and pain. and i wrote him back. and i tried to help him understand some of the things going on in his life. and how, i have seen a different side of our father... and in time, he will get to know him too.

and this boy has slowly become my BROTHER. and i am so proud of him. and love him as deeply as i do the one who is in the next room, sleeping soundly. i love my baby brothers. both of them.

ten questions

one) What is your favorite word?
wonder

two) What is your least favorite word?
no

three) What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
passion

four) What turns you off?
ignorance, close-mindedness

five) What is your favorite curse word?
jackass

six) What sound or noise do you love?
the first 17 seconds of "Into The Mystic" by Van Morrison

seven) What sound or noise do you hate?
the sound of disappoinment

eight) What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
stand-up comedian

nine) What profession would you not like to do?
mortician

ten) If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"wanna go again?"

i hab a code id by dose

i am allergic to dust. so, i don't dust. i have a wonderful husband for doing that sort of thing.
but he doesn't live here right now. and i have to pack up this house to move it to where he is, so that means i get to play in the dust. fucking yay.

wednesday i packed up as many boxes as my eyes, nose, and throat would allow. which came to the grand total of.... 4. but since then, i had been sneezy. until yesterday. my throat started to hurt, and my sinuses swole (i love that word) up and i generally didn't feel well. and since i have a sensitivity to about 99.3% of the OTC meds, i usually let my ailments run their course.

which meant, i was a human snot factory. (if only there was something productive that could be done with it)
and didn't sleep well, nor have i felt well all day. i have been sniffing on a natural remedy pack i have that has little beads with lemongrass, eucalyptus, and peppermint oils. that helped until both nostrils decided to close up shop.

i was a knuckle-dragging, cousin loving
MOUTH BREATHER.
(or thats what i felt i looked like)
i hate being a mouth breather.
i went to the drugstore after getting off work (FINALLY) and bought some nasal spray, mentholatum, and cough drops. (basically the only things i can take for this sinus crap)
as i am being rung up, i am trying to open the nasal spray.

i took it out of the box.
i peeled off the shrink wrap tamper-evident sleeve in 3 tries.
i twisted off the little plastic cap on the top.
i clicked my heels three times.
i barked like a dog and did my ALOHOMORA spell
and i finally got the nasal spray ready for firing. (i am still in the drugstore, mind you)

HOLY POST NASAL DRIP, SNOTMAN!

i swore i snorted fire.
and my right eye started watering.
and i felt a sharp pain in my left collarbone.
and when did i leave an ice pick in my occipital lobe?

BUT I COULD BREATHE!!!!

i took a big sniff of air as i got outside and nearly inhaled a hummingbird.
and the little beavers that were inside my sinus cavity, went on strike, and what was once a dam, is now a flood.

BUT I COULD BREATHE!!!!

so now i am home. and reek of menthol. lets just hope this breathing thing lasts. otherwise, i may have to resort back to being a mouth-breather. at least i am geographically ok for that.

what was supposed to be yesterday's post

when i was leaving my house yesterday, i put on my coat, scarf, and gloves and headed out the door. while driving to work, i made the observation that i was a vision of fashion. i was wearing:

• my brand new spongebob shirt with KRUSTY KREW emblazoned across it, with SB, Patrick, SquidWard, and Mr. Krabs in a row.
• my favorite gay boyfriend's well-worn jeans, which means it looks like my crotch is 4 inches lower than it really is. (its a mating technique)
• black and lavender Argyle Happy Bunny socks, which say, "its cute how you think i am listening"
• my #3 hat (aka my favorite hat)
• dark brown corduroy birks
• my charcoal peacoat
• a greyish purpleish scarf i knitted, with fringe
• and leopard print gloves

i looked like a fucking bag lady. but despite my apparent lack of fashion sense, i am ROCKIN it! i even remarked how "DEAD SEXY" i looked. yeah, i know, you all wanna do me. (its the pants, i'm tellin ya)

so i get to work with the Boss today and the majority of our customers call us "The A - Team"

well, yeah! we work so well together and can pick on the customers in such a way that they even leave smiling. dumbasses.

then this man comes in. and informs us that he ran out of coffee this morning and was "forced in". he was FORCED to come to our store and get coffee. fuck going to the STORE and buying more coffee to make, yourownself. but FORCED to come in and buy our coffee. i think we have a new breed of terrorism, here folks. so, of course, after the schmo left, (with plenty of ribbing from us) we started making fun of him. Boss grabbed my arm and said, " You are going to go get coffee, dammit. i don't care whether you like i t or not, you're going!" and at this point i start screaming, "i don't wannaaaaaaa..... you cant make me!" all while doing the 3-year old temper tantrum foot-stomp march and dropping my butt to the ground so he has to drag me. "oh, you're going. you WILL go into that coffeehouse and buy their coffee," "i don't wannaaaaaaaaaaaa"

and laughing hysterically at the same time. see, this is the shit i get to do at work. jealous? yeah, i thought so.

at this point, we have worked a pretty big craving for bacon. and not just any bacon, but Mabel's bacon. (bacon is code for : why aren't you back from Mabel's yet?)

ahhh, Mabel. where do i even begin? there is this gas station about a mile from the shop and in said station, half of it has been turned into a restaurant, of sorts. it's a good-ole-boy eating hole. now, get this, the sign out front says,

Mabel's New York Style Deli

Served the Way WE Want You To Have It.

i think that's what she means by NY. it's the pushiness in the advertisement. anyway, i called in my order so i expected it to be somewhat ready when i got there. ummm... nuh-uh. i walk in and it smells like they are just piping cigarette smoke from the vents. it's bad. and there are about 6 people in the "dining room" and Mabel prolly knows all of their names. so, since i have time to wait, i am going to take in my surroundings. inside the "convenience store" they have the requisite coolers stocked with beer and sodas. they have some of that just run out and grab it, shit, which means cat food, condoms, motor oil. but on the shelf above all of that, are 3 crockpots. one has grits. one has chili. and one has country gravy. (welcome to the south) also they do not have any of the major brand chips. your chip selection is brought to you today by golden flake. uhhh... ok. and then the array of zingers, ho-hos, twinkies, candy, etc. beyond the candy display, is a slushee machine. but this one pumps out just shaved ice and you add your flavors. how interactive. but the syrups still have that 1970's flair on the label, which leads me to believe that they ARE from the 70's. stay away from the slushee. on a quarter turn, i have now faced the menu. in my observations of living in the south, i find that EVERYONE has ownership issues. they have to make EVERYTHING plural, into a possessive. example:

Hot Wing's only .39 on Friday's

or in Mabel's case,

• egg's and biscuit's
• pancake's
• hamburger's

you get the idea. along with that, you can also get a tomatoe sandwitch. now don't get me wrong. i adore the food. if i'm gonna die from a heart attack, i want it to be from one of Mabel's BLTs. i swear. this woman uses thick SLABS of bacon and lots of it. there isn't this chain restaurant 2 slice rule. no ma'am... damn near a 1/4 pound of bacon. and it will only cost you $2.00. no lie. you can get one of the hamburger's for $2.30. or one of the cheeseburger's for $2.50. french toast for $1.75 and bacon's, egg's, and cheese's on one of her ho-made biscuit's for $1.85. and the biscuit's are as big as a cat's (proper usage) head! i love me some Mabel's.

did i mention that Mabel is pushing 70? and calls everyone some form of pet name. i was honey-chile yesterday. so, we ate Mabel's and continued on with our day. until... the crazy man came in. this man called me a few days ago rambling about the goodness of coffeegrounds on plants (like i didn't know that) and would i be willing to save out spent grounds? why certainly. as long as you call us the DAY you want them, and let us know what time you will be coming to pick them up. i don't want to have nasty old grounds sitting around the store waiting for some man to pick them up. so he agreed. (and part of me knew this would HACK the boss off. he hates doing little shit like this... but since i am leaving, i have left him with the crazy coffeeground man...oh how i love being evil) but i didn't know to what extent this man's crazy went. he comes in after lunch time and explains to me who he is and then starts telling me about his fucking azaleas again. yeah, i heard. and to top it off, he slightly deaf. so he corners the Boss and another one of our regulars and starts telling stories about his son and some coffeehouse he owns in Cleveland and have you seen taxi driver, and that church in the movie is right across the street and its a one way street and he will be here next week and he will bring him in to meet the Boss and how coffeegrounds are good for azaleas and could you speak up, i don't hear so well, and it sucks being old and what happens when an old man shakes his dick too much? dust comes out. and there isn't an adult bookstore in town and on and on and on.....

meanwhile, i am laughin to myself thinking the Boss is going to have to put up with this all throughout azalea season and i will be gone gone gone by then. MUAHAHAHAHAHA. the man was there for over an hour. tee hee.

after the CCGM (crazy coffee grounds man) leaves, its only a little while before we get to leave. YAY. the Boys from BMW came in (like they do EVERY DAY, pinky) and we got to be silly with them. the rest of the time was not so eventful. i left and went to the hobby store and bought yarn for some projects and was still shaping how this post was going to come together and that's when the "Door Incident" happened.

are we all up to speed now? i still maintain how Dead Sexy i was through it all.

body by Mabel, clothes by Nickelodeon. yeah, baby.

Chloe Bailey, no relation to George Bailey (updated again)

so yeah. i had this GREAT post i was working on all day. i had been tinkering with it since 6 am and had been adding to it, shaping it, molding it, sanding it, and manipulating it for almost 10 hours. it was gaining more steam as my day progressed... and when i pulled into the parking lot at 3, i was all watered up to blog.

and then it happened.
i walked towards my door and for some reason... it was open. not cracked. not ajar. OPEN. and Baby Brother's car was nowhere to be seen.

so, what did my dumb ass do? i walked in and said, "hello" as in "hello mr. killer man, please don't let me disturb you, but i wanted you to be aware that i am here, so you can commence with the killing and the rape and the theft."

and then it hit me. i only saw one cat. normally i see 2. not because of my super special drunken double vision goggles, but because hey, guess what? we have 2 cats. then i started to panic. (right like the murderer wouldn't have made me panic.) so i grabbed their food bowl and started shaking it, in hopes that Kitty #2 (aka Chloe) would come running from her hiding place to announce, "hahhahhahhahhah.... fooled you!"

no dice.

i searched the house. under beds, in the tub, in closets, in boxes. nada. no Chloe. well FUCK. that can mean only one thing. she got out. so i called Baby Brother's work to see what time he worked today (hoping that he worked at 2 and my house has only been "open to the public" for an hour) he went to work right after i did. so, by Christel Math, that makes it 9 hours with the door open for Chloe to not only plan her escape, but execute it and be halfway to mexico by now.

grrrrrreat.

so i took the box of food outside and rattled it around. then i began the search. now, we live in an apartment. which means... well, yeah, i'm fucked. she could be anywhere. and she's probably scared. which means that even if i walked past the bush where she is cowering, 17 times, she isn't going to come out and run to the door screaming "OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE"

so the boy came home. and i left the door open. and what did he do? yeah, walked in and said, "hello" and now i am the only one who is going to kill anything, at this point.

i then explained to him, in the least diplomatic way possible that he left the door open and Chloe got out. he told me that he will go look for her. so we both went outside to look for her. at this point i was on the phone with Husband. he was the cool , "dont worry baby, she'll turn up, everything will be ok, call me if anything changes and oh yeah, jump all up in Baby B's ass would ya?"

we looked for about 30 minutes. and i had left the door open. i told the BB that he best put on a sweater, because in addition to the door being open all day for visitors, and the cat getting out, the heat has been on all day, too. and i am not going to keep it on while we leave the door open for Chloe to come home.
i have called my mom and given her another one for the "Please Keep Me From Killing Him" files. that file got started when i was 9, when he was born. it's a thick folder. please refer to http://3gallonsofcoffee.blogspot.com/2004/11/joe-crow.html#comments for more tales.

meanwhile.
Mom was of the "Someone could have come in and you could have been MAULED" school of thought.
Husband was of the "Someone could have come in and stolen ALL OUR SHIT" school of thought.
i was of the "Someone left the door open and MY CAT IS GONE" school of thought.
and finally, Baby Brother was of the "i was in a hurry" school of thought.


none of this brings Chloe back. and my hands are starting to freeze since the sun is setting and we don't have the heater on.

did i mention that ANY picture we had of Chloe was on the old hard drive which was KAPUT?
did i also mention that she does NOT have a collar, because she and her sister are INDOOR cats?
and did i also mention that if, she does not come back, my family will be minus one Baby Brother?

needless to say, i will save my great post from today for tomorrow.
please send out Come Home Kitty juju.







and, david, please don't mention this to him at work. he feels badly enough. thanks.



******* i DID find a picture of her i had posted on one of my message boards. granted its her backside, but at least people can tell what color cat they should look for. and since she has a weird bump in her tail, that wont be too hard to distinguish. let's hope i dont have to put them up tomorrow.*******





I DON'T NEED THE SIGNS. SHE'S HOME!!!!

i woke up this morning around 5 and went to go check the food outside and it was gone. i put more out there and tried to go back to sleep. after baby brother's alarm went off, i was sorta drifting in and out. i heard the door close and then a few seconds later, i heard her crying. he went out to start his car and heard her crying in the bushes. he went in a grabbed her and put her in the house. i am sure he feels much better knowing he is the one that fucked up, and then fixed it. our other cat kept following her around sniffing her because she smelled funny. but she has been acting like nothing was wrong. like she does this all the time. well, missy, i got news for you. so we have 2 cats again. life can go on.

side order of stupid

people are dumb. like, a lot. and in mass quantities. and they come to the coffeehouse where i work.

why? did i do something bad in a past life? is there some giant cosmic joke of which i am the punchline? or perhaps there is a sign on my forehead that says, "ask me dumb shit." if so, then i need to cut myself some bangs. pronto.

here are some of the dumb things i have heard while working in a coffeehouse:

• what does the mango smoothie taste like? (toenails, now will you be having a large one of those?
• do you guys have coffee? (nope, we just call ourselves a coffeehouse because it's better than calling ourselves a hospital)
• can i get a cappuccino, with no foam? (can i also get you a cheeseburger, without cheese?)
• i need a white hot chocolate to wake me up. (right, because there is SO much caffeine in butterfat)
• can i get a skinny breve? (first off, skinny is skim milk, secondly, a breve is made with half-and-half. let's think about that for a second.)
• {while staring at the bagel case} do you have bagels? (nope, just these unglazed do-nuts.)
• i'll take a coffee. (right, and which one of the 4 sizes and 97 different varieties would you like, there chuckles?)
• can i get a chocolate mocha? (definition of mocha: A hot coffee-and-chocolate beverage. hmmm... good thing you specified)
• is there a difference between 'iced' and 'frozen'? (nope, just wanted to fuck with you a little bit more, sparky.)

in regards to our Roaster:

• do you guys roast coffee? (nope, we call ourselves a roaster as a gimmick. kinda like KFC saying they sell chicken.)
• is this a roaster? (nope, its our alien escape pod. or my new favorite, its a really big rock tumbler.)
• is this a real working machine? (no, we spent $20,000 on a machine to sit in the middle of our floor and we just go buy our coffee from Sam's)
• is this a grinder? (have you EVER seen a grinder this big? especially in a place that calls themselves a COFFEE ROASTER!)
• oh, the beans aren't brown to begin with? (yep, they fall off the tree ready to be ground)
• {we have to cool the coffee down once its roasted to stop the heating process and to do so, the beans spin around in a cooling tray} they just spin 'em around like that because it looks cool? (right. if you are stupid and don't know what you are talking about, SHUT UP!)

i also work at a friends coffee kiosk in an airport and they are just as stupid there, too.

• do you have beer? (what part of JAVA implies beer?)
• do you have food? (nope, we just have that plastic ham sandwich in the cooler and those aren't really potato chips, they are IQ reduction wafers.)
• (we have a sign posted IN the cooler with the prices of the various drinks, so when they check out, we cant get away with charging $76 for a cup of coffee, because some asshole looked at me wrong) $2.00 for WATER?!?!?!? you have to be kidding me! (and they say this as they are fumbling through their wallets and handing me the money) don't bitch and then pay. this makes you look stupid and it makes me want to slap you for whining.

so, next time you go to a coffeehouse, may i suggest that you READ the menu BEFORE opening your mouth. and if you see a large machine doing something that you haven't ever seen before, be humble and ask what it does, instead of assume, and then i won't have to write about you being an assmonkey. or if you are at the airport, realize that they will charge you like you are at Disneyland, a concert, or some sporting event. it's a little thing we like to call: CAPTIVE AUDIENCE. learn it, live it, love it.

because #3ga said so

3 names you go by:
a) tistel
b) #3
c) stinky

3 screen names you have:
a) coffeegoddess
b) cgRSF
c) wondergirl29

3 things you like about yourself:
a) i am still 7 years old
b) i got a cute booty
c) i make people laugh

3 things you dislike about yourself:
a) my weight
b) i look for the negative
c) i am a procrastinaor extraordinaire

3 parts of your heritage:
a) english
b) scottish
c) irish

3 things that scare you:
a) the monsters under my bed
b) icebergs
c) germs

3 of your everyday essentials:
a) coffee
b) kisses
c) laughter

3 things you're wearing right now:
a) Old Navy pj bottoms
b) PROPERTY OF THE USMC t-shirt
c) red VS chonies

3 of your favorite bands/artists:
a) van morrison
b) indigo girls
c) chris isaak

3 of your favorite songs at present:
a) clarity - john mayer
b) these are the days - van morrison
c) daughters - john mayer

3 new things you want to try in the next 12 months:
a) living in amarillo
b) pregnancy
c) being the best christel i can be

3 things you want in a relationship (love is a given):
a) romance
b) laughter
c) feeling like someone "gets me"

2 truths and a lie (in no particular order):
a) i am a momma's girl
b) i am a rock star
c) i am comfortable in my own skin

3 physical things about a love interest that appeal:
a) ARMS
b) smile
c) pinchable booty

3 things you just can't do:
a) eat after touching money
b) make sperm
c) willingly eat peas

3 of your favorite hobbies:
a) reading
b) knitting
c) going (ANYWHERE)

3 things you want to do really badly right now:
a) snuggle with my husband
b) fit in my old jeans
c) pack up this apartment in the blink of an eye

3 careers you're considering:
a) coffee roaster
b) jewelry designer
c) stand-up comic

3 places you want to go on vacation:
a) peru
b) any island. you pick, let's go!
c) scotland

3 kid's names:
a) sarah-catherine
b) aidan
c) iris

3 things you want to do before you die:
a) finish living
b) reproduce
c) follow my dreams

3 people who now have to take this quiz:
a) the rest of the numbers
b) mom
c) anyone else who has the patience for it

day in the life

we have some very creative and artistic people at the coffeehouse where i work. we have several dry erase boards for various things... and have pictures drawn for sale items, announcements, coffees of the week, etc. we also have a "special of the day" board.

when i got to work on saturday, the special was a HIGHLY illustrated and very vivid depiction for our "Spicy Leprechaun" latte. which is a latte with cinnamon and irish cream hence, the name. and the girl who drew the sign also had a small person wearing green and standing over a pot of gold with a rainbow. very well done. quite classy. but, i noticed, upon closer inspection, that the spelling was not LEPRECHAUN, but LEPRECHAN. so, i said something about it. L, and D (the 2 who were working) said that there was some discussion about the spelling... but since she had gotten so far in the artwork, it was too late to turn back.

and being the silly imaginative ones that we are... we started making fun of the lepreCHAN. they are a small chinese-irish clan out of san francisco. and with the rainbow.... they became a group of GAY, green eyed, vertically challenged irish-chinese men. how much more politically incorrect could we be? too bad he didn't have his shillelagh to beat our asses for making fun of him.

so we have made fun of this poor gay lucky charms bastard all day... and then just when you thought it couldn't get any worse....

that night, when in the middle of a rush, one of the employees abbreviated it on a cup so i knew what drinks were which.. and the Spicy Leprechaun gay, green-eyed china man became a








Spic Leper.


damn. now he is not only gay, short, part chinese, part irish, and unarmed, he also is part hispanic (yet another minority) and has a deadly skin disorder.



see what too much coffee can do to you?
don't you wish you worked where i do?
i hear there will be an opening in february.
just in time for St Paddy's!

har. har.

OZ

when i was a little girl, i used to get to spend lots of time by myself at my grandparents house in dallas. since i was the first grandchild, the ONLY granddaughter, and 8 years old that the next grandchild, i was able to forge a VERY special bond with my Mimi and Pop. i had them all to myself. those were some of my favorite times in my life.

during the summers, we would go to their country club and i would swim in the olympic size pool for hours on end. my grandfather used to squirt water at me using only his hand ... with PRECISE ACCURACY. i still try to perfect that trick when i am in the bathtub. and at night, after being out in the sun all day, we would just relax around the house. Wheel of Fortune would be on. Mimi would be in the kitchen, making dinner. and there was a line where the linoleum didn't reach all the way out of the kitchen, and that was the Magic line you weren't supposed to cross while she was in there. even as i got older, none of us grandchildren would cross that line when she was in there. and my grandfather would be sitting on the other side of the counter "supervising". and by "supervising" i mean trying to trade his blood for scotch... and making comments about whatever we were talking about. it was perfect.

after dinner, we would play cards or watch a little bit of TV. this was back when you had about 25 channels and we watched whatever was on. and somehow, as if by Magic, The Wizard Of Oz would come on when i was visiting. now, seriously, what are the odds of that PARTICULAR movie coming on about 75% of the time i was at their house? whether it was summer, or winter, or a random weekend in the spring? seriously. it WAS magic. and i would lay on the floor between Mimi and Pop, sitting in their respective chairs, and we would watch the Wizard.

even now, when i see it come on TV i call my Mimi. there is a very special thing about the Wizard.
it wasn't until today, i realized the amazing lessons that can be learned from movie. and wisdom too.

i don't exactly remember how it got started, but i have a friend who calls me her Scarecrow. and she is going through a rough time right now.... so me, being one of those people who looks for weird stuff on line to make a point, i looked up the script for the Wizard of Oz. (yeah i know, i am a dork) this is what found me.

remember when Dorothy heads off to Oz? and she comes to a fork in the road? and finds the Scarecrow, and he tells her he will help her if she gets him off the pole he's stuck to. since his legs are a little wobbly, he falls and some of his straw comes out. this is what happens next:

SCARECROW
Whhhooops! Ha-ha -- there goes some of me again!

DOROTHY
Oh -- does it hurt you?

SCARECROW
Oh, no -- I just keep picking it up and putting it back in again.


and it's funny how different things affect you at weird times in your life. never before has this seemed so profound to me.

sometimes we get the stuffing knocked out of us. we can either lay on the ground like a baggy scarecrow, or we can put all the pieces back and make a better, different scarecrow.



thank you Mimi and Pop for that magic.

clarity

when i was on the phone with #3ga, the other night, she said something horrible to me. after telling every last ugly detail of the Misadventures of Meany Christel, and then telling her about how much easier is is to be nice than mean and that it's a nicer way of living and all that other psycho-babble crap that's true.... she says to me, "i am going to tell you something really horrible. You. Are. A. Grown. Up."


GASP!

how dare she? such profanity. it would be like calling me responsi.... respon..... re.... you know, THAT word. it was like sunlight to a vampire.

and the shitty thing.... it's true.
i have to start acting like a grown ass woman. we all know deep down that i am a 7 year old trapped in this chubby 29 year old body. but the fact is, i can't keep acting like i was. i got the slap in the face. and like the old adage, you dont know what you have until you lose it.... or almost lose it. and i almost lost it. that fact shook me to the core.

and the stupid thing is, this is such a small HUGE problem.
it could have been so much more awful. i could have been an alcoholic... a drug addict.... a real crazy person. (more so that i actually am)

seriously. how dumb was this? hey christel, be nice, or else.

fuck. i feel stupid because this was even an issue. embarassed, ashamed, and hurt.

to those of you have ever been on the pointed end of my tongue, i am sorry. i know how acidic it can be. for those of you who have expressed that you have loved me up to now and will love the Nice Christel too, you will never know how much it rocks to have friends like you.
i owe everyone a big fat Thank You.


and i promise the next post will be RIFE with funny.

and here is a song that says a lot to me right now:
Clarity by John Mayer

I worry, I weigh three times my body
I worry, I throw my fear around
But this morning, there's a calm I can't explain
The rock candy's melted, only diamonds now remain
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
By the time I recognize this moment
This moment will be gone
But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on
Well all I got's
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will pay no mind
That it won't and it won't because it can't
Because it just can't
It just can't
It's not supposed to
Was there a second of time that I looked around?
Did I sail through or drop my anchor down
Was anything enough to kiss the ground?
And say I'm here now and she's here now
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
So much wasted in the afternoon
So much sacred in the month of June
How bout you
And I will wait to find
If this will last forever
And I will pay no mind
When it won't and it won't
Because it won't
And I will waste no time
Worried 'bout no rainy weather
And I will waste no time
Remaining in our lives together

7 am

it's 7 in the morning and i just got back from the airport. i put my husband on a plane.... and now i am sad.

the next time i see him, we will be moving to amarillo. that will be 7 weeks from now. the hard part is NOT the 7 weeks. the hard part is that we finally made some headway in getting back to "us", and then he had to leave.

him being in amarillo was harder that either one of us was willing to admit. and a lot of the blame can actually be put on me. see, despite my smartass and glittery exterior, i am really a bitch. a mean bitch. no....really. and being a bitch can get you in trouble. unless there is someone in your life that accepts that side of you and just takes the bitchiness. and that, was my poor husband. sadly, i have been the worst to my husband and he finally got fed up. he got tired of hearing me bitch and BE a bitch. so, he then quit talking to me. which made me more upset, because all i got were 5 minute phone calls. you can't sustain a marriage on 5 minute phone calls. so, since neither of us tried to sustain it, it got a little dented. not broken, just dented. like 10% off at the checkout, dented.

this past week with him home has been rough to say the least. lots of silence, lots of anger, a WHOLE lot of tears, and a little bit of happiness. but, we have dug down inside ourselves and admitted and shared and compromised and touched on the chewy center of ourselves and decided that this marriage IS one worth saving. and we are gonna do everything it takes to get it right again. we will not be needing the services of all the kings horses and all the kings men at this time.

that being said, hopefully and truthfully, you can expect a few changes around here. the new year will bring on a NEW christel. a much nicer and calmer and more loving christel.

• one who accepts her surroundings, instead of trying to find everything wrong with them.
• one who not only loves her husband, but lets him FEEL it as well as HEAR it.
• one who will try to gain as much joy out of the last weeks she has in South Carolina, because had it not been for living here, i would not have met, or fallen in love, or gotten married, or met all the wonderful people who are in her life.
• one who puts on a happy face, even if she doesn't feel like it, because sometimes "you gotta fake it till ya make it".
• one who looks for positive things, instead of negative things.
• and one who is pleasant to be around and truly is able to enhance her life with those whom she surrounds herself.

for those of you who are my very own personal friends, please be patient and understanding with me. the girl i am searching for is not a new girl, just a girl we haven't seen in a while. we like her.

for those of you who have just stumbled across me, get ready for a wild ride. the new girl is TONS more fun than the crusty mean bitchy one.

happy new year.

with love,

christel

black-eyed peas

yeah. i'm gonna do it too.

list of things i would like to accomplish in the year 2005: (in no particular order)

• live in the actual same house as my husband
• be nice
• fall in love again*
• woo*
• start my own roasting company
• take a sewing/knitting/pottery/craft-related class
• work on a "family"
• make out*
• spend lots of weekends with my favorite people
• write poetry
• smile
• whittle down some of our debt
• get a dawggie
• write actual letters to my grandmother
• go somewhere romantical*
• lose 15 pounds
• donate more of my time

* WITH my husband, DUR!

i hope your New Year brings you as much joy and happiness as we have all asked for.

see you in '05.

december 23rd

my mom called me the other day and left me voicemail. on it, she was singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" at the TOP of her lungs. she then proceeded to tell me that "the Christmas Spirit has jumped up and bitten her on the ass and won't let go"

now that, my dear friends, is funny.
because
A: my mom doesn't have the greatest singing voice (she says its worse than it really is)
B: its total silliness
and 3rd: i picture Forrest Gump when he got shot in the ass and says, "sumthing biiiiit meee"


but my dilemma is this:
I NEED THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT TO BITE ME, TOO.

i haven't really even BEGUN my shopping, much less wrapping... i know i am a procrastinator, but something about this christmas has me dragging my feet. maybe its that Husband isn't here?
maybe it's that last year was SOOOOO shitty, i keep expecting something terrible to happen, so i'm on my guard.
maybe it's that my ass is impenetrable to the bite of the Christmas spirit. (eggnog will do that to ya........i think its kinda like whiskey dick)

maybe it's..... hell i dont know. but i DO know it makes christelmas shopping very difficult.

and since i have been whiny in this post, i think it is time i bring back the "list of 3 meaningful things"
it can't hurt, right?

1. i will pick up my husband up from the airport in less than 36 hours.
2. i have a brand spanking new neice.
3. Christelmas is in 2 days and i will be sitting in front of a fireplace with my family.

so take from this post what you will....

and if you have any extra christelmas spirit, please send it to me.

you want amarillo, you got it.

see, amarillo wasn't all that fun. that's why i have been dragging my feet on it.
but i deem myself an OK storyteller, so here we go.

Oncest uponst a time (that's how i used to begin all stories as a child)

i left good ol' Suck Carolina at 6 am on wednesday the 1st. i flew from here to DEEtroit, then to oklahoma city, then to dallas and then to amarillo. we never even got in the air long enough to reach cruising speed with number of legs there were on this freakin trip. basically they had a big rubber band and launched us to our next destination.

when i got to DEEtroit, SELF said to me, "you sure could go for another cuppa coffee" and i don't like to ignore her, so lo and behold, there was a cute little coffee stand RIGHT as i deplaned (is that really a word?) it was a sign. and there was a sign, too. a hand written sign announcing that the "EXpresso machine was broken" ummmm... if you don't work in "the biz" you have a free "i am such a dumbass that i can't read that there isn't an 'x' in espresso, nor will i signify that i can speak, either and also CALL it EXpresso" card. if you DO work in "the biz" you should just plain know better. alas, she did not know better.... which raised my hesitation bar a notch or two. so, being a punter, i opted for coffee.... i saw, as i rounded the corner to the bar area, three large airpots. one labeled "Decaf French Roast" one with "French Roast" which said to me that the company that roasts their coffee doesn't know how since all they have done with whatever they swept of the warehouse floor, is BURN it. and finally an airpot labeled "Signature Blend". ok, you hooked me. here is how that went:

me: what's in your signature blend.
her: oh, it's just plain coffee.
me: right, but what KIND of coffee is it? (this is the part where the previous warning signs flew out the window and i have now set myself up for failure)
her: it's not flavored or anything.
me: ok, but what country do the beans come from? you know, are they colombian? guatemalan? east african?
her: oh, they come from chicago.
me: (small cough) oh, that's where they are roasted, but what country do they come from, colombia? brazil? sumatra? ( i wanted to know because of the acidity of different beans and my empty tummy)
her: (looks me straight in the eyes) they come from Chicago.
me: CHICAGO IS A CITY, NOT A COUNTRY. COFFEEBEANS HAVE DIFFERENT COUNTRIES WHERE THEY ARE GROWN.......no, but, oh fuck it nevermind.

and exit stage left.
welcome to DEEtroit.

i found some 100 proof colombian at some bagel place and was much happier. i swear this shit ALWAYS happens to me.

yada yada planes, flying, deplaning, (?) changing airlines, security, flying, and FINALLY i landed in amarillo.
hmmmm.... landing in amarillo.... i was so freaked out. see, i am from what's called the "Hill Country" in texas. thus indicating the earth being at differing highs and lows. and we have some trees there too. then moving to SC, i have found out what trees and mountains REALLY look like. so to fly from OKC to amarillo... was a bit umm... well it was... in a word, unsettling.
it was flat. F-L-A-T. flat. ______________________________________T_________________

the (T) was a tree. the one. the one tree.

so yeah. i was frightened.

Husband and i did a little extra long smooching in the terminal when i finally got my arms around him. yes, we were "those people" and i didn't care.
when we left, he asked me if i wanted the "oh my gawd, i just quit my job and drove out here for 2 days and this is where we are going to live" scary amarillo tour? duh. yes.
and not 5 minutes into the drive, i saw something in the road. no, not roadkill.... TUMBLEWEED.
actual honest to goddess TUMBLEWEED. and i nearly hurt myself laughing at that. see, since texas is bigger than france, there are lots of different terrains. where i come from, yeah, no tumbleweeds. and no, i don't own a horse. we knew that amarillo was a Cowboy Town, but damn...

we drove and looked and counted the trees. (12 total) and saw the Big Texan and old oil derrick or 3... and then went to lunch. and in texas we have Shiner Bock beer. and if you know me, you know that's my favorite. and since i was a little rattled by the sparseness of amarillo and lack of anything resembling a "nice part of town" yeah, i had a few cold ones. and wanted to follow that up with a few more cold ones. but there were naps to be had.

since Husband works the 5pm to 3am shift, he was a wee bit tired.... so we went back to his room and slept. and slept some more. and then got up, ate McDonald's and slept some more. which was fine, since i could snuggle him all i wanted to. i had 7 weeks of snuggling to make up for. and i almost got it all done.
the next day we slept in and then bought yarn so i could do something while he was at work that night and then went to lunch. yeah in texas, EVERYTHING is either shaped like texas or has a star on it. (just like i like it) this time it was the paving stones at the restaurant. of course i noticed it because i'm like that. Husband said he's been going there since he moved out there and never even noticed them. well, he's not a texan, yet.

H went to work and i went to knitting. and watching TV. in a hotel room. for 8 hours. by myself. the one good thing was that the Chris Isaak Christelmas special was on. talk about a happy girl. because he's my boyfriend. no really. he is. so, he made a show for me to watch and sang christelmas songs to me for 2 hours. no commercials. yay upon yay.
H had to work late, so he didn't get in until about 5 so that meant he needed to sleep until at least 12 or 2. on my birthday. and since i am an early riser, i was up at 8. so i watched him sleep and then tried to wake him about 9 times. and finally he joined us among the land of the living.
we talked for a little bit, fought for a little bit (because that's what you do when you don't live with your spouse for 3 months.) made up for a while ;) and then got our asses in gear. since i am truly a 5 year old... what did i want to do? yeah go see a movie. not just ANY movie, the Incredibles. (only because he wouldn't take me to spongebob)
yeah. 5 year old and animation. all that was missing was the sticky hands. after leaving there, we went back to the room to get dressed for dinner. my big fancy birthday dinner.
he took us to a place called marty's. which the guys he works with told him was the "nicest place in town" i was hesitant since i only brought jeans... but who gives a shit? its MY day. so as we were walking in, a big fat bubba comes walking out in overalls. ok, now i don't feel so out of place, but that also throws "nicest place in town" out the window.
it was beautiful inside. all dimly lit and beautiful glass everywhere. we sat at the bar and i ordered a glass of wine, and a glass of water. i took one sip of the water and pushed the glass away. it was GROSS. but the wine was good.
we got to our table and our server was about a month and half younger than methuselah. and she had 3 pens in her hair. but she was sweet. we ordered the bacon wrapped shrimp for appetizer and i got the chicken marsala and a spinach salad with hot bacon dressing (upon H's insistence, i wanted ranch) he got steak. our salads came out before our swimps. strike #2. i took one bite of the salad and pushed it away. the hot bacon dressing was ucky. i didn't like it. then out came our swimps. now the description said, "mesquite-smoked shrimp wrapped in bacon and grilled" how wrong could that be? well it had some weird sauce on it and i think it had some weird cheese wrapped in there too. i ate one shrimp and pushed it away. strike #3.
then our entrees arrive... now, i don't know about you, but where i come from, marsala sauce is NOT the color of barbecue sauce. call me snobby, but i don't think they made it right. and i HATE barbecue sauce. so, i was brave and took one bite and wanted to push it away, but having really not eaten a lot, what with the shrimps and salad bites, i needed to eat. so, i made it through half of my chicken... and pushed it away. strike #4.
but, there's always free dessert on your birthday, right? i wanted creme brulee, but then figured they would probably fuck that up, too. so i opted for cheesecake since H likes it and if it was ucky too... he could finish it. well guess what? it was ucky. it was orange. not just color, but flavor. at this point... i am starting to think it's a conspiracy. strike #5. so.... at least the wine was good. and we forked out $86 bucks for me to have 4 bites of food. happy birthday to me.

we left there and went downtown because i told H i wanted a new tattoo for my birthday. and that's what i was going to get. since dinner was a bust.... this better not be. now, when you get a tattoo, you expect it to hurt and you expect it to take a long time, and finally, you expect it to bleed. these are the temporary badges of honor that come with getting a tattoo... not to mention the adrenaline high following it. yeah, it took maybe 15 minutes. maybe. and it didn't hurt. it was supposed to, since i got it on the back of my neck.... and no bleeding or "tattoo high" again, i got gyped.

mother fucker.
BUT, i do have a nice new shiny tattoo. in case you were curious, it's the word "aithne" which is the gaelic word for knowledge. see how cool i am. yeah, i know.

so, saturday we slept in and then went out to a comedy club and saw some ok comics. H's friend, brad, joined us. he smelled yummy and had nice arms. so i strategically placed myself BETWEEN them. smart girl, no? we left there and went to a shit-kicker bar called Midnight Rodeo. and it was a ghost town. i think i saw another tumbleweed go across the dance floor. as the night wore on, the place picked up a little. we shook our tailfeathers, our groove thangs and our bon bons. i even 2-stepped. quite impressively, i might add. not bad for a beginner.
we left there and all crashed out at the room. brad and i got up at 8 and i drove him back to his truck. once H and i got moving, we went to go see another movie. this time, national treasure. it was a great movie. after that, i wanted some barbecue. you know, brisket, sausage, shit like that. and that's what i got. now remember what i said about everything being in the shape of texas? well.... being one of those weird hand-washer types, i made a trip to the Ladies. in there was a woman "making a stinky" and i found myself laughing hysterically at the sink. the sink basin was in the shape of..... you guessed it. TEXAS. now i have seen a lot of things in my life.... but this one took the cake. so i can only imagine what that poor woman must have thought when some girl comes in the bathroom and starts laughing. bless her little poopy heart. i so want that sink. i even made H go to the Gents to see. i am still devising a plan to steal those sinks.

so, we ate. and it was good. it was real damn good. it made me happy. a whole lotta happy. and we had birthday dinner take 2. yay. and i washed it all down with a nice tall cold Shiner Bock. yum-o-rama.

my plane left at 9 the next morning... so we were at the airport by 8. this time, my trip was amarillo to dallas to okla city to memphis to sc. fuck me.
said our good-byes and see you in fingers and toes day. and off i went. now going through security, you have to take off your shoes. and ONLY in texas do they have one of those boot removers. you know the little wedge of wood with a U shaped notch in the top that you put your heel in to take your boots off. i swear i cant make this shit up. only in texas. that was my last little chuckle from amarillo.
so in the air by 9... land in dallas hop on another plane, land in okc... and here i have a 5 hour wait. yay me. good thing i bought 2 books. so i didn't mind that it was going to be 15 minutes for my meal at the hamburger joint, fuck, i have 4 hours and 45 MORE minutes to kill.

so, i set up camp... and read. and read. and glared at the man in the loud shoes who kept walking back and forth... and read some more. for 4 hours. FINALLY we get on the plane and in an hour we are in memphis. where i have an hour and a half layover. again with the yay.
so, by now i have finished my book i started at 9 this morning. (i read fast) and get to sit with all the people headed back to Suck Carolina. gawd i hate the accent here. i wanted to pull all of their eyelashes out. slowly. and i have been traveling for about 9 hours... i was a little bit cranky. by the time i got off the plane in SC, it was 10pm. including the time change, i had been in airports and airplanes for over 12 hours.

so. that was amarillo. are you exhausted now?
yeah, i was too.

a challenge has been issued.

hmmmm...
seems a "commenter" has not realized that the thing i do for a living is called W-O-R-K. say it with me now, wwwwweeeeerrrrrrkkkkkkk.

and whilst at this place of employment, i do not have access to
A: a chair upon which to rest my laurels
B: a computer upon which i can compose the events of my day and exaggerate them greatly as to glean non-existent humor from them
and 3rd: any time to do such things listed above.


for those of you playing along for cash and prizes, i work in a coffeehouse. and since coffee is the second highest traded commodity (next to oil) i have, what i like to call, Job Security. which means that i am BIZZY. all day long. and with it being the holiday season... that's extra bizzy. with fries and a shake.

so. now that the challenge has been issued to blog. (before another 29 days passes)

i am here.

and i have funny.

as a matter of fact (10 coffeebeans to whomever can tell me the meaning and derivative of that saying) i have LOTS of funny.

wanna hee it, hee it go.

a co-worker and i have decided to dress LIKE christmas trees on the 24th. we realized that we are at that in-between age where holiday sweaters aren't cool, unless we are teachers and even then, its iffy. so, since we aren't 12.... or 42.... we can't pull it off.

so... what if we DRESSED LIKE the holiday?
we are going to get big green sweatshirts and somehow manage to attach ornaments to our personal selves and fashion some type of Star/Angel Tree-Topper headband and affix all manner of lights of the twinkling and flashing variety to ourselves, as well.

BUT WAIT, there's more. we are also going to wear one of those Jingle Bells the size of a uterus around our necks as well. i mean if you are going to be gaudy, do it up right, right?

yes, pictures will be taken. merriment will abound. sides will hurt. children will flee in terror. ahhhh.... holiday spirit.

so, we got spirit, yes we do.....
we got spirit, how bout you?






as an addendum, we have a variation on a theme... and we are also able to recycle. what can we say? we are givers.

in order to get the most bang for our buck, we have devised a way to turn our Holiday Spirit into a Halloween Costume.

yes, i know you are curious, but be patient, Grasshopper, it's coming.

BEFORE we go out on October 31st in our Holiday Tree outfit, we shall consume massive quantities of LIQUOR, BEER, WINE, or any combination thereof.

thus making us







LIT CHRISTMAS TREES.


it doesnt get much funnier than that. if it does, don't tell me.

things i have realized:

1. all of my friends are funnier than me.
2. all of my friends have better racks than me. (including the one i "bought" for Special K)
3. all of my friends "get me" and then go one level beyond that.
4. i need to subscribe to a "word of the day" mailing list, because i use ordinary words. when is the last time you heard someone say "counter-intuitive"?
5. even though my friends are funnier than me, i am that girl who just says any ole thing that comes to her head... therefore making me more fun at parties.

so its not a great list, but new year's resolution time is coming up... and i now have a jump on everyone else. too bad i cant do anything about the "funnier than me" part.

i do like making people laugh, though. i even had a woman ask me if was in "acting" the other night while standing in line to use the Ladies. she even told me i was funny and asked if i had ever considered doing Stand-Up. the answer to that is YES! i would love to stand up in front of hundreds of people and make them laugh until the audience sounded like a bagpipe when you step on it. but i am funnier in a group. i need to feed off someone or something. i think they call that situational humor. ask any of my girlfriends from the mountain trip a few weeks ago. i was the one liner girl. i even got this phone call on the way home, "hey, what was that really funny thing you said?" right... they all were (in my book).

i especially love making one of my friends laugh so hard that she says this: (out of breath and still laughing) "Shut..................THE......................FUCK.........................Up!" i LOVE that. because she is one of those people that saves the F bomb for really special stuff. so if i can get her to say it while clutching her sides, i am golden. golden, i tell you.

so. if anyone can some up with a way for me to be amongst a group of my favorite people and be funny and make a living doing it, then HOLLA!

29 days.

since my last post.


thats ENTIRELY too long.

the day after my last post, i went up to the mountains to play with some of my favorite people. we had illegal amounts of fun. after descending the mountain, i come home to a "broke ass" computer. and i dont mean minor repairs, i mean the fucker wont even turn on.

so, being a girl, i take it to the place where the man-types fix things. "hi, i'm a girl, here's lots of money. make it work."

so they did. but.... the problem was pretty substantial. we had 2 hard drives on our computer, an 80 gig and a 40 gig. the 80 gig got corrupted somehow and we lost EVERYTHING on it. and i mean EVERYTHING. so after dealing with that, it was time to head to amarillo to see my husband.

*more on that adventure later*

so now i am home. got home monday. it took me 12 hours to get home. i left amarillo at 8 am.
i got back here at 10 pm. if i had been in the air that entire time, i would be in italy. but no.... i got to spend 4 hours in the oklahoma city airport and then 2 in the memphis airport. yay me.

so, after the traveling i get up and at em to work at 6 the next morning. and didnt leave work until 9 that night. welcome to christmas season in the retail world. wednesday i worked 9 hours and yesterday i worked almost 13.

good thing i get overtime.

so, i have been a world traveler and a busy bee with a "broke ass" computer.


but i am alive. and being 29 feels much the same as 28 did, but with more candles on the cake.

"do you know what today is?"

that was the question asked by Husband at 5:45 this morning.

to which i replied, "thursday?"

"nope."

"november 11th?"

"nope."

"ummm... i not knowin."

"today is Fingers and Toes Day."

"excuse me?"

"Fingers and Toes Day."

"and WHAT? pray tell is Fingers and Toes Day?"

"Fingers and Toes Day is today, because you only have to you use your fingers and toes to count the days until i get to see you again. no one else's digits are required."

(commence with the crying) "how cute are you?"

"very."


and he is.

he came up with this in the shower this morning. and this is reason 2,387,563,835,475,694,398,723 that i love him.

Happy Fingers and Toes Day, Y'all.

election day

and i have 2 words.

politics schmolitics.

i vote for SpongeBob SquarePants.