Since I am relatively awesome all of the time, I don't typically get all emo and cheeseball about romantic songs, especially by corny new-punk bands with goofy names. BUT...after hearing the song for the first time while watching the video, I l-o-v-e Plain White T's "1, 2, 3, 4". I was practically sobbing by the time the (adorable) video was over. Did a little tugging at my heart strings, I guess. So...there. I lost a little street cred and I don't give a flipping flapjack about it.
FAREWLL BEER!
Yes, boys-n-ghouls, I'm kicking malted hopps and barely to the curb...during the week at least. I've got a strict beauty regimen that goes into effect 5 months before I walk down that aisle...and 5 months is creepin' up! I've always had good skin but I want to MOTHERTRUCKIN' RADIATE! So I have a plan for skin, hair, teeth, body and soul. I want to knock Todd's rented socks off (oh yes, everything but drawers come with the tux rental) when I waltz his way. So no more boozin' during the week. It'll be worth 5 months of water-n-weights when I'm toned, tuff, and taking names! We only get one set of wedding pictures. I owe it to myself.
I feel really good today. I feel good about my health-n-beauty plan. I feel good about the art show. I feel good about the wedding plans. I feel good about my relationship. Sure, I'm not stress free...because I wouldn't be me if I was...but I've got boatloads to get psyched about. I do miss my friends. I wish I could see them more often, and that's bound to happen at all the shows coming up during May Mayhem! I just want to wrap this good feeling around me for awhile. I am far superior when I'm laughing and goofing off, cruising around wrecking havok then I am when I'm down in the dumps. I'm mothertrucking 30 and...
...
...life is good!
Monday, March 30, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Everyone's excited and confused!
I used to be of the frame of mind that I could only listen to soothing, quiet, mellow music in the morning so my head wouldn't explode or I wouldn't be overly amped for the work day. SCREW THAT! Now that only songs I want to listen to on the way to work are songs that make me go bananas and sing loudly and confuse the other drivers on the road! My current favs for the morning commute are "Cowtown" and "Man, It's So Loud In Here", both by They Might Be Giants. I've been listening to "get psyched" music every morning this week and it has flown by!! When I clock out today, it'll be the weekend!! FUCK YEAH!
And I don't have anything on my schedule (outside from a much needed haircut)!!! I am free as a bird! There is no reason why I shouldn't knock out all the paintings I started last Sunday. No reason at all! I refuse to get boring and lazy! And with Todd being all sick-o and out of commission...no excuses. I'm going to be covered in paint from head to toe by the time Sunday rolls around. Even my eyeballs! Even my ribs! Even my vag! I love having nothing on the schedule. Sure, I love shows and parties and events. But I also love staying in my pajamas all day and chilling at the Ol' Kentucky Corral!
There MIGHT be something in the works for Sunday since it's our 1 year anniversary. But whatever it is, it'll be wee and small and nothing because we're trying to financially responsible for a change. We don't want to start our married life as broke bastards. Only 177 days to go until I'm a Mrs. Holy dog shit. Incredible. And I'd like to be a Mrs. with a little money, ya know? So maybe we'll just high five and toast and pat ourselves on the back for surviving all the ups and downs for the past 365 days. Surviving the downs at least. The ups are bad ass! Regardless...we at least have to celebrate a little. We're bananas about each other and count our lucky stars all the time. Have a solid relationship and still having crushes on one another...that's a good reason to celebrate, I think.
Viva La Weekend!
And I don't have anything on my schedule (outside from a much needed haircut)!!! I am free as a bird! There is no reason why I shouldn't knock out all the paintings I started last Sunday. No reason at all! I refuse to get boring and lazy! And with Todd being all sick-o and out of commission...no excuses. I'm going to be covered in paint from head to toe by the time Sunday rolls around. Even my eyeballs! Even my ribs! Even my vag! I love having nothing on the schedule. Sure, I love shows and parties and events. But I also love staying in my pajamas all day and chilling at the Ol' Kentucky Corral!
There MIGHT be something in the works for Sunday since it's our 1 year anniversary. But whatever it is, it'll be wee and small and nothing because we're trying to financially responsible for a change. We don't want to start our married life as broke bastards. Only 177 days to go until I'm a Mrs. Holy dog shit. Incredible. And I'd like to be a Mrs. with a little money, ya know? So maybe we'll just high five and toast and pat ourselves on the back for surviving all the ups and downs for the past 365 days. Surviving the downs at least. The ups are bad ass! Regardless...we at least have to celebrate a little. We're bananas about each other and count our lucky stars all the time. Have a solid relationship and still having crushes on one another...that's a good reason to celebrate, I think.
Viva La Weekend!
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
No, I never take it out on you.
First let me say that I love tangerine being a new wedding color in combination with pink and red. I think it's pretty awesome and I'm not even a fan of colors in the orangey hues. And tangerine is not one of my wedding colors. But I love it. And I love the word tangerine. But I hate tengerines themselves. Gross. And there you have it.
That was the nice rant. Now for not-so-nice.
I'm stressssssed and everyone can feel it from a mile away. My eating paterns are weird. My sleep is just non-existant. I'm don't feel very motivated and I feel very defeated and nervous which is NOT how I like to feel. I like to feel like I could stick my boot right up the ass of the world. I like to feel triumphant. But I've got stress right now. And I don't want to list off the variety of things that are making me down-n-out. But I WILL say that Todd is not one of my stressors. And getting married is not a stressor. I like to thing those are my rewards for hard work. 6 months to go.
I'm looking forward to this weekend for sure. Friday night, Johnny and I are compiling a list of our Top 10 Favorite Episodes of "How I Met Your Mother" and plowing through them all. Beer, junk food, pajamas, vegging. I'm going to paint during the day and sloth at night. I'm sure my sides will be splitting. More painting Saturday during the day and then...EL MUCHACHO!!! If I can scrape the funds together (money these days is for necessities and contrary to MY belief...El Muchacho doesn't fall into that category). And Sunday...BRISTOL! It has relaxing potential written all over it and THAT is what I need.
I also need stress management skills.
Believe it or not.
Oh, and...I love you Phoebe. And Tessa. And Becky.
That was the nice rant. Now for not-so-nice.
I'm stressssssed and everyone can feel it from a mile away. My eating paterns are weird. My sleep is just non-existant. I'm don't feel very motivated and I feel very defeated and nervous which is NOT how I like to feel. I like to feel like I could stick my boot right up the ass of the world. I like to feel triumphant. But I've got stress right now. And I don't want to list off the variety of things that are making me down-n-out. But I WILL say that Todd is not one of my stressors. And getting married is not a stressor. I like to thing those are my rewards for hard work. 6 months to go.
I'm looking forward to this weekend for sure. Friday night, Johnny and I are compiling a list of our Top 10 Favorite Episodes of "How I Met Your Mother" and plowing through them all. Beer, junk food, pajamas, vegging. I'm going to paint during the day and sloth at night. I'm sure my sides will be splitting. More painting Saturday during the day and then...EL MUCHACHO!!! If I can scrape the funds together (money these days is for necessities and contrary to MY belief...El Muchacho doesn't fall into that category). And Sunday...BRISTOL! It has relaxing potential written all over it and THAT is what I need.
I also need stress management skills.
Believe it or not.
Oh, and...I love you Phoebe. And Tessa. And Becky.
Monday, March 16, 2009
You know that I'm no good.
I wish I would have had a little tape recorder with me when I was at Phoebe's on Thursday so I could have made some "notes to self". Hilarity was spilling out of our mouths, I'll tell you that much. Besides being witty and awesome, we browsed wedding shoes, finalized bridesmaids gifts, and talked about how when I have babies, Phoebe will spend $40,000 at some rad boutique to cloth my kid. If Phoebe has 40,000 spare dollars, she and I need to chat! Regardless, it was a funny Thursday night with a funny girl and her funny dogs.
Followed by a funny bath with a funny guy.
Friday...wedding stuff. And then Carol's CD release. Todd and I were supposed to truck out there together but at dinner, he started feeling sicko. So I was solo, sugar. But when I got onto Waterloo...NO POWER! BLACKOUT! I had a beer and shot the breeze with Phoebe and Ant, listened to Carol dazzle the entertainment-hungry crowd with some accoustic gems, feel in love with Sobourbon Son and then boogied shortly after the lights came back on. I was exhausted and couldn't hack the delay. Plus, tattoo removal was making me itchy and crabby. Whatever. I'm lame.
I was going to go on about the rest of my weekend, which was a pretty bad-ass one, but fuck. The hearing in my left ear went sometime on Saturday night while I was bowling with a band of hooligans (3 strikes in the 10th frame...ALL HAIL ME) and has yet to return. Everything is fuzzy. And sometimes I have some sort of reverb. There are things I don't want to hear once yet alone twice...and more high pitched. I don't know what's going on up in that ear but irritating and obnoxious are how I will describe it. I wish I had a knitting needle to stick in there. They tend to offer relief in weird medical situations.
Followed by a funny bath with a funny guy.
Friday...wedding stuff. And then Carol's CD release. Todd and I were supposed to truck out there together but at dinner, he started feeling sicko. So I was solo, sugar. But when I got onto Waterloo...NO POWER! BLACKOUT! I had a beer and shot the breeze with Phoebe and Ant, listened to Carol dazzle the entertainment-hungry crowd with some accoustic gems, feel in love with Sobourbon Son and then boogied shortly after the lights came back on. I was exhausted and couldn't hack the delay. Plus, tattoo removal was making me itchy and crabby. Whatever. I'm lame.
I was going to go on about the rest of my weekend, which was a pretty bad-ass one, but fuck. The hearing in my left ear went sometime on Saturday night while I was bowling with a band of hooligans (3 strikes in the 10th frame...ALL HAIL ME) and has yet to return. Everything is fuzzy. And sometimes I have some sort of reverb. There are things I don't want to hear once yet alone twice...and more high pitched. I don't know what's going on up in that ear but irritating and obnoxious are how I will describe it. I wish I had a knitting needle to stick in there. They tend to offer relief in weird medical situations.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I wanna stomp your face with my Keds!
I have practically nothing to say again. I'm sure you're all shocked and amazed since my mouth is usually running like a bandit. But since I don't sling wedding details here, and the wedding has become all encompassing, I just have nothing. Zip. Nada. You just wait until May! In May, I'll be rocking out and all bananas. Not only will PFG be back in action but there are plenty of shows that I'll be takin' my dancin' shoes to. You'll be able to quilt a blanket of blogs once we get to May. But for now...
YAWN.
The Queers are playing at Grog Shop on Thursday. I sort of wanted to go and relive my youth but no one wants to relive it with me. And I'll probably just feel old because they'll be all old. But what else am I going to do? I don't work on Friday or anything. But I can bet I won't be there. And they'll probably play "Like a Parasite". But I won't know if they did or didn't. I'll just have to make up for being old by NOT being old at Carol's CD release on Saturday.
That's right Boys-n-Ghouls! Get your asses down to the Beachland Tavern for Miss Firecracker One-Woman Band's CD release show and snag a copy of "Red, White and Boobs"! I think the show is at 9:00 and I think it's $5. And I know your mind will be blown and you'll have boat loads of fun. Simple as that. I'll be there having fun. You can hang out with me.
YAWN.
The Queers are playing at Grog Shop on Thursday. I sort of wanted to go and relive my youth but no one wants to relive it with me. And I'll probably just feel old because they'll be all old. But what else am I going to do? I don't work on Friday or anything. But I can bet I won't be there. And they'll probably play "Like a Parasite". But I won't know if they did or didn't. I'll just have to make up for being old by NOT being old at Carol's CD release on Saturday.
That's right Boys-n-Ghouls! Get your asses down to the Beachland Tavern for Miss Firecracker One-Woman Band's CD release show and snag a copy of "Red, White and Boobs"! I think the show is at 9:00 and I think it's $5. And I know your mind will be blown and you'll have boat loads of fun. Simple as that. I'll be there having fun. You can hang out with me.
Monday, March 02, 2009
You're the one for me. I like what I see.
The quickest rambling wrap-up ever.
I'm sick. Left work after half an hour on Thursday with the Black Death. Went straight to Urgicare...no messing around. Left with 4 prescriptions and spent a majority of the weekend in bed, slowly dying. So congested and what not that my eardrums have pulled in tight. And my lungs and swollen. And I'm miserable. Back to work and the real world, unfortunately, and still not in tip top condition. Bummer.
So there you have it. If you think I've been M.I.A., I have.
I'm sick. Left work after half an hour on Thursday with the Black Death. Went straight to Urgicare...no messing around. Left with 4 prescriptions and spent a majority of the weekend in bed, slowly dying. So congested and what not that my eardrums have pulled in tight. And my lungs and swollen. And I'm miserable. Back to work and the real world, unfortunately, and still not in tip top condition. Bummer.
So there you have it. If you think I've been M.I.A., I have.
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